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train-wrecc · 1 year

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Champagne Problems 2

marcus baker x female!miller!reader

warnings: mentions of vomit, nausea, mentions of food, panic attacks, i think that’s all…

fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

word count: 4.5k

italics = sign language

A/N: this will probably be a series bc i wanna add more to this :) i would've posted this earlier but i was struggling to edit the lil collage below 😭 also, i feel like the first one was better but i tried :/ & i will try to dedicate more time to writing bc recently i’ve been gaming a lot more + struggling to write an essay but anyways… try to enjoy?

unedited!

part 1 part 3

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You thought the Baker's reaction to your pregnancy would be worse. However, when both you and Marcus signed the words while simultaneously voicing that you were pregnant, they both wore a look of shock on their face, Max sitting on the couch with a wide grin. She practically threw herself at you and Marcus, pulling you both into a tight embrace.

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what to say…” Ellen murmured, causing you to slightly frown, and Marcus to squeeze your hand in reassurance. Clint signed, “Well, at least I’ll be a young Grandpa,” He chuckled. Which caused a slight smile to grow on your face. “I wouldn’t say that this is the most ideal time for a baby, seeing as you both are so young, but just know you have our support, in whatever you choose to do. Being a grandma doesn’t sound too bad, the baby can call me Glamma!” Ellen began to ramble.

After you had told them your decision, they let you know that they’d be there for both of you, every step of the way. You felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders, pulling Marcus into a hug. You knew that you still had a long way to go, and you’d have to figure out how to raise a baby, where to raise your baby, and a lot more, albeit you had Marcus and he had you.

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You woke up due to nausea causing you to run to your bathroom, and fill the toilet with vomit. You felt a hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, another on your back, rubbing soothingly. You knew immediately that it was your mother. Her presence seemingly relaxed you. “It’s okay, baby, let it out,” She murmured gently, her voice slightly rough due to the fact that she had just woken up.

Once you were done spilling your guts, you pulled away from the toilet, the horrid smell of vomit hitting your nose, causing you to once again reach for the toilet. After you were finished, you slammed the toilet lid shut, leaning your head against it, a sigh escaping your lips.

You sat there for a moment, before getting up, your mother helping you up, you quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash, following it up by brushing your teeth, as you tried to rid yourself of the taste of bile.

“Come on, why don’t you go get some more rest, darlin’,” Your mom ushered you to your room, tucking you into bed before placing a kiss on your head. You smiled at her before turning to face the window. You reached for your phone, debating on texting Marcus. However, when you saw that it was 4:30 am, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him up. You gazed out your window as you tried to go back to sleep. However, you couldn’t, you tossed and turned, the moonlight shining in your room, seeing as it was still dark out. Suddenly your window was thrown open, and a figure fell onto the wooden flooring of your room. You immediately sat up, slightly frightened before you heard the slight murmur of a “Shit,”.

You turned your bedside lamp on, “Marcus?” You questioned the boy, “What are you doing here?” You gazed at him curiously. “Georgia told me you were up because of morning sickness, so I thought I’d come over, not only because she practically threatened me but because I wanted to see how you and the baby are doing.” He tiredly smiled, eyes slightly drooping.

A gargantuan smile broke out on your face, a giggle escaping your lips, before you patted your bed, so he’d come to lay with you. “You didn’t have to come over, but thank you. And excluding the morning sickness, we’re doing just fine.” You responded, your hand finding its way to your flat stomach, which would soon be not-so-flat with a baby bump. Marcus placed his own hand atop yours, “I know, but I wanted to,” He grinned, before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, cuddling you. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” He murmured. “I know,” You said, laying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, you let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” He questioned. “Nothing, it’s just… I’m just kinda nervous about the appointment tomorrow- well, technically today.”

One of his hands left your waist, placing it atop your head. “Everything’s gonna go great, we’ve nothing to worry about, alright?”

“I know, I think it’s just cause, y’know it’s our first appointment…”

“Yeah, well let’s get some more sleep, everything’s gonna be okay, promise.” He smiled, before placing another kiss on your lips, causing you to smile against his lips. You pulled away, turning to shut off your bedside lamp. Out of the corner of his eye, your night light caught Marcus’s attention. He refrained from shutting it off, even though it slightly bothered him because he knew the gradual change of colors helped lull you to sleep, and you and the baby were the most important things in his life.

Marcus had drifted slightly away from you throughout the night- morning, which woke you up not even an hour later. You let out a whine, turning to find him practically at the edge of the bed, you scooted closer to him wrapping an arm and leg around his waist, the contact instantly relaxing you allowing you to drift off to sleep once again.

Marcus had gotten up a while before you, at around 9:30. Your doctor's appointment was at 12:30, so he figured he’d let you rest for another hour, while he went downstairs to make you a good, nutritional breakfast for you and the baby. He looked online and discovered that he should make you oatmeal, and decided he’d pair it with your favorite fruit and juice. Marcus placed your breakfast on a bed tray, making his way upstairs to your room, before running into Ginny and Austin. “Hey, I made some oatmeal, you guys can go ahead and get some, while I give this to your sister,” They both nodded in response, a small smile on their faces, Austin saying thanks.

Marcus opened the door to your room, placing the bed tray with your nutritious breakfast at the foot of the bed. He made his way toward you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you. “Princess, wake up I made you breakfast.” He gently voiced in an attempt to get you up. You grumbled slightly in your sleep, nuzzling your head closer to his hand. “Come on baby, it’s time to get up and eat, we gotta get you ready for your appointment,” He kissed your cheek, caressing the other one. You stirred, eyes slightly opening. Your eyes met Marcus’s brown ones staring at you with nothing but love and pure adoration, a small grin grew on your face.

“Hi, bub.”

“Morning, princess, you sleep well?” He laughed.

“Mhmm, amazing with you beside me.” You smiled at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You stayed like that for a moment, as he returned the kiss, before quickly pulling away, nausea once again rising in you. “Oh god,” You murmured, getting up and making your way to the bathroom as fast as you could. Marcus was quick on your toes, as you lifted the toilet lid and threw up. Marcus gently held your hair away from your face, caressing your back.

You pulled away, throat and back aching. “I’m so done with this morning sickness,” You groaned out. “I wish I could make it stop.” Marcus said, to which you responded with, “It’s okay, it’ll all be worth it,” You smiled at him. You went through the process of cleaning your teeth and mouth of the taste of vomit, before pulling Marcus into a tight hug. “I love you. Thank you for being here for me and the baby.”

“It’s the very least, the minimum I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub.” He replied, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and the baby can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“It’s the very least, the minimum, I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub. After all, you didn’t impregnate yourself.” He replied with a grin, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and bub can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, love, we appreciate you so much,” You said, your hand gently caressing your stomach which would soon have a bump, a sign of your healthily growing baby.

“Don’t thank me anymore, I’m just doing my part in making sure you and our baby are taken care of,” He insisted.

“Thank you,” You stubbornly insisted, a giggle escaping your lips. Marcus was about to lecture you once again before you shut him up with a kiss.

Marcus returned the kiss, as he pulled you closer to him, both of you melting into the adulation-filled kiss.

He pulled away, a whimper escaping your lips as you chased his own. “One more kiss, please?” You whined.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He muttered, allowing you to press your lips against his own once again.

Once again, you eagerly kissed him, before he pulled away. “Alright, no more kisses until you eat your breakfast, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically.

Marcus guided you back to bed where your bowl of oatmeal sat on the breakfast tray, along with your favorite juice.

“Come on, baby, eat your oatmeal before it gets cold or else I’m gonna feed it to you myself.”

You sat down, stubbornly crossing your arms, “I was gonna eat it, but because you said that, now you get to feed it to me yourself.”

He sat in front of you a laugh escaping his lips, “Fine by me,” He responded.

Marcus grabbed the spoon scooping oatmeal into it before lifting it to your lips. As you were about to eat the oatmeal, Marcus moved his hand, oatmeal getting smeared on your nose.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to do that, love, I’m sorry.” Marcus let out a quiet laugh at the pout on your lips.

“I think I deserve another kiss as compensation,” You murmured, Marcus giving into your wants as per usual.

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Once you finished your oatmeal, you and Marcus got ready to go to your ultrasound. You insisted on doing your makeup because you wanted to look good to see your baby for the first time.

“Love, you already look amazing,”

“I know, but I wanna look even more amazing,” You said with a small grin.

“Alright, do you want me to braid your hair for you, while you do your makeup?”

“Pretty please,”

Marcus had been practicing braiding your hair, along with doing other styles as well, because he refused to be one of those dads that didn’t know how to style their daughter's hair.

Marcus nodded, standing behind you, “Alright, what do you want, French, Dutch?”

(A/N: I think you can dutch braid most hair types like curly, wavy, straight, and really tight curls, so I decided to keep this part in, if you have really short hair I guess this might not apply to you sorry! Imagine whatever braid/style you want!)

“You choose, baby,”

He decided on doing two Dutch braids, liking the way you looked with them. “And… done!” He said tying the end of the braid with a hair tie. “How do they look?”

“Wow, they look really good, bub, thank you,” You smiled at him, looking at the practically perfectly done braids.

“Your welcome, love, are you ready now?”

“Yup,”

“Alright, let’s start heading downstairs.”

You both made your way downstairs, running into Austin and Ginny in the living room, ever since you booked your ultrasound, they’d been begging to go with you and Marcus, and you just couldn’t say no to them.

“You guys ready?” You questioned them, and they both jumped up practically buzzing with excitement as soon as they heard your voice. “Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you two to hurry up!” Ginny exclaimed. “Alright… where’s Mom?” You asked. “Dunno,” Austin shrugged.

You let out a small sigh, before calling out for Georgia. “I’m comin’!”

“Mom, we gotta go before we're late!” You called back. You heard footsteps on the stairs, before your mom, Georgia, appeared on the landing looking extra as ever, as per usual. Suddenly Max barged in, “Oh my gosh, guys, this is it, is everyone ready?! I’m so excited, let’s go, go!”

Max and Ginny ended up riding with Georgia, and Austin insisted on riding with you and Marcus.

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Everyone sat cramped in the small appointment room, with you sitting on the examination table, Marcus holding your hand, as he stood next to you. Everyone was talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time, however, as soon as the ultrasound tech walked in everyone went silent.

“Wow, it looks like we have a party in here!” She laughed, in an attempt to break the silence.

“Yeah, everyone really wanted to come with us.” You replied, giving a small smile to the woman.

“Well, it’s no problem at all, now, why don’t we get started? I assume you’re the father?” She gestured to Marcus, this prompted Max to pipe in, “Oh him? That’s so funny!” She laughed, “No, no, I’m the father.” She nodded seriously causing you to giggle quietly.

“Oh, uh…alright, we do get a lot of interesting couples in here.” The woman chuckled awkwardly.

“She-she’s kidding that’s- I’m the father.” Marcus nodded.

“Oh, okay…” She quietly answered.

“Alright, if you could just lay down for me, and lift your shirt a little just to expose your stomach, so I can apply the gel.” You nodded, doing as she said.

“Okay, it’s gonna feel a little cold,” She murmured before she applied the gel, “Now, this just helps the machine produce a clearer image as well as sound,” You slightly shivered as the cool gel met your skin.

(A/N: Idk what I’m saying tbh, just go with it…)

“Alrighty,” She grabbed the ultrasound probe, placing it on the skin where the gel had just been placed, “This can take a few moments to produce an image of the fetus,” She explained, moving the probe back and forth.

You simply nodded, as everyone intensely gazed at the ultrasound screen, just waiting for something to pop up. “So, it looks like you’re around 10 weeks pregnant, does that sound about right?”

You and Marcus nodded before she continued on, “So, because this is your first pregnancy, your bump can take a while to start showing, but you should start showing at around 12 weeks,”

“Now, I can’t seem to find- ah, there they are, oh my-”

“What, i-is something wrong?” You blurted out, beginning to sit up, worry immediately filling you as you gazed at the image displayed on the screen of the machine, Marcus’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Oh, no, no, nothing like that honey, it’s just- congratulations, you’re having twins!” She grinned.

“Twins?” Everyone exclaimed.

“Oh my god, we're having twins,” Marcus exclaimed, turning to you, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You both pulled away, tears in your eyes.

“So, I’m seeing two placentas, this just means the twins are fraternal, not identical, right now the babies are about the size of a strawberry, now let me see if I can find their heartbeats,” She once again moved the ultrasound probe back and forth.

“Aww, there just two little twin strawberries hanging out in your uterus,” Max exclaimed in the background, causing Georgia to laugh and Austin to question what a uterus was. Ginny attempted to explain it to the young boy without explaining too much, resulting in Austin understanding that a uterus was your tummy. “I have oatmeal in my uterus,” He told Ginny. Which prompted everyone to burst out laughing. “I’ll just explain it when you’re older,” Ginny murmured.

A small yet strong thumping began emitting from the machine. “There they are, so far so good, the heartbeats sound nice and strong, the placentas seem to be forming properly, and everyone appears to be nice and healthy.” She smiled as tears escaped your eyes as you listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat, “Sorry,” You gave a teary-eyed smile to the woman in apology, Marcus gently wiped your tears with his thumb, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were so happy your babies were healthy, but never in a million years did you think you’d be having twins. That was twice the crying, twice the cost, twice the feeding, and bathing. You tried not to show it but you were stressed. You and Marcus were going to raise not just one baby, but two small innocent humans, who were dependent on both of you.

“Don’t worry, almost every single parent cries when they first see their baby, in your case babies,” She grinned, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to remove the gel from your stomach. “Well, I’m gonna print the sonogram images for you, before I forget to mention it on your way out don’t forget to schedule you’re next appointment, we recommend you come in at least every 4 weeks.”

“Yes, we will do that, thank you,” You responded, pulling your shirt down, to its normal resting place now that the sonogram was over.

You sat up from your lying position, “I-I’m gonna go use the restroom,” You hurriedly murmured, before walking out of the room. You let out a breath, searching for the restroom, once you spotted it you quickly made your way to it. You slammed the door shut, locking it, taking a few more deep breaths in an attempt to not panic.

Albeit all you could think about was the twins in your uterus. Which caused you to slightly panic and spiral. But you were carrying twins you can’t panic, that’s not good for the baby. Before you knew it you were sitting on the restroom floor, having a panic attack. “I c-an’t do… t-this,” You quietly stuttered out through your tears, as they continued to cascade down your face. You tried to calm yourself down again but failed.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the other side of the door, “Bub, are you okay in there?” You heard Marcus question. “Mhm,” You managed to get out, a whimper escaping, as you tried to hide your sobs. “Baby, let me in, I can tell you’re not okay, please,” He quietly said through the door, his head leaning against it.

“Okay,” You sniffled as you stood up, unlocking the door, and allowing Marcus to walk in.

He immediately pulled you into a hug at the sight of you in distress. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked as you clung to him, tears rolling down your cheeks still. You attempted to get the words out, however, you’re breathing was too quick and uneven for you to get anything out. “Baby, you need to calm down okay? Listen to my heartbeat, and just follow my breathing, okay?” He told you in a questioning manner, pulling you in tighter, wanting to somehow squeeze out whatever was causing your tears.

You nodded, your head pressed against his chest as you listened to his calm heartbeat. Somehow listening to his relaxed heartbeat and being in his arms soothed you, following as he took a deep breath in and exhaled. Both of you stood there for a moment, a comforting silence enveloping you.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

Marcus shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for baby, just please tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s just- we’re having twins, Marcus, I mean, I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with a baby, but now we’re gonna have two. I mean we’re barely gonna graduate, and I mean- how can we afford two babies!? I know you have your job, but- this is two babies, not just one anymore! And where are we gonna live? With my mom? Your parents? A-and what about college? I-I don’t know how you’re not freaking out, w-why aren’t you freaking out?”

Marcus simply smiled at you, “Because I love you, Y/n Miller, and I know no matter what, as long as I have you, and our families, we’re gonna be alright. We’ll figure everything out, I promise you,” He said his hands now gently holding your face in his hands, so you could look at him. “Just please don’t stress about this, it’s not good for you, or our precious cargo,” He grinned.

“You’re crazy.” You stared at him and all his calmness, causing him to laugh.

“Crazy in love with you? Yes, very much.”

“I probably look a mess now,” You said with a slight hint of sadness, as you fell into his arms once again.

“Well, if you look like a mess, then you’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s a compliment, come on,” He said, pulling you toward the mirror.

“See, still stunning, as always.” He told you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Wow, my makeup looks pretty good still…” You said, grabbing a paper towel and patting the tear tracks away.

“That’s all you baby,”

“No, I think it’s that new setting spray I got.” You smiled lightly.

Another knock echoed off the restroom walls interrupting you, followed by Ginny’s voice, “Y/n/n are you okay in there? You’ve been gone a while… Marcus was supposed to come get you but he probably got lost, he’s kinda an idiot-” she was interrupted by a squeaky voice speaking up, “Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say, Ginny.” Austin said.

“I mean, is she lying though?” Max questioned.

“Honey, you alright?” Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.

“Maybe she’s not in there,” Max murmured.

You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, “I’m fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine.” You gave them a reassuring smile.

“Well, come on then, we gotta set up you’re next appointment,” Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk.

You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, “Thanks for sticking up for me bud,”

Austin nodded, “You’re welcome, Ginny’s just a big old grump.”

“You’re right about that, Max too,” He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place.

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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn’t able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.

“Wow, two healthy babies! We’re gonna have our hands full, again!” Clint signed.

“I know, I wonder if it’s because you and Maxine are twins Marcus,” Ellen murmured.

“Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she’d be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess,” Marcus explained to his parents.

“Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don’t need two pairs of twins running around. That’s chaos is what that is.” Max laughed.

“I mean I’m sure you guys will be fine though,” She smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I can’t just wait to meet our little twins!” Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.

“Were they able to tell if they’re gonna be identical or fraternal? I don’t remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus.” Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.

“They’re fraternal, thankfully, I don’t know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we’d probably mix them up while they’re babies…” You answered while signing.

“There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they’re babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that,” Ellen responded.

“Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies,” Clint informed you.

“Well then,” You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.

“You feel alright?”

“Mhm, just a little tired…”

“Wanna go nap for a little bit?”

“No, it’s okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want.”

“Y/n/n don’t make me drag you upstairs, if you’re tired, go nap,” Ginny said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am, I guess I’ll see everyone later,” You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.

He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. “You feel a little bit better about having twins?”

“Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, we’re having twins,” He murmured.

“Yup, I wonder what gender they’ll be…” You mumbled.

“Me too, but as long as they’re healthy, that’s all that matters.” He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, you’re breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.

“Love you, bub,” You sleepily muttered.

“I love you too,” Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as you drifted off.

He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.

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A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞

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lildoodlenoodle · 11 months

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Why I think Spider noir is on the younger side(18-20) in the new spiderverse movie per my previous post:

Let’s break it down by Context, Timeline, Mood, and ATSV

Context:

Spider noir has two comic runs that happen before COMICS spiderverse. With that said, there were like inter dimensional energy vampires and that’s obviously not the direction the spiderverse movies went with. So we’re going to largely disregard them for this. To expand, there was a big time jump between that last noir comic and the spiderverse ones. Peter would be closer to mid/late 20s at the start of the comics spiderverse and therefore ITSV if we were to integrate and replace the timelines, BUT I always hated the way they did that time jump in the comics and what it did to Peter’s character.

It felt like they were trying to tie him into 616 Peter wayyyy too much by making his love interest MJ(who we rlly haven’t seen and what we have seen hasn’t had good chemistry), have a good relationship with May(they rlly brushed him shooting someone in front of her and calling him an animal under the rug Huh), and going to college(I get it I do, but unlike most universes I don’t think this Peter could ever stop spiderman enough). There wasn't really any mention of Felicia, Urich, or Robby and their past. They also changed his webbing, his look, and his spider senses.

I felt like that was completely getting rid of all of Peter's characterization and he just becomes the spider with a gun from the 1930s. But the point is they clearly went in a very different artistic and narrative direction after the time jump to a point where it doesn’t feel like the same character.

Refitting the timeline:

So, scrapping the comics spiderverse timeline, I don’t really see a reason for a disjointed time jump. And after those first two comic runs it can be argued, for this Peter, that ITSV happens much sooner for him after that second run, possibly even after the first comic. Then ATSV would happen after that second run. There is an 8mo. time jump between the two runs so it is definitely feasible.

But let’s talk about mood between the runs.

We all know at least somewhat this Peter's origin, and if you don’t, to sum it up: organized crime, monsters, socialism, cannibalism.

The first run ends, Peter beats the goblin without killing him and he’s feeling pretty good about himself/confident. But he’s still got a lot of well deserved angst and self hatred. His uncle is dead, his new mentor/father figure is dead, his relationship with May is on the rocks to say the least, and there’s the whole Felicia thing. He’s still a high schooler and in that teen range, but a big ass lanky teenager who's only solid looking because of the gear he wears. I’d place him around 16-18, a case could be made for 15 but I’m going to politely disagree. ITSV could very easily be fairly soon after these events.

It’s 8 months after the first run. He becomes cocky and overconfident this whole next issue, possibly because of an interdimensionally inflated ego? Point is he feels on top of his game. Also worth mentioning, he’s ignoring MJ this whole issue to the point the audience knows basically nothing about her while he is having a very intense relationship with Felicia(which we already know how I feel about that whole mess) and who MJ is very blatantly and very badly a foil to.(I love MJ she is just not well written here).

The second run ends, his best friend/possible love interest(I said what I said), Robbie, is dead and unavenged.(I can talk a lot more about Robbie and what effect he had and will have on Peter going forward, also the disservice of his ‘death’) Felicia is disfigured and blames Peter. Peter not only blames himself for all this but the comic ends with him saying he feels powerless and a constant sense of impending doom. He really did not get a single win during this comic, man got the shit beaten out of him too. The age at the end of this comic is 17-19. After the last comic dude was messed up but still had hope, after this one we don’t see the fall out, but I can assure it was BAD. That whole ‘you don’t have to kill the bad guy thing’ is probably out the fucking window. I’m more hesitant to think ITSV happened after this run because of that. He isn’t just depressed or self loathing anymore, he isn’t just playing fast and loose with his life to get results. He does not care, he has no hope, and he doesn’t see a good future.

Pre - ATSV predictions with mild spoilers:

With the year and a couple of months time jump for ATSV it’s very plausible that the events of that last run plus possible spider task force shenanigans could happen before the movie. For more context in the comics spider noir was a recurring spider in the ‘elite strike force’. Personally, if he was invited, I could very much see him accepting, especially with his current mental state, and being very aggressive about it. Which, theoretically, could cause him to get kicked off or make a rash decision to leave bc fuck those guys. But the point is at the end of that last comic this man really doesn’t have a single win, he is in a prime state to be manipulated in.

Edit: my dumbass forgot literally the most important detail. The year 1933 is when ITSV noir comes from which matches this timeline with the comics as well.

To sum everything up, the reason why I think spider noirs age is in the 18/20 range is because it fits the above timeline, which I believe to be the most probable timeline of events that are canon by the movies while also staying consistent with at least some of the original comics. It should be further noted there is no evidence of his age throughout the ITSV movie, besides him being played by Nicholas Cage and being tall. In fact, I’d argue due to his excessive use of slang it would naturally place him in a younger category as well as the classic melodramaticness that can come with being a coping teenager. The most important thing that makes his age and at what point in his storyline he’s in up to interpretation is the fact that we see his face once and it’s heavily shadowed. If we saw his face more I’d feel better about giving him a more solid age, but till then context clues for the win. But anyways, this was long and I still have more I could get into/say and I will eventually. Feel free to ask any questions or even tell me why you disagree!

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 2 months

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The Party

Jacinth Masterlist

Remember this post? Welp, I wrote it! At first I was going to use generic characters, but then I realized how well this scenario fits for Jacinth, so I quickly made the change!

Also, thank you to @lilywolfgray for helping me figure out the simile that pops up!

this one is a bit long, so I've put it under the cut!

The sound of Jacinth’s footsteps made Y/N stiffen in bed nervously.

“Wake up my little human,” Jacinth’s silvery voice cooed, “you’ve been napping long enough.”

Jacinth pulled the curtain of his and Y/N’s shared room aside, practically floating over to her. Y/N slowly sat up, her hands twisting the comforter draped over her.

“Have I told you what today is, hm?”

Y/N shook her head.

“It’s the Festival of Winter’s End,” Jacinth said with a gleaming smile, “and I’d like to bring you to the celebration. But first, I have to get you ready.”

Jacinth produced a small flower in his hand, its petals trembling from how much nectar it was filled with. Y/N knew exactly what that deceptively sweet liquid would do to her if she drank it. She looked at Jacinth with a pleading expression.

“Don’t give me that look,” Jacinth said, “drink this, won’t you? It tastes wonderful~”

When Y/N still didn’t drink, Jacinth took hold of her chin and tilted it up.

“Drink, Y/N,” he commanded gently.

As soon as Jacinth had said her name, Y/N felt her lips falling apart so the fae could pour the nectar into her mouth. Y/N swallowed, feeling the sweet, sticky liquid coat her mouth and throat.

“Very good,” Jacinth praised, “such an obedient human.”

Jacinth took Y/N’s hand and gently pulled her out of bed. He led her through the rooms of his abode to a little series of pools surrounded by soft moss. He sat her down next to one of them and positioned himself behind her. He took a small stone bowl and filled it with water from the pool. He poured the contents over her head, letting it soak into her hair. He picked up a vial and opened it, letting the fragrant contents cover her scalp. He started to work it into her hair, until a bubbly lather had formed. Once it was fully worked in, he rinsed it out with more water. All through the process, Y/N could feel her eyes getting heavy and her body going limp.

Jacinth went to remove Y/N’s dress next. When he had first taken her, he had gotten rid of those unsightly human clothes and replaced them with nicer, more appealing garments. He had barely gotten to the strap of the dress when Y/N attempted to shuffle away from him, her cheeks decorated with a red flush.

“Now now,” Jacinth said, “I have to wash you. Don’t be difficult.”

Y/N shook her head, screwing her eyes shut. Jacinth sighed.

“I forgot how sensitive you humans are,” he said, “I suppose we’ll just spot-clean.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but only a bit of slurred nonsense came out. Jacinth chuckled, then grabbed another vial. He poured the liquid inside onto a small wad of moss. He started to scrub Y/N’s skin until it was soft and clean. Y/N blinked slowly; the world started to tilt until she realized she had fallen against Jacinth’s chest.

“Aw,” Jacinth cooed, kissing her on her head, “how sweet.”

…

Y/N wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All she knew was one minute, Jacinth was holding her amongst the mossy pools, then the next, she was blinking up at a series of lanterns hung along the trees. She heard the sound of chatter and music. She tried to sit up, but her body felt too heavy. Jacinth’s soft laughter rumbled behind her, and his face came into view.

“Finally awake, hm?” he mused, “I suppose I could’ve just asked you to sleep instead of feeding you the nectar… ah well.”

Another face came into view. It was another fae, with pointy ears, pink skin and deep, red eyes.

“Jacinth, is this your human?” she asked in awe.

“Indeed she is,” Jacinth replied with a smile.

“May we hold her?” a green fae asked.

Jacinth’s grip on Y/N tightened ever so slightly.

“She isn’t used to other fae yet,” he said, “but you can feed her if you’d like.”

The pink fae giggled with delight, then allowed a raspberry to grow in her palm. She brought it to Y/N’s lips. Y/N, who was still quite out of it, opened her mouth to let the fae feed her. It tasted much sweeter than the fruit at home, and a little bit of the juice dribbled down her chin, which made the pink fae chuckle and coo. Jacinth wiped the juice away with the pad of his thumb.

A green fae came up next, holding a honeycomb in his hand. He offered it to Y/N, and she drank the honey inside.

“She is so precious,” the green fae said, “how I wish I had a human of my own.”

“She’s very special to me,” Jacinth replied, “she is like the soothing touch of a fresh spring breeze.”

“Quite so,” the green fae agreed.

As the night went on, several more fae came up to see Y/N. Any time one of them tried to touch her, Jacinth would pull her closer to himself and make some excuse for why they couldn’t. The music playing was otherworldly, and Y/N often caught herself swaying to it.

Y/N yawned and felt her eyelids drooping shut. She felt Jacinth lift her up in a bridal carry. He made his excuses to the other fae and started to carry her home.

“Did you have a good time, pet?” Jacinth asked.

Y/N only murmured in response, eliciting a fond chuckle from him.

“Sleep now, Y/N,” Jacinth whispered.

Y/N drifted off just as the sun began to peek out over the horizon. Spring was on the way.

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The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 30/Sept/2022

Chapter 19 was certainly off to an interesting start...hehehe! :D

So I was hammering through the openings, really pleased as there wasn't too much split at the beginning before it all came together. Then I was sitting with Nai one lunchtime, staring at the table as I was thinking over what I wrote, and was like, 'I'm gonna have to rewrite what I've done for Chapter 12'.

Cue Nai looking at me like:

I loved what I wrote, it just wasn't right. After all the build up, what I'd opened with was way too much of a lull moment. It slowed the narrative down too much. So I went about fiddling with what I had and rewriting sections so it's WAY better now and it flows like it's supposed to!

But I have kept what I wrote 'cause I know I can fit it in at the end. Especially as they were love interest moments, and I really don't wanna lose those. Sometimes you just have to work things around rather than get rid of them completely! :D

I was really worried this was going to set me back, because I also changed up a big choice set. It was supposed to be a skill-based choice set, but I realised it would be the perfect opportunity to bring the new stats into use! They won't really come into play until Book 4, where they'll start being the more important stats, but this was too good a moment not to add them in so as people can start deciding where they'd like to go on those.

Yet even with all of that, I not only hit my goal but surpassed it!! Which made me very happy :D

The reason I had a very specific goal this week is because I am off on vacation next week! My friend from America is visiting, and we haven't seen each other in like...12 years? Blimey, time does fly! So we're gonna have a fun week together, refresh my brain, so as I can come back for the big final push!

When I get back will be jumping straight into social media days. But I have few asks already scheduled for next week as well as all the usual Patreon posts, including the first of the Spooky October Specials:

'On a Moonlit Night...' (Felix/Farah Spooky Special)

Having been ordered to set up camp and keep watch for the night, F and the MC find themselves a little distracted…right up until the point a shadowy figure decides to make a spooky appearance outside of their tent.

And as the MC says, 'You know, I’m pretty sure this is how most horror movies start.'

No news on the save system yet, which I've mailed Hosted Games about.

But Book Three is up on Steam ready for you to wishlist!

https://store.steampowered.com/app/2120320/Wayhaven_Chronicles_Book_Three/

We'll be doing some big, exciting marketing for this when I get back! Very fun things planned :D

Hope you all have a fabulous week ahead! I'll be back on Wednesday 12th, so I'll talk to you all then! <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #update #interactive fiction #book three #patreon #steam

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nettlewildfairy · 10 months

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Tumblr made that big long post and a lot of people are angry reacting to some like surprisingly reasonable suggestions that solve widespread long time complaints

i dont know how they plan to solve everything just yet but as someone who knows some things about the industry and jargon here are my 2 cents

Here is a link to the referenced post

Principle 1: Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr

in an age where most social media sites are making it aesoteric and difficult to share posts offsite /app tumblr is considering making it easier to do

yall do you know how hard it is to link a long tumblr post with like a comic or funny string of replies to share with my friends who arent on tumblr? i have to take like 15 screenshots every time. IF staff is priorizing making it easier to share posts that would be so much better oh my god 2 High quality content on launch. the pessamistic assumption is that this could mean a mandatory algorithm but if you read carefully you’ll notice they never fully say thats even remotely what they are going to do. This seems to be a suggestion that the default new user experience will change.

If you like me made an account 10 years ago this looks like it won’t affect your experience whatsoever.

but like trying to sort through tags to find blogs and curate my own feed actively took like over a year to get to a place where i’m happy when i did it in 2011/2012

if feeds and tags Worked that would be good. the for you page and exploration features on tumblr do, admittedly suck right now. there SHould be easier ways to find and search for stuff on tumblr. if their search worked better and finding stuff you wanted to see was easier that Would improve the experience for most people on this site. 3. facilitate easier user participation in conversations folks if replys could be threaded in some way it would be 1000 times easeir to have convos with them. like i do not get what people are upset about here. like a person shouldn’t have to reblog their own post 15 times in a row to reply to different people about the same thing. they could make this so much better. 4. Retain and grow our creator base

it IS hard for art to see and get seen. if i had a nickle for every time i saw a post begging people to reblog art i’d have like so many nickles. I would like to see more art. and ttrpg creators. there’s like stuff i have to go to twitter for and its small time ttrpg, art, writing, and literary magazines because even when those folks are on tumblr its extraordinarily difficult to find them with the systems currently in place.

like i don’t know that tumblr has a good plan to make this kind of thing easier but if they did figure it out it would rule. and its good to know that this is a priority for the company 5. Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr

throttling notifications rules. i have commented on tumblr staff posts dozens of times for like 5+ years asking for this, thank GOD. if you reblog a lot of posts you get a lot of notes even if you have like 15 people regularly interacting with your stuff on 100 posts a day thats like 1500 notifications. it collapses some by post or interaction type but that is NOT enough and the notification bar always says 99+ unless i checked it less than a minute ago, im dying please make notifications meaningful and not overwhelming.

6: Performance, stability and quality

this is generic and means very little obviously anyone making an app wants it to crash less often. bonus: ive seen people get upset at the implication that they are instituting a mandatory algorithm but the site has had an option algorithm for like ages, it doesn't imply its mandatory anywhere or that they're taking away our option to turn it off. there are already artist showcase things on the dash on the regular, if you have adblock on you can’t see some of those, but they've had them for fully years.

its highly unlikely that they would get rid of one of the main selling points of tumblr.com they’re like a real company thats done bare minimum market research, like folks no one other than musk would do something that boneheaded

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mamaestapa · 11 months

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i feel like i’m being annoying with all of these posts and i’m so sorry for that. but if you read and enjoy welcome to the jungle, i promise this is important!

so as you all can tell, i’ve been slacking majorly lol. but i think i’ve figured out why (hopefully🤞). i have six chapters of the series left. SIX, two of those six are already written, but they’re like the last two of the series i think, so they won’t be posted for a bit. i’m struggling with these next two chapters though. they just seem like fillers and not super important. i don’t want to take them away necessarily because i don’t want to just jump into the “offseason stuff” quite yet. however, these chapters just seem like fillers.

i want to hear what all of you think/would like to see! . the next chapter is the bengals losing the AFC championship game and the reader meeting Joes parents. (it’s a filler, but it’s still important ig)

then after that, it’s nfl honors. i was very 50/50 on writing this chapter in the first place. i had some cute ideas, but it just seems kinda pointless to write. joe has a cute lil speech, but that’s about it.

SO the options are i keep both chapters in and just push through the writers block i’m having, i keep the championship and get rid of nfl honors, OR i get rid of both and jump into the “off-season instagram dump” chapter.

totally up to all of you! i’m not going to do a poll because i’d like to start writing this afternoon/evening, so that i can get an update out within the next couple of days for all of you!

so please, only if you want to, comment what you’d rather see happen. all of your feedback is greatly appreciated babes!🤍

#welcome to the jungle #joe burrow #joe burrow x reader

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nessieart · 10 months

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Teeth pt. 8

|| Before the Fall pt. 1 ||

WC: 3.7K

AN: Thought I'd post this for Steve's birthday today! its been sitting in my drafts for a few days. its fitting i think! Thanks for coming along with me on this journey! it means a lot to me.

Warnings: Canon level violence, made up fantasy elements prob’ly, cursing, no y/n used.

Eventual Tony x Reader

Summary: You meet up with an old friend and then travel to see a very familiar face you haven't seen in almost a year.

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-*-

It’s been a week since Christmas Eve. A week since that horrible man put that chemical in your body. A week since you’ve seen hide or hair of Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. Tony had told you that your scent was off, like charcoal and dried flowers. It sent you into a panic and you left as soon as the two of you returned to California.

You’ve shifted a few times since Christmas, your normal oversized coyote form a balm to your wounds. You thought constant Shifting would get rid of Extremis, and it seems you were right. It’s all but gone now, and New Year’s Eve is tomorrow.

You haven’t been home in a couple decades, the snow is fresh and more than you’ve seen fall in a long time. The Grand Canyon was always your siblings favorite place to stay growing up. It reminds you of simpler times; chasing hares, terrorizing the locals and tourists alike, the clearest nights’ sky filled with billions of stars. You won’t let anyone tell you there’s more beautiful places on earth, because for you, it’s right here.

The Canyons are painted in purples, oranges and yellows as the sunsets. Reflecting the image of the sky back to the earth. The snow reflects the shimmer from the setting sun as it gets blown from the wind, and you can’t tell the difference between stars in the valley below or the night sky that’s breaking through.

“Thought it’d be another age a’fore I saw your tail again,” a voice says from behind you. You smile to yourself, but don’t turn to greet the newcomer.

You sigh, your breath floating away in the wind, “Didn’t think I’d ever come back.” The figure steps up to stand next to you, you both overlooking the Canyon. You glance at him, he looks taller than the last time you saw him. “What are you doin’ here, Leon?”

Your twin turns to you, a sad smile on his handsome face, “Felt it. Whatever happened to you,” he reaches his hand out and you take it, twining your fingers together and holding tightly. “What the hell happened to you, Flowers?”

His childhood nickname for you made tears spring to your eyes. So you tell him. Leon waits for you to finish your story, from the months leading up to you being in New York, to you being here with him. You can tell he’s holding back his anger as you tell him about last week. Being a twin, and a supernatural one at that, you two have always been able to feel the strongest emotions and pain in each other.

His eyes are glowing amber when you finish your story, there’s a low growl rippling through his chest as he heaves in a few steadying breaths.

“I’ll kill him,” he growls out, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl.

“He’s dead, Lee. Everything’s fine now,” you assure him. He looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing. You bring your finger up to smooth the crease between his brows and he sighs.

“Poppy…?” He flicks the loose collar around your neck, his head tilting to the side.

You may have left out some important information. Like finding your mate, and said mate being in a relationship already. “It’s…complicated,” you say, he raises his eyebrows at you. “My, uh, mate,” you cringe when he squeaks.

“I always thought we smelled similar,” he’s grinning. Leon’s face gets serious after a moment, “What happened that you aren’t with them now - your mate?”

You look out at the Canyon again and sigh, “He’s with someone. And he told me my scent has changed - since Extremis. I didn’t want to be around him and his girlfriend while they sort their life out now that their house was destroyed.” You look back at your twin, tears welling up in your eyes, “Like charcoal and dried out flowers. Like death.” You whisper the the last of your sentence.

Leon hushes you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his head on top of yours. His large hands rub up and down your back, trying to soothe you.

“Well, you smell fine to me,” he mumbles in your hair. You both chuckle a little. You missed your brother so much, and you always forget it used to be you and him against the world.

You inhale his scent, he still smells like wild flowers, pine, and summer sun. “I missed you so much, Sunny,” you mumble the nickname into his chest, you both hug each other a little tighter.

-*-

You stayed with Leon well into Spring. He lived in a small cabin not too far from the Grand Canyon. It reminded you of the house you all grew up in, too small for the litter of pups your parents had, but also homey and well lived in.

You spent the last few full moons running around the Canyon with our brother. You felt more free running with him than you have in a long time. And you wonder why you ever left his side to begin with.

One evening, while you wait for Leon to return home, there’s a small ding that comes from your collar.

Miss Poppy JARVIS is speaking quietly, the blue light glowing in the dark and pulsing with every word he says.

“Hi there, JARVIS, it’s been a while,” you respond. Subconsciously thumbing over the grooves of the name tag.

Indeed it has. How are you doing, if I may ask? Always so polite. You wonder if Tony really made the AI or if JARVIS just picked a personality all his own.

“I’m doing a lot better since the last time we spoke,” you sigh. “Can we cut to the chase, J? What did you need me for?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and you wonder if he’s trying to think of the right thing to say.

It’s to do with Sir and Miss Potts. He stops again, and you hum in acknowledgment. They are no longer in a relationship. Hope beats in your chest for a moment, you could go to him, and everything would be great. Or amazing. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Or…

“Why are you telling me this, J?”

I thought you would like to know. Given your feelings toward Mr Stark. And his feelings for you. Oh you cheeky AI.

“I don’t think it’s that simple anymore, is it?” You’re both silent for a moment. You think he might have gone but then the light comes back on your collar.

“Poppy?” You inhale sharply. Tony. He clears his throat, “I, uh, sorry about JARVIS. Meddlesome AI. What’s a genius to do?” You think you can hear a smirk in his voice. It’s been almost 5 months since you’ve heard his voice.

“How are you, Tony?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Want to know if he’s feels as empty as you have since Christmas.

There’s an audible sigh over the comms, “Oh you know,” you think you can picture him waving his hands about, feigning nonchalance and you smile to yourself. “Keeping busy. Trying to keep this teenage menace out of trouble.”

“Oh. Are- are you back in New York?” You cringe a little at your question, don’t be stupid.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’ at the end, “Settled in a few months ago. Y’know, if you want-“

Your name is called from behind you. Seems like Leon’s home. “What are you doin’ out here, Flowers?” He’s walked over to you, you’re sitting in the backyard on a rock. The sky above is cloudless and the stars look like they go on forever. He notices the light on your collar, and tilts his head, his eyebrows furrow. “Everything ok?” You nod, eyes wide as you look at him. He hums. “Well, I brought dinner home, whenever you’re ready. I’ll be inside.” He turns around and begins to walk back towards the house.

You sigh, “Sorry about that. I’ve been stay-“

“It’s fine,” Tony cuts you off. His tone clipped short. Was he upset? “I need to go, Bruce just walked in,” he says your name and the light goes out on your collar.

“Tony? Wait! Ugh! JARVIS?” There’s no reply and the light doesn’t come back on. You groan and put your head in your hands. “What the fuck was that?”

Back inside the house, your shoulders are slumped and you huff when you sit at the small table in the kitchen with Leon.

His smile is small as he looks at you, “What was that all about?”

You take the collar off and place it on the table, “Tony. His AI contacted me and wanted me to know that Tony and his girlfriend broke up.” You sigh and put your forehead on the table.

“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Now you won’t seem like a homewrecker if you pursue your mate,” he grins at you when you lift your head to glare at him. He chuckles, “What? I’m just saying.” He shrugs his shoulders.

After dinner, you and Leon are sitting in his living room, the fireplace doesn't get much attention now that it's warming up outside.

Leon turns to you, his eyes big and bright. "Come to D.C. with me," he says.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "what?"

"I have a job that needs seeing to," he rubs the back of his neck and looks around the small living space. "My boss called me in for something. It's a small thing. No need to worry. But, I think getting back into actual civilization would be good for you."

He shrugs a little bit, giving you a hopeful smile. "I also hear they have a Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian."

Your face heats up. Of course he'd use your childhood crush of Steve to get your attention.

"I've met him, y'know," you tell him, smugly. Leon's jaw drops as he stares at you.

He tosses a pillow at your head, "No way! I don't believe you!"

-*-

For the last 2 weeks you've tried to get in touch with JARVIS and Tony, but every time you try, there's no response. You decide to turn the collar into a bracelet, cutting and sewing the fabric to fit your wrist perfectly. You even added elastic to it so the material could stretch with you when you Shift.

You accompany Leon to Washington, D.C. He told you his boss needed him to "show up for once", and he decided to take you with him. Leon has always been good at distracting you when you get too lost in your own head.

It's nearly sun up one morning while you explore the quiet of D.C.

"I don't think I've been here since the late 70s," you tell him while you walk around the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. "Not much has changed has it?"

Leon hums, "Maybe not a whole lot." He then points to a figure jogging around the Pool, and another one with ungodly speed. Your eyes widen as the taller figure comes into view and he's gone just as fast.

"Steve?" You say, it's barely above a whisper and you notice his feet falter and he looks over his shoulder and sees you.

Steve's jogging backwards when he lifts a hand in playful salute to you, giving you a wink, he turns around and continues his sprint.

Your brother nudges you with his elbow, "no way that just happened!" He's starstruck as he looks off to where Steve is running.

"I'll introduce you when he stops. If he stops," you grin. The man that Steve has passed comes jogging by you both and he nods his head in greeting.

It’s about an hour later you see Steve talking to the man that was also jogging around the Memorial. Steve looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat, whereas the man on the ground is covered in it.

As you make your way closer, Steve glances over at you and smiles, his hands on his hips. He calls your name with a little wave. When you near him, he spreads his arms out and you walk into him and hug him. He hums. How is it that he smells nice after running for so long? A throat clears behind you and Steve steps back, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.

Steve holds his hand out to your brother, “Steve Rogers,” he offers his name.

“Oh! This is Leon,” you say as the two shake hands, “my brother.” Steve’s eyes widen ever so slightly and he glances at you, and you give him a smile.

“Pleased to meet you,” Steve says as he retracts his hand and gives Leon a nod.

Leon is grinning as he puts his hands in his pockets, “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Captain.” He winks and you elbow him in the side.

You look at the man who has been watching the whole interaction with an amused expression on his face and you wave at him and offer him your name.

The dark skinned man turns to you, he has a flirty smile on his lips, he extends a hand, “Sam Wilson,” he nods to your brother and then turns to Steve. “You must miss the good ole days, huh?”

Steve tilts his head to the side slightly, thinking. He looks far more relaxed since the last time you saw him. “Well, things aren’t so bad,” he smirks. “Food’s a lot better - we used to boil everything,” you and Leon chuckle a little. “No polio is good. Internet - so helpful - been reading that a lot, trying to catch up.”

It’s then you realize that you forgot that Steve hasn’t lived through the turn of the century like you and your brothers have. You kind of feel bad that he’s had to figure out all this mostly by himself. Leon must sense your distress, he puts an arm around your shoulders and brings you into his side. You give him a small smile in return.

“Marvin Gaye, 1972 - Trouble Man soundtrack,” Sam says, “everything you missed, jammed into one album.” As he’s speaking you notice Steve pulling out a little notebook.

“I’ll put it on The List,” Steve says as he jots the information down Sam gave him. You wonder what else he has written down.

Leon’s phone chimes with a notification and you feel him tense. And not even 5 seconds later Steve’s phone chimes as well. Your eyebrows furrow, as Leon pulls away to check his phone.

“Alright, Sam,” Steve says as he shakes the man's hand, “duty calls. Thanks for the run - if that’s what you call running.” He smirks.

Sam scoffs, “Oh, that’s how it is?” They’re both chuckling at each other, conversing as you turn back towards Leon.

“I’m sorry, Flowers,” Leon says to you as he puts his phone away, “Bossman needs me earlier than I thought.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a sad smile. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can, ok?” He waves goodbye to Sam and Steve and jogs off down the road.

Steve comes over to you, “Flowers, huh? I thought that’s what I could smell on you.” Your eyes widen and lips part as you look up at him, and before you can respond the rev of an engine meets your ears as a sleek black Corvette pulls up to the curb near you all. The window on the passenger side rolls down and you see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair in the driver's seat.

She leans forward, “Hey, any of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil,” she smirks.

“That’s hilarious,” Steve deadpans. He brings his forefinger to your chin and tips it up, gives you a wink and walks towards the car. When he’s seated in the passenger seat he looks back at Sam, “can’t run everywhere.”

You stand next to Sam as he crouches down, “No you can’t.” He grins up at you and you smirk back at him. You wave goodbye to Steve and he gives you a soft smile, and the car speeds away.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam,” you say as you step away from him. You had to remember where your brother's apartment was now that you’re alone. You look around, eyebrows furrowed.

Sam stands up and crosses his arms over his chest, “You and Captain America a thing, or can I ask you out for breakfast?” He smirks at you and you scoff.

“Doesn’t every girl have a thing for Captain America?” He raises an eyebrow at you, “no uh, Steve’s just a friend. And I- well it’s complicated I guess,” you run the tips of your fingers against the fabric of the wristband on your arm.

Sam brings his hands up, “Hey, it was an innocent joke. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he gives you a soft smile, which you return. He waves it off, “but seriously, let me take you out to breakfast. You look a little lost.” He shrugs when you give him a look.

You nod your head, you were pretty hungry, and you won’t say no to a free meal.

You had a great morning with Sam. He was funny and could keep a conversation going, even if you didn’t have much to say. You told him how you met Steve, but not the circumstances, just that you met him in New York last Fall and got to know him and a few of the other Avengers. You also told him about Peter, how you and him became fast friends in the short amount of time you knew him.

You left out what you are and your weird relationship with Tony. Instead telling Sam about your brother Leon and how close you two are. Sam had asked if you and Leon had “that weird twin thing going on”. You laughed and said you did. Something you couldn’t really explain unless you’d give away your secret of being a Shifter, and exposing Supernaturals in general. But there was something about Sam that made you want to tell him all your secrets - maybe his kind eyes and gentle demeanor.

-*-

It was early afternoon the next day when your phone chimed with a message. Leon still wasn’t back from work and you were getting antsy. He did send you a message in the middle of the night saying he wasn’t sure when he would be back.

You checked your phone and it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello, it’s Steve. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the Air and Space museum?

You smiled, and typed a reply.

You: Sure, Steve! I’d love to go.

Steve: Great, I can pick you up.

You give Steve the address to your brother’s apartment, and go get ready. As you’re waiting for him to arrive you notice the light on your wristband is blinking. Your brow furrows and you press it. A small projection of Tony pops up and your heart flutters.

There’s a small smile on your face as you take in the sight of him. The blue holo-image is from his chest up, it looks like he’s sitting at a desk and the camera is just off to the side. Tony’s tinkering with a repulsor from an Iron Man hand, goggles over his eyes, his tongue peaks out from between his lips. You can hear the faint rhythm of music in the background.

“Tony?” You say softly. He jumps, dropping the screwdriver-like device from his hand to the table top with a clang.

He tears the goggles off his eyes and they sit on his head, his eyes are wide as they look towards the camera.

Tony inhales sharply, “Poppy…?” He says softly. “JARVIS!” He yells after a few seconds of staring at you.

The music cuts out and the AI replies, Sir?

“Don’t you ‘Sir’ me, JARVIS!” Tony goes off for a minute on the AI and you’re giggling at him. He seems to notice after a minute and turns back to you. You can only assume he can also see you, a soft expression on his face at your quiet giggling.

“How are you, Tony?”

Tony places his head in his hand as he stares at you, and your cheeks burn at the attention. “Better now,” he says. The look on his face sobers and he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, about before. A few weeks ago,” he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand, “I didn’t mean to sound so, y’know,” he waves his hand in the air, and you smile at him.

“It’s okay, I would have acted the same way. That was my brother, Leon,” you clarify. And he hums in response. There’s a far off look in his eyes and he sighs deeply. You chuckle a little, “You listening, Tony?”

“Wh-? Of course I am,” he straightens up and drops his hand back to the table. The blue of his holo-self flickers a bit, “Where are you now?”

“D.C.” you say, your phone dings and you pick it up. Steve says he’s outside your building and you turn your attention back to Tony. “Hey, I’d love to catch up later. If you’re free - I uh, promised Steve I’d go to his exhibit with him.”

Tony has a smirk on his face, “A date with Capsicle, eh?” You roll your eyes, heat going to your ears. “Tap the receiver twice and JARVIS will notify me and I’ll call you. It’s good to see you, Poppy.”

You smile at him, the blue hologram flickering again. “It’s really good to see you too, love.” Tony smiles and you think he blushes because his hand covers his mouth and he looks away from you for a second.

“See you later,” he raises a hand, like he's going to turn off the call, “sweetheart.” And the call ends. The apartment is quiet again, and you sigh deeply. You missed him, and you almost forgot how much until you saw and heard him again.

Your phone chimes again, and you shake off your daze,

You: I’m on my way down!

-*-

Thanks for reading!! Happy Birthday, Steve!

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A Little Piece of You: Chapter 1 A New Friendship Circle (+Intro)

Authornim: I've been pondering for weeks what else i should post in this blog of mine. Stories haven't been going around that much, especially my one shots because I figured I want to finish the two ongoing ones first before posting them here. I decided to finally post this ongoing series of mine, despite doubts of the nature of its content to be fitting for the site.

I caved in in the end because I want to expand the audience reach for it. That said, this would be a mature, heavily plot-driven story with idols serving as actors and actresses, not limited to one particular girl and even boy group. If you like a long series to read on your spare time, then I hope that you would enjoy this story too.

I would update this regularly and it would take time for it to catch up on my updates on Wattpad. You can check it there if you like. Book cover art done by: @usedpidemo

Masterlist here. Enjoy!

Yoon Jae-In has always been the type of person who was fascinated among a lot of things, yet there was nothing better than when two of those things come together in utmost harmony. Sitting along in rooftops were already one thing that separates him from the real world while embracing the silence and the peace of the stillness he has with himself. The other one was arguably the cold, twilight-lid atmosphere of the approaching evening; for him, the skies that are lined with the lazy hue of the transitioning orange and indigo incited calmness inside him. Now, as he sat at the rooftop of the newly renovated Penthouse of Seoul’s own City Skylight Hotel, having the privilege to experience both of the phenomena at the same time felt too good to be true.

It has been a long time since he had the chance to do it again.

Jae-In could not even recall how long he has been staying there as the humble company of his hand phone was more than enough to keep him occupied. A couple of scribbles here and there was perhaps the sole thing to blame for the absence of boredom, and above all the soothing company as well as nostalgia of the place getting the best of him as he sat on the leather-bound seats of the said Penthouse.

For a while now, he has been alone; merely seated at the ledge of the establishment admiring the beauty of the late-afternoon sky. It was until the unexpected appearance of his two college friends, Doh Kyungsoo and Kim Hyojong, prompted himself to rid his lonely, waiting demeanour and welcome the company of his two friends.

“It’s been a while Jae-In,” Kim Hyojong remarked as he moved to provide space for Kyungsoo. “I certainly was not expecting to see you in a place like this. You’re honestly the least likely person among us that would actually show up here.”

Jae-In smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Dawn, believe me; I really was not expecting myself to show up here as well.”

“Hey,” interrupted Kyungsoo. “Don’t tell me that you’ve gotten around us having to convince you just to head here on the weekend. You used to be the number one person who took a lot of convincing just to go here. Oh and by the way, this fellow beside me is now actually called Hyojong now. It took him a while to rid of his ‘Dawn’ name until his boss mistook him for a lady.”

“Is that so, Hyojong-ah? You’re dropping the ‘Dawn’ thing after all these years?”

“Well, as long as I’m not in suits and ties, I can still use it. Who cares what they know about it? I’ll still be ‘Dawn’ no matter what happens, Jae-In,” Hyojong quipped and it earned an earnest laugh amongst the three of them.

“Of course you’d say that… anyway, you two know that I’ll have to address the elephant in the room. As much as I’m really impressed with the coincidence of our meeting, I’d like to know what actually caused the two of you to show up here on the penthouse. Was this something that you two planned?”

“It actually wasn’t,” replied Kyungsoo. “Well, you know how it is these days. It’s just me and Hyojong here that’s getting in touch after we all graduated. You’re busy with your own thing, Jae-In; Shinwon’s off to the Philippines for a vacation with his girlfriend, Yeri and Hongseok… of course they’re busy. I really can’t invite anyone else for a weekend drink aside from Hyojong here. Even Soyeon’s surprisingly out of reach.”

“That’s unfortunate, if you think about it. Even Shinwon and Kino are having something to do with their lives and yet here I am stuck with Kyungsoo drinking weekend beers here and there,” Hyojong teased.

“Hey, it’s not like I chose to get stuck with you too, man! I’m just happy to be with even just a fraction of our friendship circle. At least you have me to call around whenever you’re lonely.”

“Fine, fine; it’s just a joke after all. Hey, how about you Jae-In? You still haven’t told us why you’re Skylight-ing under our noses, you know. Care to give us a well-earned explanation?”

“Oh yeah that’s right; is there something going on? Are we holding you, perhaps, on a potential date?”

A period of silence ensued amidst the three young men with Kyungsoo and Hyojong merely earning a sly grin from Jae-In. Had he not broken the silence a couple of seconds later, the two would have continued to wait in anticipation or perhaps tease him until he manages to speak himself out.

“Yeah… that… Am I still allowed to not speak about it?”

“Ah yes, there he goes again,” teased Hyojong. “Apparently, not even working life could loosen up his tongue about his relationship. Nothing has changed.”

“No, Dawn-ah; I just… I figured it might be too complicated to explain given I’m not really sure how much time we have left.”

“You better stop stalling then,” Kyungsoo added amidst his talking. “Even I am surprised to see you here so out of the blue and I’m definitely curious as to how you ended up in a place like this. You sure are not planning to drink here alone now, are you?”

“No, I don’t think I will. I’ve had way too much of experience of that in this place. Having a cup of tea is a good change of pace. God, it’s so nostalgic; how long has it been since we’ve been here, two years?”

Hyojong smiled as he leaned and rested his back on the leather backrest. “Oh you have no idea, Jae-In; it’s been three years since we’ve last been together. I think it’s two that we’ve last seen each other complete. Even I lost track of time already.”

“Exactly,” continued Kyungsoo. “You still haven’t told us the complete story, Jae-In. Something that was left on our imagination all these years and we’ve brought back here in this place with you… I guess that’s a sign that we deserve to know what really happened, right? You’re back here already, and I take that you’ve done it because the memories of the place already subsided in your mind.”

“I guess so. It’s been a long time already. I don’t think that there’s any real point to not move on.”

“So, I’ll ask this boldly now; how are you and Ningning? Are you two happy?”

Jae-In fell silent amidst Kyungsoo’s question, as it alone surged a ton of questions he never really thought of thinking until that moment.

Of course, he’s going to ask that… it’s been a while since I ever got asked that question…

Ning Yizhuo…

Has it really been that long?

---THREE YEARS EARLIER---

The deep orange remnants of the twilight sun-lit sky spiralled amidst the purple-indigo-clad skies as it overlooked a humble university. North Line International University, located not far from the main urban jungle of South Korea that was Seoul, was this multi-establishment complex placed on a rather elevated terrain, and inside one if its rooms, clearly lost interest in his Social Sciences class, sat a young engineering student named Yoon Jae-In.

Yoon Jae-In was not always the person who would skimp in any kind of class as he personally disliked the idea of not attending; even if the class would bring out his absolute disinterest in. Social Sciences was one of those subjects that he would not really mind sitting throughout but if it was not for the over-all monotonous tone of his teacher, he would definitely not have his mind placed somewhere else.

Slowly, using the small volume of his pencil case as his cover, Jae-In carefully raised the screen of his smart phone just as his professor began to write on the board. Then, with one flick of his hand, he immediately opened the messaging app and in turn the group chat he recently got added in. There was still that aura of caution he had from within considering it was his first new set of friends ever since entering university two years prior, and of course he definitely did not want to screw it up no matter how kind they seemed to him.

His high school friend, Doh Kyungsoo, served as the de facto carry of the conversation as it was his idea to introduce everyone to each other in the first place.

Doh Kyungsoo: @everyone hey, what’s up? Are you all still in your classes? Please message here in case you’re done so that we could just head off together. I’m sure some of you don’t even know where Skylight is so it’s better if we’re to head together.

Of course, as perhaps a tradition to ever new friendship circle Kyungsoo has been in, it was inevitable for the first meet to happen regardless of when they’d do it. Jae-In never really got the chance to get out of his academic shell as he is often pigeonholed on his practices when he was still in high school, which is why the new friendship circle was a mixed bag even for him.

It was easy to not go and excuse himself for the better, yet a part of him also wanted to figure out what these people were. After all, they seemed to be nice people and it would be such a huge disservice to Kyungsoo who unintentionally created everything with the best intentions for everyone. He had met a couple of them when they had a small lunch together, but of course there was more to know than just a mere lunch out with people.

This is exactly why he also wanted to go to Skylight despite him not really having enough experiences on such places.

Jae-In had finally gotten his act together and was about to reply to Kyungsoo when his message was interrupted with a message from one of the new people he met, a very vocal and free-spirited woman who was known as Jeon Soyeon.

Soyeon: I’ll be there shortly! I’m just doing a couple of last-minute errands but I’ll be there I promise!

Jeon Soyeon, from what Jae-In could make up from the brief lunch out he had with her previously, was a very loud, charismatic woman who was not really that hard to be close with. To him, she seemed to be the type of person who would engage on a conversation first before anyone else and true enough, with what he had experience being in the same messaging group as she did, was really happy-go-lucky. Soyeon was actually the first person, at least among his new friends that went off of his way and talk to Jae-In first; an act he viewed as something he could not do himself. It was just a short interaction but thanks to it, he felt most comfortable with such a strong presence such as her.

Then, following Soyeon’s announcement, was one of Jae-In’s familiar friends from High School who’s presence were once again announced by the person he’d say would be his closest friend thus far, Kim Hyojong, or as he would like to call himself, Dawn.

Dawn: Sorry, but I don’t think that I’d be able to join you tonight. I have some stuff I got to sort out tonight.

Kyungsoo: That’s unfortunate. You can’t postpone it any time soon?

Dawn: I can’t, man; I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to catch you all on the next one.

Kyungsoo: No worries; how about the others? Where are all of you?

With that, Jae-In elected to reply.

Jae-In: Give me five minutes. This class is about over.

It would seem to Jae-In that his brief update about his whereabouts would be drowned by the subsequent messages of his two other high school friends, Ko Shin Won and Kang Hyung-gu; the dynamic duo often regarded by Kyungsoo as ‘Dumb and Dumber’, finally told the group where they were. Hyung-gu, who was often called by his friends as ‘Kino’, messaged in behalf of them both for the time-being.

Kino: We’re heading at the Uni’s gate and of course I’m with Shinwon. We’re meeting you in about five minutes depending on how fast this dude walks.

Kino: Oh and also, he wants me to say that he’s invited someone. He did not quite clarify if this person’s a ‘she’ but we’ll see.

Kyungsoo: I’ll be waiting for the rest of you. Hongseok told me that he’d be here in a minute, too, so I guess it’ll just be a matter of time.

Hongseok, on the other hand, was this person of whom Jae-In would think he would require extra effort understanding. Not only that their personalities and interests being absolute opposites, but also he was a very loud and proud person; someone who has a strong personality. At first impressions, it was easy to contrast him to be the male version of Soyeon, if only he was a bit timid on certain times compared to her who was pretty much happy-go-lucky all the time.

But of course, despite the ensuing chaos of the rest of the group’s bickering about Dumb and Dumber, Jae-In’s head was occupied somewhere else. While it was true that he had to exercise extra caution considering his professor had started to walk around as the lecture began to near its conclusion, he could still sneak a couple of glances towards his phone here and there. The messaging group continued to thrive for what felt like minutes, but there was one small detail that Jae-In could simply not ignore amidst all that…

There was one portrait of a chat member that was able to see the messages yet elected to not reply.

She has seen every single one of it since the very beginning.

Even with the lunch out, she was absent from showing up which only made Jae-In’s impression of her to still be remained in mystery.

He knows her full name was Ning Yizhou and her friends call her Ningning, but outside of that…

How is she like when she’s not in the messaging group and is in person?

---

I’ll have to thank whoever decided to put NLIU right smack in the middle of South Korea’s central business district that I no longer have to worry about travelling longer distances whenever I need to head off someplace. While it is true that the extreme privilege would instantly equate to a more expensive cost of living, for the most part it’s really not that noticeable.

That was pretty much the reason why almost every college student applying for university end up here. That’s also the reason why it’s such a chore to weave through mobs of students every after class. This one in particular, was perhaps the most engaging one yet. Having to walk almost an entire campus-length of people before getting to the main gate was really tiring, especially when everything else is mixed with students heading off of their classes as well as students waiting to enter their next respective classes.

After a couple of minutes, I managed to wade through an entire campus worth of people and successfully made my way towards the main gate of the university. As expected, the figures of Kyungsoo, Shinwon, Kino, and Hongseok were there with Hongseok clearly occupied on a phone call. The three other figures were absorbed in a deep and interesting conversation, and I could say that much considering no one really noticed that I was approaching them from the gate’s exit.

The university’s main gate was this wide, roofed section extending downwards a long and extended flight of stairs stretching towards the main façade where students and bystanders spend their time overlooking the street ahead. Of course, at this time of the day with the afternoon being the most common point of dismissal for majority of the students, it was self-explanatory why it would be flooded with a flock of students to and fro.

“…and I thought that I was ready to ping on the enemy but when I switched my weapon out, I realized I haven’t even reloaded it yet,” I heard Kino’s voice as I approached the three of them. “I was panicking so hard that I switched to knifing and attempted to melee him instead. I guess we can all know what happened afterwards.”

“Jae-In-ssi, hey,” greeted Shinwon.

“Yo; you guys played before you got here?”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you weren’t there. A lot of crazy stuff happened back there,” said Kino towards me, earning a nod of agreement from Shinwon.

“I’ll get there next time. What’s up with him?” I asked, gesturing towards Hongseok who was nodding on the phone.

“He says it’s his mother,” informed Kyungsoo. “We all know that it’s not convincing, but he really sounds so sincere so I guess it’s really his mother.”

As if it was perfectly timed, Hongseok nodded towards the phone and proceeded to hang the call up. Then, with a smile, he approached the four of us flipping his hand on his phone with a clear expression of pride on his face.

“How did it go? Did they say ‘yes’ to you?” inquired Shinwon. “Did your… mother… approve of this night out?”

“As a matter of fact, she did,” he replied nonchalant. “I managed to take her into me spending the night with you, granted it was a Saturday anyway so it’s not really that hard to get myself around on.”

“Really now… if it’s that easy, how come you seem so occupied since we arrived here then…? Is it really your mother?” teased Kino.

“Why are you so fucking nosy? Of course it is my mother, who else would it be?”

“I don’t know… maybe someone who’s probably our age and would actually pique our interest for this evening… I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

“What?”

“Hey, hey” interrupted Kyungsoo as we both raised heads from reading messages on the group. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, now, okay? Ning and Soyeon are still not here. Neither of them is replying to me and Ning’s especially nowhere to be found.”

“Didn’t she see the messages that we’ve been sending to the messaging group?” asked Kino. “I’m sure even if we’re merely talking to each other and she’s seeing the messages, then there’s a good chance she’ll know what we’re up to. She always shows up without a word, and this does not make it any different.”

“I know that, but there’s no definite plan if she’s agreeing to go or not. She could easily leave the chat tab on and not be aware of what’s going on. I’ve known her to do those kinds of stuff as well.”

So, she’s a bit cluttered then. She must be rushing on a couple of different axes on this day. Even if she’s late, however, I doubt that Kyungsoo and the others would leave her behind. I was told that she was really looking forward to head to Skylight this evening. It would be a huge disservice to her if she won’t come.

“What’s the matter with Ning anyway?” asked Kino amidst the brief silence. “I thought that she’s finished with her classes already, how come she’s still not here?”

“I think she’s rushing on some requirements. Otherwise, I can’t think of any other reason for her to be late, especially in this circumstance,” Kyungsoo responded.

“Well, whatever the reason is, you can ask her yourself; and maybe greet Soyeon, too as she’s literally there with her,” gestured Shinwon towards the far end of the university gate where two figures emerged from the street beyond.

---

True enough; the two remaining ladies approached the small group of guys with a clear rush on their faces. Soyeon walked beside Ningning, waving her arms wide as she treaded closer to the group. For what was about to happen that evening, she was wearing a white, loose, sleeveless top with a black band bra underneath, coupled with tattered jeans, red sneakers as well as a loose drawstring bag behind her. Ningning, on the other hand, had a darker palette that complimented the rest of her dark-auburn hair. Sporting a black shirt and jeans combo finished with similarly-styled white sneakers with her backpack draped behind her, Ning Yizhou had strands of her hair caught up on her forehead with sweat.

“What happened to you? Did you run here?” Kyungsoo asked as soon as the two ladies joined the group waiting for them. “Why does Ningning look… like that?”

“Don’t even ask. I’ll tell you what happened later,” the woman called Ningning answered, clearly holding her chest as she caught her breathing. “I’m so stressed and I just want to head to Skylight right now and relax.”

“Actually, I saw Ning when I got out of my dorm and elected to join her on going here. Apparently, she’s tired because of something but even she did not explain it to me,” Soyeon said, supplying lost information towards the group while Shinwon scoffed.

“Is that a good enough reason to not even reply to the messaging group? It would have been a lot easier if you just told us what you’re doing then at least we’d know and we won’t be assuming that you’re not interested on going.”

“Shinwon, don’t start with me. I’m really tired right now and I just want to relax.”

“How are you supposed to--?”

“Is everyone else here already?” interrupted Jae-In for the benefit of Ningning and Shinwon not engaging on another possibly uncontrollable argument. “Are we still waiting for anyone else?”

“Yep, everyone’s pretty much here. I think we’re set to go. Do you guys want to board a cab? We can all fit if we choose a larger one, right?” asked Kyungsoo.

“In that regard, I’ll call a cab for all of us. You all wait for me here,” Soyeon volunteered as she left for the side street, out of earshot, to call for a cab.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group’s gentlemen were once again engaged on a heated debate. Everything seemed to have boiled down to Kino asking Shinwon about his guest, which pretty much drove everyone else curious including Kyungsoo and Hongseok. And so, the only person left to talk to the still-tired Ningning was none other than Yoon Jae-In. The young man had no real intention to engage on a conversation with her, but given how verbal Ningning is, she went out of her way and actually spoke to Jae-In out of sheer curiosity.

“You’re Jae-In right…; the one who’s recently added to the messaging group?”

“Yep, that would be me.”

“It’s my first time meeting let alone drinking with you. I’m Ningning. We could have met at the lunch out not that long ago but I had to do some other stuff. I do look forward to being friends with you, though.”

With that, Ningning held her hand out for Jae-In to shake. Even though he precisely knew what to do with the humble offer, his head felt really dumbstruck that it was Ningning that first engaged a conversation on his rather timid persona, for the time being at least. Regardless, he still took her hand and shook it with utmost warmth; a gesture of which she returned with utmost enthusiasm.

“I’m Jae-In. I hope we get along well.”

“That’s good to hear. Don’t go all drunk on me on our first get-together, okay?”

Jae-In had no time to even respond to her as Soyeon’s voice came talking from nearby, apparently accomplishing her mission of hailing a cab fit for them all. Ningning already let go of his hand as she joined the rest of the group, and Jae-In followed shortly with one clear thought in his mind:

This night is going to be really crazy and I can already feel it.

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Forduary Week 3: Insomnia

Post-series Fiddauthor fluff! Sometimes sleeping is hard. (CW for mention of serious bodily injury, and also for a lil bit of Ford’s ptsd)

There’s nothing like falling asleep on a boat, Ford thinks longingly. He never once had trouble sleeping on the Stan o’ War, unless it was because of some temporary problem, like Stan stomping around their room or pain from a cracked rib.

Now that he and Stanley have returned to Gravity Falls for the summer, Ford seems only to be able to sleep in fitful catnaps throughout the day, sometimes waking by jolting himself upright, filled with the urge to either punch something or run until he realizes where he is. At night, after trying and often failing to fall asleep, he paces around the Hootenanny Hut like a none-too-stealthy ghost, exploring the cavernous, tacky rooms and their contents.

Ford stands at the end of a spacious hallway. In the darkness, it seems painted in grays and blacks. The window at the end of the hall is so ostentatiously large and multi-paned that he wonders if it was placed there by accident. It was probably intended to be the central feature of a house that cost a mere six figures. The window overlooks a healthy portion of deep, black woods, bathed at the moment in bright moonlight that spills into the hallway and pools on Ford’s bare feet. He winces, suddenly realizing how cold his toes are. He curls them into the thick, artfully patterned carpet. He should have worn socks.

Ford’s eyes are gritty and sore. His head aches. His jaw, too. He’s been clenching it without noticing, an old habit of his that’s resurfaced. His tension ratchets up when he hears footsteps behind him. He whirls around quickly, despite the fact that he knows perfectly well who it will be.

Fiddleford is dressed for sleep in sweats and a t-shirt. He moseys down the hallway, smiling when he catches Ford’s eye, in spite of Ford’s overreaction to his presence. Ford smiles, slightly embarrassed to be caught panicking at nothing.

“Good evening,” he says, feeling immediately re-embarrassed. A lot of formality for a man wearing plaid jammies, he thinks in an annoyingly Stan-like voice. Fiddleford only smiles and steps nearer.

“Evenin’. Come here often?” They both look out Fiddleford’s window, shoulder to shoulder.

After a comfortable pause, Ford answers, “It’s my first time at this particular window.”

Fidds snorts. “Can’t sleep or don’t want to?” he asks.

Ford glances at him, smiling slightly. “I’d love to if I could. I think I’m just having trouble adjusting to sleeping on dry land.”

Fiddleford nods. “Did all you could to avoid it when we were young and now you can’t sleep when you want to. That’s irony for ya.”

Ford nearly jumps out of his skin when Fiddleford brushes his hand against Ford’s. Before Fiddleford can do more than twitch in surprise and open his mouth to apologize, Ford slips his hand quickly into Fiddleford’s.

“Sorry,” he says before Fiddleford can. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, honey.” Fiddleford’s frowning up at him, worried. His eyes are full of concern. Ford likes Fiddleford’s eyes. Although Ford can’t see their color in the darkness he imagines he can, his brain filling in the details it knows to be there. He can see/not see the dark blue of Fiddleford’s eyes and the way they scan Ford’s face. Surely, in the poor lighting, Fiddleford must also be relying on memory to fill in Ford’s finer details. He wonders if the Ford Fidds is imagining has rid himself of facial hair in the last day. Or if he lacks the tired circles under his eyes that the real Ford has. Then again, Fidds was with him today– he knows Stanford isn’t looking his best.

It occurs to Ford that he should perhaps say something. He can’t remember what the last thing said was. Is it his turn to talk? He doesn’t know. Could his tiredness be catching up with him? Shameful. He used to be able to go for three to six days without sleeping.

“I’m getting old,” he tells Fiddleford, who laughs.

“Sure are, sugar, but least you ain’t the only one. You plan on looming here at my window for much longer?”

“I can probably loom anywhere,” Ford jokes. Fiddleford squeezes his hand.

“Come on, then. If you can’t sleep, you can’t sleep, and I wanted to show you my stories. Now’s as good a time as any.” He pulls Ford gently back down the hall.

Ford winces. Soos’s Japanese cartoons have cast some kind of spell over Fiddleford, who can’t get enough of them. He can’t say he has any particular interest in them, but Ford has to keep an open mind. Soos is a man of surprisingly good taste; he introduced Ford to FCLORP, a delightful hobby that Ford wishes existed when he and Fiddleford were young. It’s possible that anime has hidden depths.

Anyway, as crappy as he feels, he has a ready-made excuse if he fails to pay adequate attention.

They settle in the TV room, which is not to be confused with the theater. The theater seats sixteen and is lined in red velvet curtains. The day after he and Stan arrived back in town, they watched an old movie in there with an assortment of Fiddleford’s friends from town. The TV room is next to Fiddleford’s bedroom. It was once an identical bedroom, but now boasts a TV at the foot of the bed. Ford has never seen anyone in the TV room outside of himself and Fiddleford.

The bed is one that came with the house, formerly belonging to the Northwests– big and soft, all dark wood and fabrics in shades of blue. Ford flops onto it and crawls to the left side, wishing there was a couch in the room. Being in bed and unable to sleep feels like a slap in the face. Ford feels that the bed is mocking him, like the beds all do in the No Sleep Dimension.

“Alrighty, you all comfy?” Fiddleford asks cheerily.

“Let’s go for it, Fidds.” Ford tries to inject some energy into his voice, but it’s been over a week since he got any more than two unbroken hours of sleep a night. His ability to be energetic is severely reduced.

The opening sequence of Fiddleford’s show is action-filled and blindingly bright. Ford, watching carefully, gathers that it’s about a group of teenagers who possess the power to transform into large, conveniently color-coded robotic bears. Once the show proper begins, Ford quickly loses the thread.

“So he can’t become a bear yet,” Ford confirms with Fiddleford.

“Naw, just watch! This is only the first episode.” Fidds shifts closer and takes Ford’s hand again. “He ain’t found the razor yet that’ll change him into an Ursa Fighter.”

“Oh.”

Ford watches, stupefied, as the teenaged boy, sans colorful friends, discovers a large claw which he confusingly calls a razor and allows him to change his shape, mass, and chemical makeup. (But only specifically into the aforementioned robot bear shape.) He engages in combat with laser-toting androids and ultimately swears to protect the city from the sinister WitchCorp. When the closing credits begin, Ford wonders what he was supposed to have gleaned from this experience.

The next ten episodes clue Ford in slightly to the fact that context and meaning are somewhat nebulous in this fictional world. Occasionally he asks a clarifying question.

“Is he still inside the bear suit?”

“Nope, it’s converted his body into a bear.”

“Don’t his parents notice that he’s gone for hours at a time?” “It’ll come up later, just wait.” “These girls are happy to become child soldiers on the advice of a complete stranger?” “Well, they were destined to be Ursa Fighters just like Daisuke was, y’see.”

By the time the sun lances its horrible rays into the room, signaling another failed night for Stanford, he is now, if not proficient in the ways of the Ursa Fighter, at least an initiate. Ford’s no less exhausted after half a night spent watching cartoons, but is at least content. Sometime after Towa joined Daisuke in his quest (adding the White Bear to the team), he ended up pressed against Fiddleford’s side, head lolling on Fidds’s shoulder.

Fiddleford stops the stream. He wraps his arms around Ford, squeezing, and presses his face into Ford’s hair.

“Didn’t expect you to watch all that with me, if I’m telling the truth,” he says, voice muffled. “I was hopin’ it’d put you to sleep.”

Ford smiles, unsurprised. “But if I did stay awake, I might be inspired to help you try to work out the finer details of human-to-robot transformation by means of an enchanted claw?”

“That’s what we call a win-win!” Fiddleford laughs. “Though as far as transformin’ folks into robots goes, I reckon I don’t need any help– don’t forget you’re the looks and I’m the brains, peach pie.” They snicker together as Fiddleford squirms down to Ford’s level until they’re face to face.

Ford looks at him. He can see Fiddleford perfectly now, so the daylight is good for something, at least. He can see each wrinkle on Fiddleford’s face, the permanent tan that’s the legacy of decades spent homeless, the crooked way he’s smiling close-mouthed. Ford hopes it isn’t out of self-consciousness for his lost teeth and the shape the ones he has left are in. The longer Ford has loved Fiddleford, the more handsome Fidds has become, subjectively. He assumes it’s that way for everyone in love, but he’s never asked.

“We might as well get up.” Ford’s voice sounds like it’s being dragged across gravel. In all honesty, he has another idea regarding what they could do in a bed that they aren’t going to sleep in, but there’s no reason they can’t have coffee before sex.

“Sooner we get coffee into ya, the sooner it’ll metabolize and you can take a nap,” Fidds agrees. “Come on, then. We got frozen pizza for breakfast!” He’s much too full of energy for a man with his severity of caffeine dependency. Before he can rush off, Ford inches his face forward to kiss Fidds gently. Fiddleford puts a hand to Ford’s jaw, presumably to keep him in place, not that Ford was planning an escape.

Since the age of twenty, Ford has been of the opinion that Fiddleford is a very good kisser, though whether that’s due to the act of kissing just being generally pleasant or to Fidds’s natural talent, Ford doesn’t know. He used to entertain himself in college by imagining finding everyone Fiddleford had ever kissed and having them fill out a questionnaire, with the goal of determining the objectivity of his conclusion. “On a scale of one to five,” he would imagine writing, “how would you rate subject’s use of tongue during a kiss?” In spite of himself, Ford laughs, breaking away from Fiddleford’s mouth. He hasn’t thought about that in years and years.The lack of sleep must be making him giddy.

“Ain’t sure if that’s a compliment or not,” says Fidds, laughing too. “Be honest, now, does the beard tickle?”

Ford explains his secret, hypothetical study of Fiddleford’s past romantic interests, only a fraction as embarrassed as he would have been to talk about it thirty or forty years ago. He’s rewarded for his honesty by the thing Fiddleford’s face does as Ford explains his proposed methodology. His eyes shimmer with emotion, his mouth trembles, and his cheeks flush deep red.

“Ford!” He grabs Ford’s face with both hands. “That’s the most romantical thing I ever heard in my life! I can’t believe you never said anything about this before!” He kisses Ford again, then pulls back, looking almost irritated. “Dangit, if you weren’t so pathetic all sleep-deprived I’d say phooey to the whole notion of gettin’ outta bed and keep you here all day.”

Ford snorts. “Keep me here doing what, Fiddleford? Watching you sleep? Even when we were young you were always out like a light about twenty seconds after–” Ford interrupts himself by huffing when Fidds shoves him unceremoniously back onto his own side of the bed. He always was startlingly strong for his build.

“You can go ahead and talk yourself out of havin’ any fun with your old pal Fiddleford if’n that’s what’ll make you happy, Stanford. I’m gonna get me some coffee.” But he smiles when he says it, not really angry of course.

Ford reaches out a hand to him, only half as a joke. “I hope it goes without saying that I think of you as more than an old pal,” he says, pressing his free hand to his chest. Fiddleford pulls him out of bed and onto his feet. “You’re an old pal with an unparalleled technical mind and a very pleasant accent,” Ford goes on, putting his arm around Fidds.

“Oh yeah, the country charm always worked wonders on you, don’t think I don’t know it,” Fiddleford says, mouth curling at the corner. He removes the arm from around his waist and takes Ford’s hand again. Ford isn’t sure what’s gotten into them lately. Thank god Stanley isn’t here to witness Ford and Fiddleford acting like idiot honeymooners. “C’mon, hon, you look dead on your feet. Coffee.”

Ford grinds his teeth. He wishes he could hang on to his good mood, but it plunges at the reminder about coffee. Coffee means committing to another few hours awake. Or less. Maybe less. Worst case scenario, he will wander off to one of Fiddleford’s labs or workshops and climb into a cupboard to sleep, as if he’s on the run from Bill’s forces and can’t sleep openly in an undefended room.

Best case scenario, he’ll end up in Fiddleford’s bed, dead to the world. And, as long as he’s wishing for things, he might ideally sleep for a good four hours. (The middle case scenario for sleep, incidentally, is falling asleep in one of the mansion’s several sitting rooms. Fine, but not great for his back. A cupboard floor is more supportive.)

Now that he’s standing, Ford’s joints feel like water. Loud, popping, grinding water. His left thumb aches fiercely from his arthritis. His right fares better, the right arm having been cut off at the shoulder and regrown when he was fifty. Each time Ford blinks, his eyes click loudly. He can’t believe that a mere few minutes ago he was considering doing something as energetic as having sex.

In Fiddleford’s vast kitchen Ford sits at the scuffed table and mismatched chairs Fidds has crammed inelegantly against the breakfast counter as Fidds makes coffee and preheats the oven. He realizes he’s closed his eyes when he hears Fidds sigh but doesn’t see it.

“I was thinkin’ about pickin’ your brain over a robot I been fiddlin’ with, but somehow I think your brain may be slim pickings this mornin’.”

“Luckily I’m just the looks,” Ford mumbles. Fidds chuckles.

“Well, you ain’t holdin’ that side up, neither. No offense, darlin’, but you look like ten pounds of shit in a two-pound bag. If you don’t get some sleep soon, Stan’ll think I’m mistreatin’ ya. ”

Ford grimaces at the thought of being passed back and forth between his brother and his lover to be looked after, as if he can’t do a thing for himself. He opens his mouth, thinking naively that it will express the thought in his brain, but instead it says “Is it a bear?”

“What’sat?” Fidds calls.

“The robot you want to build,” Ford calls, propping his forehead on his hand. God, what he wouldn’t give to be in his bunk right now. Why can’t he sleep in Gravity Falls? It was his home for years. He’s slept peacefully in a miniscule bed with Fiddleford more times than he can count, so the gigantic piece of real estate Fiddleford calls a mattress should pose no problem. There’s just nothing that accounts for Ford’s failure in this department.

Ford feels a hand in his hair, hears the thud of a large mug of coffee being set on the table before him.

“Not every robot and elixir I rustle up is inspired by cartoons. I was actually thinkin’ bout something that’d take care of the Mystery Shack’s roofin’ problems. Poor Soos’s got his hands full, and Mabel told me she and Dipper did the retiling last summer.” Fidds takes a slurping sip of coffee, reminding Ford to do the same, savoring the burning feeling as it pours down his throat and into his belly. “And no offense to those two, but they’re no kinda roofers. Somethin’s gotta be done.”

“That’s kind of you,” Ford says, leaning into Fiddleford’s hand.

“I try,” Fidds says fondly.

#forduary #forduary2023 #gravity falls #fiddauthor #my post #my fic

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First of all congrats on the top surgery! I read ur post about how u overcame ur fears in order to be happy and it kinda made me consider some things for myself...I've thought about chest binding but I'm nervous about it bc I know it's a big investment if I don't like it but if I do like it it's like opening the floodgates, is there an in-between step to see if I'm serious about it? If u don't wanna answer that's cool, just wish u a good recovery and happy trans life!🤍🩵🩷

hi there! thank you very much for the well-wishes, i really appreciate that 🥹❤️

and thank you, also, for trusting me to talk about this! i know it can be really scary to start considering transition, or even just to consider binding— like you said, it’s hard not to start thinking about the WHOLE thing all at once after you’ve made that initial realization. i think it’s helpful to keep in mind that there’s no one correct or linear path of “steps to take,” and you don’t need to figure it all out at once. if you find that you like binding, or that you don’t like it, it’s okay to sit with either of those and think about them for awhile!

you are correct in saying that binding can be expensive— most of the good, reliable brands run between $40 and $60, last i checked. if you’re small enough, one cheaper/more accessible thing you can try is layering on a couple of sports bras, putting the first one on normally and wearing the second one backwards! this is what i did throughout high school, since i was closeted and not in a position to safely get a binder for myself.

another option you could try is TransTape, which is a modified KT tape brand designed for binding and tucking! it’s about $30 USD for one roll, and it can be more low-profile than a binder, but there is kind of a learning curve in learning how to safely apply and remove it. again, this will likely work better the smaller your chest is, but it IS a nice alternative to wearing binders that i don’t see people discuss as often.

finally, i know there are several groups online that help coordinate binder exchanges, trades, or giveaways for people who can’t afford a binder, can’t safely order one for themselves, or for people to get rid of binders that they no longer need. you could try to search around for a group like this— or, if you live in a big enough city, there might be a physical lgbt resource center that could help you!

if i may, i’d like to finish by saying that you don’t have to worry about the whole thing just yet! i know firsthand that it’s VERY hard not to start down an entire spiral of thinking about What Happens Now when you’re first considering that you might be interested in transition, but sometimes thinking about all of it at once can be more paralyzing than empowering. it’s totally okay just to see how you feel about binding first and go from there!

i’d also like to add that i know both transmasc folks who don’t bind or don’t want surgery, AND people who like to bind but don’t consider themselves transmasc. so like… in the end, it’s all okay, as long as you feel happy and comfortable in the choices you’re making. but if you’re curious at all, i really encourage you to give it a shot, if only so that you’ll know for sure! don’t die wondering, as the vintage lgbt pins always say.

if you’d like to talk more about this, my askbox is always open!!

#asks #anonymous

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kyluxtrashpit · 1 year

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(Okay this is a twitter thread that I wrote in a haze of emotion and people seemed to really agree so I’m putting it here too. Half meta, half personal opinion, and not edited into tumblr format as much as I’d like cause editing on mobile sucks and it seems I’m always on mobile these days lmao so read it if you like, don’t if you don’t)

I think, all these years later, I’ve figured out what it was about post-tfa kylux vs every variation after that just. Irks me a little. And it’s something I’ve written myself, so like. I’m not coming at anyone except canon with this, because we worked with what we were given. It’s what canon *set up* and forced us into that I have a grievance with

And it’s this feeling of unbalancing. Of tipping the scales. It’s taking them from a position of mutual animosity to a point where Kylo has something to make up for

And yes, Hux was very much going to shoot him while he was unconscious. If you look at the facts, this balances what Kylo did to Hux a few moments later - simple retaliation, actually milder than what Hux was about to do to him. But the fact that Kylo knew it happened is not shown explicitly in the movie, to the point where most people did not realize this and it’s only because of the novelization that we know it at all. And then the incident is never mentioned again, treated as a joke, just dismissed as unimportant, while what Kylo did to Hux lives on as Hux’s driving motivation in tros too

And I don’t like it. Because I feel like Kylo very much is a person who feels that he has to make up for just existing. That he feels he himself is inherently an inferior being and that he is trying very hard to apologize for it, to be someone who doesn’t have to be made up for

And that’s what drives him. And it’s very sad and I think what is so relatable about the character. And yeah, he’s a villain, he does bad things, but that’s not the point. That’s not what he’s trying to make up for. He’s trying to make up for not being enough as he is, as if he has some defect since birth, a flaw present since conception so deep in his being that it cannot be excised, that he has to constantly compensate for

And that feeling of inferiority is something that very much needs to be solved, because I don’t believe he would’ve gone down the path he did if he didn’t feel that way, and that’s something that a romantic partner (in this case, Hux) could assist with. He could be shown he does have value, because being loved may not be a panacea, but it sure as fuck helps

And to take that driving emotion, to bury it under transgressions that do actually require some kind of making up (because, remember, Hux’s original transgression that caused Kylo to retaliate in such a way is so irrelevant it’s completely ignored by the narrative) just. It not only buries what makes him interesting under a smokescreen of comical moustache-twirling villainy, but also makes it so that the wound that drives him will never be healed. He can never feel like enough, that he is worthy of anything, because his issue of not feeling like enough is no longer relevant in the face of the real transgressions. His feelings are now irrelevant. The relationship can now never be balanced because of it

And because of that, that wound that is found relatable by the audience can never heal. And that catharsis cannot be felt by the person who actually needs to feel it: the very real human experiencing the story. Because that catharsis can no longer be approached in the story

And this is all despite the fact that Hux actually transgressed first (and we know from the novel Kylo knew it, there is zero ambiguity there, you’d just never know it based on the films and post-tlj side media), because the narrative considers that unimportant. Even though Kylo’s actions make a thousand times more sense in the face of it, it doesn’t matter. Only Kylo’s transgressions do. And now that’s true in the ship as well, else it feels very much icky

And of course getting rid of a mutual enemy to unite against in Snoke didn’t help, but I really think that’s it. The character arc for Kylo that gave me the most catharsis is no longer accessible, or at least much, much more difficult to do. And once again, tlj is what stole it from me

#finished rereading an old favourite recently and it flooded me with emotion so here is uh this lmao #kylo ren #kylux #meta #text #my post

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rottenbrainstuff · 21 days

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BG3 - The Iron Throne, Ansur, and the Steel Foundry

(? I checked my entries and I had this written up but I don’t think I ever actually posted it? If it’s a repeat, my apologies:)

My kids weren’t here this weekend so I did a binge, spoilers below.

The Iron Throne… mannnnnn… I guess nothing in Act 3 is easy anymore. Even on my easy-level ass with two whole extra turns, I still found this a pain in the ass. Took me three complete back-to-start reloads to get my strategy right. (strategy was - bring lots of summons and make them do all the fighting, send Shadowheart to get the Duke so that you can heal him before he dies from Mizora’s spiders (if you didn’t have Wyll re-sign a contract, that is), send Astarion and another companion to the right (west side) to release prisoners and Astarion can book it down the hall and loot the two chests, and send your tav and Scratch down the chamber straight ahead (south) to release prisoners, and your tav can book it to Omeluum. By the time I attempted it a third time I had things pretty figured out, and I even managed to grab loot and books. (in case you didn’t, the notes and books indicate they’re doing fucked up psionic / medical experiments on the prisoners, and are soon just going to get rid of them all)

Ulder Ravengard, man. I’m glad we got a chance to explain things to him, and he and Wyll have patched things up, but DAMN I was not impressed with what a dick he was being there at first. Damn Wyll I’m so sorry.

Omeluum is so cute, acting surprised we even bothered to save it. I really like it, it’s such an interesting contrast to the Emperor. On the one hand we have a mindflayer who appears quite alien and speaks in a less relatable impersonal detached way, but its actions are genuinely helpful. Everything it does really does seem to indicate it has quite genuinely given up traditional evil mindflayer pursuits, and it’s even attempting to research a dietary substitute for brains. And then you have this other mindflayer who makes a great big song and dance about being relatable, being trustable, oh it’s an adventurer just like us, look at all these little sentimental objects from its past, oh it wants the same things as us, oh it can show us even a whole different level of intimacy and power… but (in my opinion) this is all standard mindflayer 101 behaviour, 100% just grasping at ambition to eventually situate itself as its own elder brain in the end, and I don’t trust it it at all. Friendship ended with the EMPEROR: now OMELUUM is my best friend.

(it’s so hard using “it” pronouns for the mindflayers! “It” is usually a pronoun for inanimate objects in english, “it” just sounds so rude, I have a hard time saying it, I kind of wish they used “they” instead. But I’m trying!)

After that we snuck back into the Wyrm’s Rock prison and did the Ansur stuff. I think it’s neat that the Emperor is a complicated character and there are some players who like it, but me, my tav is done with its bullshit. More lies by ommision, more babbling about illithid superiority. I told it that it sounded like being an illithid was more important than any of its friendships and it said, quite bluntly, yes, it is. And it keeps blabbering on about its wonderful illithid potential and how it could achieve so many great things, but I haven’t heard it talk too much about what its ultimate plans are, because I’m assuming its plans are along the lines of “one day become an even more powerful elder brain”. Poor Ansur. Look I know planning to kill your good friend / more than friend??? is not… nice… but I’d personally love to hear why Ansur thought that was the only option available. And I get the whole how heart breaking it must be that your closest person in your life can’t accept you after something has happened to you, but… once again… it very bluntly said, being an illithid is more important than its friendships. So. Fuck that. My tav is done. No more squid bullshit. In his head, my tav is planning out how and when they’re going to go and show the orphic hammer to Voss.

So…… after all of that…… I guess Wyll gets what is supposed to be the big conclusion to his arc. Wow. Damn I’m sorry, Wyll. I see now why everyone is complaining about his character. The conversation I had with Wyll was so bizarre and weirdly written… first he’s despairing because Ansur is dead and he feels all hope is lost. The Emperor says well look at it this way, you guys are the heroes who have come this far and done all these great things, Baldur’s Gate doesn’t need a dragon, you can be the winning tide! And then Wyll, immediately, is like oh wow you’re totally right, wow we’re heroes, everyone will hail us as heroes, wheee maybe I’ll even be an arch duke and be powerful! I didn’t know what to say to him, this bizarre conversation and this sudden lust for power from a character who has never expressed an interest in that regard before was weirding me out, so I was like man Wyll, just do what your heart says. And then Wyll was like yeah you’re right. Scratch that, third option, heroes are out of touch and so are politicians, imma go hunt devils! Wow ok. And then after that, you go back to camp, and have the exact same conversation again with Ulder, as if you didn’t talk about any of it.

That’s really unfortunate. Wyll is a really nice character, and his story moreso than anyone else in the party ties in directly to what’s happening to the city, but he gets written a bit blandly, and then he barely gets a proper conclusion, just some weird buggy dialogue and an unsatisfying choice.

BTW: I know duke is positioned as the “bad end”, and I know that you have to be the Blade of Avernus to get Karlach’s best ending, but… Honestly? I think Wyll should be a duke. Running around hunting devils is certainly *exciting* (though how he plans to do that without his warlock powers, I’m not really too sure…) but I feel like, after the big battle is finally over, joining his father to rebuild the city is the best way to help the people, the way to do the most overall good. The Fist will be in disarray, Gortash has left a big power vacuum, the city, I am assuming, will need major repairs, and someone needs to effectively help the refugees that have been piling up at the city edge. I think that would be amazing for a good-hearted, idealistic young man to step up and help rebuild. Plus I think it’s a nice little conclusion to his issues with his dad - his dad can finally see all the good his son has done, welcomes him back, and works along side him now. But nope! This isn’t the right ending. If you do it, the companions all grumble about politics and corruption, and then (if you haven’t romanced her) there’s no one to convince Karlach to go to Avernus at the end, so she burns. Not too happy. Oh well. It’s a shame Wyll, you’re a really sweet guy, I wish your story had time for a bit more polish.

(and btw - feeling disappointed about a character is fine - HARASSING THE DEVS ABOUT IT IS NOT FINE, please don’t fucking do that)

After that, I went to go blow up the Steel Watch Foundry. Should be easy right? Man nothing in act 3 is easy now. UGH. I’m not sure how this plays out differently if you do the watch first before the foundry? I heard the Gondians don’t attack the banites and help in the fight? Man, freaking… like, sneaking in was annoying, the main floor fight was whatever, but fuck me, the fight in the basement… I spent hours reloading that, hours. In the end I got rid of all the banites and the steel watch in two turns, but my god, every single action in those two turns had to be absolutely perfectly calculated or it fucked everything else all up. Least fun fight of the whole game, but I managed to save every gondian, so yay! After that, it was fun to explore around and read the books and notes. For some bizarre reason, they decided it was important to include a sex journal that one of the banites was making notes in, also it’s nice that there’s still more gross things the game can surprise us with - the steel watch being controlled by harvested brains was a total surprise to me. My absolute favourite note was the guy on the nightwatch who said the brains in the console start to SING at night. He found it so horrible he’s considering cutting off one of his own fingers to be excused from work. I also found the piece of Lenore’s clockwork. I’ve heard people say this implies maybe she was employed by Gortash to work on the steel watch - personally I don’t think so. The note says that Ketheric found the clockwork piece in the underdark and sent it to Gortash because it looked like the kind of clockwork bullshit Gortash likes. If anything, this implies that KETHERIC did something to Lenore, not Gortash, unless I’m missing more notes in here. (though in early access it is implied she was eaten by her pet bulette)

After all this, Wulbren walks out slow clapping at me. He’s lucky Barcus is there to suggest a peaceful conclusion because otherwise I would have yeeted that fucker straight into the ocean. I’m so proud of my buddy Barcus that he finally realizes he can’t fix this toxic man, and stands up for himself and for the Iron Hand gnomes. It’s been really fun watching him warm up to my tav, and so sweet to watch him awkwardly express his gratitude and friendship. A+. Less sweet - I was really looking forward to seeing the Gondians reunite with their families, just like we did at Last Light Inn, but apparently there’s no reunion. I can’t find any of them anywhere in the city now, and online says they just disappear and there’s no scene. That’s too bad!

Man. I can’t believe I’m almost done the game now. All I have left to do is kick Gortash’s greasy ass, then kick Raphael’s, and then that’s it, then I have nothing left to do except for the big final fight.

#bg3 #bg3 playthrough #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #wyll ravengard

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eriquin · 8 months

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The Prophetic D&D Game, part 10

Fuck it. I just finished this chapter. I'm posting more parts of it.

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Part 10

“Okay, so you’re bluffing your way past the doctors. How, exactly?” he asked.

Grant explained his plan to use Maya’s illusions to make them look like staff members. She could handle the disguises and Natalia’s background as a former cleric would mean she could do some healing if they needed to really sell it. They’d be able to infiltrate the place and figure out where to find Sir Englund. Then they just had to arrange for enough time to talk to him about the murders and get away. “Easy, right?” Gareth said.

Eddie smirked. “Better get your dice ready.”

They rolled very well for the initial infiltration, but then they discovered that their target was in a high security wing. It slowed them down a bit, as he increased the difficulty of their checks. They were near the final cell block, where they knew Sir Englund was kept, but they had a problem.

“There are two guards here at all times,” Eddie said. “You can spend some time watching them and figure out their schedule, but there aren’t any other ways to get in. Do you have any other ideas?”

Grant and Gareth looked at each other and nodded. “We’ll observe for a little bit. How often are the guards checked?”

Eddie rolled some dice, though it didn’t have any impact on his answer. “Frequently. Looks like there are people by to look in on the guards very often. Lots of changes and activity nearby. Someone will definitely notice if they go missing.”

Gareth frowned. “Maybe it’ll be less busy at night?” he wondered, more to Grant than to Eddie.

Grant shook his head. “We don’t have time to wait. We’ve got a cursed party member, remember?”

“Okay so... If we can get rid of the real guards, I could make the illusion of two guards outside the hall, but I’d have to drop the illusion on us to do it.” Gareth shrugged and glanced at Eddie to confirm this was right. He nodded.

“Well, we don’t need the disguises inside the hallway,” Grant said. “It doesn’t matter if the prisoners—I mean, patients—see us.”

“There might be another guard inside,” Gareth said.

“We’d have to take care of him anyway in order to talk to Sir Englund. Yeah, here’s the new plan...”

With a little bit of luck, they managed to knock out the two guards and put illusions of them in their place. There was a guard inside the hallway, so they had a quick fight with him as well. His players rolled well, while Eddie rolled poorly. It was a little disappointing, but it moved the story forward.

“Okay, so you have some time to chat with Sir Englund,” Eddie said. “Think up what you’re going to say. I’m going to go see if the other group is doing anything.”

He already had Englund’s backstory written up in parts in his bag. He’d been keeping it there since the last time they played, and it had that wrinkled and worn look of all the other papers that took up long term residence in his backpack. At least he hadn’t spilled anything on it. He pulled it free while Dustin and Lucas told him that Sadie was going around, trying to talk to all the people she was closest to and make amends.

“Is Caleb on that list?” Jeff asked. “Are they going to reconcile?”

Lucas grimaced. “I don’t know if I want to role play that with you,” he said.

Jeff laughed heartily. “Don’t worry. I don’t think my dude would let her get all mushy on him, anyway. He wouldn’t let her make any last requests, just keep promising that they’ll figure it all out when the fight is over.”

“What’s the deal with her curse, anyway?” Dustin asked. “Did we figure out what’s causing some people to get cursed and not others?”

“I think that’s what Grant and Gareth are finding out,” Jeff said. “What do you guys think? Got any theories?”

Lucas kept his lip buttoned up, and Dustin didn’t have anything to add. But they were both going through Sadie’s backstory for more people that she could talk to. They were wondering if one of them might be able to help, or have some ideas about why she was cursed.

“You going to tell them about the demonic influence that once plagued the town?” Eddie asked with a grin. “Not worried someone will find out that you’re breaking your vow of secrecy?”

The three boys groaned. “You’re railroading them,” Jeff said.

“I’m just reminding them of their responsibilities,” Eddie said, trying to sound innocent.

“The only people that Sadie knows who know anything about the demon are already in the party,” he said. “Or they’re dead.”

“Wait, who does she know who’s dead?” Dustin asked.

“That thing with the pod people? The first one converted was her cousin.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Wait, her cousin? Did I write that?” He held his hand out for the sheet and Lucas handed it over. It definitely said cousin, with some details on how she’d watched him perish in the last demonic invasion. He scratched his head.

“Is that wrong?” Lucas asked. He sounded worried.

“No,” Eddie said, making a snap decision. “I remembered it as being a closer relative, but cousin is fine.”

Lucas glanced at Dustin, who looked suspicious. “Closer, how?” Dustin asked. “Like, immediate family?”

Eddie shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Are you doing anything with it, or are we moving on?”

“I mean, we could try to speak with the dead,” Jeff said. “If you think her cousin could give us info on if the demon’s still alive, or up to something.”

Jeff and Dustin started to argue, with Dustin saying that they needed a cleric for that, and Jeff pointing out that they could just get a scroll and have their bard or paladin wing it. Or they could wait until Natalia returned and have her cast it.

“We don’t know how long they’ll take,” Lucas said. “Sadie’s cursed and wants to act now. Let’s get to it.”

“Okay, so we’re winging it,” Jeff said. “We’ll get a scroll and go to the graveyard to see if Sadie can speak with her cousin’s ghost.”

Eddie gave them some guidelines on how to pick an appropriate level scroll and let them argue about who would cast it. He reminded them that they had a paladin to work with. Jeff waved him off and told him to go work with the other half of the team, and that they would figure it out.

Across the room, Grant and Gareth had come up with a list of questions for Sir Englund. He took on the old madman’s personality to talk them through a terrible story. He told them of his happy family and young children, and how one day they had been attacked in their home. He told of his wife being cursed, and trying to escape with his children, but being cursed himself before he could.

“What was it like?” Grant asked.

“More importantly, how did he escape it?” Gareth asked.

“From his place in the shadows of his cell, he laughs,” Eddie says. He adopted the old man’s voice again. “‘I was taken to my darkest memories, forced to relive the worst days of the war. It was as if one minute, I was in my home, and the next, I was walking through the burnt out shell of an enemy village. Everything was completely real. You could smell the burning flesh of our enemies. My men were all around me, looking for stragglers in the ruins. We went into the ruins of a farmhouse and saw them... The bodies all huddled together. But they weren’t knights in armor sent out to fight us. They were a farmer and his wife, trying to protect their children. And the next house was just the same, and the one after that...’”

“Jesus Christ,” Gareth muttered. Grant crossed his arms and nodded for Eddie to go on.

Eddie switched back to his regular voice. “Then, just as he was about to give in to the despair of being trapped forever in his worst days, he heard an angel singing to him. It pulled him back from the brink, and he awoke from his cursed state, unharmed. But he found that while he had been frozen, the demon had killed his two children. And so he went mad.”

Grant was deep in thought, muttering something about ‘divine intervention’, but Gareth was frowning. “I don’t know, man. He doesn’t sound all that mad.”

“Do you say this?” Eddie asked.

Gareth shook his head. “No. No, I do not,” he said.

“Good, because then he starts talking about how he tried to join his children,” Eddie said. “He steps out into the light, saying ‘but they stopped me!’ and you can see that his eyes are nothing but scars.” Eddie made the motion of stabbing his own eyes out.

Gareth flinched away. “Gah, quit it,” he said. “Enough. Christ. I’m gonna have nightmares.”

Eddie grinned and turned back to Grant. “You hear a commotion in the distance. Do you want to keep questioning him, or make a break for it?”

“We should go,” Grant said. “I think that’s all we’re going to get out of him.”

“Agreed,” said Gareth.

“Better start rolling well to escape, then,” Eddie said.

The two boys had a narrow escape from the asylum, and started trying to figure out how to get back to the rest of the group.

Tagging: @weirdandabsurd42, @10moonymhrivertam

#the prophetic d&d game #my writing #hellfire club #stranger things #i wrote so much of this today #i'm trying to break it up into consumable bites for tumblr #but i am very tired #it is unedited #no beta we die like bob

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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years

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I wanna kind of rack your brain a bit and I’ve been seeing one or two aus of modern!albert throughout the grabber x reader tag and I wanted to see what your take and headcanons were on that type of idea :)

Hmmmm well I’ve had an idea for a Ghost Albert in a modern setting, but haven’t given a lot of thought to him being in 2022. So, here are my thoughts!

Dude would have to be a lot smarter about his kidnappings. Nowadays it ain’t so easy to nab a kid off the street, put them in your hella creepy van, and take them without anyone noticing, especially since pretty much everyone has a smart phone these days or someone accompanying them.

Also, were kids just dumber/more naive at that time, or did the movie just make them seem that way? Because I feel like most kids in modern day would see this pale-ass weirdo with his lil’ top hat and steer clear—ESPECIALLY with the “Full Magic Grabber” outfit Robin waltzed right toward. I don’t know a single kid that age now who would go toward something like that.

I’m betting he’d be an internet predator. These days I think most cases happen with people who are trusted/familiar with the victim, right? So I think he’d stalk them online. It’s not hard to find people these days, you can practically Google someone and figure out where they live and shit like that, it’s scary!

I’m having some difficulty hashing out the details. A 1970’s serial killer sure is a lot easier than a modern-day one, what with DNA, facial recognition, Amber alerts, etc.

Not to say kidnappings don’t happen, but they seem these days to be more like, 2-3 people being taken before the person is caught? Maybe I’m wrong; I haven’t kept up with murder stuff/crime shows nowadays, what with fires burning all over this damn planet lol, but I’d assume it’s not as common?

I don’t know what the market looks like for magicians these days, but if it’s anything like every other job out there in 2022, good luck finding work unless you’re exceptionally good at magic. So hardware store it is? Also, unless he’s also hella wealthy, there’s no way he’d be able to afford two homes, so dude would have to find some other way of getting rid of bodies.

I suppose he could take a page from Dexter Morgan’s book and get a job in law enforcement—it’s a good cover for sure, and he’s pretty much have access to everything/be able to erase data depending on the job title.

Other than that, I’m not sure a whole lot else would be different. He’d just need to be smarter and more cautious—and not drive that stupid-ass pedo van that everyone steers clear of these days haha! Even before this movie, if I saw one of those damn things I’d turn my ass right back around.

Also, hey, like I said in another post—with advancements in mental health, maybe he could have gotten some help before things ever escalated to that point. I’d like to think we’re moving in the right direction with neuroscience and can start nipping these things in the bud before they even begin.

I’m not sure if that’s what you were looking for?? Or something more spicy/ x-reader specific? I just went “ooh yeah let’s analyze this shit and see how he’d do it these days” 😂

#asks #anon #the black phone #the grabber #black phone #grabber #penny for your thots #headcanons #kinda #the grabber x reader

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dragongirldg · 9 months

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Hellooo there how are you

anyways if you want you can use this post to infodump on whatever you want

Info dumping huh? Well then.

I have been the biggest fan of this one ship for as long as I remember. Back in high school, I developed an interest in Homestuck. I obsessed over John Egbert specifically.

As I read fanfiction and looked at fanart, no ship sparked. I didn’t really care. I would read and yeah it’s cute and blah blah blah not my OTP.

Then the worst thing could have happened.

I looked at a crack ship and then I was fxcked. The more I thought about it, the more I loved it. Karkat who? Dave who? Dirk who? Sollex and Eridan who? Literally everyone that’s a common ship WHO?

It didn’t stick with me.

Want to know what stuck?

Caliborn.

I had this idea of Calliope getting to John first and then breaking up for one reason or another.

Then Caliborn and John date or live together for other reasons.

Calliope doesn’t really come into the equation anymore or show up in my daydreams.

I don’t why, but I thought it was adorable if John just got bothered by Caliborn at every turn. They’d bother and fight and just it was cute how much they antagonized.

Then I started developing my trans Headcanon and June eventually makes her first appearance without her being June. It’s only recently (late 2022? - 2023) that I heard the name June and went from there.

I would draw and write fanfiction after fanfiction adding and subtracting details.

June stays 8ft tall and Caliborn is slightly shorter by a few feet or inches.

Caliborn gets rid of the half shaved hair look for short curly hair.

I couldn’t stop doodling John all over my school work to the point my science teacher recognized him when I gave her a little quiz. She had a bearded dragon in the classroom and I loved holding them during class :3

(Don’t ask about the things I did in highschool)

I had a ton of ideas and a lot of them were problematic tbh so I’m still curving them out of my head for far better ideas.

No matter what fandom I became a part of John/ June x Caliborn never left me. I didn’t want to really read fics anymore since no one writes my ship.

Does anyone actually do pixies and Crocker and Harley and Egbert family dynamics? Do they ever have them interacting like a big extended family?

If I had the urge, I’d write my AU ideas more. (I’m kinda stuck at the moment, work burns me out to much and too often that I don’t have motivation to get through the one? Shot I have)

I am going to attempt to redraw this political romance fancomic I drew a long time ago to update it with my newest version of John/ June. That means she will be June. If I could find the notebooks I had.

With my inability to write I’m stuck with lackluster chapters and get nothing done. I need some form of energy boost for my creativity. It’s at an all time low at the moment, being used for other fandoms.

Like this Transformers AU that got me in a chokehold.

Optimom AU (I have a whole blog on it if you want to send asks and stuff)

Optimus becomes the mother of Soundwave, Sari, and Bumblebee. The seeker teens think of Optimus as their mother and there are like 9 of them. Not to mention the others that kind of sees Optimus as a mother figure.

Basically Found Family Trope :3

It’s more complicated than that and I have several fanfics and fanart (which is now found in the Blog)

The messy Age thing with Sari, it’s because I plan of having her die at some point (trauma) and I can’t in good conscience do that to a 3-5 year old (it’s by electrocution).

Yeah it’s messed up, but the world of Transformers is equally if not more messed up and morally grey :3

At least Ariel (Black Arachnia) and Sari get to become extensions of Unicron and Primus!

Sentinel redemption and Ultra Magnus retiring to become Optimus’ father.

There’s a lot to the AU I’m not going in to in this post but yeah!!! That’s it!!!

Honestly I could go on, but then the post will never end.

#cute #homestuck #junecal #caljune #caliborn #June egbert #John egbert #calliope #transformers #transformers animated #Optimom Au #au #fanart #fanfiction #otp

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dxfiedfxte · 7 months

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Pretty sure it was moved to the beta editor But Tumblr doesn't seem to think it was, so...

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🩹 - Mikan

Mikan felt a sigh of relief leave her as he told her not to apologize. “Most of m-my friends are single still too,” She added. “I definitely th-think M-Mioda could use someone to… calm her down a little.” The rocker was a rather wild one, and considering her rise to fame in the underground idol world, she was quite popular with both men and women alike. Still, Ibuki seemed far too distracted with causing chaos and making music to settle down. Mahiru and Hiyoko were on their own. They seemed quite happy together and Mikan had no intentions of breaking that apart. And as for her other friends? They were all off doing other things or working in the hospitals alongside her. She could probably gather a handful of friends who would be interested in a mixer party. But she’d think about that later. Mikan listened to him talk, her eyes lighting up as he explained he’d visited Seoul before. “L-Lucky! I’ve only been wh-when I was really little,” she replied. “I b-barely remember my trip with my g-grandmother.”

“I g-guess… people with older ideologies tend to shun those who d-don’t quite fit the molds that they think s-society should have… I’m n-not upset over it. I’ve lived my whole life with p-people telling m-me I’m not fully Japanese. It doesn’t offend me like people think it should.” There were far worse things she could get upset over. He was right about people coming from different backgrounds being more interesting though. She always found patients who came from other places to have the best stories to tell. “Really? I would have n-never guessed!” She exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink. “I know how you feel. K-Kids can be really cruel for no reason. But I don’t b-blame them. They don’t know any better.” Mikan leaned back in her seat, a genuine sense of connection forming between them. Part of her wanted to ask him home with her - a bad habit she had desperately tried to rid when she was younger - but she wanted to take this a little slower than her past relationships. Minato seemed too good to be true and she wasn’t about to let it go sour so early on. “Eh… so… I know this is b-being a little forward. But I f-figured since I’d already mentioned it before… I’d really like to do this again w-with you.”

[{ 🦋 }] - "Sounds like this Mioda friend of yours has a lot of energy, A little too much. Kind of reminds me of my best friend Junpei, that guy can always bring the hype, and make any moment more vibrant with his energy."

A soft chuckle as he thinks of a few times his best buddy did what he does best, be the same outgoing dude he was known for being. There was never a dull moment with his best friend Junpei Iori around. If his buddy agreed to come, he would more than likely just come for the party to meet new friends, as Junpei was in a relationship with Chidori Yoshino, and he honestly couldn't be any happier for those two.

For some reason, Minato felt like that name sounded very familiar, he didn't know anyone with that name personally, but he could have sworn he heard it somewhere before, he just couldn't remember. Either way, this person sounded a bit overly energetic, It made him curious about her other friends she has, especially since this Mioda character sounded very happy-go-lucky, and that wasn't a bad thing either.

When they further spoke about Korean food, Minato brought up his most recent visit to Seoul, a travel experience that he thoroughly enjoyed, not just for the wonderful food, but also because of the location he was investigating at the time, good food, and constant communication with spirits was a perfect recipe for a very good trip if he ever went to Seoul again, he would definitely have to invite Mikan to join him, especially if she hadn't been there for a long time, and besides, not only did he enjoy her company, it would also be a very nice switch since he had been there only with his coworkers, it would be especially enjoyable with Mikan Tsumiki right by his side.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Really? Hmm, in that case, the next time I go to Seoul, maybe can come along? I'd be happy to have you with me on that trip."

Hearing her state something so boldly that she lived her life being cast aside due to the slight difference, it kind of amazed him. On the outside, Mikan appeared so weak and frail, but never did he think that she would be so strong after living through that for such a long time.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Yeah, I think so too. But, wow... you're much stronger than I thought, I am very glad.. I admire that about you Mikan."

A soft chuckle after Minato revealed his other ethnic origin, something that was often hard to believe when it came to it, Thankfully, just like he thought, she understood how it felt too.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Yeah, it's hard to tell sometimes, and people these days can definitely be that way. Some kids can definitely be cruel, but they'll learn eventually."

Minato was a little surprised when she asked for a second date, he honestly didn't think it would happen, so evidently, but he wasn't complaining this time it didn't take him long to have an answer, because he also wanted to have another date with her, so he smiles.

[{ 🦋 }] - "You're not being too forward, in fact, I would be more than happy to go on a second date with you Mikan, I'm really enjoying this time we're spending together, and I'm looking forward to more." He says with a smile.

#I ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ - Sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ - Mʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Wᴀʟʟғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ - (Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x Mɪᴋᴀɴ )#ᴠ; Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇs & Tʜɪᴇᴠᴇs (Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ 5)#//I don't know why Tumblr keeps saying #//That the thread was used on legacy editor when it never was >_>

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