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flamehairedwritings · 3 years

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Blind Date/Set Up By Friends

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 1.6k

Rating: M

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the third day of my 7 Days of Valentine’s Drabbles, the 2021 edition!

This story contains swearing and two idiots in love.

Please don’t copy or steal my work, and please don’t post it on any other sites; credit does not count.

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Blind Date/Set Up By Friends

“No.”

The word comes out of your mouth before you can even attempt to stop it.

“Shit,” he says in reply.

The couple at the table next to you glance up before quickly looking away, not wanting to be caught and embarrassed on their special night. You don’t care at all, though, because you’ve been set up on a blind date with Jim fucking Hopper.

The most irritating man in the entire universe.

The exact same thoughts seem to be running through his mind because his jaw is moving and he’s staring at you. Stood there in a fucking beige (is that linen?) suit with a Hawaiian shirt on underneath, hair combed, beard trimmed. And he’s staring at you like you’re the anomaly here.

I’m gonna kill Jodie.

Raising your eyebrows, your hands lift.

“Right. Well. There’s obviously been a mistake here.”

“You think?” His eyebrows are also rising, hands going to his hips.

Even though you despise him, that irks you.

“Okay, so, you can just go, then.” You sit back down, hands returning to the menu you’d dropped on the table in your sudden standing.

“Me?”

You glance up at him, his tone and indignation surprising you. “Yeah. Bye.”

Your eyes drop back to the menu, looking at it but not exactly reading because he’s not moving.

“Uh, and why me?”

I’m dealing with a fucking child.

Lips parting, you look up at him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, because it is.

“Because I was here first?”

Hopper snorts, arching an eyebrow. “What, you gonna eat on your own?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah, I’m going to eat on my own on Valentine’s Day and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Who even sets two people up on a date on Valentine’s Day?!

Before you can even think about looking at the menu again, Hopper scoffs.

“Well, I don’t want to go, you go.”

“No,” you shoot back incredulously, face twisting like you’ve tasted something sour.

He stares at you. And then he shrugs.

“Fine.”

Gripping the back of the chair opposite you, he pulls it back and sits in it.

“Oh my God,” you hiss, “Go and sit somewhere else.”

Adjusting his suit jacket, he then casts a hand around, gesturing at the restaurant. “Can’t you see it’s busy here? I’m not gonna find another seat.”

“Then go.”

“No.”

Then, he lifts up his menu and peruses it, a finger tapping against his lips. You just stare at him, feeling hot with frustration and irritation. Yes, you could just leave and buy something from the store on the way home and settle in for a cosy night, but you’d so been looking forward to a night out in a nice restaurant and some stimulating conversation from someone Jodie had said was perfect for you.

Perfect for you.

PERFECT FOR YOU.

That’s all you’d manage to get out of her about your date, apart from that it was on Valentine’s Day at Enzo’s and the employees there were aware of what kind of date it was.

You just can’t stop staring at him as he casually flicks through the menu while you quietly simmer with anger. This is why he gets under your skin so much; he’s just so stubborn. Exhaling a breath through your teeth, you force yourself to browse your own menu, even though you already know what you’re going to order. You’d arrived early, hating the idea of being flustered by trying to locate your date, and he’d... well, he’d arrived on time actually.

A pleasant surprise, but not enough to soothe your skin that prickles at the mere mention of him. Your friends and colleagues just laugh when the topic comes up.

Hop’? Hopper? The charming Chief of the town? Heart of gold underneath all that gruffness? Those big, strong arms and that flirty mouth? How could you not like him?

Well, you just... don’t. No reason. He’s not done anything to you, not said anything, you just... don’t. You can’t even really remember the first time you spoke to him when you moved here. Was it at a bar? The diner? You just remember the feeling when a friend had introduced you; prickly skin and a flipping stomach. His attitude towards you had left you feeling strange, too; you remember that he was blunt and eager to get away, barely looking you in the eye.

What an asshole.

... But, yeah, all right, maybe you had found him attractive, but then you’d seen him in bars picking up enthusiastically willing women left, right and centre and it had just... irked you, considerably.

Who does he think he is? I bet he thought whoever he was meeting tonight was going to be another one, that she’d be completely bowled over and was going to fall at his feet. Well, absolutely not, no thank you.

Every meeting you’ve had since, passing each other on the street, meeting each others gaze at the bar, having to converse in group conversations at parties, standing in line behind each other at the store, has been strained, with him either quickly looking away a little too late, so obviously not wanting to engage with you, or you just flat out ignoring him.

The waiter arrives with a smile which you return, somewhat forced, and if he’s noticed the more than slight tension at the table, he doesn’t let on at all. After he cheerfully takes your order, you then just have to sit and watch Hopper take his sweet time, one leg now balancing on the thick thigh of his other, menu in one large hand, talking to the waiter like he knows him, asking about what’s best and blah, blah, blah.

Crossing your arms, you stare at him, hoping the force of your gaze will somehow will him to hurry up. He glances at you once to just ask, “You want another bread basket?”

“Yes,” you grit out.

What kind of a question is that? Of course you do.

Snapping the menu shut, somehow the smooth motion of it just fuelling your irritation, he smiles at the waiter as he hands it back, and then the waiter leaves... and it’s just you two again.

You watch Hopper’s gaze travel the room, taking in all the laughing, chatting people, most if not all couples. He folds his own arms, the material of the suit stretching over his biceps, and you swiftly look away as his gaze reaches you.

“Guess Jodie’s a shit matchmaker, huh.”

Oh, God... You can’t just ignore him. Well, you can, but you imagine he’d just carry on talking anyway.

Taking a breath, which could be interpreted as exasperated, you nod. “Yeah. Didn’t even know you knew her.”

He shrugs. “We went to high school together.”

“Wow, she’s had to put up with you that long─”

“What is your problem with me?”

Your mouth remains open, your next word dying on your tongue as you stare at him. It stays open as you point at yourself, eyebrows shooting up, watching him just look at you, expressionless.

“Uh... What? You’re the one who has a problem with me.”

Now he frowns. “Excuse me?”

What.

Are you kidding me.

“Oh, don’t look so affronted, you always seem so irritated when I’m around and that you hope you don’t get stuck talking to me.”

He scoffs, but doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just makes half-laughing, half-astonished sounds. “... Me? I seem like that? You look at me like I’m the shit on your shoe!”

“If that’s true it’s only because of how you look at me.”

“And how do I look at you?” He says the words accusingly, challenging you, and it throws you for a moment because do his thoughts not influence his expressions?

It’s your turn to scoff as your eyebrows rise. “You... You look at me like...”

Nothing comes out of your mouth, every single encounter with him flashing through your mind, the filter of pre-conceived irritation and notions falling away.

Oh, no...

The times he’s looked away quickly after you’ve met his gaze... Not out of not wanting to engage but... not wanting to be caught looking. His curtness the few times you have spoken, not out of rudeness or wanting to get away, but because of awkwardness in your presence. The fact he’s sat down and has stayed.

Even the way he’d said ‘You think?’ minutes before... not said sarcastically, but stated. Asking you.

And he... he looks at you with tender eyes.

Oh my God...

Hopper shifts in his chair as he clears his throat, your thoughts and realisations most likely playing out across your features.

“... Uh...” Your mouth is still open, too, not knowing what to say.

I’ve been such an idiot.

He’s pushing his fork around on the table-cloth with his finger, waiting for whatever you’re going to say, probably expecting to be shot down or for you to laugh. Instead, you give him the truth.

“... I don’t have a problem with you, really... I just thought you had one with me.” Your voice comes out a lot quieter than you’d intended, but very much sheepish.

His head shakes as his jaw moves slightly, but there’s a light smile on his lips, and his gaze finally lifts to meet yours again; boldly and openly.

The tenderness is there.

“No. I don’t have a problem with you.”

“Okay.” The single word leaves you quietly, and something deep inside you relaxes.

“Do you want me to go?” he says, just as quiet as you had, and it’s like you’re the only two people in the room.

Licking your lips, you shake your head. “No. No, I’d... I’d like you stay. I think we should start this all over again.”

Hopper nods a few times, his smile lingering.

“Yeah, I think so, too.”

You find you’re smiling as well, your fingers lacing together in your lap.

“All right... What do you wanna talk about?”

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hikari-writes · 4 years

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❅A Love Letter I Have to My Lovely and Beloved Friends❅

(I just know that 30 july was a national friendship day and today is like 31 july already at where I am but,,, just pretend that this is also for National Friendship Day 🤡🔫)

As you all know, it's been confirmed that I'll be going on a hiatus two days from now that I really don't know how long it will go on. So, with that in mind, I wished to leave this message to all the wonderful friends I've made while I was active here on Tumblr during quarantine.

I've started this writing blog a few months ago, to be precise, on May where life in quarantine was starting to become a norm. In the few months until now, I did my best to start writing and drawing more using all the free times that I have.

I wouldn't have expected this blog to grow so much in such a short time. To me, it was really mind blowing, seeing that there's a lot of other great content creators here on Tumblr. Yet, the 300+ people who stumbled upon my blog still decided to follow me.

I was really happy to have made many contents that I'm actually proud of posting. And I still can't believe there are people out there who love them. Seeing every one of your comments and reblogs and likes really, really, squeezed my heart and I couldn't be more thankful for your support.

And during these fun times, I was able to make friends with many amazing, talented, fantastic and all the good words I could find in the dictionary people on here. You all are a real gift to me and I hold you guys close to my heart.

I still can't believe I was able to befriend you guys though, like, y'all are so amazing and I was just here like squeaking my name to you like a shy mice lmao. =///= Anyways, thank you for all the good and fun times. Thank you for being with me and helping me with lots of things. Just, thank you for everything. (I'm writing this at 1am like it's sad hours yall I'm crying :')))

If you are ever feeling down, do not ever forget that, even if it's only me, I'll support you to the end of the world because you're just so amazing and fantastic. I love you and never let any hate that's thrown at you let you down because they aren't worth your time.

The people I'll be mentioning below are my dear friends or just people that I have been interacting with during the times I was online, little or not, I still consider you guys to be my friends (very self-proclaimed here sorry)and I'm still honoured by that fact.

@your-local-bnha-writer -Bean, you and your posts are always so wholesome and cute and I love them. Keep being amazing, and we may not interact much, but I still appreciate every little convos we had. Also, wish you luck on tpn, that shit hurted :')

@identifybby -Liaaaa, omg im so v v grateful we became friends. You've helped me with a tons of things and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done to me. You're just so amazing and thank you for always putting up with me, i love you sm.

@minteasketches -Mintea! You're such an amazing artist and I rlly enjoyed our conversations! You might not see this since you're off socmed but just wanna let u know that thank u for being my friends.

@yandere-of-your-dreams -Heyyy sis,, you're always such a sweet bean to me and showering me w love and i appreciate them, stay amazing and I'm sure you'll become an amazing writer.

@shotobabe -Ren, wifey, ilysm thank u for always being with me. You're such an awesome person and keep on being yourself. You're perfect and talented, don't let others tell you otherwise. AND while I'm gone, don't forget to drink lots of water okay? I won't be able to remind you while I'm on a hiatus, but please always remember to drink water. That'd be the first thing I'll ask you once I'm able to be online. And please try to eat more okay bb? I love u.

@takumipineapplexd -Taku! Amazing writer and amazing editor, yes I'm talking about you. You're amazing and keep on making cursed content and being crackhead, i love them.

@bnhabadass -We might not talk much, but I just want to let you know that you're so amazing and I look up to u v much. Literally had a heart attack when u commented on angel wings lmao.

@tomomoni -Mon, love, soft bean, I LOVE U. You've always been so wholesome and cute to every one of your followers and seeing ur interactions literally heals my heart. Your art is amazing so continue being amazing ilysm thank u for being an amazing advisor and listener, I'm v grateful for that. You have no idea how blessed I am to have you as a friend. Meeting you through turn on your airdrop's fanart was F A T E.

@kamabukokompachiro -First time u asked my permission to read my fanfic, I legit teared up. Thank u sm for asking, I couldn't be happier to know that my fic is worthy to be read over for a yt channel. Keep on being amazing and ily.

@kaminii -Kamiiiii, sweet child, you're always so matured and calm and I really adore and respect that part of you (unlike me im v childish and rash) You're an amazing writer and editor and ur aesthetic? 100/10. Love it. You're so talented despite being so young and I'm just, WOW. Ily and thank u for being friends w me. And please fix your sleeping schedule bb. It's rlly not good for your health, like please? Ily.

@katsucutie -I love you and your writing so v much, and I rlly enjoyed talking to you, discussing about Burn Book was rlly fun. I might not be able to know the ending since im gonna go on a hiatus but I'll be sure to catch up to it once im back. Keep being amazing and awesome.

@isolshi -CHERIE, I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE AMAZING. Don't be so insecure about your writing. They're amazing. And you're also one of the sweetest and cute person I've met here. I always love teasing you cause your reaction is always so funny and cute. Keep being awesome. And please, please, please get enough sleep and drink LOTS of water. I legit would cry if you don't drink more water cher.

@mirakeul -BIANCAAAAA LOVE YOU'RE SO AMAZING AND SWEET LiKE--- please, I love talking to you and thank you so much for always reminding me to eat. Your calligraphy and handwriting are awesome, shshh i don't take criticism. Never stop writing, I love them. And please never forget I love you and you're my best friend okay?

@roxybefab -You've always been the first to ask me to be on my taglist and I'm so v happy because of that. Thank you for everything, and keep on being awesome. You can do this, ily.

@princessofdawn718 -Talking to you about Hamefura has been so fun! I haven't talked w many ppl about isekai so im rlly glad I could talk about them w you. Katarina x nicol ftw! Thanks for talking to me, it was such a pleasure rlly.

@softkodzuken -Maam your writing is A M A Z I N G. I love anon sm and you're rlly so sweet for always replying to every single comment on them. Don't be so insecure about them, they're amazing and i will always stand by that point. Wishing you the best of luck for Undercover!

@lolitsleia -Your art is *chef's kiss* i love them so much, I still can't believe you hadn't had more recognition like why?? Ur oc alex is the cutest thing ever and i love her. Thank you again for drawing Yuki. She looked really beautiful and cute in your drawing.

@samanthaa-leanne -We may not talk much, but when you first followed me back, my heart goes B O O M. You're so amazing and keep being like that. And uh,, good luck with Violet Evergarden if you ever plan to watch it. Prepare a couple of tissue boxes....or dozens.

@miyumtwins -Fellow android users! I first saw you through Bean's post about a tag game and i was like *gasp* another androiders..! I swear that one time i was interacting w you, I didn't actually meant to go off anon,, yes im dumb lmao. Anyways, you're rlly amazing and I'm rlly honoured to be followed by you.

@kawasuno -Your smau? 100/10. Your sense of humour 100/10. They're just so perfect *chef's kiss* I love every one of your updates and they always managed to put a smile on my face, i was like, how did you do that? My sense of humour is nonexistant, teach me your ways sensei. But anyways, you're rlly amazing and awesome. Keep up w that.

@kukusbabe -Tsu, I've never said this, but it's you. It's always been you all along. What i mean is, I've followed you first (i knew u through zara's flopping server yeah!) And when i looked at my dash and saw all your interactions w your moots, despite me haven't legally started haikyuu yet, i decided to follow all of them, soooo if it's not for you, we may not have met each other. Everyone in the kita family, Tsu is the MVP here muah. Also your aesthethic and writing and everything is so kajsjhendnd amazing i LOvE---

@iwaixiumi -King Nami, you're so awesome and amazing,, and I'm really glad to be able to interact w you. All those songs you recommend? Yeah, I'm going to listen and love all of them, thank u so much for the recs. Keep being amazing and to everyone reading this, PLEASE INTERACT WITH KING NAMI MORE SHE DOESN'T BITE---

@shoutodoki -Hello, you're so amazing and talented and im just,,, kekkdjfjdj when you followed me--- and when u figured out i was the anon talking about oboro i was OAKSJEJDDJ please, i was so honoured u know, like ???? Anyways, keep on writing what you love and your art maam? THEY'RE AMAZING LIKE BOTH YOUR ART AND WRITING IS SO KAJSJDJDN pliS im so v honoured to be able to talk to you.

@lisarillia -Please excuse me while I go shout in the corner of how much i LOVE your arts. They're amazing and being able to talk to you was a real pleasure. Keep on doing what you love. They'll be amazing no matter what i swear.

@cutiedrawsbnha -Cutie, honey, you're amazing and your art is so cute! Don't let what haters said get to you. You're going to grow into an amazing artist. If you give in and listen to what they said, you're going to end up like what they said so ignore them honey! I believe in you so keep shipping izuocha, todomomo, and kamijirou and making arts. Lotsa love!

@lilikags -Heeyyyy you sweet cute innocent bean! Don't ever stop writing what you love, you'll grow into a big blog soon enough, before you know it. Just keep making what you love, and as time pass by, I'm sure there will be many people who will find appreciate everything you do. I'm always supporting you.

@baeshijima -SOPHHHHH YOU SWEET CUTE CINNAMON ROLL WAKATOSHI'S WIFE EYE--- You have NO idea how much i love you,, you're so sweet and I honestly don't know what did i do to deserve you. Srsly you're a blessing to me. Thank you for the sweet daily reminder in my inbox, i love each and every one of them. Keep being so cute and wholesome, love you.

@shinsuque -ANAAAAA Thanks again for the Bakugou's memes! I may not be able to do it before i go on a hiatus though *sobbing* Keep being so awesome! I love seeing all your interactions and you're so amazing i honestly don't know why you followed me----

@semiluvr -LYDIA *SOBBING* THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME TO THE KITA FAMILY. Even though we've known each other in less than a week, it already felt like I had known you guys for so long like whotttt. Keep being an amazing and sweet person ily muah

@dumbass-lev -MOMMY, MUI, ILY THANK U FOR ALWAYS BEING SO SWEET YOU'RE AMAZING,,, u have no idea how happy (and also flustered) I am when i saw you asking you want to adopt me like,,, whot I've never been asked to be adopted online b4 so you asking that was a big surprise to me and just,,, remember that i love you and you're an amazing mommy. Hope i wasn't too much too handle as your child lol and thank u, for asking to invite me to the server. It has been a real pleasure to me to be there.

@pudding-head-kenma -DANIE!! We haven't talked much and I've only known you for a short time but I really love your detailed analysis. They're amazing and you're amazing. Thank you for being so sweet and cute. Ily.

@/🦋 nonoi -🦋 NONOIIII!!! IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS, I JUST WANNA TELL YOU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY EMOJI ANON! I love you you're so sweet and bb please please please don't forget me id cry,,,

@astereim -Rein!!! I know we just talked and all but you seem to be a reaally cool and amazing person,, we might not be able to interact much since I need to go prepare things b4 i go on my hiatus though, but just wanna let u know that ily!

@tokoyamis-luv -please don't come for my neck i haven't been active on the server Lol but anyways, zara, you're amazing and your simping for Kurapika is always fun to watxh. Also all the lin manuel edits are *chef's kiss* we may not talk much but i was rlly honoured to be able to interact w you, even a little bit.

@engel-hageshii - YOU, MAAM are a literal angel, and your comments on my fics always managed to make me smile so much. I love you, please never stop being such a sweetheart.

@laylahoran -I've always loved and appreciate every comments you make. I'm v happy I was able to create a content that you can love. You and engel has been some of my firsts followers and I'm really blessed to have you two.

@oyasenpai -Diemmy! You're so sweet and cute and seeing your interaction w my moots (kami) was what made me follow you. Don't let what others said bring you down, okay? Just do what you want because there're always many people supporting you for it.

Special message to the kita family server;

Meanwhile while you guys were talking about me there, I was just innocently scrolling through Tumblr, not knowing what kind of fate I'll be receiving 👁👄👁 No wonder I was sneezing so much 🤧🤧🤧

So, I was just scrolling through the pinned messages and I saw tsu said "mui: can we invite hikari? Everyone here: kakskejdjdjdn" and i was just like,,, ??????? I wasn't expecting u guys to have that kind of reaction i--- yall have no idea how much i was grinning while I scroll through those messages. Thank you so much for inviting and accepting me, it's really fun to be with you guys and your crackhead energy 🥰🥰 Thank you to mui for suggesting you had no idea I was really really happy. 😭 Y'all are so amazing and sweet and cute and beautiful kakjdjdd

To all of my dear friends that I've mentioned above, I LOVE YOU LOTS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GRATEFUL I AM TO MET YOU GUYS. Quarantine time has been stressful for a lot of people, and Tumblr can sometimes (a lot of times) be kinda whack but I was really happy to met you guys during my time here. Our time together may have been short, but i feel like we've known each other for more than a year, no caps. I love you all very very much. Thank you for talking to me and befriending me. Remember to get enough sleep, drink lots of water, stay safe and healthy, eat enough meals and, take care of yourself. I love you guys.

And lastly, to everyone reading this, whether i know you or not, or interacted with you or not, or follow you or not, or you follow me or not, just REMEMBER that you are worth it and I love you. Keep on being awesome, and always remember to smile, laugh and live. Don't forget to always DRINK LOTS OF WATER, GET ENOUGH SLEEP, and EAT ENOUGH MEALS.

Signing off,

Hikari.

#amazing talented people #sweet nice people 💕#a message #my dear friends

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jidai · 3 years

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jidai’s budget mutuals/friends appreciation

Hi, all! I’m quite late with this but I decided to put a small friends and mutual appreciations post in hopes of brightening up the end of this year a little bit. ❤️ If you were tagged, please make sure to check below for a small little message from me. However, I want to make it very clear that I truly appreciate all of my mutuals. You guys brighten up my dash and always reblog or create so many funny and creative posts. I just wanted to give a few special shout outs to those that have taken out the time to reach out and interacted with me past my ask box or we just see each other often.

The messages are ordered by your URL, so you might have to scroll for awhile before you see your messages. I’m so sorry lmao.

Happy New Years, everyone!

@25th, Nonnie, the Young Genius. bro, remind me how old you are 🧍‍♀️ Like my brain CANNOT fathom the thought that you’re so skilled at SO many things and you’re not even in your twenties??? PLEASE SPARE THE TALENT. i will even accept crumbs. But I’m writing to tell you that you are such a wonderful presence on my dash. I always look forward to your gfx. They’re so SO good and you’re improving from one post to another. Like WOW. Now, you’re even starting an art blog, too? You’re so dedicated to the arts. I respect that a lot. Your hard work and commitment will bring you very far in life, whatever you decide to do.

I love interacting with you. You’re such a big sweetheart and full of positivity and energy. I look forward to seeing more of your art and gfx ❤️

@biscuitwalk, Dann, the AK Wiz. Dann, I know you’re not as active on here so idk when or if you will ever read this but I want to say that I miss you and your creations so, so much. I will say it a hundred times over and OVER but you inspire me so goddamn much. You have no fucking idea. Your works are absolutely gorgeous and unique. I can look at it once and I can instantly recognize your style (and your cute lil’ pufferfish <3). The way you utilize colors and implement various techniques, shapes, textures into your work. Goddamn, you’re so good. I always look to your work if I ever need inspiration and they help me brainstorm. God, I wish I could put it into words how much I adore your works.

We didn’t really talk for long but you seemed like such a kind and fun person to be around. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, wherever you are. Stay safe <3

@elriccs, Mirai, the Short King. 🧍‍♀️ ok look I know, I know I’m TERRIBLE at replying to you and I’m so fucking sorry. I absolutely love to talk to you but my dumbass cannot seem to reply in a timely manner LASELKSAL. That’s on me and I gotta do better. Anyways!!! Thank you SO fucking much for always leaving such kind messages on my work. I swear to god you’re one of my biggest hype man and I ALWAYS look forward to reading your tags. They’re so funny and it makes me all tingly and happy inside. Bro, like, you just radiate big fun vibes, bro. I really hope that I can get to know you better so I can just insult you until it’s too late to walk away </3

And of course, let me also remind you that I love your works so much. They way that you utilize your textures and those muted colors... OOMPH *chefs kiss* I will always love--

@lockhvrts, Em the Soulsborne GOD. hi em 🥺 it’s been awhile since I’ve had a proper conversation with you and I hope you’re doing okay! I miss you and our conversations where we do nothing but geek out and complain about the game industry lmao. if you manage to read this, I just wanted to let you know I miss your presence here. It’s been kinda dull not seeing your beautiful soulsborne gifs and your game rants. Let’s catch up soon. <3 stay safe and well!

@nathanprescutt, Benn, the Man. BENNNNNNNN. I love you a lot bro. I know we haven’t had long conversations for some time and I hope I can change that! You were my first friend on this blog and I will always appreciate it. I remember us just geeking out over your works and how I would always send you a gfx request like once a week LMAO. The one thing that I have always appreciated about you was the fact that you’re very opinionated (if not, very vocal on your stance on things) and you hold your ground. There were a few time where you encouraged me to speak on topics that I think I shouldn’t and that stuck with me for quite awhile. I’m still a nervous rambling mess when it comes to debates but just know that the one time you supported me to voice my opinion--I hold it very dear to my heart.

While I don’t spend much time together, I will always remember our animal crossing session. It was so much fun just trashing and chilling on your island. Especially the bar :( that bar was fucking AMAZING. Maybe once FFXVI comes out, we can geek out hehe

Also, thank you so much for sending in photos of all your doggos, omg. I miss seeing them so much I hope they’re doing well. Stay hot, my German bro lol. Ich bin sehr dankbar, so eine tolle Freundin zu haben. ❤️❤️❤️

@noxdivina, Lin the Big Dick Daddy Kind. The church is open for business bitch and I’m here to preach the GOSPEL.

Okay, jokes aside, I’m really happy that we became mutuals. You’ve always give off this like, mysterious cosmic vibe (????? huh). And your selfies just further proves that you are wtf. But you’re always so kind to those that you interact with. You’re an absolutely sweetheart and like I just want to give you a giant hug every time we interact. You’re such a soft human being. It’s so nice being around you. It’s like being tossed in the oven and baked at 250 degrees F for 25 minutes. And to boot you’re really talented, hello? God really said let there be a perfect human being and yeeted you into the universe. Thank you for always leaving such kind messages and words in my DM/askbox/works. I cherish them so much. I hope I can get to know you better in the future bc you’re rad, bro <3

anyways, updated drawing of u and maya:

i always assume you’re in a black fur parka 24/7 and maya is coatless neck down. also deck me with those jacked arms of yours thanks 🧍‍♀️

(edit: fuck i forgot to draw a PARTY HAT ON MAYA IM SORRY)

@rokuseis, Sei, the Dumber.

i have nothing to say to you go away you banana hater ASELKSAEKL

BITCH, you doo bee getting on my nerve 24/7/365 🧍‍♀️ you were an unexpected but a very welcomed addition to my life. I can’t believe we really went 1 fuckin’ year without speaking to each other and then suddenly our friendship blew up because over a stupid BANANA. Now you gotta deal with me and my stupid, random, crude ass messages daily. I cannot. Clown to clown communication. But thank you so much bitch for being there for me and telling all of these funny ass stories and life experiences.

I know I don’t say it a lot because when we talk it’s literally just dogs barking at each other but I want to make it clear now: I love your humor and vibe so much. You never fail to make me laugh anytime I talk to you and I appreciate it so much. I can’t tell you how many times I felt better after talking to you. Even though sometimes your fucking jab hits hard and I end up actually inSULTED BY IT. But thank you for becoming my friend and I look forward to all of our stupid moments together. Looking forward to shitting in your sink when I finally fly to your home <3

@wolfamongthem, Anna, the Grinch. Please don’t hurt me for that title. I'm just saying if someone needs a live casting, it’ll be u. Anyways, did you know that I was so fucking intimidated by you for a long ass time, even before we became mutuals aseljas LMAO. I always see your gifs around on explore and they’re so gorgeous and then I look at your text posts and it’s u roasting people like there’s no tomorrow- 🧍‍♀️ bitch I was SCARED OF U KSKS. Now that I’ve talked to you a few times, you’re really funny like where do you find those reaction memes????? Like bro you and your shitposts is my morning cup of coffee.

Anyways, in 2021 I expect a full-fledge review of all AAA games from you-- no more shit talking in the tags let it all out BITCH. Thank you for being such a great mutual! I look forward to see what weird shit you will send me the next time we talk lmao

@zenien, Selm, the I’m-gay-for-Lady-Maria-or-anything-that-moves-in-BB-Bitch™. ok bitch if I’m being honest I wrote yours last so my brain is FRIED. so everything i say from here is raw from the HEARt cause that’s all I got left. But anyhow, we savin’ the best for last! honestly, i didn’t expect you to barge into my life like that. i really didn’t. i was just gonna keep admiring with my 7 feet (2.1336 meters) pole. I’m glad you made the first move because look where we are wtf 🧍‍♀️ friends??? I wouldn’t believe you if you told me that in 2014 when I first followed you lmao.

You’re such a kind soul. I know you may disagree but I’m determined to convince you. I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me during my rough bits. It’s like sitting on a wooden bench in a park during sunset and you sit next to me, just enjoying the vast sky. You radiate such peaceful energy. It’s very calming. Or you know, 2 seconds later i’m suddenly suplexed by your 40 tons of insults like what--

Thank you for everything, so far. Truly. It’s been so fun listening to you talk about your Bloodborne journey and see your reactions live. It’s been so fun to see you post your graphics and it continues to blow me away. It’s been so fun hearing about your life and the stories of your adulthood. Every words that we have exchanged, I hold dearly to my heart--more than you ever know. Love u bitch.

#for mutuals #mutuals don't ask about your titles i was being quirky LMAO #this took so long so i hope it works properly sksks #it hasn't been proofread so enjoy the mess

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Heaven

Barbarian!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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Alright y’all! So I got a ton of great feedback on my fantasy au headcanons, and I was asked by several people on discord to write a one-shot based on my Bakugou headcanon, and so that’s what I decided to do! It is a bit long, and I may have gotten a little carried away, but I hope you guys like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Warnings/Triggers: swearing, slightly ooc Bakugou (I love soft Bakugou ok), nsfw, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Tengoku - Translates to “Heaven”

Tenshi - Translates to “Angel”

Inari - Japanese goddess of prosperity

Word count: 5k

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‘Forever’ was never in the cards for Bakugou. He planned on living fast, hard, and rich. Kicking ass, pillaging, taking revenge — but running into you made him realize maybe there’s more to life than just vigilante work.

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“Get your ass up shitty hair, we have a city to burn!” Bakugou slaps Kirishima awake from a deep sleep.

“Bro chill! I can’t shift now! I have to save my energy to burn said city! Why don’t we travel by foot? There’s a city nearby, maybe we can sleep on an actual bed for once?” He stretches awake, now getting dressed.

“Nah fuck that. We can go if you want, but I’m setting up camp, I’m not staying in some nasty fucking inn.”

Kirishima sighs, but agrees. It’s not like he had much choice anyway. After all, Bakugou was his only family in this world.

After eating breakfast, the two men packed up their belongings and began the trek to Tengoku, a small village about a half a day’s hike into the mountains.

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“Y/N! How are you my dear? What’s that you have there?” You look up from the small fragment of wood in your hand, having just finished carving the tail of a dragon.

“Oh, good morning Tenshi! I had a dream last night about a dragon. He was red and huge, and he had a scar over his right eye.” You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck unconsciously.

“Y’know, where I come from, those dreams that seem to be too real for comfort are just prophecy for the future.” She smiles warmly.

Your (E/C) eyes catch a glint of sunlight at that. “Really? You really think I’ll meet a dragon someday?” You smile off into nothing.

“Of course I do! You’ve wanted to see a dragon since you were about knee-height. And, well, every dragon has a rider, don’t they? Maybe a nice young man will come along with it. You’ve been here too long, go out and meet someone!” She laughs, knowing you’d grown up in the small village and had never left. You had no reason to.

“Very funny, Tenshi. I’ll tell that to my dream-dragon.” You roll your eyes, focusing back down at the half-carved fragment in your hand.

She laughs and makes her way down the small unpaved road that ran through the town, mostly lined with small tents with fresh produce, vendors, and entertainers.

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Tenshi was the town’s founder, having come from ‘across the sea.’ She’d never tell anyone more than that. No one knew her name either, but everyone had affectionately coined the name ‘Tenshi,’ meaning ‘Angel’. She was well into her 80’s at least, and she acted as the chief and village grandmother to those who needed it.

You on the other hand were an artist. Having been raised in Tengoku by monks, you lived a quiet life. Soon into your childhood you picked up the craft of carving. You’d found a small arrowhead along the creek that ran through town and starting working away at a chunk of wood you found nearby. From then on it became a hobby, then a craft, and now an art form. You started selling them to passers-by on their way to other destinations, and it brought in enough money to buy you a permanent room at the inn with plenty to spare.

After Tenshi leaves, you go back to carving the dragon, each scale identical to the last.

“How much for that one?” You yelp at the gruff voice immediately in front of you. You collect yourself and glance down at your half-finished dragon.

“O-oh! This one? Well it’s not finished yet, I’m about halfway finished with carving and I still have to dye it! Can I offer you one of my finished pieces?” You gesture to the small table in front of you.

The man just shakes his head, motioning to your hand. “I want that one. How long’ll it take?”

You think for a moment, and tell him maybe another 1-2 hours before the dye would dry once the carving was finished.

He nods and grunts, making his way behind your table to the grass behind you. You look at him confused, but let it go since he’s not bothering you.

You quickly glance behind you, offering the man a small smile. “I’m (Y/L/N) (Y/N) by the way.”

He looks up at you. “Bakugou Katsuki. Pleasure.”

You turn around sitting down in the small chair behind your table, hunched over while you carve. The man behind you doesn’t speak, and neither do you. It goes on like this for roughly an hour, until he breaks the silence.

“Have you ever seen a dragon?” He asks you.

You look up from your piece and sigh. “No, but it’s always been my dream, literally. I had a dream last night about a dragon. That’s what this carving is based on. There were lots of little details I remember about it. Like how there’s a scar along it’s right eye, across it’s chest, and on it’s left wing. Oddly specific, huh?” You laugh. “Our villages leader, Tenshi, says that sometimes those dreams that feel too real to be a dream are actually prophecy. Cool huh?”

Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit, realizing you’d just described his dragon, Kirishima.

“What is it?” You ask, noticing his change in demeanor.

“I–” he pauses, mulling over his next words. His slack jaw turns up into a grin. “You want to meet a dragon?”

Now it’s your turn to look confused. “Y-you know one? Seriously?” You pause for a minute. “You’d better not be fucking with me.”

He chuckles “Whoa whoa princess, who says I’m fucking with you? He’s a shifter, not a full-blooded dragon but shit’s all the same to me. Finish up that carving for me and I’ll take you to him.”

Your eyes light up, feeling the sincerity in his voice. You immediately turn back to your unfinished piece, continuing on the hundreds of intricate scales. You two strike up a conversation after, both retelling stories from childhood, up to now.

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Through talking with him you learn that he really had it rough growing up, never having a true family, much like you. He was always moving towns, doing everyone’s dirty work with little to no pay. One day he was abducted and sold into slavery at the ripe young age of 15. The man he was sold to was one of the most foul men to walk the earth. The only nice thing was his slave-mate, Eijirou Kirishima.

The two teens quickly became friends. Spending every day and night in shared quarters really gave two people time to get to know each other. Shortly after Bakugou was purchased, Kirishima confided in him that was actually a dragon-shifter. No one else knew, or else he’d either be thrown into a bidding-war, or murdered. Some envied owning a shifter, while others thought they were a sin against the balance of life itself.

Bakugou and Kirishima continued working for their owner for another 3 years before they decided to make their move. Over time they’d taken careful note of other slave owners in the village, their schedules, how many spaces they owned, family or no family. They also managed to pilfer small amounts of money, both from their own master as well as others.

After some reassurance from Bakugou, Kirishima was able to shift and light the village ablaze. They created a network of safe houses so the other slaves were able to reach safety before all the slave owners were burned into oblivion.

They never looked back after that.

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You look on with awe as Bakugou relays some of his and Kirishima’s adventures, as they continued to make their way through small towns, identifying rotten people, and “taking care of them.”

“W-wow,” you finally muster. You look down at your now finished piece, turning it in your hand. “You both sound incredible.”

He chuckles at that. “Yeah, well, what can I say. We’re both pretty damn cool.”

You laugh faintly, turning back to place your figurine into a small tin of crimson dye, allowing it to sit there for several minutes.

You both sit in silence as you pull the dragon out of the dye and set it on a drying rack.

“You mentioned you grew up in this town, right? Why haven’t you left yet?” He asks, standing to his feet.

You think for a minute. “I guess I haven’t really had any reason to. It’s quiet and everyone knows me here, ya know? Sure we don’t have the best food, or the best artisans, but it’s nice here.” You reply, turning to the table in front of you.

“You realize how fucking talented you are, right? You could make four times what you make here if you were to travel to different towns.” He says sounding slightly irritated. “Don’t you want to see what else the world has to offer?”

You grow quiet, the faint smile fading from your face. “I never said I didn’t want to, but leaving everything I know, on my own completely, terrifies me.” You look down at your feet, letting out a shallow sigh.

“You can always tag along with Kirishima and I you know. I’d never oppose to a beautiful woman on my arm.”

You look at him with wide eyes, cheeks flush.

“Y-you just met me, you’d really take a chance on me? What if I’m a murderer or something?” You laugh nervously.

He lunged forward at you, pinning you to the ground. You let out a soft grunt as you hit the ground, his hand pinning your arms above your head as he straddles your hips.

“If you were a murderer, you’d never let someone get the upper hand, right?” He gives you a shit-eating grin as you huff in protest.

“Besides, don’t you want to ‘live a little?’”

Your face cheeks deepen red in embarrassment, noticing the slight bulge in his pants so close to your heat.

He notices your blush and snorts, hauling himself off of you, pulling you up with him.

“How much longer on that dragon?” He asks, nodding to the drying rack. You dust yourself off, trying to hide your fading blush as you go to look at the dragon.

“Ah, looks like it’s done!” You reply excitedly.

You pick it up and look it over, proud of your handiwork. You then reach for Bakugou’s hand, uncurling his calloused fingers and setting the figurine in his open palm. He brings it to his face and inspects it, eyes lit with curiosity.

“This is fucking incredible, (Y/L/N).” He says, awestruck.

You let out a quiet ‘thank you’ and stand quiet for a moment. “You can call me (Y/N), you know. I’m not a fan of formalities.” You reply.

Bakugou nods. “Yeah, me neither. Just call me Katsuki. And how much do I owe you for this?” He asks reaching for his coin pouch.

“No no no! Don’t worry about it!” You exclaim, waiving your hands at him. “Please, as long as I can see a dragon I don’t need payment. It’s fine, really.”

He grunts out a ‘fine.’ And stuffs the figurine into his cloak. “Want to go see that dragon now?”

You nod eagerly, packing up your stocked items and throwing them into a bag. “Let me drop these off at the inn on our way there,” you tell him as you put up a “closed” sign on the table.

You two travel down the now mostly empty road, dusk quickly approaching as you reach the inn. You run up to your room to put your stock away, jogging down the hall as to not keep Bakugou waiting. You grip the dresser in your room, panting as you’d worn yourself out a bit. “Katsuki,” you mumble, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“Yes?” You hear Bakugou’s voice from behind you. You yelp, running out the door before you could muster up an embarrassing excuse as to why you were saying his name in the mirror.

He chuckles and follows you closely, eyes now wandering to your figure. You had on a plain dress, though it looked a tad small, only accentuating your curves. He wanted to devour you right then and there, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, would it?

He eventually takes the lead, leading you to his small camp about a half mile outside the town. You two arrive about 20 minutes later, as the sun dips behind the mountains.

“Kirishima! We have a visitor!” Bakugou yells at the tent, a tall red-haired man poking his head out.

“Dude, I-” He stutters, gesturing to his small protruding horns and scales on his face. You miss this exchange as you’re admiring the surrounding forest, since you’ve never been this far up the mountain before.

“It’s fine, she’s fine.” He states gruffly, turning to you, oblivious to his state. His eyes soften as he sees you looking around the forest, admiring the sights. You notice him looking and look down at your feet, embarrassed. “C’mon, Kirishima will show you tomorrow, why don’t you sleep here tonight?” He nods at the small fire Kirishima had going.

You sheepishly agree and make your way over to the tent, Kirishima now sitting by the fire. He extends an arm to you. “Hi! I’m Kirishima Eijirou! You can call me Kiri.” He grins, mouth full of jagged teeth. His smile is warm, and you return it in kind. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), please call me (Y/N),” you shake his hand and sit by the fire.

“Hey Bakugou, I gotta, uh...eat,” Kirishima says. “Go eat then,” Bakugou replies, sitting down between the two of you. “Don’t wait up,” he mumbles under his breath, the shifter understanding immediately.

“Well (Y/N), it was nice meeting you! I’ll be gone for the rest of the night, but I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He smiles, running off in the opposite direction of Tengoku.

Shortly after Kirishima leaves, you heave out a sigh and flop backwards onto the grass, looking at the stars. Bakugou looks down at you, still amazed at how oblivious you are. He eventually lays his head next to yours, grunting as his head hits the ground. “Ow,” he grumbles, having hit it harder than he intended. You laugh at the whack sound his head makes, spinning into a fit of laughter when he starts whispering profanities at the ground.

“Hey, what are you laughing at, princess? You think it’s funny?” You wipe away a tear as your laughs turn into sniffles.

“Maybe a little bit,” you laugh again.

“Uh huh. You ticklish, sweetheart?” he smirks, your face paling at his threat.

“Shi-,” you barely get anything out before he has you pinned, hands attacking your sides.

“N-no! Please s-stop! I can’t take it!” You cry, the tickling so intense your eyes fill with tears.

“If you want me to stop, make me,” he smiles smugly.

Having gained a new wave of confidence, you take your knee up to his groin and rub against his bulge, eliciting a moan from Bakugou, distracting him just long enough to flip your bodies so you now straddled him.

Now he’s the one to be taken aback by your sudden change of attitude. “Where’d this come from?” He asks, his hands settling on your hips.

You lean forward, your hands finding his chest underneath his heavy pelt as you bring your face just inches from his. “You were the one that said I should ‘live a little’, right? That’s what I’m doing.”

He smirks, hands gripping tighter to your thighs. “Alright then brat, show me whatcha got.”

You lock your lips against his, his breath hot against your nose as you start to grind against him. He lets out a breathy moan, giving you enough space to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. It’s not long before the bulge in his pants is now straining against the fabric.

You slowly remove his pelt, revealing a well-built but scarred chest. You move your lips to his neck, gently sucking on the skin just beneath his jaw.

“Fuck,” he groans as you suck on his sweet spot. You trail your kisses down his chest, leaving love bites in your wake.

“You done this before?” Bakugou looks down at you, your hands now grasping the waistband of his pants.

“N-no,” you stutter. “I only know what the entertainers in town have told me.” he replies with a weak tch as you continue.

You undo his belt and slip his pants along with his boxers down around his ankles, his cock springing free from the confining material. Your eyes go wide at the size of him, never having seen a dick in person before. Noticing your hesitation, he smirks down at you.

“What, don’t tell me you’re gonna back out now,” he laughs tauntingly. “We’re just ge—fuuuuck!” His face tenses as you lick a long stripe against the underside of his cock.

You slowly coax his hardened member into your mouth, throat clenching as you slowly start sliding it in and out. You start at a steady pace, using your hand where your mouth can’t reach. Bakugou moans as you grow used to the size of him, taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. Bakugou slowly starts to buck his hips up into your mouth, beginning to face fuck you as your throat clenches with every thrust. Your eyes brim with tears as the tip repeatedly hits the back of your windpipe. Your core begins to ache with neglect as Bakugou’s hips begin to stutter.

“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” he breathes as he thrusts into your mouth a handful more times before your mouth is filled with his salty seed.

You slowly slip his cock from your mouth as you gulp down the liquid, wiping your mouth as you do so.

He chuckles, smug grin returning to his face. “Not bad for a first-timer,” he says, flipping you both so that he’s now straddling your hips.

He leans in next your ear and whispers “My turn,” as he bites down on your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

He kisses up your neck and jaw to your lips, pressing his body to yours. He momentarily breaks the kiss, his hands snaking under your dress, pulling it up over your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.

He trails kisses down your neck softly sucking, leaving love bites as you did to him. One of his hands makes its way to your already hard nipple, lightly tugging on it while his tongue swirls your other bud, eliciting a small moan from you.

He continues his assault down your front, kissing your soft curves as his lips reach your waistline. His vermillion eyes meet yours as his fingers hook the band of your underwear and slide them down until they’re discarded on the ground, his lips never leaving your body.

He kisses your inner thighs, sending shivers up your spine, your mouth now agape as your core aches with want.

“Already so wet for me,” he coos, warm breath fanning your now bare cunt.

You moan, shifting your legs open wider, giving Bakugou better access. He kisses your now soaking heat, slowly prodding you open with his tongue.

“Pl-please go slow,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

He reaches a hand up to your face, slowly stroking your cheek reassuringly.

“Don’t worry princess, I know what I’m doing.” he replies, sliding his hand back down to your waist.

“Let me know if you’re ever in pain, okay? I’ll stop immediately.”

You give him a curt nod as he slips his index finger into his mouth, turning his attention back to what’s in front of him.

He slowly slides his finger into you, causing you to clench in discomfort. He stays still for a moment before he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out of your heat, already dripping with your arousal. After a short while he adds in a second finger, his eyes continuously flicking up to your face to gauge your reactions.

Your eyes are clenched in pleasure, soft moans and mumbles of his name falling from your mouth. “K-Katsuki,” you start, slowly opening your eyes.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks, still sliding his now coated fingers in and out of you.

“Please fuck me,” your cheeks flush at your outburst.

He smirks at that, sliding his fingers out of you, as you sigh at the loss of contact. He licks his fingers clean and pulls himself up to you, kissing you more fervently this time.

You taste yourself on your tongue as you moan, Bakugou slipping his tongue into your mouth. He reaches down to himself pumping his cock several times, long since hard again. He lines up with your entrance, breaking your kiss momentarily.

“Are you ready?” he asks, meeting your gaze.

You eagerly nod, as he does as well. He slowly slides himself into you, as you wince with pain. His eyes never leave you, even as your eyes close as you focus on the mild pain as he slowly stretches you. You start to relax as he bottoms out, stilling there for a moment to give you time to adjust.

After a heavy sigh from you, he begins to move, slowly at first, barely sliding several inches in and out of you.

“You can move, Katsuki,” you breathe.

He grunts in agreeance as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your heat as he nestles his face into the crook of your shoulder.

It isn’t long before you feel a knot in your stomach, on the verge of coming undone.

“Katsuki, I–” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues to pound into you.

You come with a flash of white, clenching around him as your vision blurs. The feeling of you squeezing around him so tightly sends Bakugou over the edge not long after, a strangled moan leaving him as he paints your insides white.

After several more thrusts he slips himself from you, collapsing next to you, quickly pulling you to his warm chest.

You two stay like that for a bit, both lightly panting from your orgasms. You slowly curl yourself into him, his arm wrapping around you as your sigh.

“My offer still stands. You can come with us, you know.” He breaks the silence, as you slowly look up at him.

His eyes meet yours as you quickly turn away, cheeks pink with slight embarrassment.

“I feel like I’d slow you guys down,” you sigh, readjusting yourself as the cold night air starts to register. “Besides, I don’t know if I’d even be useful.”

He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t ask you along if I didn’t want you there. I feel like you’d be able to help funnel people out while Kirishima and I handle the rest. You’re good with people, right? You’d be able to do a lot of fucking good, (Y/N). And besides, your work is too damn amazing to stay locked away here. Don’t stay cramped up in this little town the rest of your life. Do something, you know?” He says gruffly.

You lay in silence for a moment, processing his proposal. You pull yourself to a sitting position, and Bakugou shortly follows suit.

You turn to him, pulling his face to yours and kiss him gently.

“You know what? Sure. Why not?” You grin, filled with fresh resolve.

He smirks at that, pulling you back to his chest as he lays back down in the cool grass. He reaches for a discarded item of clothing and wipes the both of you up. He throws you your dress and you slip it back on, as he finds some clothing to put back on as well.

Using each other for warmth, sleep takes you both, sunrise still a handful of hours away.

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You awake with the sun, hazy oranges and purples dancing behind your eyelids as the sun drags up over the horizon. You pull yourself up, stretching as you yawn away your drowsiness.

You look down at Bakugou, his mouth slightly agape as he slowly stirs awake. You smile, thinking about all the things you hoped to do. Sight-seeing, exploring new foods, selling your trinkets to new markets of people; the opportunities seem endless.

“Hey! Glad to see you’re awake! I stopped by earlier but you two were still passed out, so I went into town and got some food!” You hear Kirishima’s voice to your left, his arms full of cloth sacks, presumably filled with food.

“Good morning,” you reply, voice still thick with sleep as he hands you a bag.

He sits to the right of you, Bakugou stirring on your left as you open the bag and start eating.

Bakugou eventually sits up, rubbing his eyes as Kirishima hands him a sack as well, Bakugou muttering a low “thank you” as he still struggles to wake up.

The three of you sit in silence for a while, as you all finish up your food.

Bakugou is the first to speak up, setting his discarded wrappings on the ground beside him. “(Y/N) here’s going to join us, she can help evacuate people as we do the rest.”

“Sweet! You’ll fit right in!” Kirishima smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

“I do have to collect my things from town, and say goodbye to everyone, but I’m ready to go after that!” you smile back, taking a sip of water.

Bakugou stands up, taking everyone’s discarded food wrappings and throwing them into a sack as the three of you clean up camp.

As day breaks, the three of you make your way into town, conversing along the way.

Before long you reach Tengoku, the sun now high above your heads as you make your way to the inn. It doesn’t take long to pack your small number of things. You don’t have much more than a week’s worth of clothing, a hand-carved hairbrush, and a handful of figurines, as well as a couple of knives.

The three of you walk back to the front desk, returning your key to the innkeeper, exchanging pleasantries and a tearful goodbye.

You slowly make your rounds around Tengoku, wishing everyone well and promising you’d be back.

The hardest person to leave is of course Tenshi.

At present she’s at the local shrine, paying her respects. The three of you stop at the bottom of the steps, as to not disturb her.

“Can you guys give me a minute?” You ask hesitantly, placing your bag on the ground. The pair of men nod as you slowly make your way to the top of the shrine.

“Hey Tenshi,” you start, gently placing a shaky hand on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and stands from her kneeling position and turns to you, tears welling in her eyes.

She smiles softly, taking your hands in hers. “I was just praying for you,” she says, slowly rubbing circles into the backs of your hands. “I spoke with Inari this morning, and she told me what you set out to do, and I’m so very proud of you, (Y/N).” she gleams.

You smile and bring her small frame to yours in a tight embrace, failing to hold back tears.

“You'll be back,” she says as you both pull away. “I know you will.”

You smile at that, knowing she knew better than anyone what the future holds.

You make your way back down the steps, eyes still slightly puffy as you reach Kirishima and Bakugou.

“You good?” Bakugou asks, handing you your duffel bag.

You nod, assuring him you’d be fine. Kirishima hands off his bags to Bakugou and starts to stretch out his limbs as Bakugou drops the bags next to you.

Your thoughts are pulled to Kirishima as you see him out of the corner of your eye stretching. You give him a sideways glance, slightly confused at what he was doing.

Bakugou observes you and snorts. “Hey I promised you a dragon, didn’t I? He can’t transform if his damn limbs are stiff.”

You mouth an “oh” as Kirishima takes a deep breath and his skin begins to darken to a crimson red.

A tail slowly protrudes from his lower back as he begins to grow in size. His arms lengthen to match his legs as they progressively become longer and thicker, ends coming to sharp onyx claws. His face elongates into a snout, his mouth lined with the same jagged teeth he adorns in his human form. Wings twice the length of his now massive body protrude from his back, varying shades of crimson and black, a scar running along the crease of his left wing. He shakes himself out, his scales catching the sunlight, reflecting tinges of black and purple.

Honestly, you’re awestruck. You’ve never seen something so massive and beautiful in your life. Bakugou’s eyes never leave you, admiring your face of wonder. You slowly make your way around to Kirishima’s front, his eyes catching yours as he brings his face level with you. Your eyes immediately land on his notable scar over his right eye, and you reach out to it, brushing your hand over his face. You walk back around to his side, dragging your palm against his scaly skin as you walk back to Bakugou.

“W-wow,” is all you can utter as Bakugou chuckles.

“He is somethin’, huh? Let’s get going.” He replies, hoisting you onto Kirishima’s back.

He tosses you the remaining bags and pulls himself up as well, settling himself directly in front of you. You take one more glance back at the shrine, Tenshi now waving at you. You wave back, flashing Tenshi a toothy grin. You then turn to face Bakugou, your arms snaking around his thin waist. His muscles tense under you as he slaps Kirishima’s back, signaling it was time to go.

Without time to register, Kirishima shoots up into the sky, your hands finding purchase on Bakugou’s pelt as you hold on for dear life. As quickly as it starts it’s over, Kirishima leveling out amongst the clouds.

It’s breathtaking. The heat of the day melts away as the air pressure drops, the clouds breezing by. You feel like you could float on endlessly, and with Bakugou at your fingertips and Kirishima securely beneath you, you feel like you’re in heaven.

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3, 4, 16 (DON'T say cherik), 22, 28

oh my god i absolutely hate you for asking me these aha you’re my favourite person in the entire world

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

to date, it’s been X-Men (alt timeline movies, ofc) despite the rocky beginning I had. in this fandom I’ve learned so much about my own writing, and my writing style has grown SO greatly since I first joined and has taken shape into... well whatever the hell it is now, which is something I really like (most of the time)!

I fairly quickly created a small, tight circle of people I really enjoy being around in this fandom, and have since cultivated my own little fandom space that I really, really enjoy. it’s filled with people I love chatting with, people as open-minded as accepting as I am, and it’s a place that I strive to make feel welcoming for all who join, as well! I run an 18+ X-Men Alternative Timeline Movies focused discord, so if you’re interested, join us here!

I am trying to branch back out into The Fandom a little more after feeling a type of way for some time, and I’m honestly enjoying that a lot too! it’s been interesting to follow some more folk, and I’m really happy to see my dash start to thicken up after being close to barren for so long.

currently, I have a small group of close friends I care a great deal for (hi, Mid!) that has absolutely made this fandom into one of the best i’ve been involved in.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

very very very simplified and slightly unture answer: no. every single bad experience has taught me something that I’ve carried into my other fandom experiences, just like life lmao, but for more of a meaty answer to this question: yes.

so much yes.

I have SO MUCH regret around teen wolf, actually, for so many different reasons, but I’ve also learned SO much. seeing a server ran in a way I Did Not Like has helped me better mod my own fandom spaces, and I am very anti-totalitarianism and am VERY against showing abject favouritism to specific members, while I also always try incredibly hard to ensure no one feels ignored. I was reminded of how finicky friendships are, and learned not to be the person who puts in the sole work to keep ‘em going (and how to recognize if I am) because... when you stop the friendship might stop, too. I learned NOT to hit on close friends, no matter how much I might want to, and I learned the importance of open, clear and precise communication in romantic endeavours, which was actually a very good life lesson because I’d never been in a situation that could teach me it before. I’ve learned, or, am LEARNING, not to let personal experiences with one-on-one relationships taint my view of a fandom—this one is hard, and is something I am trying very, very hard to work through as I’ve recently been hit with a very strong and very sudden wave of inspiration for teen wolf.

but like, with that all said, I still absolutely LOVE the teen wolf fandom and have had so many amazing amazing amazing experiences that I wouldn’t change for all the bad, and that the bad experiences are really localized to the ship-focused spaces I was in and the personal relationships that I had, NOT with the fandom as a whole which I am slowly dipping my toes back into! I learned so much about myself and my writing during my time in the fandom, and that is another thing I absolutely wouldn’t change for the world. I am over the moon that I’m writing here again, honestly, and the reception I’ve gotten has been SO insanely amazing.

starker is another one I regret-but-don’t-totally-regret-because-I-learned-shit. starker taught me the importance of 18+ fan spaces, and showed me what can happen when people... aren’t careful. when mods are minors themselves. I learned that cross-generational nsfw spaces are a RED flag, and that they mean GET OUT, and that anyone who would willingly allow minors and adults to mingle over explicit content are people I Do Not Want To Be Around. I learned a lot about myself there on an interpersonal scale, and I found out a lot about my sexuality and kink preferences, too (which was a wild time). while I do very much enjoy the lessons I learned from being in the space I was in, I could do without some of the more negative things I witnessed, even if they taught me a lot.

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

SINCE I CAN’T SAY CHERIK I’m going to have to dig a little deeper and talk about Sterek, lmao. I was really, really, really into Sterek starting around... 2014? I read... fuck tons. absolutely insane amounts of Sterek fic. and I wanna say... around 2015? maybe? there was a really popular trope in Sterek, wherein Derek would push Stiles away (by being mean, by pretending to date one of the Pack (usually Erica), by bullying him, by telling him the pack didn’t want him, etc, etc) so that he could... keep Stiles safe? it almost always went the same way. there is a threat no one told Stiles about, Derek did “what he had to do” to keep Stiles safe (i.e cutting him off from all his friends and massive, obvious crush) and then when Stiles got hurt, the pack would come to his rescue and save him (only after Stiles got a little beat up), and then Derek would care for him, or not leave his side, or check up on him, and Stiles would wonder why he cared after everything that had happened and... bam. Derek would admit his undying love. And Stiles would just like forgive him and they’d get together and be happily ever after as a pack and...

that was so damaging lmao??? I can’t even tell you how many fics fitting into this trope that I read, to the point where I was like... “wow Derek loves Stiles so much he’s such an amazing person for keeping him safe by pushing him away and making him feel isolated and alone and hated” BUT LIKE WHAT. WHAT. that’s horrible??? so so so horrible??? I am so fucking thankful it isn’t something I really saw too much of when I came back around to the fandom around 2017, but.... oh boy. for a ship that I considered an OTP and read like the entire tag of, I have VERY few sterek fics of substance (when compared to the rest of my teen wolf writing) and this is the reason why.

this trope and it’s absolutely ludicrous popularity a few years ago really, really turned me off the ship.

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

content-wise: no. very, very easy no. I don’t regret any of the pairings or kinks I’ve written & I don’t think I ever will (I’m very anti-shame, lmao. if you like it, flaunt it).

but... I do regret some of the emotional labour I’ve put into works? the emotional attachment I have with certain fics, or genres, or pairings, and how I’ve tied them to a specific person or persons. like, I can’t write ageplay anymore, because of how strong the association of ageplay is to someone I cared for deeply and no longer have in my life (and even if I ever manage to write it in general, I’ll never be able to write Steter ageplay). I have 13k of a fic that was supposed to be a surprise gift to a close friend that I hadn’t heard from in... ages, to the point where I gave up on sending the occasional monthly-message. I have one thing I wrote for a dear friend (who never interacted with it) and now I can’t help but feel like the story is awful, despite not doing horrifically stat-wise.

I write because I love it. I write for people I care about, because writing is a labour of love, and it’s a way I can show them how much I care for them, but... sometimes that bites me in the ass, I guess.

I’m working on it, lol.

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

god okay there is NOTHING better than the idea of this. I’ve had a few mood boards made for me here and there, which are always SO loved and cherished and massively appreciated down to my BONES, but I don’t know if I’ve... ever really gotten fan art? I had someone make some really, really cool like... OG bit-moji type art of a couple of my fics, which is amazing and I have it on my phone still, and @hd-hale once drew me a GORGEOUS sheriff stilinski inspired by Daddies’R’Us, but to get FAN ART i would CRY lmao

right now, I think something from to love and be loved by you would feel really, really extra special because even at 6/17 chapters posted, it’s my longest work ever. what would it be a picture of?? hell if i fucking know but probably something that hasn’t happened yet, lmao

#wow this got really long im sorry #these are just my personal experiences and i've had LOTS of them #im a very emotional person can you tell?#can you also tell im not over some stuff lmao #im working on that too #listen i'm working on a LOT right now #i can't believe mid asked me THIS series of questions thinking this wouldn't happen #why did i write a fucking NOVEL #about lav #writing meme #ask meme #writer meme #midrashic #lav answers

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The Boyfriend Tag [Michael Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview featuring Michael Clifford and his girlfriend.

Words: 6k

“Hello, I am Michael Clifford, from the band 5 seconds of summer” He introduces himself once the camera starts rolling.

“and I am his girlfriend” I say right after him with a playful tone “you can call me (Y/n)”

“and today we will be answering all of your questions” he keeps going, grabbing the Ipad that contained all of the questions and getting to business “Let’s do this”

Where and when did we first meet?

“Funny enough” I start our answer with a shy smile almost being a little ashamed to answer at all “We met at his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party, like four years ago, maybe three” I shrugged, looking back at him hoping he would continue the story, because every time I got it started it was like stepping on a floor of lava. Touchy subject, of course.

“Yeah, we meet at Crystal’s party, we were still together at that time” he said, catching my glance right away. He panicked for a second, looked back at the camera and made the number one possible assumption clear “Just for the record, I didn’t cheat on her and nothing big happened at any moment, in fact, we are all very good friends” he says, just putting it out there before anyone could jump into conclusions.

“Crystal and I have been friends for a really long time” I explain a little “Our thing just kind of happened after he became single, It took us a long time to get together, but back to the story, that was the first time I saw you, at that party, I think. Because I have a theory I might have seen you in the past” I mention, really thinking about it, but I was never sure “I remember Crystal being like ‘hey meet this person’ and then we talked for a good while” I say, narrating what would be the very first time I ever talked to him, ever.

“About Game of thrones” he says, totally breaking to laugh and passing that onto me because his laugh was really that contagious.

I smile, thinking about the very first time we talked, we were in the zone and couldn’t seem to stop, we could just keep going without coming to an end, it was like a never-ending conversation that I was deeply enjoying.

“You would be surprised about how much we can talk about Game of Thrones” I say, smiling to the camera and laughing at the memory.

He nods before continuing the story.

“Then I was dragged out of that, but I think that if I wasn’t pulled out of that day we could have gone for hours” he states, making some emphasis on that particular phrase.

“I know, right?” I laugh, already getting excited but it was time to be a bit serious “Nothing against her though, she had you pull you out of that, I couldn’t keep you in a conversation for the rest of the party” I shrug “It was really fun though! We meet a couple times after that, talked a little and then eventually we texted each other, it pretty much grew from there” I continued the story before he could finish for me.

There was really nothing else to mention because our story never went as deep as that, we were friends and we liked texting each other, this is something that grew a lot with time, that was all.

“Remember those weird ass memes I used to send?” he asks, looking at me sideways. I nod “They were gross, I’m sorry, baby”

I laugh, closing my eyes for a second and remembering those, because they were kind of nasty, but surely funny enough to have me laughing the whole time, I couldn’t whine about it.

“What are you talking about?” I said shrugging “Gross it’s the new funny”

Where was our first date?

I smile to that question, it brought really good memories.

“Coffee and dancing” I mention, raising my eyebrows up and down before breaking to laugh “Not in the way you think”

“Definitely not” he laughs with me, shaking his head in agreement.

There was really not much to say about that date if I was honest, it was a bit underwhelming but still fun enough to give it an honorable mention.

“It was pretty much a completely “out of the blue” improvised date” I say, remembering how it all started and it marked a before and after in our relationship.

He nods, crossing his arms over this chest as he said “I think that was my fault” he hissed dramatically “I wish I could have taken you somewhere more date like but here’s the story, I was at her place and we were watching a movie and having some coffee because she got this new coffee maker-”

“With a shit ton of options” I mention, completely interrupting his story.

He smiles, chuckles at my answer and keeps going “-And we were basically premiering it and after watching the movie, talking for a little while we decided it was our first date” he finished, looking over at me and smiling “Then we started dancing”

“I had a Taylor Swift album and we were bored so, that’s the outcome” I chuckle “My apartment was boring at the time so, sue me, next question” I shrug, grabbing the iPad from his hand and moving on.

What was your first impression of me?

“To be honest, I thought you were with Calum” Michael answered, not even thinking about it first “it’s weird because the first time I ever saw you I didn’t have a first impression right away, I was just slightly offended that he didn’t tell me he was bringing someone” he explained directly to the camera “but then I connected the dots and I guess my first impression was, wow...this girl knows game of thrones more than I know myself” he says, not handling himself and breaking into one big laughing mess.

I do as well, it was kind of hilarious if I am honest. My ability to talk about things I love for hours was developing more and more everytime and I loved it.

“Wow, I certainly didn’t know that” I said, trying to control my laughter and answering his previous statement “Just for the record, I wasn’t with Calum, I meet him at a friend’s house and in that party, we started talking and he ordered something for me, but we are just friends” I explain, I understood why he might have been confused “He also picked some ice cream with me, Crystal always has Ice cream trucks on her birthday and we spent a good while in there” I said, looking at his side as I finished short story.

“Oh my gosh, those are the fucking best” He says, humming at mention of ice cream, especially that ice cream.

No one knew where they got them or who made them, but they were always so good, hands down the best ice cream in town. They were so good she had them around every year on her birthday and it was pure happiness in an ice cream truck, we love it.

“We actually picked the flavours for that one, did you know?” he mentions in an enthusiastic tone as he looks over at me. My face grows surprised because I certainly did not know that. “Which one did you have?” he asks.

I hum, frowning a little as I do my best to remember and bring the memories to mind. “Rum caramel and chocolate swirl?” I say, not really knowing it was even right, it was so long ago, It was hard to remember.

He nods his head and raises his hand “Give me five” he commands and I do it, pressing my palm to his as he joins our fingers together “I picked those, we’re connected” he teases, kissing the back of my hand.

“I know, it’s insane” I giggle, squeezing his hand just a little and bringing it back to my lips to kiss the back of it just like he did.

“What was your first impression of me?” he asks back because it was now my turn to answer the question.

“Huh” I say, really thinking about it. I press my lips together and do my best to remember, because it was so long ago, it is a bit blurry “I remember thinking how funny you were and how you were the only person who got my geeky jokes, I was amazed” I say, going for the first thing that hit my mind after remembering that moment.

He has always been hilarious and I do remember laughing a lot the first time I talked to him because certainly, not my people could even make a joke with some of the things I enjoy talking about.

“I mean…” he nods, looking back at her camera and shrugging “I get you, girl, let’s leave it at that”

When did you meet my family?

“Just last week actually” he mentions with quite some enthusiasm “her family lives far so we managed to bring some of them to LA for the holidays, it was really fun, It was the first time I got to see them personally” he shrugs, glancing over at me for a couple seconds.

“It was, indeed” I smile, leaning to the side to bump his shoulder with mine “I meet his family over the holidays years ago, it was Christmas and we went to Australia and that’s the story” I said shortly “His mom me made the best chocolate chip cookies, oh my gosh” I continue as a bit of a fact, dramatically moaning at the reminder of her cookies “what a dream”

He chuckled, bumping my shoulder back and looking straight at the camera “That’s how you get the girl” he said in a too serious tone “with dessert”

Who said “I love you” first?

“I did” Michael answers raising his hand.

“He did” I second it, pointing at him shortly.

“It’s a long story but basically, although it took some time to get it out, I was the first one on doing it” he says with a now more serious tone, I smiled. “I'm a sentimental guy, I wanted to make sure I felt it before I said it” he explains, more to me than to the camera and people in front of us, it was adorable, but he didn’t need to tell me that, I knew it.

“I said it right after and I was so sure of it” I smiled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly.

“Aw” he said with a smile, kissing the back of it. “I love you, baby”

“I love you, dude” I said back, kissing his cheek.

Oh man, I was loving this interview, it was bringing out of Michael his sweetest self.

What dressing do I always wear?

“Oh man” I groan loudly, throwing myself back as I leaned back on my chair “this question sucks because I would say your bracelets but you took them out last night, dammit” I say, hitting the table with my fist in one playful move.

Michael smiles at me a teasing smile and looks down at his own wrist, that was now covered by nothing compared to what he had before, just one small black bracelet around it.

“Yep” he says, looking down at it and spinning his only bracelet with one finger “End of an era, you’re going to have to pick another one”

“I know” I say, looking at him on his entirety, from head to toe. “I’m going to say your hat, which is now like glued to your head” I chuckle, reaching over to tap his head a bit before reaching out to take it off, but he is quicker and holds it down with his hand so I can’t steal it from him. “See?” I say to the camera, nudging him lightly.

“Honestly, it is, I sleep with it and everything, right?” He teases me as he bumps his shoulder with mine softly “Mine is easy though, you always wear these little guys” he starts his answer, lifting his fingers to touch my small gold earing “and the necklace” he says, moving his finger down to point at it directly.

“Yeah, I can’t take it off, ever” I say, reaching over to it myself and grabbing the figurine at the end on it “My mom gave it to me for good luck and it’s become my signature” I smile, letting everyone know a bit more “You had it way easy” I say, glancing at him. He smiles and shrugs, before taking the IPad away from me and going to the next question.

Weird habit of each other?

That question didn’t really make anything come to mind, because I really have no clue on what to say.

“Weird habit, huh?” I say, looking over at him and trying to think on something “I don’t know, I don’t think you have any, You’re too perfect” I say in a teasing tone, reaching over with my hand and brushing away some of the hairs peeking out of his hat.

He smiles to me, knowing that it wasn’t true because I really had zero things to say, so he doesn’t say anything else, he just goes to take my hand and joins our fingers together.

“Thanks, babe” he says softly “I don’t know one either, the only thing I can think about is the way you click your tongue randomly” he says, looking over to me, almost looking for a reaction and repeating the way I tongue click sometimes.

I couldn’t say that was a lie, I do that a lot.

“Like this” I chuckle, before doing the tongue clicking “Yeah, that’s a bad habit” I say laughing a bit “I stopped doing that because of that movie, with the kid that called for the demon with that to tongue clicking” I say, faking a shiver to the reminder of that creepy movie.

“Oof, that’s a heavy movie” He sighs, nodding in agreement.

“I know!” I exclaim, almost too dramatically “I love it though, but damn”

How long have we been together?

“Year and a half” He answers, way quicker than I expected.

There is more of a complex answer than just that, It’s a fact.

“A little more than a half, I’d say” complementing his answer just a little bit “We were just friends for a long time, so if you count our friendship phase, it would be about two years, maybe three” I say, shrugging a bit as I lean back on my seat.

“Yes” he says, his eyebrows raising in agreement “If you count our whole thing I don’t really know how long we have from being friends to friends who date, to boyfriend-girlfriend, it’s weird” he nervously chuckled, leaning forward to look at me.

I smile a bit, look to the camera and say “It took a while to make it official” I start “I remember it being difficult because when you’re friends with the ex and he is also friends with her, things get awkward, so it was difficult to know when to take the next step and how to take it, that is mainly why it took us so long to speak up about it and make it a thing” I say, telling the story how it was, without any kind of filters, it was the whole truth.

He nods to me, not being surprised nor annoyed that I was probably talking a little too much about the situation. I was telling nothing but about how it happened and I didn’t mind at all telling the world that we had a bit of a hard time revealing our thing to pretty much everyone.

“It’s funny, because we made a big deal about it though and it was actually not as bad as we thought” he continues for me, letting out a bit of a chuckle as he looked down “I mean, we talked things out and it was just as easy as that, no hard feelings” he assures.

My eyebrows raise and I nod in agreement. “Thank god” I say, with a bit of a chuckle.

Yes, thank god it went just as well as it did because I really wouldn't know how it would have been otherwise.

What is the most public thing you’ve done together?

“This interview” Michael says, pointing at the camera directly and making me break in one fit of giggles.

It was so true.

“Yep” I nod, chuckling softly “We’ve never really been the most private couple but we keep most things for ourselves” I say in a bit of an explanation pointing at the camera too “Except for now”

He shakes his head softly as he chuckles “I think the way we keep our relationship it's just the right way to be public, I don’t think we should go any farther than we already go” he says looking back at me.

“Me too, I’ve never been a fan of couples that show everything, it stresses me out” I cringe a little “I’ve seen people showing so much that it kind of surprises me how they don’t show themselves doing their thing if you know what I’m saying... ” I say, looking at him suggestively and raising my eyebrows in one quirky look.

He smiles to me, presses his lips together and looks back at the camera to let out one clear word that I could not get myself to say.

“*@#-!!!” He said, with all the calm in the world and making me freak out.

I hope they bleeped that out, it was so inappropriate.

“Dude!” I exclaim right away, reaching to him and slapping his shoulder hard “You can’t swear in here, Michael, they told you twice now” I say, not helping myself but breaking to laugh, covering my face to hide my blushing cheeks and looking away from my boyfriend, who clearly didn’t feel like keeping his language friendly.

“Sorry, I had to” he said excusing himself “Sorry, guys” he apologized

I sighed dramatically, looked at him as I shake my head glancing his way “What am I going to do with you?”

First thing you noticed about me?

“I thought your face tattoo was pretty cool” He says, looking over at me and pointing at the top of his brow, where my tattoo was the day I met him.

“Aw, really?” I say, completely surprised by his answer “It was fake though, Looked super real, my friend gave it to me and said I should test it and then considered it, as in eventually actually getting one” I say as a fun fact about that day, I never got a face tattoo after that.

“I think you would pull those off really well” he says in a completely confident tone.

I pressed my lips together. “We’ll see” I shrug, not really paying attention to diving in more into that but instead figuring out my own answer “Uh, let’s see…” I say, looking up trying to think of something “I think the first thing I noticed about you was your style, I really liked it, also how tall you were, I felt really awkward that day” I say, chuckling at my own answer since it was really the first thing that crossed my mind.

“Awkward? Why?” he smiled, scrunching his nose just a little. He looked adorable.

“I mean, you come and stand beside me being twice my size and then Crystal at my other side, wow, it was quite funny if I’m honest but I felt so small” I say, a bit ashamed of the words that came out of my mouth but it was true, that say I felt like the smallest person in the room.

“Okay, you’re not that small, we both are pretty average but I’ll give you that one, Crystal is pretty tall and we were literally surrounding you” He says, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in support.

“It’s alright, all of my friends are tall and your band also is super tall” I shrug, not really caring at all.

His eyes narrow. He looks at me, then looks at the camera and mumbles “Average”

He will never accept his height out loud.

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stay quiet for one full minute, trying to think of an appropriate fact. It surprises me when Michael is the one to take the lead on this one when he was usually the one who would usually struggle to think about this kind of stuff, but this time is different, he moves forward and answers.

“We were birth on the same day” he says as our fun fact. It was actually so weird.

“Oh Yeah!” I say totally surprised that he went for that one. “Well, different year but same day, it’s pretty interesting” I say with enthusiasm “It’s funny because people thought we wouldn’t stand each other because we’re both Scorpios” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Lies” he states, shaking his head “I mean, we have our disagreements but we get along really well”

“Like it should be” I nod energetically “I’m a fake Scorpio though, you have everything to be a Scorpio and I only have a couple, I’m pretty shy to get started” I chuckle, not really caring about that fact.

“But I think we’re famous for being heavy in temperament and stuff, I think if you get us both in the right mood you’ll definitely see that” he says, laughing at his own statement before shaking his head and getting back to business “Anyways”

“Anyways” I repeat, shrugging “We’re birthday twins, next question”

What’s the biggest thing you’ve done for each other?

“Valentine's day, period” Michael says in a very decisive tone “It was by far the biggest gift I’ve given her, I think” he says “We went to Mexico, spend a week there, it was really awesome, I had one hell of a time there” he admits, looking over at me and waiting for my answer.

“Oh that was the best valentine's day in the history” I say smiling “The biggest thing I have done for you by far was your birthday party, hands down, I have never stressed so much over a gift and I am happy that the outcome turned out good” I say, barely really thinking about my answer, because it was the only thing I could think about at the moment.

Remembering that day brought out heavy memories with good outcomes. It was here where I realized I have never organized anything bigger than this and it was really a story worth telling.

“Should I tell the story? I never told you, I think” I say, really thinking about it as I look over at him.

His lips are pressed together and he nods “Yeah, I wanna know, please” he says, leaning over and getting all his attention to me.

I smile, clear my throat a little and proceed to tell the story “Well, our birthday was coming and our friends wanted to do some really big birthday party for us and naturally we accepted, we let them plan everything but I still wanted to get Michael something, right?” I say, trying to introduce the story in the best way “So basically I wanted something big that he would remember and have fun with and I talked to a couple people and decided I was going to do the impossible and bring Green day to play a show on our birthday” I reveal and his mouth completely widens, I nod and before he can speak I keep going “I knew someone and I had them booked for that day for specifically a thirty minute show and the night before they told me they couldn’t come, it was a disaster” I continue, giving a plot twist to the whole story.

He’s still completely speechless.

“Wow” he says in disbelief before I could keep going “I just want to say, either way, I wouldn’t have minded if you couldn’t bring them, I don’t mind” he said in support.

“No but see, it was our first birthday, I wanted to” I speak in sincerity “I had to ring Crystal at like 10 that night just to figure out what to do because I had nothing, not even an idea, I made an excuse and everything and we spend the whole night trying to organize your birthday present, she even bought me a cupcake at midnight because she felt bad I was so stressed at my birthday” I say, chuckling at my own memory of an all nighters I won’t ever forget “I was eating my birthday cupcake and crying and she was like “it’s fine, it’s fine” but I was breaking down, it was not fine” I say, already wrapping on the story with a whole lot of laughing, because it was such a crazy story.

“I didn’t know that” Michael says very amazed, not finding the right words to express himself, instead, he points at me and says “See, that is team Clifford teaming up for the man, right there” he jokes, making me break in a whole bunch of giggling.

“Literally” I say, shaking my head as I try to keep going “Anyways, uh, we ended up booking a karaoke and after one nervous breakdown, She ended up contacting this person who knew this band and said they were really good and they did us the biggest favor and they played the show, I’m actually really happy about that because they were just so good, their name is the Winnetka Bowling league” I say with the biggest smile ever “I loved it, honestly that was one hell of a birthday” I speak, very proud of what a good memory it has become and being happy I can say this out loud.

I barely notice Michael is staring at me intensively, wide eyes and mouth half open, almost seeming completely started by my story.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“Nothing, I’m just amazed, wow” he says, still not believing it at all, he was completely amazed “You almost bring Green day for my birthday?”

I smile and shrug “Almost”

He smile, laughs at how much this was a big deal and moves over to me “Baby” he says with certain adoring tone in his voice “Oh baby” he repeats, moving over and kissing my forehead as he pressed me in a hug “See what I like you?” He laughs, kissing me again.

“Okay” I chuckle, looking up so he pecks my lips once “next question” I say and we continue.

Tell us a secret

Now that was certainly a difficult question to answer. One more time, we stay quiet and glance at each other with a funny smile on our faces; I have no clue on what to say, but I can give it a guess and hope it is enough.

“It wouldn’t be a secret if we tell you” I start in a very mysterious voice, looking over at the camera and mumbling “but” I continue “Sometimes we like to have this late night drinking sessions, where we get really drunk and go on this live chats people have about the band, just to see what they say” I reveal, trying to act like it was a big deal and smiling very widely to the camera. “It’s interesting how many people go in there” I say, excusing our actions.

“It’s also interesting how many people discuss my life behind my back” Michael corrects as a chuckle leaves his lips “but really, it’s hilarious‍‍‍‍”

Favorite feature about each other?

He spins his chair just a little to look over at me and I do the same, so I could give a good answer to the public.

“My favorite feature of you it's probably, your hair” He speaks first, guiding his eyes up to look at it “I love it because you've never touched it and it just does its own thing, looks beautiful all the time” he admits, reaching out to caress a strand of it “Also the color is like…” he starts, but can’t seem to find the words.

“Weird” I complete for him and he nods “But here’s what’s weirder, it’s my natural color” I chuckle, touching one of the strands myself “I don’t think I’ll ever change it”

“And you shouldn’t, I think it is beautiful” he says, reaching over and caressing my cheek.

“aw thanks” I say, controlling myself to not blush, but that was sort of difficult. “my favorite feature about you is your smile I say, revealing my answer “it’s not perfect but it fits you really well and when I see it becomes very contagious, it makes me smile and yeah” I say, not knowing what else to say and also completely blushing in the process “I just love seeing you happy” I shrug.

He pouts for a second as he looks over at me finishing my answer. Not helping himself but smile and stand up of his seat.

“Awww” he says, smiling “Come here” he said in one weird voice, smiling widely and hugging me tight to his body. I chuckle and put both of my arms around him, I just love the way this kind of closeness felt like.

What do we argue about the most?

“I think by far our number one fight without a question it's probably why the hell I touch Calum’s face so much” I speak right away after I have read that question out loud.

I think there was really no other answer we could give out because we didn’t really argue on a regular basis and when we did it would always involve something completely dumb, like this one situation, it was not a big deal and yet we would always find a way to have a small and playful argument about, it was interesting.

“Honestly” Michael sighs after hearing my answer “It’s like her hands have a magnet, I can’t turn around for five seconds without having her touch my best friends face”

“It’s just so soft” I excuse myself, breaking in a bunch of giggles as I lean over and pinch his cheek softly, almost imitating the thing I always did with Calum.

It is needless to say that Calum and I have always been good friends. That’s the reason why I state my answer, we are both looking at the direction right behind of the camera and where Calum was standing along with a whole crew of people and some of the band, we wanted to see his reaction, he wasn’t mad at all, instead I could see he thought this was funny; he was looking at us with a smile that indicated us he was clearly containing a laugh, and shaking his head.

“Why do you bring me into this?” he said, not moving from his spot and keeping that awkard smile on his face.

I click my tongue playfully and look over at him “I only state the facts” I say in a sassy tone “He’s got some voluptuous cheeks and I can’t help myself” I shrug, acting like it was not a big deal at all.

“You and I are going to have some trouble” Michael said, not being serious at all as he pointed at Calum.

Calum nodded, pressed his lips together and acted like he didn’t care at all, like the rebel one of the bunch. “I just have that power over the ladies you know?” he says in a monotone voice. “I am adorable outside and a beast on the inside”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim right after that, not helping but laughing out loud to that statement.

Michael laughs too, it was pretty funny to not recognize it. He just didn’t know how to answer back because I see he is trying to come up with something and he is just not able too, he is laughing his ass up.

“Yeah, right” Michael rolled his eyes once his laughter has slowed down “I am sorry for the interruption, we can keep going now”

Nicknames for each other?

Once again, we don’t really know what to say for this particular question, because it really takes us about a full minute to finally speak up about something, even when it is kind of an easy one that we should be able to answer faster.

“I don’t think we go that far from the regular nicknames” He says after a moment of silence “I can’t think of one” he admits, biting his bottom lip as he really thinks about it.

“I know one but you’re going to hate it” I admit, biting my lip as well and looking over at him. he nods, giving me permission to speak up. “I call him Mike-o-wave when I am feeling extra annoying or when it is necessary” I admit to the camera, shrugging as I go, this was the worst answer on the history but I had to say it.

“Oh man” he whines, covering his face in embarrassment “Once I got that name it’s never going away” he sighed, shaking his head a bunch of times “This is just why we shouldn’t have ever let people decide on what to do for Don’t Stop” he laughs, being a bit exaggerated but also speaking the truth.

“I am not going to say that isn’t true” I shrug, laughing as well “If anything, if you come up with a name I won’t mind because I have mine and it works wonder” I smile, looking over at him and gaining myself a bit of a glance from his part.

“Mimimi” he mocks me, reaching over at me and pinching my arm.

“Ouch!” I laughed and whined, moving to the side to evict his hand “A*&****, that hurt” I whined, pinching him back and gaining the same whine from him.

“Sorry!” he laughed, even when he wasn’t really sorry “Don’t call me Mike-o-wave, though, it’s weird”

What's something you are thankful for?

Just by reading over the question once we know this one was completely different to the rest, because it was the last one and it was only meant for one thing, to have a heart to heart moment, not only for the public but for ourselves. So we give the people what they want.

We turn our sits so we can face each other, hold hands and proceed to answer.

“I am thankful for getting the amazing opportunity of having someone who gets me the way she does” He speaks in now a softer and sincere voice “I have been in a couple relationships in the past and even when some were good and others weren’t, I am thankful that this time I feel like I finally… belong” He says, having a bit of a hard time getting the right words out, but he does and he is perfect.

I don’t need a long answer, just an answer and I feel really good about it.

“I am thankful that after so long I finally get the chance to share my life with someone” I say, now giving my part of the answer “Unlike you, I have never been in a relationship, a real one, before and going into this was a big step for me, it took some time to assimilate but we got here and I couldn’t be happier” I continue, feeling my eyes water just a little from saying such true words “You’re the best man I know, I love you so much” I smile, my voice turning softer and my hands squeezing his softly.

“I love you a lot” he says, now growing a smile as he pulls me forward and wraps me in a hug, not before pressing a short kiss to my lips.

I answer to that kiss faster than ever, peeking his lips not once but twice and hugging myself to him. I needed this, it always felt so good.

“It’s a wrap!” Michael celebrated, raising one arm in the air dramatically as he pressed me up to him.

I laugh and kiss his cheek. Yes, it was a wrap! and what a wrap, because this interview was such a weird thing to do but at the same time, I had a lot of fun with it, and I would do it a thousand times again if it is by his side.

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fictober.23.: the first appointment

#Fictober19 Prompt: 23. You can’t give more than yourself. Fandom: Oxenfree Characters: Jonas, Duke (OC) Rating: T (no warnings apply) Tags: Angst-ish, emo Jonas, mental health & therapy Word Count: 2802

So... I'm posting this in order to maintain Fictober, but in all honesty this is actually a side scene/side story to a previously mentioned project that is still in the works and has yet to be posted. There may be some spoilers for the beginning of that fic. This is more an exploration of who this AU's version of Jonas is, how he's been affected by the things in his life- I'm calling it 'emo Jonas' but it may not be the type of emo you're expecting, I don't know.

If you want to read it when it comes up in the fic, it's looking like that would be anywhere from chapter 6 to chapter 9 (we're still in the midst of writing at the moment), and I'll update the summary and add it in as a related work when that becomes applicable.

For now, if you still want to read now (and it's cool if you don't), enjoy Jonas's first meeting with Duke, with no context to the rest of the story.

An appointment. ‘Like a doctor’s visit.’ Yeah. Well, maybe.

“Hey. You want to come on in?”

Jonas holds his breath for a second, standing from the waiting room to follow the man inside. The guy is in his early 30s, brown hair with a bit of gray starting in, just barely this side of messy, with glasses that look like he should be drinking craft brews at some gastropub in Portland. Duke. That’s a name, alright.

“Nice to finally meet in person.”

Jonas just nods. He’s not great at speaking to new people. Took him a couple weeks to start talking in intake. But he has kinda met Duke before. A pretty long phone interview, not to mention emails. They wanted to find a good therapist, and Camena had options. He’d settled on Duke.

“It’s nice to have all the paperwork out of the way already. Kind of a waste of session time, really.”

Jonas’s brows raise as he tips his head in acknowledgment and agreement.

Duke has a leg crossed over the other, and Jonas realizes, in retrospect, that the guy is actually his height. Maybe an inch shorter, but pretty damn close.

“How tall are you?” They’re the first words out of Jonas’s mouth, but they do their part.

“Six three. On a good day, anyway.”

“Nice.”

“Shoe size?”

“13.”

Duke winces audibly. “Damn, you beat me. 12 and a half.”

Jonas smirks a bit. And the ice is broken.

“You came from school?”

Jonas’s eyes wander to the side table between his chair and the unoccupied couch. He reaches for some kind of adjustable wire toy, turning it inside out and flipping it into different shapes. “Yup.”

“What’s your electives?” It’s a better question than ‘how was your day,’ at least. Duke’s foot is bouncing idly, as well.

“Gym and weight training; shop.”

“At CHS, right? Wilkinson still teaching wood shop?”

Wilkinson? “Yeah, I think that’s his name. Old guy, wears a lanyard with a whistle on it even though I don’t think he does any sports stuff?”

“Yep. He’s not too bad. Get him talking about baseball, that’s a thing. Does he still have that slugger in the workshop?”

“I… don’t know?”

“He’s got two, actually, I think. Louisville Slugger wooden bats, one official and one he made. If he still has it. I heard one year some kids stole it for a prank.”

“Kinda a dick move, the guy’s gotta be at least 70.”

“Yeah. Kids can be idiots. Present company excluded, of course.”

“Technically an adult, and I’d agree regardless.”

“When we talked before, you sounded kinda meh on the Individual Studies thing. How’s that looking?”

“It’s…” Jonas pulls a face. “Still meh on it. Some of the other kids are… ehh. Remind me of guys from North Valley, thinking they’re the shit. And the teachers - or whatever they’re called, aides? They’re a mixed bag. This one girl - woman, I guess - she seems pretty cool. Darcy. Good attitude, even if she seemed kinda fake at first.”

“I’m not sure I totally get what the course is, to be honest.”

“I mean, I’ve got three periods of it, it gets old fast. Though— I mean I guess they’re not all the same. First period for me seems more like… learning skills?” Jonas winces. “I dunno, it’s kinda cringey sometimes. And then third is gonna be assessment stuff— kinda miserable, just packets of standardized test questions and shit like that. Last period is chill though. Basically like a study hall for me, working on the stuff from the tests. And I’ve been getting out a little early, so I can-” He stops.

Duke waits a second for him to continue, and when he doesn’t, he lifts his chin from looking at the pad of paper in his lap (where Jonas can see little geometrical doodles as well as his illegible scrawl of whatever he’s noting). “A reminder; mandatory reporting doesn’t include stuff like truancy, just plans to harm yourself or others. And I consider ‘plans’ to actually mean plans.”

“So… there’s this girl, right?”

“A friend?”

Jonas hesitates. “Yyeahhh…”

“Or… sounds like maybe not just a friend?”

He shakes his head, “No, definitely just a friend, just… kinda insane.”

“Fun fact; ‘insane’ is really a legal term.”

Jonas rolls his eyes. “Kinda wild, then. Her and this other guy, too. They kinda like… adopted me?”

“Is that a positive or a negative?”

“I think it’s a positive? But— right, my point was, it gives me time to dip out the back and then meet them in the other parking lot.”

“Why the other parking lot?”

Jonas shoots Duke a flatly skeptical look. “Well they’re not gonna come meet me over in the ‘special’ wing.”

Duke huffs out a short laugh. “Wow, okay, strong feelings about IS are still there I see.” Even as Jonas is rolling his eyes again, he goes on. “So the wild duo. What kind of wild? You think they’ll get in the way of treatment?”

That makes him think for a second. “Um… no? I dunno. The guy is kinda stupid rich and somehow has a line to a shit ton of weed, apparently. Which could be a problem.”

Duke’s brows have risen high. “Could be, yeah. Does your JPPO do random testing? Think being around them could mess with your results?”

Jonas shakes his head. “Nah, they’re scheduled. Every other two weeks. And that should be done by the end of June, and the testing might be ditched entirely when we go down to only meeting once a month. Plus apparently he’s more of an edibles guy, so I’m not super worried about anything accidental. I can always just keep away for a few days before testing, shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Even though you’ve been adopted?”

He snorts a bit at that. “Guess I can’t know for sure. Not too worried, though.”

“That’s good. How exactly did you manage to get adopted?”

“The girl was my tour guide first day. I guess she thought I was cool, ‘cause she introduced me to her friend and… I dunno. We exchanged numbers and stuff. Texted. They’re kinda high energy for me, but also-” Jonas hesitates, rolling his eyes before continuing. “It’s weird, ‘cause Alex is kinda… popular? She’s a total dork, constantly jokes about being a witch, but it feels like everyone knows her? And likes her? It’s weird.”

“Huh. Are you saying you think they shouldn’t?”

“I’m saying…” Jonas shrugs. “Eh. She’s nice enough, I get that. But like… I feel like at North Valley she would’ve been… I mean, not disliked. Considered annoying, maybe, in large doses. Not exactly a class clown, but that same idea. More of a subject of entertainment than friendship.”

“That’s an interesting way of seeing things.”

“What do you mean?”

“Analytical.”

Jonas considers that for a second. “…Maybe? It’s just kinda how the world is, I’m not complaining about it or anything.”

“Are you unhappy about it?”

He shrugs. “No? Like I said; it’s just how it is. People offer certain benefits, right? Sometimes that’s, like… like someone who always knows the homework. If we’re thinking concretely here. And then there’s the one who always has a pencil you can borrow. —It’s like a study group sorta analogy. There’s someone who’s able to get everyone together at once, and someone who can talk to the teacher and argue on your behalf, but who you might not want to spend time with outside of class ‘cause they argue with everyone. And there’s a class clown type, who’s really entertaining but can sorta get in the way if you’re trying to be serious.” Jonas pauses again. “I mean, there’s a lot. But everyone kinda has their strengths and weaknesses, right? It’s like a teamwork thing.”

“So where do you fit in this?”

He thinks for a moment, still playing with the wire cage. “I dunno. I have a car.” That’s part of it at least, even if other things come to mind as well.

“You think that’s what people see you for? Your car?”

Jonas’s lips pull. “I’m not saying that’s my only redeeming quality, I know I’m not just some dude with a car. That’s just, like, the prime benefit.”

“What else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your other ‘redeeming qualities.’”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m— I know I have them, okay? I’m- I have skills. But they aren’t- y’know, like, my function in a social group.”

“What if you didn’t have your car? You can’t give more than yourself— what qualities do you think you’re bringing.”

“…Alex seems to think my height is a benefit.”

“She obviously has not been 6’3 and attempted to sit in a compact sedan.”

Jonas cracks a smile. “Yeah it’s cute, she’s not tiny but both her and Ren are like… she said it before, I don’t remember what it was 5’5 or 6 or something. Joked about needing me to retrieve pickle jars or whatever.”

“So you’re the guy with the car and the pickle-getter.”

“Sure.”

“That all?”

“Well- I mean, the tall thing is also like—” he waves a hand, “-y’know, the other tall stuff.”

“Can’t say I know what you mean, apart from reaching things and being asked about the weather.”

“You know.” Jonas fidgets slightly. Duke has to know that part of things. “The kinda… intimidation thing.”

“How do you mean?”

Jonas’s lips pull again in that vague passing annoyance. “You know. Being tall and looking— not scary exactly, but like… imposing, I guess. Basically looking like someone you don’t want to mess with.”

“And that’s what you think you bring to a friendship?”

“Yeah. Like… like a bodyguard or something.”

“You think your friends are in danger you have to protect them from?”

“No- well.” He lets out a short sigh, a rueful smirk hooking his lips. “Not yet, anyway. And once they are, I’m betting they’ll have put themselves into it.”

“What does the whole ‘bodyguard’ thing mean, then?”

“Um.” A few images pass through Jonas’s mind, and he hesitates, face impassive for a second before he shrugs again. “Trying to keep her from getting hurt. I guess.”

“…That doesn’t really sound like something based solely on height.”

His fingers twitch, and Jonas’s ears feel warm. “Look, I spent a year in juvie for physical assault. It might not just be the height.”

“You think she wants you to fight for her? Is this like… an American Gladiators kinda thing, or…?”

The laugh is just a huff of breath, but the corners of Jonas’s mouth are lifting. “I don’t think she wants me to fight. I’m just— And I don’t want to fight!” he assures Duke. “But like… there’s probably some element of ‘this guy makes a good meat shield’ or whatever.”

“You ever think they might just… like you? Like just, as you?”

He snorts. “I— I’m not saying they don’t! I mean, at the very least they tolerate me, and I assume they must like me, otherwise we wouldn’t text all the time. It’s really easy to ignore someone’s texts and make excuses.” Jonas isn’t even mad about the question, it’s so far removed from how he feels. “I’m just saying that there’s this fringe benefit for them.”

“And is that how you see them, as well?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Honestly, they’re my allies right now. Not in a bad way - I like them, they’re fun - but at the moment their function in my social circle is connecting me to my new community, right? They’re transitional aids, like a kinda PREP thing. Or IS. I mean, she was a tour guide.”

“Sounds kinda dehumanizing.”

“It’s not meant to be. I’m— Look, we talked all the time about support systems and community engagement, and buying in, right? So, I’m building a support system of peers.”

Duke cocks his head, looking mildly bemused.

“What?”

“It sounds like you know the words pretty well.”

“Yeah, well. I didn’t talk much. Mostly listened.”

“Is that really how you think about the people around you? As… I don’t know, bricks in your support structure?”

“I mean, it’s not the only thing I’m thinking. I like the company, I like the distraction, they’re fun. But…” Another one-shouldered shrug. “I dunno, man, call it a justification if you want.”

“What do you mean?”

Jonas sighs. “Gives me a reason to keep trying.” Again, it’s not said in anger, or even in sadness. Just a straightforward factual statement.

“What would you do if you didn’t think of things that way?”

“Can’t know for sure, obviously. But— I dunno. Call it distress tolerance. Giving them a function gives me a reason to tough it out. Like—” He pauses. “…Yeah, no, I can’t figure out an analogy for the brick thing. Sticking with people instead of being— transient.”

“Transient.”

“Kinda drifting around. Moving through things.”

“You think you’re transient?”

“I think I’d survive without friends. Until shit started to go wrong, I guess.”

Duke is quiet, eyes narrowed like he’s trying to parse the statement, considering. “…I’m not sure I get it.”

“I like people, but all the— politics, I guess. It stresses me out. I’d rather just… not. At least, in group things. School, juvie— the social dynamic is this constant thing where you’re maintaining. Don’t shit where you eat and all that. Don’t fuck it up, you’re stuck there. All this work to not make things worse for yourself. Honestly, I’d rather just see people when I see them. All day every day is… a lot.”

“…Can I ask you a question?” He’s leaning forward, and his tone is a different kind of curious than he has been.

“I mean… that’s literally all you’ve been doing.”

“Your residential center, your stepdown stuff— they had GED programs. Why come back to high school?”

Jonas is spinning the little wire toy around one finger steadily, keeping an eye on it to avoid having it fly off, even as he picks up speed. “Dad wanted me to.” His stomach dips, and his voice is a little quieter. “Mom would, too.” He’s silent for a second, still spinning. “And it’s supposed to be good for me. Community engagement, support structures, all that.”

“Why do you think they wanted you to do school?”

“I mean, my mom was a teacher. My dad… just wants me to be well-adjusted. I think he wants me to feel normal again.”

“What do you think?”

Jonas’s gut has been steadily, gradually, slowly but surely filling with lead. He breathes evenly. Too evenly. Actively making the attempt. When he speaks, it’s a low mutter. “Not sure that’s possible, if we’re being honest.”

“Why not?”

He shakes his head. “I dunno. Things just— changed. Can’t really undo that.”

“…I mean, I agree that you can’t live in the past. Things happened, you can’t undo them, but you also can’t spend every minute thinking about them. I know mindfulness tends to get a bad rap ‘cause it’s sort of trendy in the mental health field right now, but there’s definitely a ton of upsides to it.”

“I’m… vaguely familiar.” Jonas’s voice is a bit wry.

“So you know the whole idea of where you’re living. The goal is being present. So not living in the past, or in the future, but in the here and now, without judgment.”

“…Okay…”

Duke is still bouncing his foot a bit. “What do you think? Like— really consider it for a second. What that means.”

“What, living in the present?” Duke shrugs in a casual kind of confirmation. Jonas sighs, fixes his eyes on the therapist, and tries to do as asked. “…I guess I just feel like that’s asking for trouble.”

“How so?”

“I mean… thinking about the future is kinda important. Otherwise you fuck things up and can’t undo them.”

“Who says you can’t?”

Jonas snorts. “You? Like… a minute ago?”

“I guess— maybe it’s just the use of ‘undo.’ You can’t rewind and make something not have happened, but you can control how you handle the consequences, how you potentially repair the situation, your reactions to things, all of that. But if you’re constantly fearing every possible outcome of anything you do… you do nothing.”

“So you’re saying not to think of consequences. You want me to just go party and violate parole and not care what might happen?”

“Well, no.” Duke actually rolls his eyes. “Hell— it’s a delicate balance, right? But some part of that has to be just allowing yourself to exist without judgment.”

“O…kay?”

“Or analysis.”

“…Ah.”

“I mean, it’s not like I’m advocating underage drinking or drugs or truancy or anything, but… You’re out, y’know? You’re in this do-or-die headspace, but your situation has changed dramatically. Now’s your chance to go back to being a kid. Live a little.”

[source for AO3]

#fictober19 #oxenfree #jonas oxenfree #oxenfree fic #my writing #mach3 #cjgj #prompt fill #kinda

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sansloii-a · 5 years

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coughs so am I allowed to request all of the “salty af munday meme” answers or—

oh my fucking god || @imbruedinfear

strap in y’all ‘cause someone wants to hear me complain

What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

if you post excessive ooc in quick sucession, i will unfollow you faster than the speed of light. i’ve done it in the past. i will not hesitate to do it in the future. i don’t care if it’s tagged. if i’m on and i see it, you’re gone, my friend.

What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh there was this one dude that legit tried to monopolize one of my old muses on another blog, got upset when i set a main ship for said muse, complained to me nonstop, was trying to use me to get back into rping with my friend group ( which he called “the popular group” for a reason I don’t understand to this day ), only wanted to ship, got pissy over a fucking pokemon au ( if you ever wanna hear about this, lemme know ), tried to insert a ship into every au we made automatically, tried to tell me how to write smut for no reason ( said he would read it and give me tips and everything ffs ), was an asshole to my sister ( who rped way back when but doesn’t anymore ), made several friends of mine uncomfortable to the point of leaving the rp scene for a bit, blamed other people for issues that he honestly had a part in causing, and a bunch of other things that i’m forgetting right now.

i figure that’s the worst because nothing has topped that. nothing. that happened years ago, though, so i’m good now. no one fucks with me like that anymore.

What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

i got about 10 asks from someone when i wanted to do other shit ( my asks that are in the double digits ) ‘cause they wanted me to send them an ask. annoyed me to hell and back and i promptly deleted those asks

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tough shit. i was not in the mood for games and i’m still not.

Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz?

not that i know of??? i hope not ‘cause i worked real hard on all this and if you steal anything from me, i’m gonna throw a huge-ass heaping of karma your way.

How many people don’t like you?

i dunno. i’d say none but i know not everyone is going to like me so if you’re out there and you don’t like me, you’re entitled to that. don’t tell me, though, ‘cause i don’t wanna know if you don’t like me.

How many people do you not like?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i don’t really care enough to actively not like anyone. you can annoy me but unless you piss me off and continue to piss me off, you get stuck on the “do not care” list.

Have you managed to stay away from drama?

i give advice when needed on how to avoid whoever my convo partner is talking about and i avoid getting involved. unless it’s like… a close friend or involves a close friend, i refuse to get in the middle of whatever issue people have. i’m not about to have my ass dragged into problems that do not concern me.

i don’t cause drama either so that’s also how i stay away from it. 100% guaranteed to keep you out of drama.

Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

personal/friend drama? yes. rp drama? see above.

none of that was fun btw. it was a lot of me getting angry, being frustrated with certain behaviors, having to cut people out for doing shit/saying shit that they knew they shouldn’t have and refusing to recognize that they have fucked up and use that to change their behavior, etc. it’s draining and not fun and i’m pretty sure it shaved years off my life but y’know, it is what it is. the most i can do about it is look out for myself and keep out of relationships that will put me in those situations again.

Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

no because i used to be friends with people that weren’t straightforward with shit and made excuses instead of changing their behavior. i don’t wanna go into it ‘cause and i can’t remember all the details but boy, peace was hard to come by and it didn’t last long. i wasn’t going to try to bring peace if people didn’t really seem to want it and level with each other.

How long do you stay mad?

depends on what you do, tbh, but it’s a couple hours at least. a couple days at most.

What’s your rp pet peeve? ( i have a lot of these )

playing “find the links” on someone’s blog. if i can’t find your links, i’ll try “/rules”, “/r.”, “/g.” and whatever else i can think of to get your rules and a couple more things to get your muse’s about. however, i shouldn’t have to and it takes little effort to make it so that your links are easily distinguishable from the background. if i don’t find them, i don’t find them. and i don’t follow/follow back

Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?

nope. not now, not ever.

Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?

i’ve never been in a situation where i’ve had to be forgiven for stuff i’ve done so no.

What fads/trends are you so over?

the first thing i thought of was the fucking double ampersands thing that was everywhere at some point. those annoyed me so much and i’m so glad they’re gone. super small text needs to die too. i may not wear glasses but i sure as shit ain’t straining my eyes to see what you’ve written in 3px font.

honestly, a lot of the excessive aesthetic shit that sacrifices accessibility for #aesthetic

Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

nope, nope. nu-uh. if i knew for a fact that this person was abusive in that moment, i wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole. absolutely fucking not.

Have you ever made a public call out post?

-loud snort- hell no.

What has made you completely lose your chill?

honestly? look at my worst experience and that about sums up shit that has made me lose my chill. you really gotta push my fucking buttons to make me mad ‘cause i’m usually pretty laid back.

What do you think about public call out posts?

answered here

A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i dunno. i’ve only been in one before and that was f.ire e.mblem

A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

imma be real honest with y’all--the only fandom i’ve been in that i will acknowledge is f.ire e.mblem and i had a pretty sweet time there. i had some ups and downs but it was an overall good experience for me. it was pretty open and inviting in my opinion but i tended to stay away from the douchebags in the fandom ‘cause i just wanted to have a good time there.

Thoughts on duplicates following you?

if i have duplicates of my oc following me, i’ll have a whole fucking cow

Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

i don’t think it’s forced interaction most of the time ( with sentence starters, symbol memes, memes that take literally zero fucking effort to send in ) ‘cause... everyone likes getting stuff, y’know. if you wanna reblog it from someone, just take a moment to send something in if the interaction is feasible. that’s the key thing here. if it’s feasible, then i don’t see the issue with sending something in before you reblog it from someone ( especially if you’re mutuals ). if it isn’t and you just wanna reblog it, reblog it from the source. it’s not that serious.

if someone nitpicks you for rebloging the same meme they did but you reblogged it from the source, i wouldn’t feel too bad. you know what’s best for your muses and if you don’t feel like the meme is cohesive for interactions, then that’s your prerogative and the

Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

answered here

Has someone been jealous of you?

i’ve only been told that someone was jealous of me once and it was a long time ago. i have never heard that from anyone again ( not that i remember, at least )

Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

mhm! but it usually comes when i’m feeling super down about my blog and doubting my ocs ( which isn’t often ). when i do get jealous, it’s over interactions and the like and my big dumb galactic brain is like “wow, don’t you wish you had those interactions? don’t you wish you were rping with those people?” and makes me feel bad about the interactions i have, the speed at which i reply, my ocs, how many people are interesting in my ocs, etc. however, this shit doesn’t last long ‘cause i have a bunch of wonderful people that motivate me to get out of that funk and just... focus on what i have instead of what i’m seeing on my dash. i remind myself that i’m here to have fun and i shouldn’t try to match my experience to others’

How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

more formatting, smaller icons, more focus on having a fancy ass theme, more formatting, more callout posts, less communication in some regard, more reminders for communication.more psa posts, more formatting--

honestly, i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and most of it is a blur lmao. i probably don’t remember everything ‘cause i was.... 15 when i started rping on here. i’m 22 now. i’m sure a lot has changed in seven years but i definitely haven’t seen it all.

Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

i’m currently a fandomless blog and boy, is it a lot more fun XD i have a lot more creative liberty and i can shape the world my muses live in to my liking, as opposed to following or just adding onto what the fandom universe already is. it’s a lot of work and it takes a ton of time but it’s fun and i’m enjoying every second of it!

How salty are you feeling right now?

answered here but i’ll just say it again: not salty. just tired and rambly because holy shit this took a while

#imbruedinfear #🗪 ┊ ⧼ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛy ᴄᴀᴛʜyꜱ! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#ツ ┊ ⧼ ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ⧽ ⇹ ( ooc. )#.i answered ALL those questions #.i hope my salt was enough for you

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myheartisbro-ken · 5 years

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2018 Fic Writing Roundup

Tagged by @amaltheaz , thanks, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these

Total 2018 Word Count: 293.714 wow, that’s a lot, I’ve been complaining about not writing enough and yet

Total 2018 Hits: 78.220

Other 2018 AO3 Stats

Kudos - 4.506

Comment Threads - 644

Bookmarks - 933

Subscriptions - 1.956

Links & Titles to 2018 Works: (gonna do it in chronological order)

1 - You Wanna Be Friends Forever? I Can Think of Something Better

As their friendship progresses everything else in Kara's life shifts drastically and she ends up needing Lena more than previously intended. Lena, on her end, never thought she would have a friend like Kara and she fears her feelings might get in the way.

A season re-write of Kara and Lena becoming best friends, realizing they have more than platonic feelings for their best friend, being in denial for a little bit, fighting everyone who judges their relationship and says they shouldn’t be friends, whilst wanting to be more than friends, defending each other at all costs, helping each other when things get hard, and just being hopelessly in love. With appearances of Winn being Kara’s best bro, Alex who needs to chill and stop being so overprotective, James who is being a little bit of a hypocrite and should learn how to separate Luthors and Supers, everyone just being a tad bit judgmental, tabloids invading their privacy and speculating on their relationship, and Kara and Lena not giving a fuck because they believe in each other and what they feel and that’s all that matters.

2 - Birthday Wish

Kara didn’t know what she expected to find when she opened her door, but a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at her eagerly was definitely not on her list of possibilities.

“Hello?” Kara greeted confused. “Are you lost?”

“Are you Kara Danvers?” The boy asked instead.

“Yes…?” she said carefully.

“My name is Liam,” he introduced himself with a cute smile, “I’m your son.”

Kara almost choked. “You’re my what now?”

Or,

When Kara wished to not spend her birthday alone she didn't expect a fully grown human child to materialize at her door claiming to be her son, nor for that child's other parent to be Lena freaking Luthor, but sometimes life can be crazy like that.

3 - Dates

Veteran actress Lena Luthor and novice actress Kara Danvers film an episode of the show Dates together. As they pretend to be on a first date for the cameras, sparks fly in real life.

4 - Our Little Miracle

When a meeting goes in an unplanned direction, Lena is put in a tough spot and needs to have an uncomfortable conversation with her son, which leads to a discovery and some tough decisions. When Morgan Edge threatens to buy CatCo to fit his own agenda, Lena has to step up and save the day.

or,

Lena has a very stressful job, but Kara and Liam always know how to make her feel better.

5 - Welcome Little One

On the last day of Hanukkah, Kara has a big present for Lena, but it's Lena who ends up surprising everyone.

or,

Baby Liam decides to upstage his mother's big gesture.

6 - Home For Christmas

On their second time working together, veteran actress Lena Luthor has to deal with the extremely silly and unprofessional crush on her up-and-coming Co-Star, the ever charming Kara Danvers, as they play the romantic leads of a Christmas movie.

Favorite Fic

- definitely the baby Liam au, it came in pretty late in the year, but I had been trying to get it to work for a year, and once I did, I quickly became obsessed with it, I’m working on more of it because I just love it so much, enough to make me forget I have other stuff to write... oops

Hardest Fic

- Birthday Wish all the way. It has this complicated secret plot that’s not entirely exposed yet, and there’s so much drama and angst going on that it just takes a lot of me, and I’m a perfectionist, so it’s a lot of work. All the feelings and the different POVs makes it even tougher. But it’s worth it in the end, I love it a lot

Do you plan on taking prompts in 2019?

- I mean, I currently have two multi-chapters that are quite long and two series with a few works planned for each, not counting things that haven’t been posted yet, so I shouldn’t be taking any more work

What was the best thing about 2018?

- I like to think I’ve grown as a writer. Now I feel like I earned calling myself as a writer. I put in a lot more work than the two other years I’ve been posting my stuff, I’ve managed to stay consistent for the most part, I kept with the same story for the entire year instead of just writing some quick scene or two and never picking it up again. I’ve made some friends through writing, and people who really helped me get better, and I’m thankful for that, for them, even though I don’t always know how to express that to them (lol, some writer)

What was the worst thing about 2018?

- I got stuck in my own head a lot, there was a lot of self-doubt, a lot of long periods without writing where I gave myself a hard time over it. But overall I can’t complain all that much.

Any last thoughts for 2018?

- It was good. I had a lot of fun

Goals for 2019:

- first of all finally finishing Wanna Be Friends because I feel like it’s taking forever and I’m really behind on the goal I had set for it, I should have finished by now, so I can focus more on other things.

- pull off all that I have planned for Birthday Wish

- a lot more of baby Liam, just a ton of family fluff (maybe some pre-baby fluff as well)

- just like, repeat all the positive things from 2018 and maybe even do better.

- really, I just want to finish Wanna Be Friends

- or any multi-chapter, really

Tagging:

shit. I can’t think of any mutual that I legit talk to who is a writer except for @amaltheaz but I can’t tag her back. So like, anyone who wants to do this, feel free to say I tagged you, also totally tag me to drag me because I can’t think of anyone to tag right now.

#about me #my writing #tag meme #writer meme #my fics #ugh i really suck at tags #i feel so self absorbed right now

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Did any of you guys go to art college or art school? If so, do you have any advice for that? (Portfolio, applying, all that nonsense.)

Hi anon! Kristen here, this has been sitting in our askbox for a bit and now I finally have time to answer it. Warning this is very long, as are most things I type. I’m also gonna hit up other Artsy IR members to see if they have any thoughts.

I went to art college- Kendall College of Art and Design, starting back in 2008 and graduated in 2012. I went for traditional illustration because I wanted to do children’s books, though I also self-taught myself digital illustration and applied a lot of what I learned to said digital work. I have a Bachelor’s degree, yaaaay.First of all, if you really want to go into art as a career, there are some things you should consider. 10 years out from when I applied to art school, we’re living in a different world. Art school is a lot of money and student loans are a monster I’ll be stuck battling for some time... and now-a-days, that stuff isn’t really necessary. There are a variety of online tutorials and courses you can take for free or for considerably cheaper. There are thousands of art communities, and with hard work and good networking you can make it just as far if not farther than someone with a degree. We’re very much in an age where being a self-made entrepreneur is considerably easier than it ever was before. So you need to throughly consider if the price tag is worth it to you.Art school does do a few things. A good school should have some solid foundational classes that give you the chance to experiment in everything and often force you to do so. If I hadn’t gone to art school, I probably wouldn’t have tried traditional watercolor work at all, and that’s what got me my first serious illustration job. Also a good school should give you access to professors who have been in your industry who can give you solid advice and also, gasp, connections.

Connections are a pretty vital thing, especially depending on what you want to go into. I’m not an expect on animation, but from what I know a lot of people who are currently working in the field got their start at California Institute of the Arts. Depending on where you are in the world, if you’re in a hotspot for whatever industry you want to go into, a big name school can be a major help for you. If you don’t really live in a place where that’s an option, i.e. you’re me and you live in the void Michigan, you’re not paying for as many networking opportunities, so you may want to seriously consider if art school is worth it.

Art school also gives you the benefit to really focus on art hard if you play your cards right. I was able to go it full time due to grants and scholarships, which was intense but definitely pushed me through some major improvements. However, I knew other students who worked full time on top of being in school full time, and they didn’t get as much out of it. The big thing about art school, as is the case with any school, is you really only get what you put into it. Your professor can show you all the techniques in the world, but until you know what that technique feels like in your own hands, it’s useless.If you decide to go for a school, be sure to look into things like post-graduation hiring rates. Also ask current students there how they feel about the school- depending on the department at Kendall, people had very different things to say and they weren’t always positive. Thoroughly consider where you want to specialize, different schools will have different specialities even if they supposedly offer a bit of everything.

If you’re unsure on your speciality, that’s okay! Definitely still take foundational classes either online or perhaps at a community college. The more you experiment, the closer you will get to finding what you want, and that will make art school a lot more useful to you when you decide to enroll.

If you ever take any art class, ever, and it’s something you want to do for a career, take that shit seriously. I know I said up there “you get what you put into it” but I gotta say it again. My first year of art school I was going through a lot (not entirely my fault) but I also took several classes not terribly seriously because I was like “whatever man I don’t want to do this, this isn’t my major.” In retrospect I thoroughly regret not paying more attention in those classes, because those foundations would have helped a lot with struggles I had later on. If you want to do art as a career, you gotta REALLY want it and you gotta really focus.

I can’t really tell you if art school is right for you or not. I personally don’t regret my time there or my slightly scary debt, but I also benefitted from some grants to make my loans at least manageable and a number of other factors have gotten me to the point where I’m a full time freelance illustrator.If you decide to go for art school, check the portfolio requirements for every place you apply to. Different places will have different requirements. For me, I was required to have over half my work showing off my various foundational skills- still lifes are good, life drawing is good, oooh look ma I can use pastels AND I’ve got a tablet and can do digital stuff wowowowowow. I was told to try to keep anything cartoony/stylized down to a few pieces- unless you’ve received A TON of positive feedback about your personal style I wouldn’t use it too much because you’re probably still developing and that style’s gonna change A TON as you go through school.

Keep an eye on the acceptance rate at the school. If it’s EXTREMELY HIGH, that may show a lack of standards. This is actually bad because this means the school is basically letting people show up, taking their money, and then going “welp here’s your degree, good luck somehow getting a job in an EXTREMELY competitive field.”

Another thing you may want to ask is hey, how well does this school prepare you for marketing yourself once you get out of school. Most people I know who graduated from Kendall don’t have art jobs, and the primary reason for this is our teaching for self-marketing was really not great.

Whether you decide to go to art school or not, here’s some stuff you should really be working on if you want to go into art or get better at it:

FIGURE DRAWING plz. Please do figure drawing. Honestly, the more realistic you do with this, the better. “But Kristen I wanna do cartoons!” I get it, I do too. However, learning realistic anatomy actually benefits cartoony stuff a lot. Once you get a feel for how something actually works and is proportioned, it’s easier to exaggerate and adjust proportions without making it look weird. Draw a figure standing enough times and you’ll get a feel for how weight is positioned, and that means when you make those legs noodles they won’t look awkward. This website is a great tool for online figure drawing work for you to practice on your own, I highly recommend it! Or sit down and do it with a friend, it’s fun!“But Kristen, figure drawing is booooori-” Then once you’re done drawing the figure, make it a character. I actually have a lot of figure drawing and gestures that I turned into IR characters because I’m very cool.PRACTICE DIFFERENT BODY SHAPES BOYOPERSPECTIVE This one I am a lot worse at. But this has some good points on perspective. What I like to do is find a photo of a room or something and try to draw it to the best of my ability, then add my OCs to it. I LOATHE the perspective part but it’s good practice and usually at the end you have a nice day-in-the-life kinda feel to things, it’s like “wow my characters exist in a world instead of white space amazing.”Do some COLOR SWATCH CHALLENGES!

Also just... try everything. Even stuff you hate the first time. I hated watercolor when I first did it, but as I said before, that’s what I got my first job doing.

Above all else, make sure you draw every day. If you want to do art as a career or just want to get better at the hobby- the difference between someone who makes this thing a career and someone who doesn’t is the person who cares about it so much that they make time for art even when life is chaos around them.

I have other thoughts but this is long enough as is. Uh, thanks for coming to my TED Talk and I hope you find this useful, haha.-Kristen

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wannawrite · 6 years

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Lights on

who?: Wanna One’s Yoon Jisung

genre: 🌸 type: bullet point, day one of christmas collab winkwonk

blog navigator.

• part of the collaboration with my girls @onlyjihoons and @hwinkinghwi • Jisung is in charge of running a huge, high class, world recognised flower garden

CKLSSHODS THE COLLAB KICKS OFF HERE IT’S STARTING. wow can you believe I’m posting first because I’m the youngest...but I love my bbys.💕 please go check them out as well! Hope you guys enjoy this collaboration.

- Admin L

posted late due to wifi problems as I’m currently overseas/still on hiatus. Apologies.

• honestly • in all honesty • cross your heart • you did NOT want to be here • when your parents suggested taking a day trip to Gardens By The Bay • and drag you out of your precious bed during the December holidays • it was a huge hell no • work/uni had been so stressful you just wanted a day to yourself and the bed • well, that had been your life since the start of the holidays but • nothing could beat the workload landed on Singapore university students • study study study • jiayou friends!!!! • occasionally emerge from your house to run to the kopitiam [ food court ] or wet market for food • and kopi • and kaya toast • before going back to the safety of your room to hibernate • preferably without a blanket fort because Singapore is hot enough • tropics • ahh yes sunshine • sun: *fries you up on Orchard Road pavement* • it never really feels like Christmas here if you don’t see the fancy decorations at malls and Orchard Road • because this island only ever has one season • which is summer • maybe that’s why your family wanted to visit GBTB to get a feel of some Christmassy decor and winter plants • to ‘get into the holiday mood’ • but really • as much as you wanted to admire the view • and the place the government put tons of money into building • there was work calling your name • and you were still sleep-eyed when your mum woke you up, shoved you into the backseat and drove halfway across the island to the resort style flower garden • fun fact: I performed at GBTB once • such talent [delete] • the crowds of excited tourists and booming noise of chatter irritated you and you wanted nothing more to go home • why • plus, your parents planned to stay in the area until nightfall for some lighting display thingy • why • your sleep schedule had been really REALLY • really • messed up • :”) relate • you NEEDED sleep • December holidays is for sleep • fix your sleep schedule • proper sleep had become a need • it kind of always is but you just ignored it, grinding on to push your GPA up • get that 4.0 GPA! • but now • a need • you slept all the way to Gardens By The Bay, ignoring all the magnificent sights and attractions on the way • Merlion started sobbing how dare you • he was all scrubbed clean for the holiday season some more • Singapore Flyer wants to fly your ass away • Marina Bay Sands crumbled to the ground and you were still snoring • what a great citizen 👍🏼 • you were dead tired • yOU DON’T DESERVE THIS SLANDER • especially when you’ve seen it all already I guess • but honestly, I really want to be a tourist and do touristy shit one day • so you were ready to throw hands at all the people you didn’t exactly want to be around • ‘WAKE UP SWEETIE WE’RE HERE’ • cue car door opening • and blazing sunlight burning through your shut eyelids into the core of your orbs • AIR CON WHERE’S THE AIR CON • if you didn’t run, the humidity would frizz your hair up • before you could protest or wash your face to look as alive as the thriving plants • all the plants are hella well looked after believe me • iTS SO ALIVE AND ENTHRALLING • a ticket for Cloud Forest and Flower Dome was shoved into your hands • and you were thrown into the mystifying lands inside Gardens By The Bay • ooohhh • it was chillingly refreshing • misty • hmm • mysterious • mysterious Christmas • of course, GBTB had spared no expense on Christmas decorations • there was a Santa sleigh and reindeers pulling it on the upper floor • bet, it was going to illuminate once the sun went down • this is hard to explain in words but basically when you enter Flower Dome, you’ll see this really high platform far away on your right and usually some decorations are placed there • I actually haven’t been there in awhile • rip I googled all of this but my wifi is SLOW here • flowery scents wafted into your nose and surprisingly, it was energising • mhmm are those pine trees? • REAL pine trees growing in the soil • REAL ONES • we never get anything here • my mum nearly bought a dead $80 tree from Cold Storage idk if we should or should have • are those poinsettias? • red • blue • green • this is how Singapore decorates every year I’m not kidding • go Orchard Road and you’ll see • I think • anyway • you won’t be surprised if there was going to be gingerbread men growing on trees • Singapore science and technology is advanced 😫😭 • they actually formed the formula for the OCBC [bank] Skyway trees • they absorb sunlight, turns it into solar energy and that energy powers some parts of the park! • but imagine if food really grew on trees • you did buy a gingerbread man from a cart to fuel yourself • since you did skip breakfast • maybe you should get turkey and log cake for breakfast • even the lady serving you was decked out in poinsettias and a christmas hat • this is fiction I think ^ • huge mood • PUMP UP C’MON • Christmas carols and pop songs were blasting through the speakers • ‘ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUUUUU’ • it really got you into the mood • you wanted to dance • ‘JINGLE BELL ROCK’ • ah yes • jazzing to Christmas music • maybe you’d look like the awkward uncle from Hong Kong no one knew about until this year when he finally paid a visit • my family ^ • casually • rocking by yourself • yeah, that mood • bRING ON THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT • uh but you were also kind of freezing because there wasn’t much time to bring a jacket and whatnot • you never actually need a jacket in SG fyi • it’s 30+ degrees celcius all year round • but here, they plunge the temperatures so that the imported plants are able to survive and live well • suck it up • plants can deal with it but I can’t ??? no way • there were sparkly blue christmas lights draped all around the trees and there was a HUGE, GIGANTIC christmas tree decked out with lights, colourful ornaments • ahh so sweet • gET INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT • you helped to take pictures of your parents • so cute • all touristy • and of course, family pictures and more christmas aesthetics • then suddenly • your parents spotted a tour ongoing • ‘eh let’s go join,’ • ‘mUM NO WE DIDn’T SIGN UP FOR IT’ • ‘aiya nevermind, they’ll never see one.’ • classic • so you slipped behind this group of people and their tour guide • the man was explaining something about the species of flowers • and how they were only found native in Alaska or something • but you know SG government invested big money to import and grow these JUST for christmas • wink wonk • they really endorse this garden city concept here • it actually is cute I like it • but there should be more garden, just saying • appreciate nature • anyway • ‘and this species only grows in the coldest of weathers...’ • out of the corner of your eye, you spy a handsome, professionally dressed and seemingly important man • walkie talkie, iphone in his suit pocket, observing the guide • there’s a silver name tag pinned onto his jacket • manager? • supervisor? • managing director? • CEO? • there’s also a tiny poinsettia under his name tag • huh adorable • he’s definitely passionate about his job because you’ve seen these suited dudes and most of them ripped off the pin the second their boss turned their back • he’s different • you notice sweat suddenly rolling down the guide’s face • so that handsome guy is probably his superior and making sure he’s doing a good job • maybe he holds a really high position • ‘hEY HENRY SOMEONE BROKE INTO THE CACTUS EXHIBIT YOU NEED TO COME WITH ME NOW’ someone yells from behind • most probably another staff • this is a MAJOR thing okay • henry, your tour guide, VISIBLY jumps in shock, trying to find a solution • he really doesn’t need a mix of angry Singaporeans and tourists • >:( • wAtch ouT fOR thE CoMplaIN qUEEns • probably me so I can’t say anything • hENRY DO SOMETHING • let him live he just works here • HENRY SAVE THE CACTUS • HENRY DON’T WASTE TAX PAYERS MONEY PLEASE WE SPENT MONEY OF CACTUSES • ‘i got this,’ • your eyes widen when that dapper man pats Henry on the shoulder and gestures for him to follow the other worker behind the group • oooh he’s kind-hearted as he as good-looking • he hastily thanks the man, bowing slightly before running off • ‘hello everyone, apologies for the swap. I am Yoon Jisung and I’ll be your tour guide for today.’ • omg he’s so cute • his lips curve into a smile, one that reaches his eyes, completely opposite of his suave, serious look • ‘now, about this plant....’ • you’re completely amused and into his thorough explanation • plus, he has great way of expressing and wording his sentences • not to mention his facial expressions • that guy who always keeps everyone’s fullest attention • only now, you’re keen to tag along behind the group • sweetie me too • if i ever had a hot guy helping me • well, a Yoon Jisung guiding me • your parents eagerly blend and meld into the existing group, no one bats and eye • Jisung blinks • Jisung just smiles • he closes one eye • continues on with his explanation and tour without saying anything • after about 30 minutes wandering around • 30 minutes in his presence • half an hour breathing the same air as you • indirectly talking to him for 30 minutes • highlight of today • s w o o n • the tour slowly draws to a close • you’re dreading its end • at the end of the last exhibit, Jisung claps once and announces that his mini tour has come to an end • ‘you’re free to wander around, I’ll be here if you have any questions.’ • he smiles as the crowd breaks into applause • oH mY GOODNESS HIS SMILE CAN SAVE THE WORLD • a FrIckINg BEAUTY • between Jisung and the flower bed you can’t tell which one is the flower • ‘hey y/n, we’re going to that exhibit for a bit.’ your parents say, wandering off and leaving to your own devices • ‘o-oh okay.’ • you pretend to admire a flower, really, you’re admiring Jisung • he smiles, nods and waves at visitors while observing the staff • so sweet • doesn’t hesitate to help a curious visitor with questions • or a lost child looking for their parents • lowkey, you’re following him • you know, just around that square of attractions • he’s the biggest one • he faces your direction and you quickly duck, pretending to admire an ignited Christmas snowflake light • thinking he has finally looked away and moved on, you pop you head up • only to • meet his gaze • BUSTED • red-handed • red faced now • WH00PS • whAT HAVE I DONE • oh no • heat flows to your face and you want to jump and hide in a bush • there’s an abundance of bushes too • hey this thorny one seems very appealing • hopefully then I’ll remove all trace of myself • let’s :) hope :)) he :))) doesn’t :)))) see :))))) me :)))))) • I did great • good job • well done • you tried • how to check out a guy and not be caught 101 • 1. Don’t look up • 2. Jump in a thorny bush • ‘hello,’ Jisung greets. ‘how can I help you?’ • uHM • bY NOT MAKING MY HEART FLUTTER • PLEASE GET AWAY FROM ME • W O W MY HEARTBEAT SEEMS TO HAVE SPED UP A LOT • I REALLY WONDER WHY • I must be romantically attracted to plants or something • nO IT’S JUST YOU • and he’s a foreigner • his name gives him away completely and he probably has his own native language • yet he’s so fluent in English • hard-working intellectual • home boy could like...get it • hELP ME • someone save you pls • smiling sheepishly, you try to seem nonchalant and all • ‘I was just wondering...where...uhhh...um.’ • there’s no excuse you can come up with so you stand in silence with a heated face • Jisung just chuckles • he’s so cute when he laughs and his eyes just become crescent moons like ASDFGHJKL • jisung on master key got me rethinking my bias list tbh • Guanlin gonna have to fight >:( • ‘I’m Jisung,’ he introduced properly, offering his hand to shake. ‘How can I assist you?’ • STOP MY HEART FROM FLUTTERING • PLEASE AND THANKS • ‘I’m y/n, and um...what’s the Cloud Forest like?’ you ask randomly, even though you’ve read about it • is that all you could ask? • lol rip • Jisung thinks about it for awhile before bringing his hands together • ‘how about I show you instead?’ • OMG • he wants to spend more time with you • winkie wonkie • ;) • hmmm • you text your parents • because like most Singaporean parents, they’ll probably launch a police report if you’re out of their sight for more than 30 minutes • lol unless they leave you first • you: hi mother I’m going to the Cloud Forest first • the mother: ah can • the mother: with who ah? • oh • uh • how to I explain to my mum that I’m going with this hot manager • who’s gonna guide me around • lowkey shady • but this is Singapore, very very safe one • aiyo but guys please still be careful and wary of people ah • police better be on speed dial • SG Secure is the way • you: with a friend • the mother: who? • you: I bumped into them here • slowly, you shuffle after Jisung • it’s okay, you’re an independent person it’s fine • everyone will see if Jisung tries to kidnap you anyway • or push you off the Cloud Forest bridge • uh • the mother: you’re going with that Jisung guy ah • the mother: don’t play play with your mother • the mother: he’s shuai [handsome] ok, I’ll be following behind • RUN • you beam at Jisung, looking up from your phone. ‘Let’s go!’ • ok guys this never actually happens so please don’t complain if you go GBTB and then there isn’t anyone like Jisung I’m sorry • Jisung takes you through the corridors, occasionally stopping to talk about the architecture • ‘where are you from?’ you blurt out, unable to keep the question in. ‘wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to’ • he shrugs, in fact, he starts smiling. ‘It’s fine. I’m Korean but I’ve lived here for a long time.’ • oPpA sArangHaEyO 😭😫 • ok but no lie, down here got a lot of koreaboos no offence but it’s quite true and it irks me a bit :((( • beaunite is the BIGGEST mess • I’m sorry • if you want to know, drop into our inbox • ‘ahhhh,’ you reply, nodding in understanding • growing up in a multi-racial society, you never had any qualms with having friends of other races • if you live in SG and you have problems with that, please :) move :)) • diversity • diversity is key • yes • Jisung is easy to talk to and you find yourself engaging in quick conversations with him • he’s easy-going • smiles a lot • does his best to talk to you • like • you know, making small comments, giving advice, talking about his own experience • ‘do you know Boost?’ [smoothie shop] • ‘sweetie, let me tell you, that day i Boost, I ordered a strawberry smoothie....’ • ‘LiSTEN, I’m telling you that the best chicken rice was the one Jinyoung da pao [takeaway] yesterday!’ • ‘whICH ONE?’ • ‘I don’t know, I fORGOT.’ • ‘HoW CAN YOU FORGET?’ • and you do the same • cute • this strayed so far from christmas I’m sorry • Cloud Forest is ten times more misting and mysterious than Flower Dome • much more • there’s a waterfall the first thing you enter • you gape at it in amazement • we don’t actually have natural waterfalls or rock formations here so things like these are pretty foreign and cool • the stone pathway around the display is all splashed with water • and you nearly slip • thankfully, Jisung reached out and grabbed your arm, guiding you to the least slippery part of the path • by the way, your arm is freezing because air con air con and more air con all day • it’s at least 10 degrees colder than the outside air • rip electricity bill :”) • he winces, wondering how you survived the cold all along • brace yourself for a cliché • CLICHÉ ALERT • Jisung takes off his jacket, and shyly hands it to you • ‘you’re absolutely freezing, take my jacket for now.’ • ‘oh no I can’t,’ you refuse • we have this very Singaporean thing where we refuse things we actually really want • and it kind of goes like a push-pull • until the person finally gives into the others pushing • ‘take it!’ • ‘I can’t, then you’ll be cold.’ • ‘it’s fine. wear it.’ • ‘....y-you sure?’ • ‘yes. wear it or you’ll become an icicle’ • see • ‘c’mon,’ Jisung says, taking your now covered arm. ‘Let’s go.’ • he seems to be saying that a lot • ADVENTURE TIME • adventure time with a cute guy • ;) • and your parents trailing behind • you could feel their eyes on you • watching your every move • l👀k out • this time, Jisung spends more time talking to you than actually explaining and introducing species of plants • unless it’s an absolute must to know what kind of fern that is • or which flower can be found where • but mostly its just • ‘hmm, I feel like the nasi goreng [fried rice] at Ang Mo Kio is the best..’ Jisung comments, falling into step with you • ‘huh? no lah, where got? The one in Serangoon Gardens is better lah.’ you shoot back, defending your favourite hawker • Jisung sighs and ‘tsks’. ‘No way, I’ll jio [treat you to a meal/outing] you one day and you’ll see.’ • did he just • ASK ME OUT? • WHAT • sure it isn’t ‘let’s apply for HDB’ [marriage proposal] • it’s so great that Jisung knows all the slang and is fluent in Singlish as well • husband • inbox if you want an explanation for all this slang :) it’s quite confusing sometimes • I kind of need Wanna One and Singlish because both are messes and it will be the best mess to ever exist • ‘moving on, this is an orchid that’s native to South Africa and....’ • no you suddenly can’t move on • MOVING ON GET A GRIP • even at lunch at a classy cafe, with Jisung gone, he can’t leave your mind • he said he would see you again after your lunch • somehow • somewhere • if it’s meant to be • ‘aiya, get your head out if the longkang! [drain] Singapore so small one confirm cannot lose people.’ • true • just take the next MRT back out • hi can someone please tell me if MRT stations decorate for Christmas? Thank you • ‘oi, y/n, kuai dian [quickly] makan. [eat] Later we late hor, I blame you.’ • ahhh parents :”) • but you know they’re just playing with you • after lunch, you spot Jisung at The Meadow - another part of GBTB - and wave • he comes running • ‘hi!’ • ‘woah, don’t you have paperwork or something more important to attend to?’ you ask, sort of hoping he doesn’t • you know just how DEMANDING jobs here are • cutthroat society • ‘nothing’s more important than you~’ he winks before bursting into giggles with you • HI NO ONE ACTUALLY SAYS THAT HERE • ‘uh... actually ah my job more important so let’s break up thanks.’ • SUCH ROMANCE • so then right • you two spend the next few hours exploring Gardens By The Bay • with and without your parents following you • Jisung does continue to talk about the gardens in between conversations • your surroundings are so bright and cheery • how were you in a bad mood? • there’s such a stark contrast from Starbucks, laptops and writing essays • cramming at work • cramming after work • the aroma of black coffee • or tea • working in general • so refreshing • so energising • so incredibly burning hot • btw, you returned Jisung’s jacket already which he had abandoned in his office • Jisung also doesn’t mind taking aesthetic pictures of you and the scenery • there’s also a couple of selfies of him on your phone • you find out he’s a bit gullible when you trick him into thinking that there was a dead pigeon on the park bench • he almost called animal patrol to remove it • it flew away unharmed • you can see why Jisung thrives in this environment • he’s so good-natured - pun intended - concerned, sweeter than a flower and more elegant than a swan • what a 12/10 day • then, nightfall comes • he escorts you to view the light display • Christmas Wonderland you think • but it’s already dreamland having Jisung as a new friend • from tour guide to friend • glo up • well done • took a huge WIN • never happens irl :( ^ • the light displays built finally illuminate • a smile ignites your face as you gaze at the structure, completely taken in • ‘impressive, isn’t it?’ Even though he views this every night, Jisung still takes a moment to admire the lights • your mother is secretly snapping pictures of you from behind y’all • ‘very,’ you breathe out, unable to comprehend Jisung’s [delete] it’s beauty • ‘this is crazy gorgeous.’ • the lights make you feel all warm and fuzzy, maybe as cool as royalty • there are sparkles and specks of glitter in your eyes, that’s how amazed you are • ‘thanks for spending the entire day with me, even though you didn’t have to,’ you tell Jisung sincerely. • ‘it was my pleasure. you’re good company.’ • did he go back to his professional, working self already? • your face falls slightly but you try not to let it show too much and nod • ‘I hope there will be more adventures like this,’ he adds. ‘Let’s keep in contact.’ • WHAT • OH GOODNESS WHAT’S HAPPENING • HUH • yOU HAVE ONE NEW CONTACT • you try to keep your cool even though internally, your heart has never thudded so quickly and you have never been this excited yet nervous • ‘so, where should we venture to next?’ • Jisung pretends to be deep in thought, pulling a face that shows he was pondering hard and making calculated decisions in his head • ‘how about National Gallery? or we can go see whose nasi goreng is better?’ • it sounds so appealing you can’t wait • the plans are already starting to form • you can’t bring home any flowers from here • but now, you’ve got one • nodding your head and offering up your pinky for Jisung to lock, you say, ‘Deal.’

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kunishirou · 6 years

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happy early xmas for me, since I really love WinterIron concept so much lately so why not?

Rating: General/Teen Characters: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Relationship(s): James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers Other Tags: Single parent!Bucky, kid!Steve, Family, pre-relationship, alternate universe - modern/no power, Christmas themed

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“Stevie, take it easy, pal. We still have some time before dinner time. You can choose whichever slowly,” Bucky huffed, shaking his head as he looked at his little spitfire fondly, who seemed so unsure which toy he wanted to get. It had been a long while since they managed to shop together like this, especially as it was getting closer to Christmas holiday. Last year was a lonely one for both of them, as Bucky couldn’t go home from his tour and Steve stuck with his Poppa and Nana. It broke his heart so much when he tried to video call his family, only to see Steve wailed really hard for his Dadda until the boy fell asleep, still crying. But now he came home for real and could spend all time he had with his beloved son. Taking the little guy to the toys store to pick up what Steve wanted for his Christmas gift seemed like a great idea a few hours ago.

And it didn’t even take more than 30 minutes until Bucky completely lost him.

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He knew he shouldn’t go to the store alone without any supervisions or guarding. Even Happy didn’t know that his employer just gone from the office, wearing the best civilian, cheap clothes he got and simply dashed into the said best toys shop in the city. Tony Stark probably could just get whatever he needed right now by ordering online. Heck, maybe even bought five the exact things. Maybe even the most expensive one in the world with just a single click from his tablet.

But no, Pepper would be so pissed if Tony tried to spoil her daughter, Gwen, by buying yet another expensive toy for the lovely baby girl’s Christmas present. But then again, Tony just wanted to be the coolest uncle ever (besides Rhodey, maybe, they could share the honorable title with him) for her. Also, again, Pepper would notice if Tony bought anything suspicious like the last time he bought the $300,000 Barbie doll for Gwen. Or that one time when he bought a dollhouse worth at least $250,000. Partially, it was his fault for just bought whatever caught his eyes in the first place.

It was just a present, Gwen shouldn’t care about how much they worth and simply played with the gifts!

Alas, the parents knew and Pepper banned him to buy anything online or way too expensive anymore. So here he was, at the suburban area that somehow had the best and apparently also the largest toy store in the whole city. Fair enough, since the said store was more like a renovated warehouse anyway. Thus, the adventure began from the time Tony entered the place, which rather packed with families right now because the Winter holiday was approaching fast.

Lucky for him, no one seemed to notice his face yet. So he could quietly slipped deeper into the store while looking around.

What he didn’t expect was that there was a little boy who was sleeping alone. On top of a big teddy bear’s belly. And no one else seemed to see it as a strange scene. Some questions had been inside Tony’s head already: who’s this boy? Why is he alone? How old is he, Jesus Christ, he’s so tiny and very skinny but adorable with those Captain America onesie getup hidden briefly under another layer of warm clothes awww - but where’s the parents? Tony didn’t hear any announcements or a voice of distress parents calling names for their child yet. But there was no way this boy was walking alone, right? Despite how much he didn’t want to get involved and only wanted to look for the presents, Tony could imagine how the parents would feel when they knew they just lost their kids inside the store. It wasn’t like the little boy was equipped with any kind of gadgets for the parents to call as well.

Groaning internally, Tony walked closer to the boy who started to stir awake. Let’s just hope he won’t cry or even wail enough for other people to accuse him as a kidnapper, geez.

“Heya, little dude. Sleep well? I assume you’re not walking around the shop alone, since you look really small and I don’t think any parents should allow you to do that yet.” Welp, that earned the man some sleepy glare, which should look a bit scary, but somehow made the boy looked even cuter. “Not that I think you’re small small, I mean uh - anyway, where’s you parents? Are you here with them, right? You got separated?”

And the little kid - Tony noticed how blue his eyes were - only stared at him, looking unconvinced. Slowly, the boy wiped his eyes with one hand before stepping down from the teddy bear. Blue eyes still looked up at Tony.

“...Dadda said not to talk to a stranger if I’m alone. And I don’t know you.” Oh good, the boy was speaking, yay. Tony was afraid what if the boy wasn’t old enough to even speak proper English yet, but it seemed he underestimated how fast children could grow nowadays. The man grinned, giving his best, mostly not - well, hopefully not that kind of awkward, smile and crouching down to the boy’s level.

“Your Dadda is a good man and you’re such a good kid for listening to him. So I suppose a proper introduction is in order, you know, so we can get to know to each other and we’re no longer strangers. Well, technically still strangers, but at least there’s a progress. So? I’m Tony, what’s your name, little guy?”

Another glare, before the boy said, “I’m not little, I’m 3,” well it’s still too little for Tony, but he won’t argue with that, “....’m Steve.”

Honestly, Tony’s heart melted a little when he saw how brave and yet still so shy this Steve boy acted towards the man. Now he really wanted to make sure the boy returned safely to his parents, almost instantly forgetting his own mission to the store. Well, it was a big store, he could still find something proper later on. Now, back to Steve.

“Oh, wow okay Steve, you’re a big boy then. My bad. Nice to meet you, glad we’re already on first name basis at our first meeting or we had to go through boring and awkward situation before getting where we are,” okay, no more rambling to the poor kid. Tony would just confuse him even more. “So, Steve, Stevie, can you tell me where the last time you see your Dadda? Or Momma? You go together with them, right?”

Tony swore the kid’s expression changed for a brief seconds there before he looked down at the floor, two small hands played with the hem of his sleeve. “Don’t have mommy. Only with Dadda,” Steve mumbled, which made a wonder, and another ton of questions but Tony kept them to himself.

“With your Dadda, then.” the man nodded, “What do you say if we go to the help center and wait for your Dadda there? I’m pretty sure it’ll be kinda pointless to search for him by ourselves in this big place, so we should go and make sure he can find you at one place. What do you say?”

“And how can I be sure that you won’t trick and kidnap me?” Wow, this kid was really perceptive and fully aware his situation could go wrong if he wasn’t careful to who he should trust. Tony absolutely underestimated this little guy so much. Quick, think of something.

“Because,” Tony shushed, looking around before beckoning the kid to come closer. He pulled his right sleeve a bit to reveal a rather gaudy toy watch with Iron Man design on it - courtesy of his lovely niece Gwen, and she insisted Tony to keep wearing it and somehow it became his habit now. Even if he had some proper watches collection. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m actually Iron Man, Cap. I know you’re actually Captain America, right? I can see through you with those kind of red-white-blue outfit you hid inside that jacket, you know.”

“You’re silly,” Steve giggled, and Tony grinned again.

“Oh, am I now? I’m hurt, Cap, I thought you’ll be less judgmental in person.” He faked a gasp, one hand clenching his chest before grinning again, “Us Avengers have to watch each other’s back, no? So why don’t you let me help you for this once? Pinky promise no funny business, I can swear it by my Arc Reactor. I’d say my heart, but I guess my Arc Reactor is one and another my second heart and even more important to keep me alive anyway, so there’s that.”

“You’re still silly, but alright, Mister Tony. My Dadda likes Iron Man too and I think I can trust you not going to do anything funny to me.”

“I probably already said this, but your Dadda is a good man with a good taste,” he laughed, “Now I can’t wait to see what your Dadda looks like, I have a hunch that me and your Dadda can get along just fine with our similarity, then.”

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Turned out Steve’s father had a pair blue eyes as well. Very blue eyes and Tony was entrapped. He probably lost a few first words here and there, okay, maybe a lot of words when they finally met at the customer help desk. The very first part that he was aware was those gorgeous blue eyes and deep, raspy voice probably roughed up because he shouted too much for his son, and -

“Mr. Tony?”

Oh, oh. Shit. How long he had been staring, again? “Yes? Yeah, uhm, I’m still listening. Got a bit distracted a bit just now. Too much noises around here, don’t you think - what was it that you said again?”

Tony thought the man would be offended at least, but he just gave Tony an understanding smile. “I can sympathize. Not quite a fan of crowded places with too much noises myself, but I’m trying. What I wanted to say was thank you for finding and bringing Steve here for me.” Bucky smiled at the little boy, who curled himself up on Bucky’s arms and wrapped his tiny arms around the man’s neck, looking ready to sleep again. “I was panicking and probably running around the store just to find him until I got back my common sense and went to the customer desk before I started crying myself.”

Oh, dear God, those laughter. Tony was pretty sure that it should be so illegal to laugh or even chuckle so beautifully like that. The father himself in overall had been already illegal. Not only just because of those blue eyes, but that strong jaw, those impressive cheekbones that probably could cut, rather long hair that look quite silky that he tied into a messy bun that suited the man so much, how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed -

Wait, why was the father still laughing at him?

“Believe me, my hair usually ain’t as silky as you think. Maybe because I took the wrong shampoo rather than my usual one for a whole month and didn’t realize it. Who knows a baby shampoo can do such a thing.”

Tony smacked his face as hard as he could. “Oh, my God. Did I say it out loud in front of you? I said it out loud in front of you and your kid. Oh God. I swear I’m not a creep, I just have a tendency to say whatever came out in my mind and it’s not helping since I have a very big mouth - no other intention intended. I’m so sorry about this. I hope you won’t sue me. Please don’t sue me. I still have to attend the Christmas party with all my friends - which probably can be counted with one hand - and spend more time with my lovely little niece. What would she think if she knew his cool uncle just got into prison because he just accidentally compliments his sudden crush - I’m going to shut up now before you really want to sue me.”

To his surprise, the father didn’t seem to annoyed to the very least. He just simply...blushed and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “Uhm, thank you? I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that if you want. And no, I won’t sue you. You just saved my Stevie from getting lost too far. Besides, he said you’re, like, Iron Man?” he teased, starting to sound more confident, “No way I’m going to sue Iron Man who just saved my son, he’s way too cool for being taken into prison for that. And I’m a big fan of Iron Man myself. Isn’t that right, Stevie?” The said boy looked up at both Tony and Bucky, smiled sleepily and continued burying his face to the man’s shoulder.

Tony blinked stupidly, “Really?” he cleaned his throat before smirking at the man, “Really, now. Glad to hear that then, Steve’s father.”

“Bucky.”

“Bless you.”

“No, not that,” the man - Bucky - snorted. “That’s my name. Well, James, actually. But no one calls me that unless you’re my Ma.”

“Bucky, eh? Nice to meet you. I like the sound of it, suits you. I was gonna ask where you got ��Bucky’ out of James, but I guess you got other people asking you that a lot and it seems like a question for a first date thing - I mean. Shi - shoot, sorry. No, not that I want to pressure you with such a thing. I just like talking whatever came out of my mind, again. This sounds awkward already, sorry about that.”

“No, that’s okay. Well, Mr. Iron Man,” Bucky bit his lower lip, considering, “I was hoping maybe you can join us for tonight’s dinner as a thank you, it’s the least I can do to repay you. Maybe by then we can get to know each other fairly well, don’t you think? Unless if you already had a plan.”

Again, Tony blinked, “Dinner? With you and Steve? You sure I won’t interrupting your family bonding time?”

“Absolutely sure. And I’m sure Steve will be so thrilled anyway. I can see he already likes you enough. He doesn’t trust people so easily like he does to you. Most of the time he will run away as fast as he can if he doesn’t feel safe around strangers, Stevie is intuitive like that.“

Tony was pretty sure his heart just swelled in pride. “S-Sure, yeah. I’d like that very much. So, like, numbers exchange? So you can send me your address and time? Promise I’ll be there on time.”

“Smooth, but alright,” Bucky chuckled, fishing out his phone to exchange his number with Tony.

“It’s a date, then,” Tony said casually when he pressed save button for Bucky’s number on his phone, but froze when he saw Bucky raised his eyebrow, realization of what he just said. “I mean, like, with family. So it’s a family date? Dinner? No? Alright, sorry, didn’t mean to say that.”

“Tony, calm down. You look like you’re about to burst into fire like that,” the brunet chuckled, shifting Steve on his arm. Cheeks flushed red a little. “It can be a family date if you want. We - well, I - I’d like to know more about you.”

“...really?”

Bucky nodded, and it was Tony’s turn to blush as he gave his charming smile.

“It’s a family date, then.”

#winteriron #drabble #hhhhHHHHHH self indulge fic once again because I need that once in a while #unbeta-d so all mistakes are mine

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 6 years

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New York - Wave Pt. 7

*Peter Parker x Reader

*Summary: Reader goes to New York City with Peter to start over.

*Warnings: Swearing probably

*A/N: Oh hey look at who finally decided to update this. And tbh this is the most active I’ve been since the 12 Days of Loki.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine

While waiting for takeoff, you took the time to say your goodbyes to your friends and what family you had in the city. You’d even said goodbye to the few officers you’d become relatively close with. Jameson, the officer there when you were arrested, was glad to find out you were alive, giving you his number and telling you to call if you needed any help at all. By the time you were headed to meet with Peter, it was nearing sunset. You were glad for that: you’d become just another nameless face on the dark streets.

The quinjet Tony had sent Peter in was at a somewhat abandoned airfield a little ways from the business district. You saw Peter waiting for you, his bag slung over his shoulder as his eyes scanned the field. When he finally saw you, he broke into a wide grin, waving you over. “(y/n)!” He called out, his enthusiasm palpable.

“Pete, my dude!” You laughed as you walked up to him. “What, Happy didn’t get sent with you?”

“Not this time, Mr. Stark sent me with an automated quinjet,” Peter replied.

“Sick,” you told him. “Looks like Tony’s finally seeing you as a big kid.”

“Shut up,” Peter laughed. You just smiled, and the two of you walked towards the quinjet. Soon enough the quinjet had entered the airspace and you were on your way to New York. You and Peter had settled into a comfortable silence, but with how Peter was, you knew it wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, almost twenty minutes after the quinjet had leveled out, Peter started talking. “So what happened to you? You’ve been missing forever, I thought you stopped being Wave.”

“Well, technically I kinda did,” you said. “I was unregistered, became a fugitive, got caught, and then escaped. Have you heard any news about anyone else?”

“Hold up, you’re a fugitive?” Peter asked, his voice going up an octave.

“Yeah, I thought that was kinda obvious with that whole new bill,” you told him. “I refused to register my identity and hero identity, so they went against everything to find out who I was anyways. Pieces of shit didn’t even wait until after I helped bring down a weapons deal, they took me when I was unconscious from some injury.”

“What happened to you?” Peter asked again, the severity of the situation actually hitting him.

“They took me to some hospital in the middle of the desert, where they were keeping all sorts of powered heroes, like you and me. They were drugging us so we wouldn’t be able to use our powers, but I know how to take out IVs so I was never drugged for long. I caused a ton of trouble in the hospital, and they moved me out to house arrest,” you explained. It was definitely different telling someone who could go through the same thing. “I escaped, got lost, ended up in Mexico, and now I’m back.”

“Holy crap,” Peter breathed. “So why are you headed out to New York?”

“I figured that maybe Natasha, Clint, and Kate could help me out,” you told him with a shrug. “Now it’s my turn for some questions. Have you heard anything about the others?”

“Natasha and Clint pretty much disappeared, but they’re trained to do that so I wouldn’t worry,” Peter told you. “Steve and Sam went missing, and now Bucky’s on the run again. Oh, Scott also went into hiding. Mr. Stark and the others are registered.”

“It sounds like Civil War all over again. So, how about you?” You asked.

“I’m not registered. Mr. Stark got me out of it cuz I’m still a minor,” Peter told you.

“That’s bullshit, they were still trying to force me to register,” you said. “It’s all because I’m with Steve and them, and we opposed the Hero Registry the first time around. They even managed to get Steve, I found him when I was in the hospital. He was supposed to escape after I got transferred.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting, you know Steve’s all about that perfect timing,” Peter tried to comfort you. He had moved to the seat right beside you, and from his body language he was conflicted about what to do. You saw him briefly consider going for a hug, so you decided to make the decision for him and hugged him. As soon as you pulled away, you saw his face flushed a bright red. “W-what was that for?”

“What? I can’t hug a friend?” You asked. When Peter didn’t respond, you decided to give him an actual answer. “Just thanks for letting me tag along to New York. I know I didn’t tell you that I was a fugitive until after we took off, but still, thanks for being on my side.”

“Of course,” Peter said. “We gotta stick together, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. “Oh, hey! You remember Nova?”

“Yeah, I trained with him a while ago. Oh crap, did he?” Peter trailed off. You nodded again, knowing what he was trying to say.

“He was cool, we were transferred to house arrest together and he helped me escape. He’s honestly probably the only thing that kept me sane while we were there,” you told him. “I’m gonna expose the government for what it is and help get him back to New York.”

“No matter how much he got on my nerves, he was still a good guy,” Peter said, voice nearly a whisper. You could tell that this entire thing was finally hitting him: the government was getting rid of the heroes that didn’t register, and some of those heroes were the ones that he knew the best. “So that’s what you’re gonna be doing in New York?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna lay low for a while and then expose the government through the news networks and maybe some of those comedy news shows too,” you told him. You didn’t hesitate at all, knowing Peter wouldn’t go and tell on you. At this point, he was basically your accomplice. “I dunno, I might do some hero stuff while I’m out there. I heard Daredevil and them are still running around, they seem like they’d be cool to work with.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re gonna be doing something more,” Peter told you. “The thing is, the quinjet goes back to the Avengers Compound in upstate New York, not the City. How are we gonna get you back without anyone knowing?”

“The official Avengers disguise,” you told him, opening your backpack and pulling out exactly what you needed. “A baseball cap, hoodie, and sunglasses.” With that, you pulled on the cap and sunglasses, shooting Peter a silly look from underneath them, making Peter laugh.

“Do we all really use that same disguise?” Peter asked, still laughing.

“Uh, yeah. It’s kinda ridiculous how well it works, though,” you replied, smiling. “How do you think I made it from San Diego to LA without getting caught?”

“Really? How far is that?” Peter asked.

“Right, you’re used to New York type of travel. Let’s just say it’s pretty far,” you told him as you pulled off your ‘disguise’. You could tell Peter wanted to know more of your story just by the way he had started fidgeting. Apparently he hadn’t changed much since he first joined, Steve told you that he’d always been very excitable and kind of dorky. “Alright, you want all the details?” Peter nodded, so you started from the beginning.

It only took a few hours to get to New York, definitely quicker than it would’ve taken you any other way. You and Peter didn’t start to panic until the quinjet landed, realizing that people would probably be waiting for Peter. You hid in one of the storage compartments, your phone on silent. Peter promised to text you once everyone was away from the quinjet so you could make your escape, and luckily it didn’t take long for that text to arrive. You snuck out of the quinjet, finding yourself in a hangar.

From there, you were able to sneak into the actual building. You’d never been to the Compound - only the Tower when that was still a thing - so it was a bit of a maze. You found your way into what looked like a communications room. After logging into one of the computers, you started trying to find the quickest way to the City. Walking was definitely out, it didn’t seem like there were any busses nearby that went that far, and finally you decided that you weren’t beyond stealing a car to head out. That was, until Peter texted you that they were sending him back to New York in a self-driving car. “Wow, that’s ridiculously convenient,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly. You pulled up a map of the place, quickly finding the place Peter told you to meet him at.

“(Y/n)!” Peter called out as soon as he saw you. You laughed as you saw his eyes widen comically when he realized what he just did, waving him off to let him know it was fine. As soon as you were in normal talking distance, you spoke.

“You know, they sure do trust you a lot more now,” you told him with a cheeky smile. “Alright, so we know Avengers cars are tracked, but are they bugged?”

“Nope, sometimes people talk about confidential stuff,” Peter assured you. “You’re good to ride in it. If anyone finds out, you’ll be hidden away in New York by the time they realize you were even here.”

“Who knew Mr. Goody-goody would be such a willing accomplice?” You teased, going to open the car door. Peter followed soon after, and the car ride back to New York City was relatively quick compared to the cross-country flight. Peter helped you to get relatively acquainted with New York, understanding the public transport system, the differences between the boroughs, things of that nature. While you were from a big city, New York and LA were each a universe of their own, and you knew that you needed to learn at least some things about New York if you were going to effectively hide. You already had a plan to play the new-girl card, but you needed to seem like you hadn’t just literally gotten to the city.

Soon enough, you arrived in Queens. After checking in with Aunt May, Peter showed you how to actually use the NYC public transport system to get to Manhattan. “Do you actually have a plan?” Peter asked as the two of you got off of the train.

“Kind of?” You responded. “I just gotta get a burner really quick and then I’m like at least 12% sure I’ll be able to find who I need to.”

“Well, there’s a Walgreens if you wanna go in and buy one,” Peter offered, pointing at the store up ahead. “And that doesn’t exactly sound like a plan.”

“Trust me, 12% is better than no plan at all,” you told him, already starting to walk off. You turned over your shoulder, calling back to Peter. “I’ll call you once I figure things out. Thanks Peter.”

“You know where to find me,” Peter replied before turning and walking away. You assumed he would head back to the station and get back to Queens, so you quickly went back on your path to the Walgreens, doing a quick mental check to see if you actually had enough cash available for a burner phone. Despite the unfamiliar city, you were finally beginning to feel some semblance of control once again.

Tag List: @potterjamesharry, @sharenaloveyoux

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel imagine #wave series #Mexican Reader

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amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes · 7 years

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Red

Author’s Note: This is my first submission for #Ash’s Round 3 Negan Challenge. The prompt is Red Riding Hood and is sorta of continuation of my first story, Sing to Me, although my OC doesn’t sing in this one. I picked the short title as it has multi-meaning: it relates to the prompt and it’s kinda what my OC feels at the end.

Word Count: 3,102

Pairing: Negan x OC of Color (African American)

Warnings: Some language. Goofiness, some smooching, nothing heavy.

Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @genevievedarcygranger, @negans-network

Trisha sat in Arat’s room and drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. Arat busied herself around a box sitting on the table that had been brought to her from the storage room by Simon. Her newest conquest was a teacher at the Sanctuary and the box was supposed to be full of things that can be used for the children. Arat had asked Trisha to help her go through the box but Trisha wasn’t stupid; she knew exactly what Arat wanted. “She wants intel.” Trisha thought before Arat could finish asking her to join her. It had been a week since Negan had asked Trisha to marry him and while she went back to work as a Savior like nothing had happened, Trisha didn’t tell her commanding officer or comrades what had been said. They all eyed her suspiciously when she returned and the questions were written all over their faces. Maybe they hoped she would voluntarily tell them what had happened but they were sorely mistaken. “They must have asked Arat to ask me.” Trisha assumed with a shake of her head.

“So, what did you guys talk about?” Arat asked, wasting no time to breach the subject. Trisha ignored the question and instead took the time to look inside the box. It was nearly full to the top with books, toys and God knows what else. Arat was about to repeat herself when a knock interrupted her. Thrown off guard, Arat opened the door with a scowl. Toni, a fellow member of their unit, decided she wanted to know what was in the box when she saw Simon hauling to Arat’s room. “Great they’re gonna double team me.” Trisha thought and was about to make her escape when she realized that Arat had dropped the subject as soon as Toni was in the room. Arat mumbled to herself as she and Toni began to look through the box and Trisha took a seat, grateful for the interruption.

“Oh wow, this shit is even better than I remembered!” Arat exclaimed as she dug through the box. Trisha was thankful that the attention wasn’t on her anymore and watched the women unload the box. A stack of children’s books were now leaning against the side of the box, dusty but still in good condition. The bottom of the box had been layered with clothes and items relating to the corresponding books in the box. There was a little stuffed lamb that looked like it was once white but now faded to a dull gray color possibly from dust. A large red and gray hat that had been turned into itself for perseverance. A pair of green overalls with a button missing. A gold and green plastic crown that remarkably was undamaged. The list grew.

“This shit is too cute!” Toni searched through the box with Arat with glee, trying on as many props as she could. Arat placed the large hat on her head and laughed loudly. Trisha sat back in her chair and observed the women. Toni had her long, black hair tied back with a blue ribbon yet it didn’t stop the locks from falling over her tanned shoulders. Her dark blue shirt and jeans fit her nicely, complimenting her thin frame. Arat donned a black shirt and matching black capri pants that fit loosely on her yet amplified her figure. Short strands of her black and blonde hair fell over her face and gave her a youthful appearance. Trisha smiled as the women looked like giant children going through the box. Taking her hair down from the ponytail she normally kept it in, Trisha ran her fingers through her semi-curled hair and let her hair fall onto her shoulders. She wore the same black ensemble as Arat but being curvier than her commanding officer, it showcased her figure a bit too well. If it had been more people in the room, Trisha would had been more reserved but since it was only these two, Trisha didn’t see the harm in staying dressed in what she had on.

“Shut the fuck up!” Toni squealed and both Arat and Trisha looked at the woman curiously. From the bottom of the box, Toni pulled out a long red robe and held it up proudly. The robe was in good condition like most things in the box and managed to maintain its brilliant color. The robe was hooded, the hood looking large and spacious. From where she was sitting, Trisha could see that it was also sleeveless, the holes wide and gaping. It was beautiful to say the least. Arat whistled in appreciation and ran her hand over the material. Trisha stood and admired the robe herself and she wondered when the last time she saw something so fashionable. She reached out to touch it also and reveled in its softness. Toni pulled it away from the women’s hands and threw it across her shoulders. The robe swallowed her short frame and made her look like she was wearing a moo-moo. Arat frowned and shook her head ‘no’ and Trisha mimicked her movement. Huffing disappointingly, Toni shrugged the robe off and threw it on the table before resuming rummaging through the box. Trisha eyed the discarded robe and carefully picked it up. Thinking it would be heavy, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t the case at all and the robe itself felt light. Draping it around her shoulders, Trisha snuggled into the collar of the robe before placing her arms through the sleeve openings. Looking down at herself, Trisha couldn’t really see how she looked but knew the robe fit her well. Reaching behind her head, Trisha flopped the hood over her head and was right in assuming that the hood part was large. It came down to the tip of nose, the fabric tickling her. Pushing it up to her forehead, Trisha adjusted the hood on the top of her head so that it wouldn’t fall down her face again. The red of the robe accentuated the warm orange-red undertone of her dark brown skin and made her appear saintly.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Arat whispered in awe, turning to see Trisha in the robe. Toni had just put on the crown and turned to give Arat an inquiring look before turning to look at Trisha. Toni let out a small sound of surprise before crossing her arms and nodding. Both women were staring at Trisha in awe and not liking being the center of attention, she lowered her eyes bashfully. Toni stepped forward and moved around the woman to examine her. Standing behind her, Toni hummed in approval.

“It looks amazing on you Trish! But.” she moved closer “It does nothing to hide this ass!” she laughed as she smacked Trisha on the backside causing the woman to yelp in surprise and Arat to laugh aloud. Trisha rubbed her backside and flipped Toni off which only made her laugh harder. Trisha joined them in their laughter, placing her hands on her hips. The women were so distracted in their laughing that they didn’t notice Dwight entering the room. Toni was the first to notice him and greeted him with open arms. Dwight stared at her strangely, his eyes flickering to the shining gold crown on her head before turning to Trisha still in the robe.

“I’ve been knocking on your door for damn near five minutes, Arat. You girls playing dress up or something?” he asked tilting his chin at Arat, looking at the hat.

“Maybe. Wanna play with us?” Toni moved to pet the man on the head before placing the little lamb on top of his head. Dwight scoffed and side-eyed her, the lamb on his head looking absolutely ridiculous. Arat burst into a fit of giggles and quickly covered her mouth. Dwight exhaled sharply and rolled his eyes. If he didn’t like the toy on his head, he didn’t act like it as he allowed it remain. He crossed his arms gingerly as if trying to limit his movements so that the toy wouldn’t fall. Trisha smiled as she watched him, the lamb making him look childlike.

“I actually came in here for a reason but dammit, I can’t remember.” Dwight spoke aloud but to no one in particular. He closed his eyes in concentration but opened them after a few seconds and shrugged. “Nope, can’t remember.” he admitted. Toni shook her head at the man, playfully admonishing him.

“Well my little lamb, let’s try to retrace your steps. Where was the last place you saw Mary?” Toni asked as seriously as she could. Arat and Trisha exchanged glances before breaking into a new round of laughter. Dwight looked at Toni with exasperation and pursed his lips. Before Toni could comment any more, a loud bang at the door caused everyone to immediately quite.

“I send you to find Arat and you’re in here-” Negan boomed having slammed his fist against the metal door. His eyes were wide with anger but once he saw the top of Dwight’s head, he frowned in confusion. “What the fuck is that on your head?” Negan questioned before looking around the room. His gaze swept quickly over the room; the stack of books, the box with items poking out of it, the crown on Toni’s head, the hat on Arat and lastly Trisha in the robe. His gaze lingered on Trisha, drinking in the sight. Trisha had the mind to pull the hood back down over her face but elected to avert her gaze toward the box. The women fidgeted nervously as they waited for one of them to be brave enough to answer Negan. Sighing, Trisha decided that it should be her since he was still looking at her.

“We were trying on costumes for the books we’re going to read to the children.” Trisha lied, glancing over at Arat. If Negan knew that they were trying on stuff just for the hell of it and Arat just wanted to impress the teacher, he’d blow a gasket. Arat nodded before turning to Toni who just stood still in silent fear. Negan ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he regarded Trisha’s words. Seeming to be satisfied, Negan turned to Arat.

“Fucking should have known. The teacher chick is looking for you. I sent D to find you but I guess he fucking-“ he motioned to the lamb still perched on his head. “Got caught up in what-the-fuck-ever you girls are doing.” Negan finished. He turned his attention to the stack of books and began calling out their names. After about four books, he studied the fifth and laughed. Turning to Arat, he held the book up so she could see its title. “Cat in the Hat. Must be you.” Arat nodded again and Trisha swore she’d give herself whiplash. Negan turned to Trisha now and let his eyes scan down her body. Clicking his teeth in appreciation, he reached into the stack and held a book up to her.

“Little Red Riding Hood, huh?” he questioned before a smirk formed on his face. Trisha nodded, though not as hard as Arat, and added.

“I’m off to grandma’s house. Need to watch out for the big, bad wolf.” Trisha shrugged nonchalantly. Negan scoffed as he continued to smirk at her.

“Well today’s your lucky day, Red. I’m off to see grandma my-fucking-self. Care to join me?” He asked as his eyes shone with intent. Trisha figured this was coming since they hadn’t had the chance to talk all week, let alone see each other. This wasn’t necessarily the way she wanted them to meet back up but she rolled with it. Stepping forward past a still frozen Toni, Trisha held her hand out to him. “Only if you promise to take me straight to grandma. These woods are very dangerous.” Negan snorted as he took her hand and pulled her behind him. Stopping at the door, he turned to Dwight and looked at the lamb. “Take Arat to the teacher, lamb chop.”

Laughter rose from the room as Negan escorted Trisha into the hallway. Trisha assumed that from the direction that they were heading in, they were going to his room. Trisha lowered the hood on the robe to avoid the gazes of the workers and allowed the hood to graze the tip of her nose. She welcomed the coverage the hood gave her because it hid her from the world. Her mind raced as she realized that she really hadn’t given the Negan’s proposal much thought if any. She pondered on the thought back and forth before the sound of Negan talking to her interrupting her thoughts.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t like me very well, Trisha.” Negan grumbled as he stopped in front of a door and released her hand. Trisha looked up at him confused as she really wasn’t paying attention. She scanned her surroundings, a developed habit, and realized that they weren’t near Negan’s bedroom. The door was a different color, a faded tan, and it took her a second to realize it was his office. Trisha looked back at Negan suspiciously before pulling the hood back on her head so she could look up at him.

“What? Why would you think that?” she asked tilting her head, the hood falling back to her nose. Scoffing, Negan opened the door and stood aside to allow Trisha to enter first. Walking into the room, Trisha lifted the hood off completely as Negan moved to sit on the desk. The room was simple, a large metal desk with one chair on each side, it wasn’t the setup that she was expecting. Negan studied her face as a frown formed as she studied the room.

“Why would you think that I don't like you?” she repeated her question but received no response. Turning to face him now, she placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to stare at him. Still he gave no reply as he watched her, his hazel eyes boring into her. The silence grew between them and Trisha shifted from one foot to the other. Exhaling, she moved closer to him and stared with faux fascination into his eyes.

“My, what large eyes you have.” she whispered, moving even closer to him. Negan frowned and withdrew into himself as Trisha placed her hands on either side of his face.

“Trish, what the fuck-"

“And my,” she continued cutting him off while now standing between his legs. “What a large nose you have.” she finished as she pinched his nose. Negan recoiled from her touch and pushed himself off the desk. He moved to distance himself from Trisha but she was right on him.

“And my, what large,”

“Dammit Trisha you're creeping me the fuck out! Stop it!” Negan yelled a bit too loud and grabbed Trisha by her shoulders. A smile formed on Trisha’s lips and she looked up at Negan who was uncharacteristically flustered. Deciding not to push him any further, she spoke calm and even.

“See? I can ask weird too. Now, answer my question. Why wouldn't I like you?”

“Because I still don't have an answer from you.” Negan answered, his grip on Trisha shoulders loosening and he began to knead her arms in a silent apology. Trisha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“So because I don't fall at your feet like a damsel in distress, you think I don’t like you?” Trisha scoffed. “This dame can save herself. Hell, I could probably save your ass too.” Trisha boldly asserted with a flick of her hair. Negan stared at her in disbelief before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I fucking should bend you over this desk for that.” he threatened and narrowed his eyes. Trisha’s courage faltered for second before she regained her composure.

“Maybe you should.” she replied with a shrug of her shoulder. Negan’s eyebrows shot up and he made a sound of disbelief.

“You’ve gotten bold all of a sudden, Red and I must say,” he said closing the distance between them by snaking an arm around her waist. “I fucking like.” Trisha opened her mouth to respond but only a small squeak would form. Negan chuckled to himself before wrapping his other arm around her and leaning down to press his lips to hers. Trisha froze in place, unable to mentally process what was happening fast enough. Part of her wanted to push him away but another part wanted this physical touch. Leaning into the kiss, Trisha wrapped her arms around his neck. Negan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and allow his hands to roam before they were interrupted by a loud knock. Startled, Trisha broke the kiss and tried to jump away from his grasp but Negan had her latched to him. Both turned towards the door to see who was responsible for disturbing them and they were met with a woman in a black dress with vivid red hair that she had draped over one shoulder. She was tapping one high heeled foot and looked at the pair with disgust. Negan groaned and Trisha recognized her as one of the wives but didn’t bother to remember her name.

“What is it Frankie?” Negan asked with a sigh. Trisha suddenly felt oddly irritated as the woman eyed her up and down before walking into office.

“Now I see why you haven’t been our quarters today. You found a new one.” Frankie finished the last sentence while turning her nose up at Trisha. Trisha sucked her teeth and went to step forward when Negan tightened his grip on her. Shaking her head, Trisha had a devilish, impulsive thought. Scoffing, she turned to face Negan and placed one hand on the back of his neck to pull him down to her and kissed him. Negan smirked into the kiss as Frankie rolled her eyes and began tapping her foot again. Breaking the kiss, Trisha started to the door with Negan looking after her with an amused look on his face. When she reached the door, Trisha turned to face Negan who was now being closed in on by Frankie.

“Oh Negan,” Trisha called out to him. “My answer is yes. I’ll marry you. See you later, new husband. I can make it to grandma’s from here.” She finished, flipping the hood over her head and leaving Negan with a wolfish grin and Frankie looking disappointed that now she had yet another wife to compete with.

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