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wqterlillypdfs · 2 years

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the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel.

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds.

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats.

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces.

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs.

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you.

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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a/n: i don't really know who to tag because it's literally been a year since i've uploaded anything at all, so i'm sorry if this tag inconvenienced you at all! please just let me know if you don't want to be on my taglist anymore :)

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lebrookestore · 3 months

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the limelight to kpop stan pipeline is so real

#the wdw members write more for kpop now?? insane #like everytime they post something about cowriting something for a kpop group im like #why don't we<33 #my babies man i was soooo crazy about them before kpop #special place in my heart fr #ok bye bye again

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plutoccult · 1 month

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HOW CAN I SNOOZE AND MISS THE MOMENT? YOU JUST TOO IMPORTANT

pairing: kei tsukishima x gender neutral reader

description: even after a long and frustrating day at work, you can’t help but fight to stay up with your favorite person on earth.

word count: 1.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: i wrote this because i hated my job at the time (i have since quit and found a job that pays me way more), and this idea spurred after a draining day at work. i debated on who to write it for, but ironically the #1 tsukishima anti (/j) @heavenfilm suggested i write it for tsukishima. i mean, since no. 1 party anthem was so successful, it makes sense for me to write for him once more. plus, the fandom is probably bumping again thanks to the new movie. i know this is short, but don’t most people want that? anyway, i hope you enjoy!

tags: @solefleurs @heavenfilm @mayariviolet @dragon-slayer5 @darthferbert @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld @localgaytrainwreck @rasisarchive

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the second you walked through the door and slammed it shut behind you, you wanted to fall to the floor and rot there. it was incredibly overdramatic, you were well aware of that, but you felt such theatrics were more than valid after the hellish day you had at work.

your job was easy for the most part. while you knew you wouldn’t spend the rest of your life working there, you at least wanted it to be somewhat tolerable. sometimes you dealt with annoying customers, treating you as if you were an idiot despite knowing the policies like the back of your hand. but today wasn’t one of those days where you put up with some snotty karen, funnily enough. the villain of your work day happened to be your manager.

when things are going their way, they’re the coolest person in the world. but whenever there was the most minuscule inconvenience, it turned into everyone’s problem, and you couldn’t stand it. it was like playing survival mode on the hardest level. many a time were you tempted to put your foot down and quit, but you were too afraid of being jobless for too long and leaving your boyfriend to pay all the bills. it didn’t help that applying for jobs was such a pain in the ass either.

after a long day at work, you scrunch your face in frustration then let out a long sigh, sliding your back against the door as you found comfort sitting on the carpet. too lazy to do anything else, even kick off your shoes, you sit there for a few moments with your eyes closed. it was the most relaxing moment you’ve had all day, but that title would soon be taken over once your boyfriend tsukishima emerged from your shared bedroom, having heard you come through the door just moments ago.

“y/n?” he pattered down the hall, finding you in your current position. “why are you on the floor?”

you open your eyes and see tsukishima’s face. it was hard to read him most times when you first met, but you had learned him inside and out, down to the way he let out a sigh once agreeing to something he didn’t really want to do. the sight of him just standing there, looking down at you with his head slightly tilted brought you utter joy. his face was the one thing you always looked forward to see after days like these.

“hi, my love.” you say. “it’s been a long day…”

“your manager again?” tsukishima asked. he knew you all too well.

“a pain as always.” you groan. it didn’t require any more detail than that for him to understand your struggle. days like these had been going on for a while, and it pained him to see you like this.

“well,” tsukishima offered his hand, you taking it immediately as he pulled you to your feet, bringing you close to him by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, all in such slick movements. “you should probably have some food then get to bed.”

you quickly shake your head in protest. you didn’t want to go to bed yet. you just got home. you wanted to spend time with him.

“go to bed? but i wanna stay up with you…” you pout.

while your puppy face was one of tsukishima’s weaknesses, he valued your wellbeing far too much than to be selfish and let you sacrifice time that could be spent resting.

“you need to rest.” he insisted.

“but—”

“you’ll fall over if you stand a second longer.” tsukishima interrupted you, gently running a hand through your hair, which almost lulled you to sleep on the spot despite your resistance. “i’ll bring you something to eat as long as you get to bed, okay?”

“okay…” you let out a sigh, looking down to the floor as you dragged your feet to your bedroom. you stop for a moment, your feet aching too much for you to bother taking another step.

“tsukki?” you turn around, tsukishima saying “hm?” as he anticipated your next words. “carry me?”

ah, of course. he couldn’t ever say no to that. “alright…”

tsukishima lifted you up with ease, a given considering he always stayed in tip-top shape throughout the years thanks to playing volleyball. as relaxing as it was to be in his arms, you fought like hell to stay awake, wanting to keep your eyes on that gorgeous face as long as humanly possible.

he placed you down on the bed, going as far as to take your shoes off your feet and set them aside. the constraint of your shoes were killing you all day, so you felt immediate relief upon their removal. you were thankful for tsukishima doing such things for you without you even having to ask. he truly understood you through and through, his love shown in his acts of service rather than words spoken.

“get comfy while i bring you a plate.” tsukishima placed a kiss on your cheek and ruffled your hair before leaving the room. you were tempted to get under those cozy blankets, but you knew it would only make you sleepy, and you couldn’t have that. you didn’t work all day just to fall asleep before you could spent more than just a moment with the one you love.

tsukishima found you yawning as you tried sitting up as straight as possible. he came in with a bowl of fettuccine alfredo, having made it earlier with you in mind, just freshly reheated for your enjoyment. but tsukishima couldn’t help but sigh at the display in front of him.

“didn’t i tell you to get comfy?” he rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to you. “here. i’m sure you’re starving after a long day.”

“i’d start gnawing on your arm soon enough.” you joke and take the bowl from his hands. “but thank you.”

“i’d rather you didn’t.” tsukishima cringed at the thought. funnily enough, he thought that such a thing would affect his performance at games. he wasn’t the same as he was as a teenager, that’s for sure.

you’re too busy to even respond, inhaling your food like it was going out of style. sometimes you’re just too caught up at work to even think about taking a snack break. even if you did relax for once, someone was always bound to ask for your help because they either didn’t 1. have a clue on what to do or 2. feel like doing their job. you were truly stuck to a ball and chain because of these people.

once you finished the last bite, you didn’t have to say a thing as tsukishima took the bowl out of your hands, already thinking to wash the dishes for you later so you didn’t have to lift a finger. he placed the bowl down on the nightstand for a moment, grabbing the edge of your shared comforter, which you immediately took notice to.

“woah, woah, woah!” you exclaim and grab tsukishima’s wrist. “i’m not lying down!”

“you think just grabbing my wrist can stop me?” he snickered, harshly tugging the blanket like a magician pulling a tablecloth off the table while leaving the dishes unscathed. you plop over face first onto the bed as you try to scramble for the blanket, but fail miserably. tsukishima couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

you roll onto your back and pout over his laughter. “what’s so funny?”

“i just don’t understand why you want to stay awake so bad. you’re clearly exhausted.” tsukishima said as he gently stroked your hair, almost trying to lull you to sleep. had he scratched a certain part of your head, you would’ve been a goner and he knew it.

“because i…” you sit up, continuing to resist your inevitable slumber. “i wanna spend more time just with you. you’re too important to me.”

“you’re important to me too.” he replied. “and if you weren’t, i wouldn’t care about your health.”

you can’t help but smile at his words. curse him for caring so much, you almost want to say, but how could you? it’s not like you’d rather he didn’t give a damn at all, you would never. but still, you can’t resist wanting to lay your eyes on him as long as you humanly could.

“ass.” you say, a giggle escaping your mouth with ease.

“butt.” tsukishima grinned, leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. his kiss felt like a spell to you, and you’d be pulled in each and every time.

as you lay down now, the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table, you find yourself starting to succumb to the sleep you fought so hard to resist. tsukishima took notice, pulling the blanket over your body and reaching his hands to scratch your head. you fell asleep within seconds, just as he predicted.

tsukishima couldn’t be mad seeing you in this state. sure, he missed you like hell all day, but watching you now, looking so peaceful, tsukishima knew this was one of his favorite sights in the world. if he could sit here and just stare at you like this all day, he would do it instantly.

“i love you, y/n.” he said, gently caressing your cheek, hoping he wouldn’t wake you up. “i know i should say it out loud more often, but i hope you know that i do. there aren’t enough words to describe the feeling, but i love you.“

even if you didn’t hear tsukishima, you could still feel his love just from him sitting beside you. you feel it when you look at his face down to when you yap your mouth off while he just listens. you would never feel this with anyone else, and you would forever try to savor it.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #pluto writes 📝

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heedmywarnings · 1 year

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Give Up, Cold Spirit

(Or not)

Part One! Part Two! Part Three! Part Four!

Part Five!

♡!!♡

How long has it been since you've been trapped in this cellar? Mondstadt: The City of Freedom, how fucking ironic.

Nahida spoke to you a few times, but what difference does that make? Reassurance is one thing, but not putting your powers as an Archon to use? That's another thing. Are you being ungrateful? Perhaps, they say that people who hasn't had human interaction start to fuck I don't remember uhm.

Okay stop thinking about political, government-al?? Godly shit, they're gonna slice and dice your head off and that doesn't sound very ideal, no? So better make a planner!

Step 1: Stop Bitching

The first step in escaping a chaotic cult is to stop whining and moaning like a putangina. Stop Sulking you need wake up and gtfo.

OK so the first step was harder than you thought.. anyways, after managing to calm yourself you looked around to analyse your surrounding, the bars were rusted and there seems to be loose bricks in the wall. Beside you are two items which could be of great use to you.

A. A sharp piece of wood

B. Cold miso soup (that a guard dropped off earlier)

Taglist!

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Tell me if you wanna get tagged on the sixth seventh part! Also these choices don't happen often if, but I do write your names on my notebook, I might miss some of you though>-<

Excuse my handwriting- if you recognize my handwriting, no you don't.

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau x reader

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Hi so I enjoyed Ur brotherly love series and decided to request a side chaoter.

Can u please write something for y/n and Dick since I don't think we had much of their pov or like interactions during the series just something fun and light w them bantering and one of them says these to the other

9. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut up."

14. "Do I look good?" "No." "Very funny."

Thank u love! 💖

Brotherly Love

Short story

Prompts: 9 and 14

Warnings: Reader playfully tells Dick to die,

Heheheh

I ♡ Dick Grayson.

Series Masterlist

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"Good morning, Y/N!" Dick greeted as you walked into the kitchen.

"Mmm, Die..." You mumbled, looking through the pantry. Nobody was home, Bruce was at work, Damian was off doing his own thing, Alfred was running errands, and your other two brothers didn't live at the Manor anymore. Dick was the only person there, other than yourself.

"Somebody's cranky." Dick teased.

"Somebody needs to shut up." You spat back, picking out a box of cereal, then moved over to the fridge for some milk. Dick let out a chuckle as he reached into cupboards for a bowl, then moved over to a drawer to retrieve a spoon.

"Mmm" was all you mustered up when he handed you the dish and utensil. You quickly prepared your breakfast then put up the ingredients. You picked up the bowl and walked over to the breakfast bar, sitting down on one of the tall chairs.

You looked over at Dick, who was wearing black slacks and a blue button up. "Why are you so dressed up?" You asked, mouth full of cereal.

"Goin' on a date." He smiled, subconsciously smoothing out his shirt. "Do I look good?"

"No." You told him with a dead voice, hiding the smile on your face as you took in another scoop of cereal.

"Very funny." He deadpanned, voice dripping in sarcasm.

As you continued to munch on your breakfast, Dick walked over and leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your head before walking off, leaving you to snicker at your comment.

~☆~

Yuhhh..this was beautiful, thank you Venomsvl...

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chilling-seavey · 3 months

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Daniel Seavey Masterlist

♡ Welcome to my Daniel masterlist...the heart and soul of my blog...where you can travel from modern day Connecticut to WW1 England to 1950s LA and everything in between!! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!

Daniel's Face Claims ♡ Crossover Mini Series

Series

Anything But Mine - Friends to Lovers AU ↳ Florence DiCaprio finds herself navigating life as a nineteen-year-old mother; trying to find the right balance of friendships, young adulthood, and definitely relationships. Her best friend, Daniel, seems to be learning along with her. They discover the importance of sacrifice in the process.

Passchendaele - WW1 AU ↳ It’s 1915 and The Great War is still ongoing. Men from all over Europe flooded to enlist in a rush of patriotism and dedication to their countries, nineteen-year-old Daniel among them. He’s thrilled to fight for Britain, as most men were, but once in the battlefields of Belgium, he realizes that war is truly not as glorious as he once imagined it was.

Amoureux - Royal AU ↳ Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.

Heartbreak Hotel - Soulmates AU ↳ It’s 1958 and summer has just begun, sending the teenagers of Los Angeles into warm weather freedoms and part time jobs. Eighteen-year-old Daniel finds himself spending his days trying to find his soulmate and he refuses to give up until he has her.

Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit - Murder Mystery AU ↳ ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence; He is innocent…isn’t he?

Seasons Change - Small Town AU ↳ Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his eight-year-old son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.

Life and Death Brigade - WDW x OBX Crossover ↳ Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.

#daniel seavey #why dont we #why dont we masterlist #wdw masterlist #why dont we fic #daniel seavey fic #daniel seavey imagine #why dont we imagines

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annislittleshopofhorrors · 1 year

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Here’s a little perspective on real RS, real RS with PR and PR RS.

REAL RS (and them being private) If they were in a real relationship and were being private, we would have not got all the manipulation and games we’ve been having for the past year and a half. They would have probably not even followed each other on IG. Chris would have not followed Justin to lead fans to see his trolling. Justin would have not been allowed to post anything connecting to him. They wouldn’t have drum up the announcement with fake Broadway’s night out, a comment on IG, a papwalk and an article in People mag. They would have one day showed up together at a premiere or event and announced maybe they’re engage or even married. We would have not gotten video and pics dump like they did. They could also be private (not secretive) by just playing it like any normal couple play it on social media: pictures of them together and likes here and there and partially show their RS in real time. Not dumps with pics of the last year to prove a timeline, followed by numerous articles.

REAL RS with PR If they were in a real RS with PR, they would have used PR. They’re not. Using PR would have meant him promoting her show, her promoting his movie. They would have attended multiple events to show themselves, being private or not. He wouldn’t be ashamed to walk the red carpet of a movie premiere with her. He would not hide her. If you’re in a safe and secure relationship, you don’t hide. We would have got a lot more “organic sightings” (arranged or not). Everything we’re getting is highly manufactured and curated. He didn’t allow any questions about his RS in the Ghosted promo tour. He never mentioned her anywhere (not even writing her name on his famous dumps).

PR RS Anyone ever wondered how they met? We were in the middle of the pandemic. She wasn’t allowed to come to the US. There were no social events, or premieres to attend where they could have been introduced. They didn’t meet on set. The genesis of it all is some sort of arrangement between either a studio (or streaming service, a lot of people think Netflix has to do with it), agents, publicists, producers. We don’t know. And we’ll never know what he’s getting out of this cause it’s not gonna be revealed publicly. We can only assume. One thing for sure is, he’s clearly afraid of the optic of this RS (because of the age difference, the fact she looks even younger, her raunchy filmography, her racists things and friends). Was all this fully vetted before he got into this? Who knows? But now he’s showing he’s not comfortable with this. When you compare to Seb and Ale, he’s not going all in. Does it serve the “he’s private” narrative? Yes. But if he was really private, why the leaked WDW family pictures? Her friends showing they’re at his house? The constant inorganic, manufactured content? The announcement dropping the day her show premieres. This RS only revolves around likes and follows and occasional pictures on IG. You call that a RS? And I’m not even talking about all the things that were discussed on Tumblr to later be “proven” by them. They lurk and wants to shove this RS down the fandom throat.

As for is she trolling with her IG? My answer is: yes. She used to post a lot more and since this RS was revealed, she almost stopped. Like Nancy said, she’s easy to goad and they quickly realized she couldn’t be trusted. Now what we’re getting? Only things that relates to him or adjacent: follows of things he already does, likes and comments on some of his friends and family account, the use of a VPN to hide her location. Again, if they were in a safe and secure relationship, she wouldn’t have to prove it’s serious. She would post content of her spending time with her friends and family in PT, cause you don’t care what people say, and you can spend some times away from your BF from time to time. She would show she has a life of her own outside this RS. Now she hides her true self cause they have to sell a narrative that she’s spending all her time with him.

There are actually more examples. Like the VDay post, if you are a private couple why posting these things? if you are real and use PR why waiting so long to post it...

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My fav thing about all this is that after 2 years and 2 weddings, and 1024884 articles about dating and marriage, Chris finally admitted he’s married and STILL did not mention his wife by name nor did he compliment her in any way.

But all this means is there’s still no official sound bite. I get that many ppl will say he didn’t need to mention her name and yes it’s true everyone knew who he was speaking about…but do they?

Tabloids do not have him on quote at any point saying AB’s name. Even on the scare videos he miraculously never said her name once. He was on print saying he had a gf and still no name. He went on stage and actually admitted to being married and mentioned a lady being from PT but still no name.

There are thousands/millions of women in PT or from PT. One could easily say he married any one of them. (This is clearly sarcasm because everyone knows he’s referring to AB) but the tabloids to this day can still only assume he married AB because she is most recently connected to him and is from PT. Occam’s razor and so that’s what they’ll continue to write and circulate. They can absolutely do that and the GP and most fans will believe it and atp won’t question him or it. Unless you’re the small 1 percent who sees the inconsistencies that almost feel on purpose. 😉

But without wedding photos released to the public or a people exclusive with pics and a official statement, they can only use the same separate stock photos of them side by side or one of the 20 from his vday video which only has one pic of them actually kissing. Coincidentally, the only photo ppl have of them being together after the wedding is a blurry back of the head photo of them with no money shot. The Central Park debut pap pics have them in masks and then one video of her with no mask looking pissed while he’s covered head to toe with mask. WDW she’s in a crop top showing her tattoo while he’s covered head to toe in hat and mask. LOL. The only photos of him and her together were in 24 hour IG stories that disappeared so they can’t be traced back to a direct live and existing link.

Friends and family follow but nobody publicly posts a pic of her with him or vice versa. Both sides. Both sides don’t even publicly show up in the same pics together. Justin the trolling king of clout still can’t post actual photos with both groups in Bermuda so he posts 97474 ones of his sisters wedding instead.

So after all this, it’s still a strategy for plausible deniability which is so hilarious because you’d think he’d actually have the moment to get on stage and talk about her and how amazing she is but he used 5 out of 30 seconds to say his wife from PT and used the other 25 seconds to mention the two weddings and reflecting on being married - before going on a 10 min love sesh about his dog. Even when he mentioned his ex gf Jenny slate he had a paragraph of compliments for her. They did a whole podcast together before they started dating. They have cute candids of them together caught by fans and friends/family posted them together in private photos. There were old interviews where he mentioned he loved hanging out with his gf (Jessica biel) because she was an awesome person. They were publicly cute and attended red carpets and even did movies together.

But his wife who he has had as a gf for awhile is big on judging ppl’s energies when she meets them and is from PT.

TMZ got some homework to do or they simply don’t care because in a court of law, none of this evidence can be used to prove they are married. It’s all speculation still because Occam’s razor and likes and follows on IG are not equate to “hard proof.” An anonymous source saying their names together are married but no official confirmation still isn’t 100% proof. It’s just heavy and intentional speculation designed to make you just accept and believe that it’s true and not question but the fine print is there.

I think they intend to keep it this way until they have fulfilled their purpose.

(By no means am I saying they didn’t have a wedding. It would just be stupid atp to do all that and not. But I’ve also known someone who had a lavish wedding but didn’t actually file the marriage paperwork. So despite being married to the public, they were never legally married. And when they got “divorced”, they just split and had no ties to each other. True story.)

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imdreamingofaplaceicallhome · 1 year

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Type: One shout about Corbyn Rating: Rated R for some Sexual content Trigger: attack, murder Word Count: 3500+ Enjoy!

It was finally the weekend of Coachella and it was her first time. She could wait to get to California and enjoy her weekend. Liberty and her best friend Meghan were off to the airport. They got there a few hours before their flight. Being from New York City they didn't know what to expect from California.

"You have our hotel's name?" Meghan asked. "Yes I do," Liberty said as she sat down. "Can't believe we are doing this," she smiled. "I know right, we have talked about it so much," Meghan said. "About damn time we do it," she said. "True" Liberty smiled to herself.

They finally got onto their flight and they were off to California. They landed 8 short hours later and went straight to their hotel. They took a short nap before getting ready for the night. Coachella wasn't until tomorrow so they had the night to explore the city.

"Are you looking to pick up someone?" Meghan asked. "Maybe," Liberty said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "You look damn good, any man would be silly not to look at you," Meghan said. "Thank you," Liberty said. "Let's see what we can get into tonight," she said. "Let's shake up this town," Meghan said as she linked arms with Liberty.

They left their hotel and walked around, finding a bar to go to. They finally got access to the bar and went inside, sitting down at the bar.

"Hey ladies, what can I get started for you?" the bartender asked. "I'll take a dirty martini," Liberty said. "And I'll take a cosmo," Meghan said. "It will be right up" the bartender nodded and went to start the drinks. "I'll pay for them," another guy said. "Oh thank you," Liberty said. "No problem, you two are new in town?" the guy asked. "Something like that," Meghan said. "New to California?" the guy asked. "Yes for sure, so much bigger than New York" Liberty nodded as the bartender handed her the drink. "New York? Fancy" the guy said. "I'm Liberty by the way," she said as she introduced herself. "I'm Corbyn" he smiled as he looked at her. "And I'm Meghan but I don't think I'm the one you're interested in so I'll disappear," Meghan said as she got up. "Meghan" Liberty said as she tried to stop her. "It's ok, really enjoy yourself," Meghan said. "I didn't mean to be rude," Corbyn said. "Don't worry she's very outspoken," Liberty nodded. "Ok so what brought you guys to California?" he asked. "Coachella," she said. "Oh yea I got tickets for that this weekend," he said. "Maybe we could hang out" she looked at him. "That would be interesting" he smiled. "Yea it would be" she nodded.

They mainly talked for the rest of the night. Around 3 am Liberty decided to go find Meghan so they could go back to their hotel. She found Meghan and they left, heading back to their hotel. They passed out the moment they lay in bed. In the morning they ordered room service as they started to get ready for the first day.

"Are you meeting Corbyn there?" Meghan asked. "If we run into it then yea but I'm not looking for him," Liberty said. "Ok" Meghan nodded as she continued to straighten her hair. "I want this weekend to be fun for us both, '' Liberty said as she finished up with her makeup. "It will be but if you meet someone, don't hold back because of me," Meghan said. "I won't," Liberty said. "Good," Meghan said.

Liberty finished her outfit as well as her makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror as she put on her angel wings. They left their hotel room and caught an uber to get to the venue. They got right in because they came early enough that there wasn't a line. There were still some artists already doing their sets.

"So food first?" Liberty asked. "Of course, the main reason for coming" Meghan jokes. "Come on," Liberty said as she linked arms with Meghan.

Liberty got herself some pizza and a drink as Meghan got her a few snacks. They found a place to lay their blanket down and listen to music as they ate. Corbyn snuck up on Liberty and placed his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who" he whispered in her ear. "Well I only know two people here so is it Corbyn?" she said, "Yes," he smiled as he sat next to her. "You came early," she said. "Love the food," he said as he also had pizza and a drink. "Exactly the food is why we come," Meghan said. "True," he said. "Here I am thinking it's about the music," Liberty said. "It's ok" he looked at her. "Music is good too," he said.

Liberty and Corbyn started talking again while they ate. Meghan slipped away to do her own thing. Once they finished eating they started going through different stages. Corbyn grabbed her hand and twirled her to the music. They came back together and she placed her arms around his neck. He placed his hands against her hips as they moved to the music. He dipped her in his arms, pulling her back up. She looked at him before leaning in and kissing him softly. He smiled against her lips before kissing her back. She gripped his shirt to keep him close as she kept the kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue as she allowed him to. She gently tugged at his bottom lip before pulling away. She rested her forehead against his as they continued to move to the music. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to another stage.

"I could get used to California," she said. "And I could get used to this," he said before pulling her close and kissing her again. "I can too" she smiled against his lips.

They started having drinks and enjoying their time together. They sat on a blanket taking a break from dancing to watch the sun setting. She could honestly get used to California but New York would always be her home. She leaned back in his arms as they watched the sun. She played with his hands as he held her close to his chest.

'Is it always like this?" she asked. "What the sunset?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "For the most part," he kissed her cheek. "It's so beautiful and magical," she said. "Yea it is when you are with someone you want to share it with," he said. "Yea," she said as she looked at him. "Do you feel it too?" he asked. "What?" she responded. "Like we were meant to meet this weekend," he said. "Yes I do," she nodded. "Like ours, souls are perfect," she said. "Yea," he said as he held her. "Come on, there is this one artist I want to see," she said as she got up, reaching for his hand. "Sure" he smiled as he grabbed her hand.

They went over to the stage, it was an unknown artist but Liberty loved them. It was a slower set, swinging music really but with the sun setting, it was the perfect scene. He stood behind her placing his arms around her hips. Resting his head against her shoulder as they moved to the music. They stayed a few more hours before he took her back to his beach house. She sat up on the counter as he grabbed some water bottles. He moved between her legs, resting his hands on her thighs. She opened the bottle and took a few sips before handing it to him. He also took a few sips before placing it on the counter. He leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling on her bottom lip. She placed her hand on his cheeks as she kissed him back. The kiss started innocently but then started to heat up. He moved his lips from hers to her neck. Gently sucking on her neck, biting slightly to leave a mark. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she leaned her head back. She allowed the moans to escape from her lips as she moved down to her collarbone. She wrapped her legs around him as he picked her up. He took her upstairs to his room, laying her on the bed. He moved over top of her, slipping his hands up her sides. He pushed up her shirt, quickly removing it and tossing it onto the floor. She also grabbed his shirt and removed it. She ran her down his chest as he leaned in kissing her softly. Instead of stopping at second base that night, he hit a home run and she loved every second of it. She woke up in the morning laying against his chest.

"Shit what time is it?" she asked as she sat up, looking for her phone. "Uh?" he said as he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" she asked. "Nearly 7 am," he said as he laid back down. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Where is Meghan? I just abandoned her yesterday" she sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. "She walked away from us," he said. "She's my best friend and this weekend was supposed to be for us," she said. "And it is for you two," he said as he rubbed her back. "I'm sure she's fine and doesn't mind," he said. "Well she did say don't let her stop me from meeting someone," she said as she turned to look at him. "See, it's ok," he said as he pulled her back down. "I guess so," she said as she laid her head down on his chest. Tracing patterns on his stomach as they both started to drift off.

They slept for a few more hours before Liberty's phone started to ring. She woke up and answered and it was Meghan calling to check-in. Liberty got dressed and left the beach house, making her way back to the hotel.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she walked in the door, but soon realized Meghan wasn't alone. "oh," she said. "It's ok really," Meghan said. "Ok," Liberty said as she made her way into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower then we can get ready for today," she said. "Sounds good," Meghan said.

She took a quick shower but within that time the guy left. Meghan and Liberty started getting ready for day two of Coachella. Of course, Liberty filled Meghan in on everything. Having some girl talk and catching up before leaving the hotel. They were there for a few hours before Corbyn caught up with them.

"Hey, you," Liberty said as he walked up to them. 'Hey," he said as he hugged her. "Sleep well?" she asked. "Yea until I woke up alone," he said as he kept his arm around her shoulders. "Well I had to go back to the hotel to get ready of course," she said as she held his hand. "True," he said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. "You two are cute," Meghan said. "Thanks," he said. "It's only for the weekend," Liberty said. "True," Meghan said.

Those words didn't sit right with Corbyn. He didn't think it was just a weekend thing, he wanted more. He wasn't sure that Liberty wanted that and what would happen when Coachella was over with. Did that mean they would be over with? He had so many questions but didn't know how to start that conversation. They enjoyed their day at the festival but he kept his distance as much as possible.

"Do you want a snow cone?" She asked. "We could share one," she said. "Yea sure," he said. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yea great" he nodded. "Ok," she said as she went to get a snowcone. "So do you want to sit down and take it easy?" she said as she returned. "Sure," he said as he found a spot for them to sit down. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing is wrong," he said as he looked out towards the sunset. "You've been quiet and I don't know," she said as she started to eat the snowcone. "Can I ask a question?" he asked. "Sure" she nodded as she looked at him. "Did you mean what you said early?" he asked. "What did I say? she asked. "That this is just a weekend thing," he said. "Well I am here only for the weekend so I don't know if it would work," she said. "What if we both want it to work?" he asked. "Then it would work but I didn't want to get serious," she said. "I'm having fun and we can see where it goes from there," she said. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm not trying to make this awkward or like you don't matter to me because you do" she grabbed his hand. "I just wanted to know," he said. "We are having fun, so let's not label it or put pressure on it," she said. "Yes you are right" he nodded as he took a bite from the snowcone. "Good" she smiled as she watched him.

They finished their snowcone and went back towards the music. They enjoyed the rest of the night and she ended up back at his beach house. He drifted off to sleep first and she was up with her thoughts. She started to wonder if this could work between them. Could she move to California or could he move to New York? Was this weekend going to turn into something serious? Would she even want a serious relationship right now? She could barely stay afloat in New York so how could she balance another thing? There were so many questions that now she couldn't answer. She knew she enjoyed their moments together and was having fun with him. She looked at him, brushing her hand through his hair. She got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She found tea so she made herself a cup of tea. She went outside to sit on the deck. It was right between night and when the sun would start rising. She took a few sips from the cup as she looked out towards the ocean.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he walked outside. "Love catching the sunrise as well," she said. "Not as pretty as a sunset but amazing in its way," he said as he sat down. "Yea it is" she nodded before taking a few more sips of tea. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yes, I just couldn't sleep" she looked at him. "Is there something bothering you?" he asked. "Not really, I don't think I'm going to Coachella today," she said. "Ok," he nodded. "We can just have a chill day here or I can show you around town," he said. "Can we just chill for today?" she asked. "It's been a busy weekend," she said. "Yes I understand," he said.

She nodded as she looked back out towards the sunrise. They both sat there in silence just enjoying the moment together. She called Meghan later that morning when she knew that Meghan would be awake. They both wanted to relax so Meghan was ok with her staying at Corbyn's. Corbyn and Liberty spent most of the day cuddled on the couch watching movies.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked. "What do you have?" she asked. "I have no clue honestly, I mainly get takeout," he said. "Such LA" She laughed. "Well I'm guilty of that as well," she said. "Uh huh joke about me but it makes you guilty as well," he said. "Truly what do you have?" she asked. "What do you want to order?" he asked. "Chinese," she said. "Do you guys have good Chinese here?" she asked. "Oh hush it New York" he rolled his eyes as he went into the kitchen. "You hush it LA" she followed him into the kitchen. "What are you going to do about it?" he asked. "This," she said as she grabbed his cheek and kissed him softly. "I like that," he smiled. "And then this," she said as she sprayed him with the sink hose. "OH are you serious," he said as he tried to grab it from him. "Oh totally" she laughed as he turned the water onto her. "HEY," she screamed.

They started fighting over the water hose, spraying water all over both of them. He finally reached over her and turned off the water. She grabbed him as her feet started sliding on the water. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her stable but then his feet started slipping. He tried to keep them both up but ended up falling, bringing her down with him. She landed on top of him and they both started to laugh.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "I should be asking you since you broke my fall" she smiled as she sat down. "I'm ok, I don't mind" he smiled as he sat up. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yea" he looked at her. "What?" she asked as she looked at him. "Nothing," he said. "We should clean this mess up," he said. "Yea probably," she said as she got up off the floor. "Totally," he said as he also got up off the floor.

They cleaned up the water making sure all of it was up. She realized all of her clothes were at the hotel. He went upstairs and grabbed her something of his so she wouldn't have to stay in wet clothes. She grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom to change. She came back into the kitchen to help finish up. By the time they finished the food had arrived. They sat on the couch eating their food and watching a movie. Once they finished eating he cleaned up the mess. Liberty decided to head back to the hotel to get changed. They agreed to meet at the park later that night.

"You are soaking wet," Meghan said. "Water fight," Liberty said as she smiled to herself. "Someone is happy," Meghan said. "It's been a fun weekend," she said. "I'm going to grab a hot shower," she said. "Go ahead," Meghan said.

Liberty grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her as she turned on the shower. While she was in the shower she heard someone else outside. She heard Meghan yelling and screaming, a lot of tossing things around. She got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she peeked out the door. She saw a guy fighting with Megah, she quickly closed the door and got dressed. Before she knew it the guy was in the bathroom with her. She tried to fight him off but she pushed her against the wall. Her head hit the wall knocking her out. When she finally came to, she placed her hand on her head. When she pulled it back there was blood. She stood up shakily, trying to get her footing as the room was spinning. She made her way out of the bathroom. She couldn't believe the scene she saw in front of her, there was blood everywhere. Meghan was laid out on the bed, with a pool of blood near her head.

"Meghan?" Liberty said as she made her way to the bed. "Wake up," she said as she shook Meghan. "Come on," she said.

She slowly started to realize that Meghan was dead. The tears started to build up in her eyes as she looked around the room. She couldn't piece together what happened or even why it happened. When she opened the hotel door there were police about to knock on the door. She collapsed in the arms of an officer. The next time she woke up was in the hospital, the lights were bright and her head was pounding.

"Tell me I'm dreaming," She said. "No, unfortunately not," the nurse said. "I'm sorry," the nurse said. "It's all a blur," Liberty said. "I bet you suffered a major head injury," the nurse said. "That's why my head is pounding," she said. "Pretty much," the nurse said. "I'll talk to the doctor and see if I can get you anything to help," the nurse said.

Meanwhile, Corbyn was texting her and trying to get through. He went to the hotel trying to figure out what was going on. That's when he was alerted to what happened and that Liberty was in the hospital. He rushed down to the hospital, rushing to the front desk. He found out her room number and ran down the hallway. By the time he arrived at her room, Liberty was gone. The nurse also came in and was shocked that Liberty was gone.

"She was just here," the nurse said. "She couldn't have gone far", Corbyn said as he looked around.

They searched the hospital but it was like she disappeared. There was a police search and the hospital went on lockdown. There was no trace of her, it was as if she never even existed.

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lalaluuz · 29 days

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Name: Emily

Age: 32

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: Central

Where are you from?: Chicago Suburbs of Illinois

Characters in the group:

Luz Noceda (this blog!)

Lucia Chauvet (@cerruleanmonarch)

A little about yourself:

Howdy y'all it's me Emily and welcome to my weird yet relatable downward-then-upward spiral!

Anyway I've been RPing since like 2012ish? And I've been in Isola since before it was Isola, as part of the initial migration. If you've been here a while, you may remember my stints as Marceline (Adventure Time), Brooke Page (Ever After High), Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill), or Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles). Some of those adventures lasted longer than others, but that's pretty much everyone I've had rolling around in here over the years. I'm a librarian! I'm working on finishing grad school so I can have my Masters in Library Science, and it has been a struggle--school does not agree with me at all, but I need this degree. Anyway, I love my chosen career and I love my library and I'm always happy to talk books or give readers advisory/recommend books for you!! When I'm not doing school, work, or RP, I have an eclectic mess of hobbies. I'm AuDHD (Autism + ADHD) and that has a huge affect on my entire life, of course, but I'm also late-diagnosed so I'm still learning about what the diagnoses mean for me. ANYWAY I like to play casual video games, rewatch the same YouTube videos over and over, write for OCs, play D&D, Cosplay, and color/attempt artistic endeavors. I'm a Disney fan, and I love Disney movies, and I have a big special interest in Disney Park Attraction History--I've actually made a whole bunch of programs at my library a la Defunctland about 3 of the 4 WDW parks, and I'm currently working on making one about the hotels of WDW. If given half a chance I may accidentally talk your ear off about the vast amount of random facts I know. Sorry in advance. I can be found on twitter (@/wickedlysecret)! I'm USUALLY locked, but at the time of posting I'm not. If you find me locked, don't be afraid to request to follow, I'm happy to be moots with other Isolans!

#isola munday #isola mun intro #dunks an icon of my d&d oc at the beginning of this. ps please ask me about asumyn i would love to talk about her #also fun fact the icon is from a commission i got from diz who's accepting commissions rn so go gogo gog o #real quick throws a cut in there i forgot to do that before lmao

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captainsteveamericarogers · 1 year

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Why are you so quiet? Everyone has gone insane and making up new facts every five minutes, you're usually the first one to lose your patience and lay it down. You're obviously on Chris' side yet you're letting people talk shit about him. You need to say something!!

I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. You talk as if I'm some matriarch of the fandom when in fact I'm just a mediocre fanfic writer who is exhausted with this whole debacle and it's barely been two weeks. Nobody listens to me!

Today I saw a magnificent example of both Chinese whispers and alternative facts in this fandom. The person who alleged that CE was at her work for medical imaging, who I suspect was also the author of the now-deleted Reddit post, only tweeted that she had found out he was at her work. I appreciate that many people deleted the screenshots of the tweet as it was a gross invasion of his privacy and a HIPAA violation that, if true, would have very serious consequences for both the tweeter and her employer, and that a lot of people didn't see it. But suddenly people were talking about an actual x-ray or MRI image that had been posted and deleted. There was never an image. That didn't stop a few people from saying they knew someone who had seen it, which adds credence to the rumour despite being a lie due to there never being an image.

A lie can run around the world before the truth has got its boots on - The Truth by Terry Pratchett

We are seeing this in action every single day since the People article. I've seen people make the most outlandish claims. Suddenly, everyone has a friend who knows his flight details or what he ate for dinner. It's utterly demented. It's beyond crazy.

Let's go through all of the utter horse shit I can recall from the past fortnight. Shall we have more bullet points?

It's all PR

They have a contract for two years (how could anyone possibly know this?)

Chris obviously cannot stand Alba anywhere near him

The girl in the park who was forced to delete her Twitter was in on it and planted there to record

Chris has been personally seeking out Tumblrinas to block on Twitter

Narrative PR wrote the deranged fan letters to make the fandom "look crazy" (lol) and garner sympathy for Chris

Literally anyone who sticks up for Chris or Alba is, in fact, Chris or Alba or their moms

Alba wore a halter to WDW to show off her tattoo and be recognised (Really? Who on earth is going to recognise her?)

She only flew into FL to record the video and then left immediately (y'all really don't like them spending time together, huh?)

They are reading every single post every single gossip blog writes and using the comments to make their fake PR relationship more convincing

There's more but this is so exhausting. If you take one thing from this post, let it be this. Take EVERYTHING with a pinch of salt, no matter who posts it and how sure they seem. Sometimes people are right and sometimes they are wrong. This fandom has a nasty habit of voicing their opinions as facts, then others take that and run with it, like today with the medical imaging business.

The fact is, nobody cares whether or not you believe it. But you are devoting hours of your life, every single day, dissecting everything and going around and around in circles and it is not healthy. It is not healthy at all. Take some time off or at least talk about something else.

Someone asked what I personally think is happening with Chris and Alba, so I'll leave you with my thoughts. It's serious. They are in love. I think they'll probably get married sooner rather than later. The laser focused comment was an FYI, telling the fandom that he's going to be taking his foot off the gas and concentrating on his private life for the foreseeable future. Take it with a pinch of salt. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#chris evans #alba baptista #anon ask #fandom ish #yes #we're still on it

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BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

description: a beautiful stranger shakes up your once boring and repetitive morning commute on the train.

word count: 3.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: hello! i’m no stranger to writing, but i’m definitely a stranger when it comes to writing for idols. this is the first time i’ve ever done so, and who better to write for than my ultimate bias hyunjin? stray kids is my favorite group, so i’d like to write more content for them in the future. thank you to my pookie wookie lills (YES, we unironically call each other pookie, it’s our thing) for beta reading, and i hope you enjoy <3

soundtrack: beautiful stranger, enchanted

tags: @solefleurs @heavenfilm @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @rylea08 @br3anna-nels0n @hyunjinloverrrr

taglist form here

you always found an array of characters during your morning commute on the paris metro. there’d always be locals, some on their way to work or home just like you. amongst the locals were tourists decked out in overpriced souvenirs specifically curated for suckers like them. at night, there were drunks who thankfully were smart enough not to drive. the reek of alcohol on them wasn’t that amusing, you must admit.

despite the variety of people you could see passing by on your commutes, it grew boring. always the same thing every single day. not even the music playing in your headphones or the book you brought with you that day could make time go faster. it’s not like it would be any better once you got off the train either. your life was incredibly dull and repetitive. if only something could serve as a change of pace.

to think that your life had become boring in a place like paris of all places. it’s the city of love, is it not? even if you were created out of love and born in a city all about that concept, you had none of it. maybe that’s why you felt this way. no matter how many times you pass the same streets or enter the same train station, you had yet to find the one thing everyone seemed to look for so easily here.

you had basically given up at this point, committed to living an empty life where all you did was work, eat, sleep, then repeat. it’s what most people do in other countries anyway, might as well join the party. the second you had fully lost all hope, however, was when you saw the most beautiful stranger on the train. you almost wanted to slap yourself for being so pessimistic before.

you walked onto the train with the expectation of just sitting around until you got to your stop. as you walked to your usual seat, that’s where you found your beautiful stranger, sitting in the seat right across from the one you sat in every single day without fail.

you knew you had never seen him before. you take this train almost every damn day, so who was he? had he just moved here? was he a tourist? where’s the “i love paris” shirt and the eiffel tower keychain made of shitty plastic? instead, he was dressed like someone meant to be on billboards and magazines. surely had the face to fit the bill too. he was undoubtedly breathtaking, and he ultimately captivated you upon first sight.

it was pathetic how you hesitated to sit down. he didn’t seem to waver, looking down at his phone. from the reflection of his sunglasses—yes, you were that curious—he seemed to be swiping through photos. you assumed they were ones he had taken around the city. paris was definitely filled with photo opportunities, so you couldn’t blame him for that one. it’ll look good on anyone’s instagram feed.

you try your best to make yourself look occupied. shuffling through your bag to find a book, the rummaging sounds catch the attention of your beautiful stranger. your eyes meet for a brief moment when you turn your body to lean back in your seat with a book in hand. despite how quick the moment was, you swore your heart dropped the second you caught his gaze.

oh god, was this the excitement you had been waiting for? you couldn’t mistake it as anything else. leave it up to you to fall for a stranger upon first sight, but who cares? finally, finally, your life had begun to be painted in color. even if it was just for a moment, you’d savor this one train ride that actually seemed worthwhile for once in your life.

you steal glances at him every so often, praying he wouldn’t catch you and make you feel embarrassed for staring. you just couldn’t help yourself, he was like a walking renaissance painting. actually, you don’t even think da vinci would be capable of capturing the essence of someone who looked like a real-life prince.

the moment you knew you had reached your stop, you wished you could glue yourself to your seat so you had no choice but to stay on the train with your beautiful stranger a little longer. as much as you wanted to, you simply couldn’t, having no choice but to say goodbye without actually saying a word at all.

it was silly to think a stranger on the train could change your life in an instant. still, you were grateful for the temporary change of pace. if only you could thank him somehow, but alas, you knew you had no chance of seeing him again.

•••

the next day, you found your beautiful stranger again, this time sketching down something in a sketchbook. you caught him looking at everyone who walked onto the train, and when it was finally your turn to step on, he actually smiled once he laid eyes on you. it all felt like you were dreaming. if this was cloud nine, then you had finally reached it.

when you walked over to your seat across from his, you noticed he clutched the sketchbook close to his chest, almost like he didn’t want you to see what he was drawing. you were too shy to speak up and spark a conversation with him anyway, so it wasn’t like you would pry. still, you were curious to know what was on the page.

it pained you knowing you lacked any courage. you found you were better off acting like you were interested in your book, on a random page as you were too in your head to actually start from where you left off and completely ignored the folded page that indicated that. what would happen if you said hello? would he say hi back? ask if you’d like to see what he’s drawing or ask about what you’re reading? the possibilities seemed to be endless, but the possibilities seemed safer as thoughts in your head rather than facing reality if you were to take a chance.

you can’t help but watch intently as his face scrunched from focusing on his sketch, his only tool a wooden pencil. did he plan to color it later? you can imagine trying to avoid rattling colored pencils leaving his possession due to the bumpiness of the train. he was quite brave for trying to draw in a place like this, you thought.

unnoticed by you, your beautiful stranger’s cheeks flushed and ears burned red as he could feel you watching him draw. the subject of his drawing still remained a mystery to you, however. tempting to spark up a conversation, yet so debilitatingly scary at the same time.

it seemed rude to stare for so long, so you put a stop to it immediately and busied yourself with your phone, catching up with texts you had missed since getting up for work. your phone was always blown up with texts from your friends, today being no different. if you didn’t silence your phone at night, you would never get any sleep.

they had been informed about your current saga, and the update would certainly excite them. it was hard to resist a smile as you texted them about the latest scoop, especially as the subject of said scoop was only a few meters away from you. maybe this should wait until later, otherwise they’d trying forcing you out of your comfort zone by talking to who was still a total stranger at the end of the day.

who knows though? for all you know, he could be a murderer. a stinking gorgeous one too. as if you need to be on the evening news. even so, those were just silly thoughts, all just an excuse to stop yourself from taking a chance at something for once in your life out of fear.

the second you reached your stop, you instantly regretted being so silent. would it have killed you to try? it felt like it would’ve, but you figured this morning was the last chance you’d have. if only you weren’t such a scaredy cat.

•••

after your shift, an unexpected reunion occurred on the evening commute. the train was quite crowded at this time of day, majority of the aboard trying to get home after a long day’s work, including you. the surplus of people made it quite difficult to find seating, but luckily for you, your beautiful stranger had a seat occupied by his bag, perfect for you to sit.

this was the extra chance you craved the second you got off the train earlier, cursing yourself throughout the day for not even attempting to just say hello. you were so thankful to see him again, it was almost like the universe blessed you for this very purpose. you were such a wuss this morning, but you refused to allow that reputation to continue now.

once you took a deep breath, you walked to where your beautiful stranger sat, trying to keep your balance as the train moved at rapid speed. in the midst of your struggle, the sound of your footsteps thumping on the ground caught his attention. he looked up in surprise, not expecting to see you, but thrilled nonetheless.

“hi.” you miraculously manage to speak out, your accent making an appearance during your pathetic english. it was agonizing how your heart raced a mile a minute just by uttering one word, so you tried your very best to calm yourself down. “is this seat taken?”

“no, no…” he replied to your question, picking up his bag and moving it to the floor by his feet so you could sit. “here.”

“thank you.” you say before taking the seat next to him.

god, your heart was thumping like the loudest drum ever created. to sit across from his was one thing, but right next to each other, shoulders brushing due to the lack of room? if only you could put a stop to this rapid percussion inside you. at least the sounds of the train rumbling against the tracks could serve as buffer for the unspoken tension between you and your beautiful stranger.

his sketchbook rested unopened on his lap. you recognized it as the one he had earlier, previously held close to his chest as if he were hiding secrets. what could someone as dashing as him be hiding in there, you wonder?

almost as if he were reading your mind, he suddenly opened up the sketchbook, flipping the pages—which revealed beautiful drawings in the split second you saw them—until he landed on a page of a finished sketch, one that you swore looked like you sitting on the train yesterday.

you look up and catch his eye. “is that me?”

“mhm.” he nodded with a soft grin.

his art style was something to be proud of, meant to be showcased in somewhere exquisite like the louvre. could this guy be any more perfect? drop dead gorgeous and talented? to see yourself captured in such a bewitching way was truly the greatest compliment one could ever receive.

the sound of the page ripping away from the binding of the sketchbook startled you. what was he doing? it was so perfect! why mess it all up? you couldn’t help but say something about it.

“what are you—”

“you can have it.” he interrupted you, holding the page in his hands, waiting for you to take it.

“oh…” your cheeks flush as your fingers accidentally grazed over his upon grabbing the sketch. “thank you.”

you almost felt bad holding this in your hands, afraid of ruining it just by the touch of your hand. how could he just let you have this without hesitation? even if this was a drawing of you, it felt like you didn’t deserve to have it.

you examine the drawing down to the details of the clouds behind you. you look for some sort of signature, assuming every artist had one in hopes to find a name. in the bottom corner, you see the name “hyunjin” written in cursive. you had finally put a name to your beautiful stranger.

“hyunjin?” you attempt to pronounce his name. your accent did you no favors, but you tried your best regardless. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until you pointed to where his signature was, then receiving a nod confirming that was his name.

“hwang hyunjin.” he said slowly. you repeat his name in full, speaking slower than him to make sure you were saying it correctly as you desperately didn’t want to screw it up. hyunjin, as you’ve now learned, gave you a nod of approval once you’ve won the battle with your accent.

“i’m y/n l/n.” you tell him. it would be awfully rude if he didn’t learn your name, after all. it seemed hyunjin didn’t seem to struggle at all when it came to pronouncing your name. his english was far better than yours, which wasn’t a shock as he seemed to be so insanely perfect in every aspect possible.

“are you an artist?” you ask, making an assumption based on the clues given to you the past two days. if he were anything else, you’d be surprised.

“i sing and dance.” hyunjin replied. you couldn’t believe his perfection could get any greater, but it just did. it would shock you if you learned your once beautiful stranger was a world famous one.

“well, your art is lovely.” you say.

“thank you.” he blushed shyly. to hyunjin, it felt so nice being treated like a normal person, appreciated for his art above all else. while there was no denying you found him to be the most breathtaking person you’d ever seen, there was more beneath the surface, and hyunjin was grateful to be seen for what he loves to do.

“is this your first time in paris?” you question, a chuckle escaping hyunjin’s lips over your pronunciation of your homeland. you were trying to get as much information out of him as possible before you were tortured with reaching your stop and leaving him once more. you had to take this chance while the universe let you have it.

“this is one of my favorite places to visit.” hyunjin said. truth be told, he always loved paris for its scenery and art, but yesterday he found one more reason to love it. is there any other place to love better than a city known all about that?

a visitor’s perspective was certainly different than the perspective of someone who’s lived here their whole life. there were so many reasons to love paris when you didn’t experience the greatest things about it everyday. to you, it was the same old thing. but to hyunjin, it was like a brand new experience each time in the rare event that he visited. but meeting each other allowed the both of you the ability to find something new to appreciate about this city.

“the eiffel tower gets old after a while.” you joke. hyunjin burst into a fit laughter, one more obnoxious than his calm chuckle from before. it infected you instantly, and you craved more of his laugh now that you’ve fully heard it.

hyunjin calmed himself down, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed and a grin on his face. he was truly the most beautiful person you had ever seen. “i hope i never get sick of this place.”

“i hope you never do.” you tell him, looking at his face as if he were a sculpture in a museum. “don’t wear it out.”

“i won’t.” he opened his eyes and responded to you, his smile not going away as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

you can’t help but stare at one another, almost like magnets pulling you together. was it normal to feel like this about someone you barely know? even so, it felt like you knew hyunjin before you ever met. such a thought would seem like insanity to someone else, but not to you, at least not in the moment.

your once unwavering stare was unfortunately interrupted by the sudden thrash of the train stopping. you look out the window and recognize it as your stop. if you were crazy enough, you’d stay on the train until they kicked you out, but you weren’t all that brave enough to try your luck. maybe you were better off savoring this moment for what it was; just a moment with a beautiful man who was once a stranger to you.

“ah, that’s my stop.” you say with a frown. hyunjin’s smile from before faded too. it was clear neither of you wanted this to end.

“oh, alright.” he replied. hyunjin watched as you quickly collected your things, not forgetting the drawing he gave you when you first sat next to him. you would cherish it as long as you could, and he could only hope that’s what you’ll do.

“maybe i’ll see you on the stage here someday, yeah?” you force a smile. you were actually sad to see this end, but if you keep a grin on your face, then maybe it’ll hurt a little less.

“yeah…” hyunjin nodded. “i hope you do.”

“bye, hyunjin.” you wave goodbye, hyunjin doing the same.

“thank you for making the train less boring for me.” you get those final words out before following the line of people exiting the train. hyunjin kept his eye on you for as long as he could, even staring out the window as you disappeared into the sea of people. if only he could have went with you.

“bye, y/n.” he said to himself, clutching the sketchbook that once held his masterpiece; a drawing of you, his beautiful stranger.

•••

on the third day, hyunjin was nowhere to be seen. you saw it coming, really. you knew last night was probably your final chance to ever see him again. still, a part of you hoped he’d magically appear on the train when you went to work the next morning.

the thrill you once had was no more. the spark lit aflame in your heart all gone. you weren’t sure if anyone would make you feel the same way hyunjin did. maybe meeting him was a lesson, something to teach you what the city of love was truly about, what you’ve failed at your entire life. at least now you were able to succeed, even if such a success was temporary.

you were thankful that your once black and white world finally had some saturation in it for once. if you were to meet hyunjin once again, no matter what the circumstance may be, the world would be in full bloom. you would look for him in everything you see, down to the bakeries you’ll eat at and sceneries you’d visit, for as long your thoughts echoed his name.

while your routine became repetitive once more, at least you had hyunjin’s image in your brain and his drawing in a picture frame on your shelf. if you were as talented as him, you’d try your hand at drawing him too, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to capture him like your eyes ever did. at least you have the memories.

hyunjin dreaded watching you leave, and he hated it even more when he left for the airport in the morning. he wondered if you thought about where he went, hoping you thought about him like he did now with you. you’d remain ingrained in his mind. whenever hyunjin thought about paris, a place he loved just as much as his hometown, he would think about you too.

he couldn’t explain this sadness inside him to anyone else. hyunjin couldn’t fathom anybody understanding the feeling of love at first sight like he did. a true romantic at heart, maybe you were the only one to be just as foolish as him when it came to romance. after all, you were instantly captivated by one another.

maybe, just maybe, hyunjin could write a song about this and sing it to the thousands of people he performed for like clockwork. but no matter what the days ahead held, hwang hyunjin, your beautiful stranger, was all that he would ever remain, and you would remain as his.

•••

(bonus)

@hynjinnnn: 파리에 있는 동안 기차에서 이 사람의 모습에 반해 그려보기로 결심했습니다. 나는 그들이 그것을 좋아했기를 바랍니다. 언젠가 다시 보고 싶습니다.

i was enthralled by this person on the train while in paris and decided to draw them. i hope they liked it. i'd love to see them again someday.

#stray kids #skz #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #pluto writes 📝

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