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rayewritesfantasy · 1 year

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15 Questions

Thank you @thewriteflame for tagging me, sorry I didn't get this done sooner.

For this I have decided to make two separate posts, each focusing on one of the two main characters from Sea of Stars.

This will be the Juliet version, and I'll do Tynan afterwards.

Additional note: The Social Butterfly is a fictional blog which Juliet's sister subscribes to within Sea Of Stars. I thought it would be fun for Juliet and Tynan to appear as interview subjects on there after the events of the story.

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The woman who walks in to the study room I rented in Edinburgh Central Library is somebody who has appeared on countless news articles, talk shows and interviews since the news of the so-called Hidden World of myths, monsters and magic became a known part of what everybody thought was just a mundane world with jobs and taxes and worrying about putting food on the table.

She smiles and waves at me, like we're old friends instead of merely strangers meeting for the first time after a few emails and a quick video chat to co-ordinate this interview. She walks with purpose and I rise to shake her hand as soon as she gets within range. Her grip is firm, palms slightly rough and I note the dirt beneath her thumb nails.

Juliet Northwood is magnetic in the way she holds your gaze. Wavy chestnut hair, tied half off her face, eyes that seem to gleam golden in the sunlight streaming in, and an almost imperceptible smattering of freckles across her nose. A feature I never noticed in all my research for The Social Butterfly, a popular student blog run by myself and three others.

Our readers submit the questions when we announce our next guest.

"Beautiful weather, isn't it?" She asks as she adjusts her floaty skirt into the chair.

"Yes, unseasonably warm as well." I agree as I find a blank page in my notebook.

"Shall we just begin?" She asks, a touch of awkwardness in her smile as she plays with her right sleeve.

"Oh, of course. If there's anything at all you don't feel comfortable answering, you just let me know and we'll move on."

She nods as I click my pen.

Are you named after anyone?

She smiles, leaning forward on her hands, "Oh, not anybody real! My brother chose my name because he likes Shakespeare. He intended it to be spelled the French way. J-U-L-I-E-T-T-E. But my father, who actually filed my birth certificate spelled it without the extra T-E."

I nod my acknowledgement as I scribble the answer down.

When was the last time you cried?

That seems to strike her as funny because she chuckles, tucking an escaping strand of hair back behind her ear. "Last night. I was watching The Longest Ride with my husband. Got to the part where Ira passes away and wept like a baby. These kinds of film always get to me."

Do you have kids?

Her fingers tighten just a little where they've come to rest on the table. "No. I can't have them."

The answer is direct and I take the unspoken direction to move on.

Do you use sarcasm?

She grins at that, all awkwardness from my last question gone.

"No, I would never. Why would you think that?"

The tone drips with sarcasm and I can't help but snort with amusement.

Fair enough.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

She sits back, considering it as she sips the coffee placed in front of her. "Usually I notice their expression. If they're smiling or frowning. If they look tired. It helps to know what kind of person you're going to end up talking with and how you should proceed, no?"

I have the sudden urge to ask what exactly she gathered from my face when we first had a chat on a video call three days ago, a precaution on her part, so she would know who to look out for today.

But I'm being paid to interview her for a new section aimed at curious young people who want to know more about the witch who possibly saved the world. And such questions aren't going to earn my pay.

What's your eye colour?

She blinks as though taken aback, "Um, I think they're hazel? Tynan says so anyway."

She leans forward, widening them so I can see.

"Oh yeah, hazel. But they have gold around the iris. That's really cool." I tell her, hoping it isn't weird to say so.

She nods, "Yours are pretty too!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, always. Life has enough drama without movies being dismal too, don't you think?"

I laugh at how earnestly she says it, but assure her that I do totally agree.

Any special talents?

"Aside from the obvious?"

I nod, hoping that we won't be thrown out for a display of magic inside a library.

"Oh! I'm a good baker. I make bread and sweet treats as gifts for everybody I know. Nobody has complained yet."

Where were you born?

"France. Just outside Marceille. A neighbour helped my mother through labour."

Well, that raises some questions that she never signed up to answer. But I stick with the ones I have written down.

What are your hobbies?

She has an almost childish glee at this one, "I love gardening. I was repotting herbs before I came here this morning. I mentioned the baking already, so there's that.

That explains the soil under her nails.

"And I scrapbook. I find it really helpful to gather my thoughts at the end of the day, and it's nice to make little memories of the nice things. I also love fiction and crossword puzzles. All kinds of cozy things really."

Have you got any pets?

She gives me a smile like she's letting me in on some great joke, "No, but I do have my husband."

Ah yes, the infamous Tynan. He has been known to do some unusual things when he gets bored of being interviewed. I'm mildly concerned what he has planned when I talk to him after we get done here.

What sports do you play/have you played?

"I used to play tennis against my best friend when we would holiday with her grandparents in Cornwall. It was always fun, even though she always won. Does hiking count? I do a lot of walking around Scotland. Just seeing the sights, you know?"

How tall are you?

She shrugs, "5 foot 7. Just a few inches above average. I wouldn't want to be taller or shorter though. This is a comfortable size to hug people."

Favourite subject in school?

"Ah, well I didn't go to a conventional school, but when I went to lessons at the campsites, I always loved astronomy and literature the best. The stars have so many secrets and writers have a magic all of their own. Both are wonderful things."

Dream job?

She ponders it for so long that I think she expects me to move on, even though this is the last question.

"I think I'd like to be a gardener. I could sell my little seedlings and plants. And maybe even make different things for holidays. It would be nice." She decides at last.

I smile at her as I finish writing my notes. "Well, that was all of the readers questions. Thank you for doing this."

She waves an elegant hand, "No need to thank me. It was fun. The questions were unexpected. Thank you for having me."

"Any advice on my impending interview with your husband?" I ask in what I hope is a joking tone.

She sobers a little, her smile just a little tighter. "Do not thank him. You don't want him thinking you might owe him something. He swore to me he'd behave, but don't risk it, okay?"

A little daunted, I accept her hug and watch her wave as she walks back towards the door.

Thanks for reading, hope this was as enjoyable to read as it was to write. I'm looking forward to doing the Tynan one now.

Tynan version here:

#oc #wip #juliet northwood #tynan #character interview #this was really fun

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board-local · 8 months

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A Conversation on the Chairlift:

Last year, I was chatting with one of my good friends on the chairlift at who asked me, “if you could do anything you wanted for a job, what would it be?” After thinking about it, I told him I’d love to go snowboarding at a bunch of different resorts and showcase them to the snowboarding community. Then I thought to myself, what am I waiting for? I don’t have to be doing it as my full-time job to start doing it as a hobby. Ever since 2nd grade when I received my first snowboard, I’ve been hooked. It's always been a passion of mine, and I want to share this snowboarding journey with anyone and everyone who wants to tune in.

My goal with this project is to snowboard every resort in Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana. I also have resorts in other states I’d like to sprinkle in occasionally, but the Mountain West is my main focus. This will definitely be a multi-year project, but I’m excited to get started! I hope to show the snowboarding community that there are tons of fun alternatives to shelling out $250 for a day pass at Park City (but hey, if that’s what you’re after, it’s an amazing resort).

I plan to create a short video and an accompanying blog for each resort I visit. The blog will focus on my favorite runs, details of the mountain, and provide some personal recommendations of things I would want to know about each resort if I were a reader. The video will provide an insider look at the resort, facilities, and various types of terrain and give the viewer an idea of how the mountain rides. Although the video will almost exclusively be self-filmed by me, my goal is to showcase the mountain, not myself.

I intend these resources to be kind of like a cheat-sheet for people to know what resorts they should give a shot, plus what to do once they get there. I also want to focus on the ROI (Return on Investment). In other words - how much you get out of the resort compared to the amount you spend on a lift ticket. I want to highlight the best deals in the Mountain West.

Who am I? Are you sure you want to know? My story is not for the faint of heart… 🕷️ My name is Matt Holyoak. I’m a husband and father in my late 20s. My career has primarily been focused on supply chain management, government affairs, economic development, and non-profit work. I currently help run the Corporate Affairs department for a privately-owned consumer goods company. My wife and I also founded a non-profit called ‘Sunrise After Suicide’ where we help families in the aftermath of a suicide. I’ve got too many hobbies to list, but paramount to them all is my love for being outdoors where I love nothing more than snowboarding.

I’ve been snowboarding for over two decades now, and it’s been a passion of mine throughout my whole life. Some of the best moments of my young life were on the mountain with my childhood friends. In high school, we successfully petitioned our school administrators to bring back the ski club after it was cut. We helped plan and organize multiple snowboard trips with some amazing adult volunteers. I worked my way through college as a snowboard instructor at a small resort where I taught hundreds of people the basics of snowboarding. I was also the student T.A. for my college ski club which is where I started dating my wife. I’m going on 3 years of being a mentor for the Chill Foundation which is an amazing youth development program Burton put together in the form of a non-profit foundation. In my teenage years and early 20s my friends and I enjoyed competing in local snowboard competitions. Although I’m a little more of a snowboard nut than most people, I’m mostly just a guy who loves to snowboard and wants to find the best places to go!

I felt like it was necessary for my readers to understand who I am as a person, but that’s more than enough about me! The last thing I’d like to say in this introductory article is that I’d love to hear from my readers! If you have a strong opinion about a resort, please share it with me.

#snowboarding #snowboard #mountains #ski resorts

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hrkrkrwpfrbrbrlablblblblwhitooap · 1 year

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(i did actually hyperfixate on tom in august of 2021 as well, i just figured that was unimportant as making the point of a dormant hyperfixation becoming active again wasn't gonna change anything). also no offense and god bless amen but there's a big difference between tom taking a break in regards to main channel videos, and tom scott plus. as previously mentioned, plus videos are likely quite anxiety inducing (and time consuming!) regarding whatever it is he's doing and are not his main focus so. yeah. he's gonna take a longer break in regards to that channel. like is this only making sense to me or

i don't mean to come across as argumentative, i truly don't! unfortunately this is just how my personality is sometimes. when i said "don't dunk on tom..." i was mostly speaking in regards to the anon who made the confession (?) in the first place. things you might not know has been going on for almost 10 years. tom quite literally said himself (likely with different words, the video i'm referring to is no longer on his channel) that the series has more or less run it's course and will become an irregular series in april of 2024 (if i remember the dates correctly). so, like i said, it makes complete sense that newer videos are likely not to par with 2017-2019 videos. and like. sure. it all comes down to preference. but when people are still consistently subscribing, and tom hits 1 million views (or more!) on a new main channel upload in one day, the opinion that his content isn't as appealing anymore is likely an unpopular one

i agree that tom should branch out more in regards to where he films. and like you said yourself, it's unfortunately likely language barrier + filming-in-public laws issues. tom schedules when he films his videos waaaay in advance it seems, e-mailing whoever he needs to e-mail like. at the absolute very least a few weeks in advance. for all we know, he could be scheduling to record videos in the three continents he hasn't filmed in right now as a last hurrah for things you might not know! he might not, and we shouldn't necessarily get our hopes up, but he might want the series to more or less retire with videos from places he's never been to before

the criticisms are valid, i just think it's a bit silly to complain over the quality of his content (in regards to the level of professionalism, not location) when he's uploaded every single week for the past almost-decade. like, be grateful he doesn't upload once a month y'know?

1) Tom has said himself multiple times that TS+ has basically become the main channel now in terms of the effort he's putting in, and given that he's decided to wind down the actual main channel, I assume it's only going to become more prominent going forward. Given that, I disagree with the sentiment that it's something he'd disregard so much as to walk away from it for (so far) two and a half months, nearly a quarter of the year, unless something has gone wrong behind the scenes to delay the return well beyond the intended date.

2) I think you are still failing to grasp my point that him saying the main channel format has run its course and he's done all he can do with it is in fundamental contradiction to the fact that it literally has not touched over half the globe yet. Some things you'll start to notice if you follow a lot of Tom's content (over periods much longer than two years) is that he tends to make up some very arbitrary rules for how to Do Content and then hold himself to them for no real reason, and he has a tendency to disavow or even delete anything he made more than about three years ago (with a very small number of exceptions). He's used the ten-year limit as an arbitrary rule for doing content before (Europlop) and this decision, to me, has the vibes of being driven more by these two factors than by an actual objective assessment of the situation. At the end of the day, whatever, it's his choice, but I feel like I have a right to be disappointed that he's making this decision instead of using the momentum he has to start branching out more.

3) It's worth noting that the sub count and views have both been heavily affected by the fact that he won the algorithm lottery with the garlic bread into space video in 2018, partially thanks to a well timed Reddit post. That got over 20M in the first two weeks - far and away his highest view count at the time, and that video is still his second most viewed ever - and there was a clear turning point after that video where his sub count started going up much faster and average video performance went from 100-200K views per video to 500K pretty quickly. (All of these numbers have since been run a lot higher by the 4.5 million subs he's gained in the past five years, but I was there and made note of these analytics as it happened, because they were interesting to me.)

Once you get over that hump to being a popular creator that the algorithm favors, there's sort of a snowball effect: it puts your videos in front of more faces, more people subscribe to you, and those subs give you more views on future videos, which makes the algorithm more likely to put them in front of more faces, etc. Obviously there are some really stupid things you can do that would stop this snowball, like saying "I just want to get dicked down again :/" and leaving forever, but it's a lot easier to keep it going once it's started - i.e. the videos that keep people who already noticed you coming back don't necessarily have to be as good as the one that went viral enough to rope them in to begin with.

All of which is to say: Getting more views and having more subs now than his content got back then doesn't necessarily mean the average person would think it's better content; it just means The Algorithm has decided he's worth putting into more people's feeds (and that YouTube has more users than it did back then - the genZ and genα folks who have gained computer privileges in that time probably watch a lot more YouTube than the old folks who died out of the potential viewer pool, and the pandemic and accompanying push to move all entertainment from linear TV to streaming for many people only exacerbates matters). I think a better metric to get a barometer for how much your audience is enjoying your content is the ratio between view count on a video and sub count on the channel - it's not perfect, but gives you a sense of how likely an existing subscriber is to actually click on the new video and watch it. In late 2018, with ~500K views on most videos in the first few weeks and about 1.5M subs, that was approximately a 1:3 ratio; his recent videos are kinda all over the place but a lot of them are only 1M to 1.5M which (against 5.8M subs) is more like a 1:4 or 1:5 ratio. That would seem to indicate that, while his audience may be larger now, on average they are less dedicated. (To contrast - the lowest of the TS+ videos still hit a view count that is almost 1/2 the subscriber count - ca. 350K views against ca. 800K subs)

I really don't want to get so deep into the rest of this but given he didn't specifically solicit ideas from latam, africa and asia when calling for suggestions for the final year of TYMNK I highly doubt he is planning to branch out any more than usual... and fwiw, making videos every week at the same time is one of those arbitrary rules I was talking about; maybe there is some marginal Algorithm Benefit but there are plenty of channels which upload less frequently or predictably than he does and still do just as well.

#and re. your other message: talk to the people in the replies yourself. I'm not a messenger pigeon and frankly I agree with them.

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hiccanna-tidbits · 2 years

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When the assistant manager at the new corner Italian trattoria cafe discovers that both of the new summer hires are high-energy, loud, fiery, opinionated gingers with personalities strong enough to knock a pizza clean out of the oven, he groans and braces himself for the World’s Most Intense Rivalry. He’s thrown for a loop when the girls become completely inseparable...and the bane of his existence in an entirely different way than he was expecting.

A gift for @ohlooksheswriting! Basically this was a wacky idea that stemmed entirely from Celyn’s autocorrect changing Merida and Anna’s ship name to “Marinara”...and then it somehow led to us making a half-ironic “Merida and Anna both work at a cute Italian cafe and fall in love” AU XD And I simply couldn’t resist making a moodboard (and making myself very hungry for Italian in the process D:).

Some headcanons, just because I can:

They’re both 17ish in this AU

Anna’s favorite gelato flavors are the super-rich and super-extra chocolate-based ones--she especially likes tiramisu, zuppa inglese, stracciatella, and chocolate chip cookie!

She also likes combining chocolate gelato with nut-based flavors, and intends to go through every last chocolate-and-nut combination before the summer’s over

So far she’s done chocolate-and-hazelnut, chocolate-and-pistachio, chocolate-and-walnut, chocolate-and-almond, and chocolate-and-chestnut!

Merida prefers the more sorbet-like “fruity” flavors to go with her personality ehuehuehuehue. She particularly likes lemon, amarena cherry, raspberry, apricot, and frutti di bosco!

She’s also a very big fan of autumn-esque apple-based flavors like apple pie and caramel apple, and is generally bummed that they aren’t circulated through the cafe very often during the summer months

The cafe carries a couple of those weird chocolate-with-hot-peppers-mixed-in flavors, but barely anyone ever orders them. Anna once attempts to eat an entire bowlful with the sole intent of impressing Merida.

It...does not go well. Anna’s mouth is forever scarred, and the variety of pained faces she made while downing the appalling dairy dessert were the absolute height of indignity.

Although Merida ends up being more amused than impressed, she’s genuinely touched that Anna put in such an effort to try and show off to her!

One time a customer tried to be rude to Anna in the gelato line. Merida promptly took the plastic sample spoon she’d been about to give him, bent it back, and flicked him with a face full of run raisin gelato.

Merida nearly got fired for it, but all the other employees (Anna included) threatened to go on strike if she did, because...all things considered, Merida’s probably the most entertaining part of their shifts

Especially for Anna but she’s not ready to have that conversation yet

Speaking of free entertainment, Anna and Merida fully believe that since they work at an Italian cafe, they should develop Italian accents

They both watch a shitton of YouTube video tutorials and Italian TV and develop the most obnoxious and annoyingly stereotypical accents possible

They’re also both LOUD

Oh GOD are they loud

So if you walk into the cafe and hear someone shout “THAT’S A SPICY MEATABALLA!” in the most irritating way possible

Chances are either Anna or Mer are in that day

They truly are the bane of their managers’ existence

Anna WILL make the absolute most of her free and discount lunch vouchers and she WILL try every panini and sandwich the place has to offer if it’s the last thing she ever does

When she and Merida have overlapping lunch breaks, they sometimes will share an extra-long marinara (heh. heh heh heh. heh heh heh heh.) meatball sub

This tradition began because they wanted to share something (tooootally not gay at all) and they were like “well shit, we gotta get the sauce that goes with our hair!”

They also both get very fond associations with marinara sauce because it reminds them of each other’s hair aksajdhpwbfg

But Merida especially will never ever ever admit that because that is SO corny

Appropriately and perhaps unsurprisingly, Anna looooves snacking on fried mozzarella sticks...with marinara sauce

Those bitches are 1000% NOT on the menu (you think that shit is Authentic Italian Cuisine^TM??? I’m betting it came from like...a diner in the American midwest or smth) but they’re pretty easy to make because you essentially just deep fry a cheese stick real quick

Anna takes to making batches during her shifts’ downtime, and of course she shares with Mer

In short they are both Lost In The Sauce

The Sauce, of course, being a metaphor for gay love

Anna is also on a mission to eat as many Fancy Little Personalized Pizzas as she possibly can

She actually prefers a classic cheese pizza (maybe pepperoni if she’s feeling especially zesty) over pizzas with a shitton of toppings BUT

You dun best believe that those cheese pizzas are the most Extra cheese pizzas you have ever seen in your entire life

Like she gets every cheese known to man on them and then some new, undiscovered cheeses not yet known to man

“Anna where did you get that cheese have you been poking around in the Forbidden Cheese Cabinet again”

Then she joyously sprinkles on basil leaves and sage and oregano and any other herb she can get her hands on with the same zest as that one guy from the salting meat meme

Merida makes fun of her for being a pizza snob and Anna always replies with “why I ought to give you a pizza my mind”

Merida ALWAYS hopes Anna will cease usage of this horrible pun

And she’s always wrong

The cafe has a couple balconies on the upper level with some flowerpots, but they’re mostly just decorative. You can’t like. Get a table up there or anything

Doesn’t stop Anna from going up there on her breaks and just hanging out with the potted plants. As one does.

Probably one of the managers is technically in charge of watering/fertilizing the flowers, but the managers have enough on their plates already (no pun intended) and aren’t very good about potted plant upkeep

So naturally Anna takes it upon herself to learn how to care for the flowers and vines and such growing on the balcony, and brings up little cups of water to pour on them XD

She looooves going up to the balconies on her breaks to relax, and she probably has full conversations with the potted plants

I’m betting she gives them all names too

Merida, meanwhile, uses her breaks to come up with hare-brained schemes to steal alcohol because by god she is not about to be kept out of the Italian wine cellar for something as unbelievably stupid as this “being under legal drinking age” nonsense

She also feels she should get started on her calling as a Wine Aunt, and what better place to begin than where they’ve got The Good Shit???

Catch her doing stealth missions into the wine cellar and creeping out with bottles hidden under her flannels

Anna meanwhile can’t stand wine on its own and is much more of a sangria and cocktail kinda gal

(She’s probably tried some at family functions)

When Merida catches wind of this, she starts sneaking ingredients from the cafe’s mini-bar and making Anna little mixed drinks when no one’s looking and bringing them to Anna on her break

She tries to make her a wide variety, too--sangrias, bellinis, palomas, negronis, spritzes, limoncellos, rossinis, proseccos, milano-torinos, puccinis, basically anything she can get away with!

When their breaks overlap, they love to get (a little) drunk together and just gossip about anything and everything

And also show each other funny animal videos, the best on the internet in fact

Both of them, but especially Merida, are usually doing their job at least a little buzzed

On both their last days of work, they start squirting each other with those little sauce squeeze bottles because fuck it, they have nothing left to lose, but THEN

The rest of their coworkers join in and suddenly there’s a huge sauce fight

It probably takes weeks to get all the marinara out of their hair (and oh, the irony of it) but it’s totally worth it

Even after they stop working at the cafe, they make an effort to go out for pizza every Friday at an Italian cafe they have not yet been banned at

Because they were definitely banned at the cafe they worked at

And are on their way to getting banned in every Italian cafe in town with their antics

They make it a personal challenge to get banned at every Italian cafe in town in fact

However one of the absolute dingiest in the farthest and most sketchy part of town absolutely refuses to ban them

Because the staff there have Seen It All customer-wise and simply refuse to let a pair of loud ginger lesbians get the better of them

It’s probably a waitress at this place who makes Mer and Anna finally realize they’re into each other

She’s like “how long have you two been dating?” and they’re like “WE’RE NOT DATING AKDJAVWFOUY” and she’s like “...yeah right”

Every time they come in the same waitress is like “hey are you dating yet” and they pretend to be annoyed but like

If they actually were annoyed they could always stop eating there

But they don’t

And then one day the waitress asks if they’re dating yet

AND THEY SAY YES <3 <3 <3

Pic credits available upon request! I hope you like it Celyn <3

#marinara #merianna #meranna #merida x anna #anna x merida #disney femslash #merida #anna #merida dunbroch #princess anna #rotbtd #rotbtfd #frozen #brave #crossover

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mangomybeloved · 2 years

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I posted 11,225 times in 2022

That's 2,833 more posts than 2021!

50 posts created (0%)

11,175 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 8,289 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#dreamy - 648 posts

#videos - 559 posts

#sent to me - 471 posts

#art - 447 posts

#storytime - 281 posts

#movies - 259 posts

#rb bait - 216 posts

#scooby doo - 191 posts

#writing tropes - 178 posts

#monster tag - 178 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#me nowadays wondering if i have adhd but like thinks maybe im deluding myself so im like well time to put that into a hidden folder in my br

My Top Posts in 2022:

goncharov if the movie ended with sofia proposing to katya with an apple >>>>>>

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no mirrors in the house? long canine teeth? SURELY there is nothing remiss here at all, definitely no vampires in our midst!!

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concept: what if nandor accidentally uses one of his 3 wishes, maybe even his last one to become human?

recently, i’ve been thinking about how nandor has slowly become more disillusioned with being a vampire and being potentially lonely in the future to the point of using his wishes to bring back marwa back to life and yet, he’s still very much not content! and ON TOP OF THAT, he has extremely totally not very gay sexual tension with guillermo and may or may not be denying his feelings for him

now freddie aka guillermo’s boyfriend may be showing up next episode, and i’m thinking this will ramp up nandor’s feelings and jealousy when he watches them content and happy and cute together while he is currently miserable in his own marriage with marwa (sorry marwa babe, feel freee to run away and elope with me, im free friday <3)

and we all know how the djinn loves to take wishes literally word for word and not always how they’re intended, SO i’m thinking what if nandor uses his wishes to wish chaos upon guillermo and freddie and potentially while looking upon guillermo and his boyfriend, wishes to become like them?

and the djinn, POOF, makes nandor a human!

This is more of a theory, but I think it’d be interesting if this were to happen in the show because not only it would have to cause nandor to suddenly be placed into the same playing field as guillermo and marwa, both humans who he adores but have otherwise toyed with unfairly at times, but also have to deal with the consequences of no longer being a vampire and having a shorter life time and what that could mean for what he wants, now that he no longer has eternity to look forward to? I think it would be a neat character arc for Nandor to have

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My #1 post of 2022

today's mood is wishing for a grandparent to give me an inheritance so i can move out to a farm in a town with 10 assorted bachelors/bachelorettes to romance and most importantly, eat algae for fun

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the-pen-is-mighty-and-so-are-you · 9 months

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There is strength in slowing down - from wp blog, 12/04/2020

Hello again, visitor! How do you fare? It has been nary a week since I last posted, so things are looking up for our meet-ups. Oh, stop looking so down about it - really, if you had half the decency you'd at least wait until I couldn't see your expression. What? They'd ran out of Bourbon biscuits at Lidl?

I take everything back. I am truly sorry, my friend. Allow me to try and support you through this tragedy by abstaining from my own supply of biscuits. Tea and tea alone it is, then. Well, it's not so bad, really. We'll just add a couple of sugars to make up for it, hm?

So, I'm sure we're all facing another gentle slap in the face about the situation we're in, what with Easter fast approaching in, as of now, an hour and twenty-six minutes - a time when normally, even if you don't participate in much celebration yourself, you expect maybe a couple of family meet-ups and an exchange of chocolate and money. Maybe Easter's the day you would normally be hosting a family Easter Egg Hunt, or maybe it's the day you would expect to see that same event going on around you, even if you're just driving around to nothing particularly related. Maybe you're using Easter as a way to secretly celebrate the upcoming Spring Equinox with those around you.

It makes this whole thing a lot more of a reality, when you realise that you can't meet those people you might on this day, and (more importantly, I might argue) you can't go home to your parents and gorge on Easter eggs. I'm currently living away from my parents, and it's slowing starting to hit me just how long it might be until I can finally give them both a massive hug.

But all's not lost. Some things are the same - those relatives who are sending you cards in the post would probably do that anyway, and you can buy the chocolate yourself on your next essential shop. Most importantly, we can still keep in touch. Even if we can't physically see each other, we can video call, as I am with you, dear visitor. Now, drink your tea. You haven't touched it, it'll go cold soon if you don't hurry.

I'm writing this post as a sort of elaboration on my past two posts. As I expected, the first was from a place of intense realistic optimism, and while I am not losing hope, you tend to get out of breath when running a marathon. It's natural - and I want to emphasise that, visitor, in case this relates to you - for you to not feel the same as you did at the start of the run. I wanted to show what the reality of that can be and that it's fine to (cue title) slow down if you need. It will make you stronger for it.

I've mentioned in the past how mental health is like physical health - you need to exercise it in the gym. And while I knew that objectively, and put systems in place to support that (such as with the 'Fuck it' diary instance I mentioned last week), I am fortunate enough that it had been so long since I had had problems that I sort of didn't put all the effort in. It's like if you're walking carefully on a wall, but you forget what it's like to fall to the point that you almost don't believe it's real. Naturally, you relax, and then trip. There was a consequence, and I think I was half-waiting for it - something to prove that the measures are there for a reason.

Now it's hard to word these things in a way that comes across the way I intend. So I'm going to cheat and tell you what I intend, in case the connotations of my words make an undesired impact: I intend to avoid words with too much strength in them, because that could add some fearful connotations for you, visitor. Even the word 'problems' sounds a bit extreme for my experience, but I used it because 'altered state of mental being that may be of slight detriment' isn't a word yet. Anyhow, fear not. I am strong, you are strong, and everything passes.

Which is why it's natural for my 'peak' state of wellness to pass. It's the most human thing for things to fluctuate. And so I say, if you're feeling down and are scared about feeling down, know that nothing is permanent. Embody nihilistic optimism, if it helps.

Yes, but what about you, you ask? What's changed for me in the past week?

Well.

The day after I posted last week, I stopped doing yoga. I stopped doing yoga because my sports things were in the wash, and I thought, after handing in a report I'd worked on for university, I deserved a day off. This is true. But then, I waited until my uniform had dried, and then I kept it hung there for a couple of days, and now it's still there and I still haven't continued my yoga journey towards enlightenment. The only reason I'm going to fold them away is because I currently have another load of damp washing waiting for me to hang them up.

The day after my post last week, I didn't sleep until 4AM. I wish I could say it was because I had been honourably slaving away at my university report, but truth be told I started working on it at 2AM. This is fine, it's okay to have an irregularity every once in a while. The next night I went to bed at 3AM, the next at 2AM - my boyfriend and I joked that I would go to bed one hour earlier each night and end up going to bed by 6PM next week. But I went to bed at half three the night after.

The previous week, I'd told myself that I would go to bed at the same time as my boyfriend, who sleeps pretty regularly at midnight. That made the late nights even more frustrating. I knew what I needed to do, but kept failing to do it. But things always pass, and I'm forcing myself to switch off the lights before 1AM.

I also stopped cataloguing my activities in the very 'Fuck it' diary I so adore, and forgot which day of the week I was on. I stopped being able to tell if I'd had a productive day or not, because I didn't have that to tell me. That doesn't matter, it's okay to have a few 'off' days, like a weekend, right? But without that marker of time, I'm starting to feel just how lost this situation is making me feel.

All this is fine, and normal. No doubt many if not most people relate to it. I stand by my last post and say that being a potato is not a bad thing! It's natural.

Now, the mental health side.

I did yoga to connect to my body. Now I don't feel as connected, and am mildly disassociating. Staying up late is when all the overthinking happens, which is why I'm forcing myself to sleep before then. And, I'm recognising a change, as a result of all these changes.

This manifested itself most clearly today when I couldn't mentally capacitate watching an episode of a really good k-drama, because any hint of tension felt painful, and I just couldn't stomach the, well, drama. I keep feeling rushes of adrenalin, and my heart seems to be beating super hard lately.

But let's stop there. Let's take a moment, and sip our tea, and not be scared. In the past, that adrenalin would be repurposed for panic and fear. A lot of fear comes from not knowing - so let's go over what we know:

- Everything passes, so this will too. At some point I'll feel better, and some day I'll be able to hug my parents.

- This is literally the product of not exercising my mind in the gym properly. While I shouldn't beat myself up over that, because, hey, everyone's skipped a leg day before, I need to recognise that this is the why, or part of it. This mental health 'moment' comes from not some scary dark deep-rooted place, but from a familiar, logical place at the back of my mind.

- While feeling anxious isn't always reasonable - it can, quite rudely, take over - this is just my mind's way of reminding me to take better care of myself.

- We know techniques that work. If we get into a routine, exercise and talk to people we love, things should start looking up.

Of course, what those recent 'mental health' articles in the news leave out is that it can be kind of hard to pick ourselves up. Sometimes you just feel like a fish washed up on a beach, and you need to flail around a bit before it finds the sea again. If you're flailing, which I think I am, instead of trying to thrive, scale it down a bit, as much as you need. At the baseline is survival, and at that point you need to focus on what you need to cope.

So, something that I find helps is to stop using all the terminology. While it certainly helps using the terms 'anxiety' and 'disassociation' for communicative purposes (hence my use here), if we internalise them, we could potentially be seeing our situation as more daunting and impossible than it actually is. Now, visitor, it is key that you make sure that you are 'making the thing less scary' and NOT 'dismissing the thing entirely'.

A great example comes from my beloved mum Anna, who suggested we swap the word 'anxious' for 'overwhelmed'. I have to admit that at first I thought she was 'dismissing' the thing and not trying to reduce my fear, but once I took it on board, it changed my mental health experience. Personally, I found that I would feel myself 'panicking', say to myself 'oh no I feel anxious', and the fear of the resulting panic attack that would ensue actually triggered the attack itself. Now, using the phrase 'I feel overwhelmed', it becomes just that - a feeling, that will pass just like any other emotion.

That example is both a preventative measure and a coping mechanism. If you can find something that does the same for you, try to find the thing that turns a mental health ravaging monster into a manageable small angry dog. Mental health is heavily personal and so personalised, so it may take some trial and error until you get there, and that's okay - humanity is built on trial and error.

So, visitor, we're lagging a little bit in the marathon, aren't we? Choking on our breath, and panicking for air. We need to slow down, allow others to pass by as we take a deep breath, pause, and evaluate. Do we need some water? Do we have a stitch, and need to wait it out? Let's take a moment, catch our breath, and be still. Find that moment of rest, of peace, and listen to what you need. It might be different from last time: maybe you need more water, more time to rest. Give yourself space in the marathon, so that, eventually, you can go back to enjoying the run.

Right, well, I drained my cup of tea half an hour ago, I don't know about you, and I'm parched. I'm going to leave and get a refill, but first I'm going to order some biscuits and have them addressed to you. Right, there we go. Should get to you in, say, a week? Oh, and, if no-one else has said this to you, here's your reminder to take care of yourself, and to stay safe. Speak to you soon!

#overwhelmed #pandemic #wow i wonder if a certain friend will relate to me staying up late lol #back when i couldn't hug my parents

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fading-mentally · 2 years

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I felt a weird mix of emotions watching fireworks (and lighting our own small sparklers and whatnot) today. Obviously, there's all the stuff that's happened recently, but it was more the feeling of simultaneously enjoying and being in awe of the sights while feeling like I'm about to have a panic attack.

Guns and fireworks sound pretty different. If you're not thinking about it, you could mistake the sound of certain fireworks for a shotgun, but I was thinking about it, and I could tell all of the things I was hearing were fireworks. That was apparently not enough to fully relax my mind.

I think the combination of it being hot as balls and all the noises (even though I put headphones in to make it more manageable) and sights giving me some sensory overload certainly didn't help.

I'm still affected by Parkland. The shooting happened my freshman year of high school, and I live several states away from Florida. I feel silly for having such a strong reaction to a tragedy that wasn't my own and happened so far away, but it still affects me.

I remember the videos as if I saw them last week. I had trouble with (what I believe to be, having no other word that fits) audio and visual hallucinations on a regular to semi-regular basis for about the next three years, and then they petered out entirely my senior year. I didn't tell anyone about them until a few months ago, when a class discussion/video (that was not about that particular event but a separate tragedy that took place that same year and semester, so my brain did the association game) sent me back into that space.

When one of our little sparklers was set off and did more than we were expecting, I was intending to just get out of range of the sparks, but I kept running. I moved faster than I ever remember doing before, I felt in the moment like my life depended on it. I ended up tripping over myself and falling, and I remember feeling like I was going to cry because I was filled with so much dread. I wasn't really sure why, until later when I was fighting off some of the screaming in my head.

What made it so weird though was that part of me was also having a good time. Not because of the adrenaline or anything, but because I was spending time with my family and got to watch the pretty colors and gorgeous displays in the sky. It's like both of these feelings were trying to exist at the same time but wouldn't quite mesh together.

I don't know that I really have a point for this post. I was just thinking about the ways that Parkland still affects my life, even as someone pretty disconnected from the incident who's now going into their sophomore year of college. Just feeling a lot of things, I guess.

#bean blabs #long post #tw mentions of gun violence #tw gun violence #tw mention of hallucinations #parkland #4th of july

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Can you do a part two to that volturi kings chess one like where she comes back?

Hello dear 💖 thanks for the request, I didn't expect someone to ask for a part two 😊. Please let me know if you want a part three. I'm happy someone enjoyed one of the fics.

I present part two of:

Volturi kings x chess player reader♟️🧛‍♂️

A game of life ♟️

Part two

You know that feeling you get when you wake up and suddenly your bloody old yeah, that’s me. Although I’m not an old lady thankfully, it’s been 5 years since I touched a chess board more so even played a proper game. I knew from the moment my dreams still haunt me of that day, I was about to die. So, if you’re still wondering if anything’s changed well, we moved and now I have a job, I guess you can call me the crazy cat lady that lives alone in her apartment. I haven’t really seen my parents in a while despite me being very close with them.

The memory of me collapsing in my parents arms was probably the most I’ve ever been relieved. I have no idea where the castle is and even more so it’s not like I want to go back. I would rather do an hour of running then ever meet them again. My luck and wit saved me plus even if I went back, I wonder what would happen. Would they make me a queen? Would they kill me? I don’t know. I was just a simple girl that cared for her family, sometimes I try to picture what power or “gift” as the weirdo put it. Mabey I could fly or shoot lasers out of my eyes, who knows but even if I did, I’m glad I don’t have to kill random people.

I was sleep deprived of course and it was 3 am, I wore a singlet with tracksuit pants, I know fancy right. I was watching videos on my phone when I felt restless, I decided to go for a late-night stroll. I zipped up my parker and went out, it was freezing of course, I walked from my block to the local park. I love it when I set myself in these situations for a murderer to grab me, my mind was zoning out to the sound of my music. I kind of like being alone it’s peaceful and no one talks about useless nonsense. I stopped when I saw something strange, the bush rustled, and I could’ve sworn I saw a blonde-haired kid. “Hey kids, you’re messing with the wrong person, I’m a cop” why I said that I don’t know, trying to scare people off is hard. I rolled my eyes and went off back to my block, my mind was playing tricks on me.

I eventually reached my apartment when suddenly I noticed a letter in my letter box, weirdly I thought it was kind of sketchy to have mail at 3am. I trailed my fingers against the paper picking it up, in that moment my heart dropped, and I fell to the floor in fear. The symbol on that letter, I knew exactly who it was. “Oh god, oh god they’ve found me” I got to my feet and picked up the encased envelope “V” the stamp read covered in crimson wine red. I tore through the paper to receive a note

“Dearest y/n,

How have you been since our last meeting, I must say I miss you terribly and I know we terrified you but my dear we don’t intend to hurt you.

My brothers and I have agreed it would be fair to start over, I must say you’ve fascinated us all. So, it was only fair to rid this feeling of loneliness with an invitation to a ball we are hosting.

If you agree we shall treat you with utter kindness.

Sincerely,

Your kings”

I ripped the piece of paper apart out of rage, did those morons expect me to come back after all I’ve been through. The word “kindesss” sounded so fake it was rather sickening, “When kings will fly” I replied with a hiss. I ran to my apartment hyperventilating, “why couldn’t jus have been handsome knights on horses” I huffed out of breath.

My mind was in a clutter, so I took the time to have a shower and hop into bed sleeping. My mind was adrift when I dreamed about the time, I was in Volterra:

My eyes were widened, no loner did I feel alive but merely dead; my dress was black going below my legs. It dragged along as I wore a crown. They waited for me, their crimson eyes following my movement as they glided up to touch my hands. All three caressed my cheek begging me for their permission to let me in.

Suddenly it was a ball, I was the main attraction as they came up to me each dancing within their own style.

Marcus danced slowly looking distantly into my eyes, his robes dragged along side my dress as we slowly danced in the moonlight.

Caius was the next person he danced somewhat faster; he was certainly more possessive as he gripped my waist as we spun into the moonlight.

Aro was more eager, he was more power hungry then the other two. We looked proper and he was showier than the others, dipping me as he smiled.

Suddenly, we stopped while I stared at all three of them, I felt their hands wrap around my throat as they all tried to claim me by biting into my neck.

I woke up cramping from the side, my neck felt bruised as my shoulders ached. It was only a dream of course, must’ve been that letter. It would’ve made sense but why in all of heavens did this happen now, were they waiting until the time was right. I assumed it was too good to be true and with that I’m finally convinced they won’t leave me alone unless I go.

I packed my things at 6 am along with the crappy sleep, I was going to book a flight to Volterra. I decided to leave my small abode to the devils cave. I wish I had my chess board right now and I wish my parents would just hug me saying everything is going to be alright. “Zombie y/n” my mother would call me mostly because I zoned out on my phone or my chess board. I was a lonely person back then but now it’s rather different, my parents weren’t going to see me again. To be honest I’ve gotten stronger since then if I’ve outsmarted them once before I can certainly do it again.

I kept my chest high, and my eyes set on beating them once again, they won’t kill me “a deals a deal”. Aro will keep to his word, he was rather more rational than Caius. I was certainly confused while dancing with each of them it seemed that Marcus was more sympathetic than the rest, he didn’t seem interested in the idea.

“Mam, can I see your passport” the flight attendant shook my shoulder “huh oh sorry here” I gave her my passport and boarding pass. I need to think if perhaps chess was the reason, I got out then they wouldn’t be stupid to verse me again. The head is tricky if he loses, he will certainly lose his sing song happy persona, even Caius wouldn’t speak against him. I could sense he almost snapped when I won that round, it was like hearing the devil growling at his future bride.

I sat down on the flight and looked out the window rather bored, so I’ll skip the boring details basically caught a taxi drove there and voila I’m at the town. My mind drifted off when I spotted the same beach, five years ago oh gosh. I really was an old lady, mentally of course.

I walked to past the towns people and through the town, it feels all to familiar. I still couldn’t understand Italian, and I’m not bothered to, learning another language takes too much time. I walked down the same path I remembered, the bushes and grass were overgrown; with luck perhaps they’re all dead.

I got a few scratches along the way ugh, I had no band aids, so the blood trickled down my arm and hand. After pushing through mother nature, I could see the castle in the distance, it seemed to have aged. I stared at the old castle, remembering those creepy twins, anyways I had to keep going unfortunately this isn’t one of those stories where I show up in a big ball gown wearing a crown. I was hot, sweaty, and covered in scratches, yep what a Queen I’ve turned out to be.

I’m expecting them to do the casual.

“Welcome to the castle my queen, we have a thousand big black dresses with riches available, you’ll be sleeping in a grand room with your best friend the torture twins, we all take turns revealing our deepest darkest fantasies about you”.

I certainly don’t know why I prefer that at least I won’t be dead. I watched as my hands touch the stone walls, I was out of breath of course. I kept walking around to at least find the front of the entrance but to no avail. I had no doubt that becoming a vampire would be the typical love story that everyone craved. I had a weirder version involving three kings.

“Y/n” a cold voice shouted at me from behind “The masters have been waiting come”. I was stunned, no “hello” or “welcome Frankenstein’s bride”. I replied “hello twiglet” all I got in response was a glare. I kept my mouth shout after that, I forgot she could snap my neck in a simple second.

We walked through the doors to the grand hall, I had a deep feeling in my gut Aro still hated me for beating him at chess. I watched as we made it to the throne room, “they await you in here” the girl stood to the side.

I slowly opened the doors and walked into the room looking like the fanciest princess they had ever seen, one covered in sweat and scratches that is. “Ah look who’s finally returned” Aro immediately noticed me, his voice still gave me shivers. “H-hello” I stuttered obviously afraid “she’s still frightened after all these years” Marcus whispered in a husk. “Even after all you’ve witnessed your still afraid, how fascinating” Aro clasped his hands together invested in the sight before him. “How was your little adventure” I wanted to run, run, and leave this horrible place. “Listen I know what you’ve said before, but I want you to leave me alone for good” I spoke determined however all he did was laugh, he laughed like I was just a dying doe.

“Silly girl, we don’t intent to kill you right dear brothers” he was keeping his cool it was obvious he didn’t want me to win. “You must be famished my dear” he came close to hold my hand “forgive me but your gift, it’s full of power” he was fascinated to see my deepest secrets. “So that’s what you’ve done after you left, settling in and oh…” His face lost his enthusiasm, he frowned at one scene of my memory. He no longer seemed happy more so concerned “is everything alright dear brother” Marcus spoke up seeing this new reaction they had never witnessed before.

“Indeed…” he was stone cold, like he had no longer a smile. I wondered what he saw in my head however his happy persona returned once he let go of me. “What did you see, was the girl plotting to kill us” Caius hissed “no it was…oh don’t worry mortals memories can be quite fiddly”. “You didn’t answer my quest-“ Caius was cut off with a hiss “and as I said everything is PERFECTLY normal do not doubt me brother”. I could see his annoyance, the man nearly snapped it was like if you cross him your bound to die. Caius silenced himself as Marcus looked the other way, he knew better then to speak against him.

“Can I go now, great seeing you” Felix grabbed me from behind “my dear we aren’t done yet” my eyes widened. “You see a ceremony is in order and we can’t have you leave” in that moment I knew exactly what that meant “Get her ready and one of us shall decide whom she shall claim the girl”.

The three walked away as I was dragged out into what looked like a bathroom, I was given a plain black dress why they had it I have no idea. I had no choice, I had to play along although one thing laid in my mind, what did he see that was so concerning. I could tell he was afraid of something all monsters are, even if it may be the most ridiculous thing.

I put my hair into a neater bun while washing all the grime off my face prepared to head into the kings coronation ceremony. I stuttered while trying to think of a way to out smart them when suddenly I remembered, I read this in lemony snicket somewhere.

I was prepared ready to head off to get hitched to the three kings, my mind was determined. I walked out of the bathroom with Felix guarding my every movement of course he was given permission to kill me if things get out of hand. It was me or the law obviously they were going to choose the law.

I watched as they stood there ready for me to turn “Magnifico” with a sly smile. I spoke above them before “wait shouldn’t I sign legal documents before I go through with this, I mean it’s human law” I smiled. They all looked at each other, Aro agreed to the decision he saw it was only fair for a human to have their side.

“Very well dear sign your deed away” I smiled before signing the documents with my left hand. You heard that right my plan was to sign with my left hand so that way it wasn’t in law. However, before I could even touch the paper Felix caught my hand “do you really think I’m a fool dear” he smiled. “You realize I’m not letting you escape; you fell into my trap silly girl” his voice raised with a joyous tempo.

With one movement he rushed towards my side and bent me to the floor as my fears stood correctly. I could feel the jarring pain as he sunk his teeth into my neck “brother this wasn’t the part of the plan” Caius sneered. “Our brother is correct; the girl hasn’t chosen” Marcus whispered, “Oh is that so forgive me my dear” Aro stood up.

I looked at him with tears filling my sockets “still frightened truly a shame” he placed his palm under my cheek. “I will never end up marrying either of you” I spoke firmly. “You will choose my dear or we shall kill you” he whispered with a laugh. With that I was pulled hard somewhere within the tower “You have three days, remember my dear we give no second chances”.

I tried to pull against Felix, but he was strong as the twins stood by merely watching the scene unfold. “We should just kill the girl she is annoying” alec smiled secretly, Jane smiled back at her twin “Indeed”.

Today I just met the cruellest men in the world, I escaped hell only to be brought back once more. I will be married in three days, whom I’m not sure it’s out of my control.

Mum, Dad if you’re hearing this,

I’m sorry.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#twilight x reader #twilight oneshot #volturi oneshot #volturi kings x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi #caius volturi #aro volturi #twilight #twilight saga #twilight saga fanfiction #volturi x you

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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years

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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out

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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

~~~~~~~

Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

~~~~~~

Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

~~~~~~

Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

~~~~~~

Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

~~~~~~

Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

~~~~~~~

Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

~~~~~~~~

Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

~~~~~~~

Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

~~~~~~~

Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

~~~~~~

Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

~~~~~~

Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #dbh x male reader #connor x male reader #connor rk800 #male reader #m! reader #connor x m!reader

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let-them-read-fics · 3 years

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

This post includes Jisoo and Jennie. If you would like to see Rosé and Lisa's, click the link below.

Click for Rosé and Lisa

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

---

An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

---

30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

----

45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

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october

pairing: third year!tsukishima kei x third year!fem!reader genre: fluff, suggestive word count: 2.7k warnings: cursing, mentions of hickeys, makeout session hehe synopsis: “tsukishima” and “high school sweetheart” are a unique combination of words

LISTEN TO: lowkey - niki; used to you - mxmtoon

lowercase intended!

nobody knows about this.

nobody knows about his offhand banter and longing gazes. if you and kei go back exactly five months from today, you’d be asking him a question about the research assignment as you were about to leave the library and he surprisingly follows his answer up with “i’m going home too. come with?”

nobody knows him on facetime, staying late until his eyes can barely open after a blink. you’re used to his texts, somehow so much funnier and warmer than everyone seems to know him. and maybe one day he’d kissed you; on the right temple, as you fell asleep on your bed; on the back of your shoulder, when he did it subconsciously during a movie. and maybe you kissed him too; a short peck on the lips when he went home through your front door; another on his calloused and bandaged hands after a block had left it bruised.

nobody knows that now, you’re straddling the boy you’ve known for a while as you suck his tongue until he gets breathless. his hands roam up and down your body, finding themselves under your shirt and holding onto the bare skin of your waist like he can never let go. when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, bunching it up your torso, you let him take it off, the moment away from his lips making you realise his lips are swollen and his glasses have been thrown somewhere on your bed. you freeze for a bit when he spends a little too long staring at your body, and you freeze even more when you realise you’re not wearing the bra you would’ve liked for this occasion, but you’re cut off when he starts nipping on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he mumbles, “you don’t have to suck in your stomach.”

you relax a little, small whimpers coming out of your mouth as he continues to work on your neck, the little shocks of pleasure filling your senses as hands on bare skin start to feel more familiar than foreign. you could get used to this.

“wait, don’t leave any, uh, marks or hickeys or whatever,” you breathe, “people might see.”

he hums, and yet his grip on you tightens as you think he’s coming back to your lips, but he doesn’t. he just stops there, face inches away as his lips barely ghost yours. he purses his lips for a second, like he’s thinking of something to say, but the microwave makes its strange appearance when it beeps loud enough to make you jump a little in his lap. he still holds you close.

so, so close. and nobody else knows.

“i’ll get the popcorn.” right, because tonight you had planned to watch a movie with him. like the usual - talk, cuddle, whatever.

come to think of it, your relationship with kei sounds weird; feelings so well understood without ever being spoken. you liked it at first, when he told you he liked you on a saturday morning, your reciprocated feelings tasting of warm rice and milky eggs and an unspoken convention that this stayed between you two and you two only. but as the days passed, and the thrill of a secret relationship wore off, you’ve started to wonder how it would feel like to be able to show people that, yes, tsukishima kei is your boyfriend, and yes, you like him very much.

when you take your shirt, he says, “wear my hoodie. it’s cold.”

you grin when you hear that, opting to simply wear his hoodie without a shirt underneath. it’s the same black hoodie he wears literally all the time and probably doesn’t wash regularly (which is gross) but if there’s one thing you learned about these feelings is that you couldn’t care less.

when you pick up the popcorn, kei only lays against the headboard of your bed, feeling slightly empty at the words he’d heard from you. serves him right, he thinks as he picks his glasses back up; this relationship, or whatever it is, isn’t something both of you wanted everyone to know. he’d get sick of all the attention, and there was probably no need for the two of you to share everything. it’s high school anyways, who knows how long it’s going to last.

yet, when you come back into his room, lips soft and hair tousled, holding a bowl of fragrant popcorn, kei finds himself letting go of those thoughts.

you take a seat on the floor against your bed frame, already having set up the laptop in the middle of the floor. you motion to the boy on the bed to come down, and he brings your entire duvet with him.

as he settles next to you, your shoulder touching his upper arm, you set the popcorn in the space where your knee meets his thigh, over the blanket. the movie you two had decided on earlier tonight starts playing, and you feel your head slide into the crook of kei’s neck, like it always does.

the night starts off slow; just the two of you making remarks at the movie, laughing at plot holes and cliches. then, by halfway, the bowl of popcorn is empty; as the protagonist kisses their love interest, you feel a flush up your cheeks; and as the movie ends, kei’s arm is around your waist, pulling you into his side. it’s a pretty shitty movie.

“well, that was a shitty movie.”

“agreed,” you grunt as you stand up to place the bowl of popcorn on your desk, to be taken out at a later time. you fold your laptop onto your desk as well, and kei gets the cue to sprawl your duvet back onto your bed. it’s only nine pm. you climb back in your bed, motioning for him to come with you, too.

slowly, his tall figure holds yours in an embrace filled with something you could only identify as care and affection. and here, especially with his glasses off, sight blurry and only really being able to see you in full focus, it makes you grin at how strikingly different he can be in your room and at school. not that you had ever seen him at school very often, as most of your relationship was crafted of video calls and secret little dates in the night.

you wonder if he’ll grow out of this.

“oh my god, something kind of funny happened today after the english exam,” you chuckle, your head resting comfortably on kei’s chest. he lets out a questioning hum.

“the girls in my class thought i was seeing osawa,” you stifle a laugh, “at me they were like, you’re definitely dating a guy from the basketball club.”

“wait, how’d they know you were dating someone?”

“word got out. they asked for details, and i told them he was in a sports club.”

“they didn’t think about the volleyball club?”

you shake your head, “they did, but they literally went - ‘we know it can’t be kageyama or tsukishima, so, yamaguchi?’” kei snickers at those words, remembering that even the boys in the volleyball club don’t know about you.

“i love how they just glossed over the chances of you with either me or kageyama,” kei tsks, “and who’s osawa?”

you roll your eyes, hearing his voice tinted with a bit of jealousy when he hears other people think you’d go better with this random guy at school. “he’s a guy i partnered up with for biology. why?”

“nothing. just good to know.”

“alright, whatever.” you flip over, your chin now pressing on the backs of your hands on his chest. your grin is wide.

“your hoodie smells like sweat,” kei says, trying to divert the topic away from your eventual accusations of jealousy.

“it’s your hoodie, asshole!” you jokingly exclaim, and he pulls the hood up to your head. you look cute, he thinks, even with his over-worn hoodie and messy hair. it’s in moments like these, when the both of you let go of the fronts you put up at school, and just live like nobody else exists. of course, it will all be over in a few hours, but that’s not to say he doesn’t secretly text you under the desk during class or that you don’t have the liberty of an extra pack of chips in your locker from the early mornings kei has practice.

“okay, but, hoodie aside, you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

you like the sound of it; something so distant yet so close. so you make him repeat it again, “wait, what did you say?”

kei exhales through his mouth, “you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

“would you like a boyfriend badge with that?” you tease.

“shut up. at least it sounds better than you and osawa,” he mumbles, sitting up, leaning on his arms. “not that anyone would ever know about us.”

your arms wrap around your boyfriend’s neck. his eyes stare straight into yours, and though he still feels uneasy at first, he likes the feeling of you so near him, so warm and fluttery in his stomach. it makes you hope, at least, in the way he’s looking at you, that he might want to show you off more than he lets on.

“you know, kei, it wouldn’t hurt for some people to know about us,” you mutter, almost a whisper, and he catches your words perfectly.

“but i hate how everyone shits on couples all the time.”

“no, you just shit on couples all the time.”

he sighs defeatedly, “okay, but everyone’s just gonna be annoying when they know. like they’re shoving their noses into our business.”

“yeah, but-”

“on top of that, my mom would constantly nag me about the details of our relationship. i don’t need everyone knowing so much about us.”

you fall silent, running out of things to say. admittedly, the way he’s so quick to shut down all your reasons is getting to you.

“see? there’s no point in other people knowing.” kei’s hands run under your hoodie to caress your bare skin. he likes the way you shiver slightly from the sudden coolness of his fingers, but it does give you an idea.

“i’ll let you leave marks under my school blouse.”

“as hot as that is, no.”

you groan, slouching against his larger frame. you shift your weight onto him, making him fall back on the bed, and you settle with lying beside him. kei, like the reluctant cuddle bug you’ve found him out to be, immediately wraps an arm around your torso, like every second spent at your house that doesn’t involve his limbs intertwined with yours is a second wasted.

you exhale through your mouth, “kei, i just wanted to be proud.”

his grip tightens.

“like, we don’t have to tell everyone what happens between us every single day, but, god damn, i don’t want to keep sneaking you in like this, or having to send you off at like, four in the morning so nobody knows you were here.”

“do you care more about what other people think than how i feel?” now you’re letting it out. you realise you’re frustrated - so fucking frustrated - that you barely even get to see him every week because of school and clubs, and that you don’t even get to save his contact on your phone under his own name in fear that people might find out. all because nobody knows.

“no, i care about-”

“i want to hold your hand in public, kei. is that too much to ask?”

you take a deep breath, sitting up against the headboard, “my friends think i bail on them all the time. i want to tell them it’s because i’m going to see my boyfriend instead of some lame excuse, kei. and i want to cheer you on at the spring high nationals in january, because you talk to me about volleyball so much and i want to see my boyfriend do what he’s been working so hard for.”

there’s a hanging silence in the air, coupled with the whirring of your heater. you can’t make eye contact with him - what if he gets mad? your fingers fiddle with the string of his hoodie, knotting it and untying the knot. and it’s only then that he sees you, gaze unsure and lips pursed, that he knows what to do.

it’s not so bad, kei thinks. he wouldn’t have to save your number under a name that’s not exactly yours, and he wouldn’t have to always rush to leave because he has “something coming up”. he can walk you to class in the mornings when you arrive after his morning practices, and it’s like he can imagine the way he’ll hold your hand and make sure everyone knows you’re with him. his train of thought might have gone a bit too far, but he can’t deny the thought of wanting to show you off as his. hell, he’s had a crush on you since your second year (though he’ll never tell you or anyone), and now that he’s got the girl, he might as well be proud of it, too.

so he comes up and kisses you. chastely. “okay.”

you give him a flick to his shoulder, earning an ‘ow’ from him. “that’s it? okay?”

“you said i could leave marks as long as it’s gonna be covered by your blouse, right?”

another finger flick, to his forehead this time, “you asshole.” but you smile. you know him.

when you pull his lips to yours, this time, he makes sure to keep you busy with his hands around your body and your hands in his hair, shirts and hoodies being pulled up to eventually be taken off. suddenly, he stops, and it’s only then that you hear something that you’ve only barely heard once before, on a warm saturday morning when it was summer, months away from today’s october.

“i really, really like you, y/n. and i’m not afraid of that.”

as he cradles you in his touch, kisses trailing down your jaw and beginning at your collarbone, you make sure to ask if he’s okay with reusing the same uniform he wore today for tomorrow. his answer slips out easily; yes.

“is it always this cold in the mornings when you practice?” you tighten the scarf around your neck, shoving your hands into your coat. kei hums in response as you two near the gym.

“to be fair, you could’ve worn tights. doesn’t help when you’re basically half naked in the winter.”

“wearing a skirt does not mean i’m half-naked, kei.” you scoff, but you do take a mental note to start dressing warmer for the coming seasons.

“i’m just saying, the wind can just go up your skirt-”

his sentence is cut short when a louder, higher-pitched voice runs through.

“woah! tsukishima’s with a girl?” you recognise it as one of the kids in class 3-2, hinata shoyo. his orange hair isn’t exactly easy to miss. behind him is the boy you recognise as kageyama tobio, remembering the way kei would sometimes slip in a snarky mention of his name on the nights he’d call you from his training camp in tokyo. you introduce yourself to the two boys.

“why is that such a surprise to you?” kei points out sharply. a number of second and first years pass by the three of you, and they exchange casual good mornings.

“i think i’ve seen you around. are you friends with kana-san?” hinata names one of the girls in your class, and you nod, telling him you’re pretty close to her.

"are you going to be watching us practice?” hinata asks, and as you look frantically between kei and hinata, you tell him, “yeah, is that okay for you guys?” kageyama and hinata nod.

you don’t miss it when kei takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. it makes you feel a little warmer in chilly weather. it makes you smile.

“go ask team captain over there,” kei shrugs, cocking his head at yamaguchi, who currently has a content smile on his face.

“so this is your girlfriend!”

you immediately snap your head at kei, as if silently telling him no fair, how come yamaguchi knew all along?! kei shrugs, “he saw me going to your locker one day.”

you roll your eyes before introducing yourself the same way you did to hinata and kageyama, and you hear kageyama huff out, “she looks too nice for you.”

kei scoffs, “well, that’s rich coming from you. maybe you’re forgetting how-”

“alright, tsukki, let’s just go up to the clubroom first.” yamaguchi thankfully cuts in, letting hinata and kageyama go to the gym first.

“oh, y/n-san, you can go to the gym first, too, since we’re going to be changing in the clubroom. we don’t want you to wait outside, after all.” yamaguchi adds, and as you let go of kei’s hand with a reassuring smile, hinata takes it upon himself to make even more conversation with you on the way to the gym. you find his and kageyama’s company entertaining.

“if he’s you’re boyfriend, does he, like, insult you all the time?” kageyama blurts out, his words making you break into smiles.

you giggle, swatting your hands, saying no, no. it makes you realise how different he really is when he isn’t with you.

your hand wanders to the uniform bow around your collar, and you play with the ends of it, the area of your body reminding you of the hickeys you saw littered around your chest and collarbone this morning. when you told kei about it, he only shrugged with the most smug face you’ve ever seen. thank god for collared uniforms.

“so, y/n-san, how’s tsukishima as a boyfriend?” hinata chimes in.

you catch your lip in between your teeth, sucking in a soft inhale. you wonder if you could tell them that he’s the guy that buys you your favourite snacks on the way back from volleyball practice, or that he puts all your favourite songs into his daily playlist so that he can sing along with you when he comes over. still, even after the news about your relationship, you think there’s no harm in keeping some things private. so you exhale.

“he’s an asshole,” you laugh, gleeful, “such an asshole.”

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