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Just Monika that's it. Just Monika.
#ddlc#art#fanart#doki doki literature club#ddlc monika#look its the pan loser#her being pan is sorta a heacanon but also canon at the same time#we love a girlboss#not but srsly#girlboss behavior
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ellie headcanons pt 4.!
warnings: literally nothing
content: loser!ellie x reader
authors note: brewing a full length fic in my mind rn… this might be the last hc post 😓!!!
pt.3. taglist!
- loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.
- makes up elaborate plots to kiss you bc she’s too cool and nonchalant to ask for a kiss 😕😕
“ugh, my lips are just sooooo dry…”
“didnt you literally just put chapstick on 5 minutes ago?”
“yknow chapstick these days…so…low quality.”
“is this your weird way of asking me to kiss you?”
“noooo what!!! thats craaaaazy i have nooo idea what you’re talking about!!!”
smooch
“you’re so stupid.”
“i feel sooooo moisturized right now”
- always fidgeting with something. probably has a rubix cube keychain 😕🔥🔥
- speaking of, she has an excessive amount of keychains. like so many.
- covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers every time you change infront of her
- definitely audibly said “woah” when she saw ur boobs for the first time
- has so many dumb socks. dinosaurs, minecraft, pickles, literally anything she likes she has a pair of socks for
- scarily good at roblox obbies. you literally can’t play with her because she’ll be done in like 5 minutes 😞
- loves those papas cooking games. her faves are the taco mia one and the sushi-ria
- arizona green tea 🗣️🗣️
- will put on awful accents for hours on end just for fun 😞 esp the italian accent. it’s ridiculous 💔💔 or that frat dude accent
“suhhh dude”
- definitely built her own pc. put a picture of you in it too ☹️☹️
- calls you “dude” or “bro” on accident sometimes
- absolutely constantly argues w ppl on the internet. if she gets bored she just tells them to kts and blocks them 😕
- MAKES THE BEST PASTA EVER!!! it’s literally her favorite food and she’s constantly cooking it. even makes her own sauce 🔥🔥
- tries to do tricks while she’s smoking and just ends up a coughing mess
- her default pose in every picture is just her doing a thumbs up and looking at the camera like this 😐 but whenever she takes a picture with you she is absolutely CHEESING
- randomly takes 0.5 pictures of you constantly. has a whole album in her phone of all the pictures
- barely ever uses instagram, and all her posts are just pictures of you.
- “i could take a bear in a fight.”
- loves balancing things on your head when you fall asleep around her. one time you woke up to like 20 cheerios falling on your lap
- whenever she’s home alone she puts on insanely random outfits and then forgets she’s wearing them. one time you came home to her sleeping on the couch in a full suit
- lets you stand on the cart in the grocery store so she can stand behind you and push it around
- has had the same backpack since the 5th grade. she’s had to sow it back together 20 times and she refuses to throw it away because its “special”
- stalks all your reposts on tiktok when she’s bored
“was this about me???”
- absolutely disgusted by like…any type of canned food. she will not go near it. ESPECIALLY SARDINES
- makes a million typos every time she texts you. her messages are like ancient scrolls you have to decipher to read
“sre tou comungw over todqy ??”
- every time she wears a hat she wears it backwards
- hates sharing her food, but will constantly eat yours
“just a little bite!!!” and she eats like half of it 😒
- has the julien baker rainbow guitar strap
- literally loves apples. so much. apple juice, apple pie, apple cider, literally ANYTHING that has apples in it/ is apple flavored she will DEVOUR IT
- whenever she cooks for herself, she just eats it straight out of the pot/pan.
“whats the point?? ‘s just more dishes to wash 😒”
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It’s your turn (Baby Daddy Au: Husband Miguel sequels)
Baby Daddy Masterlist
First night’s sleep home from the hospital :3
Not proofread.
Word count:300
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“Mmm… Mig.” You called out I’m a whisper, hand reaching out to find your husband in the darkness. Hearing the mattress creak under him as he stirs awake. “Miguel…”
“Mm?”
“The baby’s crying.” You point out, like your younger daughter's cries couldn’t be heard from the other side of the room. Mind not fully awake as you sat the obvious.
“Mm…” Still half asleep, Miguel’s arm finds its way around your waist and pulls you closer into his chest. Making an annoyed whine leave your throat.
“It’s your turn to put her back to sleep. Get up please.”
“Mkay give me a second…” He mutters, before a silence falls over you both, figuring he probably needs a minute to get himself mentally prepared to get out of bed first. That thought quickly vanished when you began to hear his snoring under the baby’s crying.
“Miguel.” You called out again, slightly more irritated. Your hand removing his arm from you.
“Huh?”
“Miguel O’Hara wake up and put the baby back to sleep.” If it wasn’t so dark in the room, he’d see the light glare you gave him.
“Okay okay, I’m going.” He sighed, the bed creaking as he finally got up and turned on the hello kitty night light that was placed by her crib, the night light used to be Gabriela’s before when she was scared of the dark.
“Don’t take too long, I get cold when you're not in bed.”
“No promises, she’s a cry baby just like her mom.” He remarked playing as he gently picked up your youngest, Bianca. Her crying almost instantly dying down when she felt her fathers touch. Ironic considering his words.
“If you weren’t holding our baby I’d throw a pillow at you.” You said, fighting back the tired smile as you turned to look at the pair.
“Love you too babe.”
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TAGLIST IS CLOSED
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#miguel o hara fanfic#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara au#spiderman 2099 x reader#astv spiderman 2099#astv miguel#miguel spiderverse#spiderman 2099 fanfic#bd!miguel#baby daddy!miguel#husband miguel sequels#miguel fanfic#miguel ohara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel ohara blurb#miguel o’hara drabble#miguel ohara spiderman
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Give it up
Jegulus microfic | 1.1k words | Mr & Mrs Smith au pt. 3 | pt. 1, pt. 2
“You fucked the whole thing up, James!” Regulus yells, angrily putting plates in the dishwasher.
“Love, they were five seconds from sticking that gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger. What would you have me do?”
These screaming matches aren’t out of the ordinary for them recently. They usually make a good team, but sometimes their methods of handling missions are a little too different. Regulus will say James doesn’t take enough risks, James will say Regulus is reckless with his life, they’ll fight but agree to leave it behind them by morning. James doesn’t want to leave it behind them anymore.
“Nothing! I had it under control!” Regulus is gesticulating dramatically, too lost in himself to bother controlling his arms.
“That did not look like having it under control. You were blindfolded and bound to a fucking chair!”
“I had them right where I wanted them. Stupid men will tell you all their secrets if they think you’re dead anyway.” Regulus turns the sink on its hottest level and begins furiously scrubbing at a pot from the stove.
“He wasn’t ever going to talk, Regulus, you have to realize that. He was just playing with his fucking food!”
James doesn’t think he’s ever been more angry. The mission had been going well. They were playing off each other perfectly, so in sync it was exhilarating, until Regulus went and got himself kidnapped, telling James “trust me” and “I can get more out of this guy just give me an hour.” It had only taken James 15 minutes to find his location and kill everyone who had even looked at Regulus wrong.
“Don’t fucking condescend me like that. I knew what I was doing. Why can’t you ever do as you’re fucking told?” Regulus drops the pot into the sink and turns around, staring at James with a wild look. God he’s beautiful when he’s angry.
“Because you’re not in charge! We’re supposed to be a team, Regulus. The mission was over, we got we needed and you still wanted to risk your life for more. There was no point!”
“It’s called being good at your job, James. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
James rolls his eyes. “Oh don’t give me that shit, you do remember I have more kills than you, right? Says it right there on the fridge.” James points to the alphabet magnets they stuck up there a few months ago. It’s a game they’ve been playing. Keeping track of who has more so at the end of each month the loser has to take the winner out on a date. Well, James has been calling them dates. Regulus prefers to call them “work dinners.”
“How could I forget? You’ve been rubbing it in for the last three months in a row you arrogant fucking asshole!”
“Aw love don’t get jealous. I’ll let you win next month if you want. Take you someplace real nice.” The sarcasm is heavy in James’ voice as he leans on the island with both hands. Regulus’ eyes briefly focus on his forearms before he turns back to the sink, taking his anger out on the pot again.
“You’re fucking impossible,” he says. “I’m done with this conversation.”
“No you’re not.” James says, coming around the island to stand next to Regulus. “No more ignoring this, Regulus, we have a problem, let's fix it like adults.”
Regulus drops the pot again and turns off the water, taking a deep breath. “Fine.”
James takes that as his cue to speak. “You hate not having control. You hate to admit you’re wrong and you hate when I have to save you.” He can see Regulus’ face getting hotter with each word.
“Okay, we’re doing this. How about you?” Regulus shoves a finger into James’ chest. “You can’t stand it when I’m right. You hate when I take risks and they pan out and you hate that the agency values me more because of it.”
James swats his hand away, starts closing in. “Fuck the angency, they don’t matter.”
“They do matter, James. They’re everything!” Regulus is yelling again.
“Not to me!”
“Then why are you even here?”
“For you!” Regulus stops, mouth hanging open. “If it weren’t for you I would’ve packed it up a long time ago, but you matter to me, Regulus. You matter to me more than the missions or the money. I am here for you!”
“James—”
“No, don't tell me this is strictly professional or that we’re just partners because it’s been more than that for a long time and you know it.”
“I—” He’s staring at James with giant gray eyes, mouth opening and closing around words that won’t come.
“Just have me, Regulus. I’m already yours, anyway.”
“You fucking asshole,” Regulus whispers around what could be a sob. James can’t tell because Regulus’ fingers are in his hair, pulling him down until their lips clash.
It’s chaste, but intense. Their mouths stay closed but they press into each other like there’s nowhere else they could possibly be.
After a minute, Regulus pulls back slightly, breathing in short bursts. He is crying, James realizes as he feels the wetness on his own face.
“Regulus,” James tries, bringing his hands to cradle the other man’s face.
“Shut up,” He returns, kissing James again, but with something new. Something hungry. He kisses James like a man starved and James doesn’t let a second of it go to waste.
He lifts Regulus off the ground and deposits him on the island, standing in between his legs and urging Regulus to wrap them around him. He slots his hands under Regulus’ shirt and traces his spine, like Regulus did to him all those months before.
Regulus gasps, needy as James moves down his neck, alternating between sharp teeth and soothing tongue. Savoring the places Regulus has kept hidden from him all this time.
Regulus detaches James briefly to take off his shirt, dropping it to the floor, before moving James’ head down to his chest, where James realizes for the first time that he has a small tattoo of a star on his left pectoral. He kisses it gently, then runs his tongue around a peaked nipple, earning a whine from Regulus, who has his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches intently, like he’ll forget if he doesn’t record every second.
James makes a mess of his chest, covering it in bruises and spit. When he’s happy with his work and Regulus is a wordless mess, he lifts him off the counter, opting to finish him off in the bedroom.
On soft sheets, Regulus lets James show him all the ways he matters. By the end of the night, James makes sure he believes in them.
#jegulus#jegulus microfic#regulus x james#james x regulus#james potter#regulus black#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders fanfic#marauders au#marauders#lane writes#microfic tag#mr & mrs smith au
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can you do quarterback minji x shy cheerleader reader? i literally just thought of this and i think it’s adorable
ty baby<3
warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing…, minji is cringe…(shes a loser to me) kinda short😭and um thats it😜
i only know a few things abt football so 🫠
(not proofread…)
The championship football game was already in its fourth quarter, with 50 seconds on the clock. To say Minji was stressed was a HUGE understatement, being the quarterback was cool and all😵💫 but when her team’s losing by 3 points its gonna get to her🥺The pressure was getting wayy too much for her since the school has been winning for 9 consecutive years. If they lose, not only will she be failing her school and her teammates, but also you🥺🥺🥺You were the reason she started playing football in the first place, her good luck charm, her cheerleader 🎀 Co-Captain and one of the flyers (someone thrown and lifted in stunts) in the schools cheer squad, y/n l/n (basic asf but shit thats the only option 😭)
Calling a timeout was the best option, all they needed was one touchdown and boom, win😝 though its gonna be harder since their best wide receiver, Yunjin, had suffered a bad shoulder injury just a few minutes before (idk who to put on this team😭) Minji had no game plan since it all relied on Yunjin’s speed and agility, she needed to think of something😵💫 Getting in a circle with her team, she speaks up “Okay guys! Just one more push and we win the whole thing right?” Minji flashes a grin, trying to be optimistic “how are we gonna score? Yunjins out and Yujin can barely run without staring at the cheer captain.. Look! She has heart eyes right now!” Haewon was right, Yujin wasn’t even listening to the team but staring at Wonyoung🥺(i love them) Minji noticed you were there too, talking with wony, laughing at something she said🎀 She unconsciously smiles at you, your smile brought light to the dark skies of the night and your laughter made her feel warm🥺 “Fuck.. I forgot you’re both down bad…” Ryujin mentions, the whole team starting to tease those two😭”Alright alright! Yujin, lets do this for our girlfriends… Everyone make sure no one is guarding her!” “Gotchu bro, but I think we need your pretty girlfriends to cheer us on real quickkk” Yuna pokes both Minji and Yujin🎀 “Suck my- “LETS GO BEARS!” (idk man😭) You and Minji make eye contact, “You got this” is what she reads from your lips. A fire lit in her heart as she saw you throw her a kiss, she’s ready for the game.
“HUT HUT! HIKE!” Minji scans the field for Yujin, seeing her in the open, she throws it to her. Caught it. Yujin sprints with everything she had as both teams were after her. One of the opposing team members came out of no where, making Yujin trip. Minji winces at it, must’ve hurt bad. She only thinks of one think,
We fucked it up. We lost.
“HOLY SHIT I DID IT?!” Yujin’s piercing shout got the attention of everyone, she got the ball past the goal line🙏
The stadium erupted into cheers as people started running to the field to celebrate😍😍😍 You full on SPRINT to see your girlfriend, pushing everyone out of the way (r u the football player now or what😭🙏)
Smiling brightly as you spot each other. Minji throws her helmet to the floor to catch you😵💫
“YOU WERE SO GOOD OUT THERE BABY!!!” You said as you jumped into Minjis open arms, kissing her face between every word🥺(me when) “I’m all sweaty babe! hol-“”don’ttt care!” Minji stifles a snort as you pepper her face so more, “couldn’t have done it without you, my sunshine” accepting your soft lips against every inch of her face while spinning you around had you both in your own world🥺🥺🥺 Both of you were giggling like teens in love (duh) as your lipstick stains her still sweaty face😛 you guys are taken back to reality as the school journalists come to interview you guys “Who would like to thank for this win Kim Minji?” the camera pans to you guys, still in her arms as she replies,
“My gorgeous girl right here!!”
you hide your face in her neck, blushing at her words
“And those marks on your face?”
“M-minji wait-“
“Also from this gorgeous girl!”
She’s never seen your face as red as it was before😭
with annyeongz
“but I scored the touchdown…”
“Let them have their moment love”
ive been wantin to write fluff again omg 🙏🙏
im sorry i havent been doing many requests lately, ive gotten a bit busier than usual😭 I need to get my grades up or else im out☹️Ive only been writin for school this week im so sorry if this isnt that good😭😭😭
Im really sorry my loves❤️ Stay safe and love you guys!!
-Vicky💋
#kim minji x reader#new jeans x reader#newjeans fluff#newjeans minji x reader#newjeans kim minji x reader#vicky’s asks#anon ask#wlw#Kim minji fluff#when is my bf asking me 🤬
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Chay takes his first sip of beer under Macau’s careful guidance when the last guest walks in, and the horrible taste of it combined with the sheer shock of the third cousin means most of it ends up sprayed down his shirt, and all eyes are on him as he coughs and desperately gasps for breath, and Chay wants to die.
Because Macau’s cousin? Is Wik. Wik.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He manages to wheeze, while Macau laughs and thumps on his back.
“What, you’re a fan?”
Chay can’t very well say yes, seeing as Wik is right there, ten feet away, watching him with mounting annoyance as if he already knows the answer. Of course he does. And of course he wouldn’t want Chay anywhere near him, his family, on what is supposed to be a private vacation. God, what was Macau thinking, bringing him here?
“Who are you,” Wik asks. His voice is dry enough that Chay feels parched. He can breathe again, and he clutches his beer to his chest like a shield, and not like the thing that almost killed him a second ago. Or maybe that was Wik. Either way, Chay is in danger.
“Our virgin sacrifice,” Macau says, because apparently once wasn’t enough. “This is Porchay, he’s my friend, don’t be an asshole. Chay, this is my loser cousin, Kim. Who, yeah, is also kind of famous, I guess. Don’t make it weird.”
“Hello,” Porchay says weakly. “I, uh… I really like your music.”
“Thanks.”
Chay feels a strong urge to apologize—and offer to leave right then and there, even if it means calling Porsche to drive the three hours to get him—but he doesn’t get the chance. Wik—Kim—is gone just as fast as he'd appeared, taking his guitar case with him. Strangely it isn’t any easier to breathe in his absence.
“You’re an asshole,” Chay informs Macau. “You planned that, didn’t you?” His best friend’s shit-eating grin informs him that yes, he had.
“Dude, your face! I thought you were going to die!”
“I wanted to! That’s so messed up! He’s going to think I’m, like, stalking him, or something.”
“Nah, probably not. Seriously though, don’t be too weird, or he might kill you.”
Nevermind that, Chay might kill himself. How is he supposed to get through the next two weeks?
***
Out of respect, Chay does his very best to avoid Kim and stay out of his way. He doesn’t know if the older boy notices, because of the aforementioned avoidance, but he hopes so. He wants Kim to know he’s trying. That he isn’t here to creep on him, that he isn’t one of those psycho fans. Yeah, Chay has a little bit of a shrine at home, but all of the pictures on his wall are from professional photoshoots. No paparazzi photos or creepshots from other fans. Nothing from his personal time. Chay isn’t like that. He doesn’t want to intrude. He just wishes he could explain himself.
The opportunity comes the next morning. Chay is awake before anyone else; he kicks around in bed for a while, then goes to Macau’s room across the hall, but he’s still fast asleep. Chay isn’t comfortable enough to go explore, but eventually his stomach drives him in search of the kitchen. It’s massive, borderline industrial, and fully stocked to feed an army. It’s ridiculous.
Chay is cracking eggs into a pan when he hears another set of footsteps, seconds before he’s greeted by Kim’s handsome, scowling face. He must have just rolled out of bed; he’s wearing soft-looking lounge clothes, barefoot, and his hair is just messy enough that it could be intentional, if not for the softness around his eyes. Softness that disappears as soon as they land on Chay.
“... Good morning,” Chay greets, with an awkward smile. He turns back to the stove, trying to communicate I’m not watching, just ignore me. It must work, because rather than turn back the way he came, Kim joins him in the kitchen.
“Hi,” is all he says, and Chay is content with that.
There’s a fancy-looking espresso machine at its own coffee station. Kim takes up his post in front of it, grinding down coffee beans and pressing them into the filter. He takes down two small glasses and sets them beneath. Soon, the rich scent of fresh coffee fills the kitchen, the espresso machine's pop and hiss accompanying the sound of frying eggs.
“Do you want me to make you something?” Chay offers, not turning around.
“No.”
Kim doesn’t say anything else. Neither does Chay. He chews on his bottom lip until his breakfast is finished, and he plates his eggs on a pile of sticky rice.
This might be my only chance.
“I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. By being here, I mean,” Chay starts. “I swear I had no idea when Macau invited me. He said he was just coming here with his cousins. I-I wouldn’t have agreed. If I knew. I promise.”
Kim turns to face him fully, leaning back against the counter. Chay fidgets beneath the weight of his gaze. “Really?” he asks. He doesn’t sound like he believes Chay one way or the other.
“Yeah, yes, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m obviously,” he waves his hand between them, “You know, but like. You’re with your family. That’s not my business… Or anyone else’s,” he adds, trying to reassure Kim he isn’t going to tell anyone about anything that happens on this trip, without saying that outloud and reminding him it was ever a risk in the first place.
“Hmm.”
Please believe me. Even if they never see each other again—Chay will leave right now if Kim tells him to, he’ll figure it out—he needs Kim to believe this. That Chay isn’t another vulture trying to take more of him than Kim is willing to give, as if it’s something he’s owed just because he’s a fan.
“Porchay, right?” Chay nods. “How do you know my cousin?”
“We go to school together.”
Kim looks at him doubtfully. Chay’s face goes hot, and reminds himself what Porsche told him before he left; just because they’re rich doesn’t mean they’re better than you, don’t forget that.
“I’m, uh, I’m there on scholarship.”
“Really? That’s not an easy scholarship to get.” No kidding. Chay took a summer prep course for the entrance exam and that alone was almost too much. The exam itself nearly made him pass out. “What was your score?”
“Uh… One hundred percent.”
“Bullshit.”
Chay flushes, equal parts embarrassed and something slightly less than angry. “They made me take it twice. The proctors thought I cheated the first time.” He didn’t. He’d spent the entire summer studying, because Porsche told him this is what he needed to do for his future. To make their parents proud. Chay never knew their parents; he just wanted Porsche to be happy, and to repay him for being such a good brother.
“And you got the same score?”
“... Ninety-eight percent, the second time.” He was terrified, and that meant he made mistakes he wouldn’t have otherwise.
“Still nearly perfect.” Kim regards him carefully, his head tilted, and Chay is too incensed to properly appreciate the flex of Kim’s bare arms across his chest. “Interesting.”
Chay thinks that maybe, from anyone else, interesting might have meant impressive.
Kim turns his back on him again, then, leaving Chay to eat his now-cold breakfast while he finishes his coffee. Neither say anything else. It’s painful in a way silence always is for him—to Chay, silence means loneliness, means sitting at home and waiting for his brother to walk through the door, bloody and beaten, or it means hiding from debt collectors—but Chay refuses to break it again.
He also refuses to look at Kim, which is why he startles when a porcelain cup is set down in front of him with a delicate clink, a cappuccino with delicate-looking latte art and a dusting of cocoa powder. He looks up and Kim’s back is already to him again as he finishes making his own coffee. He cleans the espresso machine, puts away his tools, and leaves without another word, no doubt in search of a better refuge to enjoy his morning coffee, without Chay breathing down his neck. Even though Chay already wasn’t doing that.
Whatever, it’s not like it matters.
Chay picks up his latte. He’s a little bit mad at how good it is, blooming rich and smooth on his tongue, and not overly sweet.
Like Kim, he thinks, glowering into the milk foam.
#cookie writes#kimchay#this is vaguely dead friends forever inspired#but it'll prob be way less spooky bc horror is hard to write#mostly it's going to be the theerapanykuls emotionally terrorizing Chay the whole time lol
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hiiii i loved your nolan fix sm ahhh ❤️🩹 i was wondering if you could write another one where the reader is nolan’s gf and filming with mrbeast crew or something like that? thank you!!
Summary: competitive Nolan and gf have to compete in a couples challenge video
CW: light hurt/comfort, low key dramatic
“What,” Nolan asked with a nervous laugh of disbelief as he finally realized what the video that Jimmy invited the two of you to be on under the pretense of ‘you’ll know more when you get there’.
You on the other hand felt a little bit of excitement bubble up inside of you at idea.
“I don't want to compete with her,” Nolan stated, and your face scrunched up at the response and Jimmy grinned some.
“Why not? I know guys that would love to compete their girlfriends.”
“Maybe know different guys,” Karl commented and you snorted.
“Okay, no. Not like- okay, Nolan why don't you want to compete with your girlfriend?”
“Because if I win her feelings are going to be hurt and if she wins she’s going to rub in my face.”
“Oh, so if she wins you're feelings are going to get hurt,” Jimmy clarified with a satisfied smile.
“Hey, no,” Nolan started to defend but Jimmy waved for Tareq to follow him as he swapped over to you and you couldn't help but laugh at his predicament.
“You seem like you're feeling a lot better about this competition than Nolan is,” Jimmy noted, and you shrugged.
“Well, its not difficult to feel good about an easy win,” you commented and Jimmy’s eyes widened some as Karl let out a laugh.
“Yoh hear the Nolan, you're girlfriend said you're a loser, she doesn't think you stand a chance. Ouch.”
“Okay, yeah, I heard her I’m right here,” he said and Tareq panned them camera from Karl to Nolan before back to you and you just shrugged before Jimmy moved on too one if the other couples he invited that we're in another room.
“Tense in here,” Karl commented and Nolan went over to push him out the door and he complained the entire way very lightly fighting back.
“I have to be in here so we know you two aren't conspiring,” he finally whined.
“What do you mean conspiring were competitors?”
“Okay winning team gets a prize, but the person on each team with the most points gets a different prize.”
“Jimmy would do something like that wouldn't he,” you commented before crashing onto a beanbag in the room and Nolan fell somewhat on top of you.
“Well, this is the last time you guys can be nice to each other until the end of the challenge. Anything you want to say,” Karl asked after switching on his camera.
“Good luck, you're going to need it,” Nolan said and you let out a laugh wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as he sat on top of you.
“What ever helps you sleep at night, baby.”
Not long after the two of you were split up and brought to the first challenge, foam pit fist fight. To be clear their we're giant square foam gloves over both your hands, and well as multiple pieces of foam armour. It was ridiculous to say the least.
And, it was all a fun and fine friendly competition until the round four- lovers quarrel.
You were each given lines, some of which were text from your phones and some which were fake the goal was to guess based on the others persons personality and expressions during the game which were real and which were fake.
“-’I mean I don't know sometimes I just wonder if we should break up’” Karl read and you let out a small laugh.
“Fake,” you answered and the buzzer went off, and your eyes widened as you looked to Karl and his own eyes widened as he looked between you and the person who had each of the real fake inputs programmed into his computer.
“Doesnt matter, that was my last one right,” you asked and Karl nodded and you got up moving to the love conquers all obstacle course and powering through it just enough to hit the buzzer.
“And, like that the girlfriends are one up on the boyfriends,” Jimmy yelled and he went to film a small bit with you but you waved him off as you stepped away from everyone while still being in the room, trying to use everything in you not to cry before the buzzer went off again, and then a third time, and then a fourth and by the fourth time, you could here Nolan.
“Hey,” he called with a warm laugh and you turned around toward him trying to keep the devestation off your face.
“Do you ever think we should break up,” you asked, fishing for honesty, but his smile just dropped some.
“What?”
“Just, do you ever think that? It's okay if you do, I just I don't know, do you,” you asked and everything you were feeling was beginning to leak through onto your face and in your movements and voice.
“I- do you want to break up?”
“Do you,” you asked again, with so much more force this time and his eyes ran along your face and no words followed. Not a no. God, he wasn't saying no.
And, shit it would've spiraled so far if Karl wouldn't have started yelling your name and sprinting toward you, “It was a machine error! I talked to the guy and it was a machine error. Your answer was right. It was fake.”
“It was you asked,” your voice cracking in a little bit of relief, even though you drill werent confident.
“Yeah, okay, this is the screenshots of text used, and this is the list of fakes that AI came up with. It's just- the machine fluked. He never sent that anyone, okay?”
“You never texted someone that you want to break up,” you asked, voice and eyes watery as you looked back to Nolan.
“No, I would never. I love being with you.”
“Why didn't you say no when I asked then?”
“Because, I thought that was what you wanted and I was trying to change your mind,” he said and it only made you cry a little harder. You felt like a jerk. He said you name quietly pulling you in a hug. “I love you. I don't want to break up. In fact, I want to watch you go win your big prize and then I want to go home and I want to do whatever you want to celebrate your victory.”
��I’m so sorry,” you muttered over and over and he rubbed your back. “I’m a big dummy.”
“It's okay. You were upset and hurt. I would've been too.”
“I love you,” you finally muttered, pulling yourself together and moving so you could look him in the eye.
“I love you more.”
“Yeah, probably,” you agreeded and he let out a slight laugh along with his complaints, as you used needing to film the last bit of the video as an excuse. But, with the way you heart swelled when he could do nothing but compliment you when being interviewed about losing, you doubted that he could truly ever love you more than you love him.
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(A date?) E.M pt two
Trigger warning no minors 18+read if you dare
Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader
Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)
The next day you put eyeliner just cause you knew he might come back today..So you waited it was noon then you waited and it was sunset and you waited... and It soonly turned to 6:00 closing hour.Hell you should've known he wouldn't come you turn your back to the street and locked the store up then you walked to your car opened the door. When you heard a familiar jingle of chainsRunning towards you. "Y/N! Wait!!"It was him. He had his Jean vest and black leather jacket on over a corroded coffen shirt and black ripped jeans over combat boots chains hung from his belt loop and a silver chain was on his neck "sorry i -i meant to come earlier i just was getting ready and the time flew." You look closely at him he had eyeliner on and he sewed the patches in the exact spot you placed them. "Eddie you look pretty good today" you said shyly. His eyes swoop from your face to your feet twice "you also look great my dear. But I-I Uh came back to ask you outOn a Datee if you wanted too?" He looked away averted your eye contact as he said those words he was worried you'd be another rejection. "Yes" he looked back "yeah?" You nodded yes "take me away eddie" he smiled wide "well i was hoping to cook for you at my place if you're up for it."Usually you'd never ever go into the place of someone you barely knew. But eddie was different he was sweet and kind and it feels as if you've known him you're whole life"Okay lets go." You got in the van of Eddie's. And he drove you to the trailer lot He opened the doors for you And you were in the place smelled of febreeze and cigarettes dimly lit but comfortable and cleaned "make youself at home.""Do you live alone?." You say sitting on the couch "nah i live with my uncle wayne hes out until tomorrow afternoon. " this man. Sent his uncle home. For the whole night just for you he wanted to get laid and boy did that turn you on. "So do you like spaghetti? " "yeah. Why?" You hear him turn the water on "well thats what im making if that sounds good?" You hear him break a glass. "Yeah sounds good but you should let me help you make it." "Do you want to?" "Yeah sure why not. " "Great cause i have no idea what im doing"You got of the couch and went into the kitchen seeing eddie. His hair tied back holding a dust pan with a broken glass cup and a Lil goofy smile on that just made you giggle. He threw the glass in the trash and snapped the dust pan on the broom and was in the sink washing his hands "sorry im pretty clumsy sometimes." You smile "eh its no big deal.. so first we....•
#fandom#eddie munson#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x you#eddie munson lives#eddie munson x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie#fanfic#stranger things 4#A date em#eddie munson smut#corroded coffin#stranger things s4#stranger things au
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MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: An Insufferably Queer Film Review
I rewatched MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (1987) for the first time since it came out last night and WOW I have some thots about this thing. We enjoyed roasting the living shit out of it but there's a few gold nuggets in there despite the brutal budget cuts that impacted the plot and what not.
Contains plenty of spoilers.
God bless Wardrobe
OK so … the film doesn't bother to set up any real motivations for the characters, and He-Man (an incredible looking Dolph Lundgren rrrowrrrr) has almost no dialogue which is such a fucking waste.
But this complete lack of narrative framework means we can apply OUR OWN explanations to events.
From the very beginning Skeletor has this obsession with He-Man, which will simmer and then culminate in a final showdown. But before we get to that hot mess, we have to wade through the middle of the film.
He gets as much screen time as He-Man.
Meet the utterly repulsive dwarf scientist Gwildor played by Billy Barty, a rinse-and-repeat of his performance as an utterly repulsive magic troll in Legend (1986). This dwarf is the film's Jar Jar. His face is like a deep dish pizza after an acid attack. His real mouth is visible behind the immobile thick prosthetics and it makes for some truly disturbing close-up dialogue shots. Please, pan away from Pizza the Hutt and give us another shot of Lundgren's pecs please I am begging you, DP
We find ourselves in Gwildor's hobbit hole, and he's a magical inventor. So he has this cylindrical object, it's not clear whether it's a weapon or a teleporter but I'm calling it the Butt-Reamer 9000. Inexplicably, there are two of these things and Skeletor has the other one, and wants to collect both of them. So Skeletor has an excuse to go hunting He-Man as he's hunting his missing McGuffin, er I mean sex toy.
Features rotating ticklers, a big improvement over the Butt Reamer 8000.
The thing about the Butt-Reamer 9000 is its magical power to make even this promising setup devolve into a grind as it whisks the Eternians into the magical, enchanting world of a 1987 New Jersey parking lot. WHO WROTE THIS?
The entire middle of the movie is pretty much hot garbage and involves police detectives, arson, vandalism, high school prom, and other dumb bullshit. Aside from the distractingly naked He-Man, the good guys are an utter bore and include some Eternians, some regular Earth humans and their quotidian concerns which really brings down the fun of the movie. (No, baby Courtney Cox, I don't care about your imminent breakup with your mediocre boyfriend!)
The film owes a second mortgage to Star Wars and steals a lot of ideas from it, from bad guys in shiny black stormtrooper helmets, to heroes shooting blue lasers, baddies shooting red.
Let's turn from this depressing state of affairs and focus back on our cherished villain blorbos.
(L-R: Karg, Evil-Lyn our goddess, and Blade.)
Evil-Lyn is beautiful, evil, a cold bitch queen. Gurl you can do so much better than sticking with this loser Skeletor.
Dump! Him! He's gay anyway!
Skeletor is a shit lazy boss of Greyskull and makes Evil-Lyn run the goddamn place in general. He literally shoots the messenger at one point. Great for morale, there, Skel buddy.
Look closer. Fierce!
There's a number of budget rate henchmen on the job, including Karg, who used a whole can of aqua net this morning and is running around in a white fur capelet with a massive bouffant. He is just doing his best okay, really it's hard to look fabulous around these other bitches.
Blade definitely deserved more screen time
Also, Blade, who had a slutty costume of silvery scale maille or something, and was a bit like a sci-fi bondage Riff Raff / space Judas Priest. Best side character costume.
So, there we have it, the queer coded villain roster of the film.
This homemade collage is for sure taped inside Skeletor's locker at school
Note the gigantic brown eye.
Finally, thank Satan, we return to Castle Greyskull, though it's more like beige-and-brown-skull. But aside from the questionable use of faux marble finishes, this is a quality villain lair with hard points installed directly in the floor of the living room, convenient death pits, and an excellent throne setup that I'm pretty sure they recycled for The Fifth Element.
He-Man is captured alive and brought before Skeletor. Blade does the honors with a 15 foot glowing red bullwhip to He-Man's naked and oiled back, much to the delight of dyed-in-the-wool sadist Evil-Lyn.
Movie is getting good now. Was the side quest to Jersey really necessary?
Skeletor, though, watches this action from the throne and has a lot of interesting responses. We had to conclude that Skeletor is a big old bottom but won't admit it. As a dom he is utterly ineffective. He's trying to make He-man kneel and all this shit but He-Man is not submissive at all. Skeletor is … lol. He really just wants to smell He-Man's dick.
The depths (heh) of his bottom nature will become apparent shortly. But first, a costume change.
Skeletor's glow up --- i'm every woman.
Honey we know you're just trying to impress He-man.
Werk tho.
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Hole
The gigantic sky-sphincter directly behind the throne has slid open wide… "Begin! The Goatse Ritual! Join me, He-Man, as I become LORD OF THE GAPE"
But He-Man's phallic symbol shines bright in defiance. In the end, Skeletor is vanquished symbolically by his own nature and instead of his hole swallowing He-Man, a gaping hole swallows Skeletor instead.
They don't really explain what happened to Evil-Lyn after He-Man's inevitable victory in final man to man combat but she was too smart to get caught sleeping in there and must have survived. What a hot evil competent BABE. After the events of the film end, I vote that Evil-Lyn seduces Teela (the good guy solder lady) and has a hot toxic lesbian affair with her.
Evil-Lyn serves cunt in hell 4 evar
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
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Nice fanart
Another breakdown on Buzzfeed if you enjoyed mine this is even more gay headcanon
The movie is free on Tubi if you want to subject yourself to it.
ArmoredSuperHeavy, 19 Aug 2023
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So the cake is done! I can't speak on the taste as of right now since I haven't tried it yet but I'll talk about the process.
I don't think I let the cake cool enough before removing it from the pan so the shape is a bit messed up. It literally fell apart on me so I kind of just pieced it back together and covered it up with frosting. lol The chocolate avocado frosting didn't turn out as smooth as it looked in the recipe I copied, but I bastardized both the cake and the frosting recipes that I used for inspiration so maybe my experimentation is to blame for both of those mishaps. Also I'm not sure if its the mixture of the different types of icing or what but the store bought icing I used for decoration started to bleed, as you can see, so it isn't as pretty as it could've been.
In the middle of the cake is a layer of thinly sliced cinnamon apples topped with cinnamon pumpkin. Does cinnamon go with chocolate cake? No idea but it seemed appropriate to add (to me) so I did. Apple because of Wei Wuxian's donkey Lil' Apple, and pumpkin because his birthday is on Halloween and what is Halloween without pumpkin? The writing is supposed to say Wei Wuxian, but my writing also sucks so if you can't read it or if it isn't quite right sorry about that. lol I did ghost bunnies and ghost fires for the cake (because Wei Wuxian loves bunnies and he likes going on night hunts, also Halloween). The roses were store bought and are just there to look pretty (and maybe symbolize what a simp I am for him but we'll ignore that one). The blueberries were originally going to be used for the ghost bunnies eyes and mouths but they ended up being too big so I just made them hold them instead and used the rest for decoration. I was going to put ghost bunnies all around the side of the cake but I stopped at just those two because the second one looked so horrible. I didn't actually use any proper cake decorating tools/tips so I was limited on what I could feasibly do with the store bought icing I used for decoration.
Anyways I'm a loser and here is Wei Wuxian's birthday cake!
Edit: Taste update! The apple is a no go in my opinion. It just brings too many different flavors into the cake. I recommend sticking with only pumpkin as the filling and then topping it with blueberries. It tastes way better that way. The fake roses, while edible, taste pretty bad. The rest is pretty good!
Another edit: Yup I totally fucked up spelling Wei Wuxian's name. This is how it should look. 无羡. So I didn't mess up terribly bad but it still wasn't quite right. 😔
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*parts of this article was written previously and then recently updated*
Taylor Swift isn't just a pop icon anymore; she's the next great American dynasty, singlehandedly steering some of the country's most vaunted brands and institutions.
Why it matters: She already fueled the nation's economy for much of the summer and drove thousands to register to vote. Now, she's a beacon of opportunity — and cash — for both the NFL and Hollywood.
The NFL: Swift was spotted cheering on the Kansas City Chiefs alongside Donna Kelce, mother of Chiefs tight end, Travis Kelce, during last Sunday's game against the Chicago Bears.
Throughout the broadcast, Fox panned over to Swift nine times throughout the game and social media was abuzz over her attendance.
The NFL flashed images of Swift in their game day graphics throughout the game, released 10 TikToks on the official NFL account — which changed its bio to read "9/24/23. Taylor was here' — and NFL on Fox even ran an ad capitalizing on her romantic link to Kelce.
Kelce is also a recipient of the halo effect. In the 24 hours following the game, he gained over 300,000 new social media followers, saw a 400% increase in merchandise sales and his podcast ranked #1 on the Apple charts.
By the numbers: Her attendance did in fact drive ratings, particularly among young, female viewers
The Chiefs vs. Bears game drew 24.3 million viewers, making it the most-viewed telecast of the week, and female viewership in the key 18-49 demo saw a 63% increase.
What they're saying: "This buzz around Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift isn't just about speculation about their relationship, it's about the Halo Effect at work - where one person's influence boosts the appeal of others around them. Suddenly, football is more than a game; it's a stage for pop culture," said communication expert Molly McPherson.
"It isn't just an academic theory; it's a savvy marketing move. When an All-Pro tight end like Travis Kelce invites Taylor Swift to a game, he's essentially inviting her entire fan base to tune in as well. Swift, Kelce, the NFL, and the Kansas City Chiefs all come out ahead. There was only one loser in Sunday's game, and it was the Chicago Bears."
Box office: With Hollywood mired in the depths of dual labor disputes, this fall's movie slate was looking pretty bare for theaters — until Swift delivered an unexpected jolt with the surprise announcement of her "Eras Tour" film, set for release this month.
Swift and her family directly negotiated a distribution deal with theater chain AMC, leaving out the traditional studio middlemen via an agreement that could upend how concert films are released in the future, per Puck's Matthew Belloni.
The concert film is tracking toward a $100 million opening weekend domestically — and likely much higher, according to Deadline, with one analyst calling it a "unicorn."
Its announcement also forced a last-minute jolt of Hollywood's release calendar, as Blumhouse head Jason Blum moved up the release of the forthcoming "Exorcist" sequel by a week, declaring "#TaylorWins."
The big picture: Swift has so much influence, clout and engagement for a reason.
She has won over the trust of her fandom — referred to as Swifties — through authentic and direct communication across social media and through fan experiences.
Her penchant for hiding clues and Easter eggs throughout her communiques is so well-known that she took over Google Search to reveal new song titles last month.
Music accolades aside, Swift gained even more respect from her fellow musicians by challenging the way artists were compensated across streaming platforms.
What's next: Swift is expected to attend this week's Chiefs vs Jets game, which could continue to bring more eyeballs, more chatter and more money to the NFL.
The bottom line: When Taylor Swift gets involved, the only blank space that matters is on the checks that'll inevitably be cashed.
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As I’m currently resting my wrist from drawing and I’m still thinking out more detailed story beats for WC I thought I’d just do some random rambling about my Pikmin au that won’t be very organized lol. Also adding a cut here as not to flood anyone’s unfortunate timeline
First off since I imagine I’ll get asked this someone someday, a small list of all the local losers preferences.
Olimar - Straight Cis. Doesn’t really get anything outside his bubble but is supportive regardless.
Louie - AroAce Cis (also has the tism). His only love is food.
Alph - GayDemi Cis. Likes love but not actively looking for it.
Brittany - GayDemi Cis. Her and Alph always laugh about the fact people think they’re dating just because they show physical affection to one another sometimes.
Charlie - Bi Cis. Koppite crew is literally the LGB.
Pom - Straight trans. You are not safe from Pingo propaganda.
Terry - Bi Cis. Probably doesn’t even know what being bi is and just thinks he has to make up his mind.
Penelope - Pan cis. Olimars shock when he found out when they were dating that she found girls cute too.
Zack - Pan trans. Saw he had 13 brothers and said wouldn't it be funny to have another.
Yorke - Straight cis. The most gay looking straight guy.
Nelle - Straight cis. to yorke "i hate you sm. wanna kiss"
Dobbs - Gay cis. Charlie and Dobbs are the local toxic yaoi so sorre
Shepherd - AroBi cis. the only dates that exist are DOG PARK dates.
Collin - BiDemi cis. Currently married to coffee and 4 hours of sleep
Russ - Straight cis. Probably does have a wife but no kids
Yonny - AroAce non-binary (F to NB) masculine presenting. Galaxy record for being the first person to survive giving top surgery to himself.
Dingo - Straight cis. Yonny makes fun of his failure of flirting.
Bernard - AceBi cis. He will never realize hes being flirted with at any point in time.
Now thats done, some more stuff about just some general relationships people have with each other. Olimar and Louie when Louie first joined HF were pretty neutral about each other even after 4 but after 2 and deeply apologizing for leaving him behind scared, Louie and Olimar got much friendlier with each other. They started carpooling and even spending some time outside of work together. While Terry thinks Louie is cool if a bit strange sometimes, Lebe is rather more skeptical and scared of him. Penelope worries he might be a bad influence but can't help but worry about Louie as much as Olimar does when Oli vents to her about Louie.
Alph and Brittany are best friends but their relationship isnt the most balanced at times. Brittany is quite quick to getting emotional and blaming others for things. Alph tries not to hold it against her too much given hes aware of her issues and why she is like that in the first place but it can rub off on his timid nature. Though he admired Charlie all through 3, Brittany's negative comments eventually changed Alph's perception on Charlie to just being someone he works with.
Now some of my own world building brain rot wo! a time system, joy. I was just thinking about how do people keep time between every other planet so i propose: Galactic time.
Galactic time is not based off anything but purely numbers. 1 "day" is 20 hours long and there is no PM or AM. Its based of a single founding clock that all the other galactic clocks follow now and is usually exclusively used for interstellar work and jobs or meeting up on different planets. The galactic months are all 25 days long with only 10 of them. a galactic week is 5 days long and though i don't have names at the moment the months and days also have different names as not to get confused with any planet names or calendars they might have.
thank you if you've read my ramblings this far. have louie drinking paint
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Trans Arcane Week - Day 2: Family
A late submission for Day 2 and a preview of day 3: self-expression:
Silco’s always supported Jinx expressing herself. He shouldn’t have been surprised when she wanted to return the favor.
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“One layer is enough right?” Jinx asks from her perch on the couch, boots and socks off and toes splayed wide so the freshly-multicolored nails don’t touch.
“No.” Silco answers from his permanent post at his desk, not looking up from a shipping manifest. “Let the base set, then build up, layer by layer.”
“Layers? What am I, a cake? How many? Two?”
“With a sealant on top, to preserve it.”
Jinx groans and kicks her feet into the air.
“Patience, child. These things take time.”
“I’ve been patient. Ugh, I need to create a formula that dries faster.” Jinx jumps to her feet and wobbles across the office to throw herself across the desk in an exaggerated swoon. “This is the WORST. I’m so BORED. Let me paint yours.”
Silco signs a looping ‘S’ on a dotted line. “No.”
Jinx grabs his hand anyways. He smoothly transitions his pen to the left hand and keeps working (the showoff). She nibbles her thumb and rubs at his fingers with her other hand, admiring the sheen of his nail bed. “Wow, you have really nice nails.”
“Because I don’t chew them.”
Jinx scowls and retracts the digit from her mouth. "GOOD. Then the nail polish will last longer."
A few seconds later, a colorful assortment of pilfered nail polishes are strewn across Silco’s desk. The full gamut of neons, pastels, and even some boring ones thrown in for CONTRAST.
“Hmm, what to pick, what to pick.” Jinx examines each bottle in turn: winners get a comfy spot on top of a pile of receipts while losers get chucked in the general direction of the couch. The temptation to pick pink or lime is almost overpowering but Jinx tamps it down. She’d have to ease her dad into those. Better to start with something he’d be only a little uncomfortable with, something already in his existing palette maybe–
“Ooooo, this one! Black. Bold. Fits the whole vampire goth thing you got going on.”
Silco lips quirk up at that. “Good guess.”
“What?”
“That was my preference, a long time ago. When I was around your age.” When Silco talks about the past, he either overflows with zealous passion (which means its BIG speech time ugh) or sinks into a wistful nostalgia. This time, Silco’s face softens. “Black or blue. It did look good.”
“Oooh, were you exploring the joys of adulthood? Finding yourself through creative self-expression?” Jinx rolls her eyes and gesturing at his stuffy attire. “Shame it didn’t pan out”
Silco sighs and leans back into his chair, carding fingers through his hair though it was already perfectly styled. “I put that part of myself away.”
Jinx furrows her brow, she’s been hoping he’d rise to her bait, not get…sad or whatever. “Like…you didn’t like it?”
Silco hums. “Not quite. It simply didn’t serve me.”
“Serve you? What happened to ‘wear what makes you happy, Jinx’?”
“Nothing. You should wear what makes you happy.” Silco leans forward and levels a steady gaze on his ward. “And I wear what gets me results.”
“Oh no,” Jinx groans, “I feel a lecture coming on and I’ve already hit my lecture quota for this week sooo–”
“I had to become what they fear, Child. That took some forms of self-expression off the table.”
“Hahahah, so that”–Jinx waves at his chest–“is what people are afraid of? Fancy vests with gold trim?”
Silco huffs a laugh. “Oddly enough, yes. People are strange. The structure, the materials, it sends a message.”
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I WILL FINISH THIS, I SWEAR @arcanefandomweek
#transarcaneweek#silco#jinx#arcane#nailpolish#all the fathers day posts got me in a mood#so here's a lil familial bonding#arcane silco#arcane fanart#arcane jinx#the only reason Jinx's nails look good in this pic is because she JUST painted them before doing her toes ahah
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“And then?”
“And then there was a great earthquake that sank Atlantis and no one ever saw her again.”
“No, dad! You’re mixing up the stories again!”
“Oh? Am I? Do you think you could tell it then?”
“Yes, of course. Lay your head down,” She pats the purple pillow at the head of her bed and hands him her stuffed dog, “and here’s Hawkeye. Get tucked in, and it works best if your eyes are closed so you can see the story.”
“Right, thank you, Katie.” He plays along, pulling the extra blanket from the foot of the bed over his torso and settles into the pillows. His daughter sits criss-crossed next to him, her back against the wall as she holds open a book.
She clears her throat before beginning, “Dad, your eyes are still open.”
“Sorry, ok,” He squishes them shut, “I’m ready now.”
Kate adjusts so her knees are pulled up and she can rest the book against the tops of her legs. She turns the page, which is just a formality because she does not plan on reading from the children’s book.
Her father never does - only pretends while he makes up his daring tales of adventure. Kate is seven now and knows there isn’t a character named Pigsy Pie in the Magic Treehouse, but it’s too funny when her dad speaks his lines in a high pitched voice to tell him otherwise. It’s become their inside joke. Now it’s her turn.
She slides her finger down the page of Peter Pan, clicking her tongue like she’s just found where she had left off from the previous day, “Ah, yes, here we are. Our brave goddess isn’t in Atlantis, but she’s stuck in the Underworld!”
Kate frowns. The word ‘stuck’ doesn’t fit quite right. Feels funny in her mouth. “No, wait, dad. We have to start over and go back.”
“Just erase the page, Kate, and you can change the story.”
She nods very seriously, checks to make sure her dad’s eyes are still closed, and takes her hand to lightly swipe over the pages. Once satisfied with the course correction, she continues:
“A long time ago, before you and mom, and grandma, and the dinosaurs,” Her dad chuckles, “There were super powerful people, like Hawkeye, but not really people. They were made from the stars and outer space stuff probably, and it went something like this…”
***
The thundercloud over Olympus has not budged for forty nights. It had clawed its way from the underbelly of a rather calm sky until it made a black eye of Zeus’s realm. It was festering now like a rotted wound.
It started with a question, seemingly mild on the surface: “What do you mean she isn’t here?”
“I-I’m terribly sorry my lord, but no one has seen her.” And his servant had looked to the other, the smallest glance, and the sky had split open with a crack. The glance said: I know we have not yet discussed how we will speak our way out of this ordeal, but go along with this story for now.
And before Zeus seized Violence by the throat, he looked to Force and asked: “Is the other one still here?”
Force had her gaze lowered to the floor, “Yes. Yes, she remains.”
And then Zeus unleashed his wrath with a flash of red and the anger seemed to have turned into an overcast sky that every so often spit fire like venom.
He had lost one of his assets. He had lost. If Zeus was anything, it was a sore-loser. Demeter had fled and left her sister behind. Not a total loss. Still a loss.
The sisters had been captured as soon as Zeus defeated his father. They were born of something older, almost peers of Kronos, and Zeus feared them for it. He had to destroy them and remake them in his image. He had to.
Except Demeter escaped and now there was this obscene weather phenomenon seeping acid rain on his beautiful city. His subjects and lovers thought the powerful storm came from his own doing. They thought his mood so sour that it could conjure such a rage.
They were wrong. It was the abandoned sister’s anguish that drove the unrelenting storm. She mourned with the intensity of a thousand dying suns, and it was ruining Olympus.
So Zeus had done the next best thing: he had involved the Fates. Now he stalks towards the cell holding the remaining sister, his plan unfolding as Force and Violence follow in his shadow.
He opens the door that only responds to his electricity, and it reveals the thing he is most fearful of: a goddess born of death and life. She bares her teeth like a hound, but her hands and feet have been anchored together with old magic. She howls. He knows she would rip open his flesh and eat his heart. He worries she still might be able to.
That’s why he takes something wrapped in golden fleece from Force. That’s why Violence holds down the cursing goddess. She is too powerful to completely eradicate. He must recreate her in his image.
Zeus says to the goddess: “With these scissors forged from the flesh and bone of Kronos, I will cut you in two halves and you will never know your whole self.”
Her screams shake the room, rattle the entirety of Olympus.
And when he is done, and her new souls are wading away from the waters of the River Styx, he says: “From this time forth, you will be known as Persephone, the Goddess of Spring, and your shadow shall be Hades, King of the Underworld.”
***
“Hey kid, your nose is bleeding.” Derek Bishop had opened his eyes part way through his kid’s story. He had double checked the title on the upside down book in her hands, but it gave no insight to where his daughter was going with her tale. And now her nose was bleeding. She wasn’t moving though, just staring blankly at the pages of the book. The blood slowly spreading down her face.
“Kate?” Nothing. He reached out to squeeze her knee, “Hey, let’s go get that cleaned up before it gets on the blankets.”
Her eyes focused, “What?”
He’s frowning, rolling out of the bed and motioning for Kate to follow him, “Your nose. It’s bleeding. Come on, let’s get a move on.”
“Oh yeah, mom wouldn’t like it if it stains.”
“Yeah, don’t wanna make her mad, huh? You feeling okay?”
She shrugs in response and follows him to the bathroom just a little down the hall from her room. He says over his shoulder, “Put your head back, Kate, and pinch your nose.”
Now, in the bathroom her dad is tilting her head back to sneak a wad of tissue into her nose, “That was a heck of a story, kid. Where’d you hear it from?”
She waits for him to stop messing with the tissue, before answering: “I don’t know.”
“Was it your mom?”
“Mom doesn’t tell stories.”
“Something on TV?”
She tries to think, swings her legs from her perch on the toilet seat, but something hurts in the middle of her brain, so she stops trying to remember: “No, I don’t know.”
“Katie, the other side of your nose is bleeding.”
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Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram
Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!
Naomi:No this man´s wasted.
Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!
Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.
Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already
Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!
Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!
Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?
Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.
Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.
Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.
Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party
Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me
Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance
Murayama:I gotta see that shit!
Junko:Same.You gotta upload that.
Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!
Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?
Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.
Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.
Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.
Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?
Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.
Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!
Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.
Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.
Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.
Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer
Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!
Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.
Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!
Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.
Dan:No dedication.
Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man
Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)
Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!
Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....
Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!
Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!
Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.
Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....
Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing
Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared
Cobra:Dumbasses
Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra
Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?
Naomi:yes.
Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!
Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.
Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.
Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!
Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool
Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south
Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever
Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman
Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus
Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day
Murayma:I would love that for him actually.
Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!
Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!
Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them
Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.
Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.
Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.
Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all
Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.
Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.
Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.
Noboru:Not anymore at least
Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.
Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast
Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food
Hyuga:or just another drink
Rocky:great then he pukes again
Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat
Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time
Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.
Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel
Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking
Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray
Dan:you´re nasty woman.
Naomi:You love it
Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!
Cobra:White Rascals?
Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!
Murayama:I love this!
Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma
Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.
Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy
Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade
Noboru:She´s less insane tho.
Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.
Rocky:that´s even worse
Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman
Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.
Dan:OI!
Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food
Murayama:or tequila and violence
Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy
Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho
Naomi:We tested that once.
Chiharu:What?!really?!
Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong
Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that
Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.
Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now
Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy
Junko:explains the sweet personality
Dan:what sweet personality??????
Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice
Oshiage:Old one.
Tetsu:Wound treatment time!
Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!
Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.
Smoky:He looks miserable.
Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture
Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.
Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.
Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks
Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses
Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt
Tetsu:We don´t always do
Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights
Cobra:I´m just dedicated.
Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole
Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.
Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts
Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty
Shiba:I´ll go buy some!
Tetsu:Smoking break
Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?
Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars
Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.
Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman
Cobra:I fucking don´t
Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die
Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!
Dan:You had tears streaming down your face
Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up
Rocky:Why?!
Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that
Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!
Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.
Rocky:lunatics
Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car
Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming
Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....
Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!
Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!
Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya
Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!
Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.
#high and low#sannoh rengokai#social media au#sannoh hoodlum squad#ichigo milk#high and low cobra#yamato#noboru#chiharu#tetsu#dan#rocky#murayama yoshiki#smoky#naomi#shibaman#oshiage#junko#white rascals#rude boys#oya high
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Very late Palentine's post
( long post ! Also, it's just kind of awkward writing, but that's better than nothing! x) )
The weather was fair and nice as usual in the terrarium. There were a couple of students there having picnics and bouts of laughter, and they were heard as it was carried through the wind. Kieran looked around, passing by somewhat familiar faces still holding onto Florian’s hand. He was nervous- no, he was absolutely just downright anxious but tried to keep calm and collect doing breathing exercises to help. They were heading over to where Crispin usually hangs out during his league challenge.
As they approach their destination, Kieran looks at the group in surprise, especially seeing Drayton there too. It’s tough getting him moving out of the club room, even having to make him move even an inch just to do something unless it benefits him to take a small nap. The elite four group was sitting at the picnic table and waved at the two as Florian returned it as well, but Kieran was pretty shy to do it. It’s been a while since he has seen them personally. The teen felt guilty as if he was intentionally avoiding them during the time he was in the academy. Well, kind of avoiding them. He just doesn’t like being in the club room.
“Hello you two! I’m glad you guys can make it.” Lacey said happily, clasping her hands together in a cheerful demeanor.
“Yo!” Drayton gave a small salute to the two as a greeting and grinned at Kieran. “Well, well, long time no see, little buddy!”
Kieran gives a meek wave at Drayton. “Y-yeah it’s nice to see you guys...”
“Please sit down, you two! Would love to hear your guys’ story about being together as a couple, hehe.” Lacey motioned at the empty spots of the picnic table with a smile.
-
As the group settled and had some laughs, Crispin stood having his trusty pan on one hand. “THIS GOT ME PUMPED UP! I gotta whip us up something spicy to make it more fun!”
Kieran gulped nervously. Oh boy, that's the last thing he wants to eat. He can already feel his mouth going on fire even though Crispin hasn’t even started cooking! Florian gave Crispin an awkward grin, feeling the same for Kieran. He can take a bit of spice, but Crispin’s spice tolerance is a whole ‘nother level of fiery pain.
As Crispin was about to get fired up with his cooking skills, a figure ran into him, knocking the teen flat to the ground. All Crispin could do is yelp out in surprise as it happened in such short notice.
Kieran looked at the person in question with a confused look, only to notice Florian making a face that is unfamiliar to him yet made him cower a bit in fear.
“Oh my gosh!! Florian,” The girl fixed her hair a bit and dusted herself quickly. She looked at Florian and batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Didn't see you there—”
“Cut that shit out, Reina. You're here to battle Kieran, huh?” Florian glared at her.
“Hmph and so what? I'm battling him to win over your love, and this time, you will only be mine.” Reina replied, her tone all sickly sweet. Kieran shuddered at that.
The girl looked over at him and then walked up to Kieran, jabbing at him with her finger at his chest. “Just so you know you can't run away from this battle. It's all or nothing, you cowardly Wimpod.”
“Reina cut that out—”
As she was about to do another jab, Marshadow appeared between them and slapped her hand away, looking at her with anger in its eyes. Kieran looked at them in surprise as Reina held her hand in comfort as she was greatly injured by them.
“Urgh! Whatever! Get ready to taste defeat and suffer being alone again, loser.” Reina huffed in annoyance and then smiled at Florian in a cute innocent manner. “Do not worry, my love. I will get you back from this freak.”
“Yeah– no, that's not happening.” Florian rolled his eyes.
“I will make it happen, Florian~.”
The Paldean teen shook his head as the girl skipped away to get ready to battle. He turned his attention to Kieran and held both of his hands gently and in comfort. Kieran flinched at first but slowly mellowed out, realizing it was Florian with him. There was worry in his eyes clearly, and honestly, he was scared. Scared of losing the battle, scared to be alone, scared to lose Florian at most.
But deep inside Kieran, he wanted to prove himself that he's not weak anymore. He has come a long way in his life. It was somewhat difficult, but at the same time, the end result was worth it. Kieran doesn't want to give up, not yet and not ever.
“Hey,” Kieran tilted his head a bit at Florian as the other spoke. “just so you know. Even if you don't win, I'm never going to be with her. She doesn't know me. The me that is now in the present. She's stuck in the past and is still in her fantasy land.
And, obviously, when you do beat her. I hope this snaps her out of it in one way or another. Just seeing her is a constant reminder of who I was in the past with her and my old friends. Someone has to bring her out of the past and make her face reality. I know this is me asking too much, but you're the only person here that can do it.”
Florian let out a weary sigh. “I'm sorry about all of this, but she sees you as an obstacle between me and her. So if you are able to—”
“Florian.” Kieran closed his eyes in thought, then opened it, looking at Florian with a small smile. “It's okay. It's not really your fault. If anything, I will try my best to defeat her for you and for her, hopefully.”
The Kitakami trainer looked over at Marshadow as the ghost Pokémon gave a nod to the kid. “Besides I think Marshadow here would love to have some words with her Pokémon pfft.”
“Remind me to get some extravagant treats for this little guy.” Florian chuckled, Furret chirped loudly as to say he deserves a treat too. “And this lil bugger too.”
—
As Kieran prepared himself to battle, Furret climbed onto his shoulder, chirping a bit. He pats the furry Pokémon in thanks to keeping him company as he readies his pokeballs.
“Get ready to lose everything, brat! I will make you regret ever meeting and stealing my Florian from me!” Reina spat at the boy.
Kieran flinched at that, yet he brushed it off quickly. He sent out two of his Pokémon first: Marshadow and Whimsicott.
Reina looked at the two Pokémon in front of her and almost hesitated on sending out her two first Pokémon but quickly got over the feeling she was experiencing and sent out Vaporeon and Cinderace.
Kieran looked at her Pokémon in question. What an interesting setup it was.
—
As both sides battled their hearts out, Kieran only had two Pokémon fainted as Reina was down to her last two Pokémon.
She first sent out her Flapple while gushing about it. Kieran had to do a double take on the name she gave to the Flapple. Florian. The Paldean teen sighed in disbelief while facepalming in the background as Drayton pats the teen’s back in comfort.
“Surely I can pull this through! Zapdos don't fail me now~.”
As she sent out the legendary Pokémon thunder boomed as a shrill cry was heard. Zapdos looked at Kieran and his team with a glare. The boy gulped in fear yet held his ground.
He's going to switch out his Pokémon and finish this once and for all.
“Come back, Dragonite!” Kieran recalled him and sent out his beloved Hydrapple. The hydra Pokémon heads let out a unanimous cry as the leader stared down at the Flapple and Zapdos.
“You'll need some rest too, Grimmsnarrl.” Kieran recalled him as well, his hand hovered over Marshadow's pokeball, and funnily enough, the trainer forgot he caught them with a loveball. He didn't really pay much attention to that detail but realized it. It's endearing to him in a way and somewhat fitting at this moment.
The loveball shook as if eager to battle. Kieran nodded at it and grabbed it. “Come on out, Marshadow!”
The mythical Pokémon let out a cry and flared up a bit. There's really nothing to lose here, and Kieran felt confident for once. It's been a long time since he experienced this feeling for battles.
The two trainers locked eyes at each other and then shouted out commands.
—
Hydrapple charged up its Fickle Beam and went all out on the Flapple, knocking it out right away as both Zapdos and Marshadow traded blows, causing each other to faint.
As the dust settled, Reina fell down to her knees on the ground as she meekly recalled her Pokémon to their respective pokeballs. She tenderly held the pokeball that had Flapple in it and started sobbing.
Kieran stood there slowly, realizing he won the battle. The Furret chirped happily, congratulating his trainer, but was taken aback as Kieran started walking up to Reina.
He stood in front of her as Hydrapple was behind him just in case. “Hey, you really battled hard.. but it's time to let go, you know.”
The girl looked up at him as her eyes filled with so many tears. “W-why are you still being n-nice to m-me. I was s-so nasty to y-you.. Yet despite everything, y-you are still k-kind? E-especially to m-me? Why…”
Kieran scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner. “I'm not a horrible person y'know to just make fun of you or anything at your weakest moment. Though I hope you can change yourself for the better.
I fought with everything I got thanks to the people who genuinely loved me or cared about me. They helped me be the person who I am today. So…” Kieran did a small bow to her. “I hope you also get to experience that well and in a healthy way too.”
Reina sniffled as she gently wiped away her tears from her eyes. “I.. can see why Florian chose you. I-I'm sorry.” Reina got up and dusted herself off as Kieran stood up straight, looking at her eye to eye. “I-I'll just go…and thank you for being a kind person, Kieran.”
The Galarian girl walked away as Kieran and the rest watched her until she was no longer in their sight of view. The Kitakami teen turned around as he was about to let out a sigh of relief and was met with a hug from Florian. The boy squeezed the other tight, burrowing his face into Kieran’s shoulder.
Kieran didn't know what to do but returned the hug to Florian. “Uhh.. are you alright, Florian?”
There was a few seconds of silence as Florian finally let go and had a smile on his face. It was soft and warm. Kieran felt himself melt inside, seeing his boyfriend have such a radiant smile.
“Yeah I'm good.. I'm just happy that you never changed your kind self despite everything being thrown at you. It's pretty admirable, you know.”
Kieran started to feel shy as he started to play a bit with his hair as his eyes lit up with glee. “Ah uhm thank you…”
Crispin walked up to the two and had tears in his eyes. “Kieraaannnn I knew you could do it!!! Dude, you looked so cool too! Like wow!!”
Kieran blinked at him in surprise, now getting more shy from that compliment.
The other elite four members walked up to the three and started talking, then proceeded to continue on with their Palentine’s hang out as the air was once more filled with joy and laughter.
#rotomblr#text post#Palentines day#candyappleshippingau#long post#// UHHH HERE IT IS I GUESS.#// Enjoy?#// Time to do a clean up though! So yes there will be a timeskip. About a month later.#// Because Kieran was touching grass. ( He just wanted to relax after everything lol ) So he's never up to date with everything going on.#// “never” I MEANT NOT*. He's just confused. El oh el
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