#love me those funky little arm boys

[eddiiiieeee]

My Angel ☆

Slash x reader

warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.

summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.

authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 2!!

"Oh go fuck yourself, saul!" she yelled out as tears streamed down her face, staring back at the man she loves. she hid her face in her hands as Saul let realization hit him, he failed her again, he relapsed after promising to stay clean for the third time in their five years together. he called her names, trashed the house, told her he wished he never loved her, that he despised her. all because she had flushed his stash down the toilet, those words were the first thing she said since he started his tantrum. her sobs now filling the apartment "s-shit baby" he mumbled as he walked towards her his hands reaching up to hold her arms "don't touch me" she said flinching away from him almost instantly she finally looked up at him, with a look he couldn't even describe. y/n grabbed her car keys and purse, quickly rushing out of the apartment, leaving saul alone with his mess. she left. his brain was too drugged to comprehend going after her, he didn't know what to do, he was lucky he was even still standing with the number of drugs he's consumed. Saul rushed over to the phone connected to the wall, dialling Stevens number as he waited, till he heard a voice "steven adler speaking!" "adler, I fucking- y/n, she left and... shes gone" saul sobbed into the phone, leaving his friend very confused as Steven looked over at duff who'd been over at his house "hold on, me and duff are on our way okay?" saul nodded, letting the other hang up as he fell against the wall. he looked around the trashed apartment and noticed underneath a pile of glass, was a book. y/ns handwriting on the front of it. it was her journal, the one she always wrote in. he moved over to grab it, his fingers moving over the old leather cover of the book. he opened the book and let whatever page open, his eyes read over the words, letting himself remember how he loved her handwriting, she always said it looked like a little kid's handwriting, almost unreadable but he always read whatever she would write. he noticed the date that was written 22/9/1987. the day guns n roses performed at the ritz in new york. how can he look so pretty, so angelic without even trying, my saul, a complete angel. gosh how I love him, how I adore him, I've loved and adored him since we first met before all this, before guns n roses, back in 84. I don't regret going to Madam Wong's in East Hollywood, I remember how adorable he looked, his hair was less wild then. I remember the funky clothes he wore that night, god how I remember what I felt when he looked at me. I felt like a little girl whose crush held her hand for the first time during recess. I remember how he stumbled over his words when he came up to me afterwards, I remember how gentle his touch was, how he asked to kiss me underneath a faulty street light in California's weather, I remember every date and moment that happened after. I know saul isn't clean anymore, it hurts me knowing he could slip through my fingers at any given moment, he doesn't remember how I held him a few nights back, I could hear his breathing vividly, and I could see how the colour and life was sucked out of him, he looked almost ghost-like. he doesn't know that's why I haven't slept well in the past few nights, how could I? how could I rest knowing my angel might vanish. how I hate when he does it, but then again, how I love him. my beautiful beautiful boy, I gifted him that song and told him it described him very well. a very beautiful boy. I've dreamt of love this good, and I've got it, saul hudson will forever be the man I love. if we're together or broken up, far or close, in love or fighting, he will always be that angel that sits in my heart, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, singing my favourite songs to me, letting me run my fingers through his untamed curls. I wonder if we ever have kids and if they'll take after him, I hope they do, how I would love little version of him, with his beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous black curls, beautiful facial features, warm coloured skin.

how I love him, my sweet beautiful boy, my guardian angel. y/n l/n ♥ Saul hadn't noticed how hard he began sobbing, this was how much she loved him. and yet all he did was tell her he didn't love her at all. he pulled the leather-covered book to his chest and pull his knees to his chest. not realizing that the door had opened and revealed the mess of an apartment to his two friends. Steven's eyes quickly made their way to Saul, who was surrounded by broken glass, and wood. Duff looked around, getting an idea of what just might have gone down. they both rushed over to Slash, glass breaking underneath their steps "Hey man" Steven said as he crouched down to Slash's level "we need you to calm down alright? so you can tell us what happened and where y/n is" the smaller blonde explained as Duff rubbed Sauls back 

"get him some water, Adler" Duff said as Steven rushed to do so. it didn't take Steven long before he made his way back to them handing Saul the glass, who chugged it down rather quickly. "could you now tell us what happened?" Duff asked, Saul, keeping his gaze straight ahead "she found out I relapsed.she flushed all my shit down the drain, and I got mad at her. I yelled, I threw things, broke some more, i-i told her I didn't love her... that I would never forgive her for what she did, fuck man- I told her I hated her, despised her even" he mumbled letting out a sob towards the end "and she told me to go fuck myself, and when I tried to touch her, she moved away and told me to not touch her, and then she... she left without another word. I need her, I really really love her and I fucked up" he mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks, not caring that this had to be the first time he'd cried around the guys. 

Steven squeezed his shoulder before sighing "let's get you to bed, and then I'll clean up here and Duff can go look for y/n/n, okay?" Steven told his friend before he and Duff had helped Slash up and to his bed, the one he and y/n got up from not long ago. the minute Saul's head touched the pillow, he was out. Duff noticed y/n's journal in Saul's grip, he took it and placed it on the bedside table before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Steven grabbed a garbage bag and began cleaning up the glass "you knew. you knew he was doing drugs again and didn't say a word to her." Steven told Duff looking at him "I know, I already feel like an asshole" the man said as he sat down on the couch ..... part 2 will be up soon, I promise!! thoughts?

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[reallyromealone]

Little snippet

Yamada loved playing music while he cleaned, swaying to the music as little (name) watched curiously from his play mat as his dad danced around and decided he wanted to as well.

Yamada smiled as (name) began bouncing happily "show me those funky moves, little listener!" He cheered the babe who clapped and bounced around in his own dance "sho! Look!" The black haired man watched his adoptive son boogy in his own way and he began recording, not expecting (name) to shakily stand and begin dancing well waving his arms and bouncing "get it baby!" Yamada cheered as (name)s shaky legs eventually gave out and the boy fell on his butt "good dance!" Yamada went and lifted his son up and smooched his cheek as (name) bounced a bit more

[pianocat939]

here me out, yan rise boys w/ cat mutant reader hcs? feel free to ignore

Reminds me of how I was called cat instead of my name that one time lmao- these aren't very long since idk I couldn't really think of any major differences (this goes with most animal mutant/yokai requests ngl)

Excuse me for any misconceptions with cats, I haven't been around one in a decade so- also- I did write this one as more romantic leaning

Tw: Donnie putting MC on a diet that's only beneficial for cats, Leo playing "shining knight in armour" bs, delusional, just fluff really

Yan Turtles with Cat Mutant MC Hcs

✦Ronald Reagan's Crusty Elbow✦

Finds you really fluffy and snuggly. If you aren't a touchy person please beware of him because he will want to cuddle. He loves to give scritches behind your ears just to see if you'll purr or make any other pleased noises. If you do, he is gonna be all soft to the point I doubt he'll want to let you go for a moment.

Want your fur to be brushed? Bro is all about it. He might even put on a little Soul music while he brushes you. He tries to make it as calming as possible.

If you idk lick his cheek or somewhere on his face (cuz you're a cat-) I think he would find your weird sandpaper tongue so interesting. Might giggle a bit from the feeling.

✦Lathering Nose✦

He is definitely an asshole. He'll do everything and anything to make you jump or get startled. But as soon as you are, he hugs you and gives a few pecks wherever on your face saying you're safe in his arms. Basically, he's doing the "I'm the cause of it and then acting like I'm saving you from it."

Something tells me he would love stuffing you into like a sack with your head poking out and cuddling with you while you're trapped in the sack. He is all about those nuzzles- he loves nuzzles.

He would 100% buy you weird hats for you to try on- because people do that with their cats. It could be an apple, a turtle, to Donald Trump's hair. He just loves funky hats to give you.

✦Dough Slapping Giraffe✦

He is going to ban you from eating any foods harmful to cats because he's a paranoid fucker. Don't think he won't know, because he'll have cameras, trackers, hell he might even straight up destroy that food forever.

We know he isn't too big on physical affection, but I think he'd like you chilling on his lap while he works. I like to think his lab is a bit chilly considering all the metal and other things, so he likes that you're warm.

I'm sorry but he loves being a menace and playing with you with a laser. Definitely not his lab, but maybe the living room or just a more open space will he whip it out and laugh every time you instinctually want to chase it.

He records any cat-like noise you make it. You cannot convince me otherwise. He'll likes to listen to it if he ever has issues with sleeping or idk whatever negative situation.

✦Morphine Sucker✦

Cuddles, snuggles, pets, scritches; he will be all over you if you're any type of fuzzy animal. If he ever feels bad or just feels lonely he shoves his face into your fur, most often your neck. He has a bad habit of playing with your tail. Not in a malicious way, but he wants to pet it or watch it move around.

If he ever cooks for you, he likes to shape any solids or sauce in the shape of a cat head. He also tends to put in ingredients that are more well-fit for a cat.

He loves the sound of your purrs, he'll just cling to you and listen to it every time it happens. Also, every time you purr, he thinks he's doing a good job at whatever and that his divinity is blessing him. So you're quite literally deluding him more.

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I'm intimidated to write anything that's romantic omg- like I think I've scared myself into putting the least amount of romantic things when I say it's romantic leaning help-

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[clintbartonswife]

i achoo you

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten. Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful' Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s) masterlist   || whumptober2023

"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."

Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.

"Is it that even possible?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"

Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"

"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"

"This is pathetic, even for you."

"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."

"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."

Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.

"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"

"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."

Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"

"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"

Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.

"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"

"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"

Peter groaned again, louder this time, and threw his arm across his eyes. "Why you?"

"That's not a nice way to greet someone bringing you soup!"

Peter made a pathetic noise, halfway between a sniffle and a cough, moving his arm so he could sneak a peek at the merc as he made himself at home in the kitchen.

"That's a pathetic excuse for an apology, but I'm willing to accept it due to your pretty face." Wade was humming quietly to himself as he rummaged around in the cupboard, taking out a bowl with flair and transferring the soup in to it in one smooth motion.

"That wa-aa-as -" Peter paused a moment, waiting to see if the sneeze was about to escape him, continuing as the urge dissipated, "was the most elegant thing I've ever seen you do."

"I dont fuck around with my food," He replied, walking towards the couch, "Unless it's in a sexy-I'm-going-to-lick-chocolate-off-your-body-way, which I'm totally down for any time."

"Charming." Peter rolled his eyes, fighting against his tired muscles and moving into an uneasy sitting position.

"Always for you, baby b- wow. Petey pie, you look awful."

Peter let out a hoarse laugh, accepting the soup with a sarcastic smile.

"Not holding back, huh?"

Wade collapsed backwards on to the ratty futon opposite the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table. After wiggling in to a comfortable position, he lifted his mask to just under his nose and popped a bright pink unicorn lollipop into his mouth. "So, how did the amazing spider-man come down with the common cold? I thought you were immune to shit like that."

Peter shrugged, gulping down the soup.

Wade looked around the room for a few moments, sucking loudly on the lollipop. "How about this for a theory: you worked your pretty little butt off, on your daily patrols, part time job and now... college?"

Peter paused his eating for a moment, "Bio-chem."

"Smart and sexy, the whole package!"

"How you find me sexy right now, I have no idea."

Wade slurped extra loudly on the lollipop, looking Peter up and down. "Those hello kitty pyjama pants look good on you. Plus I can't get sick."

"Is that so?"

"Scientifically proven, baby boy. My skins so fucked up because my cells are dying and reproducing every second. Ergo, can't get sick."

"That... proven how, exactly?"

"Trial and error." At Peter's questioning look, he smirked, "There's only so many times you can regrow the majority of your body and not realise that something's funky."

"Funky is one word fo-oor-ACHOOO."

Wade jumped up from his seat, running to his bag and pulling out a disney themed box of tissues. "I came prepared!"

"Princesses? Really?"

"Yes, and look there you are!" He replied, pointing at Cinderella.

"Okay... I'm going to need an explanation."

"She's broke, you're broke. Twins!"

Peter rolled his eyes, though accepted the tissues. Wade laughed, "I guess you're just lucky that I'm here, your knight in shining armour, offering to be your sugar daddy."

"Oh god - don't phrase it like that. I've been getting by on my own just fine, tha-ahhh-ahhh-"

"Bless you."

Peter glared at him. "You jinxed me."

Wade pouted, "Want me to kiss it better?"

At this, Peter threw the tissue box, successfully hitting him in between the eyes.

"Ow!"

Peter grumbled something under his breath, placing the empty soup bowl on the table and burying himself once more into the couch.

"I take back the Cinderella comparison. You're much more like Grumpy Peg-Leg Pete."

Wade laughed at the offended noise emanating from the sofa, finishing his lollipop with a satisfied sigh and jumping up from his seat. "Well, if my assistance is no longer needed..."

"Wait."

Wade grinned, holding his hand up to his ear mockingly, "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Peter huffed, sticking his head fully out of his blankets, enunciating his words clearly. "Don't leave... please."

Wade's grin widened, throwing himself on to the end of the couch, grabbing Peter's feet and placing them on his lap. "I knew you needed me Petey Pie."

"How did you know," the boy replied, sarcasm strong in his tone, "I want you, I need you, oh baby, baby."

The merc's smile didn't drop, relaxing into the chair as he began massaging one of the spider's feet. "Jokes on you, your sarcasm just turns me on more."

"You're insatiable."

"For you? Yes. I'm all the big words. Unquenchable, titillated, concupiscent." He gave a look off to the side, "Thanks for the tutoring Prodigy."

"You -" Peter tried to see what he was looking at, writing it off as one of Deadpool's quirks, "whatever. You missed a word though: persistent."

"How else am I going to get you to admit your deep and passionate love for me?"

Peter rolled his eyes, though didn't offer a rebuttal, instead allowing himself to melt into the pillows as Wade's fingers methodically worked out all the tension in his feet. He let out a sigh, arm thrown over his eyes once again as he willed for the grogginess to leave.

"What's troubling you, baby boy?"

"College essay is due in three days and I still haven't started it."

"Oh?"

"'S all about chemical bonding agents and I - aaaACHOO -" He paused, using his webs to grab the tissue box from across the room and blowing his nose with a pathetic lack of energy before continuing. "I just think that if I think too long about one thing I might die."

"And you can't get an extension?"

"No."

"What about if Bea and Arthur ask?"

"You're not going to threaten my professor with your katanas."

Wade sighed dramatically, but let the issue drop. Now bored, he began to tap out the tune of Grace Kelly on Peter's legs, humming quietly under his breath.

In that moment, the weird domesticity of the scene hit the student, peaking out from under his arm to watch Wade. It felt comfortable, safe in a way that he hadn't felt since developing his powers. He felt cared for. Loved.

Eyes flaring slightly, he pushed that thought away.

"Thank you, 'Pool."

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For coming to look after me."

"Anything to spend time with you and your tight little ass, Petey!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes fondly at the intentional lewdness, gently kicking his chest with his foot. "I mean it."

Wade pressed both hands to his cheeks, shoulders raising as he let out a squeal. "Oh em gee, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"This is what I get for trying to be serious -"

To Peter's surprise, Wade paused for a moment. When he next spoke, it was with a certain genuineness that he rarely heard from the merc. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. There's nothing to thank."

Breath caught in his chest, Peter allowed himself to sit up, looking at Wade with new eyes. Without even realising it, his hands had moved to lie on the edges of the mask, waiting for an answer.

"Webs -"

He could feel Wade's breath brush along his palms, finally removing the mask as the merc let out a hesitant nod.

Wade's eyes were blue, deep and endlessly curious.

Mask laid to the side, Peter's eyes rushed to drink in every detail of the man's face, fingers moving across the textured surface with barely restrained admiration.

"I think you're my favourite person."

The confession escaped him, surprising even him with the certainty behind the words.

Wade's eyes sparkle when they smile.

"You're going to make me blush, baby boy."

His eyes flickered to his lips.

"Did you mean what you said... about not caring that I'm sick?"

Wade's eyes widened, wordlessly nodding.

"Good."

Their lips clashed together with unbridled passion, Peter pushing away any doubt he held on to and clinging on to Wade's deceptively strong arms for balance.

The merc met him eagerly, gleeful as he buried his hands into the boy's hair, gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Peter's spine. At his reaction, Wade smiled, nipping at his lower lip in order to pull another delicious response from him.

The spider had to pull away first, cheeks blazing and chest heaving.

Wade moved one hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the smooth skin as his eyes searched for any sign of regret. "Webs..."

"I think - I think I lo-oo-ACHOO." He quickly turned away, sneezing into his shoulder.

Wade roared with laughter, offering a tissue as Peter's blush deepened.

"I achoo you too."

#whumptober 2023 #marvel #whumptober #peter parker fic #peter parker #wade wilson #peter parker x wade wilson #spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #team red #marvel fluff #fluff #whump and fluff #whump #spiderman whump

[theealluringstoryteller]

Agaisnt The World Around Us

Chapter 5: The wedding

Clara snuggled her son relishing in the warmth his body gave as she read the words off the pages of the book she found in their small library in the village. Despite him being 13 she appreciated him still wanting to read to him and cuddle him when he wanted to spend time with her or in need of comfort. Castin silently followed along with his eyes, one almost swollen shut due to the fight he got into with boys much older than him. Clara hated how her sweet boy was treated among people in their village and she tried her best to make up for it by doing everything she could at home. “And then ‘swoosh’ Perseus swooped down on his flying horse towards Andromeda determined to save the chained princess from the sea monster ‘Cetus’ ”

She continued on with the story warmly smiling as Castin cuddled a bit more closer to her, drowned in the story escaping the day that he had.

“After the mighty Demi God slayed the horrid beast he took Princess Andromeda back to her father King Cepheus and asked for her hand in marriage-" “Ughhh!” Castin groaned loudly turning his head up the shift in the story. “Awe come on Cassie! All heroes deserve love-” “But he’s in his prime! He’s gonna throw it all away for some…chick!” Castin huffs crossing his arms over his chest suddenly uninterested in the tale. The young Castin grumbled to himself about how weak Perseus was. “What man would rather settle down instead of living a life full of honor!” Frowning Clara closed the book unhappy with her son’s thought process. “Who said it wasn’t honorable to be in love?” She questioned wanting to get down to the source of his disdain! “Only girls fall in love! It’s stupid and silly!” Castin went on. “It’s not manly at all!”

Appalled Clara scoffed “who told you all of this…horse shit?” She demanded snatching his chin and turning his face towards her. His eyes now softening he shrugs his shoulders feeling bad about getting his mother upset. “They say so! It’s not the Intacian way!”

Clara sighed mentally cursing those who put such an idea into her son’s head. “Cassie,honey, don’t believe to their bullshit! They are nothing but a bunch of miserable pathetic old men who are unhappy with their lives because they couldn’t manage to get a woman even of low standards to fall in love with their miserable asses!” Clara begins motioning Castin into her arms. Scooting back into his mother’s embrace Castin remained silent knowing that now it wasn’t the best time to cut in with his warped opinions. “Let me tell you my little love, you’re going to find a woman when you grow into a man and you’re gonna be so in love with her and her you because you deserve that! You’re by far better than those low life roaches who told you that it wasn’t manly to be in love-your father loved me very much!” She tells him hugging him closely. “And this woman you’re gonna find-she’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed of-”

“Maaa! I don’t dream of girls!” Castin whined at the thought. “Oh please don’t lie to your mother! I wash your clothes!”

“Ma!” Castin groaned again, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Oh hush!” Clara chuckled softly pinching Castin’s side.

“My boy! You’re home!” Clara cheered rushing up to her son who now towered over her. A bright smile on his face he embraced her closing his eyes in relief now that he’s home and away from the camp that had too many funky bodies and none of his mother’s delicious cooking.

“I missed ya too, ma!”

“You better! The amount of time I stay up thinking and worrying about you!” She exclaimed letting go so she could do a look over of her son.

She tsked at his lanky figure “Are they not feeding you? What you have to be an official soldier to get a decent meal plan?!” Clara continued to fuss causing Castin to smile and laugh to himself at his mother’s behavior.

“Gisela! Isn’t that the boy you’re brother-”

“Shush!”

Castin developing keen ear picked up not to far from his home. His eyes catching sight of two girls around his age walking by huddled together as they peered over at him while whispering horribly.

“He’s cute! Maybe you should ask him out?”

“What?! What if he says no?”

Smirking Castin lifted a hand “Sup Ladies!” He greeted jerking his chin up in a nod. The two girls gasped then awkwardly laughed stopping their stroll now that there was an air of opportunity.

Frowning Clara glanced between the girls and her son. She studied the two before her eyes went from slits to calm within seconds.

“I’m sorry girls but my son here desperately needs a bath! Camp has lice!” Clara huffs looking at Castin’s hair full of disgust. “Yeah! Unfortunately that’s what happens with some soldiers in training!” She tells them shrugging her shoulders, ignoring the look her son was shooting her way. The woman shooed away the girls who held a displeased look on their faces.

“Maaa!” Castin cried dramatically raising his arms asking ‘why?’

“Trust me Cassie I’ve seen those girls buzzing like a hover fly in other warriors in training faces and I’ll be damned if you came home with something far worse than lice.”

Ushering her son into their house Clara began what Castin would refer to as rambling “I did you a favor! You need a girl who doesn’t get so excited over male attention! Someone who shares something you also love-like reading! Oh and she has to be sweet! You need a nice girl! To keep that heart of yours safe and full of love.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma!” Castin rolls his eyes happy to be home. “I’ll be sure to marry her when I find her”

Castin stood tall at the alter his Commander suit felt like bricks anchoring him in place as his eyes were glued to the approaching figure in all white. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked making her way towards him, towards their future together, a one sided love. Ethereal is what came to mind as he saved this memory in his mind. Many years ago his mother told him and now it’s happening! He was in love! Goddess how he loved her. It plagued him! Turned every other woman into faceless humanoid creatures who could no longer sway him with their attention and empty affection.

His eyes only saw her, he only wanted her. Somehow she casted a spell and poof! He was her’s and she had no clue. That was the bittersweet part of this wedding. He was marrying the woman he loved while she was marrying the man she loathed.

Omorose barely spared him a glance as she stood emotionless at the alter beside him. Rhett shook his head throwing Castin a short look of disappointment at failing to win over the Baroness, before be started the ceremony.

“Today is one that will be marked in our new found history. Where two enemy nations set their hatred, division and differences aside to unite and become stronger together as one through the union of Intacian warrior commander Castin Hammer and Imperial Baroness of the coastal Empire Omorose Fentress. Bear witness as they commit themselves to each other and as their commitment serves as a bond between the Coastal empire and Intacia!”

A mixture of low groans and whispers creeped up once King Rhett finished the opening speech of the wedding ceremony.

In the coastal empire Weddings were a show. The richer you were, the higher or title the more elaborate your wedding is expected to be. Ballads were song, Dances were performed and the tales of both families histories were told high lighting where the union was a grand one. It was quite the cultura shock when Rhett went straight into asking

“Baroness, before the Goddess and everyone here do you take Castin to be your husband? Do you accept him as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” Her voice voided and empty as she sealed her fate, intertwining her life seconds before he did the same.

“And Castin, before the goddess and everyone here do you take the Baroness to be your wife? Do you accept her as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah…I do.” He said softly stealing a glance at her from the corner of his eyes. The empty look in her pretty honey eyes pained him to see. A consequence for him being a total ass.

“Then I king Rhett of Intacia and of the Coastal Empire bind you two together forever. Castin you may kiss your wife.” Rhett announced motioning him to step forward.

“Gladly!” Castin smirked.

Omorose mentally frowned as she was pulled into the kiss. She didn’t bother putting much effort into its Castin lead it.

While it brought Castin butterflies it brought Omorose nothing but disgust especially when he moaned into the kiss. And the sound of cheering and clapping only made her sour more.

Pushing him away she noticed the look of disappointment on her now Husband’s face.

“Hey you know you didn’t have to push me away like that towards the end.”

“You were getting carried away for something that doesn’t mean anything on a personal level.” She snipped maneuvering her dress around prepared to get far away from him as possible.

“Yeah you’re right…my bad. Kinda got carried away there.” Castin admits hoping she would be a little more kinder to him like she was with her close friends and Nina.

Rolling her eyes Omorose searched through the crowd for a familiar face she could socialize with instead of the husband she wanted to avoid.

Moving closer he asked “Look…could we at least dance?”

Throwing him a look Omorose scoffed her heeled feet carrying her and her long gown away as a frustrated Castin followed.

“Hey! Come on…look you’ve been doing this for months. I am your husband! Okay? You just can’t keep avoiding me.” He pleads wishing to reason with her.

Not bothering to entertain the thought Omorose kept walking.

Castin signed in frustration watching her go “Are you serious?!”

With her head held high Omorose was completely unaware of the power she held over Castin who suddenly felt like the rejected boy of his village once again. The feeling causing him to crave alcohol to wash away the ill feeling.

He might as well make the most of his wedding night! Nothing else was going to come if it but partying and drinking himself stupid.

As a heavy weight he took the nearest bottle offered to him and chugged as much as possible desperate for rejected feeling to disappear. Perhaps if he got drunk enough one of the Bar maids would start mirroring Omorose’s looks and his feelings for her even if he no longer thirsted for meaningless conquests.

At the kings table Omorose listened to Rhett go on about giving the scoundrel friend of his another chance. She didn’t see how it would matter now that she tied herself to the hound.

“Dun da da dun da da!” A drunk voice sung loudly as a guitar’s strings were abusely played.

“Of course.” She hissed seeing Castin standing on a

Table top dancing with one of the barmaids that were on the clock. He looked absolutely stupid in her eyes. An embarrassment.

Rhett cursed excusing himself to retrieve his friend before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“No!” Omorose told herself standing from her seat and swiftly leaving the party to her room. She couldn’t allow herself to stay and be humiliated by a man who seemed to lack any control or self respect.

Once in her room she kicked off her heels and made her way to her vanity. Staring at her reflection ‘Stupid! Stupid! stupid girl with a sympathizing heart for her country’s enemy! Look where that weak caring heart got you. Pathetic!’ She thought.

‘Married to a man who is known to fuck anything as long as it has a warm hole! A damn dog! Now you have to lay it a flea covered bed because you want to fix your family’s mistakes like the fool they tried beating out of you!’ Her mind continued to berate her. Her nails sunk into the flesh of her palms as she willed the horrid thoughts away. Tears gathering in her eyes as negative feels swept over her.

“You always knew you were damned to a loveless Marriage don’t act surprised now. It was practically a birthright. But you’re not going to allow that or him to define the woman you are. You’re stronger than that!” She tells herself sinking her nails further into her palms to stop herself from shedding a tear.

A shaky breath forced its way passed her lips as the feeling finally left her. Forcefully she smiled at herself in the mirror before pulling out her journal and pen.

Passing the time writing in it waiting for the party to end up staying dress in case Aurelia or Nina came looking for her.

Nina sighed from afar watching the whole interaction go down. In the pit of her stomach she felt a sense of regret for not pushing hard enough to get Omorose not to go through with the marriage. To her it was clear it was going to end in shambles quickly.

“Let me go see about that child of mine.” She says to a random intacian man that brought her over a drink.

“Yeah! Tell her I said ‘good luck’ cause it is needed.” He laughed taking the cup she handed back

She couldn’t get through the threshold of the banquet hall before she was stopped by the King.

“Nina wait! Let Castin go to her! He needs to.”

“You don’t think he burned that bridge and pissed on its ashes enough!” She questioned raising a brow.

Defeated Rhett knew she was right and couldn’t argue. Bowing his head tiredly he said “Let him try one more time. Maybe now that she’s his wife he would finally pull his head out of his ass.”

“Goddess willing…”

To entranced in her thoughts the sound of her bedroom door opening without her permission startled her. Within seconds her dagger she stashed on the underside of her vanity was in her hands ready for use.

Castin looked at the weapon then at her scoffing a little amused.

“Come on babe really a knife? If you were going to kill me you should’ve done it before our wedding! It’s a little too late now.”

Sneering at the man Omorose sat the weapon on the vanity and picked up her pen.

“Stop with that.”

“What? You’re my wife I can’t call you sweetheart?” He asked. His buzzed mind enjoying the attention.

“It was arranged! It’s nothing on a personal level so there’s no need for pet names.” She spat pressing her pen harder into the paper.

“Who care if it was arranged? You and I walked down the aisle that makes you my…” he trailed seeing her get upset. “Come on say it with me now” he laughs hoping to get more of a reaction out of her.

“We are one flesh serving one Queen sweetheart, get use to it.”

Closing her eyes Omorose lifted her fingers to her temples and proceeded to give herself a message.

“So are you planning on coming back down? I mean come on leaving your own wedding reception kinda early is tacky don’t you think?”

“Tacky?!” She couldn’t help but scoffed. “Yet you were embarrassing me!”

Taken back Castin screwed up his face “what?! How was I embarrassing you?”

“You’re excessive drinking.”

“Ugh it’s a wedding babygirl. People drink. It’s not that weird.”

“Encouraging drunk people to drink!”

“Ok sure people got a little drunk but once again it’s a wedding. When else,”

“And you’re rhythmless ‘dancing’ with the rhythmless Barmaids?”

“Hmm? What about the barmaids?” He asked not sure if he heard her right. She turned giving him the ‘you heard me’ look.

“Uh come on? No! No! You know that’s not what that was.”

“A tasteless rhythmless eyesore everyone was forced to watch! Not even a single drop in that bottle could spare you a half an ounce of grace for such a badly preformed sensual dance.” Omorose went on grimacing at the thought. “Or for the poor girl who tried so hard to catch the beat but couldn’t! Disgraceful!”

‘If you’re going to disrespect me and this marriage so soon you could’ve at least looked decent while doing so.’ She thought.

“Okay! So I’m social! Not everyone is as introverted as you.”

“So go be social!” She waved towards the door.

“Nah I’m staying here with you.”

“Besides the Queen bounced after you left and that was the only thing keeping the party going soo… I think we’re done.” He says loosening his collar.

“The Queen asked about you. Ya know.” He went on helping himself to a bottle of wine gifted to her by an imperial nobleman wishing her luck and voicing his disdain for not being the Groom.

“She did?” Omorose inquired curious as to why.

“Of course! You’re the Bride and you just dipped out of nowhere.”

“So did you tell her why I left?”

“Well I told her you and I decided to call it a night early because you were so eager to have your husband on your wedding night.”

The color in Omorose’s face drained at his words and audacity. Picking up her cup of old wine she chucked it at him with so much hate behind it.

“How dare you!” She hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry? Was that not what you wanted me to tell her?” He asked raving in her anger. It was the first time she spent more than a second on him he was lapping it up.

“Oh dag my bad. I mean if you would’ve just stayed you could’ve told her yourself.”

“Asshole.” Omorose grumbled her eyes like daggers as she glared his way.

She returned to her journal her handwriting turning sloppy as she jotted down what was needed to be recorded in it.

The squeaks of the facet and water running nearly made her blood boil.

“What are you doing?” She demanded not in the mood to continue with his fuckery.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m drawing a bath.” Castin stated obviously now growing tired of his wife’s attitude.

“Why?” She bluntly pressed him.

“Because I’m covered in sweat and wine and general party juices.”

“Not here.” She states wanting him out of her space

“Uh what makes you think I can’t?”

“Because I said so.”

“So you have a messed up attitude…that means I can’t be clean.”

“I don’t give a damn what you do as long as it’s not in my room?” Omorose replied

“Correction this is our room.” He corrected picking up a bottle of Omorose’s expensive oil infused bubble bath “and if I want to take a bath in our room I can do that.”

“Our room?” She asked in disgust. The night just kept getting worse.

“I mean you’re welcome to watch.” He smirks.

“I’d rather choke on the food I didn’t get to eat tonight.”

Annoyed at the whole ordeal Omorose thought of a way to piss him off like he pissed her off even if it was childish.

Shifting her dressed she sat herself more comfortably in her vanity chair picking up the book she was reading the night prior subconsciously scheming.

‘The window’ her subconscious pointed out. Curious if it would work she looked over to not only see through window but Castin.

Despite her feelings towards him she can admit that he was physically flawless when it came to his built and the scars marking up his body only added to his appeal.

Castin felt a boost of confidence seeing her look this way. He teased earning an eye roll. Turning back into her book Omorose pushed down the slightly embarrassment that crept over her.

Relaxed in the water Castin informed his wife of the Queen wanting them to ‘promenade through the garden’ so people could see them in the next upcoming weeks. Boldly he tried to suggest spending time outside of that request but was shot down with a dry “No”

“It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer would’ve still been, no.”

Curious and a little bitter Castin grilled her on why.

“I have far better plans with far better company, that won’t cause me an exhausting headache.”

“Okaaay. The personal attack was kind of unnecessary. Who do you have plans with?”

“Lord Reyes.”

“Lord Reyes? Really? The dude from the Library?” Castin huffs remembering walking in on the two smiling and giggling to each other closely over something he couldn’t understand.

In sudden jealously Castin demanded “W-what do you have to do with him?”

Tiredly Omorose mouth turned smart “And you need to know because?”

“Seriously?” He gave her a pointed look. Shaking his head at her answer he decided to ask another question “oh so what is this Lord Reyes like?”

“What do you mean?” She countered dumbly.

“‘ What do you mean’ what do I mean? What do you think of him? Do you think he’s handsome?”

“As a matter of fact I do! Not that it matters since this is a fake marriage!”

Pissed off by her last sentence Castin corrects her in a low tone “This is not a fake marriage. It’s an arranged marriage.”

Seeing the displeased look and hearing him let out a breath, Omorose believed that their conversation session for the night ended.

Standing she looked over at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What?” He asked dejectedly.

“Can you hurry up.” She demands wanting to wash this lack luster day off.

“Relax there’s plenty of hot water. I’ll be out soon. You’ll get your turn.”

“Well make it real soon.”

“How about this the more you tell me to hurry up the longer I stay in here.”

Not happy with that she looked back at the window and made her way over to it. “What are you doing?”

Unlatching the widow she slid it open inviting the cold night air to creep in like fog.

“Are you serious?!” He raised his voice not believing she could be so childish.

“It’s freezing! Can you close that please?”

“No I’m getting a sudden flash of heat! Must be the dress…”

“So petty.” He grumbles “Fine!” Castin stood up from the water without warning.

With a cringe Omorose adverted her eyes hearing the water splash and puddle on the floor.

Sensing she still wasn’t happy Castin once again asked “what? You got what you wanted. I’m out! It’s all yours.” He motioned to the tub.

“Good now leave!”

“No I’m not leaving.” He retorts drying himself off

“You didn’t leave me I got in!” He pointed out.

“It’s different!”

“How’s it different?”

Rolling her eyes annoyed at that fact she couldn’t think of a solid answer.

“Go ahead do your thing.”

“Not around you!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m going to bed I’m not looking at you.”

Omorose stayed glued to her spot watching as he got into her bed much to her disliking. His face turned away from her and stayed that way. Taking in a gulp of air she unzipped the seamless zipper and allowed her gown to pool around her revealing the white lacey thong she wore underneath.

Worried he would turn to sneak a peak she quickly got in the tub thankful that it was a heated and filtrated model but the cold air still bit at her. Splashing at the water she wordlessly got Castin’s attention who was tired of her and her shit.

“What! What do you want now? What do you want me to bring you?”

Pointing over to her vanity Castin glanced over to see her book lying opened on the page she left off.

“Your book? Naw you shouldn’t have left it there.”

“Why not?” She pouted sinking into the water.

“Because I’m already comfortable. Besides! Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to see you?”

Grimacing at him quoting her she lets out an irritated groan.

“Just bring me the book please?”

Puffing out air Castin got up from bed “Fine. If you say so.” He shrugs crossing the room to get to her vanity. He picks up the book telling himself to not be disrespectful enough to sneak a peak.

“Can you close the window?” She requested since he was up now.

Agreeing since he too was cold Castin made the extra journey to close the window before he noticed that the fire was low in the fireplace.

“Hey that fire is getting kinda low don’t you think?” He pondered out loud. “Where do you keep the wood?”

Raising her arm she pointed towards the corner closest to the fireplace her eyes not leaving her book once it was handed to her.

Castin hurriedly tended to the fire wanting to get back to bed since his alcoholic buzz left his system completely now. He turns but the way that the moon light casted itself over his wife caught his attention and he couldn’t but to see her in all of her glory.

“My Goddess…” he gawked his mind already capturing and saving the image to his memory like a camera. “Now that’s a view worth getting outta bed for.”

Out of anger and loss of dignity Omorose kicked her leg up at a certain angle getting water all over Castin landing her into a predicament that from sour to sweet.

For the past few months, she's been working so hard to keep the wall she built up between her and Castin.

A wall she knowingly built brick by brick after each distasteful encounter she had with the army commander to protect her, her feelings, and her time. A wall that was crumbling slightly as she watched him, her newly married husband, and his hard exterior fall in front of her as he asked her

"Please just tell me why do you hate me?"

Her heart softened just a bit at his cracked exterior but she hid it behind her voice as she spoke "So the embarrassing me with the lingerie gift you gave me the time you ever met me slips your mind-"

Castin opened his mouth to speak but the fierce glare made the words he wanted to say faltered into sounds "I- sorry no! Go on." He apologized

"I've tried to get to know you Castin but each attempt showed me what type of man you are. A dipso, egotistical rake who hangs around degenerates who think and acts the same way! The way you automatically viewed me as an object you could have the pleasure of fucking! Why wouldn't I hate you?" Omorose wailed tearing her watery eyes away from Castin's crestfallen face.

The young wife hid her face back in her book shakily admitting

"Too many people-Men and women view me the same way...it's degrading to know that instead of acknowledging everything I've done, all that I have accomplished they-" Omorose bit her lip, pushing back the sob that almost slipped.

"I'm very well aware of the fact that people want me in their beds. It's hard not to notice Castin! I promised myself at the age of 15 that I would wait and fall in love with someone who wanted me entirely and not just for my body but I failed! I failed myself when I agreed to marry you for the sake of the new kingdom. And now I'm stuck being the trophy wife to a man that saw me as a glorified sex doll the first time he ever saw me! That's why I hate you."

Her words and the sound of her voice cracking broke Castin's heart. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the woman he was in love with and moving forward he would be damned if he knowingly did so.

Castin took a deep breath. Every word his wife whimpered out processing in his mind. "I-I'm really sorry." He apologized the words he wanted to say, the things he wanted to confessed jumbled in him.

"Can I just um... can I ju-just think for a second? Thanks." He asked catching a glimpse of Omorose's pretty honey-colored eyes gloss over with vulnerable tears that gathered at her water line.

He finally got his answer and it left him speechless, seeing her push back her tears over it left him aching.

He was among a group of people that Omorose loathed but had to silently deal with instead of the people she felt at peace with and that tore him apart inside.

"Look. That's not me! Okay. Ev-everything you said…that isn't me." He started

Omorose scoffed pulling her knees closer to her chest "That is not you? The man you've been since I met you isn't you?!" She rolled her eyes causing a single stream to fall down her face.

"No, no I-I know I-I know I have a reputation! Okay?

Th-th-the brawling, the drinking, and just…generally being a rake but, that's not me! Okay?" He stressed hoping she was listening to him and was actually taking his honest confession to heart. "That's not the man I want to be" he paused searching for a reaction but received none. "Look I-I know I may not be explaining this well but," Castin's trailed off staring at the book cover held in Omorose's delicate hands. The ring on her finger shone under the dimmed light, the same one he placed there only a few hours ago catching his eye.

'Rhett is right.seems like he's always right. Castin thought, thinking back to the advice Rhett gave him before ordering him up to his new room in the palace.

"Drop the manly Intacian act. Be yourself Castin!

That is exactly what won me the Queen's heart, and it can be the same for you."

Taking another deep breath Castin prepared to drop the one thing he felt protected behind, the wall that shielded him these past years, all in hopes that Omorose his wife saw him in a different light.

"You know I really did read that book. When I was a kid...I wasn't just-trying to have something to say…okay? I-I really like that stuff." He awkwardly stated.

Omorose peaked over her book after listening to Castin struggle with his words and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Look I don't know how to explain it alright. I just feel like there's me everyone else sees and then there's the me that's really.me and the me that everyone else sees I hate it okay? I'm not that guy!" He admits feeling a wave of mixed emotions wash over him.

"Then why do you act like that? Why pretend to be someone you hate?" Omorose questions putting the book down entirely. Wanting to understand why someone would torture themselves like that.

"Because I-... I-I don't know. I was different when I was I-I was like you and then being a warrior in Intacia i-it's it's just different. You have to be strong and respected. You have to fit in." He explained feeling slightly smaller under her stare.

"Look! It's all really confusing to me... but every time I look at you it's clear. The man that I want to be is the exact type of man you would fall in love with. You remind me of everything I really care about of-of who I was back then- n-no no of the man I know I still am.

I-I just need your help."

Omorose felt her eyes soften at the stuttered admission, the honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes shined a new light over him. She cast her gaze to the ceiling contemplating whether she could forgive him and let go of her grudge she had against or not.

"I-Look, I know I screwed up. I'm used to charming people to get my way and I tried to do it with you with all the gestures and all the flirting and I'm sorry.

That's not who I want to be anymore." Castin said following her gaze

"Hey look at me. I want to change." He says looking into her eyes once she looked back at him.

"For you. I just need you to show me how. Just please give me a chance." Castin begged, moving closer to Omorose who's heart speed up as her husband leaned in to kiss her.

The Baroness has never been in such an intimate moment before, she guarded herself well before getting married and now without any experience or idea of what to do in that moment besides kissing him, she felt even more vulnerable. And when he whispered that he wanted more against her plump lips she felt a flutter in her tummy. A mixture of excitement and anxiety as her smothered voice asked "sex" between kisses.

"No! No! I don't mean like that. I mean-" he broke into a light-felt chuckle " No I do want you like that. I really do but, I-I don't just want to you physically okay? I-I love you an-and before we do anything I need to know that you're really into trying to make Because if you're not and this is just some heat of the moment thing for you then I-I can't cause it's not just that for me and I don't think it ever will be... so please don't go through with this and then hurt my feelings later."

Omorose could feel it in her heart that she forgave him right then and there in his vulnerable state, asking her not to hurt his feelings and string him along. Something she would ask something she would say.

"Are you for real about this? Am I your husband or just some warrior the Queen forced you to marry-"

Omorose stepped out of her character, reaching up to grab Castin's face to kiss him. It surprised him for a second, feeling her soft lips on his. Though a bold action he could still tell that it was a shy gesture.

"You and me," Castin said pulling away and placing a kiss on Omorose's forehead. "Let's just start over?"

He smiled softly going in for a kiss

"Okay." Omorose softly agreed.

#desmond asmr #castinxbaroness #asmr boyfriend #black!reader #against the world around us #asmr roleplay #black oc #fanfic #desmond asmr castin #baroness desmond asmr #castin hammer #CastinxOmorose #Omorose Fentress

[mushroom-madness]

🍄 ROUND 2: MATCH 13 🍄

🍄 Vote for your Favorite Fungi! 🍄

Descriptions Below ⬇️

Zommoth

"Zommoth is an optional/hidden boss in Bug Fables, fought at the end of the Leif's Request side story. It is also a cordyceps fungus inside a moth host and Leif (whom we also submitted) refers to it as their sibling. It was an experiment to see if bugs could be given magic by infecting them with the parasitic fungi, and the result was This Beast (affectionate). There are other cordyceps in the same laboratory it's found in, but Zommoth is the strongest and the most notable by a large margin. Very little is known about it as a person but it's stated to be a "guardian" figure and implied that it was protecting the lab and the other zombies in it. We are emotionally attached to it. Also, its color scheme is the nonbinary flag." - Submission 47

"Oh boy, do we LOVE this fungus! Zommoth is a cordyceps beast and immortality experiment made in search of the power of the Everlasting Sapling, a thing said to bring eternal life. Unfortunately, as it often is with this sort of things, they the fungus and they the moth were both quite displeased with being involuntarily used for the sake of roaches chasing immortality. It killed everything in the lab and proceeded to take it over with their many, many fungal siblings.

Technically speaking, Zommoth is a blend of both the fungus and its moth host, now twisted beyond recognition and unable to separate even if they wanted to, but we do think it still counts. It's at least 50% fungus. Probably more, it doesn't seem to have had much use for most of those moth bits. It is loving sibling to many undead fungal hybrid abominations, and its hobbies include screaming, firing lasers at people who intrude into its lab, and crawling out of the water like a beast from a horror flick. We believe it deserves to compete, and also to win." - Submission 52

"Oh yeah this thing is a fungus isn't it. Positively overflowing with cordyceps. Honestly kinda forgot about it for this but saw my mutual bring it up and I figured it would need the support. It sure is a Phucking Phungus" - Submission 68

"A zombie moth full of Cordyceps fungus, the result of a horrific experiment. "Sibling” to Leif, as in created through the same unethical project, if you read my last submission. - Submission 105

Zommoth Propaganda

Bug Fables Wiki

Stanley

"He is just the sweetest child and he gives the best hugs! Lookit him! He had 4 arms for extra good hugging! THE BEST BOY DESERVES TO WIN! I love him, he deserves all the good things!" - Submission 7

"A happy whimsical child, but very lonely because they're sick. Will encourage you to make a mess with them." - Submission 41

"He is my favorite boy and is just so pure and adorable. He gives me drawings and gives the best hugs, even if he doesn't win I would be so happy he even got in." - Submission 48

"He's just a lil boye.... - Submission 57

"He's just this young kid, only 8, and he's just so cheerful. He'll draw pictures for the player character, Stella, want to experiment with various things, follow you around just being curious about things. He's such a good kid. Yet the entire time you have him aboard the ship you know that he's dying and you'll have to take him to the Everdoor at some point for Stella is the spiritfarer and ferrying people to the afterlife is what she does. Needless to say I cried especially hard when the time came for me to take him to the Everdoor" - Submission 59

"Y"know I honestly dunno alota details about Stanley cuz I haven't gotten him in spiritfarer yet but I can just tell how funky he is ok" - Submission 64

"You know him. You love him. He's adorable. I couldn't not throw in a vote for him" - Submission 66

"guy!! ever!!" - Submission 84

"Grew him in my garden and he took over my guest room. He's my son who I will personally escort to the afterlife." - Submission 86

"He is such a sweetie!" - Submission 87

"He is my son. you Know" - Submission 89

"He's my bb boy I adore him so so much I wish to give him French fries and let him draw and I'm still distraught over him leaving :((best boy <3» - Submission 99

“I know he was an example but I want him in!!! He's just a little guy!!!! You literally get him from growing him out of a garden and he's just a kid spirit that follows you around and I love him so,,, HE CALLS YOU BIG HAT I-

Also him being in the bracket would be propaganda for people to play spiritfarer in general good game 10/10 - Submission 134

Stanley Propaganda

Stanley Propaganda

Spiritfarer Wiki

#mushroom madness #poll #round 2 #stanley #spiritfarer #zommoth #bug fables #bracket #competition #tournament #polls #stanley spiritfarer #bug fables zommoth #bf zommoth

[quodekash]

its 1pm and im finally well-rested enough to watch last nights episode of abaab, wish me luck (im rly excited for more threezo pls gimme more threezo) 

im eating a pomegranate while watching so my commentary may be slightly limited 

NOOO CHER WHY ARE YOU SAD ITS GONNA MAKE ME SAD 

i just accidentally sprayed pomegranate juice everywhere 

this is my first time eating a pomegranate and im sitting on my bed 

i have a towel on top of me just in case and im glad i have it 

otherwise my funky hufflepuff blanket would look like a crime scene rn 

anyway back to the show 

awh :[ 

comforting kiss 

im gonna cry 

“its not a company owner and an intern. its just you and me.” GHEIBRHGERH THATS SO PERFECT and also makes me feel better cos i was still feeling a little weird about the power imbalance/age gap so yay 

THEY HUG

NO, BC YOU WONT BREAK UP 

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST FLUFFIEST SHOW, I WILL NOT ALLOW IT 

JACK, YOU AND YOUR PERFECT HAIR, HELLO 

THREEZO 

LOOK AT ZO’S LITTLE HEART JUMPER

I WANT IT 

THE ARM THE HAND ON THE ARM LOOK AT THEM AAAAAAATYFYTUUVJ (ft jacks perfect hair on the left) 

OMG

THATS AMAZING 

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU JACK 

GJERKDGBKRHEBGKJREBJGRE 

ah shoot 

wait hang on 

what the hell 

ive been wondering whats in that folder since day one

ohhhh okay its a groupchat 

props to that one person for saying its none of your business 

yOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE?? 

i nearly dropped my pomegranate 

why was i surprised to learn he has a mother 

a lot of people have mothers 

thats exactly what she said, isnt it? 

bc theyre actually in a drama 

its gonna cut to a scene of her saying exactly that 

damn i was wrong 

thERE’S A HUG QUOTA??? 

damn then i guess im going to jail 

my hands are covered in pomegranate juice this feels like a murder 

hey, does pomegranate juice wash off? 

MY BOY AND HIS EYEBROWS 

HAH, SUCKS TO BE YOU (checks notes) oregano? 

i do love that and that’s very sweet, but bro needs his coffee 

already at two kisses and were not even halfway through the episode. if only tinngun could live up to their standard. 

(this is mostly a joke, im just really salty because tinngun COULD have kissed SIXTY-SEVEN FREAKING TIMES and they DIDNT and no i will not shut up about this i spent way too long combing through the show counting every single time they didnt kiss to not mention it every single time any characters kiss. shameless self promo here)

no wait hang on what the hell 

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN??? 

“drunk or not, i love you” i see now why that line was significant 

and also the slight breakup foreshadowing earlier 

i understand it now 

they wont break up tho bc (i pull out a sword) i will not allow it 

(just kidding) 

(i dont have a sword) 

(if i did have one tho i would absolutely take it out of its sheath right at that moment) 

FRIENDSHIP COMFORT TIME 

YAY FRIENDSHIP 

they make me happy 

HIS PERFECT HAIR 

I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH GFYTDFYTFCUTVJHV

oh yay we get some tub time!! i cant wait to learn more about him so that i can pick him apart and do a character autopsy on him to find out how he works! 

is he speaking from experience? tub, what do you have going on in life? what have you gone through? tell me all about it :] 📝📝

is it texas chicken or is it kfc? 

MY BOYS 

IM GONNA CRY THEYRE SO FREAKING CUTE 

ilysm three 

RIGHT????? he gets it 

THREEZOOOOOO

i love them so much

NOOOOOO

CHE??? 

something good better happen 

(eret son of eret voice) is tha’ who i fink i’ is? 

it might not be 

if anyone knows who plays this man, pls lemme know 

NOOOOOOO NOT THE GAMEBOY 

OH IT GOT WORSE 

sir do you have the technical skills for this 

i know hes the head of a game developing company thing but the actual physical insides of a gameboy are an entirely different thing, right? 

i was waiting for the thoop situation to come up again 

the MOOD that this is-

i have finished my pomegranate and can confirm that the juice does in fact come off of human skin, which is nice bc i looked like id murdered someone 

👀

and how are you gonna do that, gun? 

idk man, i reckon id appreciate you as my big bro 

yayyy that was really good, a little bitter at times but really sweet overall. 7/10, would try again 

oh and the episode was also really good 

huge lack of threezo tho 

theyd better make up for it next week 

still good tho 

bye bye everyone! have a good day!! 

#quodekash rambles about abaab #abaab #a boss and a babe #a boss and a babe series #a boss and a babe the series #guncher #chergun #forcebook #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #threezo #zothree #flukeohm #ohmfluke #fluke pusit #ohm thiphakorn #jack's almighty curly hair #jack abaab #abaab jack's hair #mike chinnarat #leo saussay #drake sattabut #drake sattabut laedeke #drake sattabut's almighty eyebrows

[buckyismybicycle]

about that old man-kept boy ask.. 😏.. its not like they are doing some role play. they are not in some special dynamic they are just Steve and Bucky, punk and jerk.

But Steve indulge in this a bit and Bucky definitely enjoys it.

Steve goes to reserve a too fancy hotel dressed in some funky looking clothes and offers them a platinum card that somehow includes a bitlrth year. The staff extensive crosscheck it and when ask who is the owner born in 1917 he proudly says husband.

Bucky sometimes dress in a fancy suit and drives a car (rented) to pick up an unsuspecting Steve who ran to the nearest dumpster in his least presentable old clothes and broken shoes literally looking like a random frat boy picked from the side of the road. Then they go shopping in fancy malls looking at expensive shit. They might even buy something if it caught eye and Bucky might pay with Steves money. But Steve gets to enjoy the eyes on them by the strangers who see a too rich man spoiling a kid.

If they played a bit of dialogue when Bucky picked him up or if actually Steve called him daddy not like anyone can blame them 😔

I love this concept of Steve just wanting to be Bucky's.

In any sort of "kept boy" scenario Steve only cares that Bucky comes to get him, or Bucky flirts with him, or Bucky just possessively wrapping himself around Steve... Like you said, it's just their dynamic, they're just stupidly in love and Steve wants everyone to know it and wants everyone to know that he is Bucky's. He's taken. He belongs to someone. Someone looks after him and cares for him and spoils him. He ABSOLUTELY goes out of his way to act all bashful and maybe cling to Bucky's arm. When a store employee walks by, he makes a show of batting his eyelashes as he sweetly asks Bucky "please, daddy?" just so he can hear a "anything for you, my sweet boy" back and watch the employee's jaw drop.

Hell he might even go return it after, the item doesn't matter.

Whether it's with actual young Steve/silver fox Bucky or they're both aging but Steve just plays into his youth more, it always comes down to how grossly in love with each other they are.

Maybe Steve's done a little extra effort in keeping those youthful looks (look everyone should have a god skincare routine alright) like dying his greys, etc. while Bucky's like nah fuck it and letting his slow but eventual age naturally show??

There's so many scenarios in my head right now because I am *obsessed* with silver fox bucky so, y'know, thanks for hijacking my entire day

(PS NOW IS A GREAT TIME TO MENTION THAT SILVER FOX BUCKY BANG STARTS POSTING IN JUNE SO YOU CAN COME MALFUNCTION WITH ME)

#HR goes on a JOURNEY #bucky barnes headcanon #answered asks #I've now dubbed you #kept boy anon

[the-great-elwisty]

NWN2 cut content: A Rattlebag #10

As promised several weeks ago, your now-slightly-sunburned author will be using this entry to cover a few oddments that never made it into the game. It's got rather long, so I'll have to wrap it up in a second entry later this summer.

We'll start with a quick mystery. Preserved in the toolset is the NPC appearance for one 'Tenavrok' pictured above. The first question: is he meant to be a githzerai or githyanki? The hair, blue stone on his forehead, and generally slightly more funky vibe make me think he's githzerai. Admittedly, all the ties around his legs and arms point to an interest in Japanese rope bondage, shibari, and that could go either way. The second: what would his role have been? I have no idea because no dialogue or journal entries related to him survive, and so have to move on to cuts that have left more of a footprint.

Crossroad Keep was intended to be a much busier place than the finished version. You would have been able to recruit loads more characters. My most regretted of these cuts is without a doubt Marcus, the seer boy of Ember, who could sign up with the PC in that he – apparently entirely voluntarily – agrees to become Grobnar’s assistant. At least, I have to assume it’s Marcus – there’s no name in the dialog.tlk, and the writing seems a bit out-of-character; Marcus in the game is completely stoic. However, how many other boys does the PC meet with a connection to Port Llast?

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Marcus: (Pretty awed by the player) Port Llast doesn't have much work for a boy like me. Thank you, C-Captain, for letting me come here. (Pride and thankful) Your gnome has hired me on as his assistant.

Grobnar: Always can use an extra pair of hands that can reach a little higher than me, you know. (Beat) And don't startle easily when the explosions begin.

Marcus: (Startled) Ex-explosions? {Beat - then relief} Oh, you're just having some fun with me.

Grobnar: (Raises an eyebrow) Fun? Well, I suppose they could be... from a father distance away.

Marcus: (Some worry) Thanks again, C-Captain.

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Grobnar seems a little off too. The gnome we know and love would be much more likely to start reciting a lists of his top fifty favourite kinds of explosion. The difference could be explained if this is an early draft, written before the characterisation for Grobnar and Marcus had solidified. The Grobnar here may be channelling the spirit of a cut character, a gnome alchemist called Aramin.

ARAMIN

Aramin comes to work for you at Crossroad Keep:

Aramin: (Over-flowing, checking out new lab) This is perfect - really per-fect. Marvelous job with... well, all of this. My lab fits here just fine... and if you should ever need to use it, please, do not even hesitate. Oh, and do stop by every now and again, I may have some of my alchemical concoctions for your journeys.

Apparently he would have been really helpful (free potions!) and friendly, so wouldn’t have fitted in at all. He does get a bit of complaining in though, so he’s not completely out-of-sync with the spirit of the game:

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Aramin: (Grobnar isn't in the party) I hesitate to ever mention this, but your most... interesting companion the gnome has been making quite the din. Boxes moving to and fro, and a racket near constant whether noon or the full of night. My work requires the utmost concen...{"concentration"}

AUDIO: Large crashing sound

Grobnar: (Just dropped a crate of chemicals) Sorry! Sorry, that was me! (Beat, wondrous) Oh, my. Would you look at that - those acids look like they're eating through the floor.

Aramin: (Continues with resignation) Concentration.

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Torio would have mentioned Aramin as someone who could be recruited:

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Torio: Battles may be won not with blade, but with fire and flask. We heard talk of a skilled alchemist by the name of Aramin... although he is somewhat long-winded, if I recall correctly

Sand: (Quietly, a little hurt) I am a skilled alchemist.

Grobnar: (Eager, supportive) You sure are, Sand.

Sand: (Irritated, muttering) Please don't agree with me, Grobnar.

Torio: I heard Aramin had left his home in Neverwinter Wood and was traveling the Highcliff area. He may join you and may be of use, provided you can keep him quiet and well-behaved.

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If you recruit Aramin, have decent influence with Elanee, and build a druid grove, then your PC can get the Epithet Brother of the Wood, and Aramin brews you an extra-strong potion as a sign of appreciation. Probably something that permanently enhances your wisdom, rather than any other feature of your person.

Aramin could also have been recruited to the Hollows, the base prior to Crossroad Keep that didn't make it. Or auto-recruited, possibly. His introductory dialogue there displays his distinctive proclivity for extraneous verbiage more clearly than what survives from Crossroad Keep:

Aramin: And in comes the prodigal patron, I am much obliged. I find these (beat - he is overstating the case) accommodations most agreeable. As terms of rent I offer the following - free usage of my alchemical apparatus and on occasion I will provide you with the fruits of my labors. I recognize you must have dozens of pressing matters to attend to, so by all means carry on.

TENDRA TASSLEFOOT

And we still aren’t done with gnomes. Someone at Obsidian must have been really fond of them, because you can also recruit a gnomish farmer to help with the land around Crossroad Keep. Tendra Tasslefoot, a chirpy and extravert seller of vegetables and a farmer, lives in Port Llast and is a really big fan. Of the PC who’s so busy saving the world? Well, not quite.

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Tendra: (Bouncy) I can't believe I didn't recognize you before - you're almost famous with my folk! Is it true - is it - that you travel with the Grobnar Gnomehands?

Good PC: He's one of my companions. A finer bard you'll never hear.

Grobar: (Influence Gain) Why, yes... and proud of it, too. You wouldn't believe the adventures we've had.

Or

Mean PC: I can't seem to find a way to get rid of him.

Grobar: (Influence Loss) |(Nods, then a little self-reflecting, disheartened at end) Like muck on your boot, that's me. Once you step in, I'm with you the whole way, until you scrape me off with a sharp stick... which now that I think about it, isn't much fun.

Tendra: (Gasps, slight fangirl) You… you're him! (Tongue-tied) It's so nice... I - err - mean, yes, well...

Grobnar: Who? Me? Oh... yes, me

Bishop: (Quietly, to self - Grobnar just missed a girl making a pass at him) Gods, Grobnar, you're thicker than a stone.

Shandra: (Trying to nudge Grobnar into making a move) Um, Grobnar, maybe you should stay and speak to her a while.

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The last two companion identities are guesses, by the way. Shandra I’m sure about: she’s the only character who’s ever remotely nice to Grobnar. Bishop is more uncertain: he’s involved in the Port Llast/Ember quests, so tends to have more dialogue for the area. Also, Neeshka, Qara et al. are less likely to come with the direction ‘quietly’.

Once Tendra gets to Crossroad Keep, she gets stuck in:

Tendra: (Pleased to be here) I imagine we'll be able to start a small gnome settlement here. The fields have real potential - well, once we get the stones out of there. (Cheery, innocent) Oh - and if you see Grobnar, send my greetings to him.

Tendra: (Two farmers recruited) I always figured us gnomes knew more about farming than the big folk. On the account we're so close to the soil, right? But that Orlen fellow, he's a sharp one.

IRIANA AND RUATHYM

You’re supposed to be able to recruit three farmers to Crossroad Keep. Orlen’s the first, Tendra’s the second, and there also appears to be a refugee from Ruathym, a northerly island inhabited by tribal peoples, which is under attack from Luskan at the time of the game. According to a bit of Torio dialogue, you’d have found her in Port Llast.

Iriana: (Almost a barbarian from a hard place, amazed) Your lands are so... lush. On our island we heard tales of the bounty of the mainland...(She is rugged*) But the Luskans have salted my fields and killed my man. It is a time of new beginnings and not looking back. (Not a boast – fact) There are only a handful of farmers in Ruathym that can tend a field as well as I. With land like this, you should expect great things

*Don’t ask me about the script notes. I didn’t write them!

You all remember the fun Act 2 quest with Lord Tavorick, Melia the knight-disguised-as-an-escort, and the house full of demons, right? Well, while looking for Ruathym in the dialog.tlk, I wasn’t surprised to find that it was part of a cut quest, but I did do a double-take at the character names:

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Lord Nasher: This man is Count Cyran Tavorick from Ruathym - and I need him escorted while he is here in Neverwinter. (Introducing the player) Count Tavorick, this is one of the most promising soldiers in my service. You can ask for no finer protection while traveling here in the city. I need you to escort the Count while in the city and make sure he is kept safe.

Count Cyran: I'm glad you understand. {To player, if female) You, guard, come with me - my lady is patient, but a woman's patience is only so short, as I am sure you well know.

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In this plot, it seems it’s Melia – apparently not in the Neverwinter Nine – not demons who are the threat:

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| Melia has a knife out, in an attack mode if possible. |

Melia: (Flat explanation, resigned, slightly on edge) You weren't supposed to see that. I didn't have any choice in the matter. They all want to know things, all of them - the Luskans, Ophala, Cyran. Always questions - "What did he say, Melia?", "Where did he go, Melia?", "Where is it, Melia?" Can't you see? They all want me to spy for them. I can't say no. How else am I going to protect my family? So, I let them all use me. And now, you know about me, and that's why I have to kill you.

PC: There's no need for this. Let me help you.

Melia: (weary, despairing, disbelieving) Help me... oh, I have enough helpers. Everyone wants to help me - and help themselves, too. But, in the end, I'll be the one going to the gallows, I know it. The money is for my family, not me.

PC: I can talk to Nasher. He might be lenient once he hears your story.

Melia: Nasher? That man doesn't bend and he's never broken. He'll have no pity for me.

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Ultimately, the PC can recruit her to the Hollows. This plot may have led into allowing you to acquire Iriana, your third farmer for the Keep. It does at least point to a bigger role for Ruathym.

THE ELK TRIBE

From one tribal society to another. Alongside the dwarves, lizardmen and – doubtfully – Wendersnaven, you could have recruited the Uthgardt Elk tribe to defend the Keep.

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PC: I've struck an alliance with the Uthgardt Elk tribe.

Nevalle: (Slight reluctance) An alliance with the Uthgardt? I have heard... stories of the Elk Tribe. I am worried about how they will mingle with the Greycloaks, but if you trust them and they are willing to help us, I pity the King of Shadows' forces.

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We know a bit about the circumstances in which you the PC could get their support through surviving journal entries. The tribe has two named members: Zokan Thunderer and Kralwok.

Zokan is a returning character from the NWN campaign, and is also mentioned in FR canon. I haven’t played NWN for over a decade, but my impression is that NWN has him as a bit of a noble-savage-type, whereas FR canon just has him as a savage, a Chaotic Evil “vulgar thug”.

Kralwok is new, and is an apparently more moderate character, albeit a distinctly ambitious one.

The appearance of both characters is still there in the toolset:

Journal Entry: Kralwok of the Uthgardt Elk tribe wishes to lead his tribe toward a more peaceful co-existence with civilized peoples.  His leadership of the Elk tribe will not cement while its chieftain, Zokan Thunderer, remains alive. Kralwok asks you to slay Zokan Thunderer in his cell in Port Llast. 

If you slay Zokan, Kralwok becomes the new boss and meets you at Crossroad Keep with his tribal warriors. “Kralwok sends you his greetings. He salutes your courage and hopes for a decisive victory.” Very nice, though I still wouldn’t be turning my back on him.

If instead you free Zokan, he also brings the Elk Tribe to your aid. He’s the kind of guy who sends you messages like “Zokan sends you his greetings. If all goes well, the ground will run wet with the fluids of our enemies” or “Zokan says his men are frustrated that they cannot raid our passing merchant caravans, but he keeps them in line, making strong examples of any who disobey him”. I’m sure Nevalle’s thrilled.

Zokan

Kralwok

At some point in NWN2, Zokan gets locked up in the jail of Port Llast. Queue quest!

Journal Entry: Kralwok of the Uthgardt Elk tribe wishes to lead his tribe toward a more peaceful co-existence with civilized peoples.  His leadership of the Elk tribe will not cement while its chieftain, Zokan Thunderer, remains alive. Kralwok asks you to slay Zokan Thunderer in his cell in Port Llast. 

If you slay Zokan, Kralwok becomes the new boss and meets you at Crossroad Keep with his tribal warriors. “Kralwok sends you his greetings. He salutes your courage and hopes for a decisive victory.” Very nice, though I still wouldn’t be turning my back on him.

If instead you free Zokan, he also brings the Elk Tribe to your aid. He’s the kind of guy who sends you messages like “Zokan sends you his greetings. If all goes well, the ground will run wet with the fluids of our enemies” or “Zokan says his men are frustrated that they cannot raid our passing merchant caravans, but he keeps them in line, making strong examples of any who disobey him”. I’m sure Sir Nevalle’s thrilled.

CLOSING QUOTE

Occasionally, dialog.tlk preserves remarks from the game’s writers. The below, describing Nasher’s decision to award you Crossroad Keep, has got to be one of the best:

Nasher: |assign CK| [Okay, I bought you a house as a present for your loyalty.  Actually it's more of a keep. And it's ruined and filled with Luskans.  But it's all yours.  Just go there.  Mmmkay?]

#nwn2 #neverwinter nights 2 #cut content #longing-for-nwn2-enhanced-edition

[modernmanblues]

sing a mean tune kid

CH 1: ONLY THE BEGINNING

a/n: and here we are, the first chapter in this wonderful story. in this chapter, we are introduced to the main protagonists, Robert, Lee and Andy. we will quickly learn why Andy may have a little trouble with Robert and Lee (they can be a handful, those meddlin’ kids!) anyways, not much to say here except i hope you all enjoy and once again, please give me feedback on whether i should write more chapters! Ta 💖

themes: general silliness, curiosity, insinuating rivalry between band members, hot women 😏

“Most of you probably know me as Bobby Lamm but today, you may call me Robert.”

April 4, 1973. The time is 8:00 am.

“I hope I’m making myself clear, boys. I need you to take this stuff seriously. This radio station needs more productivity, which means we gotta figure out a way to gain more listeners! Just stick to the plan and play the top 40 hits listed on this paper.” Andy says matter-of-factly as he looks at Robert and Lee dead in the eyes.

Andy is dressed in red and black flannel, sleeves rolled halfway up his arms, and tucked underneath his skinny bell bottom denim jeans. He has on his favorite pair of cowboy boots. He stands with both his hands resting on his waist, showing his authority as program director.

He hands the men the top 40 list. Robert and Lee squint as they read through the list, nodding their heads slowly as they analyze each song that’s on the list.

“Is that understood boys?” he questions Robert and Lee.

“Yes, sir!” like two army cadets, Robert and Lee respond in unison, giving Andy a slightly petrified look.

“Good, good now let’s get funky boys!” Andy smiles at the men and does a little dance as he exits the control room.

Robert and Lee turn to each other slowly, smirking rather mischievously before bursting into laughter.

“I hope I’m making myself clear, boys!” Lee says mockingly in his best Andy Travis impression.

“Oh Andy Travis, program director of WKRP, please marry me.” Robert responds in an exaggerated female voice while batting his eyes and making kissy faces at Lee.

Lee and Robert laugh like two hyenas as they fall back into their seats. As they regain composure, they both examine the control panel.

“Huh, I wonder what this button does.” Robert says as he pushes a random button on the control panel and immediately, a red light on the control panel begins flashing.

“Oh sh—” Robert’s eyes grow big and begins to panic. He realizes he’s now live on the air.

“Say something, man!” Lee whispers in a panicked voice.

“Hello.” Robert says in a deep, suave voice. “This is Robert Lamm, keyboardist of Chicago and today you folks are lucky because you get to hear me provide DJ services until 4 pm for all your rock ‘n roll needs.” He smirks and gives Lee a slightly nervous look.

“You’re doing so well, my dear, keep it up!” Lee whispers as he smiles at Robert.

“Most of you probably know me as Bobby Lamm but today, you may call me Robert.” he continues to speak rather suavely. He pauses for a second, then continues his dialogue. “Today our lovely WKRP listeners are in for treat! I am joined by my lovely assistant and the world’s best trumpet player, Mr. Lee Loughnane!” he gestures at Lee to begin talking.

Nervous, Lee clears his throat then begins speaking into the mic.

“Well, hello all you beautiful people of Cincinnati. It is I, the great Lee Loughnane! Robert and I are two of the finest DJ’s Cincinnati has to offer so we hope we fill your morning with joy with our high quality DJ services.”

As Lee continues with his spiel, Robert takes out one of Elton John’s newest albums, Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player and places it on the turntable. He gently sets the needle down on the record and waits for Lee to finish talking before he begins playing a song off the record.

“..and here’s Elton with one of my personal favorites off his newest record, Crocodile Rock.” Lee points to Robert to cue him to begin playing the song. The song begins to pulsate through the tiny control room. Robert scrambles to find the mute button on the control panel and presses it gracefully with his long index finger.

The men slouch into their seats and breathe a sigh of relief.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Robert looks at Lee, his clear blue eyes slightly twinkling.

“Not bad for amateurs.” Lee smiles widely through his beard. He shakes his hair vigorously, then run his fingers through his silky, golden curls to fix it.

Robert rests his legs against the control panel, being careful not to accidently push any buttons.

“Hey man, you want some coffee? I can ask that stunning secretary of ours if she can make us some.” Lee smirks at Robert.

Robert’s eyes widen once again then stares at Lee. “Oh man, she’s so hot, let me tell ya!”

“Yeah, that’s what I was saying! So damn hot!” Lee exclaims. “It’s always the blondes, man.”

Robert chuckles. “I bet she has a boyfriend though.” He follows Lee with his eyes as Lee rises from his seat.

Lee stretches while standing, then yawns as he scratches his side. “Sadly, you’re probably right, man.” Lee looks down and pouts like a child.

“She would be one lucky gal to have one of us as a boyfriend ya know.” Robert chuckles.

“Yeah but she’s out of our league, man. I mean the girl comes from old money, I betcha. Look at the way she carries herself. She’s clearly rich!” Lee says matter-of-factly.

“Are you boys talking about me?” the female voice resonates throughout the entire room, making the boys jump of their seats. Robert and Lee turn to see that it’s Jennifer Marlowe.

Jennifer is dressed in her maroon pencil dress, her blonde hair is tied up in a neat bun. She grins widely at the two boys while holding two coffee mugs with both hands, which are steaming with hot coffee. She carefully brushes past the men and places the mugs on the center console of the control panel.

“Jennifer Marlowe!” Robert and Lee say in unison, ogling at Jennifer head to toe.

“Hi boys, I didn’t mean to snoop on ya but I thought I’d bring you two some fresh hot coffee. Mornings can get a little tough here at the KRP. I know coffee always picks me up!” Jennifer says with enthusiasm.

She takes some time to examine the men from head to toe but pays extra attention to Robert. She notices how his white dress shirt is unbuttoned halfway, revealing a patch of chest hair and notices the brown talisman he’s wearing around his neck�� adorned with three small brown pendants in the center. She grins at Robert, and the two stare at each other for a while.

Jennifer smiles at Robert. “So you must be Robert.”

“Yes ma’am. ‘Tis I.” Robert says softly.

She walks over to him slowly and begins playing with his hair. Robert gives her a confused look and doesn’t take his eyes off her as he tries to figure out her next move.

“My, my your hair is getting so long. It seemed shorter in the photos. It must be the new trend, fellas growing out their hair.” she says, smiling widely at Robert.

Robert chuckles. “I guess I’m trying to go for the John Lennon look. That’s what everyone’s doing these days.”

“What about me?” Lee says with a huge grin on his face, his ocean blue eyes twinkling as he stares at Jennifer.

Jennifer smiles at Lee while walking over to him. She looks up at him and starts playing with his hair. Lee shakes his curls while Jennifer plays with them.

Jennifer giggles. “Well aren’t you just the most adorable thing, Mr. Loughnane?”

“Please, call me Lee. Geez..Mr. Loughnane. What am I old or something?” Lee chuckles, looking at Jennifer with a child-like smile.

“Ok Lee.” She grins at him. “Anyways, I’ve been meaning to ask you boys if you have any idea who left this stinky sock on my desk.” She yells out for a young woman by the name of Bailey to come in. “Oh, Bailey!!”

Bailey Quarters, the pretty blue-eyed, petite brunette, who is the devoted editor for the station, scurries into in the control room and her facial expression changes the moment she lays eyes on the men. Her jaw drops slightly and her eyes widen. Without saying a word, she looks at the men disdainfully as she shows them the dirty sock.

“Yes, well I’m sure you boys realize that your mothers are not around to clean up your mess for you.” Jennifer says, her tone slightly maternal.

Robert grabs the sock from Bailey and pinches his nose as he gets a whiff of it. He tosses the sock to Lee.

“That’s definitely not mine! See, I actually do my laundry unlike some people I know.” Robert slowly turns his head to Lee and glares at him.

“Sweet baby Jesus, this thing reeks! And this is definitely not my sock either, Jennifer, I swear! I’m a good boy and I do my laundry just like Robert.” Lee says to Jennifer matter-of-factly while pinching his nose.

“Wait a minute—” Robert examines the sock again and grimaces as he begins to realize who the sock belongs to.

“Oh I know whose sock this is.” Robert says in a stern voice, narrowing his eyes as he examines the sock once again.

“Yeah, man. I think I might know too.” Lee adds, while looking at Robert.

Robert and Lee look at the sock then, looking at each other in the eyes, they both begin to grimace.

“Cetera…” the boys say sternly in unison.

“I’m sorry, is that one of your people?” Jennifer asks.

“Yes, it sure is. Peter fucking Cetera. I got into a fist fight with that fool last week after he got home drunk and demanded to fight with me. Anyways, his room is like a pig pen, it’s always a mess. That sock belongs to him, and he probably came in earlier and left it on your desk to try and sabotage our image. He’s just mad that Lee and I get to be radio DJs for a month while he’s stuck helping his mother with chores back home.” Robert says, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

“Yeah, Jennifer. That boy definitely has some growing up to do.” Lee adds.

Bailey walks slowly over to the boys to get a closer look at them. She looks at them both with admiration, her jaw dropping slightly.

“Woooww. I don’t mean to change the topic but Jennifer, can you believe we’re breathing the same air as the guys from Chicago right now?” Bailey says with delight, gazing in awe at Robert then at Lee. “Which one of you is Robert?”

The men look at each other smiling then look back at Bailey.

“Meee!!!” Lee chirps.

Robert cups his mouth with his hand to try and stifle his laugh while looking at Lee, knowing fully well this is child’s play.

“Yes, and I’m Terry Kath.” Robert adds, smirking at Bailey.

“Oh. Wow, Robert, I didn’t realize you had facial hair and thick curls! my, oh my!” Bailey says to Lee.

Lee laughs then tells Bailey the truth. “We’re just messin’ with ya. I’m Lee and this is Robert.” Lee points to Robert.

Bailey walks over to Robert and stares at him for a minute. “My God you’re—”

Andy suddenly storms into the control room and has a puzzled look on his face when he notices Bailey and Jennifer’s presence.

“Alright, ladies. These boys need to get to work, they’re not here to fraternize with groupies.” Andy says with stern in his tone.

“Oh Andy, I was just on my way out the door anyway. It was a pleasure talking to you both!” Jennifer blows a kiss at the boys as she scurries out the room.

“Yeah..Andy…uhhh…I was just—” Bailey gives Andy a frightened look, then exits the room swiftly.

“And as for you two—” Andy looks at the boys dead in the eyes, raising his index finger at Lee then at Robert like a disgruntled grade school teacher.

“Crap! it’s time for the next song!” Robert exclaims.

Robert rushes over to the control panel to announce the next song. He looks at the next song on the list, a tiny smile breaks across his face when he sees that it’s his song, Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

Robert leans over to the mic but pauses briefly as he thinks about a good transitional speech.

“So Elton, huh? man, that boy sure can sing. Anyways, that was our dear friend, Elton with one of his newest hits, Crocodile Rock. Up next is a song written by yours truly. Here’s Chicago with Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? Robert looks over at the turntable and sees that Lee has conveniently placed the record on it, ready to be played. Right on cue, Lee carefully plants the needle on the record and music begins to fill the tiny studio once again. Robert hits the mute button on the control panel and begins to sing under his breath.

“..to me and asked me, what the time was..” Robert sings softly.

“..on my watch, yeaahh and I saaaiidd…” Andy joins in singing.

“..does anybody really know what time it is? does anybody really care?..” Lee chimes in.

The men proceed to sing the rest of the lyrics in perfect harmony. For a moment, they forget about all their problems and immerse themselves into the wonderful music.

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#sing a mean tune kid: a fan fiction #liz stewart’s writings #chicago the band #wkrp in cincinnati #robert lamm #lee loughnane #andy travis #thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed this rather light read ☺️

[tropes-and-tales]

I'm a whore for Angel Reyes but I hate what happened to his character. Any fix it you can offer me to help me feel better?

Honestly, I haven't watched this season at all. I've been too busy, and friends who've been watching haven't led me to believe that I've missed much.

That said, I think it's obvious that the drama around the show runners and actors has hurt the overall arc of the show. It's also hurt the character development, so my head canons probably vary wildly from the canon of the show.

I think the original focus of the show, from what I’ve heard, was supposed to be Miguel versus EZ, brother against brother.  Light and dark, with the light turning darker and the dark turning lighter.  A woman between them.  Both struggling with their identities as Mexican-Americans, and what it means to be a hyphenate.  Angel was allegedly supposed to die in the first season.  Adelita’s baby daddy was supposed to be Miguel.

So my fix-it head canons hew more to the original arc of the series.

Angel has always struggled with being second best to golden boy EZ.

He loves his brother, but Angel is a deep sinkhole of no self-esteem and the resultant bad decisions.

He knows he’s a disappointment to his father, and Ignacio/Felipe has never given Angel the words of love and encouragement he needed.

He only ever got that from his mother, so when she was murdered, it sort of calcified him in an arrested development.

When EZ gets out of prison and becomes a prospect, Angel is 90% thrilled to have his little brother back....

....but he’s 10% resentful, especially when EZ starts to gain respect in the club.

The Mayans was Angel’s thing, and now it’s become EZ’s thing.

When EZ ropes him into his deal with the DEA...when Angel has to kill Kevin (RIP to Compte for another great death scene), it’s too much.

I picture Angel as having a dark night of the soul after he kills his cousin.  

He loves the M.C. life, but maybe Santo Padre holds too many ghosts now.

I imagine him transferring to another club, maybe more north in California.  Maybe he joins the Oakland charter.

Things move slower in the Oakland charter of the Mayans.  They are further from the chaos of the border, the chaos of the Galindo cartel.

It’s the mother charter too, so there’s a sense of history.  A sense of pride.

Oakland is a funky, arty city.  Not like Santo Padre at all.

Angel Reyes...without EZ and Felipe defining him, without the ghosts of Marisol and Kevin....he can discover who he really is.

One of his Oakland brothers had a girl who owns one of Oakland’s weird little art galleries.  He drags all the Mayans to an event when his girl has an art show.

That’s where Angel meets you.

You’re one of the featured artists.  You’re a sculptor—everything from delicate pieces carved from marble to big, nervy chunks of raw metal welded together.

You catch his eye immediately:  the rockabilly style of your clothing, the hair with a bright panel of magenta dyed into it.  The colorful tattoo peeking out from under your sleeve.

He catches your eye too.  He’s an absolute unit, tall and broad, and he has that lazy swagger as he walks around your piece, studying it.

You come over and introduce yourself.  Ask how he likes the piece.

“I don’t really understand any of this art shit,” he blurts out, and instead of being offended, you just laugh.

You take him through the show, explaining things with your artist’s eye.

You’re one of those casually touchy people, and Angel fucking melts under your tame touches on his arm, on his shoulder.

After the show?  The guys go out to a bar, and you join them.

You take him home with you, bold and assured in what you want.  You want him, and he wants you too.

Angel is—was—a complete fuck boi in Santo Padre, but he’s been changing over the past year.

It starts off casual with you, but it slides quickly into something more.

All that domestic shit Angel never cared about....he cares now.  With you.  He loves the life he’s able to build with you.

Sometimes he feels a pang for the life he left behind in Santo Padre.  He travels back, and he brings you with him:  you settled behind him on his bike, your arms around his middle.

Back in Santo Padre, you beside him, he realizes how much he’s grown.  How Santo Padre Angel was a screw-up and an overgrown boy, but how Oakland Angel is a man in the best sense of the word.  How much he’s laid his ghosts and insecurities to rest.

#angel reyes #angel reyes head canon #Mayans MC

[starsandspark]

– Writing ab my FNaF SB AU! ,i really like writing–

💗–ᴬ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ

🎉–index/summary of the writing ;

DJ, Betty and Chipper are my favorite polyamorous couple, in fact, the only one in this AU!-, so I thought it would be exciting to write something about those three lovers, something like... How they met!

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–“ Oh... I think I understand, so, is it as if they were one person? Do you love them as one?"

Moon asked as he joined his hands and interlaced his fingers, he had known the Funkies for months, so the autistic spectrum of him didn't feel uncomfortable talking to them directly, they were trustworthy.

Betty giggled, he was a little wrong, so she got ready to answer.

– “Oh no no, certainly it is a good saying but no, for my heart they are two separate people, but I love them without preferences”

–“Polyamory used to have preferences, which does not happen with us”

Chipper added as he went back to his soda, having just come back from the vending machine to sit down with DJ and Betty. The three of them were possibly huddled together all the time, it was normal to see the beaver and the clown on top of the tallest one, perhaps in his arms or sitting on his legs.

–“ Before? Has it existed for a long time? Has it also been in humans?”

He received a settlement from all three. Moon certainly didn't know that, he thought polyamory was a mutant thing, but the fact that it happened in humans was also interesting.

– “Certainly yes! Thousands of years ago when humans were not as civilized as now, men used to have several girls, but those girls did not love each other and only wanted the boy, this being a preference. That type of poly relationship continues to occur in some human tribes and religions, also in animals!”

Said DJ, he had heard that a long time ago when they were just beginning their relationship.

– “ Currently polyamory is much more romanticized, it continues to occur in humans as well.

Everyone loves each other equally without leaving anyone behind, although there are also people who hate or are disgusted by polyamory, but that is because they see it in a sexual way thinking that we are an excuse for 0rgi3s... Uhg I hate that they think that, especially because polyamorous people have and know more about affective and romantic responsibility”

Chipper hated that kind of comments and didn't try to hide it, he had already heard them several times from the staff, but he was capable of defending himself and his two lovers against any nonsense coming from anyone's mouth.

– "That has become very clear to me, they are capable of dividing everything equally and loving each other in a way that it would be difficult for someone with few brain cells to understand, that is a lot of affective responsibility"

Moon seemed impressed, the theme was beautiful and attractive, the relationship of those three was so tender that it was impossible to see them in any bad way.

But, he still had a doubt, how did they meet? How did they realize that the three of them wanted to be together? It didn't take long for him to ask, but of course he wanted to know everything, so the three Funkies quickly looked at each other, how they met and the beginning of their love affair was one of their favorite stories to tell after the story of how Chipper got into a fight with lucifer on a mountain over there in Oaxaca-

They snuggled together once more, practically holding each other as they sank back into memories of almost twelve years ago.

–“ Can I start?~”

Betty asked, oh wow, even to tell a story they divided, although it made sense, it was a story that the three of them knew and it was important to them.

– "I want to tell the part where it gets dramatic, as well as in the Rosa de Guadalupe mujahAh"

Chipper responded as he clasped the empty can in his hands.

– “I want to tell the ending, I like the endings”

DJ finally made the decision, now Betty was ready to start, she loved every memory she kept with the two of them even as she loved them herself.

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Betty's Pov; – It all starts twelve or eleven years ago, in Fazbear's laboratories!

I was created for the candy store, so I practically had pastry classes every morning and went out to lunch in the afternoon! All around me were sweets, ice cream and cookies until I met them. Certainly our first impression of each other was very funny.

I had come for lunch, I remember that the food that day was more than unpleasant, soft beans with onions, I don't know who in their right mind would eat that.

DJ is the type of person who doesn't mind complaining or laughing at anything, so he quickly slid the plate across the table and started talking.

– "I prefer to eat raw eggs with mayonnaise before eating this"

–“ Without a doubt, I would do it too! , Even with chamoy, geez, you can tell they don't want food, I would cook you something a thousand times better even though no one will pay me"

I don't know, Chipper had simply come close to agreeing with him while he took his own plate and someone else's plate and looked at them with the most comical displeasure you can imagine!. I couldn't hold it and I laughed in the distance, I also got up to deliver the plate to the table where they were and continued talking.

– “This thing is not worth a piece of candy! ,not even a human is able to eat it ,take it ,it would be great if you throw it away!”

Chipper took my set too and threw it in a trash can, from there we talked about food and laughed until our supervisors told us that apparently they gave us the wrong thing and brought us something more passable, it was funny.

From there we started sitting together every day, we talked about anything, we even realized that we were from the same restaurant and our attractions were close! We became very good friends.

We used to even meet up at night, DJ would go to night parties with you! Then he would pick us up from there, Chipper and I had the rooms in the same block, so he would just open from the outside and we would sit together until dawn, so many nice and exciting things we did those nights and afternoons, that I didn't realize that he had begun to love them in a different way.

The butterflies began to appear a few weeks before our last day in the laboratory, I needed them two more than anything, they were my only friends after all.

Until it broke, everything broke-

We received news that could be light for everyone, but not for us, we had planned so many things together. They told us that Chipper went to other superior laboratories in Mexico City, since the knowledge he had there in Texas was not enough for what was needed in the restaurant, it was just less than basic culture and gastronomy, so he had to go directly to live in CDMX and visit other states to truly understand and become familiar with the subject.

Which would cost him four years. Time was really what made us cry on the way to the Pizzaplex, without Chipper it wasn't the same, nothing was the same between us. We have always needed each other, there are no preferences or comfort if one is missing, in fact, we expect it.

And we did that for all those four years. –

Chipper's Pov; – In all that time they seemed to form no real bond with any mutants or mall workers, they didn't go to any parties or meetings with the Glamrocks.

The times they saw each other were only to end up crying for me, and I did the same every night knowing that I might never see them again.

As if! I did not know where c⁴r4jos was or how long I was going to be there, the doctors spoke to me in a language that I had to learn on my own since I did not understand anything. They gave me anesthesia from the first trip so that I would not see the outside world and I never, never knew where I was standing, although I knew geography thanks to classes, I never really knew what the outside world was, that time in Oaxaca it was a trip exclusive and limited, but that's another story, let me continue with the drama carlA-.

The classes used to be heavy, you know, it was all so that Fazbear wouldn't be labeled xenophobic or stereotyped. Which I understood, it's certainly not good to believe that Spanish-speakers are only indigenous or something like that.

I made a few friends, but nothing could ever compare to the excitement I felt with Betty and DJ, so the day I woke up in a cab on the way to the Pizzaplex was one of the happiest of my life.

I remember arriving still dizzy from the anesthesia, but when I saw them waiting for me almost crying at the entrance, all sleep took away from me! From one moment to the next we are on the ground laughing and crying with happiness, we were together again and no one was going to separate us anymore.

Those days the Pizzaplex was closed while I settled into my new place and the merchandise was brought in. But my mind was always on them, Betty and DJ, just thinking about Betty and DJ.

In all my time away I missed them, I did not recognize the feeling of love that I had for them; romantic love. Ofc, until the butterflies came back.

My feelings felt very different being close to them, what's more, the three of us were going through the same thing without realizing it.

But Richie did notice, he was a night worker on the fazcade before Vannessa arrived, he usually returns around Christmas time to celebrate with his favorite company!

That day we were together on the DJ stage, doing our usual thing, until Richie came along.

I remember very well when he said that we looked adorable together, that we were a beautiful couple, that the love we had between the three of us was unique. None of the three of us said anything, we just looked at each other embarrassed and having the world's worst butterfly crisis, the fact that he mentioned the feeling of love...

IT LEFT ME THINKING THE REST OF THE NIGHT! , everything he said had awakened something in me, something that perhaps had been asleep due to the anesthesia of years. Haha! It was difficult to understand, how were the three of us going to be together?; So we ended up in her office the next day talking about how we felt, only to realize that it really was love, polyamory!

Richie knew a lot about the lgbtq+ community, in fact, thanks to him I was able to solve my doubts about my identity, im' just a transboy!.

The following nights together were different, the hugs were different, the kisses were something new that we began to give to each other, it was new, beautiful, which ended up calming down the confusion of how we saw each other, as if we had finally made a truce with annoying butterflies.

We officially became a couple when we felt we had the ability to shout to the entire Pizzaplex how much we loved each other, even though we're not good at socializing, the rest of the mutants gladly approved, especially the night marchers, although I remember you guys They didn't go to that meeting! –

DJ's pov; – Over time everything could only get better, we feel more confident since Chipper's transition, love was strengthened when we realized that we would be together no matter what or who got in the way!

And then, uhmm, then a little Sol and his boyfriend Luna came to the fazcade and we met, we hit it off, then one day Sunny went with Dee to see the confetti cannons and Moon stayed with us talking about what polyamory is and then we tell our story together... End! –

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– “I loved that end my dear lover, just perfect-”

Chipper seemed to want to burst out laughing, DJ wasn't good at endings or telling stories, but he was cute and funny.

– “I know, they tell me the best improvising~”

–“ Silly-, come here, this time you are not saved from the kisses!

Betty ended up throwing herself into her arms and cupping her cheeks to leave kisses everywhere, even Chipper ended up joining and receiving some, they were very sweet.

–“ Shall we go Moonieboo? It's late and then you have to go do the security marches!”

Sunny had gotten to hug Moon slowly, then walk away with him to the elevators and wave goodbye to the Funkies, Moon wanted to spend time with his Sunny too, he was his pretty boy in the whole mall, ¡oh the Pizzaplex!, that place was full of love and memories.

#fnaf au #fnaf sb au #security breach #fnaf writing #writing #el chip fnaf #glamrock baby #dj music man #moon fnaf #sunnydrop fnaf #sundrop fnaf #daycareattendants #sundropxmoondrop #fnaf sun and moon

[changeling-chatter]

Zoo employee: So the octopus is a cephalo-

Me, already flapping my hands:

#Actually autistic #autism #special interest #I don’t try to be rude I just get very excited about cephalopods #and my brain to mouth filter is nonexistent #Op speaks #love me those funky little arm boys #cephalopoda

[acciopietro]

Hii, can I request Pietro x Lang! reader (Scott's older daughter) where while having powers herself , she's only around avengers because of her dad causing her and Pietro to bond about how "hard" it is to be an older sibling, slowly falling in love?

twelve minutes - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! lang! reader

summary: you met pietro through your dad being an avenger, but it’s not until you bond over the care for your siblings that you realize just how much you and pietro have in common.

word count: 1,426

tw: just some light making out, that’s it!

a/n: here u go! it’s a little short, but i don’t have as much time as i did during the summer. also thank you everyone for 400 followers! that’s crazy! i am so appreciative for you all <3

AT THE SOUND OF KNUCKLES rapping against the door, your eyes snapped up to the frown of your father; he was eyeing the phone in your hands with a shrewd, raised eyebrow. Your dad always said you were on your phone way too much, but despite all he said, you seemed to always ignore his warnings either way. Besides, what else was there to do in the Avengers Compound? Hang out with government officials?

“And I will take that,” he said, and at his words, you felt your phone slip out of your grip. Looking up, you saw him tuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. Your father, Scott Lang, aka ‘Ant-Man’, had taken you under his wing and brought you to the Avengers compound when the pair of you find out about your super-powers. It was pretty cool to get to work with people like Tony Stark, but it got rather boring hanging around there. “Thank you!”

“Dad!” you got to your feet, extending an arm to grab your phone, but he lifted it up and out of your grasp. “C’mon—”

“Why don’t you socialize?” he said, turning around and beginning to walk out of the room. You jogged after him, trying to find an opportunity to grab your phone from him whilst he blabbed on about how you should make friends or do something else with your life. “I mean, you’re a girl with superpowers and an awesome dad. I don’t understand what’s so special that’s on this thing.”

“I’m just bored,” you told him as the pair of you entered a larger room, where multiple people were passing by. “S’not like I can hang out with Cassie, and there’s nothing for me to —”

Your words fell short, eyes practically popping out of your skull. Your eyes landed on a person around your age; he had to be at least six feet tall, with icy blonde dyed hair, broad shoulders, and a build you were sure you had only seen models sport. His head turned to the side and you caught sight of piercing blue eyes. Those eyes caught yours, and when he smiled at you, you were too stunned to do it back.

“Hey!” your dad snapped in your face. “I think I’d rather you be on your phone then ogle Maximoff over there.”

“Maximoff?” you repeated. What an odd first name.

“Yeah, Pietro,” he told you. “He and his sister Wanda are livin’ here now... they’ve got some funky powers, y’know, she’s got this—”

“What’s he have?”

Your father gave you a deadpan look before sighing. “Super-speed and like... suuuper high metabolism.”

“High metabolism isn’t a super power, Dad,” you told him dryly, watching this Pietro Maximoff character exit the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a girl who looked similar to him, with reddish-brown hair and various necklaces around her neck. You assumed this was Wanda.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he paused, thinking, before snapping his fingers. “Increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Boom.”

“When’d they get here?”

“A while ago,” you dad shrugged. “You just haven’t been here in a while.”

You sure would have come back to the Avengers Compound rather quickly if you had known someone like Pietro Maximoff was going to be there. Over the course of the next week or two, you crossed paths more than you expected; although your dad didn’t seem too keen on the idea of you and the Sokovian boy becoming friends, you tended to keep your friendship away from prying eyes.

“Y’know I’m older than Wanda,” Pietro had commented one day, grabbing one of the various miscellaneous items off of your dresser and tossing it up into the air. You were back at home, away from the compound, and Pietro had decided to pay you a visit for the day... or two... or the weekend...

“Oh, yeah?” you gave a light scoff. “By how many minutes?”

Pietro pursed his lips. “Twelve minutes.”

You let out a short, bark of laughter. “Yeah, okay, ‘Big Brother.’ Those twelve minutes granted you with some good wisdom, did they?”

“Shut up,” Pietro said bluntly, his Sokovian accent thick. “C’mon. You feel protective over Cassie, don’t you? It’s the same with Wanda.”

“I get that,” you hummed, leaning back on your bed and putting your back up against your wall, watching as Pietro continued to wander aimlessly around your room, picking up random items and running his hands along each and every surface. “Cassie’s my everything. I’m glad she doesn’t have any powers or anything... I would never want her tangled up in... y’know.. Avengers crap.”

“I sometimes wish Wanda didn’t have her powers,” Pietro admitted quietly, his back to you. 

You said nothing as he turned again, swinging his leg up onto your bed and scooting backwards until he was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you. He smelled of sandalwood and something that reminded you of melted marshmallows.

“She’s powerful. More powerful than anyone I know, but... that makes things dangerous, doesn’t it?” Pietro sighed, fiddling with his fingers where his hands laid in his lap. You fought the urge to intertwine your hand with his. “I dunno, I just... I get worried.”

“She’s your sister, of course you’ll be worried,” you reassured him, nudging his shoulder with your own. “I worry about Cassie all the time, and she doesn’t even have powers. It’s a sibling thing. I’m sure Wanda worries about you and I’m sure — well, I hope — Cassie worries about me. It’s cause’ your family.”

“You’re so easy to talk to,” you heard him breathe, and when you shifted your eyes to actually look at him, he had a sort of dopey look on his face, almost like he was sleeping and having a good dream. 

“Uhm,” you swallowed. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously,” he shifted his body so he was facing you, and he swiftly reached out to grab your hand, encasing it with his own, fingers feeling rough against your smooth ones. You felt your face heat up, but you still said nothing. “Like it’s just easy to talk about this stuff with you. I’m starting to think that’s your superpower.”

You chuckled. “I promise you, it’s not.”

“I think it is,” he said, his voice dropping a little bit, and you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second before trailing back up to your eyes. “Is your dad home?”

“Erm—” you blinked. “No.”

“Hm,” he hummed, something in his eyes sparkling. You could feel him inching closer, and there was something especially endearing about the closeness of his face, especially when you could see the pale blue-gray of his iris, or the tiny, barely noticeable freckles on the bridge of his nose that you had never noticed before. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you breathed. You could see the tiny splotches of reddish-pink on the apples of his cheeks, and you found it awfully appealing.

“If I kiss you, you won’t get mad, will you?”

Your heart skipped. “No, I — I won’t be mad.”

“That’s nice,” he mumbled, pressing his lips gently against yours. He pulled back, staring at you, before doing it again. And again. And then he did it and didn’t pull away; your lips tangled with his, moving in sync at a slowness you were surprised to be seeing from Pietro. His hand that had been holding yours had slid up your forearm, dancing up to your shoulder. 

His other hand rested on your upper thigh, fingers dipping into the plush skin just enough for it to give you goosebumps. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, his fingers began sort of kneading at your thigh, and you couldn’t help the small sort of moan that slipped out.

Pietro then pulled back for a moment, glancing at your open door before he asked breathlessly, his lips swollen, “Is anyone home?”

“I think Cassie’s asleep downstairs,” you told him, and he scrunched up his nose. “And dad get’s home in...” you glanced at the clock and giggled. “Twelve minutes.”

Pietro rolled his eyes. You did nothing for a heartbeat before lifting up two fingers and swishing them across the air, causing the open door to gently and silently close. Pietro’s lips twitched up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping his hand over your cheek.

“Micuță obraznică,” he muttered, before leaning back in again. You pulled him close, accepting it, and praying to god that your dad would not pull up while Pietro was still there.

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translations: Micuță obraznică. - Cheeky little thing or Naught little one.

taglist: @kaqua​ @julster @pagesbetweensheets @mcximffs​ @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx​ 

a/n: this is kind of really short but i have so much homework i’m sorry if this sort of sucks LMAO. i have so much to do, i had to close requests cause i need to finish the others i have before i can start any more. anywho, here u go love!

#aaron taylor johnson #age of ultron #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x y/n #pietro x reader #pietro #mcu #aaron johnson #marvel smut #marvel

[felagund-fiollaigean]

C3 Body Swap Headcanons

Body Swap shenanigans. We all love them. Take a cast of characters, apply a healthy dose of funky magic bullshit, and suddenly everyone has to adjust to having a totally different body than what they had before. Cue the antics, angst, hijinks, and a quest to return to their original bodies.

Here's my take on applying that to the C3 squad (name TBA):

- Chetney ends up in Dorian's body. No particular reason why, I just want this short king to get to be tall for a while, and given how different they are in personality and how Chetney was antagonizing Dorian at first, I think it wold be really interesting, not to mention the inherent humor in everything Chetney says coming out of Dorian's mouth. Openly remarking, "Gee, would you get a load of the view from up here!" and "What the fuck do you even do with all these limbs? they just keep going on forever, and what you need so much hair for blue boy?!"

- Ashton winds up in Laudna's body. Dee immediately picks up that something is different, and when she makes inquiries as to who is now occupying Laudna's brain and when she'll be back, Ashton just about jumps out of his skin. I can see a lot of, "Pardon me, but who exactly are you?"/"what the fuck, lady, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in Laudna's head?" Delilah will never know peace. Not to mention someone as athletic as Ashton in Laudna's weak-ass body, it would be interesting for them to adjust to. Discovering they actually fucking love wearing skirts.

- Orym ends up in Fearne's body. First of all, see Chetney's entry where the short king deserves to know what it's like to be tall. Second, Orym was raised in a society of druids and druid-adjacent casters, and while he has a few tricks, never really took to magic himself. So I think it would be interesting for him to experience being able to fully connect to nature magic, not to mention how much mileage he would get out of wildshaping into big fuckoff animals to be able to physically bully enemies away from his friends the way he wants to.

- Imogen gets Ashton's. I think it's very interesting to think of Imogen, who's usually very shy and (as Laura said) tries to hide herself, occupying Ashton's body. They're tall and strong and colorful and loud, and at first it feels uncomfortable to take up so much space, draw so many eyes. But then she gets used to it, and begins to really lean into the powerful build and the swagger and fucking owns it. I want to see Imogen suddenly have the ability to get up close and pummel her enemies into submission. I can imagine "Ashton" getting recognized by someone he has History with, or having to utilize one of his criminal contacts, so Imogen has to give her most convincing performance as him. I know she could pull it off but it would probably be pretty dicey to have an entire conversation without arousing suspicion. As for the constant pain/discomfort/symptoms of having a shattered head and arm, Imogen copes with it well. It's not like she's not used to having voices in her mind she constantly has to block out, the pain is easy by comparison, though the lack of depth perception is the hardest to get used too. Once she gets back in her own body, buys herself a pair of big, heavy boots cause they really did wonders for her confidence. Ashton is very proud. Tells her it suits her.

- FCG can taste things now that he's in Orym's body. The gang takes him on a tour of Jrusar's best eateries (according to Ashton). At first, FCG defers to things Orym likes (pies included), but find that those just don't do it for them, so he gradually begins to request what they think would taste good themself and develops quite the discerning palate in the span of an evening. Licks a copper piece just for funsies and the face he makes is hilarious. Experiences dreams for the first time too, doesn't understand the fuss everyone was making earlier. Has a little too much fun parkouring all over the place, delighted by his newfound mobility. They also find Orym's skillset is pretty well-suited to their ever-present need to Feel Of Use, and go on being just as self-sacrificial as ever, and yeah that made me sad too. There's also a thought here about FCG who is constantly trying to help their friends with their mental/emotional issues having his mind/soul inhabiting a body with memories of loss they don't seem to experience the same way and actually getting to have first-hand experience at that. Has an existential crisis once he reverts to his own body. Misses taste, but as time goes on he begins to forget what it was like.

- Laudna gets Chetney's body. She absolutely vibes with Chetney's skill for crafting and sculpting wood, not that she's not proficient with that sort of thing before, but her mind is opened to so many more possibilities with Chetney's muscle memory on her side. Oh, and she fucking digs turning into a werewolf. I really don't have much else to say about that, she just thinks its the absolute tits. Rips a door off its hinges just for fun, she gets to be creepy and feral while not being made of tissue paper for a while, as a treat.

- Fearne winds up in FCG, because she's Fearne. Everyone else I can only see ending in angst being in a non-living body, but since Fearne is a fey I think she'd be more amused than anything. She tries really hard to make drinking out of herself work, but it never really comes together. Gets a little too much into the spinning saw blade. Casually offers Orym, "you can explore my body if you want," which Orym immediately politely refuses. Mister immediately senses the switch, and now rides around on top of FCG's head.

- And that leaves us with Dorian in Imogen's. I don't have as much to say with this one either, only I think Dorian with high charisma would suit well to Imogen who also has high charisma. I've pretty much ignored how mental ability scores would translate in this scenario, but we can make something out of it now I guess. Takes a bath and tries to just chill under the water like he usually does, and is startled and dismayed to remember he actually needs to breathe and almost drowns as a result. Tries to play his lute and laments Imogen's lack of calluses. Tries to grab something off a high shelf and misses being 6 feet tall. He probably has the hardest time adjusting to his new flesh prison with the voices and all. Imogen apologizes (in Ashton's voice), and Dorian says, "It's not your fault. I don't mind shouldering the burden for a while." Comes out of it a bit subdued and depressed, because as Imogen said, people can really be horrible. But I think hearing the thoughts of those around him and being able to reach out into theirs for a while gives him a different perspective on how his own magic works as a bard, and subtly changes his casting style/method for the better. Guess I did have something to say with this one, okay.

And that's not even touching on the Gender Fuckery that could occur here. I don't want to make any assumptions about everyone's assigned gender at birth, but I have my own trans thoughts about this party but I'll leave that open to reader interpretation in this scenario.

And yeah, that's about it. You got thoughts? I'd love to hear them in the replies.

#critical role #cr campaign 3 #fearne calloway #imogen temult #laudna #dorian storm #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea #orym of the air ashari #fresh cut grass #critical role c3

[deadpoetsmuses]

"inspiration". | neil perry, dps.

in which a summer is spent with the poets, with a significant feature of neil perry.

✧ title: "inspiration".

✧ pairing: neil perry x fem!reader.

✧ genre: fluff, with slight mentions of angst.

✧ word count: 2,733.

✧ warnings: written in headcanon format, home life mentions, the reader lives in meeks' grandma's house, knox being a simp for chris.

✦ author’s note: requested by @mybabysweetascanbe! it's kinda funky how i wrote this as a headcanon but it still ended up being my longest fic lmao. also i wrote the poem that neil made for the reader myself so i'm sorry if it's kinda cheesy 🗿 but i hope you all enjoy this one !! don't forget to take care of yourselves guys <3

✎ The summer holidays had always been a time for the poets’ relief.

✎ Their academic year was constantly filled with difficulties for the poets, but it was harder for some when they were home for the summer.

✎ Neil felt as though he couldn’t be himself-- he loved reading and writing even more so than he did with accomplishing any of his parents’ wishes, like heading into medical school. He especially loved to act, and it was rough to keep that concealed around his dictatorial father.

✎ Todd’s older brother would be at home as well, and it was worse enough being in his shadow; but it had gotten worse with every one of his parents’ daily proclamations.

“We were quite disappointed with your grades from last semester, son,” His father reprimanded, looking down on him with stern eyes. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you. Your mother and I raised you quite well and you have your brother to guide you along. You know that he’s remarkably intelligent and well accomplished. Why can’t you be more like your brother?”

✎ Charlie and Knox had been just like Neil. The constant pressure that their parents put on them about becoming a banker and a lawyer was daunting; and all they wanted was to simply live as regular teenagers without concern for their future.

✎ Fortunately, Meeks’ grandmother was a woman who had a colossal and motherly love for the poets with a sizable residence in which her grandson’s friends could inhabit during their vacation.

✎ Thus, the poets resided in the Meeks household in the summer before their senior year so as to escape the stress and troubles brought to them in their own homes.

✎ Even though the summer was fleeting and their time was short, the poets found their time to be everlasting when they met the student boarder of the house.

✎ She went by the name of Y/N, which was a name that sounded just as sweet as the lady to whom it was attached.

“Hello, everybody! I’m Y/N!” The girl said, reaching out her hand to shake one of the poets’. Truth be told, it had been quite some time since any one of the boys had been in close contact with a woman; so they found themselves to be quite the martians in the situation. It took a few moments before one of the poets-- Neil Perry-- could offer his hand and shake hers. “I’m Neil! We’re friends of Meeks and his classmates from Welton.” The boy swore that he felt a spark as their fingertips touched, but he tossed the feeling aside; along with the apparition that he saw of a faint glimmer in Y/N’s eyes.

✎ The boys instantly took her in to their little group, and they all fell in love with her personality-- which was a platonic statement of course; but Neil Perry found this to be otherwise as he actually began falling into love with the new girl.

✎ He loved the way she cared for her new friends, the way she projected her personality through the clothes she wore, and all of the little smiles she gave him.

✎ With every beam and twinkle that she delivered, Y/N found herself to be falling for Neil as well.

✎ He provided a feeling for her that made the blacks of her eyes expand and butterflies to quiver inside-- which was the very same one Neil had felt when he first laid his eyes on her.

✎ She had been a fantastic addition to the band of poets, and the boys could not have had it any other way.

Despite the summer coming into fruition, the poets did not fail to meet up in their little cave every once in a while to read poetry, discuss girls, and laugh. The first meeting of that summer was simply like any other. “Guys, what do we think of Y/N?” Meeks questioned. A clamor of answers that ranged between “I think she’s great,” and “Do you think Mrs. Meeks has any more people in her house like Y/N?” echoed in the dark cave. Clearly, the boys had favored Y/N; but certainly not to the point where they’d be infatuated with her. “Yeah, I think she’s nice. She’s really pretty too,” Knox added. “Woah there Knoxious,” Charlie replied, expelling out a chortle. “I don’t think Chris would like to hear that. And besides, she looks more like she’s Neil’s type than yours.” Charlie’s words weren’t incorrect, but it was needless to say that Neil had strongly agreed with that statement.

✎ Over the summer, they would all begin to get to know each other better.

✎ The poets eventually introduced Y/N to the intricate realm of poetry, and she wholeheartedly fell in love with every line that was recited.

✎ They enjoyed every moment of their fleeting time together. Of course, there would be times where the boys would get into small fights and bickers.

✎ Pitts would always be yelling at Charlie for taking an ungodly amount of time in the shower, while Charlie would be yelling back about how Pitts always seemed to inhale the food that Mrs. Meeks provided for them before he himself could even take one bite.

✎ Cameron did his best to do some summer reading at night, but he found it quite hard as his room was beside Knox’s room, and Knox would spend hours on end talking to Chris over the phone.

“Oh, Chris. How do I love thee?” Knox sighed, lacing the telephone cords in between his fingers. “That’s the title of a poem we learned in Mr. Keating’s class. It reminds me of how lovely you are. Of course, she’s not as pretty as you are,” Knox’s giggles not only erupted through the phone; but it travelled through the walls as well, disrupting Cameron from the climax of his novel. “We get it, Knox! You’re a romantic poet! Now why don’t you go tell Chris about how you finished with a D minus in English!”

✎ While all of the little squabbles took place, they hadn’t even noticed the slight change in Neil and Y/N’s behavior.

✎ Y/N seemed to be keeping to herself more often, while Neil appeared to have possessed an undying smile on his face around the poets; particularly in the mornings when everyone gets up early except for him and Y/N.

✎ Little did they know, Y/N’s room had been vacant for the past few days since the arguments began-- which was approximately three weeks after the boys had arrived to the Meeks’ residence; and Neil seemed to be giggling in his room every night when the rest were asleep.

✎ In the duration of those three weeks, Neil had become more familiar with Y/N than any of the other poets had been.

✎ They’d walk along the nearby river every morning, discuss poetry in the late afternoons, and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

“How long have you been living here?” Neil inquired, peering into Y/N’s eyes. His vision didn’t have to stretch too far as his face had only been a breath away from Y/N’s. The pair laid together under the warm covers of Neil’s bed with their legs entangled in one another’s and their hands interlocked, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. “It’s been two years since Mrs. Meeks took me in,” She replied, gazing over Neil’s chiseled face. “In the whole time I’ve been here, I think you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me,” Y/N added, beaming up at Neil. Hearing her words, Neil slowly leaned his lips onto Y/N’s forehead, giving her an endearing kiss. She too had been the most interesting thing to happen to Neil in a long time.

✎ For each and every day that they were together, Neil wrote love poems.

✎ His poems revolved around his time with Y/N and included detail of all sorts; such as how colors appeared to be more bright and more vivid when he was with her and how lovelier the birds had sounded in the morning during their walks.

"My love,

The luminosity of the golden sun

does not compare to the radiance

of your glowing skin.

In this air full of morning dew,

the most beautiful scent in the air

is still you.

The sounds we hear of the melodious

birds are all because of your presence,

and they sing only for your beauty.

I look into your eyes and I see nature

reflected back at me; but it is much more

pleasant to perceive than if I were to do so

through my own set of eyes.

Though the morning lasts for a mere set of hours,

My fascination for you can go for as long as

this smooth river flows.

✎ Neil felt embarrassed about being so infatuated with Y/N, so he kept his poems hidden for the time being.

✎ Somehow, the boys had failed to notice Neil and Y/N’s constant disappearance.

✎ Although, they’d make little remarks from time to time that ran along the lines of “Ooh, Neil found a muse!” and “Y/N definitely likes somebody here. It’s probably me.”

✎ The last comment came from Charlie, which later earned him a smack on the head from Neil.

✎ So, Neil and Y/N did their best to keep their relationship hidden throughout the summer.

✎ The two were rather domestic in their relationship; they did all of the typical-couple activities that everyone else had done.

✎ To anyone else it would have been rather common to witness, but to them it was simply extraordinary being with one another.

It had been a scenic day at the river that morning. The beauty of the nature surrounding it had been ordinarily pleasing to Y/N; but all of its best qualities were magnified for Neil as his hand was in hers and the only thing he could smell was her fragrance. He had been quite nervous for the entire morning as he promised himself the night before that he would finally gather the courage to say those three magic words he’d been imagining to say for quite some time. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been thinking the same and had been visualizing how she would say it at that moment for the past few hours since. Just when the cascading waters began to relax and the chirping of the birds started to quiet down, the pair stopped on their trail and those three words were finally professed by Neil in a sudden manner while Y/N had spoken the same in a clear and gentle tone. They looked into each other’s eyes, recognizing the same look of love and eventually realizing what was said. As it was acknowledged, the two lovers simply smiled at each other and kept walking along; their hearts now beating on the same rhythm and their minds thinking of nothing but one another.

✎ Time to time, they would go up to the attic and listen to the music from Mrs. Meeks’ old gramophone, caressing one another as they slowly dance along to the lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald’s songs.

✎ Neil would always sneak a flower out of Mrs. Meeks’ rose garden and leave it on Y/N’s bedside table for her to wake up to.

✎ One of Y/N’s ways of communicating her love would be recommending books to Neil that she thinks is encompassed with his personality. Since then, Neil’s library had enlarged to a great extent.

✎ There would also be some occasions where one of them-- mostly Neil-- would get a little cheeky and try to express their love for the other out in the open.

“Eat up, boys! You know there’s plenty more of where that came from, so don’t be afraid to dig in!” Mrs. Meeks endorsed, setting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. With a jubilant ‘thank you’, everyone at the table promptly began to tuck into the mouthwatering cuisine. The boys soon found themselves distracted with the heavenly taste of Mrs. Meeks’ cooking; and Neil took this opportunity to covertly sneak his right hand onto Y/N’s thigh under the table. A scarlet blush crept its way up to Y/N’s cheek as she sent Neil a glare. Though her eyes expressed the message of “Not here!”, every other signal in her body sent the message of ‘Yes, Please’ to a very triumphant Neil.

✎ The summer inevitably came to an end and the boys were forced to return to Welton, much to their dismay.

✎ They couldn’t stand ending their summer; and they especially couldn’t stand leaving their new friend behind while the rest of them stayed together.

“Oh God, How are we supposed to leave this beautiful girl all alone in this big house?!” Charlie pleaded, theatrically dropping down to his knees and shouting out loud to the heavens. “It’s all just too emotional for us,” Pitts added as he went along with his friend’s act, his head bowing down to the ground in grief as he placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Just take me with her, God! Let me be with Y/N at her all-girls school!”

✎ Despite all of the inconveniences they put upon Y/N, the poets really did leave a mark on her. These boys showed her a new way of life-- she knows what ‘Carpe Diem’ means, and she knows how to seize her days because of them.

✎ Of course, Neil had a harder time coming into terms with their departure more than anyone else.

✎ Leaving the Meeks’ residence meant that he was leaving Y/N, which was something that he hadn’t prepared himself for.

“I’m not ready to leave you,” Neil confessed. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. After the individual hugs and goodbyes Y/N had given to the rest of the poets, the ill-fated time had come when she had to bid her own farewell to her lover. Neil believed that though their time was short and fleeting, it truly had been something special and something that he’ll never forget. Y/N was his first love, his first muse, his first everything; and no amount of riches could ever sum up to the prominence of that. Y/N placed her hand on Neil’s face, stroking away his tears with her thumb as she felt her eyes begin to swell up as well. “I’ll write to you every day, Neil.” Naturally, Y/N was on the brink of tears as well. She couldn’t bear to leave Neil after everything he’s shown her. It feels like she’s known him forever, yet everything felt so new and exciting with him. She loved him too much, and she knows she’ll continue to love him long after.

✎ Neil was afraid that she would forget about what they had soon after she had left, so he decided to give her all of the poems he had written about her.

✎ As her hands clasped the thick set of parchment, the tears she had been trying so hard to conceal had all poured out, staining the paper and her hands.

“Neil… these are beautiful,” She croaked. Her eyes skimmed over every title and date, realizing that there had been a poem for each and every splendid day that they had been together. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. That’s why I wrote these,” Neil corrected. “Everything I love about you is in these poems, and all of the love I have for you is written in each letter. I just don’t want you to forget about me while we’re apart.” The absurdity of Neil’s words made Y/N chuckle softly before she stepped forward and linked her hands around Neil’s neck, reducing the space between their lips. “I love you, Neil. You’re always going to be in my mind and you’ll always have my heart in the little pocket of your Welton blazer.”

✎ Y/N felt truly fortunate to have met Neil. This summer had come as quite a surprise for her-- she did not expect to fall in love so soon and with such an extraordinary person like Neil Perry. He was everything she’d ever looked for and he gave everything she deserved.

✎ Even though the bright days of the summer had ended and the early falling leaves of the autumn was yet to arrive, the change was of no concern as the only thing that mattered was what had been consistent-- and for Y/N and Neil, the thing that stood still for the two of them despite all odds was each other.

dedicated to these lovely people!! @mybabysweetascanbe @disagreeingpoets @catflowerbean @galaxyrhytm @nananostalgic @ughgclden @towriteabetterlife @neilsemeraldsweater @yourpal @willowestelle

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