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lunarifie · 3 years

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The hollow soulmate au #6

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(I kinda wanna write this bc I have it all figured out)

Adam was the first to break out of the trance, scrambling to stand up, leaving Kai’s helpful hand hanging.

They stand there for awhile neither knowing how to break the silence.

Kai always knew he was bisexual. Even living in a conservative household he knew he felt attraction to more than one gender. So it was a gamble on how his soulmate was gonna be presented.

‘No! Bad Kai!’ He scolded himself. Soulmates were a certain thing. This was the person you were made for. But very often soulmates have been platonic. He couldn’t jump to conclusions.

Its a weird thing to finally see your soulmate. Both of them searched for the other but its finally dawning on them that this is the person that the universe decided they would be perfect with.

Kai built up his courage. “The names Kai, I’m guessing you're my soulmate?” He gave a small smile, sticking his hand out for a shake.

He’s introduced himself multiple times as Kai. To people he’s met on his journey, to Weirdy, to the staff. But this was different. He was finally introducing his real self to his soulmate. A small part of him is glad they didn’t meet earlier.

“Adam. Its nice to finally meet you.” He smiled in return, shaking Kai’s hand. “That song you were playing, it was beautiful whats the name of it?”

They moved into conversation almost naturally. Talking about Kai’s performance on stage. The interests they shared, what they did in their free time and what they had in common. Easily slipping into teasing banter.

Adam wondered if this is what having a soulmate meant. Someone to understand you.

Then the conversation comes up of how Kai got to the town where Adam was living. “Okay, but I need to know, were you looking for me? As in me, your soulmate? I noticed my string was getting thinner but I wasn’t 100 percent sure. Did you move here or are you traveling?”

Adam waits expectantly, as Kai stumbles to create an response other than ‘I ran away from my family in search for you, I illegally crossed the border and also created a fake ID.’

He was luckily saved when Weirdy came sprinting to their table. “Kai! What the hell are you doing?!? You can’t just cut off a show like that? The Apocalyptic horsemen are trying to keep up the performance by themselves.”

Kai apologized profusely, explaining rapidly that his soulmate found him (or he found his soulmate) and that he wasn’t thinking.

Weirdy pauses, sighing he decides that Kai can spend as much time as he wants and he’ll step in for him at the piano. But Kai will be staying overnight to not just clean the restaurant but do the dishes.

When Weirdy walks away, Adam asks if that was his dad. With the way they spoke to each other.

A lightbulb seems to flash over Kai’s head. “Uh, actually! He’s my, um, Uncle. Yep! My Uncle! My um, parents decided to go on a loooong business trip (a half truth, his parents would often go on business trips, leaving him.) And left me with my Uncle!”

Adam laughs, “I knew you two were related! You act so much alike.”

Kai didn’t know if he should take that as an insult or compliment.

“So is it just by chance that you came to the same town as me?”

Kai contemplated on this. He could see Adam looked a tiny bit crestfallen. As if he thought that Kai went looking for him. Which would be correct.

“No, I kind of um saw that my string was directed south. In the direction of the U.S. I’m from Canada so I asked my parents if I could stay with Weir- my Uncle who lives here while they were away! I didn’t think i’d get it right on the nail!”

“Oh you’re from Canada? That’s why you were so far away. In a completely other country. Wow. I guess we really were destined to meet each other if we were this lucky.” Adams genuine smile had Kai’s stomach doing flips.

The conversation picked up from there until Adams phone rang. He picked it up. “Hey mom.” “yeah I found him!” “Nooo, mom it's not like that!” “Do I have to?” “Is it really that late???” “Alright..”

Just as he hung up Gustav popped around the corner. “We’re closing soon kiddo, wrap up, your meet up.” He chuckled “oooo that rhymed!”

“Ryming ‘up’ with ‘up’ isn’t a rhyme” Kai groaned.

Adam snickered “yep, definitely related.” Causing Kai to nervously laugh in guilt.

They stand up. “I guess this is goodbye- or more like see you later. You gotta close up and my moms kind of impatient on me getting home.” Adam chuckles, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

He jolts in remembrance. “Oh right! Can I get your number? I wanna stay in contact.” He takes out his phone.

Kai’s face falls. “Oh um, I'm sorry I don't have a phone yet...”

Adam blinks back in surprise. “Oh well, your email then?”

Kai winces, “no computer either...”

“Oh.”

A few seconds pass, “tell you what, I work on week days as a waiter and perform around nighttime on Tuesday's and Thursday's. If we meet up at the end of my shifts we can spend some time together!” Kai shows a face of determination. “I promise to work really hard to get enough money so we can stay in contact!”

Adam’s smile widens at the promise. “Thats perfect. Just don't overwork your self, okay?”

Kai nods, “it’s a deal then.”

“Deal.”

#the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow soulmate au #the hollow kai #the hollow adam #the hollow weirdy #th kai #th adam #the hollow mira #the hollow reeve #the hollow vanessa #fanfic

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deceasedanddesist · 3 years

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stuck in detention ( james potter )

this is for @ladyvesuvia’s 400 follower writing challenge! although she has 700 now :)

pairing: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

gender neutral!reader: if you see any mistakes let me know and i’ll fix it

warnings: none

notes: if you saw this when i accidentally posted it unfinished….. no you didn’t. also this is unedited and i wrote it on my phone so my grammar is going to be shit.

word count:

heres the thing;

you never actually meant to get detention, you swore to merlin himself that breaking your boyfriends ( who, conveniently, is now your ex boyfriend ) nose was a completely an accident.

it seems as though saying your “hand slipped” didn’t really sell it to professor flitwick, and to ashton davies, who now has an undeserved vendetta against you.

so what? in case he forgot, he was the one who cheated on you, and didn’t even seem the tiniest bit remorseful about it! but it didn't bother you, if anything, you knew it was coming. after months of him telling you how you were too intense, and making you suppress your personality because it was “too suffocating for him to be around”. you just got so sick of it, rightfully bloody so in your opinion. but because professor flitwick didn’t agree, you were stuck in detention during the first quidditch game of the year! your team, out on the pitch, without their captain, against gryffindor of all houses.

curse james potter and his stunningly good training regimen, you figured he was basking in the glory of not having to deal with you. he’s probably gloating to his team right now, and you could picture the frustratingly fit face that is going to be haunting your brain after ravenclaw looses.

its not that you are not confident in your team, because, you were very proud of their progress and you were very sure they are capable of kicking gryffindors arse. but at the end of the day, at team is like a puzzle, if one piece is missing, there is no way for it to become cohesive. and without their team captain, you really couldn’t predict the fate of your team.

thats why, you were in a pretty glum mood on your way to the library. you figured flitwick took pity on you when he gave you library duty, after all, it probably was the only thing he could see you enjoy doing for detention. not that you were always reading or something, that was the most hated stereotype among most ravenclaws. most of you guys don’t even read, but you can find a certain kind of solace in a good book that you don’t get with anything else.

walking in, you greeted madam pince with a small smile before continuing to the back where you knew a giant stack of books were waiting for you to organize.

as you made your way through the shelves, you heard a loud yelp, but when you looked back at madam pince she was just staring at you with a watchful eye.

you cautiously continued, but you speed up into a jog when a groan followed. you whipped around the corner to come face to face with james potter himself, flailing his limbs under a pile of books.

“potter?” you questioned, “you’re supposed to be on the pitch acting like an idiot, why are you doing it here?”

the boy on the floor scoffed in reply, holding his and out to you.

you stared at it awkwardly, brows furrowed.

“mind giving me a hand here, (l/n)?”

“oh!” your hand shot out to help haul his body up, you were pretty much half of his size so you didn’t know why he reached out to you.

“so, what are you in for?” he joked, but looked as if he was expecting an answer, so you gave him one.

“slept in.” you shrugged.

hey, you didn’t say you would tell him the truth!

“i find that hard to believe,” james huffed, “(y/n)(l/n), sleeping in? right before the first quidditch game of your seventh year?”

you wanted to be mad at him, but for as much of an airhead he is, the boy read you like a book. there was no way, rhyme, or reason you would be sleeping instead of going over quidditch plays or berating your team.

perhaps intense was the correct way to describe you after all, and fuck ashton davies for making you realize it after he cheated on you. you honestly wouldn’t of had a problem with it if he had decided to man up and actually break up with you before he slept with someone else.

you must have been lost in your thoughts for a minute, because james was snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“hello? earth to (y/n).”

“sorry. but enough about me,” first you lie, and if that doesn’t work ( it usually does) you evade further questioning. “how did you get in here, don’t act like i’m tougher on my team than you.”

“yeah, we’re both hard-asses.” he agrees, “i accidentally set someones hair on fire in transfiguration.”

you opened your mouth to ask, but ultimately ended up keeping it yourself, james seemed to approve.

“you don’t want to know.” you nodded, and that was that.

you began to pick up the books from the floor and place them back into the boxes that james seemed to have knocked over. they were labeled and you probably would have thought it was fairly easy at first glance, but judging by the amount of boxes and your clumsy detention partner, you estimated it would keep you for at least a few hours, if not the whole day.

after you filled the potions box with the correlating textbooks, you made your way to the designated section of the library. you started to place the books in alphabetical order by author, and just when you placed ‘advanced potion making’ by libatius borage on the shelf, it immediately flung off the shelf and straight into what would have been your face if you hadn’t moved at the last minute.

after you got over the shock of an almost broken nose ( which you found very ironic ), your head whipped around to a very shocked james at the end of the isle you were standing in.

he visibly got paler once the realization of what happened set in, but before you could confront him, he had set of into a run.

so, you did what any sensible and composed person would do, and you chased after him.

although he has longer legs, your endurance was unmatched. and this was proven when he started to slow down after five minutes, but without realizing you were right on his tail, he stopped. you sucked in a breath to brace yourself before you collided with him, and the next thing you knew the both of you were toppling to the floor.

james groaned as you rolled off of his chest and onto the floor beside him as madam pince rushed over to find out where the commotion was coming from.

“its actually surprisingly clean down here.” you noted as madam pince stared down at you and james with upmost displeasure.

she muttered something along the lines of “why did i take this job” and “i hate children” as she walked back to her desk, still shaking her head.

james waited until she was out of sight before bursting out into laughter.

““its actually surprisingly clean down here”? really?” the boy was practically crying now, a great contradiction to your pure confusion. you had never made someone laugh like this before, your friends only ever giggling out of pity at your odd observations.

when his fit was over, he cocked his head at you and made a face. albeit, you were probably looking at him weird, but who wouldn’t be. you only ever knew him as an opponent, as the two of you shared the same position in quidditch. chasers were a pertinent part of the game, and you and james potter were both the only second years accepted onto the house teams. it made you wonder if you were just imagining all of competitiveness, and now, in the midst of your very last year, just realizing it.

“what?” he looked more confused than you at this point, so you decided to let him in on your thought process.

apparently, your mouth had other plans, because what came out of it was “i punched ashton davies in the face.”

“what!” he yelled, resulting in a ‘shhhhhhh’ in reply from pince.

“thats why i’m in detention, i broke his nose.”

to your surprise, he smiled “i knew you didn’t sleep in, you wouldn’t let down your team like that.”

you scoffed, “it doesn’t matter james, i still let them down. i should have controlled my anger.”

he shook his head, “look, i don’t know much about you, but i do know you’re a reasonable person.” you sighed, so he continued, “let me rephrase: if you broke someones nose, there has to be a good reason, because theres no way you’d miss your last first game.”

“yeah, you’re right.” you said as you got up, brushing yourself off before holding out a hand to him, “he deserved it.”

another laugh from the boy behind you, “i’m sure he did.”

you smiled, checked the time, told james your time was up, and headed back to the front of the library. though, when you guys turned the corner both of you were faced with flitwick and mcgonagall, who told you that fooling around wasn’t to be tolerated and the two of you would be spending your weekend in detention to finish the job.

as you left, you found yourself in the best mood you’ve been in all year, and to your surprise, you found yourself actually some what excited for this weekend’s detention.

#james potter #james potter x reader #marauders era #hogwarts #harry potter

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antman-56 · 3 years

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The Long Night PT 28

The walk to the fair was abit of a challenge for Qrow.

He felt uneasy as Summer lead him to their destination. Then again he was a tall man being lead by a small girl, so maybe thats what was put him off.

"Qrow? What are you thinking about?" Summer asked.

"Oh just fell little weird."

Summer felt a jab in her mood but she would have to fix that.

"Why's that?"

"Its just... I feel like where being watched."

"Well people are seeing a cute girl leading a poor sap like you."

"Hey!"

Summer laughed and Qrow gave her a look of slight betrayal.

"Well if it makes you fell any better were going to the fair by 216th."

"A fair? But aren't those things expensive?"

"Yep and don't worry we have this. (She shows SDC card) So we can do almost anything there."

She smiled more at the thought and Qrow looked happy to hear the news.

"Now you can win me something without worrying about your wallet."

Qrow chuckled. What a brat.

***Hidden near them***

Alvin and Lenny were over on the next street.

"Dude can we go? This is making me uncomformable."

"Alvin do you want to go out with her or not?"

Alvin sighed.

"That's what I thought. Now shut up and watch cause gods know I am."

Alvin glared at his friend but nonetheless continued to observed the two.

"Thier walking to the fair."

"So it's a date?"

"We still need more info."

"I'm starting to think you get off on following people."

***Fair grounds***

After Qrow and Summer paid for admission and went to an atm to draw out some linen.

She then lead him towards the carnival tents.

"Step right up! Step right up! And win any of these AMAZING prizes!!!"

The game he was advertising was to shoot some Grimm pop up that moved.

"Oh Qrow can you win a bear for me!" She said aloud.

"Yeah kid. Try and knock down the Grimm and win a prize for the lady!"

Qrow looked at Summer and she gave him the signature puppy dog eyes.

Qrow (begrudgingly) forked over 5 linen and grabes the toy gun.

Not even looking he took a shot.

It hit the target but didn't drop.

"Oh!!! To bad kid."

"What the hell I hit the thing!"

"Well it didn't fall over, so you don't get the bear."

Qrow looked the now smirked face of the swindler in the eye, growled, and slammed another 5 linen on the table.

Summer seeing this unfold is now regretting what she had done.

After 10 tries and 10 hits the Grimm still stood up.

Qrow was fumming with repressed rage. The con man was counting the linen in his hands that Qrow gave.

"Hate to break it to yeah kid but you have a terrible shot." Now with a tooth pick in his mouth.

"Maybe I should try!" Summer said with a little excitement.

She handed the man 5 linen and took her shot.

The Grimm fell.

"Congrats sweet heart." He hands her the stuffed bear. "And this is for whenever you want to be with a winner." He slipped a piece of paper with some numbers on it.

"I just got played."

"Yeah it was obvious on the first shot."

"And you let me do it! 10 TIMES!!!"

"You needed to learn but hey I got my bear and you helped."

She gave him a hug.

"And the assholes number."

She still had the paper.

"We can give it to a police officer and explain the situation."

He nodded at her answer.

"Now come on, I'm pretty sure their are other games your good at and some rides."

She grabbed his hand and lead him to the next tent.

***A Few Hours Later***

After the swindle the other tents were more honest and half the rides seemed to be out of order all of a sudden.

Summer still had the bear and the number of the asshat was now in the possession of the nearest officer.

Qrow's stomach began the grumble.

"Looks like your hungry."

"Can you not talk to me like I'm a child."

"Well I guess someone doesn't want to eat."

Qrow sighed. "So anyplace in mind?"

"La Blam."

"Sounds fancy."

"It is and I feel like we deserve a bit of a reward for the time we've been here."

Qrow anticipated Summer's next move and extended his hand so she can grab it faster.

After a couple of minutes walking and talking about the fair and other commodities. They reached their destination.

La Blam was nothing they both have seen. It was a mansion with tall windows, a balcony on the front side of the building, a fountain in front of the doors going in, and the people entering by were dressed formal.

They felt like they didn't belong here.

"Welcome to La Blam do you have a reservation."

"Yes under Rose."

"Alrighty just give me 5 minutes to see if a table is ready."

As the hostess left Qrow looked at Summer.

"When did you make a reservation?"

"A week ago. This place is fancy and I thought a team dinner would would be a go reward after the tests but that went out the window. I just didn't want this thing to go to waste." She lied.

It was double to make a last minute reservation for this place and a whole lot of pleading.

"Oh. Well let's eat for those two and then brag how good the food was."

Summer giggled.

Suddenly the hostess returned.

"Alrighty, please follow me."

As soon as they entered it was like a whole new world. Men in suits and women in dresses. They all varied in color and style but one thing was clear. They were not welcomed. Convertions stopped abruptly, some stared, others gave their opinions loudly to others and so on.

"Your table is here."

The hostess lead them to the table near the restrooms.

"Thank you." Summer smiled.

The hostess left the menus and walked away.

"Well that was fun."

"It may not be the ideal setting I was imagining but it's still nice."

Qrow looked at Summer and could swear he could see a mini version of her screaming.

He wasn't half wrong.

Summer was holding herself together. She requested a table by a window but she didn't want to complain. She knew they could have refused her outright so take what you can get.

"So any idea of what to get?"

"The steak looks interesting but I don't know what to drink. Everything sounds like a child's first words."

"Well this one looks like it has strawberries in so I'll try it and this one has an orange next to it if you want it."

"You never lead me wrong so you order my drink."

After a few minutes of ideal chit chat a waiter arrived and they both placed their orders.

"Man I hope the foods good as it sounds."

"Qrow have I ever lead you wrong?"

He sighed and Summer took that as her answer.

***Outside***

"Lenny it's a date can we go?"

"Sure I guess. Sorry it didn't work out."

Alvin sulked his shoulders and Lenny put his arm around him.

"Don't pout sour trout. Their are better fish out their and maybe you could mount a better mare."

"What the fuck."

"You try rhyming off the spot."

***Back inside***

After placing their orders Qrow and Summer started to hear a commotion.

"How long is it going to take for my lobster tails?!"

"My apologizes sir but it will be a little while longer."

"That's purposterous. We have been waiting for the last a half hour."

"I'll go check on your order."

Qrow and Summer winced as the poor waiter speed walked back to the kitchen.

"I see the people treat the staff nice."

"Let's hope they don't try and get him fired."

TSSS

AAAAHHHH

The duo turned to see a waitress on the floor and 2 woman covered in food.

After that they see a choir of chiefs and staff run out the kitchen and one of them running for the fire extinguisher and run back into the kitchen.

"I think we should go."

"Yeah I think we should."

The duo got up and quickly went for the door.

And they weren't the only ones. A horde of angry people walked for the door all the while the manager was asking people to go back to their seats and they will be compensated for their time. All to no avail.

The duo were now outside the restraunt

"Well that sucked."

"Not what I had planned."

"And we didn't even get our food."

"I know."

"Want a find a food truck."

Summer smiled.

"Lead the way and then we have to see the Atlas lights."

#summer rose #rwby au #rwby #qrow branwen #my ocs #long night part 28

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rootiebaga · 3 years

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im also sorry for uploading this twice-

sorry for not doing much

B U T- i have ideas for abnormality ocs, these are mostly related to nursery rhymes and stories i remember,

these might not be original ideas so,, bear with me

(tiny tw for: murder, death, comas and mass disappearances,)

just a reminder i dont know what these guys risk classes would be, so bear with me on this one

so lets start off with the story one, more specifically, the pied piper

so i read an article of its disturbing truth and its said that the piper is the personification of death, you know what that means?

i make the piper a gentleman with a wife and 2 sons who are twins (isabel and gregory, see? their important) named mori (”i apologize to my sons that i couldn’t control myself, i hope you two are doing well,”)

mori’s life before his death basically played out like the pied piper, but it took a much different turn

he decided to put the rats who were infesting the town into an abandoned clock tower, before they all starved and died, some of the rats, with all the strength they had left, formed 2 rat kings that were both merged together, (fun fact: this is another abnormality i thought of thats well- a clock filled with undead and decomposing mice, you probably know where im going with this)

what happened to the children? (except for his two sons) he murdered them and he went insane and murdered himself aswell, the police found the children and also his body many months later, and he moves on as a restless spirit, if any children have been bad a snake-like spirit with an angler fish’s face will rise up from their bodies, these guys dont do much harm, (theres a 30% chance that a plague (i thought inner demon was kinda cliche so uh) will rise from an employee’s body after they were killed) (tiny little thing i wanna add but i may not, if there are 5 plagues then they’ll merge with mori, making him even more dangerous) (also off topic to the story but mori himself wasn’t diagnosed with anything before he died, he didn’t have any mental trauma, in fact, he was generally a nice person to talk to, but rumour has it the flute might’ve caused this murders to happen)

he was basically locked in the cabin for well- months, until someone (isabel who was training to be a flute player) played the song his father usually plays on his flute every new year

that was.. a bit dark, holy shit-

heres the next one for this post

you know the nursery rhyme hey diddle diddle?

well i thought of 4 different abnormalities for this one, that usually switch randomly from one abnormality to another every day, reset, or if you had them first in one of the departments, every memory repository

the least harmful (dammit, accidentally put harmless instead of harmful) one is the laughing dog (”with every cry the spirit made, the kingdom’s castle broke more and more, until the residents of the kingdom disappeared, even himself.”)

basically its a regular pet dog but its in a jester outfit like its halloween or something, the dog was said to be a reincarnation of a medieval jester

basically, kinda like crumbling armour except with attachment, if you do attatchment, you’ll get a gift that gives you more work success

but, dont get your hopes up! if you do attachment too much the person with the gift will laugh until they cant breathe and eventually die (hi yes i didn’t notice that library of ruina has a jester related abnormality, im not kidding. i really didn’t know that it already existed)

the next one is moon jumper (”who knew the moon orbiting the earth would also have something orbiting it? it would seem pretty crazy to believe!”)

this guy is an astronaut with cow horns that hasn’t succumbed to space even though the glass thats protecting their face from space, has cracked a little, they were found circling the moon for some reason and even trying to jump over it

when they breach, they do it passively, usually, everywhere they go theres an effect that causes the room to have the gravity of the moon, meaning abnormalities (even himself) including employees go very slow (heres a thing i added, sometimes an employee may float upwards, they will soon fall down. the fall causes red damage, because you know- they fell-)

moon jumper can be very helpful when suppressing abnormalities due to this power, and after a few minutes he will slowly walk back to his containment

the next one is the cat’s fiddle (”people have thought the instrument was a curse made for the person wielding it,”) a lady with cat eyes, if you zoom in you can hear the sound of someone playing the fiddle. theres a new special work for this abnormality called “trade” for if the person wants to trade their weapon for the fiddle for a while, if you forget to bring it back by the end of the day, dont worry as the weapon that was traded for the fiddle will return back to the employee the next day, if the person wielding the fiddle ever goes insane, they’re eyes will become cat-like (mostly like the woman’s) and they’ll begin slicing the throats of people.

and the last one from the hey diddle diddle gang is the dish that ran with the spoon, (”wake up! please! its not over yet..”) it is a widower who sees illusions of his wife and the wedding disaster, he usually thinks his wife is still breathing. what this wedding disaster means is unknown.

when he breaches his illusion (aka his wife) will appear from another department, on top of a random department’s room will be a wedding ring, they are harmless at first, but if they finally see each other, and the wedding starts, the wedding will abruptly end with the wife’s neck bleeding, her falling onto the floor and fading out of existence, and the widower quickly snapped back to real life, with the realization that his wife is long gone, madness takes over him and he starts to attack the guests that partook in the wedding

next one! its another nursery rhyme related abnormality,

old man coma! (”whatever they said, whatever they tried to do, they couldn’t save him from eternal rest, I already took his last moments away.”)

basically its an old man, who appears to be sleeping in a bed.

his qliphoth counter is at 2, when its at 1, (either bad result, prudence level 3 and lower or repression work, it’ll also go down if the person was damaged by white damage in any way the day they’re working on old man coma) the containment will start to glitch a bit, likes its slipping back into reality, when its at 0, a flat-line can be heard, the containment will change again and the old man will now be lying in a hospital bed thats right next to a heart monitor,

the actual abnormality is his condition, which takes the form of a shadow with bleeding eyes, although its sort of calm, its violent to those who had previous head injuries, (example: hitting your head on things) since head injuries remind it of the old man

when it escapes from the containment it will search for employees with prudence 3 or lower, after it finds one it will soon go into the employee’s brain and make them pass out by just bumping either an employee or an abnormality, they will stay passed out till the end of the day, they will only go for one person, then they’ll be back in containment, but that doesn’t mean the employee will still live! at the next day the employee will be missing, and a notification will pop up that the employee is dead.

i keep getting alot of ideas so heres the final one: missing persons busride! (its based off of glitch in the matrix stuff,) (”so.. this is the thing that caused the mass disappearances?”)

this is a tool abnormality i thought of. like the name says its a bus with grayscale colors, when an employee gets onto the bus (aka uses it) it’ll drive to a portal and come back. there is a chance that the employee will get a work speed boost, but theres also a chance that the person will go missing, you’ll know this if the person comes back as a sorta visible glitchy shadow, there will be no notification specifying the person’s death, and if they are gone, they are gone forever, even if you try to reset or memory repository, they will still be gone. you will have to create the employee again if you want them back.

so thats all for now! i hope that this is alright,

#this was uploaded twice because one. i am so scared to post this cause it may be too edgy and two. uhh- i dont know #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: coma #tw: mention of mass disappearances #rootys abnormality ideas #abnormality ocs i guess #lobotomy corp related stuff-

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fanficsrusz · 5 years

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Family Reunion - Keanu Reeves Fluff

A/n: Anon requested this a while ago and i just got done with it so sorry for making you wait whoever you are 😘 its just a fluffy story so enjoy 👍

Summary: y/n takes her boyfriend, keanu, along to her family reunion.

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y/n climbed onto her suitcase as she struggled to close it. "come on close for god's sake" she mumbled to herself as she stretched across it, pulling at the zip.

"babe what are you doing?" y/n jumped, the voice scaring her and she fell to the floor with a thud.

Keanu walked over to the bed casually, a cup of coffee in hand as y/n struggled to stand.

"thanks for the help" she moaned and keanu just shrugged laughing. She began to slide the now closed suitcase onto the floor.

"what are you packing for" keanu asked as he placed a hand into his pockets as he looked at the various items of clothing that were thrown all over the floor.

Y/n turned to him slowly. "please tell me you're joking. For the love of God you better be joking" y/n stepped closer to him and keanu backed away, seeing the anger in y/n eyes.

He thought for a moment and came up with nothing and just gave her a sheepish smile hoping that she would take mercy on him.

"let me give you a clue my sweet boyfriend who I love dearly but is also extremely stupid sometimes" y/n spoke slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "it rhymes with ramily feunion" keanu dropped his mouth open as he suddenly remembered what y/n was packing for.

"shit thats this week" keanu asked and y/n laughed sarcastically as she shook her head "its tomorrow. We leave tonight.

As much as she wanted to throw something at her forgetful boyfriend, she couldn't help but watch as he began to run around the bedroom as he gathered all the things he would need for the trip.

Keanu suddenly stopped and rushed to y/ns side. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. "i'm sorry i forgot. Do you mind helping me pack?".

Y/n couldn't help but smile as she nodded her head "how could I resist someone as cute as you" she kissed his lips quickly before she moved over to his wardrobe, grabbing various items from inside.

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Keanu twiddled his thumbs as he looked out the cab window. Y/n placed her hand onto his, stopping his actions.

"why are you nervous? They're going to love you. I promise" y/n offered him a small smile and keanu could barely even look at her.

"this would be the first time meeting them y/n. What if they don't like me? What if they hate me? What if they dont think im good enough for you? What if-" y/n stopped his rambling with a kiss.

Pulling away she held his face, forcing him to look at her.

"look i know my family. They're going to love you i promise and besides…" she sat back before continuing ".... I'm the one dating you not them so they don't really have a say in it do they".

Keanu smiled as y/n settled his nerves, making them disappear with her truthful words.

They were only at bay for a little while longer though because they sooned pulled up outside y/n childhood home.

Thanking the cab driver, the pair stood at the gate.

Y/n grabbed keanus hand and gave it a squeeze as she reassured him.

"you ready?" she asked and keanu shook his head. "is it too late to go home?" y/n laughed and began to drag him towards the door "come on"

Before she could even ring the bell, the door swung open, revealing an older woman. She looked similar to y/n but somehow different.

The woman threw her arms around y/n neck and began to kiss her face.

"hi mum" y/n laughed as she just accepted the attack.

"Oh, darling. It's been so long, ive misses you. You look so grown up" she held y/n at arms length as she took in her daughters appearance.

That's when she noticed the tall, handsome man behind her daughter. Practically pushing y/n aside, she stepped forward and hugged keanu.

"and you must be keanu, the man who has captured my daughters heart. You're so handsome" keanu gave an awkward smile. "you must be mrs y/l/n. Its nice to finally meet you. Youre just as beautiful as your daughter." she swooned as she turnt to y/n.

"darling you've got a true gentlemen here and please call me mum sweetie." she gestured towards keanu.

"come inside, everyone has been waiting for your arrival".

The pair followed her inside and towards the living room and keanu felt scared at the amount of people in the room.

Y/n screamed as she ran over to her sister, hugging her tightly. Keanu recognised her from when she stayed with them but everyone else was a mystery.

He stood awkwardly at the doorway, not knowing what to do with himself and settled on just waiting for y/n yo return to his side.

Two burly looking men soon walked over to him and keanu gulped.

"oh so you're the boyfriend huh? im her father" one of them said sternly and keanu felt intimidated as he nodded before introducing himself. "yes. Hello, My name is keanu sir. It's nice to meet you" he stretched out his hand before quickly pulling it back when her dad didn't accept it.

"aren't you a little old for y/n?" the other man piped up. This was an issue that keanu feared most. He rubbed his neck nervously.

"would you two leave him alone. Dad he is only 15 years older than me. You're 17 years older than mum so what's the issue? And you uncle Steve, play nice" she leaned up to kiss each man on the cheek.

"well we only want the best for you y/n" her dad said and y/n laughed as she moved over to keanu, grabbing onto his arm. "keanu is the best for me now if you don't mind, I want to introduce him to everyone else".

She pulled him away before her dad and uncle could intimidate him anymore and keanu let out a sigh of relief.

"don't worry about them two, they'll soon warm up to you. Now I want you to introduce you to my grandmother."

Y/n pulled keanu other to a frail old lady sat in an armchair. Y/n crouched next to her as she placed a hand onto her leg, grabbing the women's attention.

"Nana, I want to introduce you to my boyfriend keanu" she moved to the side, giving keanu some space to crouch next to her.

"hello, im keanu, it's nice to meet you". The old woman suddenly grabbed his face and squished his cheeks, causing y/n to giggle.

"look at you. Aren't you a handsome boy. Y/n keep him by your side or I might just steal him from you" keanu gave an amused smile as he laughed at the old woman's joke. “Yes grandma. Come on keanu we have a lot of other people to meet"

y/n continued to introduce him to other various family members throughout the night and eventually everyone started to enjoy his company, laughing at the jokes and stories he told about his life.

At one point, even y/n's father found himself growing comfortable around him.

At around 9pm, everyone sat around the dinner table, eating and talking about random subjects. y/n was too preoccupied talking to her sister that she didn't notice how her mum was questioning keanu.

“So, have you two thought about marriage? Children?” keanu’s eyes went wide as he looked at y/n for an escape route.

“Uhhh y/n?” she looked up at her boyfriend to see him looking like a lost puppy. “What?”

“I wanted to know if you two have thought about children yet?” y/n spat out her wine, causing everyone to turn to her as she abruptly stood from her seat. “Okay i think it's time that we went to bed. Keanu lets go.” she grabbed keanus hand as she began to walk up the stairs.

“I love you all but you're all terrible” she called before disappearing out of sight, keanu giving a sheepish smile as he went.

y/n walked down the halls of the house until she reached the last room. Keanu stared at the door covered with posters and smiled. Pushing open the door, he couldn't help but laugh at the room which was bright pink, fairy lights hung along the ceiling and the small objects that allowed him to glimpse into the life that y/n had before she met him.

He picked up a picture frame and smiled as he looked at the picture of y/n with some friends. He could see that she was a lot younger in the picture but she still looked like his y/n. Placing it down he turned to y/n who just stared at him.

“What?” she asked as she jumped onto the bed. Keanu followed and sat next to her as he continued to take in the room around him. “Nothing. Its just so weird to see this side of you.”

“Yeah well my mum just kept it the same after I left home. I kinda miss it you know, the ease of not having to work and just being able to do what I want when I want. No commitments” y/n sighed as she thought about her childhood and felt sad at the thought that she was now an adult.

"well there are a few perks of being an adult" keanu rolled over as he hovered above y/n leaning down into her. Y/n smirked as she played coy "oh yeah? What's that then". Keanu moved his hand down to her pants as he moved to kiss her.

Their faces were millimetres away when the door was thrown open and y/n dad walked in, causing the pair to jump apart, keanu standing to attention without even thinking and her father blushed in embarrassment.

"DAD! Learn to knock for christ sake"

"sorry sweetie. It's just that your mum told me to ask you if you two could watch the kids for a few hours? A few of us wanted to go to the cinema for a late night show and we know that you don't really like that sort of thing?" he shifted awkwardly not really knowing where to look and y/n smiled.

" sure dad. We can watch them" she stood as she placed a kiss on his cheek "we'll be down in a few minutes dad"

"thank you sweetie. keanu" he gave an awkward smile towards him before leaving the room as quickly as he had entered.

Turning back to keanu, y/n bursted into laughter "i feel like a teenage girl sneaking a guy into my room" y/n moved over to a small trunk at the end of her bed and pulled out a few books from inside.

Keanu fell onto the bed in embarrassment.

"I never want to look at your dad ever again" keanu threw his head back and y/n laughed dragging him out of the room. "don't be silly keanu"

Pulling his hand, she lead him downstairs where all the adults stood in their jackets.

Y/n's mum looked over at them and laughed as her father's face turned red and he looked away.

"thank you for doing this sweetie. We shouldn't be more than a few hours" her mum walked over and kissed her on the cheek and gave keanu a small hug before the group left.

Closing the door behind them, y/n turned to keanu "and just like that we're in charge. Lets go" she marched towards the living room where her niece and nephew sat.

They had arrived only in the last hour and she was yet to see them.

"Y/N!!!" both kids yelled when she came into view causing y/n to laugh. She crouched to their level and they rushed to her, giving her a tight hug.

"oh wow you two are getting big. I can't believe you're 5 and 8? You're practically adults" she kissed them on their cheeks as they giggled at their aunt.

"y/n i've missed you so much" her niece, Grace, said "oh well now i'm here. Has your big brother been looking after you?" the little girl nodded frantically and y/n laughed.

Grace stepped back shyly as she looked at the man behind her aunt. Y/n noticed and smiled.

"oh guys i would like you to meet keanu" y/n stepped aside so keanu came into view. He gave a small wave and smiled sweetly at the kids.

"hi. Its nice to meet you"

"you're so tall" the boy, Rick, said in awe causing y/n to giggle.

Keanu thought for a second before speaking "yeah well you can be tall as well if you eat all your vegetables" Rick gave keanu a strange look before laughing "yeah mum has already tried that on me, it's not going to work" keanu held his hands up defensively "right ok sorry"

"ok stop bullying my boyfriend. You two need to go to bed. I'll read you a story if you want" y/n began to usher them up the stairs and towards their room where they got ready for bed.

Peering around the corner of the kids room, keanu watched as y/n read a story to the children. Each child tucked under her arms fast asleep as she finished the book. He couldn't help but smile as he felt a flutter in his heart.

Y/n looked up as keanu leaned on the door frame and motioned for him to help her up.

Keanu walked over and gave her a hand, slowly helping her stand from the bed without disturbing the kids.

"why were you staring" she whispered as she turned the light off and the pair made their way to their own room. Keanu smiled and pulled y/n to face him, placing his lips onto hers. The kiss was sweet and full of love.

Y/n pulled back and laughed.

"not that im complaining but what was that for?" she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck.

"seeing you with grace and Rick made me realise how much of an awesome mum you would make. Maybe your mum is right. Maybe we should think about moving on in our life, settling down and having some kids" y/n stared at him for a second before a smile graced her lips "seriously?" she asked and keanu nodded happily.

"well, let's talk about it properly when we get home ok" she leaned up to kiss his cheek before walking towards their bedroom.

Y/n climbed into bed and keanu followed, pulling her flush against his body and y/n smirked facing him. "you know we could start to practice the process of making children" she drew circles on his chest and keanu smirked before kissing her on the forehead.

"as much as I would love to do that, I'm not going to try anything else….. Your dad scares me. '' he whispered the last part as he remembered how her dad walked in on them before and Y/n laughed as she slapped his chest playfully "ok fine. goodnight you big baby"

"night babe"

The end

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seblore · 3 years

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everyday i wake up and you still havent posted your evermore rant </3

there u go boo 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

GDBDNSKDJHHDDNDS GIRL................ ok so i very cleverly avoided ranking folklore because every song REALLY HIT and the whole album was just SO.. SO.. yeah. i can however rank miss evermore. i dont want to compare the two album i do not get the point in that. both give off really different vibes. now what i will say is with folklore, AS AN ALBUM, it is just a master masterpiece. The songs flowed amazingly with each other and really held you close the entire first listen. at least thats what I felt like <3 with evermore however, the individual songs are OMG!!! THERE IS LITERALLY NO SONG I DONT LIKE FROM ANY OF THE TWO ALBUMS. but as an album on the first listen i did feel a bit disconnected from evermore which didnt happen to me with folklore. why i think that might’ve happened is BECAUSE taylor is just so brilliant m8.... the MASSIVE contrasting emotions between the songs was too much for my little brain to handle.

Ok so now that’s out of the way dhsjsk time for rankings :) i have no idea where im going to put each song im just going to make it up as we go <3 ill ALSO give you my fave lyrics from each if I remember it <333 (oh and also you’ll notice marjorie isnt here. im sorry but i never listened to it after the first listen because it hits a little too close to home and i dont want to unpack all of that now im sorry! it is a beautiful song)

14. Closure: she popped off <3 she really said dont treat me like a situation that needs to be handled 💃🤙💯 a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics HOWEVER its the first song i couldnt connect with thus it’s down here BUT I STILL WOULD LISTEN TO IT ON REPEAT THO... the last in my ranking but still fucks 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ thats taylor swift 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

13. long story short: i have never been in a relationship ever BUT GODDAMN ‘pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips’ hdjsksksjjddjnBbdns jddd ubebs!:!?:?:$3&39383$hzjs WOAH.... and this bitch really summarized the full 2016 drama with long story short it was a bad time. HILARITY. yeah not much to say here tho this is just the ‘at least one mandatory song to shake your tits to on each ts album’ song of evermore <3 and always remember that if the shoe fits walk in it TILL YOUR HIGH HEELS BREAK WOOH ANDIFELLDOWNTHEPEDESTALRIGHTDOWNTHERA—

12: dorothea: making a lark of misery :D RENt free. i had to listen to ‘if youre tired of being known for who you know you know youll always know me’ 113 times to finally understand it tho 😐 some of us are stupid and illiterate have you ever thought about that miss swift???? anyways TINGTINGTINGINGINGING THE STARS IN YOUR EYES SHINED BRIGHTER IN TUPELO <33333 such an innocent feel good song I LOVE!!!!!

11. ivy: the goddamn here and the hush of mirrorball ARE THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 😽 another lyrical masterclass <3 ‘id live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time’ IS2G!!!!!!!!!!! anyways what if you cheated on your husband with me and i cheated on my husband with you and my pain fit in the palm of your freezing hands 😳 JK JK 😅 unless...... 🤪😏 hdjsks yeah this song is magnificently cursed and i am in love with it 🧎‍♀️

10. tis the damn season: this song is august but the other side of the coin. august but four months later. AUGUST SLIPPED AWAY LIKE A BOTTLE OF WINE- THE HOLIDAYS LINGER LIKE A BAD PERFUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... she sounds so pretty goshhh! ‘time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires NOW IM MISSING YOUR SMILE hear me out we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now’ is on repeat in my mind. and as always the bridge ::::::::::::::.............:::::::::::::: how does she do this everytime. ‘and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking’ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ after every ts song i listen my expectations about true love grows exponentially and my chances of finding true love falls exponentially simultaneously ADIEU.

9. willow: she really took the invisible string quartet and put it in huh..................... FUCKED IN THE HEADDDDDDDDDDDDDD. what can i say <3 its just such a pretty song <3 hashtag gorgeous hashtag i cant say anything to its face. WRECK MY PLANS!!!!!! WRECK IT BITCH!!! ‘wait for the signal and ill meet you after dark’ LOVE STORY WHIPLASH. also mate i cant even focus on the song she looks SO GOOD in the music video i—

8. happiness: !!!! what can i say.... one of the best songs of the album hands down. lyrical masterpiece AND musically rich. she really logged into tumblr dot com and typed out ‘THERE’LL BE HAPPINESS AFTER YOU’ AND ‘THERE WAS HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU’ ARE IDEAS THAT CAN COEXIST and logged off...... h8 her and her insanity. the one word i have to describe this song is: picturesque. tis a picturesque song <3 oh and dfbhhffcbhDDVHHTRSDVJK when i heard ‘i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you’ i audibly GASPED and then she says ‘no i didnt mean that sorry i cant see facts through all of my fury’................. i fell out of my chair. IT FELT LIKE AS IF SHE HEARD MY GASP AND TOLD ME SPECIFICALLY THAT NO SHE DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT... anyways yeah. ill write an article one day named THE SWIFT DECEPTION OF TAYLOR about how she keeps writing songs with deceptive titles and this will be the opening case 😈🤙 also the fact that this is one of my faves and i put it in number 8 says a lot......

7. evermore: i havent recovered from ‘motion capture. put me in a bad light’. i mean come on the whole goddamn song is a lyrical masterpiece. ‘writing letters addressed to the fire’. IS SHE OK!????????????? i think tf not. beautiful song beautiful arrangement. iver sounded really good too. and lol lol rofl WOOFWOOFbarkbark ‘HEY DECEMBER GUESS IM FEELING UNMOORED’ unmoored definition from google dot com: no longer attached. she doesn’t go back to december anymore. about2 faint oml. long story short: i did not survive. THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE........ what i felt with this song is that she took the quarantine sadness we all felt at least once this year and made it into a masterpiece of a song. couldve been easily the top song on any album except this. no i will not elaborate <3

6. no body no crime: i cannot believe. she teased us with a musical number. this woman teased us with. a musical number. I THINK SHE IS WRITING A MUSICAL BUT I JUST CANT PROVE IT! when she wins that tony 16 years later call me prophetic xoxo. anyways yeah she literally wrote this to flex her storytelling abilities. send tweet 🐥

5. cowboy like me: YEEEHAWWW I’LL BE HONEST WITH YOU I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FULL SONG SOUNDS LIKE I JUST HAVE THE BRIDGE ON REPEAT!!!! OMFG!!! the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. AAAA!! ??? STFU. IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS MATE THE WAY ITS SUNG!!!!!!! GUT WRENCHING! the best bridge she has ever written musically. i cant stop listening to it. REALLYYY DID BELIEEEVE I WAS THE ONEEE. STORIESSS ABOUT WHEEEN YOU PASSSEDDD THROUGHH TOWN. y e l l. and then she hits me with ‘now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon.’ L ???? M !!!!! A $$$$$ O “”””” i had to pause it and sit there for 10 minutes to take in what i had just heard. case closed critical hit sustained yeedhawd.

4. tolerate it: i cried. the only reason it’s not 1 is because it hurt me too much. WHAT THE FUCK YOU MF YOU ASSUME IM FINE BUT WYD IF I BREAK FREE AND LEAVE US IN THE RUINS???? TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOV— m8 this physically hurts me everytime. if its all in my head TELL ME RN. aghhh aRghhhhhhh. pain. and lol she broke down sleep to its bare essentials ‘breathing with your eyes closed’.

3. ??? coney island: i know it’s a bit of a controversial top three but WHO CARES 🕴this is solely here for ‘AND IM SITTING ON A BENCH IN CONEY ISLAND wondering where did my BABYy GO’ im shaking. my bed is shaking. my body is shaking. my pupils are shaking. THE WAY SHE SINGS IT OH MY GOODNESS ME i have to lie down gimme a sec. ‘and if this is the long haul howd we get here so soon 😟’ SCREAM. and when i was hearing it for the first time and she said ‘sorry for not making you my centerfold’ i was like yeah and?? so what?? and then she hits me with ‘over and over’...... so she didnt make him/her/them her centerfold over and over !!!!!!! she is sorry she didnt do it over and over!!!!!! mannn.... the chorus.. i shall not speak. i am held at gunpoint i CANNOT SPEAK. the bridge tho dhdnsksksjsb I CAN SPEAK AND I SHALL SPEAK. BITCH WENT OFFFFFFFF. <3 this is the apology she deserved from her exes which she never got so she wrote it herself. podium. grey skies. birthday cake. ACCIDENT. im laughingggggggggggg <///3 and yeah so overall it is a really yummy song with yummy vocals and yummy arrangement 9/10 would recommend. also!! life lessons kids life lessons. disappointments? SIMPLY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRETEND YOU DO NOT SEE IT YAAAAAAAAAS

2. gold rush: ETHEREAL!!!!!! The last time i felt like this™️ whilst listening to a song was with mirrorball <3 the production of this song omg omg omg LOVE 💃 but what propelled it to number two status was the ‘i dont like slow motion double vision in ROSE BLUSH/ i dont like that falling feels like flying till the BONE CRUSH’ imagine how fucked in the head a person needs to be to rhyme rose blush with bone crush. yeah i have nothing more to say really this song is extremely gorgeous and ‘eyes like sinking ships on water so inviting i almost jumped in’ / ‘walk past quick brush’ ?:!:!&:8483 F A V E <33333 and the transition transmission transfusion from ‘... gray old tea cuz itll never be ᵍˡᵉᵃᵃᵃᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍᵍᵍᵍ’ MADAME

1. champagne problems: are we surprised? ARE WE REALLY SURPRISED? when listening to new albums i normally listen to it at one go in order. i stick to that rule. HOWEVER after many years of my solid album listening self made rule tm i finally broke and immediately replayed this mf song after listening to it once. ‘you had a speech, youre speechless/ love slipped beyond your reaches’???? stfu???? VILE. PUNISHABLE. DEROGATORY. and welp the entire bridge ...... .... ........... what can i say. And the parallels to miss all too well??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???? your SISTER splashed out on the bottle- left my scarf there at your SISTER’s house 😐 she’ll patch up your tapestry that i SHRED- maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you TORE it all up 😐 your MOM’s ring in your pocket- your MOTHER’s telling stories bout you on the tee ball team 😐 November flush and your FLANNEL cure- PLAID shirt days and nights when you made me your own 😐 wHAT A SHAME SHE IS FUCKED IN THE HEAD IS2G........... and also why would she not rhyme POCKET with LOCKET?????? why with wallet???????????? slant rhyme why????????????? AND THE NOTE THIS MF SONG ENDS ON..... FUCKED IN THE HEAD

THATS IT. i really sat here and did this for the past 2 hours huh...... hhdjsms anyways LONG STORY SHORT: I HATE ONE INSANE WOMAN AND HER NAME IS TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. GODSPEEED 🏃‍♀️

#obviously i have not listened to the two delux songs yet so yeah <3 #im sorry about this i have neither proofread this nor do i think this makes any sense </3 #also i just realized i swore alot in this.... its that kind of a year huh ;D #anyways tysm anon for your eagerness for MY rant on evermore <3 truly honored #have a great day ilyy #answered 🗣#evermore era

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pilot-boi · 4 years

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Shouting In Cafes: Chapter Four

Tentative Reconciliation

A break from work finally, and then Neptune is left to fend for himself at work without Jaune to supervise and restrain him.

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Noodle Dude: are you drinking again dude?!

Ocean Man: Im just having a glass of wine before bed. Relax.

Noodle Dude: okay okay

Noodle Dude: are you okay?

Ocean Man: Why do you ask?

Noodle Dude: you did break up with someone like two days ago and drank yourself to sleep over it :/

Ocean Man: yeah…

Ocean Man: I mean Yeah!

Ocean Man: Im fine dude. There will be other guys and girls.

Noodle Dude: i know but its been a rough couple of days and the break up didnt sound good

Noodle Dude: i just wanted to check in

Ocean Man: Im okay i promise. I have something else to focus on now.

Noodle Dude: whats that?

Ocean Man: Starts with an s and rhymes with fun

Noodle Dude: neptuuuuuuuunnnne!!

Ocean Man: Would you rather i be sad and drunk or angry and focused?

Noodle Dude: neither of those things are good neptune

Noodle Dude: dude? you there?

Ocean Man: Sorry i thought about the frat boy and wanted more wine.

Noodle Dude: dude thats not healthy

Ocean Man: Im kidding im kidding

Ocean Man: Probably.

Ocean Man: I am.

Noodle Dude: why are you so focused on this guy?? Hes just a dick you met once in a coffee shop

Ocean Man: I dont know. He rubs me the wrong way is all.

Noodle Dude: :)

Ocean Man: I am not attracted to him

Noodle Dude: sure sure

Ocean Man: It could be the fact that his mother controls my source of income.

Ocean Man: And could take away that income if her son says a single word to her.

Noodle Dude: go to bed neptune

Ocean Man: And hes rich

Noodle Dude: go to bed neptune

Ocean Man: And his hair is annoying.

Noodle Man: im going to bed neptune

Neptune spent two days in a coffee shop free bliss. He wasn’t scheduled until Friday, and until then he could lock himself up in his dorm and study without anyone bothering him. Thank god for a roommate in design who spent all of his time out of the room. He was falling behind on his homework.

No matter how social Neptune was, and here social meant flirtatious, being left alone was one of the natural pleasures in life. He liked his dark room. He liked the soft blue light of his computer screen. He liked not being annoyed. This was his element, and when he was in his element, he was focused.

He got to bed on time.

He got his work done.

He even got complimented by his teachers.

Everything was good.

And then he was back at The Daily Grind and Jaune wasn’t scheduled to work that day. And Sun was for sure coming in. And he dreaded every aspect.

“Let me guess. I’m on the cash register,” Neptune asked his coworker before he was even done clocking in.

“You got it.”

“Figured.”

Thankfully, after a few restful days, Neptune was on his A-game, meaning he could smooth talk the customers with ease.

“And what does a lovely lady such as yourself want to drink?” Neptune said and uncapped a sharpie with one fluid motion.

“You’re glowing in this autumn weather, by the way,” he would say as he took down a cup from a high shelf.

“What is someone as beautiful as you doing in a quiet place like this?” he asked and punched in numbers on his cash register with a pen.

Many pleasant smiles. Many quiet blushes. Neptune was good at what he liked to do.

Too good, maybe. Too many not-straight pretty boys with kind smiles and nice eyes being inexplicably drawn to a handsome barista’s dorm room and suddenly they were kissing, but oh no he was straight he swore.

And then more dates, nicer ones. Onese with movies and popcorn and dinners at places with chandeliers. And then more promises like, “We’re just friends,” and then the unavoidable, “Thanks I guess I’m not straight,” and Neptune was left alone with a bottle full of wine.

What time was it?

Neptune checked his watch. 3:15 PM. He just had to last for one more hour without moping around in self pity.

The door swung open with a little more force than needed and hit the wall with a soft thud. Some flyers tugged at the pins holding them to their corkboard. A few studious classmates of his glanced up in annoyance as the bell jingled.

“Hello, welcome to the Dai-” -it was him- -”ly Grind. What can I get for you today?”

Stay calm. Don’t make any snide comments. Don’t say anything else at all. He was alone, wearing shorts and a tight T-shirt and flip flops, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand and avoiding Neptune’s eye contact. It could be taken as ornery, which Neptune did take it as, but the twinge to his brow and the pout of his mouth made Neptune think if only for a second that he was embarrassed. Or sad. Or both.

God, why couldn’t he read this asshole’s face?

Not an asshole. Owner’s son. Calm.

“So, you’re working here today?” Sun asked, finally turning his eyes toward Neptune.

Neptune shouldn't answer him. “Yeah. It’s a part time job,” he said anyway.

“Well, yeah, but I’ve been in here the past couple of days and you haven’t been here. I get free coffee, you know?”

“So I’ve heard.” He should shut up. “What are you having today?”

“Sorry, by the way. And a grande white mocha.”

Neptune’s brain fizzled out for a split second. “What was that?”

One eyebrow rose to a degree Neptune didn’t think was possible. What the fuck was going on with this guy’s face?! “A grande white mocha?” Sun repeated, sounding bewildered.

“No, I mean-”

“I dunno. I didn’t mean to make you yell about how much you needed your job in a public coffee shop.”

Neptune stared for a moment. Sun broke eye contact a second in, choosing to fiddle with the hem of his GAINS NOT PAINS T-shirt instead. Neptune’s mouth tasted sour, but not out of anger with Sun. It seemed like embarrassment. Why would he be embarrassed?

Neptune rang him up in silence.

“Thank you,” he said and handed him his receipt.

Sun grinned and his eyes crinkled. He took the receipt between two fingers and leaned his body across Neptune’s counter, resting his head on one fist. “So, Italian, huh? You learn that to pick up girls?”

Neptune rolled his eyes. “My mom was born in Naples.”

Sun didn’t lose the smile. It got wider if anything. “But I bet it helps, right?”

“Your order is almost ready.”

“Right!”

Sun had to have given himself whiplash from how fast he bounced back upright and sprinted to the other side of the counter, snatching up his drink and whirling into an open seat by the window. Neptune covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. No laughing at this guy. That wasn’t allowed.

But… Apologizing was something Neptune hadn’t expected. Breaking eye contact, sure, but it was considerate to say the least. Considerate for a frat boy, he reminded himself.

A frat boy that was giving his phone a peace sign as he took a selfie. No wonder he was sitting by the window. Idiot.

#rwby #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #jaune arc #seamonkeys #shouting in cafes #coffee shop rwby #chapter 4 #writing wednesday #mine #my writing

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smile4imagines · 5 years

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Could u please write some hcs abt Trevor, Millie, Putunia and Tim Tam (separately please!) hanging out with an older sibling figure?

AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we stan kids having loving older siblings 😤😤

Trevor Garbo, Millie, Putunia, and Tim Tam with an older sibling figure!

Trevor Garbo

the cute little brother that makes AWFUL drawings of wolves and furry stuff but like. he put SO much effort into it so you can’t NOT hang it up on the fridge

likes to stay in his siblings room and tell them all about his “super secret wolf powers” while the sibling just kinda sits there nodding along, a bit confused. he also likes to rant about all his crazy conspiracy theories, like the one where he thinks the guy down the street is a vampire? leave the dude alone kid, just because his name rhymes with Transylvania and he doesn’t like going out in the sun doesn’t mean he’s a vampire.

his FAVORITE THING EVER is when they take him out to like, the woods or a field, and play wolves with him. he’s unfortunately kinda seen as a weirdo at school so his sibling is the only one that’ll actually play with him,,, it’s kinda sad but at least someones having fun with him

the wolf games include: hide and seek/chase (”YOU’RE a small, helpless deer, and I’M a big fast hungry wolf!! you gotta hide and when i find you run or else i’ll catch you!”), house (stacking up logs and leaves to build a “cave” or going into an actual cave while he pretends to be the “leader of the pack. you guys bring in stuffed animals and pretend they’re other members of the pack), and Howl (this is one he made up where you have a contest to see who can scream howl the loudest. he always wins by a long shot.)

all this fun stuff aside, there are definitely nights when he just needs someone to really talk to. he knows that he’s weird, he knows that the other kids make fun of him, and it hurts man. he’ll cry into their shoulder for a bit, then to cheer him up they watch his favorite werewolf movies all night trevor is the cutest furry sibling and yknow what? thats valid

Millie

basard time

the WORST younger sister when it comes to trying to beat up the older sibling. unlike petunia, she uses weapons. all of the bats, metal objects, and things that can be held and used as a weapon have been hidden, but she always finds new tactics. don’t worry, she apologizes after! she doesn’t know any better after all, shes like 3

PLAYS PRANKS ALL THE TIME

the sibling always has to check their seat before sitting down because there might be a thumbtack or slime. they always have to open the door and stand back because there might be a bucket of water set up at the top. there are pennies scattered around the house where no penny should be. living is paranoia with this feral child

aside from all that, there’s a reason Millie acts this way. she had it pretty rough when she was ACTUALLY 3, so you kinda have to be there for her. sometimes she’ll go weeks without a prank, only to come into their room, crying into her hands because she just can’t handle all the bad memories she has, and she apologizes for being a nuisance and playing pranks and hitting all the time, but she just can’t help it sometimes!!!! she has so much pent up frustration that she doesn’t know how to deal with!!! they just have to be there to tell her that its ok, i understand, i don’t blame you, until she stops crying. she’ll sleep in their room that night, but in the morning she wakes them up by putting a slug on their face and saying “if you EVER tell ANYONE what happened i SWEAR i’ll like. literally actually put you in the oven and cook you alive, got it?”

she may be an awful gremlin baby sometimes but shes really trying here, just give her some love

Putunia (sorry it’s a little short,, i couldn’t think of much umu)

the little sister that likes to wrestle with her older sibling, even though she’ll probably lose (her sibling lets her win a lot though don’t worry)

LOVES to ride on her siblings shoulders with her cape flying in the wind. she feels like a real superhero now!!!!

her favorite games are making her older sibling dress in a villain costume, then doing a whole routine of taking them down (sometimes even saving a “damsel in distress” thats just a barbie doll tied to a chair with a shoelace)

likes to bust down doors and make her presence known. her sibling hasn’t known peace since putunia learned how to walk and talk.

speaking of talk, she does a lot of that! she’s always ranting about becoming the BEST fighter someday and saving the world from EVIL!

her favorite show is absolutely The Powerpuff Girls. she recites the intro every morning when she wakes up and likes to dress up like Blossom

we love a superhero baby!!

Tim Tam

you though Millie was a feral gremlin? heh. you are like a little baby. watch this.

tim tam has a HUGE stealing problem. they’ll steal anything they can get their little hands on

if their sibling manages to find their secret stash, they’ll find literally everything they’ve ever thought they misplaced, plus some things that were obviously taken from restaurants and neighbors houses

there are tons of people knocking at the door saying “i KNOW that kid was in my house last night and i KNOW they took my (insert item here)!!!” and since they don’t really talk, you have to do all the apologizing

they may be a handful, but they mean well!! they try to do nice little things for you, like that one time they almost burned down the house because they tried to make you breakfast, but got distracted and started setting things on fire

real talk though, hanging out with tim tam can actually be pretty relaxing, if they’re in the right mood. they love it when you cuddle with them and read them books, since they don’t really know how to read. they love just,,, having someone thats still there for them despite their flaws

please just love the purple gremlin baby thats all they really want

#smile for me #sfm #smile for me headcanons #smile 4 me #s4m #trevor garbo

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issabangtanfic · 5 years

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 2)

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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

A/N: Feel free to submit a cover! Tell me what you think in my inbox! Enjoy!

“Why?” I frown, cofused, even though I know I should just shut up and thank him given the position I'm putting my company in.

“I thought you hated my vision.” I murmur. His eyes light up, and he gives me a soft smile.

“It’s all the contrary. I love your vision, Maya.” He croons, my whole body going rigid. Oh, please.

“Mi-“

“Miss Fair.” He corrects himself. I swallow.

“Then why didn’t you give me the project for your mansion?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Because this is much more important to me.” He counters.

“Huh.” Is all I manage to say. I don't understand his logic. I should be the last person he gives such an important project to then.

“Wanna see what it looks like?” He proposes, jerking his head towards the house. I nod, my curiosity getting the best of me. Mr Jeon leads me up the stairs to the porch.

This house doesn’t even have a door. It’s just a big plywood board with a metal chain on each side, chains that are attached to the house by two hooks and two big locks. Mr Jeon fishes the keys out of his pocket, opening each lock. He then lifts the board effortlessly and moves it to the side to reveal the inside of this old guy.

We step in, and I discover a dark and desolated place. The left wing of the house is closed off by a door, and in front of me lay old wooden stairs that lead to the upper floor. The only point of light comes from the open room on our right, the high column where the windmill is. My feet carry me inside that room, the old wood crackling and squeaking under my heels. A stuffy smell of rotten wood invades my nostrils, and I absolutely love it. This definitly is an old guy.

The room we walk in is the living room, one of the most beautiful spaces I’ve seen in my life. The room is high, really high. Easily dwarfing the ten meters I had guessed. And it’s luminous, bathed in light by two humongous bullseye windows, making the inside look like a ship of some kind.

The furniture is covered by big white pieces of cloth, and I’m dying to uncover them. I guess the shape of a couch, two armchairs, a table and a cabinet by the windows, and a bar on the left where there are no windows.

If half of the cylindric room is covered by windows, the other half has a huge embedded bookshelf as a wall. I’ve never seen anything like this except in harry potter. A huge wall of books, easily covering half of the height of the room, and a ladder that can slide across it.

Oh wow.

At the far end of the room, there is a small metallic spiral staircase that leads to a small platform at the very top of the room, and I guess it’s the windmill maintenance area.

“So?” I hear Mr Jeon ask expectingly.

Is this, like, his childhood home? Someone clearly has spent a lot of time here. Was it him? His parents? Windmill houses are usually found in America, and he has an American accent, it wouldn’t be surprising if this was family home.

But it’s odd. The whole Poudlar spaceship spirit of it makes it look like some kind of… big child room. A place where you’d come to escape reality, far from the city.

“It’s…” I trail off, trying to put a word on all of my thoughts. This house speaks to me, and I can feel that it’s filled with meaningful moments and memories.

“Heavy.” I breathe, my shoulders sagging. I look up at him and watch his eyebrows slightly furrow.

“Heavy.” He repeats, looking at me intently. I shy from his gaze, focusing on these beautiful windows again. That’s when I notice the fireplace.

“Take a look at this.” He offers, pulling my attention back to him. He strides across the room, towards the metal stairs, and grabs the wall. Thats when I notice a crank I hadn’t seen before.. He grabs it, and it must be rusty, unsurprisingly, because he has to put some strength on it to get it to spin. When he finally gets it moving, I hear the sound of heavy metal rustling.

The sound comes from above, so I lift my eyes, and see the ceiling opening. Wow! The roof of the windmill is actually made of blinds, against glass. And as Mr Jeon turns the crank, the blinds lift up to reveal the sunny blue sky.

“Woah.” I breathe as I’m starting to get bathed in sunlight. Now that is luminous!

“That’s amazing!” I laugh in delight. This is so cool! But who the hell would’ve thought of that back then?

“And also, really strange.” I had, now that I think of it.

“You should see it in the night.” He says, pulling my eyes back down to him. He’s taking slow but confident steps towards me. I don’t answer, my eyes glued to his face. I hope he’s not going to stand too close to me.

“You can see thousands of stars. There’s not much light pollution.” He adds, still walking to me. I’m tempted to take a step back, but that would give away my lack of composure. He stops when he’s unreasonably close to me, as if he knew it would make my heart pound in my ears.

He knows.

“You can even see Saturn, in the summer.” He finishes. I look up at him. Not knowing what to say, unable to form any decent answer to that. He smells so, fucking divine, It’s giving me a head rush.

“You in on this?” He asks softly. I manage a small nod, swallowing a big lump in my throat. The corner of his mouth curls up.

“Good.” He says, his lips twitching, refraining a grin. Good? This is anything but good. He’s trouble. Is he not going to move?

His phone rings in his pocket, and I take the opportunity to look away and step back from him. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and looks at the caller’s ID.

“I have to take this.” He says, looking up at me. “Make yourself at home.”

I manage another small nod, and he strolls out of the room to take his call. Sighing, I place my bag on the bar and walk over to the covered furniture. I pull a cover, revealing a leather couch and also sending dust into the air.

I cough, taking a look at the fine piece of work. This could stay here. But I’m more intrigued by the bookshelves. I cover the couch back and take my heels off, walking to the ladder. I slide it across the wall and climb to the top, grabbing a random book.

Curiosities of the sky by Garrett P. Serviss.

Astronomy.

I put it back and grab another one.

A brief history of Time by Stephen Hawking.

Astrophysics. This place is a spaceship! I open it and find a note on the inside.

For my neutron star Jungkook. Don’t aim for the stars but for Canis Majoris. Love A-

I have no idea what this means. But at least I know Mr Jeon has lived here. And he’s keen on space science. What an actual nerd.

The squeaky floor boards announce Mr Jeon’s return way before he enters the room again. I look down at the doorway until he appears, and notice his tie is gone and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Yum.

His eyes land on me and widen.

“What are you doing?” He scolds, pacing towards me.

I thought I could make myself at home!

“I’m sorry, I thought I could look around.” I stutter, surprised.

“Of course you can, but not. like this. Do you realise how high this is?” He mutters. I look down at him, realising he has to bend his neck to look at me.

Damn, I am high.

He could see my knickers!

“I’m scared you’ll fall.” He murmurs, holding his hand out to me, inviting me to come down. He’s scared I’ll fall? Well, he better stop making me so dizzy.

I place the book back on the shelf and proceed to step down the ladder.

“Where are your shoes?” I hear him ask from under me.

“Erm…”

“In such an old house, that’s dangerous.” He lectures. Yeah, yeah, whatever.

I look down at him, and he’s still offering his hand. I have no choice but to take it. I decide to jump down the last step.

You could get a sh-“

“Ow!” I cry.

“Shard in your foot. Well, congratulations.” He mutters. I hop on one foot, my heel stinging painfully. I don’t know what I just landed on, but it was not a shard!

“Careful.” I hear him mutter, and suddenly I’m sent flying as he scoops me up in his arms. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck so I don’t fall off, but shocked this is happening. I’m in his arms, and they are strong. He has a hand on my back and the other curled around the back of my knees.

My eyes bulge out of their sockets and I feel my face heating up. I feel hot in my cheeks and my heart is racing. This is both hell and paradise.

“Let’s see.” He breathes, walking to the couch. He sets me down on it and sits on the adjacent armchair’s arm, grabbing my leg and setting my injured foot on his knee.

My face is about to explode. He takes a look at the underside of my foot.

“You’ll have to take your stockings off.” He declares, looking up at me.

And I know. I know myself and I know, my face is bloodshot and I’m busted from miles away. Mum and Dad always tell me this will bring me troubles, blushing that hard that easily, now I know why.

I blink and swallow, not knowing what to do.

I take a minute process things. My dress is knee-length but it’s flowey, so it won’t rise up to my waist if I reach under it. If I ask him to turn around, he’ll make fun of me. I must act confident,.

Looking away from his eyes so I don’t see his reaction, I carefully reach under my dress and grab the waistline of my stockings, lifting my bum to slide them down.

When I’m past my bum and reach halfway down my thighs, his hands cover mine, and he “helps” me get the rest off without having to bend. But the way he does, it sends my body in a frenzy. He doesn’t take my stockings off, he caresses my legs, sliding his hands down on my skin and dragging the stockings with them.

Heat licks along my skin and I let out a shaky breath, shocked by his boldness but too focused on not letting it show. My stockings come off, and I exhale deeply.

His thumb strokes my ankle as he lifts up my foot, and I chew down on my lip, not wanting to make a sound. Suddenly, his phone vibrates again.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

“I’ll take care of it.” I declare, removing my foot from his lap. “Take the call.”

He nearly yanks my foot back onto his knee.

“While you’re bleeding all over my floor?” He mutters. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Not that much? So he knows he’s an arse.

“So, you’re aware that you were a arse to me yesterday?” I ask, my feverish body making me brazen. He examines my foot carefully, tugging on a shard.

“I’m... merciless, when it comes to business.” He muses, removing a shard with a sharp movement.

“Ow.”

“Sometimes it’s a quality, sometimes it a flaw and costs me a lot.” He says, pensive. This is dangerously close to an apology.

“Is that your way of saying you’re sorry?” I try.

“No it’s not.” He retorts, pulling another shard out of my foot. I scowl at him.

“Would you happen to have tweezers?” He asks casually, looking up at me and ignoring my scowl. I blink at him.

“In my bag, yes.” I indicate. When he stands, I sag against the couch, rubbing the bridge of my nose. This man is so attractive, I hate feeling like this. I know men like him.

He comes back with my tweezers.

“You went through my bag?” I ask, shocked. I thought he’d bring it to me!

“Well, that’s where the tweezers were.” He retorts, sitting back down on the armchair, ignoring my semblance of annoyance. He grabs my foot again.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s very rude to snoop in a lady’s bag?” I mutter, readjusting my position.

“Stop moving, woman.” He mutters. Rude!

“There.” He declares, pulling out what feels like a huge chunk of wood. I hiss in pain.

“That’s a nasty cut. You’re still bleeding. I’ll see if I can find bandages somewhere.” He declares before leaving again. He comes back a few moments later with bandages and disinfectant.

He cuts a piece of bandages and pours some disinfectant on it, before bringing it to my heel. The product stings.

“Ow!” I squeal, removing my foot from his hold.

“Maya.” He calls, grabbing my foot back. Will he stop?!

“It’s Miss Fair.” I grind out, yanking myself out of his reach. He looks up at me, sighing deeply, his tongue briefly poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

“Yeah, as soon as I get this disinfected.” He mutters. Huffing, I reluctantly give him my foot, letting him do his business and wrap it up in some bandages.

“Done.” He declares once he’s finished.

“Thank you.” I mumble, because I’m that. He places his medical equipment on the covered table.

“I guess that’s enough designing for today. Wait here.” He announces before rising and disappearing. He comes back with my bag and hands it to me. I take it and stands, and before I can even take an actual step I’m flying again.

“Jesus Christ!” I yell in surprise as he scoops me up again. What the heck? “Mr Jeon, I can walk.”

“Clumsy as you are, you might break a leg.” He mutters, casually walking towards the exit, with me in his arms. I clench my jaw.

I am the clumsy type, but this is wrong!

“I am not clumsy. You can put me down.” I try not to sound like I’m begging, but I bloody am.

“ I insist.” He retorts, stepping out of the house. Oh, how fucking perfect. He carries me over to my car, but heads for the passenger side.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking you home.”

I start to panic.

“I can drive, really.” I blurt out, stumbling over my own words. He sets me down in front of the passenger door.

“This is really unnecessary.” I murmur, looking up at him.

“I don’t feel comfortable knowing you’re driving with an injured foot.” He shrugs a shoulder, narrowing his eyes at me because of the sun in his face. He looks perfect in the sun. I imagine him in shades and a V neck. Mmmh..

“Injured is a big word.” I retort. He opens in mouth and I’m not having any of this.

“And, I don’t feel comfortable with you taking me home.” I say before he can argue, reminding him he’s a client and I’m not going to cross this line with him.

He frowns, staring at me for a moment, his face a knot of confusion. Finally, he scoffs.

“Listen to me, lady.” He admonishes. Lady?

“I know I affect you, and you should know the feeling’s mutual, but this,” He pauses, taking a small pause and knocking the air out of my lungs. “Has nothing to do with how bad I want to have sex with you.”

I mean, I knew he knew I was attracted to him. I keep making a show of myself whenever I see him, but I didn't think it would be mutual! Oh, and the way the word "sex" sounds in his mouth is filthy and filled with promises.

Oh my god, if I come home with him, he might just-

“I’m not giving you the keys.” I say sternly. His lips curl up and he seems pleased.

“I see you’re not denying it.’ He murmurs.

Oh bloody hell!

“Oh, and I already have them.” He says, fishing them out of his pocket and holding them up. Bloody bastard!

"In." He jerks his chin.

"In not going home, I have to go to my office." I try.

"At this time?"

"Yes."

"To your office we go then. Hop in." He pipes up, unlocking my car and opening the door for me. I make a desperate attempt to snatch my keys out of his hand.

I fail, and he smirks at me.

“Cheeky.” He murmurs. “I like that.”

There’s a detonation inside me and blood rushes to my face. This is just getting worse. I thought just being around him was hard, but how am I supposed to keep calm when he teases me like this?

Huffing, I get into the car just because I can’t stand the way he looks at me.

"I'll get the door. Don't go anywhere." He says to me before closing the door. While he’s good I take a look at myself in the rearview. I’m one messy tomato. I sag against the seat, defeated.

I groan. When will I stop being a fucking impressible? I have no fucking taste in men. Ugh.

When Mr Jeon finishes closing off the house, he gets in my mini, cramming his frame into my tiny car. he pushes the seat all the way back and still looks like a clown in a clown car.

I don’t make any remarks though, I don’t think he’d laugh at himself. he ride to my office is silent and feels like an eternity because he just had to look smoking hot while driving.

He parks in front of the office and gets out the car. I don’t wait for him to open my door for me, and I don’t even know if he was going to. I kick my shoes off and leave the there before getting off as well.

“And now on the concrete? Miss Fair, how much do you hate shoes?” He utters while circling my car.

“A lot.” I mutter.

“Here.” He says, bending to grab the back of my knees.

“That’s enough!” I squeal, swatting his hands away. Not on the bloody street! Is he mental?

His brow furrows. I clear my throat.

“My keys, please.” I ask sternly , holding my palm up. Sighing, he hands them back to me.

“Thank you for the ride.” I say before turning on my heels.

“What about when you go home later?” He calls from behind me.

“I’ll manage.” I reply, looking over my shoulder. “Thanks for worrying.” I add before disappearing inside the building. I sigh deeply, feeling exhausted. My foot doesn’t even hurt that much.

This man is mentally exhausting. I feel more drained by an hour with him than by a full day at work. And I’ll have to see him again and again until the project is finished! What am I going to do with myself?

I make it up to my office to grab my sketchbook, and on my desk lay a bouquet of flowers. Frowning, I take a closer look, discovering a card with the white Roses. I open it, and it says:

I’m sorry. - J x

So he is sorry after all! And he sent flowers to apologize? So that’s what he meant. He said his speech about him being merciless wasn’t his way of saying sorry because he had sent a whole bouquet of flowers to my office.

When I realise my smile is reaching my ears, I pul myself back together and put the card back. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. I grab my sketch book and head back out, taking a moment to reply to my Mum’s text asking why I din’t call her after work.

Worked late today. I’ll call you when I come home. Love you lots x

While I’m sending the text, I feel my car keys being snatched from my hand.

“Ah!” I yelp, feeling myself flying again. And here I am again, in Mr Jeon’s arms, confused and nearly having a heart attack.

“Walking down the stairs with your eyes glued to you phone and an injured foot.” He mutters, walking me down the stairs. What in hell?

“It’s like you want to get hurt.” He grumbles.

“Put me down! What are you doing here?” I utter, in deep shock. He waited outside?

"Taking you home.”

“I said I was fine!”

“And I don’t want to take the risk.” He retorts, circling my car and bringing me to the passenger’s side.

“You’re taking care of a life project of mine. I don’t want you to die on me.” He explains, letting me down. I take a step back,, leaning against my car huffing and puffing.

“Pretty sure driving with a stinging foot isn’t going to kill me.” I mutter, smoothing my hair and tugging my dress down.

“Not taking the risk.” He counters, opening the door.

“Mr Jeon.” I grab the door.

“Mind your head.” He says, taking advantage of my lack of balance and pushing me down onto the seat. I groan, frustrated at him.

It’s not like I can do much to stop him. He has the keys and he seems stubborn as heck. Grumbling to myself, I let him get in the driver’s seat and take me home. I guide him to my house, relieved when we make it in front of my home. I wait for him to join me on the pavement, and he gives me my keys back before leaning against my car.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He asks me.

Oh.

“Yes.” I reply. “They’re pretty.”

“Do you accept my apology?” He enquires, stepping in front of me, trapping me between him and my car. I swallow and nod.

“Great.” He smiles to me.

“Now that I’m forgiven, I think we should drop the honorifics.” He proposes.

“This whole Miss Fair Mr Jeon thing is getting old.” He shrugs. Oh hell no!

“I’d rather we didn’t.” I counter.

“Why?”

“I don’t call my clients by their name.” I lie.

“Well, in case you still haven’t figured, I hope to be more than a client to you.” He replies, his tone changing, becoming low and inviting. I refrain a gasp and try to hold his smoldering gaze.

“Mr Jeon, this is highly inappropriate.” My voice is almost as quiet as a whisper.

“Yeah.” He breathes, nodding. Yeah?

Yeah, it’s inappropriate, and he knows it. What kind of excuse was that. Everything about this is inappropriate, I bet that’s why he wants to have sex with me.

“Should I give the project to Mrs Bingfield?” He proposes, tilting his head to the side. My jaw drops.

“I wouldn’t be your client.” He shrugs. I scoff. He narrows his eyes at me.

“So I guess that’s not the actual reason you won’t have sex with me.” He guesses correctly, and a shiver runs down my spine when he says ‘sex’. I’m in so much trouble.

“If you have no reasonable reason, that could mean you’re scared.” He muses. “If you tell me what you’re scared of, I’ll do my best to reassure you.”

I blink, his words echoing and bouncing in my head.

And then I see him, really see him.

He’s there, using his charms to pin me against my car, all cocky and arrogant, talking about how he’ll do what it takes to get me in his bed. He’s human garbage. He’s just a rich, power hungry arse who likes to seduce women. He’s playing with me.

I’m a conquest for him, a challenge.

I know that all too well, and it all comes back to me like a nasty aftertaste.

“So, whatever happens you’ll be the one to make it all. better.” I scoff.

“I’ll try.” He shrugs a shoulder. I’m such a fuck-up. He’s just plain trash, how could I have missed that. He’s hot, alright, but he just emanates with manwhore energy and now I want to throw up.

“I absolutely abhorre men like you.” I grind out in his face, using my sketchbook to poke at his chest and push him away. He takes step back, frowning deeply.

“You can keep your project. And your dick in your pants for that matter.” I mutter before pushing past him, and go home without a single look back in his direction.

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comfortablyconfusedstrider · 5 years

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Stridercest

This is a script style chat.

Bro [BRO] joined chat.

turntechGodhead [TG] joined chat.

TG: bro

BRO: Hmm.

TG: i got rejected

TG: so hard

TG: maximum strength rejection

BRO: Who’d you ask out again?

TG: not important

BRO: Super important.

BRO: Was it John?

TG: dammnit bro

TG: …

TG: yes

BRO: Man, why’d he reject you?

TG: im not even sure

TG: maybe im not his type, dunno

BRO: Lame.

TG: yea

TG: i know

TG: but i really liked him

TG: more lame for me than anything else

BRO: You want some bro cuddles to cheer you up?

TG: …

TG: yes

TG: can we watch my little pony

BRO: Sure.

TG: -dave leaves his room and walks into the living room, plopping down onto the futon- life sucks

BRO: Shh. *He quickly pulls Dave into a hug, petting his hair.*

TG: -dave leans into it closing his eyes- its sucks more because i really fucking thought i had a chance

BRO: Hey, you never know. He might come around.

TG: whatever, i dont care anymore

BRO: It’s alright to be upset, li'l man.

TG: i think he likes that karkat kid

BRO: Well, fuck those guys, then.

TG: -dave sighs- why cant there just be a guy thats like you, bro? hella cool, straight forward, not into trolls, as far as i know, just fuck

BRO: Not all of us can be perfect.

TG: -dave groans- yea but at least you dont lead people on

TG: not perfect

TG: just

TG: certain shit should be a given, man

TG: right?

BRO: Yeah, I guess so.

BRO: It’ll be alright in the end, promise.

BRO: You’ll find somebody hella cool.

TG: do you think its cus of my rhymes, i spew out some lame shit that comes to mind sometimes to let the flow go, i write better stuff

TG: maybe

TG: im not attractive?

TG: i mean i think im pretty decent

TG: but i dont know

TG: maybe its my ego

TG: i just

BRO: Dave.

TG: why am i not good enough

BRO: Don’t talk like that, alright?

TG: nah maybe its me with the problem

TG: maybe im not funny enough

TG: or interesting enough

TG: i dont watch rom coms

BRO: You can maybe it to death, Dave.

BRO: But honestly? I think John made a mistake.

TG: oh yeah? how?

BRO: What do you mean?

TG: im just some weird kid with freakish eyes that fights with shitty katanas and writes lame raps

TG: thats it

BRO: You write some pretty nice raps.

TG: pft

BRO: And you look great, man.

TG: you just say that cus youre my bro, man

TG: look im sorry for laying all this shit on you

BRO: It’s kinda my job.

TG: but i just, its just got my mind all fucked up

BRO: Well then try not to think about it for a bit.

BRO: Just relax, Dave.

TG: -dave sighs- i dont know if i can

BRO: Look, I’ll put on the tv, we can lay down, and just take a nap or something.

TG: -dave rubs his temples and sighs again- bro

BRO: What?

TG: do you think im self absorbed

BRO: Not really, why?

TG: -dave shrugs-

BRO: Did someone say you are?

TG: -dave looks down and shrugs, biting his lip- yea

BRO: John?

TG: -dave stays silent-

BRO: It was John. *He hugs Dave again, sighing.*

TG: bro do you think im attractive

BRO: Yeah. Didn’t I say that?

TG: a general boyish handsome attractive or sexy?

BRO: Well, I’m your brother, I don’t think I should really say you’re sexy whether I think you are or not.

TG: c'mon, bro to bro

BRO: I guess you’re pretty sexy, yeah.

TG: -dave bites his lip again and stares at bro silently-

BRO: What?

TG: -dave looks away- n-nothing, man.

BRO: C'mon, what’s on your mind?

BRO: Can’t help if you don’t tell me.

TG: nah, im being dumb, ignore it, honestly.

BRO: *He sighs, poking Dave in the stomach.*

TG: hm?

BRO: I’m sure people think you’re attractive, dude. They’d be stupid not to.

TG: thanks bro -dave mutters-

BRO: Is that not what’s wrong?

TG: -dave looks back at bro about to say something, but shuts his mouth-

BRO: *He shrugs and leans back on the couch, lacing his fingers behind his head.* Tell me when you’re ready, I guess.

TG: -dave reaches over and pulls bros shades off-

TG: -dave folds them and puts them on the table, taking off his own as well-

BRO: *He glances back towards Dave, raising an eyebrow.*

TG: -dave stares into bros eyes studying the orange color hes rarely graced with, feeling a bit intimidated-

BRO: What’s up, kid?

TG: alot

BRO: Well, you wanna talk about any of it?

TG: would your opinion of me, change?

BRO: If what?

TG: if i told you what i was thinking

BRO: I doubt it.

TG: bro, i think im attracted to you and its freaking me out

BRO: Attracted as in … sexually?

TG: Yea -dave said seriously, not breaking eye contact-

BRO: *He blinks a few times and smooths his hair back.* Wow, alright.

TG: -daves gaze travels down to bros lips a few times- y-yea

BRO: I don’t, uh … Not sure what I’m supposed to say?

TG: -dave looks down at his feet- me neither, man

TG: but you could start with how you’re feeling, seems fair

BRO: Well. Flattered? And I guess a little concerned.

TG: -dave pulls his legs up to his chest- mhm -dave hangs his arms around his knees and puts his face down-

BRO: *He reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder gently.*

TG: -dave just sits there silently-

BRO: I don’t think any different of you, you know.

TG: even if you did feel the same way, theres no way in hell you would ever even admit it right? which you obviously dont, anyway. why did i even bother, honestly

BRO: C'mon, how about we lay down.

TG: im not tired

BRO: Not the point.

TG: -dave sighs-

BRO: Please?

TG: fuckyou -dave says under his breath and lays down facing bro- good enough?

BRO: *He lays down across the couch and pulls Dave onto his chest, loosely wrapping his arms around him.*

TG: -dave stiffens up- seriously, bro.

BRO: What? I’m not allowed to be affectionate?

TG: …

TG: i dont even know how to respond to you

BRO: *He runs a hand through Dave’s hair and shrugs.* You don’t have to.

TG: -dave relaxes a bit- bro

BRO: Hmm?

TG: can i kiss you -dave mutters-

BRO: … I can’t see how it would hurt.

TG: -dave moves his head from bros chest and stares at bro in shock for a moment, hesitating before carding his fingers through bros hair, leaning in and locking lips with him-

BRO: *He kisses him back gently, but pulls away before Dave can get too into it.*

TG: -dave bites his lip and breathes heavily- again? p-please -dave said needily-

BRO: I-I mean, I just don’t want it to go too far or something.

TG: It’s just kissing, bro -dave said innocently-

BRO: *He chews on his lip a little, looking conflicted.*

TG: -dave licks his lips- please

BRO: You get one.

TG: aw c'mon, ill be a good boy, bro -dave pouts a bit nudging bro-

BRO: *He glances away, rubbing his face.* Fine.

TG: -dave smirks and cups bros chin, leaning back in pressing his lips against bros, nipping his bottom lip-

BRO: *He moves his hand back into Dave’s hair, kissing him back rather hard.*

TG: -dave responds kissing back feverishly, wrapping an arm around bros neck to deepen the kiss-

BRO: *He runs his free hand along his back idly and slides his tongue lightly over his lips.*

TG: -daves hand trails down to bros waist, dave takes bros tongue into his mouth, sucking it and rubbing his tongue along it, digging his nails into bros waist-

BRO: *Sliding his hand into the back of Dave’s shirt, he lightly drags his fingernails across his back.*

TG: -dave arches his back, letting out a low moan into bros mouth, he kisses bro, hard.-

BRO: *He pulls back and covers his slightly flushed face, taking a deep breath.* We should probably stop.

TG: -dave pants lightly staring into bros eyes- i said i would be good, i just, that turned me on

BRO: And that’s why we should probably stop.

TG: look, man, i can suppress, it, it’s fine. i can stop myself ya know. -dave frowns- or do you not trust yourself?

BRO: No comment.

TG: hmph -dave kisses bros cheek- you dont do you.

BRO: I don’t wanna do something we’ll both regret.

TG: that you’ll regret, don’t speak for me, bro. i make my own decisions

BRO: Have you had sex before?

TG: yea

TG: remember my math tutor?

BRO: Sadly.

TG: yep

TG: brad and i

BRO: I guess there’s slightly less for me to worry about, then …

TG: -dave smirks- mhm

BRO: Don’t gimme that look.

TG: -dave bites his lip- dont act like you dont like it

BRO: I ain’t gonna encourage you.

TG: -dave leans in close and whispers into bros ear- encourage what? -dave licks the shell of bros ear nipping down the lobe-

BRO: *He breathes out a little shakily, flicking Dave’s shoulder lightly.* That.

TG: what you gonna turn me into your little attention whore? -dave laughs lightly- fine -dave starts to suck on a patch of skin on bros neck biting down lightly running his hand down bros chest-

BRO: *He hums quietly and tries to ignore him, biting the inside of his lip.* Not turnin’ you into anything.

TG: -dave pulls back with a pop and kisses the forming mark- then dont make me fight for your attention, hn? -dave pauses for a moment and begins to take off his own shirt dropping it onto the floor-

BRO: We’re related, you know.

TG: no shit, related?? news to my ears. damn. -dave sits up next to bro- get up

BRO: *He gives Dave a look.* What the hell for?

TG: -dave rolls his eyes- why the fuck not

BRO: *After a moment, he sits up, shrugging.* This good?

TG: -dave smiles softly and gets ontop of bro’s lap, fidgeting a bit to get comfortable.- yea -dave pulls bros shirt up a bit looking him in the eyes-

BRO: *He rolls his eyes and pushes Dave’s hand away, before pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.* Happy?

TG: -dave smirks and runs his hand down bros firm chest making a pleased grunt-

TG: -dave laps his tongue up bros chest-

BRO: Does that mean you’re done trying to give me hickeys?

TG: -dave rolls his eyes- i only gave you one

TG: and if you have a problem with it why don’t you just repay the ‘unfavorable’ favor.

BRO: Well obviously you’d like that too much.

TG: …fuck you

BRO: So I’m right.

TG: 'No comment.’

BRO: *He shrugs and leans back against the couch.* I just don’t wanna fuck up.

BRO: I mean I kind of already have.

TG: Fuck up?

TG: How would you fuck up?

BRO: By fucking you, mostly.

TG: what if i want you to fuck me up?

BRO: I’m still a little leery, kid.

TG: would it help if i called you by your real name, dirk?

BRO: Not sure.

BRO: It’s really weird to hear from you.

TG: aight. well maybe you should just, ya know, let go?

TG: relax.

BRO: It’s kind of illegal, Dave.

TG: cus’ ill be sure to go on telling the police my brother and i had sex

BRO: *He sighs and shakes his head.* You’re not gonna give up, are you?

TG: nope

BRO: *Shaking his head, he covers his face again.* Fine.

TG: no more holding back?

BRO: Yeah.

TG: -dave hovers over bros ear- please fuck me -dave bites down lightly on bros ear waiting for a response-

BRO: *He moans quietly and grabs onto Dave’s hips, leaning in to bite harshly on his collarbone.*

TG: f-fuck -dave curses into bros ear-

BRO: *He moves up and crushes their lips together, raking his fingernails along Dave’s hips.*

TG: -dave moans into the kiss snaking his arms around bros neck and bucking his hips against bros-

BRO: *He bites Dave’s lip and pulls away momentarily.* You sure you don’t want me to hold back? I can be rough.

TG: -dave goes half lidded- mutilate me

BRO: *He leans forward again, starting to leave a trail of hickeys down his neck, accompanied by a trail of scratch marks along his side.*

TG: -dave arches his back, rolling his hips against bros, moaning lowly, scratching down bros back-

BRO: *He chuckles quietly and moves a hand to unbutton Dave’s pants, licking up his neck slowly.*

TG: -dave shivers reaching down, undoing bros pants in unison.-

BRO: *He pushes Dave sideways, down onto the couch, hovering over him and sliding a hand into his pants.*

#msparp #stridercest #roleplay #chat #davebro #brodave

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hugyoongs · 4 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

↠ summary: join the ride of seven best friends as they navigate their way through the stress, love, joy, and adventure that college brings.

↠ pairings: taejoon, 2seok, yoonkookmin

↠ genre: crack (honestly 95% of the book), angst, fluff

↠ word count: 1110

↠ warnings: hoseok plotting murder (and actually attempting), a lot of gay panic, alotttt of crack, mentions of sacrifice, a lot of minecraft references, language (as always)

↠ a/n: i totally forgot about adding author’s notes into my work lol. but anyways dahlia ( @blssmin ) and i are like super happy to be writing this series! and we hope that everybody reading this is enjoying it as well :) also if you watch the office..hopefully you get the reference at the end!

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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍: 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙂𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀𝙎 [ 🐥 + 🦀 + 🦙]

jimoaning

guys this is NOT a drill

namjukebox

what happened to you?

suckjin

didn't this chat die a LONG time ago

suckjin

why are you bothering us on a fucking sunday morning

jimoaning

THE MOVIE

jimoaning

MY EYES WENT TO HEAVEN

jimoaning

I NEED TO CHANGE MY USERNAME

jimoaning

QUICK THIS IS NOT A DRILL

namjukebox

are you going to tell us what happened..

yoongisbitch95

SORRY I AM BACK

suckjin

JIMIN WTF

suckjin

I THOUGHT YOU HATED YOONGI

yoongisbitch95

I DO HATE HIM

yoongisbitch95

BUT DAMN I WANT TO CHOKE ON HIS COCK

namjukebox

oh lord

yoongisbitch95

AND THEN I WANT TO EAT MY WASHED NOODLES WITH HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DAMN PARK

yoongisbitch95

AND FUCKING C U D D L E

yoongisbitch95

I WANT TO GO OUT FOR ICE CREAM

yoongisbitch95

ALTHOUGH IT IS WINTER

suckjin

jimin...that all sounds nice but

suckjin

CHANGE YOUR USERNAME BACK RIGHT NOW

namjukebox

right when i thought jimin couldn't get any stupider

yoongisbitch95

S H U T U P

yoongisbitch95

I THINK I LIKE HIM

suckjin

you see his dick once and then you start drooling

suckjin

that is NOT a crush

yoongisbitch95

you see...about that

jimoaning

i...have kind of liked him since december

namjukebox

WHAT

suckjin

WHAT

namjukebox

WHAT

suckjin

WHAT

jimoaning

WHAT ???

suckjin

I KNEW YOU WANTED TO SUCK HIS DICK

jimoaning

I DON'T WANT TO SUCK HIS DICK

namjukebox

BITCH DON'T LIE

jimoaning

IS THIS ABOUT HIS GIGANTIC COCK?

jimoaning

OR ME??

suckjin

sorry yoongisbitch95

jimoaning

:cc

jimoaning

i think that jungkook hates yoongi tho

namjukebox

WHAT

suckjin

WHAT

namjukebox

WHAT

suckjin

WHAT

jimoaning

we are all supposed to be #besties but i think that jungkook hates yoongi

namjukebox

you'd be surprised

jimoaning

okay shut up egghead

jimoaning

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

jimoaning

is it possible to be this gay

namjukebox

probably...but it's all good

jimoaning

idk what to do why are we so mean to each other but nice to each other at the same time it makes my heart go BOOM and that's not good because actually it is good but i love this feeling kind of ?? i want yoongi to make fun of me still but i also want to give him a lot of hugs and it is making me SAD

suckjin

i lost many braincells from reading that

namjukebox

you never had any to begin with

suckjin

gladly suck my dick

namjukebox

i have to make reservations for that sweetheart

suckjin

get away from me ugly

jimoaning

can you guys like HELP ME

jimoaning

what

jimoaning

gucking do

namjukebox

gucking

suckjin

gucking

jimoaning

i hate you guys

[ hoesuck had added temptaetion to the conversation ]

hoesuck

so since you’ve been trying to hop on namjoon’s dick

hoesuck

and may i add

hoesuck

you’ve been doing a terrible job

hoesuck

i need your help

temptaetion

now wait a damn minute

temptaetion

FIRST OF ALL

temptaetion

you have the AUDACITY to insult my dick hopping skills

temptaetion

and then you ask me for help?

temptaetion

rude.

hoesuck

are you done

temptaetion

yeah sure what’s up

hoesuck

i would very much like to suck jin’s dick.

temptaetion

is THE jung hoseok being an unholy child

temptaetion

hold up i need to screenshot

hoesuck

i will chop your dick off

[ temptaetion has taken a screenshot (x2) ]

hoesuck

open your door

temptaetion

okay...one second

[ suckjin had added temptaetion to the conversation ]

suckjin

it is fucking sunday morning

suckjin

what the FUCK are you doing to have you make so much noise

[ the seven deadly sins ]

namjukebox

i have heard a very loud scream

namjukebox

jimin and/or jungkook what have u two done

jimoaning

WAIT WHY AM I A FUCKING SUSPECT

jimoaning

AGAIN

temptaetion

WHO THE FUCK GAVE HOSEOK THAT BIG ASS BUTCHERS KNIFE

namjukebox

ah, so thats where the screaming is coming from

suckjin

i gave him the knife

temptaetion

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

suckjin

HE SAID THAT HE WANTED TO CUT SOME MEAT

temptaetion

WELL HE’S ABOUT TO CUT MINE

jeoncena

make sure to add seasoning hobi

minsugay

dinner looks great for tonight

minsugay

who’s dorm?

suckjin

might as well be ours

suckjin

he stopped screaming, i think hobi killed him

hoesuck

guys help where do u hide a body

temptaetion

first of all

jimoaning

OH MY GOD A FUCKING ZOMBIE

suckjin

GET THE DIAMOND SWORD

namjukebox

IS IT ENCHANTED

jimoaning

I HAVE LEATHER ARMOR

jimoaning

WAIT-

minsugay

FUCK A SWORD

minsugay

I GOT A BOW MFS

jeoncena

FUCK THE DIAMOND SWORD

jeoncena

I HAVE MY ENCHANTED IRON AXE

jimoaning

THE RELOAD IS FUCKING TERRIBLE THOUGH

jeoncena

okay but it’ll kill you in an instant.

minsugay

WE ARE KILLING A ZOMBIE

jeoncena

RIGHT

temptaetion

GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP

temptaetion

i am ALIVE, i am WELL

temptaetion

and i am most certainly a HUMAN

jeoncena

THATS WHAT A ZOMBIE WOULD SAY

temptaetion

JUNGKOOK WTF I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU TO BELIEVE ME ON THIS ONE

jeoncena

WHEN MY DIAMONDS ARE AT STAKE

jeoncena

ITS EVERY GAY FOR THEMSELVES

minsugay

WHAT JUNGKOOK SAID

namjukebox

but like taehyung

namjukebox

what did you even dO?

temptaetion

ASK YOUR FRIEND WITH THE BUTCHERS KNIFE

temptaetion

I WAS BEING A GENTLEMAN AND OPENED THE FUCKING DOOR

temptaetion

AND WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR, MANS IS STANDING THERE WITH A KNIFE

hoesuck

i’m thinking twice about not sacrificing you to our gay jesus

temptaetion

HOSEOK WTF

jimoaning

SACRIFICE HIM

jimoaning

DO IT

namjukebox

no take mE instead

temptaetion

really🥺

namjukebox

lol no, kill that bitch

jeoncena

EVERY GAY FOR THEMSELVES

jeoncena

NAMJOON WOULD NEVER SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS

temptaetion

namjoon, it’s on sight

hoesuck

you won’t win a fight against joon

jeoncena

have u seen the mans tiddies

suckjin

i’m not gay or anything

suckjin

but mans is buff

jimoaning

first of all, jin we all know that you’re capping

jimoaning

you’re like the gayest one here

jimoaning

and second of all

jimoaning

literally anyone could beat up tae

temptaetion

HEY! i could win a fight against yoongi 😤

minsugay

c a p

namjukebox

i’d actually pay money to see that

jeoncena

yoongi would probably win

jeoncena

i bet all of my money

suckjin

didn’t you bet on something yesterday and LOSE

jeoncena

shhhhhhhh

temptaetion

namjoon, you’d think your future bf would win right🥺

hoesuck

namjoon’s in gay panic rn, he’ll be back

jimoaning

AM I LATE OR SOMETHING

jimoaning

FUTURE BEST FRIEND??

minsugay

no you absolute IDIOT

minsugay

as i said before

minsugay

one panicked gay + another panicked gay = joon and tae

jeoncena

ahahahahaha that rhymed

jimoaning

oh wait but i thought that joon and tae have BEEN dating

temptaetion

and all of us thought that we were straight

suckjin

oh how the tables turn

jimoaning

the turns have tabled

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grimmjowjaegerjaquez · 5 years

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so. ach’m. he is an amphibious alien character thats been with me for a long time and i havent had the feeling for him in YEARS. but i have to talk about him because hes still got a special place in my heart despite my uh... abandonment of him.

this is really long so it’s under a cut

first things first: his name, Ach’M Raten, is pronounced, Ahk-mm Rah-ten. it has a meaning to it because apparently those are names derived from words in his people’s language, which you’ll find out about more later.

he was someone i made when i was RIGHT in the middle of my Alien phase, and was also just starting my OCT xDDD phase on deviantArt. (i was. not good at octs bc i had no concept of cohesive storytelling in a limited timeline comic format and also had really bad add that made it impossible to ever finish anything.) the OCT he was apart of was Tapestry of Horror, which, honestly i think my audition comic for that was the only good one i made for that entire tourney. this was his reference for it:

ahh, look at that. the nostalgia is all coming back to me. the amount of “:U” which was a go-to face for 13 year old me. this was posted back in 2010! wow!

the reason the 63 on his age is crossed out is because THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY THE ORIGINAL REFERENCE I HAD FOR HIM! i had to redraw him because his original reference (which unfortunately has been lost to the annals of time) was too human looking? and tapestry of horror was an anthro/alien/no-human-faces tourney, so they told me i should probably change his face up some and then he’d be fine, and ORIGINALLY, ACH’M WAS AN OLD MAN. I DON’T KNOW WHY I ALSO CUT HIS AGE IN HALF BUT IT’s PROBABLY BECAUSE I WAS THE INDECISIVE BASTARD THEN THAT I STILL AM TODAY.

supposedly he used to slink around in shadows and laugh and speak in rhymes, and im pretty sure that was a side effect of edgy 13 year old interests? like, i think i tried giving him kind of a creepy serial killer vibe? and then just never executed it? he had an epithet of, The Laughing Cyborg, which is still relevant in later versions of him.

oh and here, have some TOP SECRET ACH’M LORE COURTESY OF THE IMAGE DESCRIPTION OF HIS REFERENCE:

i don’t believe i was lying. i think i did originally make an amphibious alien woman character that just later evolved into ach’m. i’m sure if i had any of my sketchbooks from that age physically with me i would ABSOLUTELY be able to find it and show you guys but i dont so, rip.

because i was trying to be coy and ~*~mysterious~*~ i never originally explained his backstory on his reference. it was planned to be something revealed overtime through ~*~dramatic~*~ flashbacks and dream sequences that i did not have the ability to execute. its always followed the same beats, though: ach’m and his younger brother were child refugees from a civil war on his home planet. in their initial escape, ach’m is caught under a crumbling wall and loses his leg, and they’re later found and adopted by a retired opera singer of another species. through vague never-established family issues, ach’m leaves his adoptive mother and joins a travelling circus.

this is his adoptive mother:

her name is (and i’m sorry) Nippeteranulzenkodelonio. You can just call her Nippy, though. Please just call her Nippy.

god, her species used to be called draconae? what the heck. in future designs, those religious symbols are obsolete and replaced with other symbols relating to a galaxy-wide secret society that has NOTHING to do with ach’m and i never figured out how nippy was involved in it, so we’re not delving into that.

they both come from a planet called Naruviie, which in his language just means, “Land of the People,” “naru” being the part that means people. i never like, fully fleshed out their planet aside from very vague allusions to it being mostly swampland populated by cute little amphibious animals like this fun guy:

pictured: a gold Yarlian, which is basically the Naruviian equivalent of a dog.

SO BACK TO ACH’M AND THE TAPESTRY OF HORROR: i only won the first round because my opponent had to drop out, and i lost the second round. it didn’t really matter though, because ach’m remained an incredibly popular character to followers of the tourney, and No, It Was Not Because Of Me. it was because one of the other competitors who i was friends with included him in her rounds, mostly for jokes, and i thought it was the best thing ever. the problem with that though, was that even though in every entry for the tourney she would say IN THE DESCRIPTION that he was NOT her character, everyone thought he was. because she was just a more well-known artist in that community, and i was just. some 13 year old.

but anyway, she was a more competent storyteller than i was so she actually like... gave him more character than i was capable of at the time, and she would ask me if i characterized him wrong and i would always be like, “NO ITS GREAT HES PRETTY MUCH WHAT I WANTED HIM TO BE BUT JUST COULD NOT WRITE FOR WHATEVER REASON!” not that i ever expressed it like that because... from what i remember about my 13 year old self... i was very Virgo in all of my statements. yikes.

im not close with that artist anymore, and our interests have diverged a lot since then, but i always think back to that time with fondness. for my tween mind, having an artist that i looked up to see my character and actually like them enough to do that absolutely had a profound effect on me at the time.

ALRIGHT NOW FOR THE NEXT VERSION OF ACH’M, 2015:

see i told you his name had a meaning. and look, i even gave his language a name! wow! such developments!

his backstory didn’t really change, except this time instead of a wall falling on him and crushing his leg, he was just born with a bad leg that had to get amputated. apparently. i also changed up his personality more. instead of him being this one dimensional jokey boy that talked in a bad accent, he became more of this like... roguish bardish type of character? he’s more flirty, more prone to being pride and false bravado, tells ridiculous stories of his life to appear more dashing, and, get this: i literally put in his updated backstory that he used to work more Colorful Jobs (ie: he was a prostitute at some point)

his brother also has more of a presence and an actual character? i think i planned on him being dead in his 2010 iteration. Orith in this version is a grouchy mechanic/space engineer with a prosthetic eye. oh yeah that’s right him and ach’m were like. attacked by giant birds at some point in their childhoods? i think i had it that the giant birds were a natural predator of his fucking species????????? and thats why ach’m is missing an arm and an ear

moving on.

LOOK WOW I GAVE ACH’M MULTIPLE OUTFITS!! WOW!!!

big himbo energies. i knew what was up.

and that leads us to the latest ach’m that i’ve drawn which is these sketchy things from 2016

his cybernetic arm looks completely different now, he doesn’t have the robot ear anymore and his brother (wow an actual picture of his brother!) doesn’t even have a robot eye, and nippy now looks actually old and is like. completely blind now. i didn’t even realize my art style changed THAT much in the span of like, one and a half years until like.. JUST now. wow.

he definitely looks like more of a scumbag now, and i don’t think i ever made anymore drastic changes to his backstory. i’m probably going to take another crack at it though because uhhhhh i dont like a lot of the implications i made in his backstory lmfao.

anyway yeah that’s the story of ach’m!

#my ocs #ach'm #< look he has his own tag now. do apostrophes even work in tags?

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Everything about Beat today was a little too much. [TSoS 2019: Hexa-Code Kernel]

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Characters: Daisukenojo ‘Beat’ Bito & Neku Sakuraba

Wordcount: 2,677

Also on Ao3

hohoho I’ve finally written fanfic again. Gotta give some fanfic love to my fave Beat. feel free to read it there and leave a review if you enjoy it haha

or just here, under the cut.

03/07 10:00AM

- yo, Phones! you free today? lets hang out!

- Sorry, I can't today, I'm kind of busy.

- thats cool

03/09 10:20AM

- man, the weathers sick today! cmon Ill go teach you that move I was talking about

- Can't do today either, Beat. Family stuff.

- No probs man

03/10 09:00AM

- so Doi is doing a special lunch menu today wanna go?

- I've already got lunch plans, sorry

- issokay man

- How about later? We can hang in the park after I'm done with lunch?

- yeah! aight Ill see you later.

Of No Envy

Neku wasn't great at skateboarding but he didn't think that he was terrible. At the very least, after two years of being taught by Beat, he thought he would end up being decent. The unconcealed impish grins of a group of middle-school kids told him otherwise, though. Yeah, yeah laugh it up.

On the other hand, Beat was practising a few tricks that made the kids forget all about him. One of them even clapped. Yeah, Neku wasn't going to manage to do that. He couldn't even remember what it was called.

He resigned to heading towards their resting spot at the top of the skating bowl, leaning against one of the slim trees. Neku wiped the sweat off his neck using his wristband. He always exerted a lot of energy skating with Beat. With him, no matter how idle Neku might have wanted to be, Beat simply dragged him along. Not that he minded, of course.

"Phones, did you see that?" Beat skated up to him, hopping off his board and landing perfectly on the spot next to Neku, catching his board with one hand. For someone so brash, it was almost comical how smooth he was with his skateboard. "Been trying to land that nollie laser for a month!" So that's what it was called. "Gotta see if I can do it again!"

"I'm sure you will."

Beat settled down beside him, crossed leg. "Put 'em here!" He held up a fist, awaiting eagerly.

"Haha, good job." Neku returned the gesture, noting how Beat seemed pretty satisfied with himself today. "So, what? Was that what you wanted to show me all week?"

"Nah, didntcha hear me? That's the first time I've done it." He nudged Neku with his shoulder. "Had a feelin' I wouldn't get it 'till I had you around."

"Oh please, you would have got it eventually. Don't think I know anyone more stubborn than you."

"Thanks, Phones!"

Neku wanted to tell Beat that it wasn't usually meant to be a compliment…but he supposed that in this case, it was. He grabbed his water bottle, poking Beat in the cheek with it. "Want some?"

"Bwaaaah! Phones, that's cold!" Though he said that, Beat took the drink, gulping it down.

"Beat. What's wrong?"

This caused Beat to spit out about half his drink. "Huh? What d'ya mean? There ain't anythin' wrong?"

"Judging how you spit out enough water to keep all the trees in Miyashita Park hydrated, I'd argue otherwise."

His friend opened his mouth, then closed it again. A few times.

"Beat. What's wrong?" He repeated, a bit more sternly this time.

"…Yeah, yeah okay, you've got me." Beat sighed deeply and leaned back against the tree. "How'd you know?"

"You've been bugging me to meet up for the past two weeks," Neku said, drily. "Pretty sure I told you after the last ramen session that I was going to be busy, but there's been a message from you, what…every morning?"

It wasn't just that. Everything about Beat today was a little too much. Yes, Beat was always one to spend the whole day boarding but right now? In the middle of March? Neku had warmed up from the exercise but even after sitting here for a few minutes, the cool spring air was starting to seep into his skin. Beat hated the cold, too. Neku would know, Beat never failed to complain about it.

There was something about the look in his eyes, too. There, even as they were talking. Even as Beat was looking right at him.

"…Is it because Rhyme's leaving?"

Beat stiffened as the words left Neku's mouth.

I knew it.

Neku already knew that Rhyme was leaving, she and Beat had told all of them. She was off to a specialist high school overseas. When Rhyme said that she had a dream to chase, she really meant it. Of course, it would hit Beat hard. They all knew how much she meant to him.

"Hey, I'm going to miss her too, you know," he offered, quietly.

His friend stayed quiet. He lowered his eyes, then looked away.

"That's ain't it, Phones."

"It's…not?"

"Not all of it. It is and it ain't."

Well, that had Neku stumped.

"You're going to have to help me out, here a little Beat. You wanted to tell me what it was, didn't you?"

"…Ya know how you said I was 'buggin' you' for a while?" Beat finally said.

"Beat, you're not actually bothering me," Neku tried to clarify. "It's just a figure of speech –"

"I got that one," Beat interrupted. "At the start, I was jus' wantin' to hang out. I didn't want to ask Rhyme 'cause she's busy with gettin' ready to leave. But you've been busy too. An' Shiki." He paused. "…I even asked Priss." Neku raised an eyebrow, and Beat returned a look that said, 'I know'. "Anyway, everyone was doin' somethin'."

"Beat…"

"So I just kept askin' you. But you've got other friends now, right? You were havin' lunch with them today, right?"

"I guess I do," Neku said. "Beat, yeah sure I was having lunch today with other friends, but it's not like you're any less of a friend to me. Heck, I'm pretty sure you guys were the ones who were telling me to make more friends."

"Yeah, an' you did. I'm not sayin' you shouldn't have. It's a good thing. I know that," Beat said. "I know you worked pretty hard to make friends."

Hearing that made Neku felt slightly embarrassed.

Beat could probably tell. "You did. An' I'm glad you did. I know you didn't wanna have any friends…back when…back when we were in the Game." Beat whispered 'the game', something that they all tended to do. "The point is you changed. An' you kept changin' after the Game. All of you did."

He said the last sentence, with such a bitter sting that Neku was taken aback. "You don't like that we've changed?"

"I don't like that I haven't changed." There was a softer, "not one bit."

Neku hadn't seen Beat like this…not since the Game. It seemed that Beat needed a moment to compose himself.

He wasn't speaking, so all Neku could hear was the sound of those kids skateboarding, laughing with and at each other as they continued showing off tricks to each other. It was jarring, how downcast the atmosphere around Beat was in comparison. It was almost like Beat didn't belong in this picture.

Or maybe it's like that because that's how he feels.

"Rhyme's still chasing her dream," said Beat, speaking suddenly again. "An' she's leavin' because of it. I'm happy for her an' all that but we used to hang out all the time. But she's too busy now, so yeah I thought I'd leave her alone for a bit. But besides you guys, what do I have? Nothin' but this skateboard. The rest of you have tried to change, but I didn't. After the Game, I thought that was enough. Rhyme was back so that was enough. But I'm still a good for nothin' loser who doesn't matter and who has nothin' that matters to me."

Neku wanted to argue because it's not like Beat didn't have other friends. Except thinking back on it, he never mentioned having any. Not having friends was kind of Neku's thing. Perhaps he made such a big deal of it that Beat never wanted to because Neku couldn't recall Beat ever mentioning having other friends either.

Come to think of it…Hadn't Beat always gone a bit quieter whenever Shiki mentioned she was working on a new project? Whenever Neku said Hanekoma was going to help iron out a few things about his new track? Whenever Rhyme went on and on about her new school?

…When had Beat talked about himself?

He knew the answer: not much. Not since the game.

Not until now.

"You're not a loser, Beat."

"I knew you'd say that," was the immediate response. "Doesn't make it true."

He never thought he'd be the one left speechless with Beat. Neku didn't know what to say. He was never good at this. Maybe Shiki or Rhyme could have dealt with this better. Maybe even Josh – no, not Joshua, he would just say something that would make things worse.

Neku hated this, he hated seeing Beat like this.

He just…he just never assumed Beat would be anything but okay. They all had their nightmares about the Game but that was something they shared and talked about. There was nothing to indicate that there were things weren't going well after that.

And he couldn't outright say that Beat had definitely changed because he hadn't. Not in any way that he could tell.

…but so what?

"So what if you haven't changed? So, you haven't made any new friends? Or you don't have a dream? You don't need to have them, it doesn't make us any better than you."

"Phones?"

"Yeah, fine. You're still the same Beat who did everything to save your sister and who wasn't afraid to ask me for help," he continued, words falling out before he could catch them. "You're the same guy back then, who wanted to make friends with me of all people. Then, I'm sorry, but that's perfectly fine with me. Who says you need to change anyway? Screw that. If you want to find a dream or whatever crap, fine. We'll help you, but you don't need to change to do it. Another thing,you don't need a whole bunch of other people as friends because you matter to me."

Beat blinked at Neku.

"…Man, I didn't think you were goin' to get…angry with me."

"I'm not – "

Oh.

Uh, maybe he had been shouting.

Yep, those kids were giving him strange looks.

"The bottom line is," he tried to say with a bit more calm. "You're one of my best friends, and always will be whether you change or not. Or whether you have a dream or not. If you're really having a bad day or something you just need to tell me. And not with just some 'let's hang out' texts that you drop after one reply."

The person Neku was two years ago, before he met his friends, was a thorny person of no envy. Beat, however, had always had a heart of gold. Neku just wished that Beat could see that too.

"…I guess you're right," Beat said, though Neku was unsure if he was entirely convinced. "An' I think maybe I was feelin' a bit left out."

"Yeah…but seriously, if you just want to cry or whatever, I'll drop my plans."

Beat shook his head. "…That would be pretty mean to your other friends."

"I'm serious." Dead serious.

"An' why would I text you, to say 'I'm cryin', that's weird, dude."

"You're crying right now," Neku pointed out.

"Huh."

He guessed Beat, didn't realise, but there were definitely a bunch of tears just rolling down his eyes right now. Beat was always a crier; another thing that Neku was glad didn't change.

At this point, the kids were definitely staring.

"Alright, let's go Beat. The special might not still be on, but I bet you could do with some ramen right now."

Getting up, he gathered his skateboard and helmet, helping Beat to do the same. They got more stares as they left the skate park, but Neku ignored them.

"Phones?"

They only just made it out of the entrance, and Neku turned to see that Beat was wiping his face his hand. "Thanks for that, man."

"Yeah, no worries. Just…just don't keep these kinda things in, okay?" Neku tugged at his hair, a habit that hadn't changed for him after the Game. "I don't know if whatever crap I just said was good advice or not, but that's just what I think. If that's good enough for you, then you know, you can talk to me."

"Okay," he grinned, looking a lot better already, even though his eyes were still puffy. "Yeah, I haven't talked about that before so I guess I needed to let it all out."

Neku nodded. "And I'm here, whenever you need to."

"If you've got anythin' to get off your chest, you can tell me too," Beat declared.

He swung an arm around Neku's shoulder, to which Neku would usually tell him to do a bit less zealously but he would let it slide this time. "Aight, now let's get some of that ramen you were talkin' about."

"Heh, of course."

He was glad that even if Beat wasn't completely better, he had cheered up a little. The idea of ramen probably helped too.

"Thanks again, Neku."

"Anytime."

…Wait, did he just call me –

"Man, I'm starved now, Phones. I'll race ya there!"

Beat took off before Neku could say anything else. He stood there for a bit, wondering if his ears were working right.

"Hey, what're you doin'? This is a race! Pick it up, Phones!"

Shaking his head, he sighed, even as a smile came to his face.

"I'm there!"

A/N: Tadaa! Wow, I haven't posted anything since…June 2017? Not to say I haven't been writing, but most things I posted on Ao3 because the fandoms I wrote for were there…Ew, that makes me feel totally disloyal now. Okay nope, that's it, I'm giving my fics back to ffnet first, always. That said, happy start of TSoS 2019: Hexa-Code Kernel. If you didn't already know, the Twelve Shots of Summer, is exactly that – twelve one-shots all through summer!

And of course, I thought I'd get my gears going into the mood by starting off with one of my still most beloved and favourite things to write about: TWEWY!

I wanted to write something a bit more Beat-centric, though for writing Beat I usually need a bit more of a warm-up before writing in his voice so…this happened. The prompt was 'Open()' and as you probably can tell I used it in an 'opening up' sense. Not to be confused with 'open up your senses' ;D *bdm tsss*

My twewy writing is a bit rusty but I hope I did okay with my fave boy Beat. Always thought that things might not always go well for him, even after the Game so yep. And I would think Neku tried to make some friends from class after the TWEWY game, though of course the Hachiko Gang are still his best friends.

Anyway, I hope this gave you some good twewy feels. Thanks for reading!

- Dina 09/06/2019

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #twewy beat #daisukenojo bito #my post #my fanfic #my fanfiction #uhhhh #beatneku #nekubeat #kindof #I mean when I started writing this I intended it to be friendship #though at points I was like...hm man I could write this shippy too though #but i left it as friendship cause beat deserves some friendship fic #but also when rereading it I was like 'this could easily be a ship fic lol'#so it's whatever you want it to be lol I don't mind #read: depending on my mood I myself might think of it as shippy or not

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sixcastappreciation · 5 years

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sixcago gave me my gay rights

alternative title: review of the evening sixcago show on july third

this is like almost 4k and its mostly just rambling but i need to express how much i love sixcago

like at least half of this is just me being gay so i bolded some of the things that i found really interesting and isnt just me like, freaking out

so to start off: holy shit. the energy of the entire show was amazing, it was really funny and fun and the acting/dancing/singing was on point like i cant think of a single complaint on the part of any of them.

so to get into the actual show

ex wives

when the curtain came up and the smoke started pouring out i actually felt my soul leave my body it was such a good moment

less than thirty seconds in brittney mack made eye contact with me and i swear to god my heart stopped and i honestly had trouble focusing on the rest of the song

i am not exaggerating that is the whole truth and nothing but the truth

shes............. literally so good im still shaking as i write this like three hours later

the third repetition of the rhyme where they all sound kinda pissed off? they nailed that

adrianna was so cute when she said “you wont try that again”

andrea holy shit. thats really a wrap on that

abby got that like, kinda head in the clouds thing that i feel like is janes Brand during this part

when he saw my portrait he was like JaaAAaaa

i love brittney mack

courtney knew what she was doing with that prick line. get it girl

anna has the most angelic voice i swear to god

the six of them work really well together on stage???? like i know its all choreo and stuff but you could Feel the energy that they had together it was good

oh man the choreo for the end. im so gay

intro thingy:

adrianna with that riff!!!!! we stan

annas face after “herstory” was iconic. she knew what she had done wrong

you couldnt hear the intro for maggie bc people were cheering so loud

the way adrianna says maria made me gay

abby also knows what she had to say. she knows how cursed janes sense of humor is and she was really playing it up

protestent............ protestant

“we’ll tell you what you want what you really really want” this made me laugh so hard i dont rly remember the next like thirty seconds because i was dying

“the biggest.... the firmest......... the fullest..............” im. i cant

no way

“maria” AGAIN adrianna please. please i cant handle it

“OH muy bien aHHah” not to be Lesbian On Main but fuck this was so cute

her emotion during the monologue was SO funny

it was peak, it was so good

she really gets it. i dont totally know what it is but this aragon monologue gets it

when she said “really trying” she did like, a motion. i cant go into more detail but Fuck

so after “move me into a convent” everyone like, gathered around aragon and adrianna did a

well idk what youd call it but a like

her entire torso swung around in a huge circle right before “i dont think i’d look that good in a wimple”

and idk what it was but that part just made me Lose It

adrianna had this way of making it all a little funnier?

like catherine is usually pretty Serious, i think but it felt like adrianna knew she was playing a character who was Like That, if you will, and was kinda leaning into breaking the fourth wall a little

i can probably elaborate if that doesnt make sense

you say its a pity cos quoting leviticus ill end up kiddiless all my life

she said that with such conviction goddamn

oh, he doesnt remember

this was so good

the “sh-”s were really funny

the fucking. i dont know what it is but the *ting*

holy shit

i cant put into words

how much i loved that part

the pause after “i’ll go” was............ expansive

i just checked it was 10 whole seconds

that doesnt sound long but it felt like forever

she went high on “end of my life” and thank u for mine adrianna hicks

the amount of no’s was impressive and im heart eyes for it

adrianna just had really good stage presence

like i caught myself looking at her during the dance breaks of all the songs when i wasnt looking at brittney

it was just so fun to watch her go!

dluh

during the intro of like “yeah, you know, the really important one” andrea was doing some Dumb Shit in the background

like i dont know exactly what it was but she was just like

idk like noodling around in the back

and i caught her eye and she like, smiled a little

the gasps the rest of them did were....... cute

then andrea busted out a full on fucking witches cackle

then she stuck her tongue out and looked like she was taking a selfie and it was so cute

like, her tongue was OUT

“not my thing” had the BIGGEST uwu energy of anything ive ever heard

i thought people were kidding when they said andrea boleyn had uwu energy

they were not

pret a manger barely came across as a real line it was more like, an experience

the sorry not sorry choreo. its so funny and cute and simultaneously cursed

the way andrea delivered her lines here was just

it was like, cutesy and fun but also kind of cursed

uwu

when she said “are you blind” andrea like, gestured to herself, in a like “look how hot i am” kinda way

which might be the standard? either way it made me laugh a lot

don’t be bitter/cos im fitter was the only line in the entire production said with a british accent and it fucking slayed me on sight one hit ko

i actually like that they changed “mate, what was i meant to do” to “wait, what was i meant to do” because

it implies that anne had no other train of thought than the one she was on and thats very funny to me

i think it fits w andreas portrayal too

everyone was like, fake crying when anne fake walked down the aisle and it was really funny imo

and as soon as she got to the end anne like, turned, yk?

bro just shut up

the entire audience gasped after that

andrea had actual like, panic on her face

then she led into “i guess he just really liked my head”

and there was a beat after that, where everyone laughed

it was long enough that everyone got the joke

then she mimed the blow job

her riff on “hell”? iconic

“wait, didnt you actually die” no jane she was beheaded but she was fine

abby seymour said dumbass rights she has the Dumbest Bitch energy god

“catherine of aragon had tragically died” catch adrianna looking like, yeah it was so sad for me, how terrible, right?

then boleyn goes off

the. fury, passion, anger, zest, contained in andreas “MASSIVE-”

“over my dead body” andrea gave her this look like, youre damn right it will be

heart of stone

oof

okay so the monologue

oof

“i was lucky. okay, i was really lucky” o o f

“edwina” is still cursed tho

i dont know what it was about this. i dont know if it was abby, or the dialogue, or just it being live but

this made it clear that jane had been Through It

like, this monologue came across (to me at least) as unquestionably a “woman who was abused trying to justify it to herself” kind of situation

“and that’s not because i was scared,” she said, wearing an absolutely terrified expression

this is where she started tearing up i think

okay i gotta take a moment here because

abby was fully crying before the song even started

like somewhere about halfway through her monologue she started tearing up

i was looking for it specifically

i wrote this before the last part so see above

so by the first fucking like of hos you could hear her voice breaking

holy shit ms meuller what the fuck

im not kidding who gave her the right

at the stagedoor she said that after this she was like, “well thats it for my makeup” when someone complimented her song

she is crying. the first chorus and she is actively crying. in the breaks between her lyrics you can hear her crying

abby went high on a couple of notes in here

she riffed on “truthfully” and it was, wow

she didnt go for the whistle tones which was, honestly? the most relatable thing in this entire show

but a couple of the other notes she went high on and they were so killer

there was a second or two of pause after the end where everyone just, absorbed things before the applause

i have some questions for abby about this actually because i dont know if its just because the monologue was different than im used to but

i just want to know if abby meant to have everything come off like That but god

the mental gymnastics jane is doing here are so intense

this performance genuinely changed how i listen to hos forever

i dont think i can ever peacefully listen to this song again

this song gave me so many layered emotions thank u abby mueller

haus of holbein

hans................................. *holbein*

the chaos

i honestly barely remember most of it it was

i had no idea who to be looking at

but i remember it being beautiful

i dont have the words to express how

fucking funny it was

the accents were hilarious

like they werent great german accents, but that made it far better

they were leaning into the ridiculousness of it all

the way abby said “but we cannot guarantee that you’ll still walk at forty” had me on the ground

ive spent the last 24 hrs trying to figure out exactly why it was so funny and i think i got it

she dropped the german accent

and she straight up sounded like she was reading off the side effects of a pharmaceutical ad on tv

the freeze frame? legendary

anna and courtney (im pretty sure?) managed to look so genuinely offended that henry swiped left on them

your highness your highness your highness

god adrianna please

actually every h sound that came out of their mouths

but adrianna Got It

get down

oh god i gotta talk about “didnt live up to his expectations”

brittney like, half took off her jacket and gestured to her body and like, body rolled a bit and honestly? i was fucking dead

the sarcasm really jumped out here. brittney went off in the best way possible

she was fully fake sobbing right before “tragic”

fucking legend

brING me some pheasant!

the woof line is always a good moment but their facial expressions really made it work here

this song has the most outwardly complex choreo (ofc i cant speak to its actual difficulty) and every single one of them crushed it

brittney made eye contact w me again on “looking cute” and im deceased

oh god after “take my fur” she whispered “thank you. honestly” and gestured to herself again and like, i was dying

iirc brittney was like, skipping across the stage or something on “i look more rad” and snapped into position for “lutheranism”

we gotta take a moment to appreciate the operatic talent of that one “get down you dirty rascal” instead of the slo mo

like, ofc the slo mo is a good moment but

brittney went full opera and it was,

wow

shes got a voice on her holy shit

so much talent in such a tiny body

aCHYEAH

she picked the person sitting next to me to dance w her and

they did their cute little dance thing and then brittney gestured like, go sit down, and the person did, then stood back up and started dancing again

not like, in a bad way i dont think

it was super fuckin funny and after the song brittney was like “oh that was cute you think youre funny”

but i heard them talking at the stagedoor and like, brittney was chill it wasnt like a violation of anything

im not explaining it very well but it was really funny in person

everything about her on stage was just, so enrapturing

i dont have too many specific notes about this song because it would probably turn into just, me being gay, which is enough of this already

anyway! get down was good brittney mack is a stellar cleves

her fake crying is next level tho

the confrontation

boleyn, unprompted: i lost my head!

the beheaded cousins high fived after “nice neck” and like, stuck out their necks a bit it was so funny

seymours “i died”

we all know abby is gonna kill her line delivery

but GOD

and then after, she like, realized what she had said and struck a pose like, shit please still think im regal

the line itself was actually pretty, uhhhh, sad

theres something about boleyn roasting khoward in andreas voice

courtney with that “and your songs” had perfect timing

also “when will justice be SERVED” had such good punch to it

after she did that she like

rubbed her hand on janes face

and abby looked SO offended

theres something so, sincere about courtneys delivery of her roasts that i hadnt been getting and its SO much funnier to me

i forget exactly where but at some point boleyn aragon and howard were arguing

and in the background it really looked like seymour and cleves were having a normal conversation and i lost it like. they were just chattin

there were a couple moments of like, cleves and seymour interacting and it was interesting

aywd

courtney! mack! took! no! prisoners!

jesus christ

okay so i dont know if other howards do this or if it was just because i was seeing it live and up close and that made the difference but

for me the most compelling part of this howard was the fear

like yes there was the sadness/anger/etc like there was good emotion but

from the “he says we have a connection” re: henry, and then on, everything about courtneys body language just screamed that she was afraid

idk i might expand on this in a separate post because its a darker topic but yeah. holy shit that was emotional

not a single person clapped after the last line. they all waited until after “yeah, and then i was beheaded” before clapping

like the theater was dead silent. DEAD silent

it was like, so haunting because it was just courtney on stage at that point, with just the white spotlight on her, it was a Moment

im not sure i have the heart right now to get too deep into this

if it would be particularly interesting to anyone feel free to ask, im happy to get more into it but idk its just Emotional

actually this is already so long ima go for it

so on each “we have a connection” it was uhhhh parr and aragon (i think) who each put a hand on like, her clavicle

and for the first two verses she grabbed one of the hands and was like, flirty? ig

but on the one about henry seymour also put a hand around her waist and she like

she freaked out

and listening back to the audio i can

unpopular opinion perhaps but the actual emotion of her on stage didnt come thru in the audio

because it was so physical

like you could see how scared she was

which made it more relateable to me honestly

like she looked so so scared

it was heartbreaking

the confrontation part ii

oh BOOH OO MISTERESSES

“okay catherine, babes” is CUTE fight me

anna looked like, progressively more concerned as that beat went on, and then she just kinda like, deflated? it was really funny tbh

idk her parr feels Different than the parr im used to

during “oh im catherine parr i draw the line in arbitrary places” courtney was playing with her hair it was hashtag cute

BACKING VOCALS RIP CATHY PARR

idnyl

a cute little b flat major 7

yeah anna parr seems

hmm

she seems like she’s just, over henry

like from the start she just has no time for him

idk im Conceptualizing

anna uzele is

her voice is next level

she put survived in the “got married to the king became the one who survived” in air quotes which i think is an interesting note

anna got really physically into the “remember that...” bit of it and everyone in the back was also having a good time with it it was Good

andrea. she stuck her pointer finger between two of her other fingers on her other hand for the “my sixth finger” line and it was SO funny

khoward keeping aragon in line was

not the hot take i was expecting but nevertheless the one we deserved

both for “dissolution of the monasteries” and “well actually”

idk it was a cute character moment

one of *unsure, disgusted, vaguely annoyed* siiiIIIiix

abby was right in front of me and she looked SO uncomf

yeah, i read

iconique

andrea like, threw her head back for this line

the pause after “theres not much we can do about it now” is

painfully long and so so so funny

i was only really looking at brittney but she was like, arms down head up no body language it was SO funny

also her “yeah?” ended my life

she raised the mic up to her mouth while not moving an inch of the rest of her body

the part where they get all meta. has me dead

it was about halfway through this second part that i realized cleves had her coat back. i dont know when that happened. if anyone else knows when exactly anna of cleves gets her coat back after it gets taken off in get down please tell me. i genuinely want to know

this actually distracted me

i got vibes that they genuinely hated henry during this part

first off, mood

secondly, good

annas riffing. god.

she is so talented

dsfjksdf they all straight up left

six

the opening moment is really sweet and kinda funny

abby again killing it with janes cursed lines

courtney howard is actually so cute

when shes not being heartbreakingly sad that is

like her “bye!” was so cute

theyre all so supportive of each other its very cute

megasix

adrianna and abby both looked into my camera and like, i died

at the end anna and brittney were doing some dumb shit as they walked off stage and it was SO cute

after the show

i went to the stagedoor and it was a really fun experience! ive never done that before

it seemed like everyone was being pretty respectful and stuff, thank u six fans for being sane

i got four signatures on my program dklfjsldfjds

abby was such a sweetheart, we actually talked a tiny bit

i told her i loved her line delivery (because uhhhhhh i do) and she said that she tries to get in that comedic timing when she has Those Lines and like yeah

she was seriously the nicest

the ladies in waiting came out as well and everyone cheered for them and lets be real they DESERVE it

lemme sidebar here actually and talk about the ladies in waiting because

they killed it

bessie on the bass was living her best life at literally all times

brittney was also super sweet! i told her she had good energy (because uhhhhhh she does) and she was very nice about it!!!

i didnt really talk to anna or andrea but i got their signatures!

also speaking of my program im still losing my mind over “remembered for: headlessness” and “remembered for: staying alive”

thank u sixcago program

in conclusion! this was such a great+special experience!!! all of the actors were incredible, it was so wonderful

im also not claiming any of this stuff was unique to this performance or to sixcago in general this was just the stuff i noticed as i was watching it. if you clown on this post ill end u

#six the musical #sixcago #**#i typed up no way dluh idnyl and the after show part in a daze as soon as i got back #i got more of it filled in later and then i kinda lost steam #and im filling in the last bit almost a day later so yeah thats why some of its Like That #i ran out of energy for six/megasix but im not sure when ill get the energy so #and also this is Long as Fuck #and i have even more thoughts re: the cast and their portrayals #esp vs the west end cast portrayals

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