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bubblergoespop · 3 months

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My Top Sam Quotes

i love me some cowboy ♡ yeehaw and all that

“You’re a werewolf, not a damn tank, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I want you comfortable. What that looks like, you tell me.”

“Oh god, don’t call the 90’s vintage, you’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Don’t you whistle like that at me you smartmouth, this ain’t anything you haven’t seen. I am not blushing. I don’t blush.”

“Mr. Shaw.”

“You’re a big softie under it all too. Boop.”

“You don’t have to keep the armor up tonight. The fighting’s done. You can just rest. I got you, Darlin.”

“You’re my heart, Darlin’.”

“Oh you hush, of course that got my heart speeding up again. Wiseass.”

“Have some popcorn, it’ll soothe you.”

“Matter of fact, yes, I do know how to get food delivered nowadays. Do you know what the inside of a grocery store looks like?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m a mother-hen, what else is new?”

“Don’t worry, if the shock takes you out, I’ll be sure to catch you.”

“You feel like home, Darlin’.”

“It’s a Vamp’s favorite season. Well, my actual favorite season’s Fall, but you get me.”

“That’s for strangers. We can be as mean to family as we damn-well please.”

“How do you wanna do this? You wanna ride your cowb- you little-“

“You feel like sunlight on an easy day. That warmth and that comfort. Gentle and all around.”

“You like that? You gonna be good for me?”

“Hey. Look at me. Please.”

“Yeah, you’re awful put-upon. Your mate’s a heartless old curmudgeon who wants his arm rest.”

“No. No, I’m not falling asleep. Couldn’t be me. I’d never do such a thing.”

“Your vampiric pillow awaits.”

“Hey. Jokes aside. You do make sense, Darlin. Just cause some people don’t wanna put in the work to understand why doesn’t mean you don’t.”

“What the hell do you have against flannel? It’s efficient.”

“Oh I’m sure. My big bad wolf certainly would never get tired after a completely understandably draining day,”

“Tell me how you look so damn good right after waking up. Bullshit. You look heavenly.”

“You know better than me that if you don’t answer that goofball he’s just gonna keep calling.”

“Man’s gotta point. [smack] Ow.”

“Make it two.”

“I’m an equal opportunist shit-stirrer once you make the mistake of getting close to me.”

“You keep that up and I'll buy a walker just so I can beat your ass with it.”

“I didn’t realize those were our names, I thought he was drawing pictures…”

“Who you calling an underdog, pup?”

“Oh, so I’m a flop now?”

“Want some chocolate? It might soothe you.”

“Darlin’ what the hell is an Igglybump?”

“Play nice. I know you can even if you don’t like to.”

“Being so good for me. Wait until I tell ya.”

“So what if I am soft for you? You deserve soft.”

“I am not charming. I’m a moody curmudgeon, and I like it that way, thank you very much.”

“When I’m with you, my brain takes up shop in the wrong head.”

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.”

“I’ve got you. Tears aren’t ‘stupid’, Darlin’. They’re human. You don’t have to hold back any part of yourself with me.“

“[punch] That’s for Frederick. [punch] That’s for his Progeny. [punch] And that’s for me.”

“The only thing that makes the two of you worse hellions than you already are is when you put your scheming heads together on something.”

“I’m practically a glorified backpack”

“I want you moving like this in a different position. Mmhmm. How did you put it back in the day? ‘Riding your cowboy’?”

“You’re so damn beautiful. You are.”

“My big bad wolf. I get to say that without getting hit nowadays? My, the times are a-changing.”

“Look. You can call me every version of ‘cowboy’ you want, but you keep ‘duke’ just locked up in that pretty head of yours, you got it?”

“It’s a fancy dick-swinging contest with a side of hors d’oeuvres.”

“Vincent. You’re my family, and I love you, so please don’t take this the wrong way, but four years ago when he was still around, you were just as much of a pain in the ass to be around most of the time.”

“What you and me got is stronger than any of this bullshit the world throws at us. Even if the world’s got a hell of an arm, lately.”

“Brown. My eyes were brown.”

“Where do you want these fangs, baby?”

#this one’s really long #even after cutting it down #i forgot how many more audios sam has than avior and porter #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #bubbler’s top quotes

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writingforstraykids · 4 months

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"One of us is going to end up with a broken heart" -> them saying no to adopting/fostering a cat or kitten, so probably Min, you can make it a runt of the litter if you want to sprinkle some angst, but only sprinkle! I can't handle being drowned 😭 Honestly this feels self indulgent now, but we ain't gonna dump now, no sir-e

Just a fluffy time with the "no we can't keep it" dad trope (dad? I mean if you wanna, I won't say no 🙈) then them being the reason its kept, always a sucker for this ugh, gen.neutral would be fine, see no reason for specification on this, go ham, cause I kinda did lol whoops

Aww I love this thought so much, I finished it immediately after you sent it in🤭 I do hope you like it💕

Pairing: Minho x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: pure fluff

Word Count: 767

“Minho, no,” you shake your head firmly as you realize where your husband is so eagerly taking you this cold December morning.

“You don’t even know what I-” he starts protesting but gets cut off quickly by you.

“Min. We’re not adopting another cat!” you groan softly.

Minho parks the car in front of the animal shelter and turns to you with a big pout and the best puppy eyes he can muster. “But-”

“Minho Lee, I said no,” you shake your head, thinking of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, who had just gotten familiar with the newest addition, Cookie, a small brownish-grey goofball who’s been keeping you busy this past month.

Minho sighs softly and looks at you, utterly heartbroken. “Baby, listen, we agreed ‘no kids yet,’ but…I have to share my love somehow.”

Your jaw drops, and you try to stifle a laugh. “Minnie, you have four kids already, five if you count Felix as your fifth kitty.” That makes him laugh as well. “You can practice being a dad of five, do we really need a sixth kid?”

“Look at him, isn’t he sweet?” Minho asks, voice growing all gentle and sweet like you know him around cats. In the small basket in front of you, there’s a little black kitten staring at you with big brown eyes. Your husband turns toward you in search of agreement, and suddenly, you’re faced with two brown-eyed kittens staring into your soul.

“He is,” you nod, eyeing him suspiciously as he pets his head softly.

Minho looks back at the kitten and makes a soft sound, his smile widening as he kneels down, and the kitten makes a few wobbly steps towards him. Minho picks him up after checking with the employee and rubs his forehead against the kitten’s head. “He looks like Channie, doesn’t he? All in black and those sad eyes.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes at him fondly. “Ah, that’s why; you miss your hyung so much you want to adopt a kitten looking like him.”

Minho shoots you a playful glare and shakes his head. “Obviously not.”

“Minnie, come on,” you sigh softly and shake your head. “It’s too much.”

“Cookie needs a little brother, that’ll make him responsible,” he says so seriously it makes you laugh.

“Min.”

“Seriously, Y/nnie,” he sighs and makes eye contact with the kitten. “Always the same with them. One of us is going to end up with a broken heart at this rate,” he tells him.

“Minho, seriously,” you laugh and smack his head playfully.

“You’re such a meanie,” he pouts.

“And you’re forbidden to take another step into an animal shelter in the next five years at least,” you shoot back, and his head spins toward you.

“Five years?! Honey, are you crazy?” he gasps and sets the kitten back down. “I’m so sorry, Channie, I would’ve taken you in any day. I would’ve made sure you had a cozy spot, delicious food and you’d be our new maknae kitten.”

Oh, for fucks sake.

“Cookie, look, you got a little brother,” Minho announces cheerfully and sits down, keeping your sixth kid in his lap. He makes a happy sound and wiggles from side to side as Cookie nuzzles his face against the newcomer. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, come here,” he calls out for the rest and holds up the black kitten above his head. “Say hi to your baby brother, Channie.”

“No, he won’t. He’ll kick your ass if you tell him the reason for it,” you snort.

“Minho,” you crack up. “You can’t seriously call him that.”

“Why not? He’ll love it,” he grins smugly.

“He’ll never know,” he shrugs and sets down Channie on the floor. “Never,” he announces and looks at you firmly.

“Come on, I said yes, let me at least choose another name,” you laugh and sit down next to him. “I don’t want to wake up to you calling out for beloved hyung in the morning.”

“Fine~,” he sighs and side-eyes you with a light huff.

“Oh! I know something, we’ll call you Lixie,” you say proudly after a moment.

“And that’s supposed to be better?” he asks sarcastically, ruffling your hair. “I can’t name two of my kitties the same.”

“You call him Yongbokie either way. Shut up,” you giggle, and he pokes your side.

“You shut up,” he giggles and presses his lips firmly against yours. “I love you so much, baby,” he beams at you.

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“Yeah, yeah, anything to satisfy my beloved cat dad,” you snort and ruffle his hair, giggling softly. Gosh, you love this idiot.

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embodyingchaos · 10 months

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Haii

I was wondering is you could do a Rodrick Heffley x reader with female pronouns where she is a singer and maybe they meet at the battle of the bands or something and fall for each other

pleas and thank you , your amazing 🫶💗

❥ hi there, sweetie! of course i can!! hope you like this!

potential pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers warnings: rodrick is a goofball, y/n's band is named velvet ecstasy(dont ask), the band plays garbage truck from scott pilgrim vs the world mUAHAHH word count: 1.3k

tapping her foot on the pavement, her patience was running thin. y/n was waiting for the rest of her band to arrive, they were late and they had less than ten minutes to check in. “when i get my hands on those fuckers, they’re so dead.” she whispered under her breath, talking to nobody but herself.

“well, i wouldn’t wanna be one of those fuckers.” a voice from beside her says, “you look like you can punch.” she looked next to her and saw a boy that was about the same age as her. he was cute with his shaggy hair and m-1965 field jacket, especially with his black, emo eyeliner. “i’m rodrick.” he introduced himself, trying to lean on the wall before missing it and hitting his face on the surface. he recovered pretty quickly, leading y/n to assume that this wasn’t the first time he’d done that.

she eyed him up and down before smirking, “y/n.” she said her name, making rodrick’s heart beat faster. “you performing or watching?” rodrick flipped his hair away from his face, “performing. i’m a drummer.” he said, “i’m, uh, pretty good too. pretty bomb.” the boy boasted before turning away for a moment and questioning himself on why he just said ‘bomb’. y/n grinned at that.

“sure you are, bub.” she giggled and rodrick could feel himself ascending to heaven. “hey, y/n!” a voice called out and they turned to the road. a cherry red car had just pulled up with four other people in it; y/n’s band. “took you guys long enough! i aged like five years waiting for you bozos!” she yelled, half-jokingly. y/n turned back to rodrick, “i’ll see you inside, rodrick. can’t wait to see your ‘bomb’ drumming skills.” she gave him a charming smile before heading towards her band members, giving each of them a slap to the back of their head.

rodrick stared at her until she entered the building, admiring her face, her smile, her laugh. “rod!” ben was waving his hand in front of rodrick’s face, “we gotta go! they’re already starting to perform!” he urged him but rodrick only sighed dreamily as he thought of her, “right.” he simply said, not listening to his friend. ben let out an ‘ugh’ before dragging the boy into the building and backstage.

“marty, what are you doing?” y/n asked the boy as he tied up his dreads, “tying up my hair?” “no- i know that! where’s your guitar?!” she asked frantically, marty looked at her weirdly. “next to you?” he pointed beside her and there was his sleek, black electric guitar in its stand. a pink tint coloured y/n’s cheeks, “oh.” she said sheepishly, a nervous laugh coming out of her mouth. their drummer, jules, wrapped an arm around the girl. “you gotta chill, girlie. we’re all prepared and ready, and we weren’t even that late.” jules assured, rubbing y/n’s shoulder as she sighed. “plus, you weren’t alone when we got here. seemed like somebody had company.” jules said in a teasing-sing-songy way, y/n shoved her lightly.

“shut up, he was just one of the drummers from another band-” “gasp! fraternising with the enemy?! how could you, n/n?!” jules joked, an offended expression on her face. y/n giggled before pushing her away, “shut up!” she exclaimed, their bassist, pearl, placed her hand on jules. “stop it, babe. you’ll make her cry or something.” she told her girlfriend who began laughing even harder.

y/n puffed up her cheeks, “that was one time!” she yelled while they cackled away, “are we talking about that one time y/n started crying when we teased her so much about her crush on that substitute teacher?” their keyboardist, george, asked out of nowhere, y/n glared at him as marty only smiled.

“god, i can’t get one break with you people.” the girl huffed, crossing her arms and walking away towards the side so she could watch the next band perform. “now, everybody get ready!” the mc announced as rodrick’s band got up on stage. “get ready to be blown away by- löded diper?” the mc seemed confused on how to pronounce it, “it’s- it’s löded diper (loaded diaper)!” rodrick shouted at him, “whatever!” yeah, the mc did not care.

when they started playing, y/n couldn’t take her eyes of rodrick. he wasn’t the best drummer, but he had the right attitude and enthusiasm for it. he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“that your new boyfriend?” george joked from behind her, “can you not?” y/n hissed, snapping at him. george held his hands up and chuckled, “alright.” he said, smiling. “you should ask him out, you guys looked good together just now.” she tilted her head to the side, “maybe i will.” she muttered, staring at the boy who was going ham on the drum set.

after their performance, rodrick exited the stage using the side that y/n was at. “impressed?” he asked slyly, she smiled. “yeah. pretty ‘bomb’.” the girl joked and rodrick’s face turned red out of embarrassment. just as he was about to say something, pearl approached them. “i’m sorry to interrupt this adorable exchange but we’re going on now, n/n.” she told her band member, “right.” y/n nodded as the rest of the band got ready on stage, “wish me luck, pretty boy.” she poked his shoulder before making her way to her band.

“this is a band that’s entirely new! it’s their first time performing so be gentle, give it up for velvet ecstasy!” the crowd cheered as y/n walked up to the center of the stage, “are you ready?!” she asked only to receive loud and encouraging replies from the audience. y/n turned around to jules to give her the signal. “we are velvet ecstasy! one, two, three, four!” jules shouted before starting off their song with her drums as pearl and marty accompanied with their strings.

when y/n started to sing, rodrick could not believe his ears or eyes. she wasn’t the best singer, but her charisma and tiny little moves were something you could not take your eyes off of. “i’ll take you for a ride, on my garbage truck.” she held onto the mic and the stand as she sang, tapping her foot and swaying her hips, tossing her hair. rodrick was mesmerised to say the least. “they’re way too good.” ben commented, worried about whether they’re going to win or not. rodrick did not care.

as their performance came to an end, the crowd was more than hyped up. “god, that was exhilarating!” pearl exclaimed, “wow, i have never seen her this excited before. says a lot.” marty commented as he watched her punch the air, “let’s fucking go!” jules screamed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and spinning her around. george and y/n laughed as they watched, feeling high off of performing.

“hey.” rodrick called out and the entire band turned around. “ooo! y-” “no.” pearl cut jules off, dragging her away. “we’ll see you later, n/n!” “don’t go making out somewhere.” the boys joked, receiving a glare from the girl.

“hi, there.” she greeted rodrick back, suddenly feeling shy. “you were amazing out there.” he gushed, “i could say the same thing about you and your band.” she softly chuckled, looking down at the ground. rodrick didn’t say anything, which cause her to look back up at him. it was very silent. “would you want to go out some time?” “would you want to go out some time?” they asked in unison and their eyes widened before they burst out laughing.

when they calmed down, y/n smirked. “alright, then. let me give you my number.” rodrick scrambled to get out his flip phone and hand it to her. when y/n finished typing out her number, she returned his phone to him. “call me.” she simply said before giving him a kiss on the cheek, walking away to find her friends.

rodrick could not believe what just happened. when he looked down at his phone and saw that her contact was named ‘potential girlfriend’, he squealed so hard. it was easy to say, he was definitely, already infatuated.

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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This is an emergency request. They asked for some comfort with Time. It turned out fluffy in the end, I hope you enjoy it either way! 💚💚

The morning was quick, yet a feeling was overhanging everybody's head. Nobody was sure where it was coming though it was enough to put them on the edge. Twilight was getting antsy, Wind and Warriors were bickering nonstop, Sky was getting irritable from the lack of sleep, and Hyrule and Legend weren't even saying a word to the other as they usually do. Four had already yelled at Wild for breaking another sword, so those two are tense than ever before, ready to lash out at somebody else to be the victim of their anger.

Hell, he wasn't doing any better since creatures were up their ass consistently; no matter where they walked, another group of black-blooded beings lays in wait. Time was waiting to pounce on someone or lay into one of them if they do another irrational move that would've put them or the others at risk. He grunts when the bickering between Wind and Warriors grows louder, the irritation deep in him like lava ready to burst from its hold within the volcano.

Before he could yell over his shoulder, a hand clasps his forearm, and his eye snaps down, expecting to see one of the others telling him not to, but instead coming to see your tired ones. Weary, defeated, and looked about ready to drop though there was an underlying warning in them.

The look said it all.

Time exhales heavily, grunting softly at the pleased bliss overcoming your features.

"We're stopping here tonight," the tension dissipates; yet traces of it still lingers, "you all know what to do; just don't start any unnecessary fights, please.”

The soft mutter of agreement filled his ears; your hand encased his own, pulling him off to the side, away from eyesight and earshot. Wordlessly, he follows, tiredly stumbling after your form, quietly wishing nothing would upset the calm that settled between them.

"Where are we going?" Time gently asked. He digs his heels into the dirt to stop himself from running into you when you suddenly come to a halt. Patiently waiting for your answer, you glanced up at him, looking shy under his gaze.

"I heard water rushing in this direction; I figured we could have some alone time for ourselves away from the boys and well," Ah, can it be a crime for someone to be that cute?

"Time? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, dear; why do you ask?"

"You're looking awfully red in the face,"

Time coughs into his hand,

"It's nothing serious; now, you said there was a waterfall up ahead?" He walks ahead of you, only to be stopped. He turns around with a tilt of his head, just to be laughed at, in which his brows furrow.

"What?"

"Wrong way, goofball."

You really knew how to fluster him.

#.bea's writing #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #lu time x reader #link x reader #emergency request

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karmaspidr · 2 months

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Desert Sanctuary AU pt.2

Due to how many people liked this idea, I decided to develop it further. Here are the roles for the rest of Yellow's main cast as well as the cast of the original game.

UTY:

Feisty Four: Special Forces.

After the Sanctuary was established, Starlo told his friends that they would no longer be 'playing around' and that things were about to get very dangerous. He told them they were allowed to back out at any time they wished. They refused.

They are now essentially Starlo's five-star generals, in charge of training and leading new recruits. They each also have unique roles, important to the security of the Sanctuary.

Ed - He's Clover's primary bodyguard. Whenever the only human in the Underground is out in the open, Ed is almost always the one to accompany him.

Moray - They oversee the prisoners. Prisoners may include mercenaries sent to assassinate Clover, extremists, general law breakers etc. They are basically the warden and treat their prisoners fairly. However, it's been noted that those who attempted to kill Clover received slightly less food.

Ace - Head of investigations. He's the one who finds patterns in places patterns shouldn't exist. Uses his playing cards in his conspiracy boards because Clover told him about a character in a TV Show who did that and he liked the idea.

Mooch - Reconasince and Scavenging. The Dunes aren't all that plentiful in terms of natural resources. That is where Mooch's kleptomania comes in handy. She leads teams into the Greater Underground to gather materials they can't trade for and generally nobody would miss. She also steals information, using her innocent appearance and small size to get people to tell her things or find her way into their darkest closets. She sees the Lab as her greatest challenge.

Dalv: Scholar

He still lives in Snowdin and tries to avoid the conflict. This doesn't mean he's not doing his part. He, like many people on both sides, doesn't want these tensions to spiral into something everyone would regret. So he spends his time shifting through history books, diaries, personal recounts and human myths and legends to figure out exactly what happened during the Human-Monster War.

Original Game

Toriel: Caretaker of the Ruins

Her role hasn't changed from the original game. She heard about the movement and has made contact with them. However, she remains in the Ruins take act as the the first line of protection for any human that falls. After all, the Sanctuary is far from the main path.

Flowey: Observer.

When he realised that Clover wouldn't be going to the castle, he was furious. He believed that this timeline was another dud. However, he had the patience to wait, perhaps because of something Clover said under that Cherry Blossom tree. He realised that this 'Cold Civil War' was the most interesting thing to ever happen in the Underground, and has only ever Reset to save Clover from an assassin. He also believes this conflict to be the key to him getting the souls.

Sans: Royal Judge

Sans doesn't change much from the original game either. He doesn't really care about the conflict. Although, due to his promise to Toriel, he would point any human that leaves the Ruins in the direction of either Martlet or the Dunes.

Asgore had sent him to the Dunes a handful of times to 'judge' the residents. He always comes back with good things to say. He never mentioned the anger buried deep inside Clover's soul.

Papyrus: Member of the Royal Guard.

Due to rising tensions between the two sides, Undyne decided to recruit Papyrus into the Guard because of the increased need for soldiers. He's still a loveable goofball but now takes his role much more seriously. Has a close friendship with Martlet. Capable of killing Frisk depending on the route.

Undyne: Captain of the Royal Guard.

She is much more aggressive than in the original game and is the primary reason the two sides haven't made peace yet. Her anti-human views are stronger than ever she sees the Monsters in the Sanctuary as traitors and has compared them to a cult. Wants nothing more than to skewer Clover. The only thing holding her back is her dwindling respect for Asgore and Gerson's warning.

"Men like Clover can be an ally just as easily as an enemy. The key is not giving them a reason to see you as an enemy. You do NOT want to be their enemy."

Alphys: Royal Scientist.

She is not having a good time. She's under more pressure than ever, is watching Undyne slowly destroy herself and has blackmail hanging over her head. Martlet doesn't know everything in the True Lab but she has seen enough to make people ask questions. Ceroba used this knowledge to get Alphys to provide the Sanctuary with the minimal resources to sustain itself.

Mettaton: Entertainment Robot and Wild Card.

Mettaton isn't aligned with either side and is surprisingly neutral when reporting the conflict. He doesn't want humanity to be destroyed but also sees Clover and his allies as a threat to his own agendas. Has sent multiple mercenaries to collect Clover's Soul.

Muffet: Head of the Spider Colony.

Let's be clear. No one likes her, at least as an ally. Everyone knows that the moment you trust her with something she'll sell it to the enemy.

Asgore: Tired King.

Asgore is probably the only one having a worse time than Alphys. He wants this conflict to end. He doesn't want to watch his people tear each other apart. He truly believes that the Sanctuary is in the right. But he can't bring himself to surrender. There are still so many Monsters who genuinely believe in what he is doing and believe that giving in to the Sanctuary's demands would escalate the conflict further. He is too tired to give any grand speeches or to confront his mistakes properly.

After the first diplomatic meeting, he told Clover, "I should have taken back what I said that night immediately, no matter how many people cheered."

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paradoxlemonade · 1 year

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Minecraft Characterization Notes

I've rewatched all the trailers and content I could find/exists (as of November 2022) that contains Steve, Alex, and any of the new characters to take notes on their characterization and quirks :] Information is taken from the playlist of animated trailers in the official Minecraft YouTube channel, caves and cliffs: the musical, and the announcement video from MineCon live. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

First up, Alex. They're first and foremost an explorer, always eager to dive into a new adventure. This manifests as a slight lack of impulse control, but things tend to work out in their favor anyways due to their natural luck. Their hunts give them pretty things to decorate with, feeding their apparent desire for aesthetics. They tend to take on a leadership role in most situations, either by taking charge when exploring with their best friend Steve, or directing the other players. Despite this, they're also a goofball at heart and have a penchant for practical jokes. They seem to have good storytelling skills and talent with redstone.

Next is the original, Steve. They're far more cautious than Alex, which is a good thing given their bouts of both klutziness and misfortune. They often have their head in the clouds and get absorbed into tasks, which results in them startling easily. They're practical by nature and tend to do more by-the-book mining. They love most animals and creatures but are scared of goats. Despite their sweeter, milder nature, they're just as much of a hardened, competent warrior as Alex is (especially when not caught off-guard).

Sunny is the first of the new characters I'll cover. They're a bit reckless but mean well (they heedlessly ran into the deep dark after a chicken). They later recounted this tale as a show of bravado, claiming to have escaped from the warden alive with the chicken (but it's unclear how true that is). Although they seem to enjoy living fast, they also like to slow down and enjoy some time boating on the water (though they may have just been keeping watch for Efe).

Wherever Sunny goes, Efe is sure to be close. They followed Sunny into the deep dark and aided in the recounting, but seemed to mostly play a secondary role in that situation. That's not to say they're any less attracted to danger—we see them fighting a hoard of drowned, using a Trident while underwater to do so. They appear to do this solely for the fun of it as Sunny keeps watch above (perhaps they're not supposed to be this adrenaline-seeking but choose to do so anyways?). Despite their brave nature, they get startled and run from a creeper immediately after. In the chase, they skillfully take to riding a pig at high speeds without a pause to mount up. This shows off their notable athletic prowess.

The last of the new characters to receive significant development is Noor. They're lower-energy than either Sunny or Efe, but not sedate. Their curious nature shines through. They also appear to be more observant than the others, noticing when Steve and Alex came back through the nether portal in the distance as well as the nearby Allay. While they love many creatures (catching a tadpole in a bucket and then later releasing it in a nice location), they have a particular affinity for allays and recall their experiences with the creatures fondly. They tend towards reminiscing and nostalgia. They're a practical person—they brought a bucket and spyglass on their boating trip, not just glowberries to snack on.

The remaining four do not have as many scenes or development, but I will do my best to get as much information from their scenes as possible. (Some of the following may appear to be a stretch for this reason)

The most developed of those who remain is Makena. They're first seen farming as Zuri runs by while being chased. They later show up again with an elytra, making skilled flight maneuvers to return the redstone torch to Alex. Seeing a problem and deciding to help speaks to a helpful and compassionate nature, and their flying abilities show their agile physical abilities.

As previously mentioned, Zuri was running from a creeper. They appear easily startled. Their coordination leaves something to be desired when they're distressed, so they are not likely a warrior.

Ari is another player seen flying with elytra. They accidentally stole Alex's redstone torch but dropped it when trying to activate a rocket to turn around. They appear to mean well but do not have the best hand-eye coordination.

The final character is Kai. Very little is known about them at this time, as their only animated appearance shows them farming. They're slouched over in the introductory promotion image and one might assume they're laid-back or lackadaisical, but that's conjecture at this point.

Someone in the YouTube comments on a reupload of the clip from MineCon Live went through and determined which characters were right or left handed.

[Image ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comment on dark mode. The comment is from SomeBodyKarens1 and has three likes. The comment reads: Freezing the frame on when they are all holding redstone torches (aside from Efe who is on a pig) I believe their dominant hands are as follows.

Zuri: right.

Sunny: Right.

Noor: Left.

Makena: ambidextrous (Even though holding a torch in the right hand, in the scene when running they are holding a bucket in their left).

Kai: right.

Efe: left.

Ari: right. End image ID]

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A/N: Requests from two anons! Have fun with this one, I went to Winter Wonderland in London a few days back and I was like… yeah. Imagine the fun you’d have with Loki there. I mean… that man could be a goofball if only you let him, fight me!

Words: 2244 Warnings: pure winter fluff at its finest

“Alright people, let’s go!” You drew the word out, rubbing your gloved hands together with a happy grin. Christmas was by far your favourite time of the year and this time, you had convinced Thor, Tony, Natasha and Bruce and, get this, Loki himself, to join you at the local Christmas fair. You’d drag them through the whole program: mulled wine, shopping for overpriced Christmas gifts, making them try typical Christmas market food and having them play those dovetailed games where you could win giant teddy bears. Perhaps they’d actually win given they were literal superheroes.

“You are not dressed warmly enough,” Loki said matter-of-factly. With a frown, he stared you up and down, eyeing your winter jacket and lack of a scarf. Your gloves were rather thin too but they would do the job.

“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t get cold that easily. We’ll be near lots of fireplaces and the mulled wine’s gonna give me that extra warmth kick!”

Loki didn’t seem too convinced but he let it slide. To be fair, you were surprised he cared in the first place. Ever since his arrival on Earth, he’d made it very clear he didn’t wish to be here. The Avengers’ hostility didn’t exactly help. You doubted they would still become friends but at least they weren’t trying to rip each other’s throats out anymore. That was a Christmassy step in the right direction, right?

“And where is your scarf?” He continued.

“Yeah, the one I had kind of ripped and I can’t find the other one. I’ll buy a new one at the market, I’ll be fine.”

“Very well…” Loki gave you a barely noticeable nod. When you looked up, you met Thor’s rather confused face. Not just you, buddy.

“Where to first?” Natasha asked. You could tell she was trying her best to not sound too interested in this trip but to be fair, even she was unable to hide her excitement. You grinned.

“Let’s take a stroll and get some mulled wine. Look, they should even have a stall with hot mead somewhere, let’s find it.”

“Hot mead? Viking mead?” Thor tossed in. You nodded, almost bumping into Loki who magically appeared beside you. He had had a point. It was cold. You desperately needed the mulled wine you promised them to keep yourself warm in those thin gloves and non-existent scarf.

The mulled wine stalls were all located right next to each other, with a bunch of fur-covered benches and small bonfires scattered in front of them. Perfect. You pointed at the stall you had mentioned.

“There! ‘Viking Blood’! Sounds promising! I’m gonna get a regular mulled wine though. How many?” Natasha and Bruce had already approached one of the stalls. You shook your head in an amused manner. You’d let those two lovebirds be.

“I’m gonna try the ‘Viking Blood’!” Thor exclaimed loudly. Several people turned their heads, some of them in awe at seeing the God of Thunder at a Christmas market. Loki elicited a similar reaction from people—only they were mainly afraid of what he’d do if they stared at him for too long.

Loki let out a sigh, his breath turning into fog in the cold air. “So will I…”

The good thing about being friends with a millionaire like Tony Stark was that he didn’t give a shit about the money he spent. Two minutes later, the four of you sat down on one of the benches in front of a fire, sipping on your mulled wine and mead.

“How does it taste?” You asked. Thor grinned.

“Reminds me of home. Right, brother?”

Loki nodded. “It is drinkable… for a human-brewed mead anyway.”

“Yeah, he likes it,” Thor said directed at you. You chuckled.

“Let me try. Here, you can take a sip of mine.” Without waiting for his response, you took his paper cup from him and handed him yours. The mead was sweet, tasted like molten honey… in the meantime, Loki took a sip of yours.

“Not bad,” he said. “So is this the point of Christmas markets then? People meet to sit around a fire and drink?”

“Partially,” you responded as you swapped your drinks back, chuckling once more.

“Well, it seems Yule has not changed all too much then, Thor.”

“They still have Christmas trees too!”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “What? What about them?”

“Traditionally, pagan folk would decorate trees with offerings for their gods—for us,” Loki explained. There was an arrogant tone swinging in his voice. You blushed. You hated to admit it sounded rather hot. You took another sip from your mulled wine, enjoying the way it burned down your throat, warming you up from the inside out.

“Right…”

“New religions robbed the pagans of their traditions and turned them into Christian ideals,” he continued.

“Does that mean Odin is Santa Clause then?” Tony asked. You laughed.

“I very much doubt that.”

“Only mortals would fantasise about an overweight man with a long beard breaking into houses through the chimney of all places to leave presents.”

“So you do know what Christmas is about, Reindeer Games.”

Loki sighed and let his gaze wander over the other stalls nearby. There was one in particular he tilted his head at. Raising his eyebrows, he watched a few guests throw balls at metal cans positioned at various places inside the stall to win cute plush toys.

“What are they doing?” He asked, pointing at them.

“It’s a gamble, really. You pay money for a certain number of balls and the more cans you knock off the shelves, the higher the price you win will be. If you miss all of them, you get nothing and lose your money.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“It isn’t. Most of the games are dovetailed, making it super hard to actually win.” Loki gave you an incredulous look that said about as much as challenge accepted. Without another word, he stood, mulled mead still in hand, and marched over to the stall.

You followed suit. Now that you wanted to see.

“You think it’s a good idea to wander around alone with Loki?” Tony asked before you were out of earshot. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You very much doubted he would hurt you. You had given him no reason to do so, after all, and you refused to believe he was “evil”.

Loki handed the stall owner the coins Tony had handed out to you all earlier for this exact purpose, who accepted them with shaking fingers. You pressed your lips together, stifling a laugh while the God of Mischief inspected the cans positioned at different spots. He weighed the first ball in his hand after setting his mulled mead aside, then he threw. The first can got knocked off the shelf immediately. Well… you expected nothing less from a god who threw daggers in fights.

Another ball followed, then another and another. Loki hit every single time, much to the dismay of the stall owner. You could tell he was about to complain that it was unfair that a god would try and cheat the game but you had to admit, Loki won fairly.

“That’s a full house, as I like to call it. You can pick one of the big prizes up here…” He said, pointing at the highest shelf of the stall that was filled with Christmassy teddy bears half your size. Loki’s lips parted. Perhaps he hadn’t exactly thought through that the prize was a plush toy and not the Tesseract or something like that. But then, he turned to you.

“Pick one. I have no use for plush bears.”

“Really?” You bit your lower lip. Oh dear, was that sweet. Loki would be an adorable boyfriend. Wait… wait, had you actually just thought that?

Smiling timidly, you pointed at the dark brown teddy bear with black button eyes and a Christmassy red and green tie. The stall owner handed it to you just when you finished your mulled wine and threw your paper cup in the bin nearby.

“Thank you!”

“Have fun with it.”

“And now what?” Loki asked, looking around a lot more intrigued than you had expected him to.

“You know what? Let Thor and Tony get drunk over there, how about we go on some rides together?”

“You mean these spinning torture machines? You should buy yourself a scarf before you think about getting even colder while being spun around in a metal monstrosity.”

“The mulled wine did its job, Loki. Come on.” The God of Mischief shook his head, muttering a few words under his breath that you couldn’t make out. As soon as he had finished his mulled mead, you dragged him towards the scooter rink and bought a ticket. One. You were desperate to see Loki stir a toy car.

“What are we doing?”

“Car Scooter! Pick one while they’re still empty.”

“They don’t go anywhere but this rink?”

“No…”

“Then what is the point?”

“Come on, Loki, just pick one!”

Loki sighed. “The green one.” Of course. You marched towards it, getting seated (which wasn’t that easy with a giant teddy bear) and draping the makeshift seatbelt around you. The rest of the cars filled up fast.

“The ‘gas’ pedal is down here. Stirring wheel… basically, the point is to drive around, have fun with the music they’re playing and crash into other cars.”

“Crash into other cars?”

“Let’s gooooooooooooo!” The voice of the operator stopped you from responding to him. So instead of explaining, you hit the gas pedal for him. The music started and the round began.

“Go, go, go, go! Quick!”

Loki took a deep breath and gripped the stirring wheel. And damn him, that man was a pro. He averted the others and not a single car managed to crash into your front. Well, that was until someone bumped into you from behind.

You screeched, watching Loki turn the stirring wheel again. He took control of the gas pedal, turning the car to see the culprits.

“Oh, get them, get them!”

Before they could move away, Loki already got to them. You laughed when the impact hit. It was risky but you couldn’t help it—sneakily, you took out your phone and snapped a few pictures of Loki driving the scooter. Thor would never believe you. No one would believe you.

By the time the round was finished, Loki was beaming and smiling. Yes. No one would believe that either.

Five rides later—two roller coasters, a not-so-scary ghost ride, a spinning ride called “Breakdance” and this thing that looked like a spinning top with no seatbelts where you had to hold on to the rails yourself to not fall off as it spun you around—you were certain that Loki was having the time of his life with you. You couldn’t remember the last time that he’d enjoyed himself so much without having to worry about being an Asgardian prince or a cast-out villain who betrayed his own brother out of fear of a purple space tyrant.

“What is that supposed to be?” Loki pointed at a small stall selling sweets with his chin, his blue gaze focused on the candy floss one of the women behind the counter was making.

“Candy floss! Or cotton candy. It’s basically sugar that gets heated up and rapidly spun around a wooden stick to make it look like a cloud. It’s super sweet and melts in your mouth.”

Incredulously, Loki walked over to the stall. You laughed, ordering a green one for him and paying with the last remaining coins Tony had given you.

As soon as the woman behind the counter handed Loki a fresh cloud of candy floss, he dug his fingers into the sticky and soft sugar. The sound he made was without a doubt approval.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You can’t just run off like that. Especially you, Reindeer Games, I don’t trust you.”

“I’m fine, Tony, really. We had fun.”

“That sounds unbelievable but alright. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into an ice sculpture yet,” Tony remarked, shaking his head when he noticed you still hadn’t bought a new scarf.

“No, like… it’s really weird. I don’t feel cold at all anymore. It’s like I’m wearing invisible winter clothes.” Loki looked away, averting your gaze. Your lips parted. “It’s you! Are you… did you cast a spell to keep me warm?”

“This sad excuse for winter garments would have frozen to death, even more so with those rides you dragged me on.”

You blinked. That was… that was so sweet. You smiled, giving him a hug which, after stiffening for a second, he reciprocated, albeit hesitantly. “Thank you, Loki.”

He nodded when you pulled away again. When you looked over at Thor, he had that surprised look on his face again.

“Alright…” he began, “I could do with another mulled mead, what about you?”

“Absolutely!”

“You were just about to buy yourself a scarf, were you not, my dear?” The strict and demanding tone in his voice made your heart jump. You blushed, stifling the giggle that fought its way up your throat.

“Yeah… let’s do that first. And then another mulled wine before we head home.” Loki nodded, satisfied with your answer. And as you strolled over to the stalls in question, you scooped up your courage and interlaced your fingers with his. Loki didn’t pull away.

A/N: That one was so much fun to write!

Also, my first novel is coming out in ten freaking days! FINALLY! Check out my pinned post on my blog for more details! ♥

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ageofhearingloss · 11 months

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Orion ⎮ Danny Wagner x Reader

summary: after a relaxing day off work, danny surprises you with your favorite activity: stargazing

warnings: absolutely none, it's pure fluffy fluff

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i've been haunted by delusions of daniel being a sweet goofball recently, so i thought i'd write them down for you. did i hurt my own feelings even more? sure did, so enjoy hehheh! also i hardly edited this so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. also also i have that they all still live in michigan even though they're in the studio recording starcatcher so just ignore that too xoxoxo

You were lost in your book, the minutes turning into hours and you hadn’t realized that the sun had set. A single floor lamp and a few candles illuminated the room, allowing you to continue reading. It had been storming nearly all day; early springtime in the Midwest was notorious for these gloomy days that would turn the air crisp only for the clouds to part to reveal a beautiful, clear night sky. It had been a perfect day to curl up with a good book and a piping hot cup of tea, and that’s precisely what you had done.

A day off was a rarity for you, and you were more than enthusiastic to spend the day at home. You had a perfectly lazy day: Danny had left the house long before you woke in the morning, and you got to indulge in the luxury of being able to sleep in a little bit, used to being forced awake at the crack of dawn to get to the cafe. You vaguely remember him giving you a peck on the forehead before bringing the blankets up close to your neck, something he always relished doing. He had admired how peaceful you looked and hoped the extra hours of sleep would ease the deep purple that had become commonplace beneath your bright eyes.

After waking, you took your time in the shower, scrubbing your hair and letting the stream of water and dense steam relieve the tension in your shoulders. Your job had forced you into being an early bird, so you tried to not let the guilt of starting your day at 11am get to you. Besides, it was rainy and chilly and your first day off in nine days, a recipe for you to relax.

When you sauntered into the kitchen, you found one of Danny’s infamous notes on a scratch piece of paper lying on the counter:

“Went to the studio with the guys, be back later tonight. I prepped your iced coffee, it’s in the fridge. Take it easy today. Can’t wait to see you. Love you, my angel.”

Padding over to the fridge, you saw your huge mason jar filled with chilled espresso and you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. You and Danny had been together for four years now, but you had known him and the Kiszka's since high school. It wasn’t long before you moved in together; everything about your relationship with Danny felt natural. In the back of your mind, you had been preparing yourself for the day that the honeymoon phase ended, but rather you two had settled into a comfortable, easy routine that was still full of romance but lacked the anxiety of being in a new relationship. Sure, you two bickered every once in a while, but you worked well together and your conflict resolution abilities were unmatched.

So, you heeded his advice; you took it easy. And now, you found it to be 8pm, nose buried in your book with a cup of steaming tea beside you on the coffee table, oblivious to the sound of keys jingling in the lock and the front door opening and closing.

You hummed noncommittally, too engrossed in your book when the couch dipped next to you and Danny’s large hands ran up and down your legs before lifting them up and laying them across his lap.

“Your book is that good, huh?”

You finally blinked, marking the page in your book by closing it on your finger. He was looking at you with those huge gorgeous brown eyes you adored so much, a humorous smirk dancing on his lips.

“Sorry baby, I hardly registered you coming home.” You sat up to give him a kiss on the cheek, tucking one of his stray tendrils behind his ear. “But yeah, the book is really good.” Shutting the book completely and laying it on the coffee table, you turned back to give your boyfriend your full attention. “So what happened at the studio today? Did you guys finish up recording that new song?” You asked as you carefully picked up your mug of tea and brought it to your lips.

“I’ll tell you all about it in the car, c’mon,” he said with amusement lacing his voice.

“The car?”

“Yeah, angel, it’s such a beautiful night. Let’s go for a drive.”

These nighttime drives were a tradition of yours. Whenever either of you had a shitty day, you’d hop in the car and drive for hours. When neither of you could fall asleep, you’d let the gentle hum of the road relax you. So, you set down your mug and eagerly jumped off the couch with a grin on your face, excitement in your eyes as you told him you were going to put something warmer on.

In your bedroom, you pulled on a knit vintage sweater he had gifted you on the first birthday you shared together. You could hear him busy in the kitchen, surely grabbing whatever he could find for a makeshift picnic even though neither of you had gone grocery shopping recently. When you entered the kitchen, clad in the sweater and a heavy pair of sweatpants with your hair tied up in a messy nest atop your head, he gathered you up in his arms and began peppering kisses all over your face. You couldn’t help but laugh and squirm in his arms, causing him to giggle and hold you tighter to his body.

“You’re so damn cute, you know I can’t resist when you wear that sweater.”

Your laughter increased and became uncontrollable as his kisses halted in exchange for pinching your sides, knowing how incredibly ticklish you were. You were no match for his strong arms around your body, so you resorted to whatever way you could defend yourself. In between giggles, you positioned your face in the crook of his neck, planting the biggest raspberry against his skin that you could muster. He yelped, loosening his grip on you slightly and you wiggled from his grasp, racing to the opposite side of the kitchen in a fit of hysteric giggles. You two were gasping for air, you were laughing so hard, and soon he was chasing you around the kitchen table with a devilish smile and a twinkle in his eye, promising that he was going to get you back.

Finally, you got the upper hand, lunging for him and digging your fingers into his sides, effectively tickling him just like how he had done to you. He threw his head back as a boisterous laugh escaped his lips, something that only happened when he thought something was incredibly funny. You watched with delight as his eyes slammed shut, his nose wrinkling and his smile forcing those little crinkles to form at the corners of his eyes. You adored him, and you adored these little moments you got to share with someone who you truly felt was your soulmate.

Eventually, the laughter died down and you backed off your attack in favor of wrapping your arms around his torso, him encasing you once again in a bear hug. The two of you caught your breath, and you held your head to his chest as you heard his heartbeat slow into its regular pace. It finally settled, and when it did, you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

“Truce?” you whispered as he met your eyes with a half-lidded, dreamy stare.

“Yeah alright, truce.” He smirked, letting one of his arms unwrap from you so he could lift your chin with a single finger.

Danny leaned down in what you assumed would be a kiss, so you closed your eyes expectantly, waiting for the contact. But when it didn’t come, you cracked an eye open just in time to see that devilish smile reappear on his face as he sucked in a big breath through his mouth and quickly connected his lips with yours, planting a giant, sloppy raspberry right on your mouth. Your eyes were blown wide before you brought your hands to his chest, playfully pushing him off you.

“Hey!” You laughed out, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. “I called a truce!” The two of you were in stitches again, tears beginning to brim his eyes as he clutched his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He choked out between laughs, “But now we’re even!”

“Okay, okay, we’re even. Now come on, I remember being promised a drive.”

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The evenings were still fairly cold considering it was April, so you and Danny had thrown a couple blankets in the backseat along with the small cooler filled with a couple snacks. You didn’t think there was a plan; the two of you had been caught plenty of times wishing that you had a blanket to sit on or food to eat during your excursions, so you had learned to be prepared just in case. Danny, on the other hand, was planning on taking you to your favorite spot for stargazing. It was in the middle of a field off an abandoned road, and the spot would’ve freaked you out if he wasn't always with you. There were no street lamps or shops nearby to give off light pollution, so you could see everything in the sky all more clearly. You two hadn’t been to your spot since the fall; the snow on the roads making it nearly impossible to safely get to the location. But now the snow was gone and the night sky was clear, and he knew that it was the perfect evening for it.

Cozy in the passenger seat while he drove, you asked about his day. He told you that him and the guys had gotten through nearly a whole day in the studio without fighting, and the thing that finally set Jake off was that Sam had smoked his last cigarette without asking.

“Once that fight broke out, I took it as my cue to leave,” he said with a fond smile. “I love those idiots but damn, I was really hoping for one day without them at each other's throat.”

“It sounds like today was some sort of record, though. Who knows,” you pondered, “maybe next week you’ll all be able to make it through an entire day.”

He hummed in agreement, familiar silence filling the car for a few moments before you asked,

“And the new song…?”

“Oh yeah!” His smile widened as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to you while his eyes were still on the road.

“Should be the first recording in my voice memos. Plug my phone in.” You unlocked his phone and found the recording titled “sacred the thread final” before plugging it into the AUX cord.

You hit play and was immediately met with an invigorating drum intro with heavy reverb, something you hadn’t heard from the guys before. Your smile grew wider the more you listened; you couldn’t believe how much their sound had evolved and how much they’ve grown as musicians, both individually and as a band. Danny kept stealing glances at you from the corners of his eyes, happy and relieved that you were enjoying what you heard. You let your eyes fall shut as Josh’s voice washed over you,

I see me through colors, gems, and trims,

Unravel the glow that was once dim,

In that moment, all you felt was pride for your boyfriend and your friends. Their talent blew you away time and time again, and getting to watch them create melodies and tell stories through their craft was a privilege you still couldn’t believe you had.

The song ended and you opened your eyes, a smile still plastered to your face.

“Dan, it’s incredible. It’s so different but is still completely your sound, I love it,” you gushed, your hands waving animatedly in front of you as you spoke.

“I thought you’d like it, we’re all really proud of it.” His smile was bashful; he was always so modest with his work.

“So, what’s it about?”

“Well,” he began, brows knitting together as spoke, “Josh says it’s about his jumpsuits, but to me it’s all about finding yourself.” He paused, combing his fingers through his hair before resuming. “You know, all four of us have really come into our own in the past couple years. I think, in a way, we’ve all found ourselves. Remember way back when Josh was really shy and a little awkward on stage? Then the jumpsuits happened and now he’s a totally different guy. So much more confident and charismatic when he sings on stage. I think the same has happened to me, Sam, and Jake, too.”

You agreed; within the past couple years, you watched Danny and his brothers morph into new men, solidifying their sound and finding their new looks. It made your heart swell to think about, but it was true. These weren’t the same men you had met all those years ago.

“I love it,” you repeated, nodding to emphasize your point. “I’m really proud of you guys.”

“Thanks, angel. We’ve still got a ways to go in finishing the album, but it’s a good start.” He brought a hand to rest on your knee. “Now play some tunes, would you? I’m kinda sick of hearing myself play.”

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An excited gasp fell from your lips as you began piecing together where you were going. You turned in your seat to look at him; your excitement mirroring one of a child who got a surprise trip to McDonald’s.

“Are we-” you began to ask, your thought trailing off as you looked back out the window, the familiar outlines of the barns and silos passing you by.

He chuckled, amused by how enthusiastic you were even though he knew that this was the reaction he’d receive from you.

“We sure are. I heard that there’s a really slim chance we’d be able to see the northern lights tonight, and I thought that’d be a perfect reason for the first stargazing session of the year.”

Soon, he pulled off into a small dirt road and drove for another half mile before killing the engine and turning the headlights off. You were already unbuckling your seatbelt and hopping out of the car, your neck craned back to look at the millions of stars dancing around in the indigo sky. He smiled to himself; he loved observing you when you were participating in something you were passionate about. How your eyes lit up, how you began talking with your hands, how your smile reached from ear to ear, he loved it all.

Entranced by the sight above you, you vaguely heard Danny open the door to the backseat, grabbing the blankets and cooler before shutting it and making his way to the front of the car. He set the items on the hood of the car before bringing a blanket to you and wrapping you in it, ushering you to the hood of the car. You sat down, sliding yourself further up the hood as you watched him wrap himself in a blanket of his own before joining you. Once he was beside you, you snuggled yourself closer to his side and let out a content sigh through your nose. You couldn’t have thought of a better way to end your much-needed day off.

“Alright, gorgeous, tell me about the constellations. I know you’re holding out on me.”

You turned to meet his gaze again as you prepared to speak, but his appearance stunned you back into silence. Only illuminated by moonlight and stars, he looked so beautiful, his eyes sparkling and his features stoic. You couldn’t help yourself but lean into him, pressing your lips to his in a short, yet meaningful kiss. He was smiling as you pulled away,

“What was that for?”

“Oh nothing,” you shrugged, “I guess I just love you or something like that.”

He chuckled softly as he watched your gaze return to the sky. After a few beats of silence, you spoke up,

“I showed you the constellations last time we were out here, don’t tell me you forgot it all already,” you jested with an eyebrow raised.

“That was in the fall, though. Doesn’t the sky change with the seasons?”

“Fair point,” you smiled as you looked around the sky, trying to locate your favorite constellation that was only visible during winter and early spring. Once you spotted it, you lifted your finger to point it out.

“Okay, over there, do you see that rectangle of stars?” You tried to trace them with your finger so he would catch on. He grumbled briefly, shaking his head no before sliding himself further up and then sweeping one of his legs behind you, situating you between his legs so your back was flush with his chest. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder so he was as close as he possibly could be to see what you saw through your eyes.

“Try again,” he whispered into your ear before pressing a light kiss to your temple. You brought your other arm to hold the ones that were wrapped tightly around you as you brought your other to point out the stars again.

“Do you see them now?”

“Yeah, I think so!” He brought his own hand up to point out the stars himself, you nodding in confirmation that he had correctly located them.

“That’s Orion, he’s my favorite.” You explained the Greek myth to Danny, him listening to you intently. You could feel him nod against your shoulder to show his understanding, asking questions when he needed clarification.

“So, the rectangle makes up his shoulders and legs, but within that, do you see those three bright stars making a diagonal line?” He whispered a soft “mhmm” before you continued,

“That’s his belt. And then those smaller stars pointing straight down from his belt-”

“That’s his dick, right?” He interrupted.

You playfully pushed back into his chest, “No, smartass, that’s his sword!”

“Is that not what I just said?”

You both erupted into laughter for the second time that night, both of you incredibly comfortable and content in each other's company and enjoying every second of it.

Finally, you had broken into the cooler for the snacks, the two of you sharing a block of cheese and crackers as you pointed out the rest of the constellations you knew in the spring night sky. Soon enough, you ran out of things to show him, so he asked you about your day and what was happening in your book. You couldn’t believe that you got to be there with him; four years later and you were still in shock that you got to call him yours.

Conversation slowed to comfortable silence, and once you were finished snacking, you both laid back onto the hood of the car and snuggled into one another, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets. You began to feel sleepy, but there was no way you would miss out on this time with him.

“You know,” you began, voice just above a whisper, “you’re my favorite person.”

You meant it; you’d only heard of love like this in movies and fairy tales and even though your relationship with Daniel had its flaws now and then, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Getting to date your best friend was something you only dreamt of, and with each passing day you felt more grateful that it was true.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he stuck his arm up and gestured to the sky,

“I knew this would put me over the top.”

~fin

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Four (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Here’s Part Four for those of you who still remember Big Red and his buddy Croc.

Again, as I’ve said at the start of all of these chapters, this is NOT a yautja fanfic. They’re basically yautja to look at, but otherwise they’re just aliens I’ve made up that are inspired by all things predator.

Contents: touch starved, gender and body neutral reader, getting some phyiscal contact that could be taken as borderline nsfw, Big Red showing he’s actually a huge softie and a bit of a goofball, discussion of casual/platonic sex between friends, continued ‘there was only one bed’ trope, with a side of ‘huddling for warmth’ and ‘it’s stormy outside’, and just a touch of miscommunication between species... Wordcount: 3654

Catch up here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw)

Big Red stood for a moment, crouched in the doorway, and then his shoulders dropped and he chuckled softly. “Alright.”

With your muddy boots tucked away against the wall on one side of the room and your coat dripping quietly in the corner, you crossed to the mattress and slid in beneath the fleecy blanket atop it. It was still warm. “Did you get out of bed specifically to come and get me?” you asked, moved by the gruff alien’s continuing kindness towards you.

Red looked up and nodded. “Yes. The storm was getting… stronger. Your tent would not be… enough to protect you… if a tree came down.” It had already brought one down nearby, and you shuddered as you thought of a second crashing through your tent and crushing you.

He still spoke in the rough, grinding way to which you had become accustomed from both of them, but there was a growing assurance in the way that both he and Croc articulated their words, as though they were gaining a little familiarity with the alien syllables of your language, now that they were speaking with a real human. You wondered if he’d ever met another human, and stowed the thought away to ask him when it wasn’t the middle of the night and you were a bit more awake.

With the futuristic, metal lantern placed attentively on the floor near the mattress, Big Red tugged on the compartment door with his clawed hands and dragged it down manually, since the panel beside it was dark and unresponsive, and instantly the racket of the storm all but disappeared, save for the occasional creak and groan of the crashed ship. The tension left you with a soft exhale, and the room was plunged into stark shadow and contrast from the lantern on the ground.

Big Red then carefully wiped his body down and then cleaned the mud off his taloned feet with a piece of fabric near the doorway, and finally paused beside the mattress and cocked his head at you. In the bluish light of the lantern, his bone mask should have looked intimidating, but now it seemed to have a kindly cast to it, though that could just as easily have been the jaunty angle of his head and the way his already hunched shoulders dropped as if to show he was no threat.

“Come on, big guy,” you laughed, lifting the blanket at the corner.

“Are you… sure about this?” he asked, staying where he was. “I do not mind sleeping… on the floor.”

Nodding, you said, “I’m not gonna ask you to sleep on the floor after you’ve let me sleep in your bed. I don’t mind sharing.”

Red knelt carefully, claws clicking softly on the hard metal floor, and as he lay down beside you, the huge size of him relative to you became abundantly obvious again. His small mattress was only just wide enough for the two of you, and while you shuffled back a little to give him as much room as possible, he reached over and tapped the base of the lantern, plunging the whole room into darkness.

It was only then, in the absolute, pitch blackness, with the slight wheezing and clicking of his natural breathing patterns, that you realised exactly what you were doing, and a thrill of fear went through you. You had essentially just locked yourself in a small metal box with a powerful alien being.

On the next inhale, Red froze. In the dark you heard him carefully scenting the air before he chuffed the air out of his lungs again, sounding oddly like a tiger. “The dark… frightens you?” he rasped. Could he smell your fear? “Or is it… me?”

At his concern, at the harmonic of distress in his tone, you sighed and the anxiety retreated. “No. I’m sorry. You don’t scare me.”

He lay down on his back, you guessed, and you shuffled a little closer. For a minute or so, you tried to get comfortable, but the mattress had no pillow though, and you weren’t used to lying completely flat.

“You are… troubled?” he asked after another wiggle ended in a sigh and continuing discomfort on your part.

“I’m sorry,” you groaned. “After everything you’ve been through, you’re probably exhausted.” After a concerted effort to stay still, you were almost crawling out of your own skin in no time, and you finally caved in favour of another shuffle.

Beside you, the soft, concerned clicking sound made you pause. “Are you uncomfortable? You are still cold,” he commented.

“You can tell that?”

“I can see it,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and you did go still at last. “Of course. I forgot,” you whispered. “You know, I can’t see anything at all in the dark. You could take your mask off if you wanted.”

A steady breath was all the answer you got until he lifted his arm and a second later you heard the clunk of the heavy mask being set down on the metal floor. “Is… Is there something I can do to warm you?”

Oh, a good few things careered unbidden through your mind at that question, but you chased them away with a mental broomstick, and shuffled a little closer. “Can I touch you?”

Again, he clicked softly, but a second later he croaked, “Yes.”

With a searching hand, you found the many ridges of his abdomen, and let your palm skate across the cool, hard skin. It wasn’t like human skin; more like burnished leather. “Would it be ok to put my head on your shoulder?”

“Yes,” he said again, his voice unexpectedly rough.

His body wasn’t exactly warm, but it wasn’t like you were cuddling a block of granite either, for all that his muscles were hard and his torso solid.

With each inhale, you heard a soft wheeze, though it didn’t sound unhealthy. With all the hardware around his mouth and the membranous skin that stretched between his mandibles, you supposed it was natural. You hoped he didn’t snore though. His soft palate had also looked, well, soft, and the pits above his mouth were not for breathing, but for sensing heat. He couldn’t turn that ability off even if he tried, and you wondered exactly what he was seeing now without his mask, and how he saw you when it was on. Croc didn’t seem all that bothered about not having his mask, but Red really didn’t want to be seen without it, and you wondered why. Was it really that he thought you unworthy of the honour?

It got you thinking about their differences, and whether it was because they hailed from different planets, or whether their cultural differences stemmed from biological differences. Was his and Croc’s friendship unusual for their two species, or perfectly common?

It didn’t seem like your brain was going to stop working for a while so you shuffled a tiny bit and turned your face towards his in the dark. “Red, can I ask you something?”

He paused before answering. “‘Red’?”

You frowned, taken off-guard by his confusion. “Yeah, ‘Big Red’. The… The name I gave you…?”

“You… You also gave… me a name?” he whispered, sounding shocked.

“Of course I did,” you blurted, lifting your head off his shoulder and looking in his direction, even though you couldn't see his face. When he didn’t say anything, you laid your head back down a moment later with your heartbeat thudding wildly for some reason. “Did you think I’d only named Croc and not you?” you asked in a small, tight voice. “That I’ve just been thinking of you as ‘the other guy’?”

The tiniest movement of his shoulder suggested a shy shrug. “Why ‘Big Red’?”

You gave a little, amused snort. “Because you’re big and red,” you snorted, and he laughed in his own way too. “Well, I met Croc first, and he’s green…ish. Then you came thundering out of the trees at me and became the ‘red alien’. You’re not exactly red, but ‘the pretty coloured ochre and dark red alien’ was too long, so… yeah. You’re bigger than Croc too. Hence… ‘Big Red’.”

His right arm tightened impulsively around your shoulders and he drew you close to him for a second. Your heart nearly stopped beating at the extra contact, and you allowed yourself the luxury of rolling over a little more to lie with your whole front pressed along his right side. Your feet barely came down to his knees.

A long, decadent sigh rolled out of you and all the muscles of your body went slack. Now you were comfortable.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and you shivered openly at the teasing brush of his mandibles over the crown of your head.

“Are you ok with the name?”

“You think my colour… pretty?” he asked.

He sounded oddly moved — perhaps even astonished — and a thousand more questions about his species and their variations boiled up again. You managed to keep them back, if only to stop yourself waking up too much. It was still the middle of the night after all. “Don’t tell Croc, but yes. Is that… ok?”

He laughed, his chest and all his numerous abdominals leaping with sudden and quiet mirth. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, that is ‘ok’. What did you want to ask me?”

“Oh… I was going to ask if…” you flushed as your question formed itself properly in your mind. “…if you and Croc are… you know… together. You seem… affectionate… physically.”

That seemed to puzzle Red and he took a moment to digest what you’d asked. “No,” he said slowly, sounding perplexed. “No, we are not… mated. If that is what you mean?”

“Is being mated like being married?” You wondered if he had enough context for that question, but he seemed to have done his homework before arriving on Earth because he made a little so-so motion with his head, jostling you gently where you still lay with his arm around your shoulders.

His claws began playing idly along your shoulder and then he moved his hand down, seemingly unaware of what he was doing, to rest at your waist where you had turned on your side against his. You shivered again as his claws lifted the fabric of your sweater and base layer and began to trail over your bare skin. There was no doubt now that you were warming up, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

“Yes and no,” he said after a minute. “When we mate, we create a bond that lasts forever. Females may take more than one mate at a time — usually males — but males will only form a bond once in their life.”

“So the girls get to have more than one boyfriend?” you asked. “Lucky them. Doesn’t seem fair on the guys though.”

He laughed. “A female’s mates tend to enjoy each other’s company too, though they may not always indulge in sex. She usually chooses males who are likely to get along well.”

“Is that… Is that the situation with you and Croc then?” you asked, equal parts baffled and curious about their culture.

You weren’t about to ask if they had sex together, but apparently Red wasn’t at all squeamish about the topic and said, “No. We are both unmated, though — like most males who form a squad like ours — sex is natural between friends. From what I have learned, this is not always the case for humans?”

You shook your head, while also trying carefully not to imagine him and Croc having sex. It didn’t work and you moved your hips a little.

Red inhaled subtly, but not subtly enough to escape your notice, and you groaned, suspecting again that he could smell the changes in your body.

“That kind of intimacy is not for everyone.”

“Sex is normally reserved for… mated couples then?” he asked.

You hummed. “Not necessarily. It’s complicated, and different in every culture.”

“Humans are confusing,” he sighed and you barked a laugh.

“That I will agree with.” After a pause for an expansive yawn, you asked, “What are your females like? You make them sound like they’re… in charge?”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “They are… bigger than males… More powerful, more aggressive, and taller, with larger crests on their heads and thicker —” he clicked something in his own language and then made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t find a suitable word in translation “— these,” he said, and nuzzled his head gently against yours so that his ‘braids’ brushed against you.

You reached your hand up towards his face but he flinched away suddenly and you withdrew. “Sorry. I wasn’t going to touch your face,” you said.

He grunted a quick apology and stayed still. You let your fingers search up the side of his neck until you found the smooth, cylindrical appendages that spread out around him like dreadlocks made of hard, slightly flexible rubber. The moment your fingertips brushed one, he sucked in a breath and bucked softly. His claws pricked your waist as he tightened his grip on you reflexively.

“They’re sensitive?” you asked, faltering, heartbeat quickening.

“Very.”

“Should I not…? Do you want me not to touch?”

He exhaled roughly, twice, and then shook his head. “Please…” he hissed.

“Please touch?”

Red nodded.

Deciding not to stress him out by trying to touch his face, no matter how much you wanted to run your fingertips over those delicate-looking mandibles, you focused for a while on his ‘braids’, running your fingertips up and down the length of them, and when you got right to the root, running your touch around the base where they grew out from his scalp, he bucked upwards again and hissed.

“You sure you’re alright with this?” you asked in an awestruck whisper.

“If… If it does not make you… uncomfortable.”

You shook your head. “I think you’re beautiful, Red.” There. You’d said it. The alien species who had first arrived on earth five years ago, and which humans had been studying ever since, were strange, powerful, and potentially extremely dangerous, but you found them undeniably beautiful. Especially Red.

A long, clicking, purr left him at that, and he rumbled something in his own language and pulled you tight to his chest. Like a huge cat, he continued to purr while you touched him all across his chest, and began to learn the contours of his strange, stunning body. He had no nipples, but his pecs were particularly sensitive around his collarbones and the textured hollow of his throat, and all the while you touched him, he lay there, passive and almost submissive to your wandering hands, purring constantly.

His right hand, however, did start to explore you before too long, and as he snuck it up once more beneath your base layer and spread his fingers wide, pressing the rough pads against your spine and ribs, claws just touching your skin, you gasped and your mind went blank for a second.

“You… You do not like that?” he asked, his hand lifting a little.

“No!” you exhaled. “No, I love it. Don’t stop. God, I can’t remember the last time someone touched me, that’s all.”

Strangely, that admission seemed to distress him.

He crooned and shifted beneath you, and then turned onto his side, pushing you gently over to form the little spoon with your head now resting on his right bicep. He nuzzled your head with his, and this time when you felt his mandibles against your ear for a second, your brain short-circuited for a second. His left hand skated all over you, from your neck down your back, moving over the top of your clothes to start with until he got his fingers beneath the material again and repeated the gesture up your spine.

He moved the flat of his hand over your stomach and up your chest until you were gasping and pushing your body back against his.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“It’s… It’s good,” you rasped, almost panting. Pleasure sparked and fired all across your nervous system, and not all of it was sexual. The sheer joy of just being held by someone, being seen, being appreciated, almost moved you to tears. “Oh my God… Red… thank you.” You hissed.

“Shh,” he crooned, and then began to purr once again. As the vibrations of it rumbled through his chest and melted into your back, you could have cried. “That’s it,” he smiled. “I can… I can taste how much your body needs this. You… You are like us,” he said. “If we are not touched, we change… We close down…”

“Is this why you sleep with Croc?” you blurted, half laughing.

“Of course,” he said. “And —” he chittered a series of clicks that you thought sounded like a name.

“Your other crew mate?”

He nodded.

“Together?”

“Sometimes,” he said, still touching everywhere he could reach without taking too many liberties. “He and Croc more though. I am their captain, though we… we grew up together at the training facility — barracks. We were all friends.”

All the while he spoke, he didn't stop touching you, but he slowed his pace down and eventually moved to stroke your head with his left hand. He raked his claws tenderly over your scalp and you shuddered and keened helplessly.

“Humans are so… fragile,” he whispered. “I am afraid of hurting you.”

“We can be pretty tough as well,” you murmured. Your skin was buzzing but your mind was finally going quiet around the edges as he held you in his arms and continued to purr against you. Yes, you were more aroused than you had been in… probably years? But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed. Not while he was holding you like that.

“I know you can be,” he said. “You are out here alone. You were brave to seek us out. Not all of my kind would have welcomed you.”

“You call holding me up by my throat a ‘welcome’?” you snickered sleepily and then yawned again. It must have been some time around two in the morning.

He clicked a little rebuke that sounded more like a laugh. “I had been shot out of my own ship,” he said. “I was still looking for it when I found a human crouched over Croc, with his blood on the air. What was I supposed to think?”

“Fair enough. And thanks for, you know, not killing me on sight.”

Red chuckled, nuzzled your head once more and then rumbled, “Sleep. It is late and you are tired.”

“Mmm.”

You didn’t notice sleep reaching for you, but you drifted off while he continued to stroke your hair and hold you close to him beneath the warm fabric of his blanket.

A clang and rumble of metal woke you with a start, and for a horrible, lurching second you had no idea where you were or what was happening. A heartbeat later, while adrenaline still pumped through your body, you looked up over your shoulder to find Croc leaning in through the door to the room, his mandibles flared wide with gleeful amusement, and he clicked something at you in his language that made you think he was gently ribbing both of you.

Big Red came awake slowly behind you, and the arm that was still tightly wrapped around your waist clenched tightly, pulling you against the slight curve of his reclining body. Out of sight, his mandibles stroked the back of your neck, the clawed points raking tenderly across your skin, and then, like you, he had a sudden realisation of what was going on. He let go of you, and turned to hiss something obscene over his shoulder at Croc. That only made his friend roar with laughter and he let go of the door, allowing it to fall back into place with a clang, plunging the room into complete darkness.

“Your friend mocking you for sleeping with the pathetic little human?” you asked, trying not to feel too dejected.

“No,” he said. “He is mocking me for sleeping like a mated male in hostile territory. Are you rested?”

“You know what? I actually am,” you laughed, rolling to lie on your back while he sat up. His words — ‘mated male’ — echoed around your mind, but you didn’t know how to begin to explore that with him.

From the way he moved, you suspected Big Red was putting on his mask again, and when he rose and yanked open the door, jostling it until it stayed open like the upper and lower jaws of a great, metal mouth, you blinked and stretched. Red stood there, hunched over with his big, stooped shoulders ready to keep the door open for you while you got out. Stiff and tired after a short night, you levered yourself to your feet, put your now-dry boots back on, and slung your anorak over one arm.

“Thanks,” you smiled up at him.

As you passed beneath the doorway, you reached out and brushed the palm of your hand across his solid, lean middle in a quiet display of gratitude. His abs jumped slightly under your touch. “I didn’t realise how much I needed that last night.”

Even with the mask on, it was easy enough to read the humble pleasure in his body. He inclined his head like a gentleman and rumbled a happy little purr at you, mandibles clicking and moving gently. At the sight of them, you ached to feel them against your skin once more, and sighed as a thrum of fresh arousal shivered through you.

Red’s mandibles opened a fraction and he rumbled a soft growl.

Interpreting that as a warning against overstepping, and a dismissal, you swallowed thickly and moved off into the sunny morning.

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Friends look out for friends right?

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1908

Summary: Benny recalls how he and Diana first met. Living arrangements are discussed in addition to why Benny ended up in jail last night.

Warning: questionable karaoke choices, a few thots, Benny cooking, more pining, reference to a fight and jail

Notes: A slow burn with Friends to lovers. I enjoy writing them. I need to fit in tacos for @musings-of-a-rose just because. She knows why. 🤣

Main Masterlist/ Benny Miller Masterlist/ Come away with me Angel Series

Benny thought back to when he first met Diana while he cooked breakfast the next morning:

Six months ago at the Saucy Cantina. It was karaoke night and none of the guys would sing with him. He even chose ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ one that the four of them would know, but none of them would sing with him. He wasn’t sure if it was just the three beers he had but he wanted to belt out a tune. There were three women near the sing book when he walked over, two of them were looking at a Beyonce song - she doesn’t have a bad one so that’s a safe choice. But the third woman who’s dark hair touched passed her shoulders was studying a page intently. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up, her honey brown eyes stared at him and he watched her baby pink lips move as she spoke, “Yes, did you wanna see the book?” Benny shook his head and asked what song she was thinking of doing. “You’ll laugh, but I was thinking of ‘Rich Girl’ or ‘Diamonds.’” She said, setting her finger on each song.

“Those two are pretty different. I was thinking of a song too but my brothers over there are buzzkills and don’t wanna join me.” He grinned, his eyes a little glassy from the beer. She chuckled and nodded, explaining that she had been outvoted and it looked like her and her friends were going to be singing Beyonce tonight.

“We don’t have to sing what they want to you know. I’ll sing ‘Rich Girl’ with you if you’ll sing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ with me, Angel.” He offered a hand outstretched as he hopped up on stage. Fish tapped Pope and Will, pointing toward the small stage at the back of the bar. The woman who he would later come to know as Diana took his hand and hopped up on stage with him. Benny remembered that he didn’t let go of her hand the entire time on the stage as they sang the Hall and Oats song and danced, swaying their hips and stomping their feet in tune with the music. It earned them a standing ovation and they got a second when they finally sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ in which there were some squeals because neither of them could hit those notes and they may have had a round of shots in between numbers. Benny invited all three girls over to the table and kept Angel as he called her, next to him as they chatted and drank. Will and Fish noticed how Benny kept holding onto her hand, like she might bolt, but she didn’t seem to mind. When the girls went to the bathroom, they teased him about getting a girlfriend of karaoke. Benny told them to shut it and that she was just really nice, but he knew then he wouldn’t be alright with not knowing her name and noting seeing her again.

Over the course of the night, he learned her name Diana and she told him his, Benjamin, but to please call him Benny, no one calls him his full name. They exchanged phone numbers and he made sure to text her to check if she got home okay and to see if she wanted lunch. One would have thought that he’s asked her out on a date but it wasn’t, just brunch. It was fun and no pressure. It helped a lot that Benny was a goofball and that Diana liked telling bad jokes. It’s been great for the last six months, towing the line between friends and something more and easy, so very easy.

This morning, Diana woke up and had a headache. What should she do? Moving in with her mother would be the more reasonable of the two options, but could she stand living with the woman again? Especially now that she was being effectively kicked out because her roommate found a man and she hadn’t.

Benny was up off the couch and had folded the blanket. He was making some eggs and toast when he saw Diana walk out in a loose black tank top and pink shorts that bunched between her legs from her thighs rubbing together. Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them to adjust to the bright light. They went wide when she saw Benny in her kitchen, shirtless in his jeans and no socks, his hair was down and coasting along the back of his neck. She sometimes forgets how tall and broad he is. No…she knows. She tried to forget, because if she thinks about it, she do that before bed again.

“What the hell Benny..?”

“Damn Diana, that’s not what I expected. I thought I’d at least get a ‘thanks’ or a ‘good morning’, no hospitality.” He turned with a wide grin, holding a spatula in one hand. Diana cleared her throat and took a few steps forward on the cold floor to make sure she wasn’t having another dream about the younger Miller again. It turned out she was not and he really was making her breakfast in her apartment.

“I-I didn’t expect you to be making breakfast. Thank you. I was just surprised. I didn’t think you could cook.” Diana walked over and leaned on the counter, her breasts were pushed together from her crossed arms as she watched him scrambling eggs in her frying pan. “Did you want me to start some bacon or toast?” She asked, Benny turned to answer her but was greeted by her ample cleavage that was exposed. Toward the scoop of her tank top, it looked like he might just be able to see the cusp of something. He’s not supposed to be thinking about that they’re friends. Benny wonders from time to time and feels guilty because of how close he keeps Diana. He swallowed the spit that had gathered in his mouth and nodded.

“Sure, make both. I’ll eat what you don’t. You like onions and peppers in your eggs right?” Benny asked, drizzling some on half of the eggs, Diana agreed and took out the bread and bacon to get started. The bacon she put between two paper towels and microwaved it while she plugged up the toaster to start on the bread.

“Benny, you take your toast like your hair?” She joked, he roared with laughed as he remembered first telling Diana that’s how he liked all his bread that wasn’t on a sandwich. He was finishing up the eggs while she made six pieces of toast and eight pieces of bacon. It was a lot of food, but after they sat down and split it up, Benny and Diana scarfed all of it down along with two glasses of water each. They sat at the table relaxing because they were both full. Diana decided to ask first.

“Benny, are you going to tell me why you were arrested last night? You told me you hadn’t had any issues with the law for a couple years. There had to be-”

“You really wanna know Angel? Then if I tell you, you need to move in with me.” Diana opened her mouth to protest but Benny held up his hand. “You’re gonna say no, but you know you and your mom are like oil and water. Also you can pay me rent if it makes you feel better. I’d rather you didn’t though. You’re my friend.”

You’re my friend.

Diana realized that the only one stressing about being in close quarters with Benny was her. It would be the better and cheaper choice. She’d just have to keep her wits about her and gawk at him…too much.

“Fine Benny, I’ll move in with you. I haven’t found another place besides my mom’s anyway. Now will you tell me why I had to get you from county last night?”

“You know that bar we go to often, right? I was drinking after a fight. May have lost, not a big deal. Point is, we were laughing and joking it was all good.” Benny leaned forward with both elbows on the table, his muscles taut. Diana wants to tell him to sit back or throw a blanket on so she won’t stare.

“I know the bar, yes.” She tilts her head, confused about where this is going. “If things were good, why were you in jail?”

“That bastard said, anyway. He said something he shouldn’t have. I showed him he should keep his mouth shut.” Benny shook his head and stood up from the table taking both plates and silverware over to the sink. Diana sighed following him and had her hands on her hips.

“Benjamin Miller tell me what he said. Now.” Her lips pressed together, and he knew her bottom lip had likely poked out. “Was it really that serious to where you needed to injure three men? I mean I’ve heard all sorts of things said-“

“I don’t care what you might have heard in the past but no one’s going to talk about you like that! Not while I’m breathing.” Turning toward her, his face was red as he chewed on his cheek. “He asked me how you were in bed because he was sure you were enthusiastic and loud since you sing so well. I told him to shut the fuck up and he followed it up with…it doesn’t matter. I should have made it so his jaw would be wired shut.” Benny tossed the dirty spatula in the sink and started running water in a large bowel, pouring in some soap to start washing. “You dry Diana.”

“Anything any drunk idiot says you shouldn’t listen to Benny. He’s an asshole. Don’t go to jail again. He and no other asshole is worth it.” Diana took the spatula and two forks to dry and put them to the side to put away.

“I’m not letting some douchebag think it’s fine to talk about you any kind of way Di, I’m not. I’ll try and stay out of jail. I can’t promise not to fight for you.” Washing the two plates, Benny handed them to Diana and watched as she bumped the drawer closed with her hip and leaned on her tip-toes to put away the plates after drying them. He found himself laughing to which she whipped the dishtowel at him.

“If I move in with you, you can’t be going back to jail Benny. I’m serious.”

“I am too.” Diana knows how serious he is which is a blessing and a curse. There’s always assholes that will say all sorts of things. Thankfully Benny was alright but what happens if he gets a longer sentence. Maybe he somehow thinks he won’t. They’re going to have to agree to disagree. “One other thing though Angel,”

“What now Benny? You gonna fight the cabinet for being too tall for me?”

“No. We need to go get my jeep from the bar. Then we can start moving your stuff today.” Whipping his hands on his jeans, he walks over to the couch and gets his shirt and slips it on. “Grab your keys.”

“I don’t leave the house in my sleep clothes Benny. Give me five minutes.” Rolling his eyes, he watches Diana make her way into the bedroom and close her door to get dressed. She may have fussed at him, but she was still moving in.

Goal accomplished

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Wind Breaker Episode 4 Review - Shishitoren Picks A Fight

This episode is mainly a buildup to the Bofurin vs Shishitoren confrontation. There better be good animation next week. I’m restless thinking about what sort of fights would transpire between the individual one-on-one matches.

This episode is mainly showcasing what sort of person the top dog Umemiya is. He appears to be a goofball who is way too relaxed and likes gardening. Even Sakura was in disbelief at first.He doesn’t seem like he’d be good at fighting, but he’s one of those characters who is a lot scarier than he appears to be. In fact, Sakura gets chills when he feels Umemiya’s fighting aura behind him. I honestly like Umemiya a lot! He’s a goofball. I do love the contrast he has when he’s not confronting rival gangs. He’s like everyone’s big brother and I like that about him. He’s especially cheesy towards Kotoha, who is revealed to be his younger sister but they’re not related by blood. Given that he’s the strongest, I do hope his fighting skills will be revealed next episode. Umemiya is voiced by Yuichi Nakamura and I think it’s a great fit! Some of Nakamura’s roles include Kuroo from Haikyuu, Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen and Sein from Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End. It’s safe to say that Nakamura knows how to voice mentor/big brother figures well.

Shishitoren reveals their whole group. Their leader Choji is a nut job. He’s petite and cute, but don’t let his sweet looks fool you. Those dead fish eyes of his are menacing as heck. I don’t think he has even blinked once during his appearances. He’s like the antithesis of Umemiya in a way. They’re both at the top, but Umemiya likes his position while Choji is bored of it. That’s why he’s so chaotic and bloodthirsty because he needs to find a purpose. That’s why he’s so insistent on beating Umemiya. Choji is voiced by Kikunosuke Toya, who’s known for voicing Denji from Chainsaw Man and Mikoto Yuzuki from The Yuzuki Family’s Four Sons. To be honest, I did not expect Toya to have such a cutesy like voice given the previous roles I mentioned.

Shishitoren decides to have a 5:5 match of individual 1:1 matches. The lineup is Umemiya vs Choji, Togame vs Sakura, Sugishita vs half-shave dude, Suo vs dude with bun and Hiiragi vs Sako, a newly introduced character. I forgot half-shave and bun guy’s names, but I will remember them next episode. Regarding Sako, the official website states that he has a history with Hiiragi, so this will be interesting. Also, Sako is voiced by Chiaki Kobayashi and Hiiragi is voiced by Ryota Suzuki. This is a Cherry Magic reunion gone awry (Kobayashi and Suzuki voiced the main leads of Cherry Magic).

It’s okay, Sakura. I thought Kotoha was in her 20’s too. She looks way too mature to be 16. Why isn’t she at school? Why is she working at the cafe? There’s a lot that isn’t told about the town Sakura moved into—do we even know its name? While Kotoha and Umemiya are siblings, they were raised in the same foster house, hence why they consider each other siblings. The fact that Kotoha, who’s normally friendly and chill, is super annoyed by him is peak younger sibling attitude. Also, is Omurice the only thing she can make?

I honestly can’t wait next episode. However, I do wonder why Nirei went to the battlefield when he’s not participating in the match? Will he be a supporting role in the fights? Will he gather information about the enemies? What is his role here? Anyways, what are your thoughts on this episode?

#wind breaker #sakura haruka #Nirei akihiko #suo hayato #Sugishita kyotaro #Umemiya hajime #Tachibana kotoha #Hiiragi touma #Tomiyama choji #togame jo #bofurin #shishitoren #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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Thundertober Day Nine: Heartbreak

Follows on from this small prompt fill: here

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Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Warnings for: None, only for a heartbroken Squid. You should never leave a fight unresolved and Gordon is about to find out why the hard way. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Giving someone the silent treatment was never as easy as it looked.

When you’re used to having someone there, someone you could call at any hour of the day, someone you could always spend time with no matter how long you’d been in their company already, suddenly not having them around was almost torturous. To add salt to a wound, being the one to initiate that lack of presence hurt all the more, especially for Gordon.

Gordon, who loved the fiercest out of all his family.

Gordon, who was always the optimist (at least, on the outside).

Gordon, who never gave up on anything, not only because he carried that Stubborn Tracy gene but also because he genuinely believed there was always a way to resolve something, no matter how bad it seemed.

But this time, it had been Gordon who initiated the cold shoulder because he was hurt and he didn’t know how else to express his feelings.

She had let him down. Again. If this was the first or second time, maybe Gordon would have let it go and brushed it off, but it wasn’t. This was more like the third or fourth time within as many months. In fact, it was becoming a more common occurrence as of late and Gordon didn’t know what to do other than to feel hurt and betrayed.

He wasn’t someone she could just hang on her arm. He wasn’t a way for her to pass the time.

Gordon knew deep down that Penny didn’t think or feel those things, but in that moment, he couldn’t liken his own feelings to anything else. The way she’d been acting recently had been truly hurtful, as though she purposefully was pushing him away, and he couldn’t understand why.

She had been the one to ask him on that first date. She had been the one to suggest they finally went official. Now, she was the one who was cancelling plans at the last minute without a given reason as to why. None of it made sense.

In the absence of fully reasonable excuses, Gordon’s mind had inevitably begun to wander off into all sorts of directions.

Was he not what she thought he’d be? Maybe Penny had finally come to her senses and realised that Gordon wasn’t good enough for someone like her. It was a fear that Gordon knew was ridiculous — Penny had known him well enough long before anything between them had become official — but the fear held weight and that fear was something he’d been secretly believing for a lot longer than he’d care to admit.

Penny was Penny. She was smart and beautiful and graceful. She was well-put together.

Gordon was… Gordon. He had heart, he had brains and he had the looks but… Well, there was a reason why all his relationships prior to Penny had never hit that official mark. His schtick as the Funnyman had always been the downfall. Whenever the going got tough, his goofball personality would make itself known and apparently that had never been good enough for the others. Perhaps it hadn’t been good enough for Penny either.

He had tried. Gordon had really tried to not do that this time.

Hence the silent treatment.

That was a more grown-up thing to do, right?

When he’d awoken the next morning, he had begun to believe that it was just as immature, if not more so, but he stuck with it because what else could he do? He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to even think about it. So, the silent treatment it was. He ignored all calls from London, he ignored his brothers whenever they tried to bring whatever happened up, and he flat-out refused to be in the room whenever her name was mentioned — he was tired of the pain that came along with it.

Unfortunately for Gordon, this silent treatment didn’t last long. Two days after that damned call when Gordon had begun to offer the cold shoulder to Penny, she arrived on the island. Gordon locked himself in his room, refusing to come out even for Alan’s tempting offer of Celery Crunch bars and a binge-watch marathon of Into The Unknown.

He had thought his plan of ignoring the situation was fool-proof, that he was a mastermind for thinking it up… Until he heard Penny’s gentle knock.

Her dulcet tone quietly echoed through the wood of his door. “Gordon? I know you don’t want to talk to me right now—”

He tensed up, jumping out from his bed sheets as though he was ready to run. To where, he had no idea. There was nowhere else to run. By locking himself away in his room, he had inadvertently given Penny an opportune way to corner him and force that conversation out of him.

Gordon wasn’t going to take it. “Damn right I don’t! Go away.”

On the other side of the door, Penny paused.

Really nice, idiot, Gordon silently cursed himself for his brash response. No matter how angry or hurt he felt, he knew better than to lash out. Still, he didn’t apologise.

“I understand that you’re upset with me, and I’m sorry about what happened but—”

Gordon cut her off again. “You’re sorry every time, Pen. Sorry means you won’t do it again, but you keep blowing me off, so I’m sorry that I don’t believe you.”

“Gordon,” she tried again, her voice barely cracking despite her words, “you have to know that I didn’t mean to—”

“We’ve been over this, Pen! You didn’t want to. You couldn’t help it. Something more urgent came up.” Gordon was aware that his attempts to mock her, accent and all, was probably not aiding his attempts of seeming mature. He didn’t care. “You told me all of this a couple of nights ago already.”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Well, I don’t care about the truth. I make the time, Pen. I cancel the other things and I make the time for you.”

“You wouldn’t cancel a rescue call, and I would never ask you to.”

He felt like a caught fish with that one. It made him take a pause. Weaker, with a shake of his head despite Penny’s inability to see it, Gordon replied. “That’s different.”

“Believe me when I tell you that it is not.”

There was an uneasy silence that fell between them. Gordon had momentarily believed Penny had walked away, and he found himself desperately hoping that she hadn’t. For all the pain he felt from this falling out, despite being the one to initiate that silent treatment, Gordon had never before wanted to hold her so tightly in his arms. He debated going over to his locked door, placing a hand on the wood panelling and imagining Penny’s soft cheek beneath his fingers. He decided against it.

The silence was broken by another sigh from Penelope. It was barely audible, but Gordon heard it. It was almost enough to get him to open the door.

“I have to go.” She warned, leaving the rest of any explanation open for him to jump in, to fix it one last time.

But Gordon, foolishly, didn’t. “Then go. I don’t care.”

He regretted the words the moment they left his lips, and he would continue the regret them until the day he died.

Gordon heard Penny walking away, disguising what he was sure was a sniffle as a scuff of her shoe. He heard Virgil’s mumble through his door that Penny and Parker had left. He felt his already broken heart crumble just a little bit more and he had gone to sleep with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that night.

In the morning, he awoke to John’s call. A situation they were all needed on.

Penny had gone missing, taken during a mission that had gone wrong, and just like that, Gordon’s heart completely shattered.

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