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maelovestowrite · 4 months

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Would it be okay to see a story about Luna Lovegood having a Pinocchio spell cast on her? Even though it was meant to ridicule her, Luna finds it more useful than problematic. She actually lies on purpose so small animals could perch on her nose

Pinocchio's Gift

Notes: Sorry this took forever. I kept getting side tracked! Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting! Feel free to request more! <3 It’s been forever since I’ve written for HP. I think it’ll be fun though! I'm so sorry if Luna or other characters are OOC and if certain aspects aren't exactly accurate. And my editing skills aren't the best but I do hope you still enjoy!

Requested?: Yes

Wordcount: 1k

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None, but Luna isn't treated the best.

Characters: Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaws classmates, Albus Dumbledore, and Madame Promfrey (mentioned)

Luna’s POV

I hummed to myself as I was admiring the flowers and scenery. The Hogwarts gardens were magical. I laughed to myself as I said this of course they were magical. It's Hogwarts after all. I strolled around and gazed at each and everyone of the flowers. But particularly the hydrangea and the African Violet, they were the most intriguing of the bunch. But I’m biased. Those are my favorite flowers after all. But it isn’t because of their looks. It’s what’s on the inside I admire. I admire the meaning.

The hydrangea flower represents gratitude, honesty, and deep understandment. And the African Violet represents spiritual wisdom, faithfulness, and humidity. I love the meanings or what the representations of them are because it reminds me of myself and my mother. She died when I was very young but I can remember some details and from what my father has told me as well. I remember her kind smile, her jokes, and her creations. She was wonderful, I miss her but she’ll always be with me.

I sighed as I walked away from the hydrangea and african violet turning towards the blue roses. I decided to bend down and admire them closer but just as I did so I swore I heard some footsteps. I turned quickly around but no one was in sight. Was I imagining things? I grabbed a hold of my wand from my pocket and pointed it forwards.

I positioned myself upwards and I stepped forward, I looked around the garden, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at least I thought so. Everything seemed so… normal. I turned back around heading back to the flowers until I heard a voice of one of my house mates. I whipped my head around to face the trio of them, they were hiding behind a bush. Before I had time to process what was happening I realized her wand was pointed at me and she casted a spell on me.

“Pino!” One of them yelled.

I heard another say “RUN! Come on run!!” They ushered away, leaving me. Everything felt strange, not right. I fell to the ground in shock, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening. And that was when everything went black.

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I felt myself stir awake. When I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I tried to sit up and my surroundings started to get clearer. I realized I was in the hospital wing. What happened?

“Please lay back down Ms.Lovegood.” Madame Pomfrey ushered me.

I situated my elbows downwards where I could somewhat sit up. “What happened?” I asked, looking up at her.

“You were cursed.” A new voice answered. I turned my head to see Headmaster Dumbledore. He was off to the side but he swiftly moved to my bedside. I felt a bit nervous, a curse like one of the unforgivables? That doesn’t seem right. I think it’s something different. I waited patiently. I stayed quiet, giving him some time to explain what happened to me.

After a minute he explained, “There is a curse called Pinocchio. It’s not one of the unforgivables…it’s something different. Ms. Lovegood, have you heard of the muggle movie or story of Pinocchio?” He asked. I nodded. Where is he going with this? What kind of curse did they cast on me?

He continued to say, “I am sincerely sorry to inform you that is what is happening to you. You have some of the same…characteristics of Pinocchio.” That’s what I felt different from before. I could turn into wood!

“Sadly, instead of a fairy trying to help you one of your fellow housemates did this to you and if you continue to lie your nose and along with yourself will turn to complete wood.”

I was in shock. This is a surprising revelation.

“But there is a cure and the students who did this will be punished.”

Why? What if this is a good thing? I thought.

“No.” I finally said aloud.

“What?” They both asked.

“I don’t want to get rid of this, I want to prove them wrong.” I felt determined.

“Ms.Lovegood this is not the way.”

“Please headmaster, I need to do this.” He looked at me pensively for a minute. “Alright Ms.Lovegood you may precede but if anything happens we must give you the cure.”

“Of course sir,” I smiled. It wasn’t necessarily that I just wanted to prove them wrong. I also thought this was a gift, a blessing if you will. Not a cure, not some evil curse. This could be a good thing. Dumbledore turned and walked away and headed to the door. I saw him open the door, our eyes met. I saw a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled warmly at me and opened the door to leave.

I turned over and plopped my feet to the stone flooring. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Back to my common room of course?”

“B-but you just got hurt.”

“I don’t see the problem with it, I’m perfectly healthy. I might have a wooden nose but other than that I’m fine.” I smiled warmly at Madame Pomfrey. She sighed and resigned “Off you go…” She paused, pointing a finger at me “But if you hurt in any way you make sure you come back, understood?”

“Of course.” I stepped away from her and skipped to the door. I opened it and gently closed it. I decided it was time to pay the gardens another visit.

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I breathed in the fresh air, it felt good to be outside again. Some may say that I should rest or that I should take a break after all that occured here but I think otherwise. I looked over at the flowers. They were beautiful. I placed my hand over the flowers lightly caressing them as I skipped along. The air tickled as I continued to skip. I let out a laugh, this was truly my happy place.

But then I heard a different laugh. I turn around and meet the gaze of one of my housemates. It was actually a trio. The leader said, “I heard from Dumbledore that you decided not to let him fix you! You sure need it!” She laughs and her ‘friends’ join in. I felt a tug at my heart. But then I thought, ‘I’m not gonna let them ruin this for me. I made my decision and I don’t regret it.’

“You're a monster!” She says. Honestly this is just childish. Can she not come up with anything better than that?

“I am no monster, you represent all that is bad while I see the beauty in everything. You think that everything is awful. All you see is the bad, I see the good. And you are utterly wrong. Feel free to continue this little…debate but I’m not gonna let you tear me down.” I say as I move past them. I look back for a split second and see she looks dumbfounded. For someone who’s a Ravenclaw she doesn’t do her house well.

I walk towards a tree and head to sit down. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths in and out. But then I hear a bird chirp. I smile as I open my eyes. It landed on my nose! But it isn’t long enough. I hate to lie but this is an emergency! I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “I hate trees.” My nose grows just long enough for the bird to perch on it. The bird is a small Bluebird. It looks so soft. I carefully place my hand under its beak. The bird chirps happily and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Huh, perhaps this wasn’t a curse, I was right this was a gift. Even if it had evil intentions or cruel intentions whatever you would like to call it. It ended up being the greatest gift I could ask for even if some would say…what do the muggles call it? Problematic? Even if it’s problematic I’d say this worked out wonderfully. I know they wanted to ridicule me, but it didn't work.I guess you could say I got my happily ever after just like in the fairy tales.

The End

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #luna lovegood #luna lovegood fanfiction #requested #request #requests are open #angst with a happy ending #light angst #fluff #one shot #anon #anonymous #my fanfic #my fanfiction

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whatwouldvalerydo · 1 year

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Things I don't talk about enough - Late night edition

Now that both Late Night Enchantments and Late Night Curses are over I have some thoughts:

I miss the golden trio in LNE - as much as I struggled with writing arc 3, Charlie, Talia and Felix were so much fun

While I did downgrade the number of chapters for LNC, I miss not having more Akira, Jin and Talia scenes and also going through with more lore until reaching the end

LNE had many enemies and antiheroes

LNC had an antihero from the beginning (Akira) and most enemies were not even directly faced, only spoken of

Talia went for Talbott and ended up with him because he was her first love and while she did love him, she wasn't mature enough to move on and go with someone else

Her and Felix were a much better match and the what if idea still doesn't let me rest

All her life she wanted someone to fight for her and never leave when things get tough but in the end everyone left at one point or another

LNC was harder to write than LNE despite it being 59 chapters shorter

She never tested her ritual on a life human because she thought she would lose the last shred of humanity she had left and would end up like her father. If her family was alive and supporting her, she would have

Felix never stopped carrying about Talia even after getting married and having a family of his own however he did introduce his then girlfriend to Talia so she could scope her out

Talia is not yet done with me

I should have finished LNE before beginning to publish LNC

#talia crane #late night enchantments #late night curses

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innovacancy · 2 years

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Failure The Sinclair, Cambridge, MA 25 June 2022 Click below to read all about the show!

It’s Failure and a movie in Boston and across America as the legendary space-rock artists cross the continent in support of their latest record, Wild Type Droid. With the 25-year anniversary of the seminal Fantastic Planet having arrived during the pandemic, it’s their first excursion in wake of the milestone, and the occasion has spawned a documentary film, due in 2023, that focuses on the band’s living legacy. A truncated, 30-minute edit of the doc plays before Failure takes the stage on each night of this tour, and the pared-down version focuses on interviews with actors, comedians, and of course other musicians who found themselves drawn to the band’s singular sound. There’s some unsurprising faces in the doc, including Tommy Lee and Maynard James Keenan, but also a few more left-field appearances such as Jason Schwartzman and Hayley Williams of Paramore, the latter of whom describes receiving a burnt copy of Fantastic Planet from a future bandmate when they were high school students. The film also highlights how, through sheer individuality, the band beat the curse of the comeback record when they reemerged after a fifteen-year hiatus with The Heart Is a Monster, picking up where they left off as if the better part of two decades hadn’t passed in the interim.

After that brief taste of the film, there’s time for one more interlude before the band arrives, and, perhaps surprisingly, it’s a projection of the Ren and Stimpy episode, ‘Space Madness’. The band have always had a sense of humor about their perennial fascination with the cosmic; even on Fantastic Planet they were already titling tracks like ‘Another Space Song’ in self-aware acknowledgment of their obsession. But while the film regaled us with stories of the past, the baker’s dozen songs in the band’s main set centered primarily on Wild Type Droid, including an unlikely seamless segue from Ren and Stimpy into ‘Submarines’. Like nearly all of the band’s discography, you won’t find WTD on Spotify – the band was one of many high-profile expats from the platform in the wake of controversy surrounding the company’s inaction on vaccine misinformation, taking a principled position on an issue that directly affects musicians’ ability to keep touring safely.

While once a four-piece including A Perfect Circle guitarist Troy van Leeuwen, since their reformation in 2014 Failure have perhaps become the platonic embodiment of a power trio. It’s become nigh impossible to envision Failure as anything other than the union of Ken Andrews, Greg Edwards, and Kellii Scott, each a multi-faceted and virtuosic player in their own right. Through their collaboration they have always triangulated the iconic Failure sound across the years, like finding a signal among the stars, as much an act of divination as it is one of creation. Few bands play so deftly with the occasional detuned guitar and vocal as Failure. While many a fan of the band was probably introduced to Fantastic Planet by way of A Perfect Circle’s high-profile cover of ‘The Nurse Who Loved Me’, upon listening to the original you’ll notice little deflections in the chords that Keenan and company smoothed out. While Keenan’s gorgeous delivery would probably score higher with a vocal instructor, alternating the two and highlighting the differences in Andrews’ vocal, as well as the guitar track, slowly reveals the true genius of the original.

The band’s unique dynamic also makes it so hard to pick a favorite album of theirs; while hardly a necessary exercise, it can be fun – and I’d wager Failure fans run one of the widest temporal gamuts when it comes to their favorites. Fantastic Planet looms large in the hearts and eardrums of many, but any of their three post-resurgence albums delights with how they each skirt the border between the band’s evergreen songwriting techniques and modern sonic advancements. Keen to acknowledge the quarter-century of FP before the night concludes, the band returns to the stage after their encore break to play a sequence of tracks therefrom, an absolute hit parade that moves from the iconic ‘Nurse’, through the huge power riffs of ‘Stuck on You’, into the interminable groove of ‘Heliotropic’, and finally concludes in the haunting final refrain of ‘Daylight’. Andrews holds out a finger and traces the outline of the room as the final chord fades into the air, and each of the band members lingers a bit and waves to the eager crowd, visibly humbled by and grateful to each of the folks who’s helped pack the room at The Sinclair for the evening. Be they newcomers or fans of nearly 30 years, whether they arrived with Wild Type Droid or the first notes of Comfort, it’s safe to say that listening to Failure has shifted each attendee’s musical journey for the better.

#failure #fantastic planet #wild type droid #ken andrews #greg edwards #kellii scott

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taiblogcomics · 2 years

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Little Book Shop of HorrorLands

Hey there, bootleg Foo Fighters albums. Well, if it wasn't evident by the previous update, it's that time of year. It's the spooky month! And since we got a nice three weeks left, and a gap in our schedule, I have the perfect thing to slot in~

Hey did you know there were Goosebumps comic books~?

Here's the cover:

Ah, it's a metaphor. The series has more and more been a lifeless puppet dancing on strings pulled by Slappy. Did you know he's gotten his own series in the meantime since we last reviewed a book? That's scary for all kinds of reasons, none of them the author's intent. But now this series! This started up in late 2017, so the movie was already two years old by then, and the sequel won’t come out for another year. Fantastic timing all around, I guess!

So, rather than an ongoing, this series is divided into a number of small mini-series. I'm gonna count them all as one series for reviewing purposes, but technically this is merely Goosebumps: Monsters at Midnight #1. Anyways, this is definitely a first cover that tells you exactly what you're getting into. I also like the nods to other Goosebumps titles in the shop window, that's the kind of small reference I appreciate~

Speaking of references like that, kind of expect a lot of them going into this. You know exactly the sort of series this is. The comic literally opens with our main character, Mia, sighing that she should be at Camp Jellyjam right now. I'd keep a running counter of these, but it might get astronomical by the end, especially for this arc. Anyways, Mia's got an injured leg and an annoying little sister, so she's missing out on camp and not having the best summer even besides that. And Grandma won't take her go-karting or even to the candy store. Kind of a lame excuse for a grandma, then.

The trio of them pass by an old-looking bookstore, as depicted on the cover. "Cursed Editions" is at least a pretty clever store name, although I dunno if broadcasting that your merchandise is in league with the devil is the best business strategy. A cat in the window scares the younger sister, Ginny, who is kind of a nerd by the way, to contrast her athletic older sister. To demonstrate this, she calls the cat a "familiar" because it's one of her vocabulary words. She also has glasses and allergies and asthma, and so Grandma vetoes the bookstore as well, because Grandma is the least fun grandma in the history of fiction.

Further falling into her no-fun demeanor, Grandma falls asleep in front of the television while the kids are at home that night. And Ginny may be a nerd, but she's clearly the most adventurous of the lot, since she proposes to her older sister that they go out and check out that bookstore, which she remembers noting is open until midnight. Oop, she's back to nerd again. Her sister protests, since Ginny is literally hooked up to a CPAP machine right now, but Ginny offers the ultimate sibling persuasion point: she'll do Mia's chores for two weeks. Mia agrees, and the gals set out.

After a brief stop on the way due to asthma, they arrive back at Cursed Editions. Ginny's looking for a specific book she left at home when they came to visit Grandma, and figures it's scary enough that they'll have it here. Sure, but then you have two copies of the book when you get home, and what will you do then? The shopkeeper is pretty crabby at being interrupted when they walk in, but also mentions some aside of "He'll be glad you showed up" that neither girl notices in their hurry to apologise and get out of the clerk's rather wild hair.

The pair quickly get lost among the stacks and shelves, and I kind of get wistful and nostalgic for bookstores myself. I don't think I've been to one since pre-pandemic. But no bookstore I've been to had a section labelled "Sdrawkcab Skoob", and Ginny even starts speaking backwards once she pulls one off the shelf. Oh, Zatanna might find this section useful, at least. Also on the shelves nearby is the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, and a hardcover copy of The Werewolf of Fever Swamp with hair poking out of the pages. That's not what they mean by a hair-raising tale~

Mia brushes some dust off the shelf, which agitates Ginny's asthma and shakes her out of the backward-talking. She gets kind of pissed at Mia for this and storms off, and Mia has difficulty following her on her crutches. Ginny finds a mysterious voice and glowing pair of eyes in a darkened room, beckoning her to come into the room, where all the endings she could dream of are waiting. This is a really ominous thing to say, but Ginny's a little kid and is really set on finding that one book she's after. Mia turns up just in time to see Ginny cross the doorway and into the darkness.

Mia follows her sister as quickly as she can manage, and the pair of them turn around to see they're no longer in Kansas anymore, Toto. In fact, as a furry pink monster and elaborately painted sign both inform them, they're in HorrorLand! Oh boy, here we go. After reviewing two dozen or so odd books set in or around HorrorLand, I'm a little ambivalent towards it at this point. Like, I like the idea of a haunted amusement park as a setting. But like every Goosebumps thing, their good ideas are then surrouned by 20 dumb ones that drag it down. As we're about to see~

The girls scream in terror, since a furry pink monster with a gorilla-like posture is clearly in front of them. The monster, whose name is Irk, is first baffled and then delighted she elicted a scream from their throats. However, the shock of meeting a monster soon wears thin, especially when she's bright pink and the size of a lemur. She also gets pissed when Ginny comments that she smells funny--not because of the comment, but that she said she's funny, not scary. But if you want something really scary, the comic ends with Slappy appearing to welcome them.

I won’t say too much here, probably better to leave my thoughts on the full story when we see it all together. But this a pretty good start to the story, with your pretty typical Goosebumps setup: kids visiting a relative, one is an annoying younger sibling, something weird or mysterious or annoying shows up, the thing ends on a cliffhanger... Next week, we’ll likely see how our protagonists deal with true horror: Slappy’s sense of humour~

#comics #reviews #Goosebumps #Goosebumps: Monsters at Midnight #Taiblog #Slappy

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squidokja · 3 years

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The cursed trio.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #jjkdaily #hyeahjujutsu #jjk gfx #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuuji #jjk #anime gfx #shounenedit #edits #gfx #dailyanime #had fun editing the cursed trio

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ssilentwillow · 2 years

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what exactly IS the hermatix?

HERMATRIX: A Complete Summary (so far)

So the hermatrix is an ARG (alternate reality game) that has been going on in Doc and Ren’s videos since the start of season 8. What this means is that Doc and Ren have been slowly dropping hints and clues in their videos for the fans to solve, creating a bit of a storyline and leading to various websites, other people, and at one point even a Minecraft server. I’m going to use this opportunity to summarize everything that’s happened in the ARG so far. Heads up, it is VERY long.

First off, Doc’s episode 1. He kicked off all the weird ARG stuff with the cursed chunk (a chunk that somehow had EIGHT spawners in it) and the strange book that gave him instructions for it. A hidden QR code on the side of a spawner at the end of the video takes you to the hermatrix website, which will be crucial for solving things. It asks for a code. Using clues from Ren’s video, we figured out the code was #FFFFFF8; putting this into the website gave us a set Minecraft coordinates that led under Xisuma’s s8 base, with the page titled “Lucy.”

After this, a terminal appeared on the website, but it said we needed to log in to access it. Using morse code clues from Doc and Ren’s episode 2s along with some other clues, we figure out that the login is guest:GOATMAN! Which gives us access to the terminal. Using the command /help in the terminal gave you a list of commands that do various things. A little later on, a message appeared on the terminal for something called the “Hermitheus Defense Array” (HDA), prompting us for a password to access it.

(Edit: something I’ve forgotten to mention is that the terminal is specifically called grumbot.terminal, complete with a little picture of grumbot in the corner. Grumbot was Grian and Mumbo’s robot AI in season 7, who was kind of like their child, constructed to help Mumbo win the position of Mayor. Mumbo lost the campaign, so Grian stuck Grumbot in a false reality where Mumbo won the campaign so he wouldn’t be sad. The grumbot thing has generally been brushed off as a fun callback to s7, but it might have a bit more significance now that we’ve got the whole simulation theory going around.)

With the coordinates leading under X’s base, and “Lucy” being the designation for the pink axolotl in Minecraft’s game files, Doc, Ren, and Xisuma get together and travel to the exact coordinates listed on the site. They find a cave with a lake inside, with several axolotls. Lava begins pouring from the ceiling and the trio scramble to save all the axolotls, who are all named singular letters. Using clues found earlier (a goat named “Vigenere” and a parrot named “Cipher”) we figured out we needed to run the axolotl letters through the vigenere cipher, which gave us the word “ASTEROID”.

Putting “ASTEROID” in as the HDA password sent us to an asteroid game; you’re a little arrow that shoots bullets, and asteroids are coming at you. Hitting asteroids with your bullets split them into smaller asteroids until you get rid of them completely. In the top right corner there was an obnoxiously high number (like 300000 or something? I don’t remember) and every time you hit an asteroid, the number would go down. This number was global, meaning that it would be a group effort to get it to zero. With the help of a lot of people, a score multiplier, and automated bots, we eventually did it, and got the word “THUNDERSTRUCK.”

When you input this in the main website (not the terminal, the regular one), it lead you to a Minecraft world download, which gave you some pretty wack stuff. A giant structure (that looked similar to their mechanical spidery builds on hermitcraft) with a glass aquarium at the top, housing a single pink axolotl. Inside the body of it, there’s a lectern with a book titled “...”, along with some weird hanging lanterns. It says, “To wake from slumber... choose a side.” Here are some pictures of the build, all taken from the r/hermitcraft discord:

Doc and Ren then recreate this build on hermitcraft. It gets struck by lightning, changing the axolotl at the top from pink to blue. Inside they find a book, which gave them a set of coordinates and the phrase “The New my save the Old.” (It’s probably supposed to be may.) They get Gem and Pearl (the “new”, since they’re the newest additions to hermitcraft) and go through a series of puzzle rooms; the main thing of note is that they find a book that says “defrag.hermatrix.net”, along with a date and time. The link turns out to be the address to a Minecraft server that fans can log into, but only for a limited time.

On said Minecraft server, people are spawned in with various unbreakable tools, an elytra, and infinite ender pearls and rockets. Everyone on the server had to dig down, until they hit bedrock and found an ender portal. The more they dug, the more eyes would fill in the portal, until it was complete. In the end, there was another strange spidery build (or “power node”).

The hermatrix ARG took a long break here, like a month or two. The moon got big. Doc claimed it had nothing to do with him, but then we got his most recent upload: episode 24.

A part of the moon crash-landed into Doc and Ren’s chicken coop. The piece of moon rock was named “/delete hermatrix-V8.simul”. Ren placed it on an altar, and he and Doc noticed a strange beeping coming from it. This turned out to be morse code, spelling out “WAKE UP” repeatedly; It doesn’t seem to do anything on the website. We are currently awaiting Ren’s video to see what other clues we can find. These clues specifically seem to lend itself to hermitcraft8 possibly being a simulation? Hence why everyone is using unreality tags.

That’s it so far! I’ll reblog this post with updates as they come. If you want to help solve, I recommend joining the r/hermitcraft discord, where there are designated channels for solving it :]

#hermitcraft #hermatrix #docm77 #rendog #willow answers #anon #this took me SEVERAL HOURS to complete and I still skimmed a ton #reblogs greatly appreciated #BUT YEAH a hopefully this will be a good resource for people! feel free to reblog with stuff I might have missed #tw unreality #just for the end bit #long post #hermatrix updates

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atzfilm · 2 years

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d*ck the halls (m)

pairing; s.mingi x j.yunho x f.reader

genre/w.c; smut, friends to lovers, 4.2k

summary; spending the night at your shared cabin changes everything, especially when the power turns off and you’re freezing

content; double penetration, cursing, little prep, mc is close to yungi’s height but still a few inches shorter, fingering, anal, slight mxm content (mostly focused on mc), dry humping, spit, cheesy confessions, dirty talk, nicknames (baby, lovely)

a/n; this is part of the 12 days of christmas collab with @hongism and @choijjongho! <3 hope you enjoy and ive had lots of fun writing in this collab hehehe thank u for agreeing to do this with me besties :((( ily THERE ARE TYPOS BE WARNED I DID NOT EDIT.

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“Right around the corner,” Yunho nudges you from your seat. You let out a low yawn, stretching your arms as you peer through your barely opened lids. Sitting on top of the hill is your shared cabin. It’s covered in snow from the recent blizzard that the small town just had, decorated in holiday lights that Mingi and Yunho did just a few weeks ago. The three of you pitched your savings into this vacation home, using the revenue to pay off the mortgage and for extra funds. It’s something your trio has always wanted to do, and you’re glad that around the end of the year, you spend time with your best friends and enjoy the quiet mountains.

A loud snore from just behind you interrupts your fantasy. You frown, glancing back at Mingi passed out, mouth wide open and arms thrown to the sides. You were back there with him until one of his flailing eyes punched you directly in your eyeball, your arguing forcing Yunho to put you back into the front. No matter if it’s been ten years, you still can’t stand Mingi. Sure, you’re best friends and all, and maybe you hanged out with him every chance you got, but he’s still your enemy. Just in a different way.

“Finally here! Please wake up Mingi, and don’t argue,” Yunho glares at you as he parks, opening the door. He shuts it as he stretches,yelling about finally being able to be alone. You ignore his blissful shouts, turning around and throwing your throw at Mingi.

His eyes shoot open, flicking around before they land on you. He looks a mess, dried drool on his cheek and hair a mess. Still, he’s your Mingi. No matter how annoying and irritating he is. “Here?” his voice is rough from rest, rubbing his eyes. “That was quicker than I thought.”

“Because you were passed out majority of the time.”

“Don’t be mad at me, you’re the one who wanted to talk to Yun–”

“You were snoring in my ear, Mingi. Loud and proud. Pretty sure you spit in it with the choking,” you shiver. “Just grossed myself out.”

Yunho knocked on the window, throwing open your door.

“Hey–”

“I sensed the arguing. Let’s go already, you promised to make hot chocolate,” he grumbled, tugging you from your seat. You roll your eyes, letting him pull you out. It’s freezing outside, and you thank yourself silently for the coat you threw on your body halfway through the drive. Mingi trails behind the both of you, grunting as he pulls the bags.

It’s the roles you’ve put yourselves in; you’re the vacation cook, Yunho is the driver, and Mingi is the carrier of bags. He protested at that last one, but when you said that you’d do it instead, he quickly backtracked. Not because of you being weak or anything, he just can’t cook. The last time he touched the stove, you had to grab the extinguisher. That’s why he’s banned from even turning the knobs.

“My turn to take the big suite,” Yunho hums happily, swinging open the door. You turned on the heat with your phone (you love technology) so it’s already toasty inside. Even though Mingi is the designated carrier, the three of you together bring the bags into their rooms.

You watch the milk on the stove warm, holding the chocolate bar in your hand. Jazz from the radio in the living room is playing, the sounds echoing off the walls and into the kitchen. You watch as Yunho walks in with his reindeer pajamas, flopping onto the barstool. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Tell me you brought yours,” his eyes sparkled. You hate the pajamas with everything you have, but you’d never upset Yunho. You point to the empty chair, said pajamas sitting there, waiting to be placed on your unwilling body. “Mingi forgot his.”

You snort, “He just didn’t want to bring them. Luckily,” you reach into your bag, pulling out his, “I brought them myself.”

“What will I do without you?” He makes kissy noises and you gag, tossing them to him.

“Don’t mess with the chef while she’s cooking. Might feel tempted to throw some hot milk on you.”

He gasps dramatically. “You’d never!”

“I would. Willingly. No remorse. Wouldn’t even shed a tear.”

“Can you two not be weird for two seconds?” Mingi walks in, frowning. You frown, turning back to your milk. It’s boiling now, so you break off a part of the bar, slowly dropping it in. Mingi appears behind you quickly, head resting on the curve of your shoulder. You know it’s probably uncomfortable for him to do since he has to crouch slightly. You nudge him away, flicking him with your finger.

“Back off giant. Unless you want this to taste like ass.”

“Ass? Never tried that before. Well–”

“God Yunho please tell him to change into his pajamas or I’m gonna have to beat his ass.” You groan. squeezing his arm slightly. He pulls away unwillingly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You grab your slipper to throw at him but he’s already running down the hall. Yunho gives you a sympathetic look, a slow smirk on his lip as a laugh escapes.

“You two are awful.”

“We’re your best friends, you chose us. So what does that make you?”

“Can’t hear suddenly,” you murmur, ignoring his laugh as he disappears down the hallway. Once you hear the door close, you sigh, rubbing your face. “Idiots.”

“I heard that!”

Three cups of hot chocolate later, the three of you are sitting in Yunho’s bedroom watching Polar Express. You hold your breath as the train skids across the frozen lake, Mingi and Yunho hushed on either side of you as it cracks. Just as the train barely makes it to the other side, the television shuts off.

“Yo what the fu–”

The lights in the Christmas tree turn off, and everything else around the room. You groan, throwing yourself back against the pillows. “Why did the power have to go out right at the good part?”

“Every time we bring you somewhere, something bad happens. I think you’re cursed,” Mingi mumbles. You hit the back of his head with your pillow and he whines. throwing his at you. You tussle back and forth as Yunho makes his way out of bed and downstairs to check the power.

You can already feel the slight chill in the air, the heat not working either. You bundle the blankets around you, the other uncovered part of your body being your face. You blocked off your peripheral vision, Mingi’s head popping up in front of yours as he raises his brows.

“Cold?”

“You know even a little breeze makes me feel like ice,” you reach out your fingers from between the blankets, pressing it to Mingi’s. He jumps, widening his eyes.

“Sheesh.”

“Yea, exactly.”

Yunho opens the door, frown lines on his forehead. “No luck. The power is out all over. We just gotta keep ourselves warm until it turns back on,” he glances aronud the room. “Um… I know you don’t like sleeping with Mingi–”

“No.”

“y/n…” Yunho whines. “I don’t want you to die from the cold, and Mingi can’t sleep alone. He’s a big baby.”

“I’m sitting right here.”

“Please,” Yunho gets on his knees, pleading with you. You try to glance at Mingi from the corner of your eye (the blanket preventing that, of course), before nodding slowly. “Thank you.”

“FYI, this is because I don’t want you guys to see my toes falling off.”

“That’s too descriptive, really didn’t need that image in my head,” Mingi slides underneath the blankets. “Keep those thoughts to yourself.” He faces you in his blankets, Yunho walking around to rest on the opposite side. You haven’t been in the same bed with them since you were kids, your heart racing slightly. Things are different when you’re adults. Being in between the both of them, their bodies pressed against yours–

You push those thoughts away.

“The last time we all slept in the same bed was that sleepover at Yunho’s house. Don’t you remember? San peed on the blankets,” you snickered, slowly unwrapping yourself from your blanket. You cover the three of you with the king size, lying back against the sheets.

Mingi laughs loudly. “And now he has that strange tradition around Christmas time. How time flies.”

“He probably wouldn’t if he peed again. Unless they’re into that kind of stuff,” Yunho murmurs into his pillow.

You rest your head against yours, their legs brushing slightly against you. You let out a slow breath, not knowing which side to turn to. Yunho seems to catch your dilemma, chuckling softly.

“I know you sleep on your left, just tell Mingi to stop staring at you so you can sleep.”

Said man coughs. The bed shakes as he violently gives you his back. You can only roll your eyes, thanking Yunho softly as you switch to rest on your left. You notice the slight space they leave so that they’re not touching you. Their body frames are large enough to warm you underneath the blankets, but still, you can feel the slight breeze filtering in and out the room. You shiver, fingers clutching on the blankets tightly.

“Still cold?” Yunho asks softly. “I can cuddle you if you want.”

“Don’t be weird.”

There’s always been a line between the three of you. They’re attractive, you found that out once you all hit puberty. They were your first kiss and your first introduction into adulthood, but they’re your best friends. There was nothing ever stated out loud, a silent agreement that you wouldn’t dare mess with. Inner, lingering feelings aside, you couldn’t break the promise. And that included touching that wasn’t necessary, and straying eyes that wasn’t mentioned. That’s just how it is, and how it always will be. So cuddling, that’s already a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed. You’re not sure that you want to, even if you’re cold.

“y/n,” he moves closer, now only breaths away from touching you. “I’m just trying to make you more comfortable, that’s it. I promise I won’t hump you.”

This makes you laugh out loud, turning to look around at him. There’s a wide grin on his face, arms open. You stare at him for a moment, before letting him embrace you. He hums as you settle yourself within his hold, his hand rubbing up and down your skin softly.

“You’re always cold,” he murmurs against your forehead. “You should thank me for being your own personal space heater.”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Mingi says loudly, kicking Yunho’s leg. Yunho lifts his head to glare at him, before dropping it back on the pillow.

“He’s upset he can’t hug you,” Yunho whispers. “You know how affectionate he is.”

You snicker, tucking yourself further into Yunho’s chest. It’s not weird, hugging him like this. A bit strange since you avoid touching either of them unless it’s to bother them. You’ve never been this close, the smell of his aftershave and natural scent swirling in your nose. It’s comforting, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Yunho.”

“Mhm.”

Before you know it, you fall asleep.

You’re awaken by a low moan in your ears. You try to move to see what’s wrong, until you feel a hard lump against your backside, rubbing against your ass. You try leaning up, but his arms are wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his hard on. You can’t tell who it is, too scared to even move an inch. Opening your eyes would be a tell tale sign, but taking that step… you’re terrified. Maybe if he would just loosen his hold–

“y/n…” Mingi’s voice resonates within you, the deep tone ticking your ear as he slightly thrusts his hip against your ass. Your heart drops. Mingi. He’s the one behind you. You feel his body slowly pushing against you, his moans shaky. He couldn’t be awake, you know that Mingi wouldn’t try anything like this on you while you were sleeping. He’s too kind and caring to violate you that way.

And yet, here you are. You can feel your heart pumping as his grip on your body tightens, hips moving faster against your ass, hardness pushing against the crack. You reach back, grabbing Mingi’s arm.

“Min, wake up,” you murmur, voice slightly panicked. He doesn’t stop in his movement. The bed shakes and you hope that Yunho isn’t awake. Your hand slips between the reindeer pants, slowly making its way to your covered heat. Right as you make your way to slipping into your panties, a moan stops you in your tracks.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes immediately flick open, gaze meeting the man’s in front of you. His cheeks are flushed as he bites his lower lip, eyes hooded as he stares into yours. Yunho is wide away. You pull your hand from your pants, but he stops you, hand on your wrist.

“Keep going.”

“Yun…” your voice is shaky, eyes wide. “I–”

“Want to see you touch yourself,” he says, eyes flicking down. He slowly pulls the blanket down, the cold air hitting your skin and leaving you bare against the sheets. Mingi hasn’t stopped in his pace, hips buckling against you. “Please.”

“Mingi isn’t awake. I can’t.” You shake your head, hands shaking. His hold on your wrist loosens as he slides up your arm, hand cupping your chin. He rubs your cheek slowly, saying nothing for a moment. He wipes the tears that are on your cheeks, a slow smile crossing his face. “What if he hates me after this?” You whisper.

“Mingi likes you.”

You blink. “What?”

“Mingi likes you. And I like you. Fuck y/n, we’ve been in love with you for so long. You think we would just act like this around a best friend? We have matching pajamas, we have matching jewelry. We’re roommates, we haven’t dated anyone in years. We like you.”

You stare at him in shock, not noticing how Mingi stopped moving. “But… what about that date you went on?”

“It…” he sighs. “It was me trying to forget about you. It was stupid. I shouldn’t have even gone on it knowing how I felt about you. But I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything. We, don’t want that. Just because we like you doesn’t mean we’re not best friends. We just didn’t want our friendship to turn to shit because of our feelings, so we just waited until you would say something. Maybe mention it.”

“It was hard,” Mingi’s voice whispers into your ear, startling you. “Ah, sorry. It was just… fighting with you all the time was fun, but I do like you, y/n. And it was getting harder and harder to keep it all in. I didn’t mean to hump you, I swear,” his hold on you loosens, but you grab his hand, placing it back where it was. “y/n?”

You look at Yunho, rubbing small circles into Mingi’s palm. “What does this mean then? I like you both, but what does this mean? How can we…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Yunho murmurs, pressing his lips lightly against your chin. You feel Mingi’s hands slowly tug down your pants, touch light as a feather. “As long as you want us, we’ll figure it out.”

“So do you?” Mingi says lightly pecking the curve of your neck. “Do you want us?” Yunho’s hand stops at your thigh, lingering just outside your arousal. Mingi’s hand has stopped as well, his large palm resting against your bare ass. There’s so many things you need to talk about with them, so many that are critical to what happens after this, but right now, all your mind wants is for them to be inside you.

“Yes, I want you.”

“Fuck yes,” Mingi pulls down your pants and panties without second thought, fingers dipping into your pussy. His hardened cock rests against your lower back as he slowly rubs up and down your slit. “You’re so wet already, can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slowly rides up the curve of your ass, stopping at your puckered hole. “Don’t you want me here, y/n? Don’t you want me inside you?”

“Mingi…” you moan, hands clawing at the sheets. Yunho watches as he slowly inserts a finger into your ass, your body shaking. He leans down, covering your mouth with his to distract you from Mingi’s probing.

“You’re so pretty like this, lovely,” Yunho says softly. “You feel so warm.” He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy easily, “So tight.” He slowly pushes them in and out, whispering praises against your mouth. “Want to feel my cock inside you, stretching you out while Mingi makes love to you from behind? I can’t wait to hear your moans, lovely. You’re already so pretty just like this.”

His fingers pick up the pace, moving quickly in and out. Your body trembles as Mingi presses his two fingers in your ass, Yunho in your pussy. It’s so much, your mind is clouded with their touch, hips rocking back and forth against their fingers. You can feel your body heat up with your climax approaching quickly.

“Guys, I’m about to c–”

“Cum for us,” Mingi kisses your earlobe. Your body trembles as you reach your high, fingers digging into Yunho’s arms. Yunho cups your core, smiling into your lips.

“I knew you’d look pretty cumming on my fingers,” He lets go off your pussy as you whine, until you watch as he slips down his pants, his cock slipping from between the fabric with ease. You knew that he was big, sometimes catching a glimpse of him throughout the years, but you’ve never realized how big. Your eyes watched as he coated his cock with your arousal, hands wrapped around the length as he slowly pumped himself.

Mingi takes this chance to dip his fingers into your pussy, causing you to jump. “Got to make sure I go in easy, alright? I’m not as big as Yunho, but I am pretty big.” You hear him spit into his hand, the sound of it slowly rubbing against his cock. “We don’t have to do this, you know. Just tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you in my ass,” you whisper, turning around to glance back at him. You’re shocked at the look in his eyes, cheeks red and eyes dilated. He grins as you take him in, lips slowly pressing against yours. He turns you back around, fingers gripping your hips.

“Then take it like a good girl,” He presses his cock against your hole, spitting again to make sure it slips inside. You groan, Yunho rubbing your clit as he slowly pushes into you. It doesn’t hurt a lot but it still stings, Yunho’s distraction enough to let your heart settle.

“God you’re so tight, I can barely fit in there,” Mingi mumbles, fingers digging into your hips. “Can’t want to fuck you good baby.” His cock is fully inside, hips pressing against your cheeks as he slowly kisses the back of your neck. “You’ve done so well for me.”

“Ready?” Yunho distracts you, cock rubbing up and down your folds. “We can wait until Mingi is down–”

“No, no. Want you two at the same time. I want to feel you both inside of me,” you tug Yunho’s hips closer to you, his tip resting at your entrance. “Want you to cum inside.”

“Yunho put your cock in her already.” Mingi lets go of your waist and grabs Yunho’s, his hand on his cock as he aligns him and pushes him inside. You gasp at how easily he enters, Yunho bottoming out quickly because of your arousal. Mingi lets go of him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slowly moves out.

Their pace is slow at first. Mingi out, Yunho in. Until it slowly syncs up, their hips pounding against your body as you moan loudly, one hand covering Mingi’s and the other holding onto Yunho’s body. Yunho rubs your clit quickly, cock pumping in and out of you without regard.

“You’ve wanted this, didn’t you? I saw how you looked at me, watched you as you tried to hide how horny you were when we were watching that movie last week. Wanted to fuck you so bad right there. I wanted to see you cumming on my fingers, moaning my name over and over until you lost your breath,” Mingi groaned as you clenched against his cock. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

“Shit, Mingi please. She’s squeezing my cock,” Yunho murmurs. “I can feel Mingi inside of you,” he whispers. “I can feel him every time I rub against your walls. Can feel him filling you up so good, lovely.”

Yunho rubs against your clit, his breath quickening as he pumps in and out of you. Mingi matches his pace, your body being thrown forward and back against them as they move inside of you. Your pussy begins to clench, throbbing as Yunho presses slightly harder into your clit. You gasp, unable to say a word as you cum on their cocks.

Mingi is the first to spill inside of you, the hot ropes hitting against your walls. He presses himself into you as his body trembles, whispering something that you can’t quite hear. Yunho follows soon after, his groan almost inaudible as he slowly pours into you, some of his cum spilling out onto the sheets. You three are quite for a few minutes, until Mingi slowly pulls out of you, leaking against the sheets.

“It smells like hot chocolate and sweat,” he murmurs. You hit his shoulder and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, for both. They were pretty sweet.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Yunho murmurs, rolling his eyes affectionately at Mingi.

#12 days of christmas #mingi smut #mingi x reader #song mingi smut #yunho smut #yunho x reader #jeong yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff

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basilly · 3 years

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banana boats & babysitting | cc!bench trio & jack x reader (platonic)

☼ a part of my series, life’s a beach!

summary: a day out boating with the boys… time for babysitter y/n to make their appearance

pronouns/gender: gn | they/them

note: this is platonic!! and huge ty to art again for helping me i had sm fun brainstorming and making these, this time its headcanons :DD theres also a slight ‘wilbur x reader’ and its self indulgent

warnings: cursing/swears

not edited

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. it was the dream smp’s beach house trip!

. meaning, LOTS of beach and water activities

. you were hanging out with the bench trio and jack- and they spotted the docks...

(which had banana boats, kayaks, jet skis, etc.)

. they 100% dragged you into jet skis before you could fight against them

. jack, you, and tommy would have your own while tubbo and ranboo share a jetski

mainly because tommy didn’t want to share and jack replied with

“fine! i’ll go on my own too- let’s race!”

. jet skis with them means-

tommy is screaming “GOTTA GO FAST” and jack is trying to catch up to him and race him

tubbo is TERRIFIED sitting behind ranboo while ranboo spits out all these facts

“we are very susceptible to being struck by lightning right now- these clouds look like it could rain.” “ranboo SHUT UP you’re scaring him!” “whaaat i’m just stating things.”

. once you guys get on the banana boat though-

. tommy and jack fall off in the first couple minutes after tommy decides to flip jack off and lose his grip

. ranboo kinda just gives up and accepts his death and falls in

. tubbo miraculously stays on the longest and his knuckles are all white after

. everyone else in on the shore praying for you

. and cackling so hard their stomachs hurt from laughter

. if you were to go on a yacht-

. tommy and jack are trying to fight over who gets to control and steer the boat

. tubbo is trying not to get seasick and you’re rubbing his back while keeping everything under control

babysitter y/n to the rescue!

. then ranboo is just,, continuing his facts

"hey tubbo, did you know that 95% of the ocean hasn't been explored yet? who knows what's down there!! those animals could probably kill us :D"

. tubbo throws up off the side of the boat-

“ranboo for the love of god SHUT UP!”

. he’d start laughing SO hard but be somewhat apologetic

. on the other hand-

"FUCK OFF BITCH! THIS IS MY YACHT AND IM THE FUCKIN CAPTAIN" "ACTUALLY TOM SIMONS OF THE TOMMYINNIT CHANNEL, DREAM PAID FOR THIS YACHT" "SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL CAPSIZE THIS YACHT DIE BITCH DIE"

. while you are there like O_O

. jack also somehow spawns a captain hat out of nowhere

“jack give me your hat.” "what- no! it's my grandpas" "can i have it though?" "no" "why not" "cause it's my grandpas" "isn't he dead or something"

. again, 0_0

. if you tried waving at others for help, they’d just wave back and think everything is fine

. you call your boyfriend, wilbur, who was on the shore-

“wilbur, i think i have made a mistake.” “oh?” “tubbo is barfing up his lunch, ranboo is trying to scare us, and tommy and jack are gonna kill us- please send help”

. he just laughs and starts WHEEZING-

“good thing it’s you not me darling! have fun <3″

. you’re title reigns of ‘babysitter y/n’ :D

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nahoney22 · 3 years

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please can I request a fem reader x echo (tbb era) fluff please? Our boy deserves some love! Could you also please do an accidental kiss ordeal 👀 I’m a sucker for those! it’s ok if not, thanks!! 💞

Speeder Bike

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 3.7k

Whilst your speeder breaks down, you are lucky to come across a certain handsome clone that happens to be helpful in repairing it for you.

Warnings: Fluff. Brief mention of alcohol. Echo is quite shy. Accidental kiss.

Authors note 1: I’m a sucker for accidental kisses too 😫 this was so so much fun to write and I maaaaay have got carried away a little but this is just total FLUFF 💖 thanks for the request!

Written July 2021. Rewritten January 2024.

authors note 2: decided to rewrite/edit this one as it’s one of my favourites and maybe the one what made me fall for Echo.

The dawn poured into your room, painting Coruscant's familiar hues with a vibrant light, a stark contrast to the recent cloudy days. Its radiance pierced through the blinds, jolting you awake with an obnoxious whine escaping your lips as the brightness invaded your sleepy cocoon. Rolling away from the blinding glare, you reluctantly pried open your eyelids, groggily reaching for the datapad on your bedside table.

0946 hours stared back at you, evoking a disinterested hum before you settled back against the pillow, intending to steal a moment's rest.

Reality struck like a bolt as you abruptly jolted upright, a sudden realization hitting you like a meteor. "Kriff! I'm late!" With a clumsy scramble, you hurled yourself out of bed, entangling your legs in the sheets and crashing onto the floor with a resounding thud. Undeterred, you sprang back up, hurtling towards the refresher, immediately igniting the rushing water.

Frantically scrubbing away weariness, the steaming water cleared your senses, cursing your forgetfulness for neglecting to set the alarm.

Today marked your return to your family's business, a day your punctual parents emphasised greatly. While it would have been somehow easier to brush off if you worked for anyone else, promising your parents punctuality made your tardiness a harder pill to swallow. Dressed hastily in work attire, socks forgotten, you slipped on your shoes, dashing out of the apartment and racing toward the awaiting transport in the basement.

Spotting your speeder bike, you ignited the engine and bolted out of the building, narrowly missing collision with the busy workers hurrying about their day.

Glancing down at the watch strapped to your arm, you groaned at the realisation that you had less than five minutes to arrive, despite knowing there was at least another ten minutes worth of traffic ahead. Resigned to your impending lateness, you pulled your speeder bike to a temporary stop, mentally preparing a repertoire of excuses for your inevitable 'tardiness.'

Pressing onward, you were making decent progress until an unwelcome occurrence struck — the engine of your speeder began to sputter, faltering unexpectedly.

"Oh, not now, please…" you whined, wincing as the mechanical sounds grew more alarming, bolts rattling amidst ominous spluttering. Steering out of the transport lane, you found a suitable spot to dismount and inspect the damage firsthand.

Rolling up your work shirt sleeves, you cautiously approached the speeder’s rear to diagnose the issue. However, just as your fingertips grazed the engine, it emitted a disgruntled clatter, spiraling into a sudden short circuit, spewing sparks and a cloud of smoke.

Standing in disbelief, hands now resting on your hips, you watched helplessly as your speeder practically disintegrated before your eyes.

A series of sniggers captured your attention, drawing your gaze towards three figures—two Gotals and a Pantoran —observing your misfortune with apparent amusement.

"What are you gawping at? Get going," you snapped sharply, very uncharacteristically if you but it was simply fueled by their mockery.

The trio departed, leaving behind a parting taunt as they vanished down the street. Rolling your eyes, you glanced at the time, confirming your undeniable lateness.

Frustration boiled within you—the combination of an empty stomach, impractical work attire (now glaringly obvious as you realise you picked up the wrong shoes entirely and of course, no socks), and the catastrophic breakdown of your bike led to an exasperated groan. In a fit of irritation, you unleashed a series of frustrated kicks upon the malfunctioning heap of metal in front of you, uncaring of the odd glances from passersby.

"Stupid... piece... of... trash!" you grunted vehemently between each kick.

Eventually ceasing your assault on the bike, your hands moved to your hair, pulling it into a haphazard bun atop your head in a futile attempt to alleviate your frustration. Yet, the tension lingered, unrelenting.

"You know, kicking and shouting at it won't repair it, ma'am."

Startled by the slightly muffled yet modified voice, you turned to find a figure detaching themselves from a nearby wall, stepping closer. Despite not noticing them upon initially dismounting, a tinge of embarrassment tinged your cheeks as someone had caught you mid-outburst.

"Maybe so. But there's no chance of me fixing it in time for work," you uttered with a defeated sigh, turning to face your bike, a faint mist of smoke still emanating from its main engine.

"Is there a mechanic pit nearby?" inquired the stranger, maintaining a cautious distance.

You pondered for a moment, acknowledging the wisdom in the stranger's advice. However, the realisation hit you hard—due to oversleeping, you hadn't even grabbed your bag containing your purse and license. Even if you wanted a mechanic's help, the lack of credits and ownership identification would hinder any possible repair.

"There is, but I don't have anything to prove that this pile of junk is mine," you remarked, rolling your eyes in frustration.

The stranger then knelt beside you, examining the bike closely. It slowly dawned on you that this person was some sort of clone trooper. The familiar sound of their voices had echoed countless times around you, but the distinct armor they wore differed from any you'd seen before—dark greys and blacks accented with red lining, the helmet which was slightly different to others you had seen, concealing his face.

Embarrassment flooded through you; here knelt a trooper serving the Republic, while you, in a fit of petulance, had a minor breakdown over a speeder.

As you gazed down at the trooper, absorbed in observing their armor, you missed his initial question, lost in your internal conflict.

"Sorry, what was that?" you hastily inquired, snapping out of your reverie.

"I said that I could try and fix it. It should only take me around twenty minutes or so," he suggested, rising to his full height and moving around the speeder to assess the damage.

"What? Really? You would help me?" you asked incredulously, taken aback by his unexpected kindness.

Beneath his helmet, a smile played across his lips as he shrugged casually. "Why not? You haven't given me a reason not to," came his simple reply before he delved into repairing the speeder.

Observing from a distance, you couldn't help but notice the scomp device attached to his forearm, sparking your curiosity about its purpose. However, you knew better than to pry into personal matters, so you shifted your focus to something hopefully less intrusive—his rank.

"So, are you a Commander?" you ventured after a few minutes of shared silence, the only sound being the gentle whirring of his device as he worked.

Peering at you from behind his visor, he questioned, "What makes you say that?"

Gesturing towards his waist, you tilted your head slightly. "You're wearing a Kama, and most Commanders I’ve seen tend to wear them," you remarked simply.

He nodded in understanding but then shook his head moments later. "Ah I see but no, I was an Arc Trooper a while ago."

Picking up on the slight hesitation in his voice, you probed cautiously, "Oh... are you not one anymore?"

"It's... complicated. I fight with a different band of brothers now. I was part of the 501st, but... things happen," he trailed off, hinting at a deeper, untold story.

Sensing the reluctance to delve further into the topic, you respectfully refrained from pressing any further. Opting instead for a quiet moment of respite, you found a small crate to perch upon, crossing your legs and leaning back against the wall, basking in the warmth of the morning rays.

Echo couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy witnessing your frustration after the encounter with the mocking trio. Having just finished gathering resources from the nearby market for Tech, he saw you and decided to intervene, deeming the resources non-urgent. Well, in his mind anyway - maybe not Techs.

His scomp unit snugly embedded within your speeder, Echo glanced up in your direction, noticing your comfortable perch on the crates, a gentle smile gracing your lips as the Coruscant sun enveloped you. Taking a moment to fully appreciate your presence, he noticed your striking beauty, a thought he wished he'd acknowledged earlier.

Unaware of how long he'd been gazing, you sensed the weight of someone's eyes upon you. Though looking skyward, you stole a glance in his direction, offering a soft smile. Only then did Echo snap out of his reverie, startled by another clashing noise from your speeder, prompting him to hurriedly withdraw his scomp unit. Grateful for the helmet concealing his flushed expression, he started an attempt of some small talk.

As you conversed, the exchange flowed effortlessly. You explained that you were late for work at your family's old blacksmith shop, establishing a connection through understanding his armor. It was pleasent to talk to someone normally for a change so much so, it seemed both of you found yourselves reluctant to stop talking, secretly hoping he'd prolong the speeder repairs.

"Well, I think I'm done here," he announced somewhat awkwardly, taking a step back after switching the engine on to much of his reluctance.

You descended from your perch and approached to inspect his handiwork, taking a seat on the speeder and revving it up. The engine roared back to life, sounding as good as new.

"Wow. Thank you so much," you expressed in wonder, turning to face the clone with another grateful smile. "I, uh..." You fumbled in your pockets, producing a small handful of credits you had stashed away. "It's not much, but I don't know how else to repay you for helping me."

Tilting his head slightly, he glanced down at the credits in your palm, then returned his gaze to meet yours, witnessing your sincere gratitude.

"That won't be necessary," he assured you, reaching out with his flesh hand to gently close yours within his own.

The unexpected touch sent a pleasant shiver through you, prompting you to suppress a breath to conceal the slight tremor in your voice. "Oh, well, thanks," you responded, a hint of shyness colouring your tone.

"Ma'am," he acknowledged with a nod, stepping back to give you space to depart. As you moved past him, a sudden impulse halted your steps, and you glanced over your shoulder to find him already walking away.

"Hey! Wait!"

Echo paused at the sound of your voice, turning to meet your gaze as you faced him.

"What's your name?" you inquired, prompting a slight chuckle from Echo.

"I go by Echo,"

Your brows furrowed, a playful smirk forming on your lips. "Echo?"

"Yes, Echo."

"Echo?" you repeated.

"Erm, yes?" His reply came with a gentle laugh behind his helmet.

"I think you missed my joke," you teased, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Another laugh escaped Echo. "What's your name then?"

As you shared your name, he repeated it, playing along. However, as much as you wanted to linger, you knew you had to leave.

"Thanks again... Echo," you said, savoring the way his name rolled off your tongue. Echo, too, appreciated the way you pronounced his name, watching you as you gave him a wave and rode off.

The memory of your encounter with Echo lingered, weaving its way into your thoughts even as days passed. The masked individual occupied a prominent place in your mind.

There were even moments when you lay in bed after a long day at the blacksmith's, his image playing on a loop in your thoughts. You pondered over the instance when you caught him gazing at you. Was it mere curiosity or perhaps a hint of something more?

His voice, mostly monotonous, echoed in your memory, but there was that tiny laughter you managed to extract from him. Reflecting on your conversation, you marveled at its seamless flow—no awkward pauses, no misunderstandings, and no hint of any negative feelings.

As the days rolled by, you couldn't help but wonder if Echo thought about that encounter as much as you did.

Thanks to Echo's help, you managed to be punctual for your subsequent shifts, yet the barrage of questions from your family about the initial lateness persisted. But, non surprisingly, each ride to work became an opportunity to catch sight of Echo's distinctive trooper armor. You'd linger a little too long at stop lights, hoping for another glimpse, but amidst the sea of white-clad clones, spotting him again seemed futile.

One afternoon during your break, a craving for a quick snack lured you to the nearby market.

As you purchased a tempting pastry, ready to take a bite, you froze at the sight of Echo down the street. He hadn't noticed you, but he stood among two individuals who clearly weren't clones (or so you thought), despite their similar armor. One was exceptionally tall and robust, while the other, about Echo's size, sported long dark hair and had half of his face inked.

Caught in a moment of staring, you felt a jolt of panic when the larger figure abruptly turned his gaze toward you, smiling, and then grabbing Echo's shoulders and pointing in your direction. Feigning nonchalance in a panic, you quickly averted your body and eyes, pretending interest elsewhere. Yet, the clearing of someone's throat behind you snapped you back to reality.

Swiftly turning, your eyes met Echo's visor. "Hello, ma'am," he greeted, sounding slightly flustered.

"Hi!" you chirped, attempting to act as if you hadn't already noticed him. "Echo, right? It's good to see you again." The casualness in your tone masked the fact that he had been occupying your thoughts for the past few days.

"It's good to see you too. How's your speeder?" Echo inquired, a faint smile playing on his lips as he waited for your response, although he still wore his helmet.

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of gratitude. "Really good. All thanks to you, of course," you replied, offering a genuine smile in return.

Echo then found himself momentarily lost for words, his usual composure faltering in the unexpected encounter. He silently chided himself for feeling this awkward, partially blaming Wrecker for nudging him into this situation. He'd resisted Wrecker's nudging, but the big clone's persistence had overridden Echo's reluctance. Maybe mentioning you to the others wasn’t the best idea.

Sensing the growing tension, Hunter decided to step in. "Echo, care to introduce us to your friend?" he prodded, taking a small step forward to break the mounting silence.

Your curiosity piqued, you waited for Echo's response, noticing the subtle yet telling exchange between him and Hunter. "Uh, sure. Hunter, Wrecker," Echo gestured to each of his brothers beside him before introducing you by name. "I helped her with her speeder when it broke down a few days ago."

"Is that so?" Hunter's tone was mildly intrigued, though you sensed a hint of prior familiarity. Had he been speaking about you?

"Yeah,” you start, not overthinking things, “Echo was really kind and helpful that day, although he wouldn't let me properly thank him," you added with a subtle grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"Aw, was the pretty girl too nice for you to accept any money?" Wrecker teased with a hearty laugh.

Echo's jaw tensed slightly, choosing to ignore Wrecker's remark. He shifted his focus back to you, aiming to redirect the conversation. "It's just that you seemed stressed enough that day, and any decent person would have done the same," he explained, his voice carrying a note of sincerity amidst the banter.

"Huh, you clearly don't know Coruscant that well. There's a limited amount of people who would have helped, but I'm really glad it was you, Echo," you countered, your tone carrying a genuine appreciation.

Once again, his name slipped from your lips like a reverent prayer.

"Well, I'm glad I could help," Echo replied with a smile, though obscured behind his helmet. He couldn't fathom why he hadn't removed his helmet in your presence but a pang of disappointment surged within him, prompting him to keep his face concealed to shield himself from any potential disapproval.

"I should start heading back to work now..." You sighed, glancing at your datapad. "Best not to be late again."

"Ah, I see. Well, it was nice to see you again—" Echo began to bid farewell.

"Echo will gladly walk you back to work. Won't you?" Hunter interjected abruptly, throwing a pointed look at his brother, who returned a blank stare.

"Y-yes, I would be happy to do that if you want?" Echo turned to you, a sudden hint of hopefulness in his voice. Your soft giggle and nod of agreement uplifted his spirits.

"I'd happily have the company," you confirmed, prompting a playful nudge from Wrecker towards Echo.

As you bid a swift farewell to Hunter and Wrecker, you began walking, while Echo briefly spoke to Hunter, catching up in a few quick strides.

Deliberately slowing your pace, you extended the walk, cherishing the company a little longer. With the pastry forgotten in your hand, a rumble emanated from your stomach, prompting a sigh. "Do you want a bite?" You broke off a piece and offered it to Echo, but he politely declined.

"Ah, no thanks. I'm not too hungry at the moment," you replied, accepting Echo's polite refusal. The conversation continued effortlessly as you both walked, enjoying each other's company. However, your family's shop soon appeared in the distance.

"Well, thank you for walking me back, Echo," you smiled up at him, a glimmer of anticipation in your eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of his behind the visor—alas, without success.

Echo paused, his posture shifting slightly. "I was actually wondering if you maybe wanted to get a bite to eat with me sometime? Maybe even tonight?"

Your eyes widened in happy surprise, and your voice held a hopeful tone. "Like a date?" You enjoyed your conversations with him and saw no reason not to get to know him better over a meal.

"Yes. Like a date," he confirmed, his confidence growing as he noticed the smile on your face.

"Okay, but I have one proposition," you started playfully, biting your lower lip.

Echo nodded, signaling for you to continue.

"Well, if I were to date someone, I would like to look at the person who I am going to be going out with beforehand," you spontaneously confessed, a hopeful grin on your lips.

Echo sighed inwardly, knowing this moment was inevitable sooner or later. He raised both hands towards his helmet, his left hand gripping underneath while his scomp provided support. "Alright, but I'm warning you now, I'm not much to look at," he warned earnestly before removing his helmet with a faint hiss.

You gazed up at him, pleasantly surprised. He had the features of a clone, yet distinct. His golden brown eyes drew you in, but you noticed his pale skin, not as tanned as usual and had odd bolt type modifications on his head that matches his buzzed hair. He had clearly been in some type of accident. Despite it all, you found him handsome—truly, utterly.

"Yes."

"Yes?" He looked at you, perplexed, his voice notably softer without the helmet.

"Yes, I will go on a date with you."

The date with Echo became one of your best experiences in a long time, if not ever. Exiting the restaurant, you both were clutching your chests, trying to stifle the laughter after Echo's reenactment of something his brother, Fives, once did.

Once the laughter subsided, you glanced at the sky and were surprised to notice how late it had become. "Guess we almost overstayed our welcome," you giggled, noticing the restaurant doors locking behind you.

"Maybe just," Echo chuckled, his helmet comfortably resting by his side. His expression shifted as he noticed his comm device beeping insistently.

"Everything alright?" you asked, curious about the sudden change.

"Yeah, it's just Hunter reminding me that we need to get somewhere early tomorrow, so I shouldn't be too late heading back," he explained softly, giving you an apologetic look. You both had contemplated going to a bar after leaving the restaurant, but you didn't want to be the reason Echo would be late for a mission the next day.

"Not to worry! We can maybe do this again… possibly?" You smiled up at him, hoping for another chance to see him.

"Sounds like another date to me." He smirked, extending his other arm. "Can I walk you home?"

You linked your arm with his, and the two of you headed in the direction of your apartment.

Outside your door, you paused, turning to face Echo, who stood somewhat awkwardly yet respectfully, observing you. "So… this is me," you gestured to your apartment behind you.

Echo nodded silently. Something in him, perhaps his growing comfort around you or the touch of alcohol from the night, led to his next words, setting your heart racing.

"I love your eyes."

His unexpected confession left you wide-eyed, your heart pounding fiercely.

"That's so sweet. Thank you, Echo," you barely whispered, flustered by his unexpectedly cute compliment. Even he blushed at his boldness.

As you reached down to grab your keys, from the corner of your eye, you noticed Echo drawing closer. Just as you raised your head to meet his gaze, his lips landed on yours in a surprising kiss.

Echo instantly stepped back, his eyes wide, almost horrified by his impulsive action. "Sorry! I, I thought you wanted a kiss on the cheek, but as I leaned in, I noticed you grabbing your keys, and you had obviously seen me coming, and I missed entirely—"

Your body felt ablaze as you listened to his endearing ramble. Taking a step toward him, you placed a hand on his shoulder before leaning in and pressing your lips gently against his, hoping you interpreted the situation correctly from tonight.

His rambling ceased, his body stiffening as your lips met. He hesitated for a moment before cautiously responding, his lips warm and gentle against yours. Though his eyes remained open, he didn't pull away as the kiss deepened, tentatively exploring the moment.

A few moments later, you pulled back, your faces still close. "You didn't miss… goodnight," you whispered, your breath brushing against his lips as you entered your apartment, leaving a momentous air lingering between you.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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motivation

@kenkenmaaa requested: do you mind me requesting about reader and him as childhood friends into lovers like super fluffy and sfw pairing: toge inumaki + fem!reader genre: fluff tags//warning: childhood friends turned into lover, toge making an exception by finding away to talk to the only girl he likes note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. also i'm not that well versed in sign language and my sources is this website just saying and hey i popped my toge cherry, i couldn't wait just wanna do it hope you enjoy my nonsense!! <33 i listened to the cover of the only exception by paravi das idky its just so pretty

2008

she didn’t understand it at first.

she sat beside her mother, occasionally nibbling on the biscuit as she listened tentatively to her mother talking to this lady in beautiful, embroidered yukata. she didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to go out to play, she had seen a kid running around earlier. surely, it is much fun to play outside than staying her.

she knew the beautiful lady; she is her mother’s massage client. she had been accompanying her mother since she could start walking and this lady has been a regular. she felt her mother’s hand rested on top of her head, gently caressing her head.

“oh, i didn’t know your toge is as same age as my daughter.”

the beautiful lady looked down at her with a smile, “yes, toge is turning 10 years old today. it’s a shame for our maid however.”

she watched as her mother frowned, throwing a sympathetic look at the lady, “his cursed speech is still out of control?” the lady sighed and nodded, bringing her cup up to her lips. “the maid fractured her bones, we had to sent her back home. that’s our third maid this month.” she heard a ruckus behind and slowly turned to meet a pair of violet eyes peeping from the opened door.

she felt her face getting red when the boy peeped through, waving his hand at her. she smiled and broke a part of her biscuit, holding it out to him.

“toge! what are you doing hiding behind there?”

the lady exclaimed and out of shock she dropped his portion on the floor. the boy shrieked and ran, leaving the ladies with the heavy pitter patter of his feet on the floor. her mother scolded her for the mess which she apologized profusely to her mother and the lady. “i didn’t mean to make a mess,” she helped her mother cleaned up the mess, obviously as said by the lady, the house doesn’t have any maid anymore.

“i’m sorry if toge scared you, y/n. he can’t speak or something bad will happen. we are trying to get it under control. i hope you’ll stay away from him, i don’t want anything to happen to you alright?” the lady caressed her cheeks before excusing himself, escorting her mother to the kitchen with the empty cups. she was still curious of the boy with the violet eyes and the fact that he has the marking on his face. glancing around, she filled her pocket with some of the biscuits and quickly ran out of the door into the hallway. she followed the hall until she reached the end, where there's an open door that leads to the garden. she put on a slipper and headed out.

the boy from earlier was kneeling by the pond with a stick in his hand poking something in the water.

he noticed her immediately and she caught a look of concern on his face. “are you toge?” she asked, stepping closer to the boy. he was glued to the spot, his lips pressed thin. she immediately took a spot next to him, with a smile, she showed him her pocket.

“i got you some biscuits, want to share?” she offered and to her joy, he nodded.

they watched at the water calmed down, reflecting the surrounding on the surface and their faces. when she smiled, he hesitated, terrified to be scolded again, terrified that he might cursed the only person who dared to speak to him. “since you can’t speak, do you know sign language?” she asked, tossing some of the crumbs into the pond. she watched as the boy nibbled on the biscuit before shaking his head, his long blonde hair tossed around with every shake.

so, she taught him.

“i don’t know a lot actually, but i went to school and we have a teacher who’s mute and she taught me how to say yes and no,” she explained, helping toge with his fingers. holding out his index and middle finger, she motioned him to tap the thumb while shaking her head. when he followed her, she was beaming happily, “that’s how you say no. good job! okay, now, this is how you say yes.” she held her hand up in a fist, holding it at about her shoulder height and motioned it up and down while nodding.

all this while the two mothers stood from far, watching the wholesome scene unfolding with laughing and gesturing and to lady inumaki’s surprise, her son was laughing.

“i hope my daughter isn’t being bothersome to you and your son, my lady,” her mother apologized.

“i haven’t seen him laugh in a while,” lady inumaki confessed to the mother, “he’s always afraid of being close to someone. we can’t even bring him to therapist to deal with the stress, he can’t talk.” lady inumaki laughed nervously. she could see the stress on the lady’s face, and she understood her, from a worried mother to another.

“i can always bring her by if that would’ve help you, my lady.”

“please, thank you. i’ll include this in the payment for the weekly massages too,” lady inumaki bowed in grateful. the mother looked embarrassed, shaking her head, “it’s okay, my lady. you only pay me for my service. my daughter is not apart of it. she just likes having a friend around.”

she did, she enjoyed being the only friend that toge can leaned on to.

2018

“you got your cough spray?”

his fist moved up and down, she couldn’t see it but behind the high collar, she knew he was smiling. checking his pocket, he pulled out the said item, shaking the full bottle, “shake,” he said, reaching for her hand, rubbing it gently.

“don’t push yourself to hard,” she reminded sternly, watching as his hand slithered down. their palm touched and toge slipped his fingers between the gap between her own. she could see the smile in his eyes as he laughed, pinching her cheek. she never failed to get nervous when he touched her, even after knowing each other for many years, even after they started dating, she still gets butterflies for him.

she remembered when exactly that she realised that she’s totally in love with him.

the same spot in the garden where he surprised her by signing to her. he didn’t cover the lower part of his face; she could see the snake and fang marking on his face and he looked handsome today. she was distracted by that until she realised his hands were moving. “hello, you’re early!” he signed.

she gasped, dropping her bag on the ground before sitting beside him cross legged. “you learned sign language? when? why didn’t you tell me, i could’ve help you?” he nodded, pointing to a book on his lap. introduction to sign language. flipping through the books, she noticed the folded edges, his notes and scribbles, the book looked worn out. he must’ve been taking the class for a long time.

“just few months. i caught up fast. i learnt it so we can talk.”

she huffed, “you don’t have too. i can still understand our conversation.”

“i don’t want to talk ingredients with you,” he signed, a small teasing smile appear on his face, “how can i tell you that i like you with rice ball ingredient?”

she scoffed, “you’re joking.” she watched as the blonde man shook his head. opening the book, he pulled a yellow sticky note off the front page and placed it in her hand. it looked old and smudged but she could make out the date. it was dated few months ago, just as he said when he started taking the class. behind the sticky note was a picture of her. she could feel her face warming up and she looked up, unable to string any words into a sentence.

“they asked everyone what is the motivation that made us take the classes. i told them that there’s a girl i want to be able to say that i like her.” he pointed to the picture, “that’s the girl i’m in love with.”

she could feel tears pooling on the corner of her eyes. she laughed, glancing away to secretly wipe her tears away, “you’re lying. don’t you dare lie to me”

“i don’t,” he signed, crossing both of his hands together. “okaka,” he negated using their made-up language. she let out of snort, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

“well, i like you too, toge.”

a gentle squeeze of her hand brought her back to the future. “takana?” he asked, worry look etched on his face as he closed their distance. “i was just thinking of when you first tell me that you like me. it’s been a while, isn’t it?” she noticed his agitation, he kept glancing backward and her face scrunched in question. turning around, she noticed noritoshi and mai walking towards them. squeezing his hand, he let go of the hold on her hand heavily, she smiled and told him that she’ll be back in a minute.

“y/n,” noritoshi called, “they are calling for a meeting soon.”

“yeah, stop fraternising with the enemy,” mai chimed in.

she gave a dismissive wave of her hand with a cheerful smile, “i’ll be there soon. i’m just wrapping up some things,” she bowed her head slightly and her eyes followed as they walked back from they came from, disappearing through the woods. she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to see toge standing behind her.

“do they know we are engaged?”

she rested her weight on one of her legs, crossing her arms across her chest, huffing, “they don’t even know we are dating. okay, maybe they suspected something. you don’t exactly go to home one semester break, got engaged and come back to school and expect me to share that with them.” the blonde chuckled, shrugging his shoulder.

“do you tell your friends?”

“they know we are dating. i haven’t tell them about our engagement yet.”

“i want to keep you to myself for a while, can i?” she asked.

he could see the sparkles in her eyes, as she batted her eyes with a small pout. his finger traced her jaw, hooking onto her chin, tilted her head up slightly. unzipping his collar, she couldn’t help her giddiness as he pressed his lips against hers. something about being able to see him whole, as him, not as the cursed speech user is something she cherished the most. fluttering her eyes opened, they met his beautiful eyes. his lips moved, silently mouthed an okay to her. she nodded, helping him zipped up the collar in place. satisfied that it’s in place, he caressed her cheeks to thank her before excusing himself.

“see you later!”

she waved and he watched as the giddy girl skipped her way out of the wood the same way the rest of them came from earlier. he jammed his hands in his pocket and turned around walking the opposite way of her, thanking god he could hide his blushing face under the high collar.

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racketballz · 3 years

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Okay, so if the girls did a reality tv show just about there life’s and what they’re doing ( like the kardashains ) do you think they’ll except doing it and would it show another side of the girls the town hasn’t seen? How do you think it’ll play out..?

Oh it’d definitely be a gag situation I think itd be so funny omg honestly what a good drawing prompt but i think it’d probably be like blossom saying it’s a good idea for their public image (idk maybe there was a ppg scandal that blossom feels nervous about) to do a show bubbles would be really into it buttercup would hate it like shoves cameras out of her face and stuff. I think that filming it blossom would do something like show her school and everyday life in the most boring blossom way possible and then they producers use it and edit it to be something it’s not and shes appalled “I never said that!!!!” When it seems blossom is like making fun of teachers and students or like bubbles or something

Bubbles: how could you! 🥺

blossom: I never said that you were there behind the camera remember!

Bubbles: oh yeah 😗!

The show reads as blossom is actually cattier than she seems! “Everything nice! What a joke! Our red headed leader caught red handed being a total bitch!” How unexpected blossom totally freaks out and called the people running the show and the producers are like calm down calm down! The ratings for the show are amazing dont you worry! This is just standard television!

bubbles I think would have so much fun with it I think showing her closet off and closet off and actually I think it would be interesting if she wasn’t dating anyone? OR OR if she was dating boomer they completely just cut him out of the show even tho he’s like a huge part of what she was showing off 😭 sorry boomer PFT Sorry dating is not good for television so they tell them to break up LMAO

But I think what theyd do to her is put in a bunch of bleeps like she was cursing like ALOT LIKE EVERY SENTENCe theres a word censored and bubbles like I-I-??????? Never said that I curse sometimes…. B-but not this much ??? What 😭😭😭!! “SUGAR more like SAILOR! Bubbles the sweetest of the trio swears so much it puts them to shame! Who knew such a cute girl would curse up a storm like this!”

Buttercup is thoroughly enjoying this probably buttercup is a watcher of trash television so this is fun for her. Fortunately for her tho buttercup has the worst public image of the 3 the least curated and those 2 problems blossom and bubbles ran into WOULDNT be suprise for the public to see. (She also didn’t give them nearly enough footage to work with) so maybe they stalk her or something? and she either get caught doing something that’s completely true and out of character or something else I was thinking was maybe her being portrayed as a complete weenie who whines and cries a lot and she’s very sensitive!! Showing pictures of her crying when in reality she was wiping her eyes or something with a head line like buttercup more like BABYCUP WHAT A BABY!! The head strong of the three is gonna give herself a headache from all that crying she does! Time to put her to bed ( I don’t know I’m sorry I only know early 2000s reality tv and Love island commentary) I honestly think this doesn’t hit hard enough compared to her sisters tho

SOOOO (not to bring rrb into this I was really trying to avoid them) on their stalking escapade they find buttercup and butch are caught together often!

Buttercup watching the show: 👁👄👁 🍿🤌 (stops eating)

is buttercup actually secretly meeting up with butch jojo! Huhhh????? I thought they were enemies!? is something going on between them behind closed doors.

The rrb tuning in from their couch staring at butch 👁👄👁🍿 …..

boomer is upset because THEY SAID I HAD TO KEEP MY RELATIONSHIP SECRET WHYS HE ALLOWED TO BE IN ONE!!!

Buttercup and butch are just friends but in secret because theyve recently bonded over some hobbies they have but have to convince everyone they’re in fact not dating but no one believes them

Now you got preteens shouting at them they’re their favorite ship on the side of the road lmao

#I’m sorry this is so long

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forrests-waterfall · 3 years

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Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

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This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

#can you tell I rushed the end?? aa #I’m not very proud of this one but I’m tired and wanted to get it out lmao #age regression #agere #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #sfw agere #dream smp #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #Tommyinnit #sbi #little tommy #little tommyinnit #CG sbi #caregiver sbi #CG Wilbur #CG Techno #CG Philza

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zorria · 3 years

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Here’s the full interview from Newtypes august edition magazine about Cursed by light. It’s long but there’s a lot of info in it but the interview is very nice and worth the read!

(Thanks to FKS for the translation)

On a fateful day of summer 2019, Ikeda, a producer and the editor had a discussion. The three had an idea for the movie and sent it to Nakaba who then submitted them a storyboard. They worked out the script from there. The fun thing is, Dahlia and Dubs weren't in the idea; the trio only wanted to talk about Mel and Zel brothers. As for the enemy, it was some kind of fantastic one in their minds. Meaning they weren't thinking of the SD. In fact, they had no idea what was becoming of her in the original work. That was why they were shocked to see her appear in the rough drafts.

they also added Hawk and Wild bit in the movie in addition to making a few changes to adapt the story into animation.

As for his favorite character, Ikeda says Gerheade, but she's a sub-character... He also likes every main character but if he had to pick one, it'd be Elizabeth. In the season 3, the one he started participating in making, Elizabeth grew. She used to be protected by Mel until that point but she starts fighting to protect him. Ikeda liked that change in their relationship.

Regarding the memorable episode, he says it's Mael's reveal one. He had trouble but also enjoyed making it. After all, other stories were developing concurrently to this one, so he did some rearrangements and got hung up on it.

The last question is about the charm of the Sins. Ikeda says if he had to say it, it would lie in their characters. They have their own elements of surprise and pasts, and really stand out. He uses Escanor as an example, he says the Sin, with a strong individuality, grew to become a comrade in turns and the bar is raised no matter what with the last comrade.

Yuki kaji’s interview

To him, the point of interest is the brothers who had been apart for a long time. He also adds that since they have their own partners, those relationships are also worth seeing. He mentions the scene, present at the start, where Zeldris is such a cute spoiled brat. It was something fresh for the VA to voice such a character, and he thinks Mel must be happy seeing it. It was a very heart-warming moment for the VA.

- Rather than Zeldris having changed with the TV anime ending, he thinks the Commandment of Piety is free of duty and is back to his former self. Him being toyed with by Gelda is a hnnnnng moment for Kaji.

- Kaji didn't change anything between the series and the movie because the movie's timing overlapped with that of the series's final stage and the characters themselves haven't particularly changed. That said, Mel and Zel have been present in the movie from start to finish so it was less simple for the VA.

- Kaji did simultaneous recordings of two casts wherever he could in the series. But for the movie, he voiced them over two days, one for Zeldris then another for Meliodas. He also did the recordings the day before this whole thing for the series, so that made it three days.

- He voiced Zel with Gelda's VA on the first day then Mel with Eli's VA on the second. He also voiced Mel while listening to Zel he did the day before. It was a wonderful sensation for him. He also says there was some kind of limiter in his brain, perhaps instinctual and it was confusing. Despite that difficulty, as the two characters' joint fight is also a big point of interest, he put his feelings behind to concentrate on the postrecording.

SDS ended with the SD, Dahlia and Dubs shrouded in a veil of mystery but Kaji expected no less of Nakaba who took these mysteries, which all the fans noticed, to the movie. He thinks this is the drama that nicely complements the series, so well that he almost spontaneously suspected "since when did Nakaba think of making the denouement in this form?"

- The ending of a TV series would tend to have many serious spots no matter what, but for SDS, scenes that make you giggle and pleasant and thrilling portrayals are one of its charmpoints. A lot of preparation was done to pruduce these elements, and Kaji wondered if they would get people to feel like this is SDS-like.

- When Asked about whether the final episode of the series was moving, Kaji says he didn't feel a lot since he had to act during the recording. There was an exchange in the studio going like "This is the final episode but it doesn't feel like that." That might have been because the VAs didn't record concurrently due to the coronavirus. When the last line was recorded and he heard the postrecording was finished, he took on the reality that the cast of SDS that Nakaba drew was over. He was overflowing with sadness.

- Kaji is asked to send a message to the fans who share his feelings of sadness. The TV series could reach its end without a hitch and even the second movie could materialize, and the VA is really full of gratitude for all that. The work that is SDS is over but he believes the characters will always live in our hearts. He wants people to look back upon the work many times, so being able to transmit such a beautiful story together is a bliss.

- If he were to tell something to Meliodas, Kanji would tell him to flirt with Eli as much as he likes. After all, Mel fought to be together with her. Now that the painful and harsh battle is finished, he wants Mel to thoroughly spend happy times with Eli.

#nanatsu no taizai #nnt spoilers #nnt manga #meliodas #seven deadly sins #nnt #zeldris #sds #elizabeth #gelda #cursed by light

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 3 years

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Everyone Knows (pt 1)

AN: This has not been edited, let me know anything y'all see and SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE

Warning: Just some curse words I believe

Stiles, Scott and y/n had known each other for a long time. They had gone to school together since kindergarten, however they didn’t all really become friends until the second grade. While Scott and Stiles had already met, y/n was upset that no one would play with her. So she was sitting by herself on a bench when Stiles and Scott came over to ask her to play. Ever since then, they were all inseparable. While Stiles and Scott were always labeled troublemakers, y/n was always the one that seemed to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Although she would tag along most on most of their adventures, she was much more of a bookworm and homebody.

However, after their adventure the day before sophomore year started, y/n really wished she had stayed home more often. Dealing with the normal teen drama was enough, let alone now with all the supernatural stuff. Having werewolf/banshee/hunter friends and fighting for their lives all the time was really draining and pretty distracting. At some point between the fighting for their lives and trying to not fail high school, Stiles and y/n ended up having feelings for each other...and everyone one knew except for them. Even Lydia’s meddling couldn’t get the two oblivious teenagers to figure it out.

“Hey guys!” y/n said walking up to Stiles and Scott.

“Hi y/n/n!” Scott said, giving her a hug.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Stiles smiled at the girl.

Stiles always called y/n by cute little pet names. It literally made their friends sick and made everyone else think they were together. The two always acted like it was ludicrous that people believed they were dating, even though to everyone else it so clearly looked like they did.

Scott groaned internally at the pair, “Ready for English guys?”

The day passed slowly, as it normally does when no supernatural stuff was happening. At lunchtime, the group was all sitting together chatting about nothing in particular.

“Well, you know what, I think this supernatural quiet time calls for a party!” Lydia said, matter-of-factly.

“I actually agree with you on this Lyds. We definitely need some unwinding in our lives. I’m tired of waiting for the next crazy thing to happen!” y/n said, surprising the whole group.

“Well if the introvert agrees that we need a party, so it shall be. Friday, my house, 9pm. Spread the word lovers!” She said, and was off, surely to begin planning.

Later on in Sociology y/n and Stiles were talking about the party, “I cannot believe you agreed with Lydia about this party, very un-y/n-like.”

“Well, it’s true. I’m tired of always waiting for the other shoe to drop. We deserve to let loose and have a good time for once.” y/n exclaimed.

“Ooooooh are we going to get to see drunk y/n for the first time in our lives?”

“Shut up. I’m not promising anything, but I want to have fun. I want us alllll to have a good time, we need it.”

“I agree with you, I’m just surprised.”

“Well I hope it’s at least a good surprise!”

Stiles laughed at her, more than ready for the party on Friday. He was thinking maybe he’d finally have enough balls to tell her how he feels. That was exactly Lydia’s plan from the beginning as well. Their friends were sick of their oblivious nature, they just wanted the two to be happy. It was like they were actively avoiding it.

Finally it was Friday and everyone was getting ready for the big party. Allison and y/n were getting ready at Lydia’s after helping her set everything up.

“Sooo are you going to confess your feelings to Stiles finally tonight, or?” Allison asked y/n.

“Come on, I expect this from Lydia...but not you. Will you guys just leave it alone? It’s not happening.”

“It’s only not happening because you two refuse to be fucking happy! You literally are so meant to be yet neither of you will admit it!” Allison tried to convey how everyone else had been feeling.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Seriously, can we drop it?” y/n asked, this was not the relaxing time that she had been wanting.

“Honey, you both like each other, okay? That’s all we’re trying to say. We want you to be happy, both of you. You both are important to us.” Lydia said, trying to soothe the mood.

“I know, you guys always say that. I don’t want to ruin our friendship though. I know you guys said he feels the same way, but I just can’t risk it, I won’t.”

The other girls nodded in response and the trio finished getting ready for the night. People started arriving and the girls went their separate ways, greeting different groups. y/n felt bad for the conversation earlier, but she was just upset about how she felt about Stiles. She didn’t want to fuck up their friendship, but she knew she couldn’t keep this up. It was stressing her out and clearly her friends as well. Although she knew better, she grabbed her first drink of many for the night.

When Stiles arrived, he did a quick check around the room for y/n, but then got nervous and decided against it. He told Scott he was finally going to tell her how he felt, but he already felt like he was going to throw up and he hadn’t seen her yet. He was nervous about ruining the friendship, even though everyone else told him she felt the same way. He cared about her so much, he knew that he would do absolutely anything for her, but he just didn’t know what to do. So he grabbed his first drink of the night.

#stiles x y/n #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf #send me ideas

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marypsue · 2 years

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I saw this on a blog and I wasn’t tagged, but it’s been a rough one lately so I figured, what the hell, and stole it. That’s right. I’m a hardened, dangerous criminal. Ladies, hold on to your hearts.

WIP Meme: List the titles/filenames/descriptions of your WIPs and tell us a little bit about them/wail about them/beg for inspiration/whatever you want! Then tag some people for a no-obligation mutual wailing/cheering/complaining session!

In order of probable proximity to publication:

Something Borrowed, Something Blues (aka ‘Reincarnation Blues 2: Electric Blues-galoo’): This one’s actually already posted to AO3. It was the last of my great ‘post each chapter as you write it’ projects and, well, it’s currently demonstrating why that’s a dangerous way to post fanfiction, as it’s been on unannounced and indefinite hiatus since 2020. I do intend to come back and finish it, it’s just...been a time.

the road goes ever on (aka ‘the monster longfic’ or ‘the monster Stranger Things longfic’): This beast is finally drafted! ...annnnnd needs a few structural edits and a looot of nitpicking before anybody else’s eyeballs are allowed on it. What started out as a fun silly immediately-post-season-three canon-divergence AU romp about Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley getting superpowers and also having to deal with an alien monster imprinting on them both like a duckling quickly ballooned into a horrific mutant hybrid of that story, a here-is-every-problem-I-had-with-the-season’s-characterisation coda to s3, and an extended-Labyrinth-reference narrative arc all about El dealing with grief and guilt and coming to terms with everything she’s lost in exchange for her freedom. I promise it’s still going to be fun, though. Totally.

put your curse in reverse (aka ‘superpowers fic season two’): The sequel to the kids aren’t alright, aka ‘the one where (nearly) all the main characters from Stranger Things have powers and (nearly) none of them know it’. Season two, but with some additional characters stirred into the mix, many friendships that weren’t present in canon s2, and at least one bonus love-triangle-to-polyamorous-triad subplot. This beast is nearly drafted, and if I could figure out why I keep feeling like it’s stupid and I’ve gone horribly wrong, and whether that feeling is accurate or just a natural low in the writing cycle, I could probably finish it off in a couple of weeks. Unfortunately...I can’t yet figure out if it’s actually stupid and I’ve gone horribly wrong. Writing is hard.

how many times do you want to die (aka ‘groudhog day but it’s halloween and every time bob newby dies it gets faster’): Absolutely nobody asked for this and you’re getting it anyway. Time loop fic for my beloved pool noodle Joyce/Bob/Hopper because there is nowhere near enough fic for them, I’m actively recruiting, and also I just think Bob Newby is neat. And I've had some additional characterisation thoughts since the last time I wrote for this trio. This one would be done already if I could just figure out this final loop - the characters have a plan, and obviously narratively it has to go wrong somehow, and the solution to that ‘going wrong somehow’ has to also resolve the romantic plot, but I’m still mired in the details. I don’t want to just rehash what happened in canon, but I also don’t want to reinvent the wheel.

why can’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday: This one doesn’t have a funny working title because the actual title, from notable 80s OT3 anthem ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ by New Order, fell into my head fully formed the instant I conceived of this idea. Bodyswap fic, Steve/Nancy/Jonathan, post-s3. Fix-it for all of their interpersonal problems and not a whole lot else. Fun subplot that the kids are all bodyswapped as well but the teens don’t notice. I have just run out of scenarios to write into scenes and oomph to keep going, so this one’s on a backburner.

the same small town in each of us (aka ‘relativity falls but it’s stranger things’): Ageswap AU of season one of Stranger Things where the kids are the teens, the teens are the adults, and the adults are the kids. Hawkins Chief of Police Nancy Wheeler and single father Jonathan Byers search for a missing girl and uncover a government conspiracy, while twelve-year-old Karen Harrington and Jim Hopper hunt a monster, and seventeen-year-old Mike Harrington and Will Byers try to help a psychic fugitive rescue her long-lost little sister from the Hawkins National Lab. I’ve recently had a revelation about one of the antagonists that I think is gonna be really good, but it means I have to do a little rethinking of what I’ve already written. And also, I’m still trying to piece together the plot between what I’ve already written and the ending I have in mind. Like I said before, I don’t want to just rehash canon, but with different faces in different places. Even in rewrites of canon, I want to surprise people!

Le Morte d’Artificial Intelligence (aka ‘lesbian apocalypse robot tony stark, serial numbers filed off edition’): I posted about this piece of original fiction a million years ago (read: in spring 2020), and then did not finish it because I got really into Stranger Things and had to put everything on hold to exorcise the monster longfic from my brain first. I do still have the entire thing outlined, though, and I’m going to finish it. It’s not going to be a novel, maybe more like a novella, and I’m planning to put it up for free. If you’re interested in an artificial intelligence falling in love with a changeling who doesn’t realise she’s not a human woman, and also there are eldritch horrors that can only be defeated by the power of friendship and Ke$ha, and King Arthur is there? Stay tuned.

circus luna: I’ve been working on this kids-on-bikes novel about an evil circus and the group of friends who have to oppose it for literally over a decade now and only just figured out how it ends. Knowing how it ends is the first step to actually plotting and outlining it, though, which is just one step away from drafting it, which is one step away from finishing it, so! I am grateful to the monster longfic and also the hollow, abandoned carcass of Kate Summer Vs. The Multiverse for teaching me, respectively, how to and how not to write a novel.

I’m going to tag @marzipanandminutiae, @astriiformes, @gretchensinister, @bixxelated, and @trulyalpha to do this one as well, but if you have WIPs and you’d like to steal this meme as I stole it, please do!

#chatter

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