#sorry of any of the name tags are incorrect

[sam7sparks7]

KinnPorsche drinking game step by step

Step 1) Take a shot everytime Kinn and Porsche promise to communicate with and trust each other and end up doing everything but that

Step 2) Survive alcohol poisoning

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #porsche pachara kittisawasd #kinn anakinn theerapanyakul #kinn and porsche #sorry of any of the name tags are incorrect #been a long time since I watched the series #was thinking of a re-watch and started giggling thinking of this

[mino-diabolik]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aimic / Aimer Kurosawa ( @kurosawa-family )

Temptation 「 Finished 」

The Aftermath 「 Finished 」

“DARE” (Otherwise known as “The unexpected proposal”) 「 Finished 」

Meeting the In-laws: The Announcement 「 Finished 」

The Meeting 「 Finished 」

A Wedding! 「 Finished 」

“And how can you explain this?” 「 Finished 」

↳ Continuation

Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes! 「 Finished 」

“Why don’t you stay?” (morning after starters) 「 Finished 」

[ TRAINING ] (PINNED AGAINST A WALL PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

↳ Continuation

[ DROP ] (prompts that make you go 👀) 「 Finished 」

“Collared!”

“King Mystic, lord Aimer Kurosawa is here to see you.” (Royalty RP Memes)

[ BANDAGE ] (“in an hour of need” prompts)

[ TEXT ] (sexual tension prompts)

Spontaneous pick up (SOME PROMPTS FOR PICKING UP/CARRYING MUSES BC WHY NOT)

[ ARRANGED ] (proposal prompts)

Dressing Up

Uninvited Guest (Villain!AU)

[Injuries] (Soulmate & Significant Connections AUs)

[TEACH] (Cooking and baking starters)

[ BARE ] (prompts that make you go 👀)

“ well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. ” (STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS)

(NSFW) Bound (BDSM & DOM/SUB SMUT PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

Kurosawa Family ( @kurosawa-family )

Not Afraid 「 Finished 」

Let’s try this again 「 Finished 」

First Impressions 「 Finished 」

Climbing through the window 「 Finished 」

[ VENGEANCE ] (even more injury meme) 「 Finished 」

“Darling, who’s this?” 「 Finished 」

Tragedy

A Little Problem

Sparring (Random Symbol Meme)

Tattoo (Discover a tattoo your muse didn’t know mine had)

Babysitter for hire!

The Cursed Ones

The Blue Witch

BodySwap! (Aprils Fools Special)

Introducing Judas

Rustic / Ruki Mukami ( @ruki--mukami )

Canvas (Open interaction: Birthday Edition) 「 Finished 」

Birthday Gifts (Happy Birthday Mystic 2022) 「 Finished 」

“I’M TELLING MYS YOU’RE EATING MCDONALD’S” 「 Finished 」

“Can I kiss you?” 「 Finished 」

Not livestock, but a dog! 「 Finished 」

Child!Ruki Event 「 Finished 」

Truth or Dare 「 Finished 」

“You’re staring.” 「 Finished 」

Crashing In (First encounter)

Torment (Open interaction)

All Hallows’ Eve (Halloween Special 2022)

“We need to talk”

Feathered Bells (Rukina Wedding)

Habits

“Darling, who’s this?”

👕 (Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes!)

👀 (Check my muse out in uniform)

“Collared!”

Dress-Up Game!

❤️ (Touch Starved Meme)

Stay for Dinner

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

‘forehead touch’

(NSFW) [ degradation ] (NSFW STARTERS)

(NSFW) 😊 (Sleepy Sex Meme)

Virek Sutcliffe ( @cherry-rp )

🚬 [ TENSION. A SYMBOL MEME ]

Scarlett Wakahisa ( @kindan-no-kanojo )

“You’re staring.”

Canvas (Open interaction: Birthday Edition)

⚰️ (Hallomeme)

Irina Avenel ( @iricathel )

🎹 (Find my muse playing an instrument)

Yuriko Tsukino ( @yuriko-tsukino-rp )

Venice Adventure (Starter using a random line from a book or fanfiction I’m currently reading)

“You’re staring.”

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

👏 (Touch Starved Meme)

Kuron Mukami ( @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat )

Birthday gifts (Happy Birthday Mystic 2022) 「 Finished 」

“Collared!”

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

Cassandra ( @bluebird-dolly-bride )

Habits

Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes! (Reverse)

Catch my muse drinking blood!

😖 (Touch Starved Meme)

Kauze Bridgerton [Child] ( @kauzebridgerton )

“I’m your uncle!” 「 Finished 」

Nightmare 「 Finished 」

A Little Riddle 「 Finished 」

Vampire Boyfriend?! 「 Finished 」

Shape Shifting

Catch my muse drinking blood!

✋ (Touch Starved Meme)

Amnesia Event

“What’s it like to have parents?”

A Cold (Open interaction)

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

Kauze Bridgerton [Adult] ( @kauze-bridgerton )

Reunion 「 Finished 」

“ tell me you’re mine. ” (JEALOUS, FIERCELY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

Deteriorating Health

🛏 (Rest head on my muse’s lap)

[ TRAINING ] (PINNED AGAINST A WALL PROMPTS)

#[is at the best it can be 💀] #[pls tell me if any links or names are incorrect—] #[also I’m sorry for the sudden tags!] #diabolikloversoc #mystic tsukinami #aimer kurosawa #kurosawa family #shoma komori #ruki mukami #virek sutcliffe #scarlett wakahisa #kauze bridgeton #irina avenel #yuriko tsukino #kuron mukami #cassandra #kauze bridgerton #replay threads masterlist #interactions masterlist

[lostryu]

i need gay rights because literally not a single self-proclaimed cis/het 'ally' understands the alienating experience that comes with being the only gay person in the workplace.

i am a gnc butch lesbian. i use he/him pronouns. when i came out to my manager regarding my pronouns (i had been an open lesbian since the moment of my hire), she told me that she supported me, but she could not enforce or ask our clients to use the correct pronouns for me. she told me it was something i would have to learn to deal with. she never uses the correct pronouns for me unless a person from a different department (who also happens to be LGBT+) is present. she is our HR in addition to manager.

none of my coworkers in my department ever remember to use my pronouns. if i remind them, they go over the top with the "im sorry's" and the "im still learning" and "you know i try my hardest's!" and "i swear im not homophobic!", it has been over 6 months since i came out. if i say nothing, they continue to use she/her (unless that other lgbt+ person from the other department is present, then they miraculously get it right).

sometimes they call me 'girl'. they always flounder and correct to "man-boy-uh youknowwhatimeanright". they laugh it off. they never bother to ask what terms i am comfortable with, or if i even cared in the first place. they don't care about my gender, they never bother to ask. somehow the subject gets changed every time i try to tell them, or set a boundary.

once in a while in a slow shift, the conversation will hop to our dating lives. somehow, it always jumps to how men suck and how dating a woman must be so much easier. they wish they could be gay and not straight. every time, they'll stare at me expectantly, like i am an animal at the zoo. no matter what i say, positive or negative, i must be lying. i cannot be that happy in my relationship, or if i have any issues, they must be minor. if i say 'why don't you try dating a girl then' to their remarks, they'll laugh, say something like "there is no way i possibly could" with that special tone of disguised disgust.

i am a prop, at work. they tell me about how much they love their kids. how they could bring anyone home and they wouldn't care. "they could be black, brown, or purple," they'll say "it could be a woman or a man! I support gay rights!" Then they will talk about how hungry they are, and how they will be going to Chick Fil a for the 4th time this week. 'as a treat'. it is thursday. they talk about going to Hobby Lobby again for christmas decorations, or another sale. sometimes i think i can taste blood.

its june. they talk about the pride parade and how excited they are to see the queens and their 'funny costumes'. they talk about how fun it is to go and watch, how they like the free things the corporations hand out. they don't want to bring their younger kids though. they're not old enough. they do not know that the first pride was a riot. they do not know what happened during the AIDS crisis, how many died. they don't really care when i try to tell them, they'd rather focus on the fun parts of the parade. the spectacle.

i wear a pronoun pin, to make it easier. still somehow no one can get my pronouns right. a client notices it. commends me for "being brave" and "coming out." she never uses my correct pronouns. i stopped wearing the pin after the 11th person asked me if my name on my name tag was my real one, and after the 45th person went out of their way to use incorrect pronouns every sentence. my manager, the HR, did not care.

i need gay rights, but somehow everything got resolved when they allowed us to marry in 2015. to our allies, the work is done. somehow i am left more alone than when we started.

#lost.txt #lesbian loneliness #like idk how to describe it but it sure is loneliness and alienation #somewhat of a vent post #like yes we have made it so far #but our 'allies' have grown very complacent #in their own support and ideology #reminder that being gay is still considered spectacle

[tsunael]

If there's anyone out there that cares about flower language and symbolism like I do, I made an informal write-up some time ago about the in-game flowers (that you can put in your house) and the different symbolism that they can mean.

I included the symbolism for the in-game colors as well when they were available.

Also as a disclaimer these could be incorrect, have contrasting meanings, or have different meanings in different real-world cultures. White chrysanthemums (kiku) are usually a funeral flower in Japan for instance. (My Japanese professor once said they were a faux pas for her to receive in a bouquet!) So your mileage may vary!

This was simply a fun personal project I made for myself that I thought other people might enjoy as well! So here's a question to answer in the tags:

What flowers would your WoL have in their residence?

Arums (calla lily) 🔷magnificent beauty, feminine modesty

Brightlilies (easter lily) 🔷purity, refined beauty 🔷White: virginity, purity, majesty 🔷Pink: wealth and prosperity 🔷Red: warmth, desire 🔷Yellow: gaiety, falsehood, "I’m walking on air" 🔷Orange: hatred

Campanulas (bellflower) 🔷humility, constancy

Chrysanthemum   🔷cheerfulness, "You’re a wonderful friend" 🔷Red: I love you 🔷White: truth 🔷Yellow: slighted love

Cosmos 🔷harmony, peace, modesty, "the joys that love and life can bring", beautiful

Dahlias 🔷dignity, elegance

Daisies 🔷innocence, beauty

Lilies of the Valley 🔷return of happiness, sweetness, humility, purity

Oldrose 🔷Red: I love you, love, beauty, passion, romance 🔷Blue: mystery, attaining the impossible, love at first sight 🔷White: innocence and purity, "I am worthy of you", reverence 🔷Yellow: decrease of love, jealousy, friendship

Shroud Cherries (cherry blossom) 🔷spiritual beauty, a good education

Tulips 🔷perfect lover, fame 🔷Red: declaration of love, true love, eternal love, romantic love, "believe me" 🔷Yellow: hopeless love, unrequited love, brightness, sunshine 🔷White: ask for forgiveness, purity 🔷Purple: royalty

Hyacinths 🔷sports, games, rashness 🔷Purple: I am sorry, sorrow, "please forgive me" 🔷Red: play 🔷White: loveliness, "I’ll pray for you" 🔷Blue: constancy, sincerity 🔷Yellow: jealousy

Hydrangeas 🔷heartlessness, boastfulness, "You are cold"

Morning Glories 🔷love in vain, affection

Violas (violets) 🔷modesty, faithfulness 🔷Purple: daydreaming, "You occupy my thoughts" 🔷Blue: watchfulness, love 🔷White: candor, innocence 🔷Yellow: rural happiness

Byregotia (begonia?) 🔷Beware

Carnation 🔷fascination, love, distinction 🔷Red: "My heart aches for you", deep love, admiration 🔷White: sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love 🔷Yellow: "You have disappointed me", rejection, disdain 🔷Purple: capriciousness, changeable

Moth Orchid 🔷love, beauty, refinement, beautiful lady

Sweet Pea 🔷departure, good-bye, delicate pleasure, tender memory, blissful pleasure

Triteleia 🔷 They're a North American wildflower also called 'triplet lilies' or 'Ithuriel's spear' which is a reference to John Milton's epic English poem, Paradise Lost. It's about an angel sent by Gabriel to find Satan in the Garden of Eden. Satan, in the form of a toad, is introducing evil suggestions into the ear of Eve when Ithuriel pokes him with a spear. Satan then returns to his true form, "for no falsehood can endure Touch of Celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness." It is to an unknown but imaginative scholar of English letters that we owe the common name of this plant.

Long story short, I can't find any symbolism for this one. Would make a possibly good Halone/Ishgard reference if you wanted to read into it, though!

#queue time #mine #ffxiv #tsuna has white brightlillies white daisies and red carnations in her house 🥺 #with some white chrysanthemum and shroud cherries growing #and a yellow oldrose bouquet... #I should update them tbh

[sgiandubh]

Autopsy of a gay lie: the Wikipedia trail

“You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.”

― Abraham Lincoln

For starters, sorry for the length and numerous screencaps. It is an investigation, after all and these are sorely needed.

Never underestimate the conjugated power of Internet, a Sunday afternoon and the lightbulb moment that can happen while baking something, because you know, people have also to reward themselves at some point.

I might have fucked up my foolproof Lemon Squares recipe, but I regret nothing. It took me three hours I could have gratefully used to finish that spirits post, but this is too damn good not to share.

Remember Meow Kabob's cross my heart and hope to die pinky swear she found confirmation of Data Lounge's allegations on Wikipedia, out of all places? How she regularly unburies that infamous screenshot listing S under the Wiki "Gay Actors" category? How she told us, filthy and uneducated shipper mob, over and over again, that story about STARZ people scouring the Internet far and wide and scrubbing any gay reference related to S, as soon or shortly after he was cast as JAMMF?

I can confidently prove now Lincoln's perennial truths I quoted above apply to this situation.

I was just pouring my lemon juice, eggs, flour and sugar mix over the hot and nutty shortbread when I stopped in my tracks: 'wait a second, isn't Wikipedia an open source project? BUT OF COURSE IT IS, SILLY COW - yes, I very often talk to myself like that. RUN. NOW. I HAVE TO KNOW.'

Sure enough, like death and taxes, the full edit list of S's Wikipedia page was there for everyone to see:

Even better, since Internet is forever, we have full access to all these edits and can take screenshots.

This is how Sam's Wikipedia odissey started, on November 11th 2007, when he was the complete underdog:

A ' strapping lad with natural dark blonde hair and 6'2'' tall', ideal for the role of Alexander the Great - pious silence and RIP. I grinned, because it sounds well, naïve? It also sounds gay, perhaps? What else does it prove, other than the gay crowd has an acute interest for novelty and a wandering eye?

Nothing. Not even remotely related to S.

Also, note the two classification categories: British TV actor stubs/ British actor stubs. Mark them, they stayed still and alone for a looooong time.

Up until 2009, in fact, when the wikientry was no longer considered a stub and even got several category additions:

Then again, some movin' on up, on that semi-dormant page, in 2013. Totes normal:

By early 2014, even more interest in S commands an expanded webpage and a longer, more detailed, category listing:

Let's quickly peruse 2015...

2016...

The incorrect Irish descent category stayed there for about ten days, until removed by another user. This is how it is done and it is then added to the list:

2017, 2018, 2019, early 2020, no change in the categories, but all hell broke lose content-wise. From Cirdan, the 'estranged brother' acting in a very gay connotated theatre production I have never heard about, in London, September 2016...

...... to a woman named Tiffany Trach who used to dream the impossible dream, in October 2016 (and she was not the only one, far from it)...

...to some halfwit being rightfully slapped for adding brainless Flukenzie Floozy content in March 2017:

By that time, I was getting supremely bored clicking on links and wanted to pack the tent and throw my lemon squares in the trash bin. But, lo and behold, what do I see on January 26th 2020:

With the tag possible vandalism:

Whodunnit?

A very brave person, hiding under a string of random numbers...

... and one single contribution EVER to the Wikipedia juggernaut. This is what I would call a targeted attack:

It stayed like that, unmolested, for five days only, until the user Spiderpig662 decided enough is enough and did something about it...

....categories being then restored to the previous wording:

The last vicious gay reference on Wikipedia dates back to May 28th 2020 (Ha-wa-wee, anyone?), was labeled as 'hate speech' & promptly removed:

Where wuffter is, in British Cockney slang:

Same modus operandi, this time an IP address, pinging in (you simply can't make this shit up, can you?)...

County Durham, FYI.

I then asked myself when exactly did Meow Kabob appear on Tumblr?

Even more exactly, on...

That is, to say the least, a troubling coincidence.

I do not imply anything, I have no wish to attack anyone. All I am saying, is that particular argument, which this user is shouting anytime she is prompted to, had a very short online lifespan. How could an American woman, who appeared in this fandom shortly afterwards, have known about changes operated for five days only, by an unknown user, on the open source webpage of a B-listed British actor?

I have only one question, Your Honor:

WHY?

I rest my case.

[Edit]: To make it maybe more clear, I now know where the person adding that category lives, thanks to Wikipedia's own tracking system:

No surprises here:

Augusta. Georgia. USA.

Now, yes. Now I rest my case.

#fandom

[magicshopaholic]

Caterpillar (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: Hoseok starts coming to terms with his feelings.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: Some angst, some humour, some fluff

Word count: 5.6 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of parental death, mentions of unhealthy eating habits

A/N: Highly recommended to read Double Take for context, but can be read without as well. Begins about a month after Helping Hands.

Also - I've taken a leap of faith and started the 👾 Discord channel 👾 Here's to a social experiment that can turn out any way you want 🍻

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive  @faearchives @margopinkerton  @dreaming-with-happiness  @confessionsofamarshlily  @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld @xjoonchildx @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: "100 words" by prateek kuhad

hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

Hoseok taps his foot and checks his watch. It’s almost five past seven, meaning it’s almost five minutes late. Turning slightly, he peers into the small doorway of the building, trying to see anything that would indicate how much longer this would take. Then, mercifully, the stained glass door is pushed open and people start filing out one by one.

Sighing in relief, he waits to spot Chaeyoung but as more and more people leave, some walking down the street and some getting into parked cars, his frown deepens when she isn’t one of them. He checks his messages, wondering if his information is incorrect, for nearly the entire yoga class has exited now. He contemplates calling her again but before he can decide, he finally sees her step out, a tote bag hitched on one shoulder and her long hair in a ponytail.

“Chae!” He calls, cringing when a couple of people turn to look. Ducking his head and pulling his cap lower down, he jogs over to where she’s continuing down the pavement, apparently not having heard him. “Chaeyoung,” he repeats at a normal volume, frowning when she still doesn’t turn. “Hey, I’m calling your name,” he tries to say, reaching out and grabbing her arm, when a blinding pain shoots up his face.

“Oh, my God!”

“Oh, my God!” he cries, holding his hands up to his face where his nose feels like it’s been crushed.

“Hoseok?”

He nods and doubles over, his eyes watering slightly, when he feels a pair of small hands steering him by the shoulders and back onto what feels like a bench.

“Oh, God, what are you -” She sounds winded - and terribly confused. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Oh, my God,” he mutters, his voice muffled. He drops his hands to his sides, his eyes squeezed shut. “What did you do? I can’t - I can’t feel -” He groans dramatically. “Is my face broken? Is it my nose? Is there blood?”

“Your face…” Soft fingers gingerly touch the bridge of his nose and Hoseok flinches. “It seems okay.”

“Really? There’s no blood?”

“There’s no blood,” she confirms. “I think you’re okay. Jesus… oppa, what are you doing here? And why would you grab me like that?”

Hoseok opens his eyes tentatively, the initial pain and shock already subsiding, to see Chaeyoung take a seat beside him. “I didn’t grab you. I was just trying to get your attention without being seen,” he explains, lightly touching his nose. “Why did you punch me?”

“Because I thought you were trying to grab me!” she exclaims. “Besides, we just learned it in class so I was already kind of in the zone.”

“You -” He frowns incredulously. “What the hell kind of yoga class was this?”

“I didn’t do yoga. I took a self-defense class,” she explains. “Yoga… wasn’t what I needed today.” She bites her lip apologetically. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“No,” he sighs, sitting up straighter and trying to move his face, relieved when it doesn’t hurt too much. “I’m glad you know what to do when someone grabs you, I guess.”

Chaeyoung gives him a small smile before frowning. “Um… so, what are you… I mean…” She shakes her head. “Why didn’t you call?”

Hoseok glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She looks flushed, although whether it’s from her class or accidentally having punched him, he can’t tell. “I did, about two hours ago. You didn’t answer.”

She nods slowly. “Right. My phone’s been on silent for most of the day.” When he doesn’t respond, she continues. “How did you even know I was here?”

“Jimin.”

“So, Sooah.”

“They’re kind of a package deal now.”

“Right.” She gives him the same small smile, almost amused, before it fades. “So… what’s going on?”

“Well…” Hoseok takes off his cap and runs a hand through his hair, suddenly awkward. “I was in the neighbourhood and I wanted to see if… you maybe wanted to get a coffee… or a frozen yoghurt or… something. It’s pretty warm out.”

She looks at him a little skeptically and Hoseok wonders if she’s mentally calculating how far both his house and the Big Hit building are from here. For a moment, he’s afraid she’s going to decline but then she nods slowly. “Sure. I could get some frozen yoghurt. In fact, I think I owe you one now,” she adds, and they both chuckle.

Hoseok hesitates, hoping he hasn’t pressured her into this, but when she stands up and holds out a hand for him to take, he sighs inwardly in relief. He takes her hand and stands up as well, feeling his nose throb dully again.

“Oppa,” she says as they begin walking and their hands separate, “why are you limping?”

“Limping?” He straightens up self-consciously. “I’m not limping…”

“Yeah, you were, just now…”

“No, I wasn’t…”

“You know, the nerves in your face don’t affect your ability to walk…”

“Oh, I must have missed the email where you became a doctor…”

—

An hour later, they walk down the street leading up to Chaeyoung’s apartment building, a small tub of frozen yoghurt in each of their hands.

“You know,” says Hoseok, taking a spoonful of his banana yoghurt, “I owe you a bit of an apology.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm. Growing up, I didn’t take you very seriously,” he begins, rolling his eyes when she nods in agreement. “I don’t know what it was but I just didn’t… I don’t know, I always thought you were just a kid. Like, what did you know? You know?”

“Sure.”

“But,” he continues, “I feel like I misjudged you. Because you told me, back when we all went to Jeju for my parents’ anniversary weekend, that apricots were a good topping on a dessert and I didn’t believe you, but now…” He simply sighs and spoons out a shredded apricot from his yoghurt. “I can’t believe how well these flavours go. I mean, you were really onto something.”

Chaeyoung suppresses a smile and nods. “I really was. You should’ve listened to me.”

“I know,” he agrees. “I can’t believe I wasted fourteen years not knowing how good of a topping apricots are.”

“You know what’s ironic?” she asks, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “After that day, I stopped eating apricots. It was like they sucked all of a sudden. And then when I was, like… seventeen or something, I made this dessert that we used to eat when we were kids that had apricots in it, and I realised what an idiot I’d been.”

“If you listened to thirteen-year-old me’s advice, then, yeah, you were.” He finishes the last of his yoghurt and holds his hand out for her empty cup as well, depositing them both in a passing garbage bin. “But tell me more about this dessert with apricots in it.”

But she shrugs and waves a hand dismissively. “My dad lost the recipe years ago. It was kind of like a mix of a pie and a pudding… the only thing I got right in it were the apricots.” She falls silent.

Hoseok nods but doesn’t prod. He glances at her furtively again, letting her walk a couple of steps ahead of him, observing her general demeanour. Neither Sooah nor Jimin had mentioned anything about a self-defense class; in fact, to Hoseok’s knowledge, she had left behind all high intensity sports and workouts in middle school, joining the dance club in college and taking up yoga after that. He thinks of her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing when she’d exited the class, along with her phone being on silent all day.

It’s always a hard day for her.

“By the way,” says Chaeyoung, turning around and waiting for Hoseok to catch up. “Thanks for this.”

“For what?”

“This. The yoghurt, the walk.” She pauses. “The company.”

Hoseok nods nonchalantly. “Of course. No need to thank me. I had fun. And made a life-changing discovery about apricots,” he adds.

She cracks half a smile before giving him a look. “Hoseok.”

“What?”

“I know you know.”

“Know what?”

She sighs hugely, but doesn’t sound annoyed. “You showed up out of nowhere. Took me out for fro-yo, even after I sort of avoided you all day. So, I know you know. I’m guessing my brother told you?” she asks, looking up at him.

“Told me what?” he asks weakly, but he can tell the game is up. “Alright, fine. Yeah, he - he may have mentioned something,” he admits, looking at his shoes.

“And?” Chaeyoung raises her eyebrows. “What did he say?”

Hoseok bites his lip uneasily; her expression is too neutral for him to predict what her reaction will be to his conversation with Chanyeol this morning.

Are you talking to my sister these days?

What? I mean - yeah, I guess. Like, a normal amount? Why - why would you ask if -

Have you talked to her today?

Uh, no. Actually, I texted her this morning but I never heard back.

Yeah, I thought so. She kind of keeps to herself every year around my mom’s birthday. It’s always a hard day for her.

Oh. I’m sorry, man. Are you okay?

Yeah, I’m fine. And so is she, most likely. But if you do happen to talk to her or run into her… I don’t know, just check in on her. If you can. 

“He, uh…” He sighs softly. “He said it’s your mom’s birthday. And that I should check in, if I could.”

Chaeyoung nods. “Well, you didn’t need to do that. But, thank you, anyway.”

There’s something odd about the way she says it, and it takes a moment for Hoseok’s wording to click in his mind. “Wait, that’s not why I’m here.”

She raises her eyebrows. “It’s not? You just… wanted to hang out with me?”

He pauses for a fraction of a second. “Yeah, I did,” he answers honestly. “I’ve been away for almost a month. I was hoping we could hang out in person instead of just on text, like we’ve been doing.”

Chaeyoung stops near her building. The corner of her mouth looks like she’s suppressing a smile, but the moment passes and Hoseok isn’t sure if he imagined it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know if you’d want to talk about it.”

She nods slowly and taps the toe of her shoe into the road, her fingers wrapped around the strap of her gym bag. “I don’t really talk about it.”

“That’s fine,” he says. “You don’t have to. But you can… if you want. Whenever you want,” he adds.

“I don’t talk about it… because I don’t have anything to talk about. I don’t remember her at all,” she says after a moment, and her voice wobbles ever so slightly. “Not even her face. Not her voice. Just a stupid dessert with apricots,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “But I still miss her,” she admits, sniffling.

A pang goes through Hoseok’s heart all the way down to his stomach and he presses his toes into the ground to keep from stepping towards her. “You can talk to Chan,” he suggests gently. “He actually does remember her. I know he wouldn’t mind talking to you about her.”

Chaeyoung bites her lip and sniffs, her face contorting. “My dad doesn’t even remember,” she whispers before her voice breaks, and Hoseok wraps his arms around her in a hug.

Hoseok is a crier; it’s no surprise to anyone who knows him well enough, his tendency to cry at anything remotely emotional. This is different, though, he feels, as he tries to silently blink away his tears at the sound of Chaeyoung’s soft, muffled cries against his shoulder. She isn’t sobbing; in fact, he can barely hear her. But he can feel it, her shoulders shaking, her hair brushing against his collarbone, and her arms coming around his waist.

He wishes he could fix it for her, knowing at the same time that he can’t. It’s beyond him, predates him, and the only thing he feels he has any control over right now is rubbing holding Chaeyoung, rubbing her shoulders and letting her cry for as long as she needs.

As it turns out, it doesn’t last much longer. Chaeyoung sniffles one last time and drops her arms from around his waist, gently pulling away.

“M’kay,” she mumbles, wiping her face on her sleeve and stepping back. “I think I ruined your hoodie, though,” she adds, giving him a watery smile.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushes his thumb across her cheek, feeling wetness on it, no longer nervous about touching her. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. It’s okay. I look really pretty when I cry. Especially right after.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.” She nods seriously. “My face gets all flushed and red. Sometimes when I cry and catch my reflection in the mirror, I really think I could be in a music video or something. After whatever crisis I’m going through ends, of course.”

“In a music video? Just crying really prettily?”

“Yeah. So, you know, if you ever need anyone…” She shrugs exaggeratedly.

Hoseok chuckles, his heart feeling so big and so warm. “I’ll keep that in mind. And you’re pretty even when you don’t cry,” he adds, touching her chin.

She sniffs but smiles, a little knowingly, her eyes still a little red. “Thanks, oppa.” She nudges his hand away in mock-annoyance and their hands fall to their sides, fingers loosely interlinked. In the dark street with only street lamps lighting it, her cheeks darken slightly.

“I should go,” he says. 

“Yeah. Me, too.”

He nods. “Say hi to Chan for me.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, looking a little sheepish. “Will do.” After a moment, she licks her lips and Hoseok decides she’s right: she looks radiant. “You can let go of my hand now, oppa,” she adds softly.

Despite the heat that creeps up his neck, he doesn’t feel embarrassed. Slowly dropping her fingers, he nods and steps back. “Goodnight, Chae.”

“Night. Thanks, again.”

“You got it.” He reaches forward and kisses her on the cheek. “Call me if you need anything,” he says, smiling and placing his hands into his pockets.

Chaeyoung nods. “Bye.” She hesitates for a moment but then turns to leave, turning her head every now and then on the way into her apartment building. Hoseok waits until she’s inside, waving at her just as she disappears for the night.

—

Hoseok [12:59] It was Godzilla. I just remembered.

Chaeyoung [13:01] What was Godzilla? Oh wait, yes! How did you remember?

Hoseok [13:03] My first sleepover at your house. I went through my Facebook. Actually, Chan’s Facebook.

Chaeyoung [13:04] You must have gone REALLY far back for that.

Hoseok [13:05] I did. You don’t want to know the horrors I’ve seen. I don’t know why your brother hasn’t deleted any of these old pictures like a normal person.

Chaeyoung [13:06] He’s kind of sentimental that way. Find anything interesting?

Hoseok [13:06] Nothing I’m showing YOU. 

Chaeyoung [13:06] Aww, come on!

Hoseok [13:07] There are enough incriminating pictures of me mid-puberty on the internet.

Chaeyoung [13:07] But those are public! This one will be our little secret, I promise. I’ll only tease you about it privately.

Hoseok [13:08] That doesn’t give me a lot of comfort. And besides, who said this picture is of me?

Chaeyoung [13:09] You did?

Hoseok [13:09] Ha. You can’t even begin to imagine what this picture is of.

Chaeyoung [13:10] … I’m wearing braces in it, aren’t I?

Hoseok [13:10] Actually, yeah. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

Chaeyoung [13:11] Ugh. At least tell me, even if you aren;t going to show it to me.

Hoseok [13:12] I should sleep actually. It’s after 3 in the morning.

Chaeyoung [13:12] Don’t you dare. Oppa!

Hoseok [13:13] Goodnight, kiddo. 

Chaeyoung [13:13] I hate youuuu.

Hoseok [13:14] Lies. Talk to you tomorrow.

Chaeyoung [13:14] You wish.

Chaeyoung [13:17] Goodnight, Hobi. 

—

Something changes after their night of impromptu fro-yo. Talking becomes more frequent, texting becomes like breathing, and goodnights become fonder and more meaningful every day. Chaeyoung finds herself expecting a message from him every time she picks up her phone; when he’s asleep or working or flying, she ends up scrolling through their conversations, feeling involuntary smiles creep onto her face.

She misses Hoseok, she realises eventually, her stomach often churning with the uncertainty and borderline exasperation at herself for feeling ancient, repressed emotions that she thought she’d done away with years ago. Unlike the last time, however, the acts of missing him and thinking about him are coupled with flutters in her stomach, her heart skipping beats and small smiles in the dark - all cemented with the knowledge that this time, he’s missing her, too.

But it won’t do well to be delusional. She’s been down that path before and despite Hoseok’s clearly reciprocated signals, she attempts to keep her speculations at bay. He’s on tour; there’s no telling what it will be like once it’s over and he’s back home. 

Except, she can tell, somewhat. Four hours of a Harry Potter marathon where they laughed at the most unfunny jokes, walking around Seoul on a day they both knew was difficult for her, the endless threads of conversation that filled the void when they were apart - these things mattered. They had to.

Chaeyoung lightly bites the edge of her S-pen as her tablet screen goes dark, a new gift from her father and stepmother. She needs to clean her room soon, she notes, when her eyes fall on the plant sitting at the top of her desk. Hoseok had brought it to her almost hesitantly - after walking in on her half-naked, of course. The memory makes her cheeks go hot and she taps her phone to see the last message he’d sent her, about half an hour ago. 

Are you home?

A blasé yes was all she’d sent, but the wait was starting to render her incapable of concentrating on anything else. He hasn’t responded to her message but it’s no matter; chances are he’s on his way over.

Hardly a minute later, the doorbell rings. Chaeyoung’s heart leaps as she scrambles off the bed, grabbing a pair of track pants from the edge of her bed before pausing. Turning to the full length mirror, she zeroes in on the barely visible strip of shorts visible from under her oversized T-shirt, followed by bare thighs and legs from there on. 

A moment later, she chucks the track pants back onto the bed and skips out of her room, opening the front door.

“Hey,” she says, sounding nonchalant as ever. “What are you doing here?”

Hoseok frowns. “What do you mean? I texted you.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry.”

He narrows his eyes at her, clearly not buying her reaction. Chaeyoung purses her lips together to hide her growing smile when he shakes his head and produces a shopping bag from behind his back about the size of a small laptop.

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” he says, tilting his head and giving her the bag.

Chaeyoung raises her eyebrows. “Wow. Thanks,” she says, frowning, “but is this really why you’re here?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because my birthday was three days ago.”

Hoseok exhales. “Well, three days ago I was in Australia,” he reminds her, “and coming here is the first - no, second thing I’ve done since I landed in Seoul.”

“What was the first?”

“Getting your gift.”

Chaeyoung struggles to suppress her smile and eventually gives up. “Alright, you may enter,” she allows, stepping aside and grinning when he gently flicks her forehead. “What did you get me?”

“I mean, you can open it. But after I leave,” he adds quickly, grabbing her hand as she starts opening the bag.

“What? Why?”

“Just. If you don’t like it, I prefer to not be here when you find out.”

She scoffs as they go into her room. “Shut up, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Okay, but only the first box.”

“There’s a first box?” Chaeyoung places the bag on her bed and retrieves the item on top, a red box with a lot of fancy design. “Ooh, cupcakes!”

“And not a single one is chocolate,” he says proudly as she opens the box to see three large cupcakes with animated animals painted on them. “This place is great, by the way. Less than twenty-four hours notice but they custom-made it all in time.”

“For J-Hope, I’m sure they did,” she teases, checking a little pink paper inside listing all the ingredients in a loopy font. “Wow, low sugar, gluten-free -“

“And the frosting is yoghurt, not buttercream.”

“… and they all have apricots,” she finishes, biting her lip.

“That’s a coincidence.” But he gives her a bashful smile anyway, which widens when she reaches up and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Do you want to share?” she asks, taking out the first one with the Kung Fu Panda on it in icing. 

“Share? No, they’re for you,” he argues, sitting at the small bay window and waving his hand encouragingly. “Go on.”

“I -“ She hesitates, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “I’ll end up exceeding my calories for the day.”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows. “You’re counting calories? You?” he prods, poking her side playfully. But there’s a note of sternness in his voice.

“Not strictly,” she amends quickly. “Just… they like a certain… aesthetic, at Conde Nast.”

“Aesthetic?”

“Yeah. And they remind you of it if they so much as spot you eating a sandwich at lunch,” she informs him. “Apparently the carbs are not on brand.”

“Who said that to you?” he asks sharply.

“Not to me, to my desk mate. But, come on, you know how it is,” she argues, feeling a little defensive. “You work in entertainment and they don’t let you eat either.”

“Yeah, doesn’t mean I agree with it.”

Chaeyoung sighs at the impasse and falls silent, staring at the cupcakes. They really do look cute; without warning, her stomach rumbles.

“Hey.” He nudges her leg with his foot. “Come on. I’ll share.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re on tour,” she reminds him. “Aren’t you on a fifty calorie a day kind of diet?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “I don’t care. It’s your birthday. Kind of.” He gives her a small smile and a wink. “I can indulge. If you will.”

“Are you bribing me?”

“I’m making you a deal. Plus, I really can’t resist apricots now,” he says in a matter-of-fact way. “Come on, caterpillar, it’s melting.”

She grins and nods. “Alright, fine,” she agrees, secretly thrilled, sitting at the other end of the bay window. It’s a small space, just short of being cramped; in the quiet of the night, it’s almost cosy.

They share the cupcake as they talk about nothing and everything in particular. Hoseok’s tiredness and jet lag is apparent; his eyelids look heavy and there are hints of bags under his eyes. Despite that, he’s as chirpy as ever, telling her all about his tour and asking her about everything she’s done during the last month.

“By the way,” she says after a while, once the cupcake is demolished in a surprisingly short amount of time, “did you just call me caterpillar?”

“Did I?” He frowns for a moment before his forehead clears. “Huh. I guess I did.”

“Yeah. You called me that the other night, too, when you were wasted.”

“Wow, really?” He looks deep in thought. “Why? I don’t remember ever calling you that before.”

“Really?” Chaeyoung asks skeptically. “You don’t remember calling me that every single time you ever saw me for all of third grade? You don’t remember,” she continues as he gasps, evidently just recalling, “saying that I reminded you of a caterpillar appearing out of nowhere?”

“Holy shit,” he chuckles. “I actually did forget that. It kind of did feel like that, if I’m being honest.”

“That’s just great,” she mutters, rolling her eyes and turning away, even when he squeezes her knee. “So glad I brought it up.”

“Hey, no. Come on. I swear I wasn’t thinking about that when I called you caterpillar just now,” he promises. “It just felt like a habit. Honest.”

“Mhm,” she hums, saying no more but turning back to face him. Truth be told, she doesn’t need him to defend himself. He may not remember, but she does. Mostly, she remembers his tone when he used to say it, with derision and irritation at once. It was nothing like it is now, full of affection and humour and fondness.

“I was a jerk. Back then.”

“Yeah, but you’re not anymore,” she admits, resting her head on the window by her side. He smiles in relief and something else, and Chaeyoung’s heart skips a beat. “But to make things even, I’m opening your gift.”

“Ooh, you got me,” he says sarcastically as she climbs off and reaches for the bag on her bed. “Just remember, most places were closing down by the time I went out,” he adds, a hint of nervousness in his voice anyway.

“No way, my standards are going to be super high for this gift now.” She reaches in and pulls out an envelope made of card stock, in a very familiar rose gold colour. “What is… oh, my God!”

“What? Ow!” he exclaims unnecessarily when she slaps his shoulder with the envelope.

“You got me a Sephora gift card?”

“Well, yeah… I didn’t want to buy you something and have you whine over it not being the exact variation you wanted,” he explains feebly, hugging her back when she bends and throws her arms around his neck. “You’re pretty fussy about your skincare and make-up.”

“I am,” she agrees happily, sitting back down in her previous spot and gazing at the gift card. “Wow. This is perfect. Really.”

“I’m glad,” he replies, the relief and amusement apparent on his face. “It’s valid for six months so you and Sooah can make a whole day of it, shopping and stuff.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that will happen,” she says, shaking her head. “Shopping isn’t really Sooah’s thing and ever since she and Jimin got back together, I’ve barely seen her.”

“Yeah, well, they’re making up for about five years of being apart,” he reasons. “It’s going to be a couple months of honeymooning before the drama starts again.”

“Looking forward to that. But I’m not waiting until then,” she says, holding up the gift card. “Even if it means I go solo.”

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. “I can go with you.”

She snorts. “To buy make-up and skincare?”

“Yes. I take very good care of my skin - I could be of some help.”

Something warm and fuzzy spreads through Chaeyoung’s chest. “I’m a very slow shopper.”

“Lucky for you, I have four days before I need to travel again. Including a weekend.”

She bites her lip, wishing her heart would calm down. “Alright. It’s your funeral.”

“I have a lot of opinions when it comes to shopping. It’s your funeral.”

Chaeyoung laughs. “I’ll take that risk,” she says, standing up and walking towards her desk. “Someday you’re going to make some girl super lucky, oppa,” she adds, placing the gift card to stand carefully on top of a neat stack of books, in the position of honour. She nods in satisfaction and turns around to see his smile slightly fading. “What?” she asks, watching him carefully for his reaction.

He takes a deep breath as though about to say something, but at the last second shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m glad you like the gift.”

“I love it,” she says honestly, sitting back down. “In fact, I love it so much that I don’t think I can ask you for the other thing I wanted.”

“Which is?”

She grins. “The super incriminating picture you found on Chanyeol’s Facebook? The one we were talking about last week.”

Hoseok laughs and groans. “That is never seeing the light of day.”

“That’s preteen Hoseok talking,” she insists. “Preteen Hoseok would hate it.”

“Oh, he would.”

She smiles and shrugs. “I was going to use my birthday to see it. But you played it really well.”

“Thank God.” He stifles a yawn and rubs his eyes.

“You look exhausted,” she murmurs. “Do you want to sleep here?”

“I… shouldn’t.” He gives her an apologetic sort of smile. “I need to unpack, and everything. You should get to bed, too,” he adds, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

“Okay.” Chaeyoung stands up as well and follows him out of her room, not really expecting him to take her up on her offer. “Thanks for coming, oppa. And for… everything,” she says, once he’s slipped on his shoes and is about to leave.

“You’re welcome.” He turns around and leans against the doorway, giving her a wide smile. “Did you have fun at your birthday dinner, though?”

She shrugs. “Could’ve been more fun. Promise me you’ll make it next time.”

“Uh-huh, absolutely,” he promises, nodding seriously. “Even if I have to take a private jet just for that.”

“Good.” She reaches up the same time that he steps forward and they hug, more comfortably than she once could’ve ever imagined. “Thank you. Really,” she mumbles into his shoulder.

“Of course, caterpillar,” he answers as they pull away, but stay in the same spot.

Chaeyoung feels the same slight skip in her chest at the new-old nickname. She doesn’t know if she’s imagining it, Hoseok’s hesitation in taking a step back, or his eyes flickering towards her mouth.

You’re Chan’s sister. You’re the one girl on earth I can’t mess with.

He’d said that months ago, also during a visit to her room. But she can’t imagine his feelings are the same as they were then. 

His cologne is faint, as though he’d last worn it a while ago, probably before flying out of Australia. The flight from another timezone, mid-tour, after which he’d come home, gone straight to the mall and come over to her place. 

His face is definitely closer now, the slight frown on his forehead surely indicating that there’s something he’s wrestling with. Chaeyoung’s toes curl on the bare floor; deciding to help him out, she tilts her head up and kisses her big brother’s best friend.

Challenge accepted. 

It’s only for a moment; Chaeyoung pulls away immediately but before she can move more than an inch away, Hoseok steps forward and kisses her again, his lips firmly on hers this time.

Chaeyoung’s eyes flutter shut as everything else disappears. It’s just Hoseok, soft lips, gentle movements, his hand in her hair and his lean, slender frame under her palms. He opens his mouth slowly against hers, as though he has all the time in the world, and she sighs silently.

Super lucky.

They break apart after what feels like minutes, or hours or several days. Hoseok doesn’t move his hand or step back, and Chaeyoung looks up uncertainly to see his eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

Chaeyoung tries for a moment, again, to suppress her smile but then gives up. It widens when Hoseok slowly meets her eyes, several emotions on his face that she knows they’ll have to deal with later, but regret nowhere visible.

“Goodnight, Hobi,” she murmurs.

He sighs. “Happy birthday, caterpillar,” he replies softly, tilting his head and pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

It takes him a moment to step away but he does, his face mildly flushed and his cheeks lifted, despite him not exactly smiling. He gives her a small, meaningful wave before turning around and leaving.

Chaeyoung watches him until he leaves her floor before letting herself smile as wide as her heart wants, exhaling hugely and stepping back into her house. Her phone pings as soon as she enters a room, and the screen glows with a notification from Hoseok.

Heart fluttering embarrassingly fast, she clicks on it.

Hoseok [00:24] [photo] Preteen Hoseok was an idiot. Twenty-six year old Hoseok actually kind of likes it.

The picture loads and Chaeyoung tries to swallow the lump in her throat. A screenshot of a Facebook post, old and grainy, like something taken on a digital camera, three kids sat on a sofa in her parents’ house. Chanyeol was on one side and Chaeyoung on the other, and in between them sat Hoseok, scrawny and skinny with a smile like the sun, one arm around each of the siblings.

She was smiling, too, in the picture, extremely widely despite the braces she always hated. There’s surprise and delight and a myriad of other feelings but the one that stands out to her is the one on Hoseok’s face, for once devoid of annoyance around her.

He didn’t hate her. Not always. Not as much as she thought. Lost in a sea of heartfelt nostalgia, her gaze drops to the caption.

Kang Chanyeol: My two favourite idiots in the world!

A seed of doubt settles into her heart. But a moment later she shakes her head, cropping out the caption and saving the picture to her phone. She crawls into bed and shafts Chanyeol to the recesses of her mind, choosing to keep one night to herself where she thinks about nothing but her first real kiss with Jung Hoseok.

—

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Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think. 

Warnings: Probably incorrect car talk, brief mention of blood and nightmares, I really can’t think of anything else, if I missed anything let me know. 18 + only for my blog, minors DNI

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Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Part Four

Tuesday, September 16th, 1986

Today was your first day of your new job at Family Video.

You didn’t think you would actually turn in the application but it took just one more bad day at the daycare for you to find yourself stopping by on your way home and basically forcing the application into the hand of the girl behind the counter.

They ended up calling you that same day, maybe just an hour later, to offer you the job. After a very brief phone interview with your new manager, Steve, you were in. Even calling it an interview was generous, he basically just asked for your availability and gave you your start date. He seemed professional over the phone. Not exactly rude but he kept his words short and to the point.

By how quick he hired you, they must be really desperate for help.

You rushed through the house, trying your best not to be late on your first day. Steve seemed nice but from what you remembered, which wasn’t much, he was a real dick in high school. Hopefully he wasn’t the same now.

Honestly the only reason you slightly remembered who he was because of how popular he is in the town. Even your mom knew who he was since she goes to church and is in a book club with his mom.

You threw on your jacket and grabbed your bag and keys before practically running through the front door and jumping into your car.

You turn the key in the ignition once, twice, and then a third just to be met with a strange clicking sound. You pull the key out to examine it just in case there was some defect that magically appeared overnight. You stick the key back in for another unsuccessful try just to groan and throw your head back into the headrest.

Today was going to be a great first day.

After an awkward car ride with your mom, who was still pestering you about your personal medical decisions, you finally made it to Family Video. Your mom was furious to find out that you had left the daycare for a lower paying job. She had even tried to bribe you to just go back home, saying that she would pay any bills. You were already cutting into the inheritance left to you by your father to take care of any bills your paycheck wasn’t covering, so taking any money from her felt like a cop out.

You leapt from the car as soon as she put it in park and practically ran to the front door of the store, happy to escape her nagging voice.

The girl behind the counter, who you still had no clue what her name was, smiled at you brightly and waved. Steve on the other hand kept his features cool and his arms crossed. You were practically panting and sweating by the time you made it to the wooden counter.

“You’re late,” Steve said immediately in a dry tone.

“I know. I am so sorry but my car wouldn’t start so my mom had to pick me up and she is not the fastest driver in town. It won’t happen again,” you rushed out.

Steve nodded silently before leading you to the back room to put your things down. He wordlessly handed you a vest with your name tag as well as an employee handbook.

“Take the handbook home with you to look over. Your schedule is in there as well. I have things to do back here today so you’ll be up at the front with Robin for training. If you have any questions just ask her,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, questioning if this was the right decision. Your coworkers at the daycare weren’t always sunshine and rainbows but at least they would say hello to you or even crack a smile.

This guy just seemed like an asshole.

Steve nodded to the door that led back to the front, silently dismissing you. You scurried away and pulled on your vest and name tag.

After a few hours of stocking and learning how to use the cash register from Robin, your mood had lightened. The day was slow, which Robin said was normal for a Tuesday. Her relentless chattering about anything and everything made the time go by a little faster though.

You had both talked all morning and gotten to know each other a little bit. You were surprised to learn that you had actually gone to school and shared a few classes together.

“So,” Robin said as she leaned against the counter beside you while you waited for Steve to relieve you both for a break, “I heard you say you were having car issues this morning.”

You sighed, good mood ruined at the thought of your car giving up on you. “Yeah, it just wouldn’t start at all. I need to call a few mechanics around town and see if I can tow it to them.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought, already dreading the migraine inducing conversations that you would have.

A sly grin spread across Robin’s face before she twisted her head around as if she was confirming no one could hear what she was about to say. “I know someone actually that’s pretty good with cars. He wont charge you an arm and a leg either. Plus, I can almost guarantee that instead of towing it, he can come to you to work on it,” she said with a whisper.

You tilted your head as you thought. It would make things significantly easier for you for the mechanic to come to you instead. “Are you sure they’d be able to do that for me?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, he will definitely have no problem at all with doing it for you,” she said in a voice that you didn’t understand, almost like something was funny about what she had just said. You were probably just misunderstanding her tone. You were slowly starting to grasp Robin’s personality but sometimes you had a hard time keeping up.

She grabbed your handbook that Steve had given you and flipped to the first page to look at your schedule. “Looks like you're off tomorrow! Perfect. Should I tell him to come by anytime?”

“Yes. That would be perfect. Thank you so much,” you said as you grabbed a sticky note to scribble your address and phone number down on.

Robin smiled down at your cursive writing on the sticky note until Steve walked in to relieve you for break. At the sight of him, she quickly shoved the paper into her pocket and picked up a movie like she was reading the back of it.

“Robin, what was that?” He asked. His tone was more playful and kind with her than it was with you. You tried not to let that bother you.

“Nothing! Let's go eat,” she said quickly before turning to you and miming zipping her lips.

Weird.

You were up early the next day. Partly because you didn’t know what time the guy was coming to look at your car, and partly because you had another nightmare about the person bleeding out from their wounds and not being able to help them. The icing on the cake was that you had woken up with a killer headache too, which you were currently trying to medicate with a big steaming cup of coffee.

Not even your trick of listening to music was helping the pounding in your temples today. You just hoped when the mechanic showed up that you would be able to form a coherent sentence.

It was around 11 when you heard the rumbling of an engine and loud rock music blasting through a shaky speaker in the distance. You thought nothing of it until you heard it right outside your front door.

You peeked through the blinds of your living room window to see a van parked in your driveway. This must be the mechanic.

The music shut off abruptly as you stepped out the front door and onto the wooden porch. Your house wasn’t too far off of the main road. You had neighbors on both sides of you, but you couldn’t see them through the thick trees that lined your property. You loved privacy and isolation, yet you couldn’t help but think that maybe you should have had your mom come over while the guy was here.

The door to the van squeaked open and the vehicle jostled side to side as the driver climbed out.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as Eddie Munson stepped into view, a small metal toolbox clutched tightly between both of his hands.

This is really who Robin had sent to your home to work on your car? A man that was accused of murder?

You didn’t personally know Eddie, nor did you know the whole story around the murders. He didn’t look like a vicious murderer that you had seen news clips of , and he was found not guilty on all charges.

You were being paranoid for no reason.

But you lived alone. And now he knew where you lived.

He must have seen the conflicted look on your face because he stood still by his van and made no move to approach you. “Hi, Robin said you needed help with your car.”

You cleared your throat and shot a polite smile. “Yes. Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you.” You immediately regretted the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. You didn’t mean to sound so rude. He probably had to deal with rude people everyday, especially with how judgemental this town could be.

He shot you a smile that showed he wasn’t offended by your statement. “Yeah, well. No one expects the metal head to be a mechanic. What’s going on with it?”

You finally moved off of your porch to approach him with your car key in your trembling hand. “It wont start. It just clicks when I try. I honestly don’t know anything about cars so who knows what’s wrong with it,” you said as you pressed the key into his hand, noticing the thick rings on his fingers.

He hummed a tune as he walked to your car and tried to start it himself. He then popped the hood and looked underneath.

“Oh, yeah this is bad,” he called from under the hood.

“How bad?” You asked as you walked up beside him to look for yourself, even though you had no clue what you were looking at.

“I mean you need a few new belts, a battery, an oil change, and who knows what else when I actually start digging around in there.”

“Oh my god. Really?” You pressed a hand to your forehead. You really didn’t need this right now.

“I can fix it but if we have to order parts and stuff it might take me a few weeks give or take,” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“A few weeks?!” You practically yelled. “I have to be able to get back and forth from work. I can’t not have a car for a few weeks.”

“Sorry,” he winced. “But, uh, I actually work at the mechanic shop in town part time. I can probably swing by here and take you back and forth if you want. It’d be no problem.” There was a hopeful note in his voice that you didn’t dwell on. Maybe he was just a super helpful guy.

“No. I can’t ask you to do that. You’re already working on my car for me. I can just get my mom to drive me. Thank you though,” you replied. You didn’t miss the sour face he made at the mention of your mom. “How much do you think it’s going to be? For the parts and labor?”

Eddie shrugged for a moment. “Eh, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Okay,” you sighed. You wished he was able to tell you pricing up front. By the sounds of it, you were really going to have to dip into your savings and inheritance.

Eddie didn’t say anything else as he started pulling at parts under the hood. You took the sign to leave him alone and do his work as you stepped back inside the house.

You watched through the window as Eddie worked non stop on your car. He had pulled off his rings, his hands now covered with oil and dirt. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun low on the back of his head. His metal toolbox laid open beside him, various tools and parts spread around your driveway.

You realized then that you really liked watching Eddie work on a car.

He hadn’t taken a break since you left him outside alone. You felt bad but unsure if he would want company or if he just preferred to be by himself.

You went to the kitchen to quickly put together a sandwich and some chips for him since it didn’t look like he had packed any lunch or snacks. Plus, you really didn’t want him passing out in your driveway from dehydration or something. That would be awkward.

You stuck your head out the front door and yelled his name. He popped his head out from under the hood in surprise, reaching over to turn down his radio when he saw your face.

“I made you a sandwich if that’s okay? I noticed you hadn’t eaten or anything and I thought you might like a break,” you asked shyly, unsure if you were overstepping.

A wide grin spread across his face at your announcement. “You made me a sandwich? I can’t turn that down. Mind if I come inside to wash my hands real quick?”

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Your mothers warnings repeated through your head like a blaring alarm. He must have seen you hesitate because he said, “I mean if not that’s okay. I think I’ve got a rag in here or something that I can use to clean up with.” He sauntered towards his van and opened the door.

“No! It’s okay. Of course you can come in,” you called. You held the front door open wider and waved your hand to motion him inside.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything,” he said, apprehensive.

“I’m not uncomfortable. You can come in,” you confirmed with a shy smile, doing your best to keep your voice confident.

His returning grin made your knees weak. For now, you were going to blame that on the head injury. Or maybe you had too much caffeine that day. Those both seemed like reasonable explanations to you.

Eddie eyed the photos and decorations nosily in your living room the second he walked in. A sly smile spread across his face when he noticed your figurine of a duck sitting proudly on your wooden shelf. This wasn’t a normal duck figurine though, he happened to have two ridiculous googly eyes glued onto his face.

“Cute duck. Where’d you get it?” He asked with a low chuckle. He reached out and poked it, causing the eyes to shake back and forth.

“I don’t remember. Bathrooms that way,” you said immediately, pushing him in the right direction.

That stupid duck made you happy every time you looked at it. If he was going to make fun of it, you might just kick him out.

You and Eddie were currently sitting at your kitchen table both eating sandwiches in an awkward silence. You kept catching Eddie taking sneaking glances at you between bites.

The only sound came from the loud ticking of the rooster shaped clock that hung on the yellow painted walls of your kitchen. You loved that clock, it was one of the only things you were able to save from the estate sale your mother held after your grandmother died.

The thing was ridiculous looking, yet you still adored it.

“What made you want to be a mechanic?” You asked to get some relief from the silence.

He took a swig of his lemonade before replying. “Me and my Uncle Wayne used to work on cars together growing up so I picked up a few things. It definitely wasn’t my first choice in jobs but the owner of the garage is a family friend and he was the only one who would hire me after everything…” He trailed off as he looked at you warily like you might run away now that he’s mentioned the elephant in the room. He cleared his throat before he continued, “What made you want to work at Family Video?”

He didn’t seem like he was making fun of you, instead he seemed genuinely curious. “Oh, I worked at a daycare but it wasn’t working out. So I needed a change.”

“Why wasn’t it working out?” He asked before he took another bite.

You rubbed your hands against your pants in an attempt to wipe the clamminess away. This wasn’t something you normally talked about with strangers but if Eddie was going to be spending more time around here then he should know in case you start acting weird. Besides, the more you talked to Eddie the more at ease he made you feel.

“I got hurt in the earthquake. They think I hit my head or something I don’t know.” You purposely leave out the claims of the most recent doctor you had seen, the one that suggested seeing a psychiatrist. You cringed at the memory. “But since then I have had some issues with my memory and headaches. Being around a bunch of screaming kids all day definitely didn’t help,” you sighed.

Eddie looked at you without pity but understanding, it made you feel warm.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how bad is your memory loss?” He asked, his fingers tapped against the table top rhythmically.

“Pretty bad. I don’t remember the whole week leading up to the earthquake. I don’t remember parts of highschool or parts of big holidays or events in the past few years,” you shrugged.

“That must be hard,” Eddie commented.

“It is,” you nodded.

“What did you want to do with your life before that happened?” He asked. Eddie didn’t seem like he was prying for information to gossip about like the ladies your mom was friends with, instead he seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

“I wanted to be a teacher. College doesn’t really work when your brain is broken though,” You said with a laugh as you tapped on your temple lightly. “You mentioned that being a mechanic wasn’t your first choice for a job. What was your first choice?”

Eddie let out a laugh as his cheeks turned pink, he seemed embarrassed by what he was getting ready to say. “Don’t laugh. It’s stupid but I wanted to be a rockstar,” he said with a groan as he covered his face with his hands.

Eddie spread his fingers apart so he could peer at you from behind his hands when you didn’t say anything. “Told you it was stupid,” he said, muffled by the placement of his hands.

You shook your head quickly. “No. It’s not stupid. I don’t see why you can’t do that.”

Eddie dropped his hands from his face. “It’s not realistic. Especially not after…everything,” he said with a hint of shame. He lowered his head.

You didn’t expect this conversation between the two of you to grow so deep so quickly.

“Why not at least give it a try? What’s keeping you in Hawkins anyways?” You asked seriously.

The expression on Eddie’s face broke for a brief moment as he stared at you. His eyes seemed to grow watery. You panicked internally. You really didn’t mean to make him cry.

He stood abruptly, making you jump. “Thank you for lunch but I gotta go. I’ll see what parts I can grab for your car. Can I stop back by on Sunday to work on it some more?”

You sat frozen in your seat as you nodded in agreement. He didn’t turn to look at you as he carried his empty plate to the sink and rinsed it off. You wanted to stop him and apologize, tell him that he didn’t need to worry about the plate, but you stopped yourself when you noticed him wipe underneath his eyes quickly with the back of his hand.

Eddie’s avoidance of you was clear, as he left your house without another word.

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[maleyanderecafe]

Eyooo! Long time no ask ( `~`) been extremely busy these months, sooo any recommendations on blogs that write yandere content? Like with no especific character, just a yandere x reader? Also dunno if he's a yandere or not but Dys from I was a teenager exocolonist [spoiler]

is obsessive towards the mc on the ending where they are together, but what I don't like so much about him is that he's obsessed with the planet too lmao, dunno if there's an ending where he stays with the mc all his life

Sorry for like.. the extremely long time it took to answer this one. I think since I first saw this ask, a bunch of things regarding yandere x reader has changed, but I will try to give some recommendations.

@heartfullofleeches usually has very interesting and unorthodox yanderes and darlings, some of which are ocs and some are not

@sublimetragedychopshop doesn't have yandere x reader per say but does have some fun yandere concepts.

@godnectar has some good yandere x reader concepts of various types like vampires, jocks and twins

@mysticmellowlove has some ideas that I really like, most of them being sub yanderes, my favorite

@hana-no-seiiki - has a mix of fanon and oc style yanderes. They also have pretty good art from what I remember.

@suiana - has tons and I mean tons of yandere reader style concepts. I think out of all of these this is probably the one closest to what you're asking about.

@running-with-kn1ves sometimes has some yandere x reader ones that are not from fandoms, but you'll have to dig through and see.

@goldienectar - also has some good ones.

The unfortunate thing about yandere writers is that a lot of them end up coming and going over the years. You can also look through my #yandere ideas tag for something similar.

Moving onto the next part... this is gonna be kind of long.

I was a Teenage Exocolonist is really fun, and it's a really well crafted game. I played it a lot, but ultimately while I was upgrading my computer I lost my saves for it, so I didn't want to redo everything, so I just left it alone for a while. Still, I think while Dys has traits of a yandere in certain endings, he ultimately is not as a whole. I would say maybe one or two of the endings make him a yandere and one of them is very, very iffy. I will admit though, I didn't get to finish everything about his route (or the others), so I might have some of this information incorrect.

To summarize what I was a Teenage Exocolonist is about, as the name suggests, it's about the life of Sol as a exocolonist. The game play is very much a card style game where you manage a deck based off of the skills and memory/events that Sol has throughout their life. It's very sim like so you can romance most of the characters your age, starting from when you're around 5 years old to around 18 years old. You gain skills depending on tasks that you do, buy items, gain relationships with other characters, etc.

The general story is that Sol is brought to a new planet along with a bunch of other families to build a life there. As the story goes on, they learn about what they have to do to learn about the planet, from science to nurturing, to learning about the wildlife there to adventuring. However, after a while, it becomes very clear that there is something else on the planet, something that doesn't want them there. They have to defend against aliens, a lot of which often costs some character's lives, along with various diseases and famine can cause many characters, including Sol's parents, to perish if you don't have the right stats. At some point, there is a raid that is so devastating that it ends up destroying most of the colony. From then on, there is a new group of people in power, along with various other characters that you can interact with and date. Depending on the route you go, you might end up meeting a being named Sym, one of the aliens on the planet. He seems to be incredibly interested in the humans here and is in contact with the species that seems to be attacking the colony. Depending on your choices, you can end up befriending him and saving the colony, or even end up becoming the planet yourself. It seems that Sol is kind of in a time loop, always going back to the beginning and remembering things from previous playthroughs, making certain events easier or otherwise bypassing them entirely.

Dys himself is pretty interesting. He has a rather sad childhood, with his mother committing suicide at a young age, causing him and his twin sister Tangent to becoming distant from each other. As a kid, he is very morose and doesn't really fit in with the other kids, even getting bullied a lot by them. He knows he doesn't belong to the colony and constantly strives to learn more about the planet, sneaking out with him to explore. It's no surprise that as he grows up, he distances himself from most of the other colony members and prefers going out and exploring, learning about the planet and feeling alive when he does. He can have a very cute relationship with Sol, with him believing that they are the only one who he feels truly understands him. Dys eventually does meet Sym, growing a great fascination and attraction to him and if the two of you are not in a relationship (or have otherwise broken up) he will end up with Sym most of the time. Sol, Dys and Sym can also have a polyamorous relationship with each other.

For Dys, there is always an scene where he attempts to bomb part of the colony. Tired of them being there, believing that they are causing a lot of problem for the planet, he tries to destroy it. Sol can agree to this and the two of them can end up destroying the colony and running away together. He becomes rather clingy as a result. I think in other endings he is generally a bit clingy considering that he doesn't really have anyone else to talk to.

The other ending is if Sol decides to become part of the planet. Dys will also do so the same, and when the two are sort of merged, they have a wonderful time together being one with everything. The game describes Dys and Sol in this form as "being an extension of each other" as they can be anything they wish on the planet, and are sort of, in a way, each other.

Dys in himself isn't really much of a yandere, even when you do romance him. While it is true, that he does exhibit yandere traits (being clingy, for instance), it's more because of the fact that he is pretty isolated from the other characters in the game, wanting to explore rather than be with anyone in the colony. I think the closest to yandere is when the two of you agree to bomb the colony and run away together. The planet ending with Sym is kind of strange, since it does have the traits of being together forever, but it is more of the idea of being one with everything, rather with just the two of them forever.

Still despite that, I really do like all of the characters in this game. It is genuinely so interesting seeing how they develop in the game and how you interact with them, going into some pretty deep and dark topics as well, along with some more fun memories. I think my favorite characters besides Dys are Cal and Nomi-Nomi and I kind of wish I had done a route with Nomi-Nomi because I love them so much. Maybe in a future run. It really is a beautiful game.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #asks #i was a teenage exocolonist

[getting-spooky-on-a-friday-night]

Spooky Month Incorrect Quote Blog

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[spitefulbull]

Incorrect Quotes Game

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff! Been dying to do these lol

Rules: generate some incorrect quotes here for your OCs.

Going to go with my WIP Chains of Allegiance (yes I finally named my unnamed WIP 😭)

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Bo, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Fen, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

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Bo, to Kris: When was the last time you let someone hug you? Kris: *thinking* Kris: 2012. Ember: 2012…? Kris: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Evie out so I let them hug me.

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Bo, gesturing to Ember: Fen, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Kris: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Fen: I’m sorry Mom... :( Ember, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Ember: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Kris: Fucking Evie and Bo were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Bo: Why are you smiling? Kris: What? I can’t just be happy? Ember: Fen tripped and fell in the parking lot.

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Evie: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Fen: Bet you I can! Ember: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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This was fun ^-^

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[hotchnerobsessed]

“My door is always open.” ❤️🥰🏢

HI I LOVE YOU thank you for sending in a request ♥️

Warnings: Comfort (I also added a tiny amount of trauma to this one?? It just fit better)

Be A Part Of The Celebration / Celebration Masterlist

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Aaron Hotchner. Even his name gave off an air of strength, dependability, and assertiveness.

Your initial attraction to him had caught you off guard. When presenting a profile a few months back, one of the cops had pushed back against one of your statements, admitting that he felt that “these girls were asking for it,” and it made your blood boil. You wanted to say something, but you knew a man like that wouldn’t actually hear the words you were saying, he’d just hear the anger in your voice and it would only cement his incorrect assumption.

Thankfully, Aaron had stepped in. “Nobody asks for this, officer. These women have been targeted unfairly, and have had their lives brutally taken from them. If you could please keep an open mind and show some respect, this investigation will go a lot smoother.”

You’d glanced over at him, feeling the tightness in your chest slowly dissipate, thankful you had him by your side; your fierce protector. In an instant, you knew you wanted more. You wanted him by your side through everything, not just when things got difficult in the field.

He’d felt it, too, only a couple days later. When the case had finally finished, and you’d made it back to the BAU. You’d knocked on his door, and standing across the room from where he sat behind his desk, you’d thanked him for defending those women. He remembered the pull he felt towards you in that moment; he was simply doing his job, protecting those who are most vulnerable, and yet you’d noticed more in him than anyone else had recognized before. He felt seen, and appreciated. It wasn’t something he often felt, and he was grateful to you for acknowledging it. He’d always known you were special, but in that moment he truly realized it.

Now here you were, standing right where you’d been that day, thanking him yet again. Only this time, he’d defended you personally, after another young officer had made his interest in you known a little too forcefully. You’d tried turning him away respectfully, but he hadn’t taken the hint. That’s when Aaron stepped in, and just as forcefully as the officer had been, showed him the door.

“You don’t need to thank me,” his voice was gentle as he looked up at you from behind his desk.

You shook your head, “no. No I do.” You dropped your head, your fingers fidgeting with each other nervously as you admitted, “most of the men in my life have been like him, or that officer back in Wisconsin. It’s just..” you finally looked back up at him, “it’s nice to know there are still decent men in the world. And to know he’s got my back."

His shoulders dropped, realization painted across his handsome features. He stood from his chair, making his way towards you and reaching his hand out and gently placing it on your shoulder. The thought of anyone treating you without the dignity or respect you deserved tore him apart. “I’m so sorry.” His voice broke.

You shook your head again, “it’s okay. I’m okay. I just, had to tell you.” Suddenly, the closeness of your body to his, and the warmth of his palm against your skin, had your mind racing. You needed to leave before you did anything you might regret. “Thank you for your time, Sir. I won’t keep you any longer.”

As you turned to leave, already a step away from the door, you heard him call your name, soft and gentle, “please, call me Aaron.” You glanced back at him, and you could have sworn you saw something in his eyes that you’d never seen before. Could he possible feel the same way you did? “And you can come talk to me whenever you need. My door is always open.”

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[h138143]

F!Shep/Garrus, set some time in ME3 but no spoilers (unless you count the fact that you can romance Garrus and he will join your squad), Shep being curious about the turian language

Astrane is just my F!Shep’s name

Sorry again about incorrect tagging, if that happens

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“Just for the sake of curiosity.” Astrane said as she reached behind her ear. “Indulge me, Garrus.”

She pressed on the tiny, tiny button. Nothing happened at first; but then she heard a sort of scratching sound, with some windy chirp mixed in. There was a subtle tone to it, but she couldn’t discern any meaningful word.

It was as if she’s eavesdropping on some council of birds, held on a cliff near a desert; only weird thing is that the bird sounds very deep compared to more familiar birds—well, she can’t really tell. She’s rarely seen any bird, living in space since 5 and all.

Of course she understood none of it, but strangely, she did recognize the voice. Garrus’ voice. It got preserved quite well by the translator, to the extent that even though she couldn’t possibly tell what he was talking about, she’d still know that it’s him talking.

Garrus cleared his throat, before looking to her again. She pressed on the button to turn the translator back on.

“How was it?”

“Unexpected, but fun.” She crossed her arms, leaning on one of the rails nearby. “What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just, ahem, some improvised sentence.” Garrus looked nervous.

“As long as it’s not ‘I’m in the middle of some calibrations.’” Astrane rolled her eyes.

There was a long, borderline awkward silence.

“…you didn’t really say that in the turian language just now, did you?”

“No, but I ruined a perfectly good chance to do so.”

But she was already reaching up to her translator. “How do you say that?”

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He probably said something nice to her. Probably.

#mass effect #shakarian #what is beta read

[mysticstarlightduck]

Incorrect Quotes Tag!

Tagged by the very cool, @rickie-the-storyteller! Find her post here!

This is the link to the generator.

Since the last time I did this, I used my characters from The Last Wrath, this time, I did this tag for my main cast of Tales of Wilted Flowers!

It is mostly platonic, the only ships here are: Rylisan/Eiralis, and Xarian/Lorelai.

Micah, Caladin, Arista, and Neoma'ka are their friends and adventuring companions. Kaellel is Eiralis' estranged older brother and Niven is one of Rylisan's many siblings.

Xarian: Is something burning? 

Lorelai (leaning seductively on the counter): Just my desire for you. 

Xarian: Lorelai, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Kaellel (flying down to camp like nothing’s wrong in the world): Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Rylisan: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Eiralis to Rylisan: Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Eiralis: What are you doing?

Rylisan, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it is not working.

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Xarian: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.

Caladin: I will politely decline.

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Rylisan: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”?

Arista (a dhampir with issues): …

Arista: …Should I not have?

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Neoma’ka: While you were caught up in your heterosexuality, I studied the way of the blade!

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Lorelai: Do you have a self-care routine?

Kaellel: "Keep going bitch,” said to myself in different accents.

Eiralis, coming into the room: Kaellel, no.

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Rylisan, stoically amused: Do you need help getting up?

Caladin, after a drunken brawl: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

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Eiralis: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

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Xarian, incredulous:... You’re giving me a sticker?

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

Xarian: … 

Xarian: I’m not a preschooler.

Lorelai: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Xarian: I earned this, back off!

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Kaellel, eyeing Rylisan with a death glare: It’s not that I don’t trust Eiralis, I just... don’t trust my sister's impulse control. Especially when it comes to you.

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Eiralis: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Rylisan, feigning shock: Cannibalism.

Eiralis: *confused chewing noises*

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Micah: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...

Kaellel, walks past: Only as their rodeo clown.

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Lorelai: Neoma’ka, no.

Neoma’ka, cracking her knuckles, walking towards a fight: Neoma’ka, yes.

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Lorelai: Why do humans have different blood groups?

Caladin, looking at Arista: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

Arista: *vampiric hiss*

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Rylisan: What can therapy do for me that screaming for 30 minutes can’t?

Niven: I have several questions... Namely why are you like this?

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Micah: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend my friendship on new clothes.

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Rylisan: You're violent.

Arista: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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Caladin: I was arrested for being too cool.

Xarian: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Xarian: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?

Lorelai: Xarian, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Xarian: …

Lorelai: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Xarian, narrows his eyes: ...

Lorelai: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

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Rylisan: Do we have any orange juice left?

Kaellel: *pours the remaining juice into their cup without breaking eye contact*

Kaellel: Sorry, we’re all out.

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Xarian: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold?

Neoma’ka: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

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Rylisan: Niven, I screwed up, big time.

Niven (downing a glass of wine, done with life): Brother dearest, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Arista: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.

Caladin: *sobbing*

Arista: Look, my dude, I'm not sure where to go with that.

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Lorelai: That was so hot, Xarian.

Xarian: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Lorelai: I'm so in love with you.

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Kaellel: You know, Micah, you are the sun in my life.

Micah: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

Kaellel: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you. LEAVE MY HOUSE-

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Neoma’ka: What do you do for a living?

Rylisan: I exist against my will.

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Eiralis: Hey, Rylisan, do you have any hobbies?

Rylisan: Swimming..

Eiralis: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-

Rylisan: In a pool of self-hatred and regret.

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Micah: As a responsible adult-

Caladin: *chuckles*

Micah:… As a responsible adult—

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Lorelai: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.

Xarian: Oh, that was all real.

Rylisan (interrupts): Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!

Xarian: Well, If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right!

Lorelai:... He has a point.

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Tagging: @writernopal, @tabswrites, @cabbojage, @clairelsonao3 and @liv-is.

#writing #writeblr #writers #writerblr #my wips #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers on tumblr #incorrect quotes #tag games! #funny! #wip: Tales of Wilted Flowers

[itsstraykids]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @noonaracha thanks for tagging me!! *waving from the other side of a bridge* (link to their post)

Name(s): june (on here and at coffee shops. i have a Weird Name in normal life)

Pronouns: she/her

Star Sign: capricorn (i’m a christmas eve baby!)

#of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): I have one younger sibling, this isn’t exactly a fun fact but we took a siblings-only trip to japan last year and they aren’t necessarily interested in japanese media or anything but they absolutely loved it because they love cute tiny things and that’s definitely a specialty of japan lmao. they bought like thirty souvenirs to give to their friends back home. it was adorable.

#of Pets: I have a big ‘ol black cat I love dearly. He lives in Wisconsin now due to various factors. I miss that chonky boy but he’s happy there chasing bugs in the backyard (under supervision)

Fandoms: Just kpop bands, skz, txt, and xdh mainly. And recently mamamoo.

Favorite Color: greeeeen

Favorite Song: Recently infatuated with J Christ by lil nas x, he's such a visionary. also Big Lizard by the dead milkmen lol

Favorite Author: Jasper Fforde, I’ve carried all his books through every apartment move because they’re so funny.

Hobbies: too damn many. guitar, writing music, drawing, collage, studying korean, and getting my ass kicked by the ocean (aka surfing)

Favorite Holiday: christmasssssss

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: yep! we just had our 6 year anniversary in october :D

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: To continue @noonaracha's Mariah Carey theme, I met Mariah Carey’s personal Santa Claus (like the guy she always hires to be santa i guess?) on Christmas in 2021, while stuck in a blizzard in a ski lodge deep in the mountains of Colorado. He was a really great santa lmao. Incredible magical aura.

Tagging: @abiaswreck @agibbangs @snug-gyu @skz-maybe-incorrects sorry if u were tagged already!! hehe i enjoyed this

#me #about #2021 was a great christmas and i also learned i don't like snowboarding lmao #it was so funny in the lodge because we were a big group of 27+ year olds and somebody ran upstairs and was like “santa's here!!!” #and we were all like !!! SANTA??? and like in awe of him hahahaha he was actually so nice and looked legit like santa should. like. #noble. mystical. benevolent. hard-to-determine age. etc.

[helphowdoiusethis]

Part 1 of Morningstar fam incorrect quotes

Uriel : Are you really planning to shoot the demon?

Eddie: Don't worry, it's a holy gun.

Uriel : How so?

Eddie: It makes holes.

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Lucifer : So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.

Lucifer : So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.

Lucifer : *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

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Lucifer : Isn’t it a bit dangerous?

Echo: Lucifer , please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Lucifer : ...

Echo: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Lucifer : ...

Echo: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

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Daisy: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal!

Chloe : Can a butterfly be nonbinary?

Daisy: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.

Eddie, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-

Angel: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.

Echo: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...

Alistair : *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-

Eddie: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference.

Chloe : Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?

Daisy: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

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Angel: Any idiot would know that.

Jay: I knew that!

Angel: See?

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Echo: What do you want for breakfast?

Violet : I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.

Daisy:

Daisy: They want eggs.

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Jay: Wait you like me? For my personality?

Abby: I know, I was surprised too.

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Number 1?

Jay: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Jay: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

Or number 2

Alistair : Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Alistair : *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

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*In response to receiving a gift*

Lucifer : Wow! That’s awesome! I’ll pay you back!

Jay: You didn’t have to get this for me…

Violet : S-stupid! Now I HAVE to get you something!

Angel: Th-thanks, but why?

Abby: Oh my! I can’t accept a gift like this!

Eric: Did you keep the receipt?

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This happened, this happened.

Echo: Please, Eric, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

Echo: I’m sorry Eric.

Echo: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

Eric: It has to be done.

Echo:

Eric:

Echo:

Eric: *Places +4* Uno.

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Oof God let me get the tags

@ask-eric-the-disposable-demon @janeway-lover @echo-morningstar @e-w-w-morningstar @morningbloodystar @fallen-starmaker @urielwiththegoodhair @tiny-anon @violet-yimlat @angel-and-the-serpent @chloe-decker-lapd

#morningstar family

[silkythewriter]

This is a special request from anonymous! <3

Summary: Devils S/O who can sing beautifully and has a feet disability

Small warning!: Sense this is such a specific request I might get some thing incorrect so please let me know if anything offends you or may cause you some uncomfortableness! I really do hope this is as accurate as you want it to be and I hope this helps you in whatever way it can! ^^ also sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes!

Small note!: So for anyone confused I take specific request in the DMs if you don’t want to say it by inbox, this is just to make people comfortable and this is open to anyone!. <3 and to anon I hope this is long enough! I didn’t wanna copy much off of my other HC cause I didn’t wanna seem rude but I hope I added enough!

Fandom!: Cuphead and mugman/the cup brothers!

Daily song suggestion!:

❤️‍🔥 The Devil ❤️‍🔥

This man is a little show off so whenever you have to use your walking stick he usually swaps it for a more luxurious one, of course it’s still built to your comfort just with a bit of glam to it!

The Henchmen are at your service whenever and wherever literally sometimes it gets concerning how fast they come to help you with something-

Sense walking can be a discomfort to you especially if your walking a long distance he usually has a demon set up your wheelchair for you! He also makes a few follow you just incase

Breakfast in bed every day if you want honestly! Name what you want and you have it!

He doesn’t really trust people with you other then maybe his henchmen and kingdice but even then whenever you need help with something he’ll be there half of the time!

The cup brothers definitely tease him about it whenever they can but they are careful due to him being the devil and all 💀

He stuck to your side almost everyday no matter where you are, he just like knowing your okay and safe!

He absolutely loves when you sing to him, he’s a bit embarrassed about it though, sometimes he does ask you to sing him to sleep it might seem silly but it actually does help him a lot!

He loves cuddling up to you in your guys bed, I feel like his main affection is physically affection! So expect a lot of cuddle sessions

Hates to ambit it but you have made him a bit of a better person, and honestly his henchmen absolutely adore you for that!, they love how you remind him to say please and thank you and actually appreciate their work :*)

You hang out with the cup brothers much to the devils dismay, the more time you spend with the cup brothers the whiner and annoyed the devil gets, bro literally drags you away sometimes-

Like said in my other HC he absolutely loves when you pet/brush through his fur it calms him down so much, and the henchmen have gotten saved by you multiple times by this, if you hug him or brush his fur or even just enter the room he’s almost in tranced so much so that he forgets why he was even angry and just goes to hang out with you

Like I’ve said before he loves showing you off has his partner! And if anyone doesn’t like it internal damn nation seems like an appropriate punishment to the devil:’)

If you have a sweet tooth I’m amusing you like ice cream and most of the time if the devils busy cuphead and mugman tag along

But sometimes when that icecrem man mugman ABSOLUTELY DESPISES comes over he becomes supper anxious and nervous around the man

Sometimes he can hold in his anger and just goes a bit ballistic- so you and cuphead are usually the ones who have to pry him off the poor man-

He does though eventually apologizes for his out burst 

Sometimes even though he finds the Cups annoying the Devil likes to tag along just to see this outburst he finds it absolutely hilarious 💀

On another note (sorry for the weird jumps) The devil has his own special box that no one is aloud to touch other then him and you, it mostly contains Valuable items like photos of you and him and small gifts you hav bought him!

Overall this man loves spoiling you rotten, he just can get enough of you! Your love is contagious and it just softens up his cold heart sometimes.. he absolutely adores you inside and out no matter what <3 I just hope you can handle his sassy personality 💀

hey guys so sorry I haven’t been posting much!<3 I’ve been having some personal issues to handle so just know I’ll still be writing just less, I’m so sorry again! Also thank you to my special anon for being so patient!

#thanks anon! #anon <3 #x reader #anonymous #request #headcanon #cuphead #cupbros #the devil cuphead #the devil x reader #cuphead headcanons #all genders #cuphead hc #cuphead mugman #cuphead henchman #cuphead x reader #x y/n #main character #joe mama #deez nuts #lemme just #*dies immediately* #*disintegrates* #sorry this took forever #thanks for being patient #sorry anon