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breadedsinner · 7 months
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can i just say how Exhausting it is to try to find da blogs to follow when you're a fenris and seb stan who does not like anders. the entire fandom acts like they're being so noble and good by telling us we can like our Horrible Monstrous Blorbos as long as we respect that andycakes is the ultimate special baby boy who has won the suffering olympics for three decades in a row and i'm just here like. bitch your fave blew up a fucking church and approves of selling a man back into slavery. get a bloody grip
I want to stress that I don't hate Anders. As a character, I find him compelling. DA2 would not be the same story without him, he helps moves things along; I might even argue he and Isabela move the plot along the most.
I think he is interesting *because* he in on this downfall, because he is flawed; his goal becomes so encompassing that it creates tunnel vision. Because the situation is so desperate, he HAD to take this path.
It's just me personally, as a love interest, I don't find him desirable.
And then something about him inspired this weird attitude, equating the welfare of fictional mages to actual marginalized people, and because Anders arguably suffered the most, he's the most Valid and therefore we should just either forgive the way he acts around others, or dismiss it as bad writing, which in my opinion completely defangs him.
There is something to be said about this thing media does where a person who wants to liberate an oppressed people Goes Too Far (I understand Falcon and the Winter Soldier did that), but then the imagery of blowing up a place of worship (just to make stand against, again, fictional mages), is upsetting to actual people. Even the argument I've seen of "it was just Hightown" is very callous. Presumably it was not just nobles, but anyone working under them. You see servants walking around in the game.
So that's where me personally preferring Sebastian makes this difficult. Had the fandom taken a more nuanced approach, even if they firmly believed it was "right", it was not without heavy consequence, and Sebastian's pain is real, instead of just brushing it off, making jokes (again, none of the characters have ever commented when a cast remember lost someone, and when they did it was inappropriate anyway), this whole thing might have been easier to swallow. I can't relate to fighting for mage freedom, but I can relate to my own trauma being minimized.
And you can imagine how annoyed I get when people put a microscope to Seb's banter with Fenris about alerting the templars (where I think it was very clear he was very reluctant and confided in Fenris about it), whereas Anders being fine with turning in Fenris to his previous owner is just "bad writing" or that no one should have approved anyway so let's brush it off. It's almost like some of his fans wanted a scapegoat. To say nothing of the fact that Aveline canonically turns mages in, which tells me fans don't actually care about mages, but THEIR mages.
So yeah, I like Anders fine, but some of his fans have made it hard to navigate this fandom for a long time. I am certain he has plentythat are perfectly agreeable, but that was my takeaway. I am trying to lay off, it's been so long, and I am content to just play with my dolls with 5 other people at this point.
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an-honest-puck · 4 months
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a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Fools' because I don't have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts
HUMPHREY CAUSING MISCHIEF?!?!!?! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!! <333
~and other bbc ghosts s5 ep1 spoilers ahoy!~
I love that Larry is the lone writer of this ep and Humphrey therefore gets to have the spotlight XD
fr tho, watching Humphrey giving Alison ideas was so deliciously cheeky and fun to watch!!!
that one camera movement where Humphrey plays the angel and devil on Alison's shoulders was *chef's kiss* brilliantly well played!!!
when the Captain realises that Alison's picking them off one by one and then immediately falls for her prank lmao
look! they let Ben run in the woods again! huzzah! he must have been so pleased they let him lol
we love a Ben Willbond take on the classic "clever girl" line 👌🏼
Thomas's prank was absolutely ruthless but the little shit (mostly affectionate) deserves it LMAO
actually as a sidenote, with any other characters (or perhaps in another show lol) this is potentially a rather romantic scene lol
but yeah nah the little shit deserved it XD
I love when the Captain describes Alison's 'next victim' as being "guileless, gullible, open-hearted to a fault" (patcaps stans were fed with this line alone lol) and cutting to Pat, as if Cap isn't sitting in the room with the most gullible ghosts of the crew- i.e., himself, Thomas, and Kitty XD
I'm sorry but Pat reacting to Alison's first attempt at pranking him by pulling out the word 'veracity' and how he describes how to cross-check your facts????? king shit XD
but also, that was lowkey the most intimidating thing I've ever seen Pat do wtf?! like the way he says "I'd hate for you to have the wool pulled over your eyes." and then the "ok?" freakyyyy lol
oh Julian you nincompoop lol I love all the time Alison's invested in these pranks btw- like making that video and somehow rigging something up on a laptop so that when Julian clicks the specific button, the video starts playing? is there an app for that or is that just Alison flexing some coding skills??? XD (I am personally fully on board the 'Alison flexes her coding skills' train lol)
0/2, Cap is not making any good calls in this ep XD
my fam and I like to play the game 'how many takes?' and that scene where Alison tries the finger-chop gag and Pat gives her a talking to is prime fodder for that game XD
ayo, gotta give a shoutout to the B-plot of Mike with the insurance investigator for recapping the end of season 4 because I was rusty tbh lmaooo
Fanny's two-part-prank was so good but also gotta love the permanency of permanent marker XD
OMG Humphrey's idea for Robin's prank - i.e. Larry just talking to himself LMAO but the way Humphrey showed Alison his plan was so deliciously devious XD
"DAMN YOU, COOPER!"
yo the way the A-plot and B-plot crash into each other is hysterical XDD
Alison, caught red-handed lighting a fire: *in the most level voice I've ever heard come out of Charlotte Ritchie's mouth* Hi, I'm Alison-
"Sorry. Sick in a bush..."
good onya, Joy Kielty! you da real one! and props to the soundtrack composers for that beautiful little piano interjection :')
ah man almost got all of them...
BUT OH MY DAYS SHE PREG-AN-NANT!?!!?!?! I can't believe the fandom was right on that one!!!!!! I'm anxious for her!!!!! pregnancies are scary!!!!! (I mean, I'm probably projecting because a friend of mine is pregnant and currently dealing with all the appointments, equipment, and physical symptoms of pregnancy, but still!!! growing new life is hard!!!!)
very very interested to see where them there are going with this...
but anyways this is a Larry episode and so of course the last word comes from Humphrey:
"did we get him?"
(my poor boi, someone pls pick him up :') )
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mrslackles · 4 years
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ggweek 2020: All About Rio
Thanks for tagging me, @gild-and-fire​ -- I never get to talk about Rio unless I’m denouncing his crunchy jackets!
Tagging @bathroombreaks @bourbon-ontherocks and @magneticflower if you haven’t done it yet :)
Why do I personally like or dislike Rio? 
He was always so light and fun. He turned all the stereotypes inside out since the second he talked about taking Beth’s dog out for a pee, admired backsplashes and got concerned about citrus erosion. There are a thousand reasons I love Rio, but the chief one is that he was the kind of person you just know everyone is drawn towards because they want to be around that energy. If he was on my screen, he was entertaining me, even if it was just because his dumbass doesn’t know how to operate a coffee machine, lol.
What are your headcanons about Rio’s and Mick’s relationship? Did they meet through crime? Are they lifelong friends?
To me, ~Demon (lol) always seemed like his right-hand man who would follow him to the ends of the earth and I think Rio trusts him implicitly -- my headcanon is that that isn’t because of lifelong friendship but rather because Demon did something (possibly life-threatening!) that proved his loyalty to Rio. I think they’ve probably known each other around 10 years or so and Demon sticks by Rio’s side because he trusts his instincts too and knows he will always do either the most right or smartest thing. They’re Best Friends 5Everrrr but would, like, never admit to it even though they are the embodiment of this meme:
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What are Rio’s hobbies outside of work and Marcus? What do you think he’d get up to on a day with absolutely no responsibilities?
Boxing. Beth. LOL. 
I don’t think he has that many hobbies -- I think he loves being around his extended family, having a drink on his own or maybe settling with a book (/a TV show if it manages to lure him in) for a while. Otherwise he’s out there hustling, flipping his game; he’ll sleep/hobby when he dies. 
What do you think Rio’s goals for the future are?
Maybe this is with my Do Not Collect $200 lenses on, but retiring. I think, just like Beth, he initially had a plan with a goal -- whether a position or a number -- for when he would get out. He knows his life and job isn’t sustainable and ultimately he wants a good life for his kid and he wants to be there for that life. I also think he’s smart enough to invest what he makes so that eventually he won’t need the money; all he’ll have to figure out is how to get out. 
What do you think Rio is bad at (cooking, dancing, singing, etc.)? How come?
Compromise. Hahahahahahaha. Shopping. Hahahahahahaha. Ok, but seriously now: Who buys 20 of the same sweater in the same colour? Maybe he’s bad at washing so he just throws them out each time? I bet once he turned something pink (from that mahogany shirt of his!) and he was just like fuck it, I can afford a new shirt every day.
Why do you think Rio is drawn to Beth? + Why do you think Rio didn’t kill Beth?
Oof. I could write an essay. To cut it short: I think they’re identical and different in all the right ways. I think he’s different (see answer 1) to the world he inhabits despite being so damn good at it and he sees it’s exactly the same for her. I also think he sees a future in her -- he wants (some part of) that normal life for himself one day. Manny said it best: They want to be each other and they want to be with each other. The implications of that are vast.
What are your headcanons about Rio’s family? Siblings? Parents? Lifestyle growing up?
This is obviously something I’ve had to put some thought into because of all the fics I write. I feel the same as most people seem to that he grew up around a lot of women -- to me that could be up to 3 sisters. I’d say he’s really close with his mom and the apple of her eye -- both because he’s the only boy and he’s him, y’know? Who can resist that lil shit-eating grin? 
I don’t know that he has as great of a relationship with his dad, I don’t think he was present much. BUT I stand by my crack idea about his dad being a huge crime boss who’d been incarcerated for most of his life whom Rio then broke out with Boomer’s help, only to be roasted to death for all his decisions. That would entertain me greatly. I also think he could have a brother, but that’s mainly for selfish reasons because I want Jay Hernandez to play him, hahahaha.
Do you think Rio’s been arrested before Beth got him arrested in 1.10? When, and what for?
Yes, he was way too casual about his arrest in that TV clip, mans had picked out his best outfit and everything. He had the air of someone who’s been put in cuffs many times but always released soon after. He even told Beth that he sees the FBI as a routine part of his job. The police have probably come after him for petty shit before, hoping to turn him on anyone higher than him on the food chain, but within 48 hours he’s strolling right back out of the station with above-mentioned shit-eating grin.
If Rio weren’t a crime boss, what jobs do you think he’d be good at? Why?
Haha, I’ve made so many Accountant Rio jokes in my fics because I do love my Math King, but something that rigid wouldn’t really be for him. I think he’d do something that’s some combination of creative and analytical -- civil or structural engineering, perhaps. Or he’d do something completely creative -- art buyer? photographer? -- with a side hustle in stocks or something. In essence, he’d still be flipping his game and making big money because the man needs a way to fund his addiction to drawers. 
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time-for-a-lullaby · 2 years
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brother’s best friend - pt. 2
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Chris Evans x  Fem!Reader
Sebastian Stan x Sister!Reader
Sebastian Stan x Ale Oneiva
 Summary: After a drunken hook up with Chris, you get a little jealous when you find out that he brought a date to Sebastian and Ale’s wedding. You ended up accidentally revealing to his date that you’d hooked up with him and exposing your ‘relationship’ to Sebastian.
 Warnings: smut (18+ only), oral (F receiving), I think technically voyeurism,  alcohol, language.
 A/N: Read part 1 here! 
ngl, I cracked myself up while writing this one hahaha
There are Spanish and Romanian translations used in this fic, they are italicized. I do not speak Spanish or Romanian... I used a translator, so if there are any corrections, please tell me :) 
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 “He has a WHAT?!” your voice raised, the bagel in your hand dropping to the floor. It was the morning of Sebastian’s wedding, you sat in hair and makeup, and Ale had just come over to tell you that Sebastian told her that Chris was bringing a date today. 
“Y/N! Păstrați-l în jo!” (keep it down) your mother yelled at you from across the room causing you to roll your eyes at the irony of the situation. 
“Da, da, scuze,” (yeah, yeah, sorry) you apologized in Romanian, turning your attention back to Ale, “A date?!” you half whispered/half yelled. 
She came over with the intention of playful gossip, but after reading the expression on your face, her eyes narrowed, “Why do you care?” 
“I don’t,” you responded defensively, “I don't care. Just… surprised, is all.” You and Ale were so close, so it was unlike you to not tell her about your sexcapades, but you couldn’t say anything about what you did with Chris that drunken night last week because she might accidentally slip up and say something to Sebastian. 
The look on her face made it clear that she knew there was something going on, “Uh huh,” she eyed you for a second before going back to her designated bridal chair. You knew this conversation wasn’t over, “¿Por qué te preocupas por Chris?” (why do you care about Chris?) she asked from across the room.
“No me importa,” (i don’t care.) you snapped, thankful that your mother hadn’t taken up Spanish and wasn’t able to translate what the two of you were talking about while also cursing the fact that you’d become fluent in Spanish and could continue this conversation. 
Ale stared at you for a second, your cheeks burning under her gaze and then gasped, connecting the dots in her head, “¿te acostaste con él?” (did you sleep with him?) 
“NO!” you responded, shaking your head. You always hated that about your relationship with Ale, she could read you like a book. Sebastian loved how well the two of you got along, he always thanked you for welcoming her into the family, speaking Spanish with her when she was uncomfortable at first, taking her out for lunch. She slowly became your best friend. 
She laughed, clasping her hand over her mouth, “¡Sí! Dios mío, ¿cuándo?” (yes! My god, when?)
“La semana pasada,” (last week) you groaned, throwing your head back. 
She laughed again, this time a little more hysterically than the last, “la semana pasada? porque no me lo dijiste?” (last week? Why didn’t you tell me?)
“¡No podía arriesgarme a que se lo dijeras a Sebastian!” (I couldn’t risk you telling Sebastian!) Her mouth dropped open, she was obviously offended that you thought she couldn’t keep a secret. You held up your index finger and pointed it at her, “¡Le hablaste de Jason! ¡Tengo razones para desconfiar de ti!” (you told him about Jason, I have reasons to distrust you!) 
She laughed because she knew you were right. Before your cheating P.O.S. ex, you’d hooked up with Sebastian’s assistant Jason and made the mistake of telling Ale, who accidentally told Sebastian. Not only was Jason fired, but you were scolded by Sebastian AND YOUR MOTHER. And not allowed back on set for a long time. 
Your conversation was interrupted by your mother chiming in, “în engleză, te rog.” (in English, please.)
“Ipocrit,” (hypocrite) you shot back, smiling. 
“Esta conversación no ha acabado,” (This conversation is not over) Ale looked over at you, a huge grin spread across her face. 
You sighed, standing up and tightening your robe around your body, “I need some air,” you mumbled walking out of the bridal suite and heading towards the staircase. 
A freakin’ date?! You huffed out a sigh, pushing at the door and quickly descending the stairs. Did you guys not talk about hooking up after the wedding like right after he fucked you over the balcony railing at your apartment? You’d even sexted about it like 3 days ago. WHAT THE FUCK? Realistically speaking, it’s not like you guys were even dating or in the process of starting anything up. You just had sex. The one time. Who were you to complain about him bringing a date to your brother’s wedding? It shouldn’t matter. But it frustrated you to no end that it did.
When you got to the bottom floor, you threw open the staircase door and  immediately ran into Chris. Like literally, ran right into him. His arm wrapped around your waist to steady you, “Oh, pentru numele lui Dumnezeu,” (oh, for the love of god). You wiggled from his grasp, pushing past him, desperately needing some fresh air. 
“Well, hey to you, too, Y/N.” 
You rolled your eyes, making your way outside. Once the sun hit your face, you relaxed a little. Free from Ale’s questioning, your mother’s nagging, and the irritation that Chris was bringing a freakin date. 
It was short lived when the door opened, Chris quickly finding you, “What’s wrong with you?” 
“Nothing,” you responded, a little too quickly, but he didn’t say anything about it. 
He stared at you for a second, “Doesn’t seem like nothing.” 
“It’s just… it’s a big day. Lot’s of stress, that’s all,” you lied, avoiding his eyes. 
“Anything the best man can help with?” 
Rolling your eyes again, you responded with, “Nope,” making sure to pop the P at the end. 
You stood in silence for a second before he rocked on his heels, “Okay… well… pleasure. I’m gonna run.” 
“da, așa să faci,” (yeah, you do that) you snapped, pushing off of the wall you were leaning against and heading back inside. He called after you, trying to figure out what you said, but you ignored him. Why were you so fucking irritated? It was sex. Drunken sex. Great sex… but that’s it. Meaningless, one time, mind blowing sex. Frustrated, you climbed back up the stairs to the bridal suite, throwing Chris out of your mind and focusing on Ale and Sebastian. Today was their big day and you weren’t going to spoil it because Chris fucking Evans brought a date.
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The wedding ceremony was beautiful. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room while your brother and your new sister-in-law exchanged the most meaningful vows, promising a life of love, happiness, and laughter. You never thought Sebastian would be the kind of man to settle down, but when Ale came around, the change in him was mind blowing. She truly brought out the best in him and it made you so happy to see them together like this. 
Despite how happy you were for them, you were also kind of hoping they would have pushed it off for a couple more years because now. It was “your turn”. Ever since Seb and Ale got engaged, your mother has been relentless about you settling down. Hard to do when you only ever date pricks that cheat and have 0 men on the horizon. You’d get there eventually… but tonight, at your brother’s wedding reception, wasn’t the place to worry about it.
You toasted your glass at the end of your speech, wiping at your eyes with one of the many tissues you packed for this very moment. The sound of clinking glasses and cheers filled the room and you took your seat next to Chris at the bridal party table. Ale switched the seat arrangements last minute as some kind of sick joke. 
“That was amazing, Y/N,” Chris turned, tilting his beer towards your champagne flute.
“Thanks,” you responded dryly, looking back out into the crowd after tapping your glass against Chris’s beer. You could feel his gaze on you for a few seconds before he looked back out at the ballroom again. He was smiling at someone and everything in your gut told you not to follow his eyeline, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Following his gaze, you landed on a pretty brunette sitting towards the back of the room. She lifted her glass towards Chris then blew him a kiss and it took everything not to physically revolt at the sight. 
You sat through dinner quietly, avoiding making conversation with Chris. Jealousy was radiating off of you, no matter how hard you tried to get a grip.
. After Seb and Ale cut their cake, she walked over and stood in front of you and Chris, “¿has hablado con él?” (have you talked to him?)
You let out an exasperated groan, “Gah, Ale! Tomar por culo! Delante de él? Eso es bajo!” (fuck off/piss off! In front of him? That’s low!) 
 “Are you talking about me?” Chris asked, his eyebrow cocking.
“Mira lo que hiciste!” (see what you did!) you growled, ignoring Chris’s question, “no hay nada que hablar. trajo una cita.” (there’s nothing to talk about, he brought a date).
She laughed, “Apuesto a que aún iría a casa contigo,” (I bet he’d still go home with you.) she winked, then wiggled her eyebrows.
“¿No deberías estar disfrutando de tu boda?” (shouldn’t you be enjoying your wedding?) you retorted, rolling your eyes, “fue un error borracho. eso es todo. déjame en paz.” (it was a drunken mistake. That’s all. Leave me alone.)
“You’re totally talking about me,” Chris chimed in, making you roll your eyes again.
You looked over at him, “No one is talking about you, you’re so arrogant.”
Ale laughed, “sólo habla con él.” (just talk to him)
“Goodbye, Alejandra,” you responded dryly, glaring at her through narrowed eyes. 
Chris looked over at you, his eyebrow raised like he was getting ready to challenge you, “You know I know some Spanish right?” 
You rolled your eyes, “No you don’t.” 
He crossed his arms, annoyed that you called his bluff, “Okay, I don’t. But it was obvious you were talking about me. Ale kept looking at me.” 
“I don’t know what to tell you, Chris,” you shrugged. 
“What you were talking about is a good place to start,” he responded quickly. 
You rolled your eyes again, “Why don’t you go talk to your date, Chris? I’m sure whatever conversation you have with her will be more enthralling than this,” you stood, walking over to the bar, Chris following quickly behind, “Can I have a gin and tonic, please? Extra lime.” 
“Ooh, I’ll take that, too,” he held his hand up to the bartender, then rested his chin on his hand, looking over at you, “Come on, just tell me.” 
“Why are you talking to me, Chris? Don’t you have a date? If you keep following me around, my chances of getting laid tonight are zero to none.” He didn’t like that. You rolled your lips between your teeth to bite back a grin. It was funny seeing him jealous. But, he started it. He brought a date. 
And speaking of which, a tall, beautiful brunette sashayed her way over, eyeing Chris like dessert. You took a sip of your drink, eyeing her over the brim of your cup. 
“Hey, you,” she purred, tucking her arm under his, “Your speech was amazing.” 
He smiled, still looking at you, “Thank you. Y/N, this is Carmen.” 
You smiled and dipped your chin, “Hi, Carmen.” 
“Hi, Y/N. How do you know Chris?” You wanted to laugh. The appropriate question would be ‘how do you know the bride and groom’. 
“Family friend,” you responded curtly. 
Ale walked up next to you, “how’s it going over here?” 
You smiled the biggest fake smile that you could, “tratando de averiguar cómo decirle que su cita me jodió en una baranda del balcón hace seis días,” (trying to figure out how to tell her that her date fucked me over a balcony railing 6 days ago.)
Ale snorted, her drink coming out of her nose, “¿Te viniste?” (did you come?) She laughed, looking over at you.
“Dos veces,” (twice) you winked, joining Ale while she doubled over in laughter. 
Returning your focus to the conversation you were having before Ale interrupted, you locked eyes with Carmen whose jaw was clenched, face flushed. 
Her body shook with anger, “Hablo español con fluidez, perra.” (I speak Spanish fluently, bitch). 
Your mouth dropped open before you clamped your hand over your mouth, Ale snorted out another laugh almost falling over due to how hard she was laughing. You wanted to feel bad and maybe it was the many glasses of champagne, but you just didn’t care, “Pues, que incómodo… Lo siento.” (well, that’s awkward… I’m sorry). You took another drink to keep yourself from laughing at Ale’s reaction while Carmen huffed, stomping off towards the exit. 
Ale stepped closer to you as Chris chased after Carmen, “Oh my fucking GOD!” She started laughing again, tears coming out of her eyes. 
“That was-- I mean, what are the odds?!” You laughed with her, shaking your head and wiping under your eyes, “Chris is gonna kill me. I promise it wasn’t intentional!” 
She shrugged, “I still got a kick out of it,” she stood up straight and  cleared her throat when Chris walked back over. 
“What the fuck did you say to her?” He demanded, towering over you. He was pissed. 
You cleared your throat, “Technically, I didn’t say anything to her.”
Ale choked back another laugh and that sent Chris over the edge. He grabbed your bicep, dragging you towards the balcony door while you laughed the whole time. He pushed the curtains aside, throwing the door open.
“Chris, chill. It was an accident, I swear.” 
He let go of your arm as soon as you stood outside, the cool summer breeze blew your gown back, the slit in your dress splitting and showing a dangerous amount of thigh. Chris’s eyes trailed down your legs, his hand dragging down his jaw, “What did you say to her?” 
“I already told--”
“God, fuck, Y/N. What did you tell Ale that Carmen just so happened to translate?” 
You bit the inside of your cheek, “Why don’t you ask Carmen?” 
“Because she left, Y/N.” 
“I’m sorry… that’s unfortunate.” 
He rolled his eyes, “What did you say?” 
“Tratando de averiguar cómo decirle que su cita me jodió en una baranda del balcón hace seis días,” you repeated your words from earlier, Chris growing more and more impatient by the second. 
“Y/N, you’re really testing me.” 
You smirked, taking a step towards him, “Am i?” 
 “You are. What did you tell her?” 
Taking a deep breath, you looked up at Chris and took another step towards him, “Ale asked how things were going and without knowing that Carmen spoke Spanish, I responded--” you stopped to clear your throat, “I may have said, that I was trying to figure out how to tell Carmen that her date had me bent over a balcony railing 6 days ago. And then Ale asked me if I came… to which I said… twice.” 
He was trying to be mad. So hard. But he just couldn’t, “God, are you serious?” he laughed, shaking his head, “Jesus, Y/N. Did you have to be so fucking crass? You know, next time you pull something like that, try Romanian. It’s not as common.” 
You laughed again, “I’m sorry! It was completely unintentional!”
He rolled his eyes, leaning against the railing, “You’re really something, you know that?”
“That’s what they tell me,” you shrugged and took another step closer to Chris, “I promise, I didn’t mean to piss your date off.” 
“I believe you,” he brushed his knuckles against your jawline, “I wasn’t… I completely forgot that I asked her to come with me. I asked her like a month ago and… after last week, I just-- I forgot. My mind was kind of focused on someone else. And then she just showed up at the hotel and I wasn’t sure what to do.” 
You stepped even closer, your chest pressing against his while his hand slid around to cup the back of your neck, “Who were you focused on?” you teased, gripping the navy blue tie around his neck. 
He shrugged playfully, “Oh, just this girl,” he bent down, his lips brushing against your ear, “She was begging for me last week while I bent her over a balcony railing.” His free hand reached up, a finger sliding under the spaghetti strap of your dress, “I was kind of hoping she’d be the one begging for me tonight, too.” 
You shuddered at the feeling of his breath against your bare neck, “I think she’d be open to that,” you whispered. 
The hand on your shoulder lowered, slipping under the slit of your dress and cupping your ass. A mischievous look flickering across his eyes when he discovered your bare under the thin fabric of your dress, “pot să te sărut?” (can I kiss you?) 
Your eyes widened, a huge smile spread on your lips as your arms slid around his neck, “You can do a lot more than that,” you wanted to laugh when the sexy tone you’d attempted fell short, still caught off guard by the fact that he’d spoken Romanian to you.
He smiled, “Took you by surprise there, huh?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” you chuckled, then pulled his lips to yours, his grip on your ass tightening. You reached down, palming the bulge in his pants, smirking through the kiss, “We don’t have a lot of time,” you mumbled against his lips as he backed you towards the railing. 
He pulled away, ocean blue eyes met yours, “What is it about balconies that make you so damn irresistible?” Your legs shook momentarily under the intensity of his gaze and the anticipation of what was about to happen. Before you could respond, Chris was on his knees looking up at you through those long lashes, "I guess we better make this quick.”
You gripped the railing to keep yourself standing as he hitched your left leg over his shoulder. Chris’s hot breath, combined with the cool summer breeze against your exposed skin made you shiver, goosebumps spreading across your legs.
He placed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, your hips jerking slightly, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you raw all day, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped, his hands gripping your thighs tighter before he buries himself between your legs, his tongue flattening against your swollen clit. 
You threw your head back, fingers immediately tangling in his hair as your chest heaved, a strangled moan escaping from your lips. You were torn between staying quiet and letting the world hear you, the latter winning when two fingers thrust inside of you. Your knees buckled, adrenaline pulsing through your veins at the thought of someone hearing what he was doing to you. 
His mouth secured around your clit, alternating between sucking furiously and flicking his tongue gently over your swollen bud as your legs shook, your toes curling when he increased the pace of his fingers.
“Fuck-- OH GOD,” You moaned, gripping his hair a little tighter. Quickly approaching your release, you felt the pressure build in your belly and spreading through your body. You started to grind your hips, desperate for more friction, “Fuck, yes! God, right there, Chris!”
Chris pulled away, his thumb replacing his mouth against your clit, “You’re so fucking pretty when you come, Y/N. Come for me,” he cooed, quickly latching onto your clit again. 
You let out a couple of breathy moans as he brought you closer, Chris’s fingers still pumping inside of you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, ecstasy sweeping through your body as you came undone around his mouth. He gripped your legs tighter as your body shook in his arms, keeping you in place as his tongue slid across your slit. 
He stood, dropping his mouth to yours as he undid his belt. You savored the taste of your release, curling your tongues together as you worked to undo his zipper.
“ce naiba se întâmplă?” (what the fuck is going on?)
You quickly detached yourself from Chris, side stepping while fixing your dress since your back was pressed against the balcony railing. You looked at Sebastian with wide eyes. Chris adjusted himself, clearing his throat. Neither of you knew what to say, standing there like deer caught in headlights.
“Seb, I just-- We-- It’s--” you stopped trying to formulate a sentence and just exhaled slowly through puffed out cheeks, looking at Chris for help. Your brain still foggy, legs still unsteady from your orgasm just moments ago.
Seb’s eyes flickered to Chris’s undone belt and zipper, rolling his eyes, “Seriously guys? On the balcony? At my wedding?” 
You looked over at Chris, whose face was flushed pink.
“How long?” 
You shook your head, “Not long. I mean, nothing is really happening. We just-- we’re just-- it’s nothing, I mean, it’s not nothing, I just--” you blew out another breath, cursing quietly. What could you say to ease the news for Seb but not insult or offend Chris?
Chris stepped in, reaching over and squeezing your hand softly, “Sebastian, it’s… new. We haven’t even figured out what we’re doing or where this is going. It’s… extremely new.” 
You nodded furiously, “Very. Extremely.” 
Seb laughed, “Jesus, you guys. I’m not mad. Just-- be careful,” he paused, pointing at Chris, “You were gonna fuck my sister on the balcony? Come on, dude. The balcony?” 
Ale’s head poked around the open door, “Wouldn’t be the first time.” 
Seb’s eyebrow cocked, looking from his bride to the two of you, “What does that mean?” 
Your eyes narrowed at Ale, “Traitor.” 
She smirked, “Come on, Seb... You don’t wanna know,” she pulled on his arm, trying to lure him back inside. 
“You break her heart and I’ll kill you, no hesitation.” 
Chris held his hands up in surrender, “Trust me, I believe you,” he looked down at you, reaching over to wrap his arms around you, “I don’t plan on doing that.” 
You smiled when Sebastian gagged, “You better not, I’ll kill you. I have a mean right hook, remember?” 
They both laughed, Sebastian shaking his head, “Come on, be a couple inside. No need to hide. I mean, don’t continue that--” he gagged again, gesturing vaguely towards the two of you, “-- inside, but you know.” 
Chris took your hand, looking over at you, “Ready?”
You shrugged, a grin spreading across your face, “I’d rather stay out here...”
“I heard that!” Sebastian called out over his shoulder as Ale giggled, pulling him back inside. 
He cupped your chin, “We have all night, come on. I wanna dance with you,” he took a second to press a kiss to your lips, lingering as you both remembered the events that took place just minutes ago. 
“All night? I think I like the sound of that,” you smiled, following him back inside and straight to the dancefloor. 
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athyathye · 2 years
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hi there!! i just saw that your requests were open <3
so like, it's sort of based on snowman by sia.. if it's okay, can i request for gender neutral! reader x hanma? where y/n thought that they will be alone the whole winter but hanma comes to their house by surprise, he starts making them go outside and play in the snow, hang out, just making memories in general. then on christmas, he proposes to them? :) feel free to ignore btw and have a great day/night!
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My snowman and me
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Author's note 📝: Hanma stans come get ur juice IEJEJIEUURR Love the idea very much! Ty ty for requesting♡
Warnings ⚠️: Fluff! A few curse words i think and das it~
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You always loved the winter season. Warm chocolate drinks by the fireplace, gingerbread cookies, ugly christmas sweaters and the numbness of your fingertips caused by the cold.
Winter was the most pleasant to you, until it got replaced.
The cold was something you preferred. The heat of the summer always bothered you. Yet, you longed for the warmth of a single person all throughout the years. Hanma, he was fiery. He was burning. He was everything that could be described as intense and ferocious. But he was also someone who could be described as passionate, at least, only to you.
Just like how winter only comes once a year, you were out of his reach at that period of the year. Gone into the cozy christmas cabin, nestled in the piles of snow that reminded Hanma of you. It was enough to say that Hanma hated winter. He hated the fact that he had to part from you. And though, time and time again he had tried to stop you from leaving his side, like a puddle of water you flowed right out of his hands.
The snow that was always present wherever he was even in the shady business deals he went to almost made him crazy. I repeat, to Hanma, you were what he thought of when he saw snow. If only he could hold you until he froze. If only the cold provided him the icy aura that he always found about you stimulating. If only the cold could give him you.
So instead of wasting his time waiting for you to come back, missing you to the point of death, he ventured to where you were located. Leaving behind the mountainous amount of work to his poor underlings. If he went bankrupt or people decided to rob him, then so be it. He’d rebuild everything from scratch at least once a year if it meant having you by his side.
Blowing on his hands, thrashing and kicking through the snow he had finally arrived. The cabin wasn’t entirely big, but it certainly perfected the vibe of the jolly Christmas atmosphere. Rubbing the fog on the window, he peeked through the opening. He saw your figure, snug and warm on the couch with one of the ugliest red bonnets he’d ever seen.
But why was it that you still looked breathtaking to him. Just the scene of you lying comfortably in comfy clothing could sell for millions of dollars if turned into a painting. Your odd way of dressing for winter was something he was used to. He never would have imagined that behind the cold look you had, an ugly christmas sweater were what you liked getting dressed in.
*Knock! Knock!*
He knocked on the door next to the window, revelling in the way you cutely jumped in surprise. He peeked his whole face to the window for you to see him. Not even a few seconds passed by and you were stumbling to open the door for him.
“Hanma! What are you doing here!? Don’t you have work?”
“Come on, your boyfriend came all the way here not for him to get nagged” He pouted, but pulled you by your waist closer. He laid his head down on the crown of yours, inhaling your scent that always put him at ease. “Cut me some slack”
Even with the bundles of clothing he wore, he could still feel the outline of your face on his chest. Or maybe it was because you were burying your face so desperately that he could even feel you sniffling and the light drops of tears from your eyes.
“Woah, woah, woah! You’re cryin’? For what? You’re gonna make me think you don’t actually want me here-”
“That’s not it! I just… really missed you.”
‘F*ck’ Hanma cursed under his breath. You were surely going to be the cause of his death, or at least part of it. Lifting you up, the cold air of the outside hadn’t even made you realize you were both still standing in the entrance. It was one of the few times you actually felt cold, why? Because Hanma threw you into the pile of snow outside.
“What the he-” before you could finish your outburst, Hanma joined you. Jumping to your side before he smothered you with himself. “Cry and I’ll make sure the only thing that’ll drop are frozen droplets.”
“We’re gonna die of hypothermia if you don’t stop you idiot!” You screamed at him as you tried to push at his chest. You weren’t going to lie though, winter and Hanma. Two of the things you loved in the world. No matter what, it was perfect.
Hanma gently lowered his face near yours. Gently gliding his lips until it met with yours. As if tracing every inch, he covered it, again and again. Gentle pecks before turning into longer ones. Your eyes were wide open in surprise, then became half-open filling with desire before it became fully closed in pleasure.
“I’ll make sure you die of suffocation before that happens.”
He wanted to inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your soft lips for just long enough, and to taste the flavor of your lipstick that remained long after he was gone.
“I thought you hated the cold.” You curiously asked after pushing him away, your voice was airy as you spoke while taking gulps of breath. “I just happened to hate the cold because I knew you’d leave my side again, even if it was only for a few days.”
“You hate the sun just as much as I hate having you leave. That’s why, I want to be the one that hides you from it.”
“Huh?” Dazed from the kiss or from the damp and cold snow behind you, either way you felt half out of it.
“In all seasons, I want you by my side. To the point where even if we die from a heat stroke or die from hanging out here in the cold, is fine with me as long as I have you…
Let’s live happily. Together. What do you say, my snowman. Marry me?”
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mandoalorian · 3 years
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Smile [Javier Peña x Reader]
Summary: making a desperate attempt to get your boyfriend, Javier Peña, to crack a smile, you’re hit with the spontaneous idea to dress up as him and put on a little show. Thank you @pascalpanic for putting the idea in my head!
Warnings: mention of alcohol, cigarettes, guns, typical Narcos themes (but only very brief) -- mostly just tooth-rotting fluff. 
Rating: 13+
Word count: 1700
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You loved Javier -- you really did, but he had his down days just like everyone else. It seemed like, due to the nature of his job and the fact his department had made very little progress in pursuing Escobar, this week in particular had been a tough one for Javier. He’d gone through a whole extra pack of cigarettes and it was only Wednesday, and the bottle of scotch you’d been keeping for your next dinner party with the Murphy’s, had been completely drunk by one suspicious looking mustached man with a wet upper lip. You didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t need you to chastise him or make him feel bad. He needed your comfort, and you needed him to smile.
So that was your mission. To make Javier Peña smile. Of course you didn’t expect it to be easy, but you were determined, and that was enough.
The idea first came to you when you were tidying up after Javi. He wasn’t normally this messy, but you knew he’d been going through some shit at work and so picking up his laundry wasn’t a huge deal. You grabbed the crumpled up pink button down shirt from the edge of his bed and smiled, a gush of warmth flooding your heart. It was your favourite shirt -- hell, your favourite colour to see him wear. He could pull off pink better than any other man you’d ever met.
You went to fold up the shirt into a neat little square, like you’d done with the rest of his clothes, when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror, holding the shirt. You hummed, measuring it against your body and admiring the way the colour brought out a shine in your eyes. You didn’t normally wear pink but maybe it wouldn’t look that bad on you. So, with a quick hum, you pulled off your own tee and pulled Javier’s shirt over your shoulders. As you buttoned it up and adjusted the collar, your smile turned into a grin as you admired the way it looked on you. You just had to show Javier and ask him what he thought. After all, he always loved to see you in his shirts.
You tucked part of the shirt into your dark blue denim jeans, revelling in the way you had accidentally ended up looking like your boyfriend from just putting on his shirt. If this wasn’t going to make him crack a smile, you weren’t sure what would. 
You shuffled out of the bedroom and into the living room, finding Javier lounging on the couch with a cigarette dangling in between his lips. His eyes narrowed as he focused on whatever was on the television. You sighed upon seeing he was watching the news. You had told him to try and avoid the local news because it only seemed to make his mood worse -- seeing all the death and destruction that was happening around Bogotá in particular, by the hands of narcotics. You grabbed the remote control and zapped the TV off.
Javier furrowed his dark eyebrows and his head snapped to face you, but before he could complain or groan about why you’d shut the TV off, his mouth went dry as he took in your appearance. His jaw locked open and his dark eyes flicked up and down your body.
“Ta-da!” you giggled, doing a little spin for him.
Javier folded his arms over his chest, bemused, before stumping out his cigarette and discarding it in the ashtray.
“You look… good.” He mumbled, his eyes not leaving you once. You were just waiting for him to smile. You posed a little, desperate to try and get something out of him before throwing your head back in defeat and sighing. “What’s wrong?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
You looked down at your outfit and thought long and hard. “It’s missing something, isn’t it?” you questioned yourself, avoiding Javier’s comment completely.
“What?”
But before you could even respond, you had already whisked your way back into the bedroom, diving into yours and Javier’s closet looking for one particular thing. There it was. The khaki green bulletproof vest. You omitted a small ‘oof’ when you picked it up, underestimating just how heavy it was, before finding the velcro straps and shuffling into it. You looked in the mirror again, subconsciously raising your eyebrows as you saw just how broad the vest made you look. You tapped your fist into the padding a few times, experimenting just how hard it was. It definitely made you feel safe, that’s for sure, and it brought you comfort knowing that Javier donned this exact vest during his missions and stake-outs.
You padded back into the living room, and--
“Ta da!” you said again, poking your fingers into the bulletproof tac vest.
You didn’t think it was possible, but Javier’s frown only grew as he sunk back into the leather sofa. “Hermosa… what are you doing?” he sighed, putting his head in his hands.
“You don’t like it?” you quizzed, a little sad that he didn’t appreciate your efforts.
“I’m just confused.” he confessed, exasperated.
“Hm…” you hummed, looking around the living room. “Does it need more?”
“What?”
You walked into the kitchen and unlocked the safe. It was where Javier insisted on keeping a gun. You picked it up, immediately not liking the way it felt in your hands, and walked back into the living room. Upon seeing you hold the gun, Javier’s eyes became comically wide and he stood up.
“Is safety on?” Was the first thing he asked, terrified you’d injure yourself in some way or another. You took a second to check the weapon before nodding in affirmation, and Javier breathed a bubble of relief. “Okay. Put it down.” Javier grumbled, his frown framing his face as his clearly unamused gaze followed you across the room.
You tucked the gun into the back of your jeans, just like Javi would, and smirked in his direction. 
Your smile only grew when you grabbed his yellow tinted aviators from the coffee table and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. 
“Okay, I see what you’re doing,” Javier rolled his eyes. “You can stop now.”
You grabbed one of the many take-out menus from the side table and quickly glanced over it, familiarising yourself with the dishes. You cleared your throat and straightened your posture before holding up the menu and doing your very best Javier Peña impression.
With a low, smouldering grumble, you presented the menu in front of Javier and --
“This pizza is DEA. Mark my words, it will get justice.”
In that moment, Javier swore that his heart imploded into an abundance of glitter and colourful confetti. There was something so magical and pure about seeing you stand before him, dressed as him and doing your very best impression. It was a little dumb, a little dorky, but most importantly it was 100% authentically you -- always doing your absolute best to care for your boyfriend and comfort him in the most unique types of ways. You noticed the way his eyes lit up, and although he still wasn’t smiling, you became filled with warmth knowing you had gained some kind of reaction out of him (albeit small).
“I’m agent Peña,” you forced a frown and dramatically pulled off the yellow tinted Ray Bans, hooking them into the v of your pink shirt. “I’m DEA. Partners with agent Murphy,” you clicked your tongue before continuing. “Ese idiota. Hate that guy. Only… not really. Love him really. But… I love my girlfriend even more.” You smirked before walking towards him and sliding onto his lap and pressing your hands against his chest. “Javi…”
“Hm?” he hummed, and you could tell at this point he was deliberately trying to fight it back.
“Smile.” you whispered, nudging your nose against his.
And then, he let go. His perfect plush lips curled into a grin so wide the rare little dimple appeared in his left cheeks and the corners of his chocolate brown eyes crinkled in delight.
“I love you so much querida,” Javier beamed, smoothing out your hand and cupping your face in his large hands. “I’ll always love you.”
And with that, he captured your lips into a typical, heated, Javier Peña kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around your body as he skillfully navigated his fingers to the velcro straps of the tac vest, undoing them carefully to get you out of it. He carefully pulled the gun out from your jeans and placed it on the coffee table, along with his sunglasses. When you pulled off him to catch your breath, he was still smiling, and he pulled the bulletproof vest off your body before haphazardly discarding it on the floor.
“And you know how much I love seeing you in my shirts.” he mumbled, licking a stripe along your jaw and peppering kisses into the crook off your neck. You rolled your hips over his denim clad thigh and his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your own jeans, before he hooked his fingers under the hem of the material and dipped them into your panties. 
You moaned wantonly, letting your fingers tangle in his dark locks of hair. “I love you too, Javi.” you whispered before pressing your lips against his once more.
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billnoncipher · 3 years
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Losing Time
This story is not in my usual continuity, but was written for Wendip Week 2021, topic "Time Travel."
for Wendip Week 2021
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Mabel faced a hard decision when she called in that favor.
She was nearly thirty, she was a successful clothing designer, she had a steady romantic partner, life was good. But then on a visit to Gravity Falls, she visited the grave of good old Waddles, whose heart had given out the previous winter, while she was off in New York.
And she hadn't been able to say goodbye.
And despite the fact that she was all grown up and everything, it ripped at her heart—that she hadn't said farewell to her most favorite pet of all time. It wasn't that he hadn't been well cared for—Soos saw to that, giving the pig all the comforts and plenty of food. It wasn't that he was cut off in his youth—seventeen is a good long life for a pig. It's just that—
Well, now she knew how Dipper felt.
Speaking of whom.
Dipper and Wendy were coming up on their tenth wedding anniversary, they had adorable twins, age six, names Alexander and Amanda, and they lived in the Mystery Shack. Grunkles Stan and Ford still technically owned the place, and Soos ran it, but over the years he and Melody had expanded it until their own growing family caused Soos to have a separate house built just across the road, and he and his family of six—he, Melody, Benny, Betty, Alma, and little Stanley—had made the short move. Dipper had inherited Grunkle Ford's role as investigator of the weird, Wendy was a nationally-known consultant on forestry issues, and they took over the living space that Soos had left vacant.
Ford, now semi-retired, still came over to work with Dipper down in the secret labs when some project was afoot. Grunkle Stan came over to help when the Shack was swamped with tourists in vacation season, but he spent a lot of his time visiting casinos all over the world, where his odd luck always brought him a steady income.
The attic bedroom had become disused.
"Can I stay?" Mabel asked in a small voice just at sunup that day. "Just for a couple weeks?"
"Sure, Mabes!" Wendy said. "Any time, you know that."
Dipper, now sporting a goatee and wearing glasses to correct mild myopia, said, "Sis, what's wrong?"
With a sad smile, Mabel said, "You can tell, huh? Just getting all sentimental. Missing Waddles."
"Oh," Dipper said. "That. We're sorry you couldn't make it back in January."
"It was so unexpected," Wendy said. "He was OK, you know, kinda slow and sleepy all the time, and then one morning we found him in his stall. He'd passed in his sleep."
"He was comfortable to the end," Dipper said. "The heat was on. He didn't freeze or anything. He looked peaceful."
"We buried him down the hill," Wendy told her. "Come on, we'll walk you down."
The place was pretty, a small clearing off to the right of the Mystery Trail. Grass had greened the mound, dewy now with the dawn, and—Mabel couldn't help sobbing—Dipper and Wendy had put up a marker, one of those you could buy for a cherished dog or cat. It read,
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WADDLES
2012-2029
Always Loved
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"Could you just leave me here for a few minutes?" asked Mabel.
Dipper hugged her. "Sure, Sis," he said. "Take y our time."
Wendy hugged her, too. "You gave him a good life," she said.
When the two had left, Mabel took a deep breath and took something that looked like a thick button from her jeans pocket. She held it between finger and thumb, close to her lips, and said, "OK, Blendin Blandin, you owe me one."
And without fuss, explosions, or special-effects noise, he was there, beside her, in his old uniform. "M-Ma-Mabel," he said, smiling. "Hi. It's be-been a wh-while."
"Yeah," she said. "You're looking—exactly the same. How's Time Baby?"
"Te-te-teething," Blendin said with a grimace. "The ne-next thou-thousand years are go-gonna be hard. I gu-guess you want your fa-favor now?"
"I do," she said. "Waddles passed away last January. I don't want to bring him back to life or anything. I've learned better than that. But I didn't get to see him before he went, and I really want to visit him one last time. So—could I borrow a time tape?"
"I pro-promised," he said. "I always carry a sp-spare these da-days. Here."
"And I also need your advice," Mabel said, accepting the heavy time-travel device. "I want to visit Waddles on the happiest day of his whole life."
"You-you'll have to a-avoid meeting yourself," Blendin warned. "That would be cat-cata-catas—bad."
"Agreed," she said.
"Let me find out how to se-set the co-coordinates, then," he said. "Just a se-second."
He blinked out of existence for just three seconds, then reappeared, slapping at his hair, which was smoldering. "Th-that was two we-weeks of hard wo-work!" he said. "Lucky this-this is m-my va-vacation month. OK, I've reviewed Wa-Waddles' s li-life and this will ta-take you to the ex-exact day when he was happiest. You can ha-have the wh-whole day, or eight hours any-anyway, bu-but remember to a-avoid me-meeting yourself."
"Will do."
Blendin set the time tape, warned, "It will br-bring you ba-back to the present automatically. Ha-have a g-good time-tr-trip."
The strange noiseless explosion, a moment of spinning disorientation, and poof! there she was, at the edge of the woods behind the Shack. The sun was just rising.
"Out you go," she heard a girl's voice say from the back door.
She saw a rectangle of yellow light. Oh, my God, that's me, in my old sleep shirt! I'm twelve! I'm so young!
Her younger self held the door for Waddles—He's so cute and tiny!—and the pig stepped out, sniffed the air, and waddled over close to the woods to take care of his morning business.
Let's see. I always let him out, then had breakfast, then called him back in, so I have about half an hour before I have to duck out of sight.
"Waddles," she called softly.
He heard and galumphed over to her. He knew her. Her different size, her different voice, didn't matter. She scooped him up. "Oh, I love you!" she said as he curled into a ball and nuzzled her cheek. "Let's go for a walk."
She set him down, and they went down the Mystery Trail, past the Bottomless Pit—not yet fenced off—and as far as the bonfire clearing, where she sat on a log and played with him, laughing through tears. "I'm gonna have to say goodbye, later," she whispered. "But remember, no matter what, I'll always love you!"
Too soon she heard her own younger voice calling, probably for the second time and more loudly, "Waddles!"
"Go on," she told the pig, patting his bottom. He trotted back to the other Mabel, his Mabel.
What day is this? Mabel wondered. What day made him happiest?
She sat too long. Someone spoke, startling her. "Whoops, sorry, didn't know anybody was here!"
Wendy.
Mabel stood up. "I was just, uh—I used to come here when I was a girl—" she began.
"Mabel?" Wendy asked, blinking and staring. "Mabel? Is that you?"
"Haven't changed all that much, have I?" she asked. "Oh, my God, you're so young! Can—can I hug you?"
She was a little bit taller than the fifteen-year-old Wendy, who would add a few inches to her height in the next two years. Mabel couldn't help crying again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to let anyone see me. Time travel. I came back to—to visit Waddles."
"Oh, man," Wendy said. "Dipper's told me about this kind of stuff! Come on back to the Shack and surprise him!"
"No, I can't," Mabel said. "Don't even tell him you met me. That would cause problems with time."
"Oh."
Something in Wendy's voice hit her then. "Uh—what's wrong, Wendy?"
"Just—just the end of summer," Wendy faltered. "I—I hate that you and Dip are goin' home today."
Oh, my God! Of course! Waddles thought I was gonna leave him, and I nearly had to, but Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford made the bus driver take him aboard—of course he was happiest on that day!
"Oh, yeah," Mabel said. "Our birthday was yesterday. We turned thirteen."
"Technical teens," Wendy said with a ghost of a grin. A tear ran down her cheek.
"But you don't have to cry," Mabel said.
"I—I guess I can tell you a secret," Wendy said. She sat on the log, and Mabel sat beside her. "See, Dipper admitted to me a while back that he has a crush on me. I already knew, but I had to let him down. You know, me fifteen, him twelve. But now he's going away, and I'll never see him again, and—I just can't tell him I'm kinda-sorta in love with him, too. It's hard, Mabel."
Mabel bit her lip. "Listen," she said. "I may get in big trouble because of this, but—OK, I'm gonna say it. You gotta give Dipper a note. Have all his friends here sign it. You sign it, too. Here's the most important part—write on it 'See you next summer.' And wait for him. He'll come back. And he'll grow up, Wendy. And if you wait for him—it's gonna happen. I promise. Just stay in touch, and—most important—when the time comes, the age difference won't mean a thing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Trust me, I know. OK, I've got a few hours today. I'm gonna stay close to the Shack and get in as much time with Waddles as I can. Then I'm going back to the future, and thirteen-year-old Mabel and Dipper are going back to Piedmont. But he doesn't just have a crush, Wendy. He really and truly loves you. So write the note, give it to him before he gets on the bus, and things will all work out. Promise me?"
"Yeah. I promise."
"Oh—and tell Grunkle Stan that when the time comes for us to leave, to make sure Waddles gets on the bus, too! I—Oh, I love you like a sister, Wendy! You won't believe how happy you're gonna be with Dip."
"That—that means a lot to me, Mabes," Wendy whispered.
"OK, you'd better get back. Don't say anything to anyone about this. Be sure to do the note thing. Oh, and Wendy—do me one more favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Tell Pacifica that Mabel's waiting—in the future. Don't explain."
"All right," Wendy said with a lopsided smile. "I'll do it." She mimed zipping her lip.
The day passed. Out of her eight hours, Mabel spent about three in Waddles's company as her brother and her younger self got ready to leave Gravity Falls. She spent more time standing out of sight, watching things unfold—finally the kids coming out, glum, with their suitcases, the bus pulling up, Dipper and Mabel and—finally—Waddles climbing aboard. And all their friends running as far as they could to see the twins and the pig off.
She stood alone near the Shack. The flash came. Benjamin stood there. "How d-did it go?"
"It went good," Mabel said, handing over the time tape. "I said goodbye." She sniffled and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'll still miss him but I—I can handle it now. Uh, how much time has gone by while I—?"
"A m-minute," Blendin said. "Well, I-I g-guess we're e-even."
"Thanks, Blendin. Goodbye."
"N-no, I d-don't think it's g-goodbye," he said, smiling. "I'll s-see you again. In time."
He flashed out of existence.
"Aunt Mabel!" It was red-headed Amanda, running down the hill to meet her. "Hi!"
Mabel swept her up in her arms. "Hi, Sweetie! Where's your bro-bro?"
Squirming, Amanda laughed. "He can't find his shoes!"
Carrying the six-year old up the hill to the Shack, Mabel laughed. "When your dad was six, he had the same problem! All the time! Every morning!" She paused and looked back at the green grave. "Hey, let me tell you a story about the most special pig in the whole world," she said, and they went back to join the family.
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His Dark Materials S2 Ep 6 - Rambling/Thoughts
I really cannot believe that we’re at the penultimate episode already, oh my gosh. It’s gone by so fast??
Again, because I’ve reread TSK in the last couple of weeks, the book is fresh in my mind but I’ve probably still missed stuff
Also last week was so intense and seeing the “previously on” section made me remember just how intense that was, so it’s a hard job to top that!
ANGELS AHH RIGHT AWAY IM GEEKING OUT
“The last time they were seen was to make war” - IT’S HAPPENING ASDFGHJKL
Ruta going off to see Asriel and me just remembering what exactly went down between them while she was there with him... heh
So Will’s hand looks AWFUL oh my god poor Will 😭
Pan is REALLY into his Red PAN-da form oh my goodness
So the other kids out for revenge terrified the living SHIT out of me, dear god I don’t think it could be any creepier than dozens of them appearing out of the shadows like that, like it’s genuinely terrifying
Serafina just dropped right in to rescue them and I was both relieved and a little disappointed? Because in the book the whole chase sequence is so much longer and more important, like it takes up most of an entire chapter I think, and here it’s like two minutes?
Serafina: What does this edge cut? // Lyra: Everything (Will at the same time: Nothing.) - 😂
I missed Lee and Jopari tbh so yay to seeing them once more! And they’ve crossed into the next world!
Oh hi again Mary!
^ I wasn’t expecting to see Mary again this series because in TSK book, her last appearance is going through the window (which was last episode), so I’m a little curious as to whether we’re going to get a TINY little peek into The Amber Spyglass here (it’s been years since I reread it, I apologize). Because last series they did a bit of TSK (namely introducing Will + him crossing into Cittagazze), so it would be interesting!
“Good, something I can understand for a change” - LOL Same
Serafina wants to take Lyra back to her world?? Really??
Not gonna lie, the two girls spying on Mary was kind of low-key creepy
Lyra mentioning that she crossed worlds to find out about Dust and mentioning Roger 😭
Also I’m so emotional over just how much she wants Will to be safe, like she would really do anything to keep him safe and I love it
Lyra asking the Alethiometer where Will’s dad is and “he’s in this world” - ahhh it’s going to happen!
Also I really hope that the BBC/whoever decides to sell replica Alethiometers because the design is so beautiful?! I would fork out serious dough for one, and it would go nicely with the one I have from the film
No but seriously, words don’t describe just how badly I want a replica
“I wanted to fly so I summoned you here, now I’m flying” - LOL OKAY THEN JOHN
Ooh damn, that outfit Marisa is wearing is FINE. I’m slightly gayer than I was before, ngl
I was like “nooo Mary don’t be nice to these kids, they’re awful”
But it’s very sweet that she offers them food?? Like she pulls a chocolate bar out and is like “it’s no good for you, it’s full of sugar”... I love her
The way that Mary was so happy and excited when they mentioned Lyra, only to tell the girls off for trying to kill her - more of a mum than Mrs Coulter tbh
“Miss, can I have a hug?” - AWWW OMG WHY AM I SAD
They asked Mary to stay and look after them omg 😭😭😭
“Come with me, I’ll bring you to your adults” - ooh okay this could go any number of ways... Either she actually reunites them with their families and all’s well, or she takes them up there and their parents/adults are all dead (for lack of a better word)? Or the Spectres attack after Mary leaves them with the adults??
Jopari talking about meeting his dæmon and also a little bit about trying to get back to his family :(
“Can you magic us up a fire?” “One moment” *presents a box of matches” - LMFAO
Wait did Serafina seriously just imply that she thought Will might hurt Lyra?!?
Serafina saying that if protecting Lyra means protecting Will as well... Yes, protect Will please! Protect BOTH of these children, I literally BEG you, they’ve gone through far too much
Ooh okay so the witch ritual/spell was kind of cool to see!
Lyra saying “please tell me he’ll be alright” 😭♥️
The fact that Lyra curled up close to Will and then Pan (in ermine form) curled up CLOSER to Will is so cute, they both love Will so much
Pan: “We feel safe her... don’t we?” / OOF OKAY THIS IS F I N E
I already know what Lyra’s “other name” is because I read the book but the hints are anything BUT subtle tbh. “Mother of us all, cause of all sin, tempted by the serpent”... I’m not even that religious but I think it’s pretty obvious.
Also, if Mary is playing the part of the “serpent” within Lyra’s destiny, does that mean that Mary has tempted Lyra? Or that she will?
Boreal being nervous about being in the city and Marisa is just so unimpressed by him... Mood
That smirk she had when going up to that Spectre victim was so chilling, we have to stan Ruth Wilson and her incredible acting
Also, fun fact, Ruth Wilson went to my sixth form college and is from Surrey (like me), and she grew up in Shepperton, which is where my Nan used to live when she was alive (my uncle and aunt live there still), so that’s super exciting!
“We could learn from this” - PLEASE DO NOT MA’AM
God I hate the Magisterium so fucking much, the patriarchy is so strong with them
Oh great, now they’re gunning to kill Lyra :/
Also, off topic, I’ve only just connected that Will Keen, who plays Father MacPhail, is Dafne Keen’s dad?!?
“She’s lost a lot for one so young” - AND SHE’S STILL GOING TO LOSE PEOPLE, WHY IS THIS FAIR PHILIP PULLMAN 😭
“She must be protected” - AGAIN, they BOTH need protecting PLEASE
The Spectre noises reminded me of the noises of the Smoke Monster from LOST, so that’s definitely trippy for me
Thanks, I hate it
I nearly shouted “WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING” out loud in front of both my parents, I seriously thought she had a damn death wish
I have never been so damn tense in my entire life as I am watching this show - and I KNOW what happens
HOW DID SHE DO THAT WITH THE SPECTRES SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN
Lee’s so worried about Lyra - 11/10, Father of the Year
The Magisterium airships... NO. FUCK. WE’RE AT THAT POINT ALREADY AND IM NOT OKAY BECAUSE I KNOW HOW AND WHERE THIS ENDS AND I HATE IT
I deadass thought Marisa and Carlo were about to kiss when he ran up to her and I actually said out loud “NO please don’t”
Look I must just be so dirty minded but when she said “let’s celebrate”, my immediate reaction was “NO NO NO NO EW EW EW NO” and “I hope she just means having a drink and not doing the frickety-frack”
I was so close to tearing up as Will was talking about his mum, her illness, and the boys who were mean to her because of it. His love for his mum is so beautifully written and the way Amir Wilson is playing Will is so wonderful
I was also close to tears when he was talking about his dad and how he used to imagine about his dad, so maybe I’m just emotional anyway
“Could go to school... have friends” - okay yeah no I’m definitely crying 😭
“I couldn’t trust anyone.” “Until you met me.” “Yeah.” - EXCUSE ME ♥️😭 my HEART
I love one (1) soft boy, and one (1) feral girl and her dæmon
The relief I felt when I saw Marisa and Carlo were literally just having drinks 😅
“They consume what makes us human, so I just suppressed that and hid it” + *cut to the monkey looking kinda sad/uncomfortable* - Umm fUCK OKAY THEN
Why am I feeling sorry for the monkey?!?
“You think we’re equal?” - LMFAO RIGHT
EWW THEY KISSED. No, just... nO
When I saw his snake dæmon moving towards her monkey, I thought one of two things was about to happen: 1) the monkey was going to pet and paw and the snake as Marisa seduced Boreal, or 3) the monkey was going to strange the snake and kill Boreal
OKAY THIS TOOK A SHARP BUT NOT UNWELCOMED TURN
“You’ve NEVER been my equal.” “You’d only hold me back.” - OH MY GOD YES THE SHADE
She’s not wrong though let’s be honest here
So she poisoned him I’m assuming? She poisoned his drink because the monkey didn’t actually touch the snake... damn.
Her just sitting there and continuing to drink with his dead body there is... damn.
“Into that valley” NO NO, please no
Jopari really just summoned a whole damn storm huh
Also the fact he fully trusts in Lee’s abilities to land them safely :3
Lee: “Can we trust him?” // Hester: “Do we have another choice?!!” - LMFAO I love them so much
THE WAY I NEARLY SCREAMED WHEN THAT WITCH GOT ATTACKED BY A SPECTRE OMFG AT LEAST WILL WAS THERE TO SAVE HER
Okay but did Marisa REALLY sit there for HOURS with Boreal’s corpse sitting opposite her?!?
Her burning her hand on the flame in front of the monkey, and the monkey clearly whimpering and in pain was so agonizing to watch, I can’t take this show
Also, you have to wonder just how many times she’s harmed herself (and him) for her to keep doing it with next to no problems (like separating from each other all the time)
I was so excited to see the birds attacking the zeppelins, like it was one of my favourite details in the book, and I worried that they wouldn’t have the budget for it but yay!
I do kind of wish that we’d had Sayan Kötor as the “eagle Queen” leading them though - she probably was but I wish we’d actually seen it or heard Jopari say it or whatever
THEY SHOT THE GAS CANNISTER OH SHIT THEY’RE GOING DOWN HARD AND FAST IN THAT BALLOON
HOLD ON BBC YOU CANNOT END THIS THERE?!? EXCUSE ME?!
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The last episode is next week and on an hour earlier, so that’s exciting! I have no idea what I’ll do once this series ends, or when we’ll even get the third and final series because of COVID and filming delays, but I’m excited for it nonetheless and hoping it’s next November/December or something!
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Unfiltered thoughts watching mission impossible rouge nation inspired by @chaotically-cas
(sorry its so long my brain is all over the place)
this is also part 14 of me watching it every day :/
CURSING WARNING !! ALSO SPOILERS !!!
why is brandt first to speak
starting out with "shit" good call benji
brandt man we get the package is on the mcfucking plane
badass luther 10/10
nervous benji 10/10
that one sound effects sounds like the discord notif
why he in a fancy suit
*jumps on a plane with almost no plan on getting inside*
why did tom cruise think this was agood idea?
but like why would benji even open the ramp?
how is he not winded from that?
classic ethan
THE INTRO 1000/10
SOLOMON LANE !!
wait you can already see lane in the record shop.
how do they tell the agents these little convos?
also damn way to give it away
what if someone just looked in that room and saw the secret message?
also how did the disc get changed? because the imf definitely didnt make that
and how did lane know where he was going?
speaking of lane---
dang that man is pretty
he always sets guns down carefully
i can only see alec baldwin as trump from his snl skits so i dont take hunley seriously ;-;
damn brandt needs to step it up. man keeps letting himself be inturrupted
bruh the imf is only luck
why did no one resrict his legs?
also why is janik such an asshole?
dang she cool !!
why does it take janik so long to get that gun?
bravo-echo 1-1
this man is bleeding but decided instead of taking care of his wound he calls brandt.
i like how you actually see ethan worried and confused trying to plan his next moves. he is rarely caught off guard so it's refreshing to see his more human side
hunley spitting accusations damn bro
also a big fuck you from ethan to hunley
dang ethan is good
brandts little hidden smile
and ethan leaving trails
bitch how you sketch that good???
STAN BENJI !!
youve won, your way out of a job
benji is good
my little brandt x benji shipper in me is happy
simon pegg is such a good actor
the first time i saw this i was like: aww noooo
all dunn with that
TO THE OPERA !!!
TUX BENJI TUX BENJI
i cant tell if that was ethan
it just looks like youre talking to yourself thats more sus than using a phone
want drama? go to the opera
ok but like if you look like that im sorry you are a bad guy. thats like a stereotypical bad guy face
benji-
you can see ethan in the background of that scene
flute gun flute gun
oh no benji is in the closet. dont worry man we love you
if i were there and i just had a good vantage point i could find lane in an instant
ooh ilsa pretty
pipe gun
also pamphlet computer
those key things are cool and plausible
spiderman spiderman does whatever, ethan hunt can?
a W O M A N
what W O M A N?
reminds me of a marshmallow gun i made out if pvc pipes.
why does she not put that thing back?
also the dude loads it and then later it is unloaded
dang that guy is pretty tall.
ethan is so tiny
dis bitch is like uhh gimmie a sec to catch my breath mate
why he only dropkick people?
only 30 mins in ?!?!
the cinematography is exquisite
yes benji goin sicko mode
*gets shot* just a flesh wound
bruh i would've been so startled at that
i love how confused he is at that
ilsa saves ethan once again
they did this on the first day of filming
skdjs
ah yes random package in car = not bomb totally
if she tried to shoot benji then yes she is a bad person
but she didnt try to, she could've easily but didn't
benji being paranoid
she could just say the dude's name
benji being scared
hunley jumping to conclusions
brandt actually cares yeey
why di they approach from different sides of the street they were in the same car.
benji was far away from the sparks why he flinch?
friendship goals
oop plot dump that only mission impossible can get away with
ok...
why this mf's voice so smooth
lane is struggling with chopsticks
also lane :))))
ive chocked on my water so many times watching this scene
lanes voice :))))))
SHE RUINED HIS SUSHI WHAT THE FUCK ILSA
this man dont know what personal space is
gotta look up these peeps mbti types
casablanca references
also benji is wearing dollar store lookin glasses while ethan is wearing some fancy glasses
luther is top notch
as much as i dont like jeremy renner he delivers these lines really well
because atlee is a bitch
oh honey please, impossible is a walk in the park
benji just wants to wear a mask
id be so nervous walking through those
yes...
personal wellbeing who?
why not bring a plastic bottle full of air?
tom cruise can hold his breath for 6 minutes and he learned to do so for that scene
luther big brain
damn cctv
why did they need to break in while benji was going in?
das sus but ok
also isnt et voila french?
she just randomly tapping the ipad
benji being stressed
if he missed the exact center
i want one of those to open my locker's lock
if he just went with the current and didnt try to force his way against the water ilsa wouldn't have had to save him
imagine if he put the wrong one in-
she is breathing heavily to over saturate her body with oxygen so she can hold her breath longer
see ilsa makes it out without well and she went with the current
BENJI'S OUTFIT YESSS :))))))
no you didn't
you gave her a false sense of security
ethan's confused face for the next like 10 mins is great
liar
why does that one man look like sean ambrose?
parkour
skdjdksjdjdkfjs
the facial acting in this
STAIRS STAIRS STAIRS
the glare yesss
vrrrm vrrm
hey its you !
drivin like a grandma
shit !
benji just screaming
im convinced that ethan is indestructible
no you didn't survive that
bonk
dskfh
ethan didnt just-
also why didnt benji just tell ethan he made a copy ???
dont shoot and drive kids
high speed motorcycle chase with no helmet or leather. tom cruise, how?
i wanna learn how to drive a motorcycle
HOW THE FUCK IS HE NOT DEAD YET ?!?!
the lighting
ofc brandt would be the person why sits backwards on a chair. fkn bi vibes
benji to the rescue
fuck off atlee
i am so proud of us ...
the lines are done so well here
benji lookin like how i look when my parents argue
YES THIS SCENE
LANE LANE LANE LANE LANE
im too fucking gay for this movie-
once again no personal space
*inhales* :))))))))))))))
ive like memorized the entire script of this including the music
1 man performance of m:i5 ???
benji's outfit
also i love how youre able to see the characters in the background. props for the attention to detail
i need that haircut because his hair is lookin A+
fuck you atlee
ilsa spitting straight facts
uhh ilsa he still loves julia
NO BENJI NOOOO
EW FUCK OFF JANIK NO ONE LIKES YOU
speak of the devil-
betrayal--
WOULDNT YOU LIKE TO KNOW WEATHER BOY !??
actin sus
BENJI LANE BENJI LANE
his posture shdhskhsj (i cant be talking though)
0 personal space whatsoever
why does everyone have the same haircut in this???
simon mcburney pretending to be hunt prentending to be atlee
manipulation !?
the syndicate you say ? i know a thing or two about them 😼😼😼
damn though renner delivers these lines really well
a black tie? how informal. ..
complimenting hunt right infront of him
but he really didnt
i never realized that they were on the clock for this
huh...
the lil head nod though-
HAHA YEAH FUCK YOU ATLEE
is it bad that i hate atlee more than i hate lane?
ethan big smart wrinkle brain
janik just reading a fucking magazine
ethan has a photographic memory
oh look its benji :)))
lane :))))
ethan being tough
it must be aquward to get the low angle shots
lane is running out the clock to put pressure on ethan hmmm big brain
it isnt working though :\
damn he so cocky that hes telling the villain his plan
ill give you 1/5 of the money you wanted to get my bf back
ok but like does tom cruise just not age?
kill the woman
ugh i hate janik
the trust that is shown between those two is great
yes the score and the chase are so great
also this man really hates windows for some reason
fuck off janik
sneaky sneaky
EYY ITS LANE !!!
yeyy janik is dead
once again dodging bullets and hating glass
couldve killed him but needed him alive
the glass box
badass ethan
all the pretty men assembled
lane really let himself go aster this
dang though lane is my favorite villain ever
i like how for once the girl and the guy just are friends instead of romantically involved
eyy the callbacks to how the movie started.
welcome to the imf
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winter’s fanfic recs
last updated: 5 July 2020
ok so you want good fanfics?? emotional rollercoasters?? gut wrenching angst?? toe curling fluff???  well listen I have you covered. keeping this pinned (maybe) and ill try update whenever i can!
listen i consume so much fanfiction per day it tends to all get blurred in my head, plus life lol. so these fics are truly standouts because they resonated that much with me that i have reread them countless times, and will continue to do so!!!
below the cut are links to the fic and some brief comments where i tried to encapsulate as much as I could, as concisely as possible LMAO but it was really hard okay
anyone who follows me knows i am Rain’s Biggest Fan lMAOOOO so it comes as no surprise that i recommend everything by @/revasserium
but here are a handful...that, you know, if the world ended and all the libraries burnt to crisps and the internet emptied itself...these r the ones i’d salvage:
found among the ruins - kageyama x reader all time favourite, nothing will change this from being my #1. this has lines you won’t forget!! fantastic historical references just woven into this story, ties in amazingly with kageyama like. damn. “when they lose to seijoh, he doesn’t cry” is just such an iconic line, it randomly comes back at me and i HAVE to go and reread this. brilliant. brilliant. brilliant.
universal truths - kageyama x reader ok this fic is barely a day old and it’s pinned on my blog so go and read it now. just read the author’s note at the beginning and tell me you’re not immediately enticed lmao. i can't say anymore about this bc words just don’t do it justice so just read rain’s tags:
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and tell me this isn’t poetry 
love as dead as one of the languages - oikawa x reader (assassin au) LIKE...THIS IS NOT A STORY THIS IS A WHOLE MOVIE. oikawa n iwaizumi duo as assassins and yes it’s just as sexy as u think. perfect undertones of angst, oikawa angst by rain is the Best thing ever. man read this so you can talk to me about it, im obsessed w spy aus and this comes rlly close
so this is how summer ends - oikawa x reader
first paragraph in this is probably singlehandedly the most phenomenal metaphor i have ever come across. it just sets the tone for the story incredibly well and i have no words, this really, really, really hurt me but i Always come back to it, because there’s a hopeful part of me that thinks it might be different each time lMAO
hate - tsukki x reader this is AWESOME. the pacing of this fic is just to die for, you’ll know what i mean when you read. the cold open, but then the way it just develops throughout the story and you finally get the full picture - phew. absolutely a masterpiece, yet again, and it’s so so perfect. don’t be shy read it
stolen kisses - sakusa x reader imsidjakjdha this is awesome, great reading of sakusa, so fluffy and adorable and toe curlingly sweet. i love this, really adore this and it’ll make you feel so much better if you’re having a bad day, trust me on this. fricking adorable
those who make sandcastles - kakashi x reader
so I’ve never watched naruto ever lmao (except two episodes rain generously linked me which...I still never recovered from) but this is so so unspeakably beautiful to me. I don’t think you understand...like from a person who didn’t know who this guy was, god reading this was a raw experience and I just. it’s gorgeous please talk to me about this fic. I’m sure it’ll hit way different when u actually know his character. but omg I just. 😭 so many gorgeous lines in this fic in PARTICULAR I am never gonna be over this one
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next we have the iconic @/bleedinqhearts and you’ve probably come across her work at some point or another, so good!!!! well i have more to show you!!!!!!!
what we owe to each other - oikawa x reader (spy au) THIS is the fic that inspired me to write no sound like silence lmao so go and read this one bc it’s infinitely more superb and snappy and WOW. it honestly takes a lot for me to EVER reread fanfics, but this one is One i easily, easily come back to because it’s so addictively well-written. the cliffhanger at the beginning tho ooooffff ;)
we were thieves - kuroo x reader (heist?au) one of the most criminally underrated fics if i’m honest!! so great so great, kuroo is just OOOF in this like, just WAIT til he comes in. honestly sad this is the only part but hey there’s just so much description that you can easily insert this as ur emotional support daydream and enjoy ur own spin-off in ur head
with time - ushijima x reader yeah like, this has 1000+ notes for GOOD reason. fricking amazing, absolutely tore me apart but the ending is so endearing, so sweet, you’ll probably shed a couple tears. ushijima being a big oaf is all i live for and UGH this will literally make you squeal, it is SO helplessly adorable and sweet and i just want to be in love so bad
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ok next writer is @/xuyue who you all know i Stan. just go and read all of her works please i beg of you, she’s got some incredible lines and fricking gorgeous pacing, i feel like im on cloud nine with every one of her fics. but you ALL know which one my favourite is:
asteria - yamaguchi x reader I WILL GO TO THE GRAVE WITH THIS FIC I SWEAR ITS AMAZING...i fell head over heels in love with yamaguchi after reading this lmao like wow. and the last line will haunt you forever and ever...just go to the reblogs of this fic and you’ll see the trail of my comments and delirious ramblings lmao
between us - iwaizumi x reader (historical au)
HI LMAO THIS SERIES WILL ABSOLUTELY RUIN YOU ITS THE FRIKCIRHH BEST historical aus have NEVER been done better yue clearly put in a ton of effort to research this and FIRCK Japanese edo period just...comes to LIFE before your eyes like GOD...but this fic encapsulates forbidden love, mutual pining but 100x angstier, and I think you’ll just be overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness all the way through. goddd iwaizumi is just SO noble in this and part 6 will fricking obliterate you also please read if it’s you which is oikawa x reader (historical au) ahahaah ahaha
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ok ok. are u ready for the kicker coz yes its the amazing @/krystallisert my blog is currently named after two of her fics because i am but a Shrine to god tier writing. so check out the link in my description box (god who am i) and browse throughhhh <3 NOT my masterlist do NOT interact
da capo - oikawa x reader x iwaizumi (soulmate au, unrequited love) THE FACT WE STANNED THIS SO HARD THAT NIGHT LMAOAOOA I LOVE IT. i even have a tag for this fic, that’s how bad it got me. honestly my hands are shaking as i type this bc i really don't know how to explain how incredible this fic is..how much it means to me. i CRIED so hard, i screamed and cursed like this GOT me. i said it once before, but this story EVOLVES before your eyes - each chapter is in a new perspective and you collect all these new details, you see things in a new light, and iwaizumi’s chapter will properly break your heart...but also oikawa’s chapter shook me to the core n i really LOVE the characterisation here. 
bitter/sweet - ushijima x reader (fake dating au, billionaire au) uMMMMM THE FACT I ALSO HAVE A TAG FOR THIS WHY DIDNT ANY OF YALL MESSAGE ME ABOUT THIS ??? i had a TIME reading this fic. i had the best time of my life. god when you find people who can write ushijima it’s the best fricking thing ever. like...he is so amazing in this oh my god. this fic in particular brings the characters and the scenes to LIFE. it just feels so real, so tangible, and you...you just know what i mean if you read it ok. i was blushing all throughout this fic, tingles up my spine...the LOT
highways: in defiance - oikawa x reader (dystopian au)
oh my god. ok I am really not coherent right now as I type this bc my emotions have seriously been sucked dry...THIS fic is absolutely stunning. please read it. the relationship building is so gorgeously executed, you will fall in love with ever-observant, rebellious oikawa, he is just a DREAM in this. I am so in love oh my gosh it’s so beautiful, I love them, I’m in love, it hurt in a lot of places but the ending will just make you so soft for the universe 🥺
highways: in colour - akaashi x reader (dystopian au)
HEY THIS FIC BROKE ME LMAOOOO GODDDD this is the first instalment of the highways series that I read and yeah it’s GORGEOUS. the language is so vivid and colourful, you’ve got smuggler/painter akaashi vibes whose creativity has been repressed because of this totalitarian regime, and this secret lil relationship is just doomed from the start but it makes you hope, so desperately, it just makes you hope and hope and hope because that’s what dystopian stories are all about right? the ending will BREAK you
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a new addition bc this writer is so brilliant, so big-brained, I am genuinely in love with everything she’s ever written MUAH I LOVE @/wander-lu5t
underwater — ushijima x reader
this basically follows canon post timeskip so WOW it’s amazing and so beautiful. a long fic but seriously not to be missed, every chapter is so engaging and beautiful and you will just feel so so so much. the characterisation is absolutely impeccable!!! I love it so much...I have so many feelings...ahhhh
into the new world - atsumu x reader, ushijima x reader, kita x reader (soulmate au)
HAHAHAHA FRICK THIS SERIES IS ACTUALLY JUTST BLOODY INCREDIBLE WOULD PAY FOR A WHOLE BOOK FILLED WITH EVERY CHARACTER FROM HQ IN THIS SETTING!!! so it’s a three part series featuring diff characters in which reader is thrown into a new world and meets her soulmate, discovering their name is written somewhere on their body. it’s just amazing. I do not know which one is my favourite truly. they’re all so incredibly good in their own right and of course the characterisation is amazing. to summarise the way I feel:
atsumu: HILARIOUS. you will be laughing from start to end, I swear. he is such a drama baby but it’s so funny lmao. the dynamics are seriously to die for, everything is just brilliant!!! if you need a pick me up, read this!! and the ending is just AGHHH IT TIES THE FIC TOGETHER IN SUCH A LOVELY MANNER
ushijima: THIS WAS SOOO INTERESTING OMG. reader is low key so dodgy LMAO we love to see that scoundrel energy contrast against prim and perfect ushijima. another gorgeous one, there’s one line in here that especially broke my heart and you will know which one it is. sigh...OH AND TENDOU IN THIS LMAO
kita: ok this is possibly my favourite one of the three...I’m so??!?! it’s especially magical ahhh and romantic, you will swoon so much. if you want to feel particularly swept off your feet, kita’s your man, and this fic is the one for you. I am so in love with him after this LMAO like to an unhealthy degree. I just want to move into the countryside on a farm and live my best life with that man <3 and his grandma LMAO
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here’s a RANDOM RANDOM rec bc it’s not haikyuu, it’s star wars, it’s reylo aka one of the most controversial ships in the world yes, i know -
crossroads trilogy - reylo YEPPP this series absolutely ruined me and it will ruin you too. the plot in this is like crazy good and the fact it was written pre-the last jedi always kinda freaks me out bc of how many parallels it had to the movie. wow. yeah i should reread this bc it was absolutely incredible 
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in conclusion please go and tell your favourite writers that you enjoyed what they wrote! it’s a simple gesture of appreciation & it really does mean a lot, so don’t forget to say thank you!! they work hard ya know!!
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pls scream about Leo a lil bit cause my love for that man is neverending and i live for you guys' blog,,, and ur comte love fuels me??? head empty except for those two pureblood clowns
HNGNGNG I hope that both you and everyone that reads my shenanigans knows how utterly understood I feel when I see anyone stan Comte, if not both of those idiot purebloods bc good lord...I live for two tired fossil men that just want DOMESTIC BLISS. Literally they have no brain cells beyond respect women and we love that for us, it’s spectacular!!
Under a cut bc I went off and is long:
That being said I’d be happy to yell abt Leo!! Where do I even begin, this man was the reason I got into Ikevamp in the first place, and I’ve read just about every single one of his events at this point. He just makes me so TENDER!!!!!! For whatever reason the first thing that came to mind was this one time he lies about being jealous and MC is lolol u a fool if you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. And he’s so fuckiNG SHOOK?????? It’s even funnier because she’s internally like [I’m not 100% sure but for a second there he almost looked mad...time to test this theory even if it’s just A GAME T H E O R Y] And he’s so fucking pikachu meme that shit sends me. I can’t handle the fact that he’s so used to people just assuming he’s fine, that he can handle himself. That he’s lived for so long without really anyone noticing at all. (Comte absolutely notices and will lightly roast him, but doesn’t really push him about it or wants to overstep). And so when MC just actively pays attention and is so gentle with him he’s just floored???
God I’m crying now, but I will just never forget the funeral scene in his fucking rt. This asshole, this absolute moron, straight up tries to come at us with “yOu GeT uSeD tO iT aFtEr HaLf A mIlLeNiUm, i’M nOt SaD”. Like are you serious. Come here and let me hold you before I throttle you. Absolute clown. He’s just always trying so hard to get by on his own and it breaks my heart. How long...how long has he lived just getting by, nursing his own wounds and dragging himself up all by himself. HE LEFT HOME AT LIKE 14 (whatever the fuCK SOME TOO YOUNG AGE) AND RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT HATED HIM FOR HIS TALENT. HE REMEMBERS HIS MENTORS DESTROYING HIS UTENSILS WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE PARENTS THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY REJECTED ANY EXPRESSION OF LOVE OR COMPASSION FOR HUMANITY THAT HE CHERISHED SO DEEPLY. I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY FUCKING HELL.
Like.........there’s just........I don’t know how to explain it, but I once saw it explained so well in a post. It was basically talking about Castlevania, and how in that show Dracula sees humanity’s folly and develops so much hatred he just goes straight to murder rage. And while in some ways I understand that, I understand even more deeply Trevor’s response to humanity’s fear and violence. He says that he knows they’re short-sighted, that maybe we all just don’t deserve saving...but that he’s going to do it anyway. Leonardo just so much gives me that energy of knowing there’s so much pain in the world, but all we can do is keep walking--keep trying, even if we have to claw our way forward. Because if you only see the awfulness in front of you, you forget the way that strangers make silly faces at babies to make them laugh on the train, how a friend will put everything down to race over to someone and comfort them with some ice cream--do anything they can to distract them from the hurt. How the sight of a child crying will prompt careful cooing from a stranger as to their bravery, an offering of cool water, the gentle placement of a bandaid. How a pair of teenagers will spot a lost child in milliseconds and help them seek out their parents protectively. There is so much wretchedness, but also so much beauty in it all, and the older I get the more I see myself wanting to believe in the latter. I want to be hopeful, and easily impressed, and full of love. To be bitter and jaded accomplishes nothing, and only becomes a worsening self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you seek negativity, the more you will find it; and worse, create it.
I also scream a little bit bc like. I’ve gone on and on about how Comte is very obviously in love with MC all the time, and sure that may be true. But...I really don’t think Leo is exempt from that either if I’m honest lmfao. Only because what does Leonardo do when it isn’t his route? He almost never shows up. Once in a while he might appear for a split second in a scene, but he almost never converses with MC beyond those short moments. While Comte is the one to pine openly, I’d wager Leo is the opposite. He pines in absolute silence, because he knows that if he gets any closer--he’s going to fall. He’s going to enjoy it too much, going to keep seeking out more before he can stop himself. And losing another person he loves...he just can’t do it anymore. In his first meeting story he talks about seeing MC’s eyes and feeling like he’d known them all his life, and even in his MS he speaks to just being completely fascinated by and enamored of her. She doesn’t hesitate, always does her best, meets people head-on and without much hesitation. After a lifetime of people that are probably just immediately interested in him for his talents, or always seeking out his company for the novelty, this is someone that doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s Leonardo da Vinci. Sure she’s aware, and sure she’s impressed to some extent, but her respect--her attraction and admiration--is something that has to be earned. 
There’s something so refreshing about how their love was written. Sure it’s the whole fake marriage to a real relationship, but it’s also a kind of subtle enemies to lovers pulled off masterfully. MC is 100% minding her own business, just wants to do what she must in order to get home, tries to focus on her work to keep from thinking about how much she misses her old life. She doesn’t rely on anyone, doesn’t talk about how hard it is or how scary it is or how confusing. And even Leonardo forgets in his curiosity, is just chillin and also just trying to do the bare minimum to keep from getting too attached--figures he can admire her from a distance. And then he sees her staring at the hourglass. And suddenly, he can’t just watch her do that herself. Just wait for the hard times to pass, just sit with her own loneliness--that hollowing silence. There’s something so moving about it because he reaches out precisely because he knows that feeling to his fucking marrow, and literally just cannot watch somebody else do that to themselves. Sure he’s been dealing with it for three hundred years, BUT THIS GOOD BABIE CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. SHE WORKS HARD AND DESERVES NICE THINGS!!!!!!!! And so he drives her crazy as he races ahead of her, intercepting any attempt for her to preserve that silence and hide. She doesn’t see any pattern to it, and that’s just how he likes it--he doesn’t want her to worry about the how or why. 
Like I fully remembering playing in Japanese and being like oh my fucking god this is hilarious, this man is just a wild fucker and I love this. I was enjoying myself, mostly laughing and shaking my head. But then it just gets so, so serious. I was having so much fun that I, like a fool, forgot the anime effect. If you’re having fun, it’s going to come crashing down without mercy soon enough. And it does. He helps a little girl without any hope play her violin again, and maybe I’m just too English major but I was fucking FLOORED when I realized I didn’t see that that was straight foreshadowing. That little girl without hope? That was MC (and by extension depending on how you play, us). Though the metaphor isn’t quite so easily mapped without a physical space, the connection is clear when you think about it. With his careful social awareness, he makes a place for MC to exist in the mansion so naturally--as though she was meant to be there from the start, crafts a positive impression of her presence with each of the residents. And he does it with zero expectation of anything in return; he’s just happy to see her not stressing herself out anymore or trying to do everything alone. MC doesn’t fall in love with him despite their differences, she falls in love with him because they are the same in a singular and all-encompassing way that matters; they both care about other people so deeply, to the point where they will forego any personal needs in order to make that person’s life easier. Whether it be muting their own hardship, or working to involve another person in a new space (or opening up to the point of self-destruction to keep a person from feeling alone), they go above and beyond what anybody asks of them--perhaps strong to the point of their own detriment, in some cases. 
It’s why I always laugh when he says to Sebastian “That cara mia, she has a good heart.” Of course she does, Leonardo; it certainly takes one to know one. 
And because I literally have no brain cells beyond being in fucking love with Leonardo THE LAKE SCENE IS AN AFFRONT TO MY DIGNITY AND SELF-CONTROL. HOW DARE YOU, SIGNORE. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME AND NOT BAWL MY EYES OUT AND TRY TO KISS YOU ALL AT THE SAME TIME. SIGNORE “hAhA yOu’Re So SmAlL yOu LoOk LiKe YoU’rE DrOwNiNg In My CoAt.” I WOULD DROWN AND DIE HAPPY--BITCH I TELL YOU THAT.
Like. I can’t think of another route I’ve ever done where I spent a good amount of time like “lmfao this guy is so wild im gonna punch him” to just be in a whirlpool of my own tears, regretting my entire fucking LIFE days later. Like Leonardo’s cultural impact???? Fucking immeasurable, I wish every white man disaster I ever met had a hidden heart of gold in all of his boyish dumbassery, an ICONIC himbo of our time. 
Also because I remembered it before posting and I am Dying^TM. The event where MC was a pureblood and he was human. That entire fucking event. I literally can’t think about it without screaming and crying. Her just so flustered at his reaction to her like “oh look, free real estate” as he plops her in his lap, absolutely no fear, treating her like a princess because of her noble title despite NO NECESSITY BEYOND PLAYFULNESS BUT ALSO STILL MEANING IT IN AN EARNEST WAY, being charming to no END just to see her laugh or look away shyly. 
WHEN HE SAID. WHEN HE SAID “...Can’t leave you alone, or you might go off someplace I can’t follow.” I. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU STRIPPED DEVOTION DOWN TO ITS BARE ESSENTIALS!!!!!! GAH HOW MC HERSELF SAYS “I would tell him the truth but...he’s much too generous for a human. I know he would offer his life without a moment’s hesitation.” How Leo describes the aftermath of her biting him: “Lucky for you, I’m a true gentleman, Unlike my principessa, who took me like a storm” HELLO??????? H E L  L O ???????????????????????? ARE WE JUST GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS ENTIRE SOUL WHEN SHE BIT HIM???? I--
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
(Also as much as I love him the cigarillos have got to go at some point, boy do you have any idea the shit secondhand smoke does good lordt)
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I have a lot to say and not enough time to say it. It hurts, but ya’ll know what this is about so if you want my full fandom retrospective opinion thing guys, here.
I’ve been following Vivienne’s art and career since I found her on dA in 2009. I’ve basically grown up with her and have a wide range of opinions up and down her collective work. I must stress that I do not know her as a person and no matter how critical I get in my personal time if I somehow met her in real life or converse with her online again (like, back in the day we went back and forth. She was pretty nice to me), I’d be humble and congratulate her for her success.
Critique does not, EVER equate to attacking people.
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the reason I don’t call myself a VivziePopVivzmind-fan is the exact same as to why I don’t like the proud use of ‘anti’. Let me try and explain -
The vast majority of Viv fans are just that: fans. Viv’s one of their favorite artists and they’re happy for her and obviously defensive when some mouth breather pops into their fan discussion calling her and all of them trash. Quite a lot of the Hazbin fans I know in my circle of friends are all pretty accepting and agree on the problematic notions and implications of her work.
HOWEVER, there’s a vocal minority in the VivziePop fandom that were and still are toxic. Their specific interest in Viv back in the day was toxic...and now that she’s moved on into a successful career I doubt they’ve gone away, considering the things I’ve heard. These people - they’d flood Viv’s comments sections and stuff with messages like they were talking to her when they weren’t and they’d unironically call her a god in a way that feels like gaslighting, ex: “I’ll NEVER be as good as you Viv! My art is just sooooo unpopular oh god you are incredible no one will ever like you as much as meeeee”. It made me uncomfortable. It made me not want to be around her because these people took Viv’s role in their lives so seriously and their demand for her attention...it struck a nerve.
These same fans have been around long enough to see actual shitlords - the likes of Kiwifarms and tapatalk wikis - come in and actually harass Viv. Viv’s been sent revenge porn by sick freaks who think they’re funny and believe she deserves it. No. In my non-name fan bystander opinion, Viv’s got some shit to work on, but no one deserves raperevenge porn. EVER. It was genuinely bad and yes Viv and her base have every reason to NOT TRUST these communities. Unfortunately, when these incidents happened, these particular fans took it upon themselves to gatekeep the fandom and act like Viv’s unofficial guard against any kind of decenting opinion of her, all without her say so.
((to the critics who will be all “but Viv or Faust said THIS to their fans-”, like I said, Viv’s far from perfect but regardless of how much she prolly wanted people to side with her I’m gonna guess that she didn’t want people sending transphobic death threats to DollCreep. Again, and this is coming from a bystander here, I have a feeling Viv knows about some of the toxicity but doesn’t know how/want to address it - which is a conversation all it’s own.))
This particular breed of VivziePop “fan” holds so much toxicity in her fandom(s). They aren’t the only cause, but they’re there. They feel entitled to her attention and her approval. They creep me out. Having spoken to other much-less critical admitted fans of Viv around me, these fans appear to creep everyone else out and put the rest of the fandom on edge. They’re gatekeepers. They’re creeps. Like the bronies and SU fans of yestertodayyears, they know harassment exists and that people have crossed the line - so they think any means is necessary to prevent that is automatically good. I could pile together all the incidents and folks who’ve had bad runs ins with this aftershock of Viv-obsession, but I do have a life of my own and this post is already stupid long so I’ll just list out the biggest examples and provide receipts when asked.
Critical blogs have gotten RAPE and death threats because they don’t like Viv’s art. HonestZoophobiaCriticisms, a blog I interracted with back in the day, def got one. Now Viv’s opinion of crit-blogs is that they’re “bad takes” but I can assure you she doesn’t want that shit being said on her behalf.
I’ve seen young artists get blacklisted from sites and forums cause they so much as post a redesign. Viv and co get told through the grapevine that someone’s making hatespeech and so preemptively block said person (prolly cause they’re in the middle of WORKING and can’t deal right now) only to find out after the fact that no, it was just a kid drawing their version of her characters. There’s serious miscommunication issues within the fandom about who’s ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and once you get the actual staff involved in this game of telephone you’re begging for trouble. The problem acknowledged, however, it’s souly from the “Viv never did anything wrong camp”. No word is said about how ugly the fandom is under the surface it’s all one type of person’s fault and not complicated’. Blah
I’ve only ever had ONE obsessive ‘fan’ who’d stalk me, mock me, and then redraw my art just to get attention from me. That shit fucked with my head. As a follower hundreds of miles away from Viv who’s agreed/disagreed with her through the years - I absolutely believe her when she says she hates ‘creeps’ and that she doesn’t want anyone in her fandom spreading hate on her behalf. It’s the one thing about her I’m POSITIVELY sure of. Whether she believes that said underlying harassment exists and/or is even a problem within her fandoms is anyone’s guess. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to write stupid blog entries like this, talk about fandoms and media and how they and the real world affect one another, and rb fan art I like. I’m cautiously optimistic fan with a side of salt.
Mixed opinions and critique within a fandom CAN and SHOULD exist. Hazbin Hotel has been greenlit by a studio! It has a product line of merchandise you buy. Helluva Boss is getting eight more episodes this coming year (yeeee:3yeeee). Two of Viv’s properties are now products. Nothing is immune from critique. And in critique you will find a lot of people who are not ‘nice’. Critique or analysis doesn’t have to be nice. There will be, in Viv’s words’ ‘bad takes’ on her writing. Maybe they will be actual CinemaSins-styled bad takes or maybe Viv is just mad that people don’t love and feel inspired by her characters the way she wants them to - it’s a fact she’s going to have to get used to.
((TBH, I’m pretty sure she’s already realized that criticism of all types need to exist. It’s just that, again, her and the SpindleHorse staff are kind of overwhelmed by all matter of takes and opinions coming their way they kinda can’t deal weeding out the fair ones from the assholes, so she lumps them all together.))
Shitposters, ironic fans, unironic fans, critical fans, just critics of Hazbin and Helluva CAN and WILL exist. They should exist and not feel threatened by the megafandom. There are people out there who are one step further and rightfully bothered by Hazbin/Helluva’s use of incorrect symbols, portrayal of certain topics, and the response by creators. These people have strong opinions and are actually disgusted by Viv. They deserve to exist too and should not be vilified because, like me, they’re commentary doesn’t consist of anything personal towards the people at Spindlehorse or the fans of her works. They can rant, they can be professional, they can be petty and they can be fair. But they will exist. You have to deal with it.
I am an ADD/OCD ridden autistic woman with serious anxiety issues who has no one to talk to half the time and so only HAS my fandom to communicate with. But that’s just it - it’s a fandom. A community. You have to learn to not think souly of yourself and of others in a community. A fandom doesn’t exist just for you or any one person. You have the right to be angry and defend or be offended. And it’s in the spirit of that that I ask, prrraaaaaay even, that I please
NOT BE CALLED AN “ANTI-ANTI” for not liking the moniker?!
I DON’T TO BE AN “ANTI”. Not ironically, not unironically. ‘Anti’ should be for politics and shit like pedophiles, necrophiles, nazis, serial killer stans, Trump, racists, antisemites, terfs, animal abusers, rapists, and antivaxxers. Anti should only come into critical media analysis when these ethical issues follow suit IN TO fandom discussion. ((EX: Anime and MLP proudly waving their cp and non-con into the public eye; Hazbin appropriating cultural symbols which are not satanic; Basically anything that concerns John K or Butch Hartman.))
If your DNI list unironically consists of the entirety of one fandom:  CONGLATURATIONS! You have done the exact same thing these particular creepy Viv fans have done: monopolize the conversation. And yes, people I’m referring to, IT’S STILL A PROBLEM EVEN IF YOU’RE FIGHTING RACISM/SEXISM/HOMOTRANSPHOBIA.
There are hundreds of Vivziefans who ARE more critical, accepting of faults, interested in discussion and especially rewrite and redesign stuff who would LOVE to engage with you and give you a follow. There’s hundreds of people who no doubt agree with you!
But the thing I’ve seen these very proud AntiHazbinVivzieHelluvaWhatever blogs do is lash out at fans for continuing to like Viv and consume Viv’s art in a healthy way. What the actual fuck is your problem?
I get it. Say a crazy Hazbin fan gets on your case for even SUGGESTING Viv could be homophobic ((”SHE’SBIANDWORKSWITHGAYPPLblahablahblah”)). They get in your face, make some callouts, try to rile up support against you, leave disgusting harassment throughout your social media? Absolutely ban worthy. After that it’s perfectly understandable why you don’t want to engage with anything HHHBZPVivzierelated because you’re so fucking tired of being labeled an abuser or “just jealous” for having an opinion on a show you don’t like. I’m with you!
But,
A fan agrees that something in the canon is bad or that Viv did something they don’t like?
A fan likes your silly shitpost meme?
A fan asks if they can like Hazbin and follow you at the same time? 
A fan does fan art of something you don’t like?
If your response to any of these ^^^ things is to get LOUD and accusatory, Vivsplain them about how they’re an absolutely awful person to ever question YOUR opinion, or just block them without a second thought? You’re a petty, vendictive shit and you also need to learn to let things go. I’m sorry but you do. As I already said, Viv’s work is a brand at this point, not just the work of a singular person. As such, there are gonna be mixed opinions and you can’t judge every single one of these people by what they like. You’re a shitty critic with a shitty attitude and yes that will demean the value of what you’re saying. This is bad because, if you’re trying to point out how Angel Dust’s abuse IS handled terribly; gay rep in Viv’s work is weak and terrible; the show appropriates closed practices; the fandom makes excuses for predatory artists and creepy behavior and individuals who have sketchy pasts - I’M WITH YOU. WE NEED TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT. JUST BECAUSE THESE ARE ADULT CARTOONS SET IN HELL MEANS THERE SHOULD BE ANYTHING CLOSE TO 2013 PONY-TUMBLR. <<<---- this shit is as important to me as it is to you and I really don’t like being called an abuser or apologist for saying “hey maybe blowing up at ppl for the shows they like ISN’T the way to go about this”. 
But I have, just like the good old days of 2015 Zoophobia of yore, been blocked because I admit to being tired of ‘Anti’ being equated to ‘critical’. Same with hater.
Critical DOES NOT = Anti+Hater. I’m fucking tired of people saying it does and I’m tired of people taking up the term as some weird form of fandom reappropriation. It’s stupid.
Tl;dr: Once upon a time, I was in a budding fandom for something I liked made by an indie artist I watched on dA. I wanted to be a bigger fan than I was already, but was told by toxic people within said fandom that I couldn’t be part of it for reasons they’d made up in their head about my ‘motives’ against Viv. My admiration for Viv or what I liked about Zoophobia didn’t matter because I thought the story was really rushed and people weren’t being truthful with how they really felt about it - ergo, I HAD TO GO. 
Flash forward 8 years later- My opinion of Viv’s body of work has changed but I still find myself in love with her style and some of her characters. I want to be on a forum or service that gives a healthy look at the problems there are with this series and fandom...and I’m met repeatedly by petty bs where people are again at each other’s throats. And yes, I do think it’s causing more harm than good especially when you insist there’s a “x person shouldn’t be trusted” mentality when fighting actual fucking racist, xenophobic, predatory bullshit.
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opinions on. fack it. all da fo4 companions.
Ough
Its been dhsjjf a few years since I touched f4 and still haven't finished it so I straight up had to look up the list
I have over 120+ hours in that game and I still haven't met nick valentine properly
Preston Garvey: 10/10
The most perfect man!!! My 120 hours of game play have been lovingly traveling and building settlements with my husband preston Garvey.
I love him very very much and the way the Fandom and game treated him was a fucking crime. The fact that everyone reduced him to that one meme sucks because then NO ONE talked about his very nice in depth character thats really compelling and sweet. Then the game itself should known better than to make your fucking companion the minuteman quest giver! Or at least change how it worked! Or just give to a minuteman at the castle so you would have a reason to go there after the quest
Not to mention how fucking scummy the nuka cola dlc is to him with making him one of the biggest victims to what you have to do to play that dlc
Hancock: 9/10
Big fan I think he's very very funny and also my husband. Its very fun to have mods that let me travel with both him and preston. They don't psychically talk to each other but their general comments are very funny to hear next to each other.
But hancock a good man I care him and his whole like outlook and deal.
Sometimes I feel his story is a lil idk I think there's more personal shit we could do with him. But again its been a few years so I maybe im misremembering
Cait: 6/10
Iv never traveled with cait myself and she's probably one of the companions i know the least about
But from what I do know
Shes my daughter and love to fight and I love that
BuT iv heard some like mixed opinions on how caits drug addiction is written and yeah iv heard mostly its kinda not great!
But I care her shes my daughter a solid 7/10!
Codsworth: 4.5/10
truely no offence to codsworth, but i really just dont care djgh about him. like no reaL strong opinions. and this comes from me! someone who had a bIG robot interest! 
i think codsworth is my friend but more or less just kinda blends into the background for me so much i forget he’s a companion
Curie: 4/10
i also havent traveled or even met curie this is based again on what i know from reading about her
but man fallout 4 sure said were gonna have some real fun robots in the mechanist DLC but all the main story robots are gonna be just not that good
and curie, man i really really dont like her becoming a totally human looking synth. idk her whole deal with doing that but djksg i hate it become i like robot not human skin waman. 
curie seems like she could be a friend but just weird tiddy boob robot horny
Paladin Danse: 3/10
i rEALLY dont get the hype on Danse. i SEE where danse can be a lot more interesting but its not actually there as far as i know. again iv met danse but didnt travel with him because i didnt care about BOS stuff but i know with f4 you kinda have to do that
the other half of danse stans i see just think he’s hot buT LIKE he loOKS like the generic fallout 4 man model! there cuter men in fo4 Danse just looks like the base player character when you start the game. he looks like sturges and every other man 
i do not care about him
i care more about the rest of the BOS if they were written how I wanted them to be written
Deacon: 6/10
iv never met or traveled with deacon, he is probably one of the companions i know the least about in Fo4
he seems fine, i realLY dont have a feel for his character to give a solid opinion beyond im glad he seems like a goober and like a good person. aND his disguise shit is a very fun game mechanic i do love that and wish id known about it sooner i went so many places he apparently is without knowing he does that
Dogmeat: 10/10
thats a good boy! 
Maccready: 8/10
i havent traveled with maccready but im an avid Fo3 lover so i know his deal p well. i love him that is mY SON
i kill for Fo4 to have more intertwining Fo3 characters for a lot of reasons but im happy Maccready is there he is my terrible son who is grounded grounded grounded
as far as i can tell tho like his character seems so contained to Fo4 and almost feels like they dont want any Fo3 characters who were put in Fo4 to ?? like acKNowledge the Fo3 events?? its so weird to me
Piper Wright: 4/10
this is probably a huge unpopular opinion but i sdjkgh dont care for piper. she seems like a good person and everything but i think she is kinda a lot to deal with sjkgh. she just kinda isnt in my wheel house of like characters i enjoy!
also i literally have no idea what her companion quest is beyond how weirdly interested she is in the player character. i couldnt guess what her companion quest is to save my life, i havent traveled with her but i also like feel iv heard NO one talk about her goals and only that shit she mentions having done sounds p neat, wish i could be there
Strong: 6/10
not bad, i like strong he is my friend. but also i very much see the big issues that come with the bad super mutant writing
and i was spoiled with Fawkes and Lily i just love them so much and it just feels like Strong took the most obvious and boring route with a super mutant companion 
X6: 6/10
have not met or traveled with X6 and i have heard a loT of like differing opinions on him
i like him! i think he seems sweet and i like the potential he could be
but he isnt! his character story and writing is just bad because the institute writing is so bad
Ada: 10/10
I LOVE YOU MISS ADA! underrated companion. i know she is a dlc companion but i actually like the mechanist DLC and ada is a sweetheart she is my friend
Porter Gage: 1/10
listen, i havent played nuka world and really dont have full interest in it so im limited to fan interpretations of gage and what i know from the wiki and ect
but he seems like?? a shit head?? like just another raider bastard? like not even a complex multi dimensional raider with opinions, he just seems to be a raider? idk what im missing but i dont get the hype and why i see more art of him drawn than of preston garvey :///
and im not gonna do longfellow because im gonna be real cheif, no idea. i couldnt even start to know shit about him
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“I am going to make sure you never even think of touching my girl ever again. I am going to make sure you wish you never even met her.”
Seth Rollins X OC X Jon Moxley
Rated: M
Warning: Some violence
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Aria poV 
I shook my head at Seth's text messages. I knew it wouldn't take long for the news to travel to him that I was talking to someone new. This felt too fast. Almost as if someone was watching me telling him. I shook that idea out my head. Kevin probably told someone who told him or something. I hadn't seen Kevin at all today though. I wanted to thank him, but he was out sick. No one would say what with. 
My phone buzzed with a new message. I was hopeful it was Jon. My heart sank when the caller id said, Seth. 
Seth to Aria: I love you, Aria Love Meyers. Please just forgive me and forget this guy. Come back. The bed is lonely without you.  
Aria to Seth: Even if I forgive you that doesn't mean I am going to take you back. I deserve better than this. 
Seth to Aria: You do and I am sorry. I messed up big time. Let me fix this. 
Aria to Seth: Oh, you did more than just mess up. You fucked up majorly. Just leave me alone. You already proved you would rather be with Becky than me. Go be with her and let me be happy. 
Seth to Aria: I love you more than I will ever love anyone. 
Aria to Seth: You have a funny way of showing it. 
I turned my phone off after I hit send. I couldn’t keep doing this back and forth with him. It was only going to end up breaking me down into going back with him like always. 
I stabbed my fork into my salad just as Nikki and Alexa walked in. “You okay?” Alexa asked, raising an eyebrow at me. 
I nodded, “Peachy just peachy.” I lied. 
Alexa shook her head, “Is Seth still texting you?” 
“You need to block his number, love.” Nikki chimed in. “He’s just going to keep at it if he knows you will give in at some point.” 
I sighed, “I know, but a part of me, I guess isn’t ready to let go. We have been together for five years in November. He was there when my dad passed away. For a long time, I felt like he was all I had.”  Tears burned my eyes, “I really did love him a lot. I wanted to marry him and have kids with him. What kid deserves this life? A dad who can’t keep it in his pants for five seconds.” I put my head down on the table. Nikki wrapped her arm tightly around me. 
“You just need some time to forget him. Think about this new man that Alexa told me you met. Jon?” Nikki told me. “I am pretty sure from what Alexa says...he is just what the doctor ordered.” She winked. 
I giggled, rolling my eyes a bit. “You had to tell her everything,” I asked looking at Alexa. She shrugged. “He is exactly what the doctor ordered. He is even more than what he ordered for sure.” 
Jon’s POV
---Date Night--
I pulled my brown leather jacket over my body as I looked at my hair in the mirror. It was messy, but looked neat somehow. I could tell I needed a haircut by how long it was getting. It was getting as long as it used to be.  I tighten my belt on my faded blue jeans.  
 My nerves were slowly getting the best of me. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Seth had said about Aria learning that I was Dean Ambrose. I knew he wouldn’t tell her. He had too much to lose if I let loose what I knew. There was also a chance that she wouldn’t believe him. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try other ways. Her face the last time I ever saw her still haunts me to this day.  I ran my thumb across the DA on my old dog tag that I had left in next to my new one on the dresser.  My mind slipped into the memory. 
“Dean,” Aria said as she ran towards me. “Dean,” She grabbed my arm. I turned away from her. “Seth told me. He told me you were leaving. Why?” I could hear her voice crack as she asked me why. I couldn’t look at her face. It would only make this harder. 
“Because I have to.”  I sighed. “Why do you have to? Dean, please give me answers. My dad passed away and now you are barely talking to me. I thought you were my friend, but you can’t even tell me why you are leaving!” 
I whirled around, “That’s all I am to you! That’s all I am ever going to be, Aria? Just your friend. Your buddy.” My fists clenched tightly. 
Her eyes went down fast. “Dean, don’t please.” She began to back up from me, but I pressed on. 
“Why should I? You know what happened. Have you even told Seth about it?” She shook her head. “I didn’t think so. Why would you though? You were so sure that you were going to break up with him. What stopped you?” 
“You know what stopped me, Dean. My dad…” 
“Your dad would want you to be happy if he saw the truth about Seth. Saw him for who he really is. He wouldn’t want you to be with him.”
She backed into the wall and I blocked her in. Tears streamed down her face. “First my dad now you.” 
I shook my head. “What do I have here anyway? Suffer in silence well I watch you and Seth be happy together. What kind of life is that? Is that really what you want for me?”
“It’s selfish isn’t it?” She looked down. 
“Incredibly. It doesn’t make you any better than Seth at all. You want to have your cake and eat it just as much as he does.” I shook my head as I backed up from her letting her go. I began to walk to the locker room. I could hear soft footprints following behind me. I knew who it was. I just didn’t understand why. I didn’t turn around to address her and instantly regretted it as I heard the tires screech as we walked through a parking garage. 
The car went flying through towards Aria. I was about to try and save her, but I was too late. It hit her with a force. It wasn’t enough to kill her, but she was knocked to the ground. I ran towards her as the car sped away. 
“Aria,” I tried not to move her too much as blood fell from her head.  She wouldn’t wake up, but her pulse beat slowly. I called 911 as soon as I was able to. “Why did you have to follow me Aria? Why couldn’t you just stay inside or stay away?” I cussed to myself. 
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I was in the waiting room, pacing the halls for what felt like hours just waiting for word. Seth was with him due to the fact that he was her emergency contact, unfortunately. He didn’t speak to me. He just glared at me. I knew the nurses could feel the tension that was in the room. The one at the front desk looked a bit uncomfortable. She seemed scared that a full out brawl was going to happen between us. She wasn’t too far off. I honestly wanted to kill him. This was all his fault. If he had just kept his mouth shut about me leaving she wouldn’t have come after me tonight. 
The doctor came and called Seth to speak with him. Seth got up and approached him. They talked in hushed tones which did nothing, but piss me off even more. In their eyes, he was her only family left nearby. He was her emergency contact after all which was the only reason he got word of this. I would rather him be far the fuck away from her. 
Once they were done, Seth came towards me, “Are you happy with yourself?” 
“Fuck off, just tell me if she’s okay?” 
“She will be. She has a concussion and a couple of stitches no thanks to you.” 
“I didn’t hit her with that damn car now did I? I did my best to save her for fucks sake, Seth.” 
“I have worked hard as hell to keep those men away from her! You just lead them right to her. You know what they wanted to do to her. They knew how much she meant to Ricky and they knew how much she meant to you.” 
“They know how much she means to you apparently. Oh, no, that’s right you sold your soul to them for a bigger push. So, you could get better fights and further your career. Get more girls that are filled with so much plastic.” 
Seth hissed at Dean’s words. “I did this for her. Ricky smoked like a train. He would have met his end soon anyway. Aria never deserved to get into the mess he was bringing her into. Do you know what they would have done to her?” 
“You could have protected her!” I injected. I hated how Seth was acting. Ricky was his hero and mentor just as much as he was to me. Now, he was acting like he was nothing more than something that got in Seth’s way. Like a nasty bug on the wall that he had no choice, but to kill. 
“What the fuck do you think I was doing, Dean? I was protecting her!” 
“You were protecting yourself. You are a selfish piece of fucking shit.” I spat in his face getting close to him. “You are only thinking of yourself. If you were thinking of Aria, you wouldn’t have let them kill the only family member she has left. But, that’s what you want. Aria can’t leave if you are the only person she has. You make me so fucking sick just looking at you. What happened to the Seth I knew? The Seth I grew up with. The one who I called my brother. Where the fuck did he go?” 
Seth pushed me away from him. “Get the fuck out of here, Dean. Go away just like you said you would. She is better off without you around.” He turned to walk away, but then stopped.  “She will never love you the way you want her to. All you will ever be to her is like a brother. You will never ever be anything more.” 
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“pine and lavender”
Lisa and Julius go to visit her hometown in the woods. Julius has a grand ol time. idk what the title is supposed to be ajfdskfljds. Anyway, here’s another self-indulgent one shot. stan julisa etc. 
Pairing: Julius x Lisa (my oc ajfsdkl)
Warnings: alcohol use (Julius gets a lil drunk) also some heavy flirting, a little of it suggestive but not like... that suggestive.
Two years. That’s how long it had been since Lisa last visited her hometown. She was still a magic knight back then, young and full of dreams, ready to take on what she believed to be a long career. But now, of course, that changed. Her career, and her whole life was unrecognizable. And even she was.
But even so…
“Are you sure about this?”
“Hmm?”
Lisa looked up from where she waited, to see Julius walking over. They were both dressed to travel, packing light for the mere two day getaway they had planned. Yet, Julius was asking as if they were about to leave for some treacherous journey. Perhaps that was true.
“You know… I don’t want you to think I expect to hang out with your family all the time,” Julius continued, finally reaching her side to stand on the balcony. “I know it’s tough for you, with your mother and all-”
“Julius,” Lisa interrupted him, taking his hand in hers to cut him off. “It was my idea, not yours! You made me hang out with your parents last week so it’s only fair that you have to visit my family!”
Julius blinked owlishly, then narrowed his eyes. “I see… wait, so you didn’t enjoy yourself last week?”
Lisa gulped nervously. Meeting Julius’s parents for the first time was an… interesting experience. Both of them were quite old, living alone in a nice place out in the countryside. The Novachrono family, being nobility, owned a couple of residences which they cycled between. Lisa, who grew up a commoner, found the whole arrangement quite extravagant, but it provided some neat weekend hideouts for her and Julius to enjoy. However, they weren’t alone last week.
(tragic flashback time)
“Julius! Oh, this must be your girlfriend!”
Lisa peeked out from behind Julius, her heart thumping in her chest as the elderly couple finally spotted her after greeting their son. The spark of excitement in their eyes, nearly identical to how Julius’s would be, gave way to some other emotion. It was brief, but they almost looked taken aback. Lisa physically resisted wincing.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it-
“OOh, you’ve got some mysterious mark on your head as well! No wonder our Julius likes you so much, ahah!”
Oh good. Lisa let herself exhale a nervous laugh, stepping forward to greet them properly. It wasn’t her fault she looked so young; she stopped aging when she was 20, after all. But it was nice to not be bombarded with questions all the time, from people assuming things about her relationship. 
“It’s nice to meet you, too!”
(end non-so-tragic flashback)
“Oh, your parents were wonderful. A little… excited, but wonderful.” Lisa grinned and elbowed Julius playfully, earning an exaggerated reaction. “Anyway, I think they told enough embarrassing stories about you to last me a lifetime!”
“Ah, is that so?” Julius grinned back sheepishly, his prior worries fading quickly. “I thought you already knew everything about me?”
“There’s always more to learn~” Lisa shot a cheeky wink up at him before picking up her bag. “Come on, we’ll be late for dinner if we keep chatting all evening.”
“Right, right.” Julius could barely contain himself as he took her hand again. “I’m so excited to see your cousins again- do you think they’ll remember me?”
“Remember? You?! Meeting you was the highlight of their lives!”
Without any more delays, Lisa held on tight as Julius finally took off, leaving nothing but faint traces of his mana behind.
Approximately two minutes later, the pair landed with a resounding whoosh, causing birds and leaves alike to take flight from the trees around them. Branches creaked, and bushes rippled, but only a moment later the forest was as still as it was before. “Well, here we are!” Julius let go of her hand only momentarily to stretch a long arm over his chest. “Too bad we have to walk into town from all the way out here-”
“We talked about this, remember? What do you think’s gonna happen if you just crash down in the middle of town?” Lisa reminded him, turning away once he was ready to start the walk. “And also- once we get there, you’ll have to transform into someone else. I don’t want to become the talk of the town or anything…”
“I know, I know!” Julius looked more disgruntled at that factor than anything else. He let out a deep sigh, sadness shifting through his gaze momentarily. “If I could have my way… I would want everyone to know.”
“... I know. Me too.”
Julius was unapologetic in every facet of his life, and love was no different. He loved the Kingdom, he loved his friends, but most of all, he loved Lisa. If he had it his way, Julius wouldn’t hesitate to herald the news from every corner of the country. 
“This woman? She’s mine! And I’m hers!” 
Sadly, the two of them already felt the harsh reality of the world, when Augustus and the Magic Parliament found out and used Lisa’s involvement with Julius against her. And because of that, Julius had to keep this treasured relationship close to his chest, where the general public wouldn’t find out.
“Hey-”
He looked down as Lisa snaked her arm around his, smiling up at him comfortingly. “Marry me one day, and then everyone can know.”
Julius’s eyes lit up at the mere thought. “Seriously? Let's get married today, then!”
“What?! No way! Not yet, at least…”
“Ah, alright. I’m patient~”
Before they knew it, they reached the outskirts of town, and Julius was forced to transform. Lisa watched curiously as his body glowed gold, and he morphed into an unfamiliar man. He kept his blonde hair, but he had blue eyes instead of his usual purple. Also, his nose, chin, ears, brow- it was all different. “There! How do I look? Handsome?”
“Not as handsome as usual,” Lisa answered, eyeing him up. It was true, nothing could beat the usual Julius. Julius, of course, knew this, giving her a teasing wink as he grabbed her hand again to continue their journey. 
Lisa’s hometown was small, but stable. They mainly subsisted on local crops and game, but they had to buy food from neighboring areas as well. Situated at the base of the mountains dividing the Clover Kingdom from Diamond, the town was once a battlefield, as both kingdoms vied for control over the precious gems underground. However, all those gems have been stripped away, and things calmed down for years and years.
At least, it used to be calm… up until that day. 
One fateful attack by the Diamond Kingdom, nearly four years ago. That day changed everything. Lisa’s father was killed, leaving her alone with a mother who hated her and powers that she didn’t understand. She lost so much…
But I wasn’t alone, remember?
Lisa glanced up at the man walking next to her, humming to himself as they moved. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories washed over her.
Because, that day… I met you.
“LISAAAA!!!!!”
The door to Lisa’s old home slammed open, revealing her aunt Portia and her cousins. Before the two of them could react, they were bombarded with hugs from adults and screeching children alike. Lisa could do nothing but stand there and take it, but the wide grin on her face betrayed the fact that she was enjoying it.
“Lyra! You’re going to suffocate me!”
“And I would be right to do so!”
Cousin Lyra- One year older than Lisa, a total airhead, but also the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. The girl stepped back from her cousin with a little pout on her face. “You never come to visit, even though I told you your mom moved out! We only get to see you once a year, you know!”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I am kinda busy, you know!” Lisa defended herself, still smiling brightly. “Well, we’re here now, both of us.”
“Hey, who’s this weird guy?!”
Uh oh.
Lisa turned just in time to see Julius being circled menacingly by her two younger cousins, Pat and Rocco, the twins. Both of them had met Julius before, but now they were eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re right, who is this guy, Lisa?” Portia asked, her eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you and Julius broke up!”
“What?! No! I am Julius!” Julius looked a bit confused before the reason dawned on him. “Oh wait- right!” He stepped inside the house, out of sight of the street, and let himself change back to normal. Rocco and Pat immediately gasped. “OH! WIZARD KING!”
Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Their excitement never failed to crack her up.
“Aha, you know- you can call me cousin Julius-” Julius told them, but it was no use. They continued to chant his title and before grabbing onto his legs like they were two tree trunks. Julius just sighed and let out a tired laugh, looking over at the others. “Not yet, I see-”
“Well, now that we’re here-” Lisa winced a little as she sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m ready for a relaxing night here at home.”
“What?! Relaxing?” Aunt Portia let out a giggle. “Nonsense! Lisa, you know what day it is, right?”
Her family giggled as she stared at them blankly. “It’s friday!”
Her eyes widened. “Oh no…”
Julius looked between them, confused. “Wait, what does that mean? Friday? What’s so special about friday.”
“It’s the busiest night at the tavern! All hands on deck!”
The rest of the family cackled. Lisa’s father owned the sole tavern in town, so it passed down to Portia and Lyra once he died. It was popular, and Lisa worked there for many years before leaving to join the Magic Knights. Lyra giggled and nudged Lisa with her elbow. “It’ll be just like old times! You and me waitressing, I even kept your old ‘uniform!’”
Lisa’s already-pale face was white as a sheet now. “U-Uniform!? Oh god, you can’t mean-”
(thirty horrible minutes later)
“TA-DA! Look at this, ‘James’!”
Julius turned around at the sound of the fake name he was using today. He had been sitting alone in the tavern, watching the other groups as they sat and drank, laughing and chatting among themselves. It was a strangely serene experience, being able to be alone. Well, at least it was nice to not have Marx breathing down his neck. Julius did miss Lisa though… he wasn’t sure why, but being away from her, even just for a little while, made him deeply uncomfortable. But luckily, she was back… sort of.
Lyra strained as she attempted to drag someone out from the back room. “Lisa! Behave!”
“No! Jul- I mean, James, don’t look at me! This is embarrassing-”
Lisa finally gave in, her face burning bright red as she was dragged out into the open. 
“Isn’t she cute!? She had to wear this every day when she worked here!” 
Her “uniform” was that of a tavern maid; a dress a little shorter than knee-length, a cute apron, and her usual tights. It wasn’t anything too shocking, but-
Lisa covered her face with her hands, mortified to be wearing something so out of her usual wardrobe. “D-Don’t look at me-”
It was too late- Julius was L O O K I N G.
“I said stop it!”
Julius finally snapped out of his “trance,” the dumbfounded look fading into a devilish grin. “Wowie… Lisa, maybe you should change your usual uniform to this-”
Portia and Lyra cackled along with the rest of her family as Lisa shouted back, too embarrassed to make any sense. Julius chuckled to himself, letting up on the teasing but allowing his eyes to still wander all over her body.”There’s nothing to worry about, my sweet… you look good in anything.”
Lisa sighed, letting her shoulders slumped, still not looking forward to the night ahead, but maybe it would be bearable. Maybe. “Thanks… You’re usually right.”
“Of course I am-”
“Lisa! Stop making eyes at him and get to work!”
With another loud objection, Lisa was dragged away once again, while Julius watched her work with shining eyes. As someone raised in nobility, Julius had to admit that he was a little out of his element. The tavern became increasingly louder as people started drinking, shouts and laughter filling the small building. Julius felt himself shrink around his drink, only accompanied by the younger twins and Lisa’s uncle. But among all the chaos, Lisa navigated it all perfectly. Once she forgot about the outfit, she weaved between the tables and jostling chairs, carrying a teetering tray of beers, her voice managing to pierce the noise filling the air. “Hey! Keep it civil, guys, I don’t want to mop up any of your blood.” “Talk to me like that again, and I’ll tell the Wizard King to come get you! Yeah? Scared now?” “NO GAMBLING IN HERE!” “Do you want me to burn you to a crisp? Because you’re asking for it!”
Julius laughed to himself as he listened, not able to tame the big smile on his face.
She’s so cute-
“Hey, Lisa, you got cute~”
Julius’s eyes popped back open.
Did… someone just-
“Hmm? So what if I did?” Lisa glared down at her new admirer, well, admirers. They were a group of three men sitting at a round table, red-faced and drunk, and apparently smitten with their waitress. “It doesn’t mean you can look at me!”
“Oh, but we are~” One of them giggled. “Why don’t you come back with us tonight? It can’t be fun JUST hanging out with your family.”
There was nothing Julius wanted to do in that moment other than spring to his feet, release his disguise, and teach those guys a lesson directly from the hands of the Wizard King. And he almost did, too! With his fists clenched so tight he knew his nails would leave a mark, Julius barely scooted his chair back before freezing as Lisa stepped in to defend herself much better than he could have.
“Listen! You three used to bully me all the time for having no mana. I wouldn’t want to be seen with you, even if my life depended on it! And besides-” Lisa resisted shooting a cheeky glance over at Julius. “I already belong to someone, so you’re too late.”
The trio blinked dumbly up at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying. Julius smiled to himself and slowly slid back down into his seat.
“I already belong to someone.”
He always liked hearing that.
“What are you looking at?”
And suddenly, she was right next to him, leaning up against the table with a little grin on her face. Julius blinked, his reaction sluggish. Ah, I guess I got stuck in a little daydream there- He shook off the feeling, amplified by the beers he drank, and smiled up at her. “Oh, just the cutest waitress in this place.”
Despite being mortified earlier, Lisa only blushed lightly at the comment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh? I’m honored~ And what a coincidence, you’re the cutest guy in this place…”
Oh boy. The alcohol was starting to kick in for Julius, and Lisa knew it. His gaze started to fog up with some weird emotion that she knew well. She rarely saw him even get buzzed, so this was entirely unfamiliar. “Aha- ah, shucks, hehe-” He giggled boyishly to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his “thoughts.” Ahh… he would look so cute right now if he wasn’t in disguise, Lisa thought to herself, but it was enough to know that the unfamiliar man sitting here wasn’t unfamiliar at all… he was her man. “Hmm, you seem like you’ve had a little too much to drink” she teased.
Julius shrugged, lifting up his glass. “This is the best goddamn beer in the whole goddamn kingdom- HIC.”
Lisa bit her lip, thinking the little hiccup was just too cute. “Take it easy! I wouldn’t want you to pass out on me, hmm?”
Julius just laughed to himself again, his poor addled-brain hardly able to keep up. Damn! This beer is way more potent than I’m used to… these country folk know how to brew, that’s for sure. If I’m not careful, I’ll actually get drunk.
“Well, then tell me, waitress~” Julius finally spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. “When do you get off your shift?”
Lisa giggled, reaching out and running a friendly hand over his shoulder. Julius eagerly leaned into the gesture, like iron drawn to a magnet. That was what she was: a magnet. He would always be drawn to the gravity she possessed, something he couldn’t understand yet didn’t need to. All he really needed was her.
“Be patient~ We can go home soon.”
Without another word, Lisa leaned down and kissed his forehead, before pulling away to continue her work. Julius could do nothing but sigh and watch her go, his smile still traced on his lips and his mind hazy with desire.
(the next morning)
At exactly 6:30 am, Lisa’s eyes popped open. She was like a machine, her consciousness restoring itself almost instantly after her usual 6 hours of sleep. That was all she really needed, so she never gave herself much more. With a little yawn, the girl slowly rolled over in bed, her arm reaching out to find the warmth of a body beside her. However...
Julius wasn’t there, for some reason. Lisa frowned a bit, blinking as she got her bearings. Hmm, I wonder where he is? She was sure that they were together when they fell asleep late last night. In fact, she was 100% certain that was the case. Julius got all needy when he was drunk, and wouldn’t let go of her even as he fell asleep. It takes a lot to get him drunk in the first place. He should be terribly hungover right now.
“Portia? Lyra?” 
Lisa peeked into the kitchen, the stillness in the air betraying that no one else was awake yet. That’s weird… well, Julius likes his morning walks, this could be his way of dealing with his hangover
She knew that Julius was the last person on earth she usually had to worry about, but he was unfamiliar with the area and could get lost. Keeping that in mind, Lisa quickly got dressed and headed out to search for him. It was still early, and also a Saturday, so the town was very quiet and empty. Lisa strolled down the streets, becoming increasingly disheartened as she failed to locate her wandering boyfriend. Well… maybe he went out into the woods? Ooh, I hope he’s alright-
Lisa decided to check the outskirts before heading back home, just in case. Luckily, her intuition ended up being right… just not in the way she expected at all.
“Lisa!!!! Hello!!! Good morning!!! Look at me!!!”
Just as Lisa reached the edge of the woods, who should come running out but a grinning Julius. Usually, Julius only moved fast when he was fighting, and moved so fast that he left afterimages everywhere he went. Other than that, he glided from place to place, as graceful and stately as could be. But now, Lisa watched in shock as a seemingly-normal albeit awkward looking man, with arms and legs a little too long for his body, came sprinting at her. But the strangest thing was-
“Julius!!! Why are you dressed like a lumberjack!?” 
Lisa backed away slightly as he skidded to a stop in front of her, still almost giddy with boyish excitement, and she eyed his strange outfit: a red flannel shirt, JEANS, and a strange looking hat. She also noticed that he wasn’t in disguise anymore. But before she could say anything, Julius launched into a harried explanation, as if he already knew what she was thinking. “Oh, don’t worry! No one recognized me with this hat on, haha! See, I woke up early to make you some coffee for when you woke up, but your uncle was awake and invited me to come help him and some others gather wood and stuff in the forest! He gave me the outfit and everything! It’s a little tight though-” Julius shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. “Anyway, a lot of people in this town don’t have much magic, at least not for gathering wood, so I got to use an axe and everything! It was so much fun, we’re taking a short break now but we’ll be at it again soon, haha!” 
Julius let out a jovial laugh while Lisa stood there, still absorbing the words he just spat out. “Oh… I see. Well, I’m glad you’re having fun-” She eyed his hat again, noticing that it covered most of his blonde hair as well as his swallowtail mark. “So… you’re not hungover or anything? You were pretty drunk last night…”
“Drunk? NO, no!” Julius wiggled his eyebrows. “That stuff only buzzed me… I was just using it as an excuse to act a bit more boldly, you know? I’m perfectly fine this morning.”
… of course he would do that- Lisa thought to herself, not sure if she should be charmed or exasperated…. She was leaning towards the former, since by now she was used to Julius’s antics. “You seem to be enjoying the commoner life, maybe we should quit our jobs and move out to a cabin in the woods,” she teased, letting herself smile brightly up at him. Now that the shock was wearing off… he did look really good in his new “uniform.” “You should wear stuff like this more often~”
Julius raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t wipe his goofy grin off his face. “Oh? Maybe I will~ And-” He reached down and took her hand in his, clasping it tenderly. “I’ll take you out to cabins in the woods whenever you feel like it! Just say the word, and it’s done!”
Lisa giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as Julius’s hand cupped her cheek, holding her face gently as his lips found the side of her head. “It’s good to know I have you wrapped around my finger~”
“Oh, more than my finger, my dear.” Julius winked as he straightened back up. However, that brief, sultry moment ended as soon as a new idea crossed his mind. “So! I was thinking- we should have a picnic for lunch!”
Lisa’s eyes it up at the same time as his own. “Ooh, I like that idea! Out in the woods?” She immediately started brainstorming what she could make.
“Not just any spot, though-” Julius fidgeted with excitement. “That spot by the river… with the flowers, where we first met?”
“Oh… oh! Yeah!” The memories flooded back, memories from a time much more complicated than now. “Meet me there at noon?”
“Yeah! Thank you, darling.” Julius leaned down, his intention clear. Lisa closed her eyes in time to feel his sweet kiss on her lips, brief yet just as intoxicating as ever. “See you soon!” Without another word, Julius waved goodbye before running off, disappearing into the trees. Lisa sighed to herself, the warmth of his presence still lingering on her skin. Wow… well, I have a picnic to prepare. She turned around and started to walk back home, her mind still caught up in the dream she somehow managed to turn into reality.
Back then, years ago, they met in that spot by the river. Lisa was lost, alone, hopeless, and confused, but all it took was a kind smile and that strange, warm feeling to get her moving again. Moving towards her goals, with nothing left to lose and everything to gain.
I gained and lost so much, over and over, but now… it’s just like you promised, Julius. You said, one day, our life will be simple. And now it is.
Despite the trials they experienced, the satisfaction of knowing filled Lisa’s heart: she was his, and he was hers. Completely.
(shortly before noon)
Finally alone, Julius took off his hat, letting his head breathe for the first time all morning. He had arrived at the spot a little early, so he had a few minutes to himself. “Hmm… this is the place, alright,” he muttered to himself, looking around. The stream still flowed lazily like it always did, and the blanket of white cornflowers still rippled gently in the breeze. The whole atmosphere was calming, yet so deeply potent with memories, both good and bad… but one in particular.
I still remember it so well… During that Diamond attack, Lisa dropped her Grimoire. I had to chase her all over town to give it back! I ended up catching up to her here… we had our first conversation. And her first smile-
Julius would have been content to die in that moment. For that brief second, he forgot that he was Wizard King, he forgot about all the responsibilities he carried on his back. He was weightless, unburdened… blessed. A girl he barely knew, someone he could tell was deeply troubled and complicated, defeated him with just a smile. At that time, he couldn’t have imagined that he would grow so close to her, watching as she clawed her way up, a girl with nothing to lose but everything to gain. It was what he admired most about her, but she was more than just another remarkable person in the magic knights.
She was his.
Julius found himself standing at the edge of the stream, the water calm enough for him to make out his reflection.
Despite how perfectly everything felt now… he couldn’t shake an unwelcome feeling.
Dread?
Julius shook his head slightly, watching his own eyes narrow with determination.
If I can protect an entire kingdom… I can protect one person dear to me. 
“Julius!”
The voice calling out from behind him immediately dispelled the dread from his gut. Perking up, Julius quickly turned around to see Lisa walking over, picnic basket in hand and a big smile on her face. “Hey! I’m right on time~ Hungry?” She held up the basket, opening it up to look at the contents. “I made some sandwiches, but Portia had some leftover wine from last night so I packed a little of that as well, and-”
Lisa was suddenly cut off when a pair of arms closed around her. She stood there silently as she was held tightly, her face buried into the rough flannel of Julius’s shoulder. Slowly, she inhaled, taking in his scent, a scent indistinguishable from her own save for the new notes of pine he managed to pick up while working. Then, she exhaled, her arms drifting around his torso in time with her breath. 
It was moments like these that she knew she was cherished. More than any treasure or prize the Kingdom could offer. Even if she didn’t understand why, she knew that fact.
After a few long, tender moments, Julius’s grip finally loosened, and he stepped back just enough to peer down at her face, his smile tinged with faint notes of sadness. “Thank you, Lisa.”
“My pleasure.”
The two of them turned and walked towards the stream, their hands still entwined as tight as fate itself.
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Train Rides and Late Nights // Chapter Two
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(tumblr won’t let me minamize this, i’m so very sorry)
Two weeks have gone by and Eddie couldn’t get the train boy out of his mind. He rolled over onto his side to look out the ajar window at the grey morning mist covering the sky. Breathing in the fresh and foggy air, he began imagining different, intricate, ways that the scenario could have played out. He could have said absolutely anything besides, “Why are you staring at me?” But no, he just had to choose those particular six words.
He pulled the blankets around himself tighter, and let the warmth engulf him for a few moments longer, before getting out of bed.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and shuddered. God, it’s cold.
He looked around for a second before deciding to put on a pair of sweatpants and oversized, worn, navy sweatshirt, over the t-shirt and boxers he had slept in. On his way to the kitchen, he regretted having not put on socks as he felt the cold linoleum tiles underneath his feet.
“Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead.”
Eddie looked up from the coffee pot he was now standing behind to pay attention to the voice coming from the living room in front of him.
“Good morning, Stan.” he replied groggily, dragging out the word “morning” until it had six extra sylobols. “One or two sugars?”
“Two, thank you.” Stan said, putting down his book, “I have to go visit Bill at some point today at the shop if you want to come with me. My engine light is on but I can’t figure out why, and I’ve stopped trying to guess.”
“Bill’s a mechanic?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room. He handed Stan his coffee and sat across from him on their lazy boy so that he could face him.
“No, not quite. But his dad and best friend are.”
“Oh, interesting.” Eddie took a long sip of his coffee before continuing with, “Yeah sure, I’ll tag along. I don't have any classes today anyways, so there’s nothing else I have going on.”
“Okay, that’ll work. I just need to get dressed and then we can head out now, if you’re ready.”
-
The two boys stepped out of the car in front of the shop. Stan had decided to completely step-up Eddie’s sweater and sweatpants by wearing a real outfit.
He was wearing a light blue polo with a blue jay embroidered onto his breast pocket, a pair of khakis, and an oversized grey cardigan. Eddie’s Betty Boop socks were no match.
Above the front doors read, “Denbrough’s Auto Repair,” in big, bold, blue letters. Eddie had never realized that Bill’s dad owned this place. He passed it all the time on the bus on his way to school, but it had never occurred to him that they could be the same “Denbroughs.”
After what seemed like ages, Bill walked out to greet Stan and help him figure out the issue with his engine light. Eddie stood there sort of awkwardly as they said their hellos and talked about the past few days in which they hadn’t had a chance to see each other.
“Hey Eddie! If you want, there are some doughnuts and coffee inside from earlier this morning. Help yourself!” Bill said to Eddie with a smile. Thank God, Eddie thought to himself, a reason to escape.
Eddie walked up the stairs and through the front doors. There was an empty front desk in front of him to the left, and a hallway that seemed to lead to a smaller room to his right. Assuming the doughnuts were in said room, Eddie took a right. He found a pot of coffee and a half empty box of a baker’s dozen on the table. Bingo.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and added creamer and two sugars. He grabbed a powdered doughnut, as well, and went to take a seat in the lobby area.
Napkins, I need napkins.
Attempting to hold his coffee upright and not drop his doughnut all while grabbing napkins was not working for him. He decided to hold the doughnut in his mouth and grab napkins with his newly freed hand, instead.
Walking into the lobby with his doughnut in his mouth, still trying not to spill his coffee, he almost didn't see the person about to walk directly into him. Correction, he did not see the person who ended up walking directly into him.
“God, my bad. Do you see my glasses anywhere?”
No way. Not now. Not today.
Eddie took a better look at the boy, who was now on his hands and knees searching for his glasses. Train boy. He recognized the tattered blue jumpsuit and the mass of dark, curly hair. The boy stood up and Eddie was able to half make out “Richie” on the jumpsuit’s nametag.
Eddie stood there dumbfounded as he watched the curly haired boy attempting to get his grounds and clean off his lenses,“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”
-
Two weeks. It’s been fourteen days since he last saw him, and he couldn’t get the damn boy off his mind. Richie had purposefully taken the night shift everyday he could, just in case they’d end up on the same train again. But it was to no avail.
After these two weeks of desperately attempting to run into him, Richie gave up. He decided to believe in destiny, fate, and all that, and that if they were meant to meet again, they would.
Richie got off work early on Thursday, so he decided to take his time on his walk to the train. He put in his earbuds and he was off. He naturally walked fast, so he knew that he’d have plenty of time to get to the station before the train reached his stop. He had about 45 minutes, so he decided to wander around the city. It was getting colder as the days passed, so Richie decided to start wearing his dad’s old bomber jacket.
After the death of his father, Richie’s mom decided that she couldn’t stay in Boston anymore. Richie and his dad never really got along. He knew he loved him, but the amount of fighting his parents did had been unbearable for him. He really didn't mind leaving it all behind. So at ten years old, Richie and his mom got on a plane and never looked back. They have now lived in Chicago for the past nine years, but since the move, things have never been quite the same.
Richie knows that his mom blames him for his father’s death. Remarks such as “Well if we never had you…” or: “God! I understand why he couldn’t put up with you anymore!”, helped his claim. He tries to not let it get to him, but it's on nights like this when it all builds up. The moon was almost full and the amount of stars visible was mesmerizing, for the city, that is.
Richie could hear the roar of the train’s engine as he approached the platform. He had continued to board the same car and sit in the same seat as he had two weeks ago. Not as if this would have changed, but the idea of maybe seeing him again was just adding to his reasoning.
-
He woke up the next morning in the dark and dying of heat. His sheets were sticking to him as if his skin were adhesive, and his mouth was as dry as the air filling his room. His blinds weren’t completely shut, but the lack of sun led him to believe that it must be before 6:00 a.m.
Fuck, it’s hot.
He knew that the furnace in his apartment would turn itself on at full blast if it got below 67 degrees fahrenheit. He knew this because he hated it with a burning passion.
He discarded the sweaty sheets off of himself by kicking at them until they fell off of his bed, and rolled over until he could reach his glasses off of his nightstand.
He sleepily propped the frames onto his nose while simultaneously trying to keep his curls from blocking his vision so that he could read the time.
5:49 a.m. Yuck.
Richie didn't have to be anywhere until 10:00 a.m. today, so he landed on a shower being his best option at the moment. Well, technically he didn't have to be anywhere today at all. But he told Bill that instead of coming in at night like usual, that he could come in today early and just stay late. Bill has been his best friend since he moved to Chicago. After hearing about the death of Richie’s father, Mr. Denbrough immediately took Richie under his wing. When he turned sixteen, Mr. D. offered him a job at his auto shop, and Richie has been working there ever since.
After lazily walking to his bathroom, Richie turned on the water in his shower. He proceeded to get undressed, which just consisted of taking off the mis-matched socks and boxers that he had fallen asleep in. The ice cold water felt soothing against his skin. He lathered his hair in shampoo that smells heavily of green apples, and just used the remnants of it to clean his body. Bill had stayed over one night and gave him trouble for not owning body wash, but couldn’t argue with the fact that Richie did always smell very good.
After drying off and wrapping a towel around his head, he walked back into his room and to his closet to get half dressed. He still had three hours before he had to leave, so there was no rush. He put on his favorite t-shirt that said, “The Revolution Is My Boyfriend” that his friend Bev had gotten him at a small thrift shop on her trip to Minneapolis with her boyfriend, and a pair of neon orange briefs.
He walked into the kitchen to make some half-assed breakfast. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and made some toast. While waiting for his bread to turn to toast, he switched on the tv. The only thing on at this hour besides infomercials and news was Seinfeld.
It’ll do.
*ding!*
“Gahh!” Richie yelped as he spilled orange juice all over himself. “Da fuck was dat foh bruhv?” To which his toaster didn’t respond.
As a child, Richie used to talk to himself extensively while his parents argued, and to keep himself entertained, he’d use accents. Now, whenever he got startled or caught off guard, he would automatically start talking in a British or Australian accent.
He picked up some paper towels and cleaned up the spilled juice as best he could. He then grabbed his toast and smeared grape jelly all over it before putting the pieces together and wrapping it in a paper towel, rather than dirtying another plate. He took his toast and the remainder of his OJ into his living room and sat down to watch Seinfeld until he had to get fully dressed.
-
As Richie walked up to the shop, he heard, “Morning, bud!” from in the doorway atop the front stairs.
Without looking up, knowing who it was, he responded with “Guten morgen, Big Bill!”
Instead of waiting for a response, he walked directly past Bill and towards the donuts he saw on the table in front of him. He grabbed one covered in strawberry icing and rainbow sprinkles. Without even bothering to ask if they were up for grabs, he ate basically half of it in one bite.
“Help yourself, I’m gonna go greet Stan, he just got here.”
With a mouth full of donut all Richie could mutter was, “O-ay. Hank youh!”
After scarfing down as many donuts as he thought he could muster before getting sick (three), he poured himself some coffee and decided to get to work. He went around back and put up the garage doors, took out the trash from the past week, and listened to the voicemails that had been left since yesterday. Because it was so early, he really didn't have much to do, so he went to go pour himself another cup of coffee when he walked smack dab into someone turning the corner as well. His glasses fell off of his face so he immediately dropped to the ground to start searching for them.
“God, my bad.” Richie managed, “Do you see my glasses anywhere?”
Richie was sure that whoever this kid that he had just ran into could see him frantically looking for his glasses, but just stood there as if everything was just peachy keen. After what felt like an hour, Richie’s hand finally felt the frames. While happy he found his glasses, he wanted to make sure whoever this schmuck was knew that he was no help.
“Hey bud, thanks so much for the tremendous amount of help, totally not like you just stood there and let me suffer for the last minute and a- hey, it’s you!”
It was him! It was the boy that had sat in his seat on the train exactly two weeks ago. The cute one who told Richie to stop staring at him. The one who was now standing in front of him and staring at Richie like a deer in headlights.
“Why on Earth are you at an auto shop at 10:00a.m.?”
The boy looked extremely flustered, and while holding a donut in his mouth, just responded with “I gotta go,” as best as he could.
“Wait, what’s your name?” Richie called after him, but he was already out the front door and down the steps.
A few moments later, Bill walked in, questioning, “Why’d Eddie just run outta here like that?”
Eddie.
(Richie’s shirt)
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