#tried to keep it to people ive seen do tag games before

[ballcrusher74]

hello. are you. perhaps 👉👈 willing to talk about the inspector/faux. ive only seen cool arts and no context so im rather curious.

OK!!! I actually love rambling about my ocs so small questions like this make me day. I just get nervous LOL But! I will say, there's gonna probably be a bit I'm leaving out because it does involve my friends' characters and it's still an on-going thing atm (we tend to roleplay on lethal company as our guys. btw the oc group is called Cleanup Crew ! it explains the recent reblogs and new tags I've added on posts with this guy) AND this does also involve my own little interpretations of in-game mechanics and other things, but otherwise, I'll get the rest of him down!

Inspector, also originally known by the name of Terrance Conroy (or Terry), was a typical scavenger working under 'The Company' after a couple rough times on his home planet. (This information isn't necessarily set in stone, but the idea of him being a washed-up rock star before quitting his passion to get a job that pays his rent has been bouncing around in my brain.) He used to be a normal guy, trying to find a little hope in his desperate situation, and was a social butterfly. He tend to bounce from crew to crew, sometimes staying in some for only a couple days, and some for months. He was a very careful man, and looked out for his fellow crew members.

And then, one day, his first death on the job happens.

But instead of being greeted by a bright white light at the end of a tunnel, or complete pitch darkness, he appears on the ship again- completely physically fine.

This.. confuses him at first, yet he continues on.

And then he dies again. And again, and again. Over and over, the more deaths he's endured, the more he comes to a morbid realization that he can't truly die, nor can those around him. He tries to keep this truth hidden away from the others, as they seem to not have mentioned it at all before. He remembers everything. Every time he was ripped to shreds by an eyeless dog, every time he blew up into pieces from a landmine, every time he was shot multiple times, every time he was left behind or ejected as part of the disciplinary process- He felt it all and remembered it all. This goes on for the course of years (around 8-10 roughly) and over that course of time, he begins to grow very careless. What's the point of saving someone if they'll just come back? What's the use of tears when you're only a couple dollars off quota with a shovel in hand?

What's the point of it all? And with that carelessness comes selfishness into the picture. With how long he's been stuck in the cycle, he has become a very manipulative person, putting up a playful and nice persona on the outside- almost sickeningly sweet- in order to help other's do his bidding. He believes that if he were to cause so much chaos, disorder, and disruption within a crew, to where it's like animals mauling each other apart, he'd be able to break free from it himself. He doesn't care anymore about leaving others behind. He's desperate at this point to find a way out. Faux, who is an alter ego / disguise for Inspector, ties more into the on-going events right now, but I can give a basic rundown on his personality. He's a klutzy and quiet man, typically only talking to others when it's just him and them, and nobody else around, playing himself off as a selective mute. Since this is just Inspector in a jazzy little jester outfit, he still possesses all the traits of that man, just hidden away as to not blow his cover. He's still tugging on the strings in some way, people just don't realize. Sure, he's off putting and just a tad bit strange, but how can a goofy man like that be terrifying?

WOOOW ok that's a lot more typing than expected, but here's also a couple fun facts about the guy !

He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, and is a very lanky guy compared to others, but this wasn't always the case. He used to just stand at 5 feet and 6 inches, and had more normal human proportions. With how many times he has died and how long it's been of the cycle, it has fucked up his appearance a LOT. Other things include : his 'skin' being grey, his voice constantly sounding like it's coming from a walkie talkie, no visible neck, his face becoming the helmet itself (it still bleeds, but there's nothing in there), and inhumanly flexible.

The only thing left of him that represents his last strand of humanity, is a singular, dim eye behind the tape on his visor.

He is very much not a rational man anymore. He is quick to jump to things, and won't hesitant with his actions.

When waiting to return from death, he is able to manifest in someone's head as a disembodied voice, and will typically mock them, or try and manipulate them further. In this state, he can see everything through the eyes of the person he's haunting. ^ Fun fact about this! This was originally based off a stupid bit where my friend was streaming LC to me with other buddies on the game and I kept telling them to step on landmines and then kill someone for a promotion, and then Inspector was born!

and UH I think that's about it I have for the guy atm! If the rest of the cleanup crew gets dropped than I'll update this accordingly perhaps. As of right now, enjoy my oc slop 👍

#lethal company #lethal company oc #oc #cleanup crew #that inspector that i hate #render

[carlyraejepsans]

you just mentioned in the tags ''toriel stopping sans from [cutting the humans' journey short] by killing them'' ive always wondered, do you think sans would actually have killed the human if he hadnt made the promise to toriel? i think you mentioned once that the ''youd be dead where you stand'' moment is another one of sans fumbling attempts to seem threatening but despite that, do you think he wouldve actually done it ? if hed seen them kill monsters or during a pacifist run? or do you think it wouldve played out similarly to canon in the genocide route or that he wouldve been just less involved with the human during their journey in a pacifist run?

(ok i found this in my drafts and I don't remember where i was going with this, but i kinda went off so have this as it is lol)

i keep 5 versions of sans that are Ever So Slightly Different According to How I Interpret Different Details simultaneously rotating in my brain at all times. so uhhhhh yes and no.

jokes aside, I'm starting to gravitate more towards the interpretation that like... the threat he made at the restaurant? full on jackassery. shithead extraordinaire. he WAS messing with us.

but would he have tried to kill a human if toriel hadn't made him promise otherwise?

...yeah i think so. let me elaborate

here's the thing though: i think people put way too much weight on that! i mean it's a fighting RPG, every single other character—bar toriel—fights you to either capture and have you sent to the capital or to kill you themselves. either way they want your SOUL. papyrus... is his own neutral case here with his refusal to kill you.

my point being: every monster you meet wants to fight you. it's through that fight (or what happens afterwards) that you actively challenge their point of view and befriend them.

you don't go through this with sans. he never fights you, so you never need to change his mind because that belief was challenged before we even got to the underground, through toriel's words alone. that's... kind of admirable?

but it does frame his actions in a very creepy way from our point of view in-game. not to forget his dumbass scary pranks. because we go from someone a bit mysterious though ultimately friendly and goofy whom we thought we could trust, to someone who openly tells us he could've been a threat for us... and then never delivers. at least, not in any playthrough where we hear that line of dialogue.

so much of sans' character and appearance stems from tonal dissonance. he's shamelessly comfortable in the game's tone and vibes, but still stands out as an outsider. he plainly doesn't play by the same rules as everyone else, so we don't judge him by the same standards, either.

even more, if he actually kept his promise the way toriel meant it, that would've meant playing the entire game like a tutorial. sure, you can enjoy the story, but did you enjoy playing the section in the RUINs when she's with us? it's basically handholding the entire time. it's BORING for us, and ultimately, Undertale is a game! so it should be enjoyable to its player. which brings me to our next point:

ultimately... yeah maybe he would've tried to kill us. and yes it is kinda shitty that he only kept his promise by not doing that. in a sans characteristic troll way, i mean. but acting like the "sans was happy to watch a baby get beat up and killed" jokes are, well, anything other than jokes is just a plain bad reading. forget about post pacifist. during a gameplay, frisk IS the Human IS us IS the PLAYER. which means capable of RESET and SAVE. which means essentially immortal, at the end of the day. it's the "special power" sans tells us about in his judgement. you can't treat us with the same moral lenses as an NPC. the power we hold over their world in the game is lovecraftian. we can literally destroy it entirely, an outcome that was scientifically predicted by some characters in the game...

...sans being one of them. every interaction with you, every joke and every hand extended in friendship and eye closed to your shenanigans. all of it, the good and the not-so-good. it's all colored with the knowledge that the "human" in front of him could end the world. whether you actually do that or not.

this is one of my favorite moments in the canon. one time. one second where the mask slips and we see through the cracks in the façade of laid back confidence. and what we see is a mirror, held up to our face.

and it's fucking terrifying.

"waaaa sans is bad because he lets us die" boo-FUCKING-hoo brother! cry me a river then throw ice cubes in it. mans goes through all of this on the daily and still gives us a chance, you should be thanking him.

i have a few other opinions on this topic that i feel are relevant, but I don't feel like putting them into a coherent argument so I'll just list them instead:

there are some collateral factors that i think would've prevented him from killing us outside of toriel's promise. mainly the fact that papyrus was feeling down and meeting a real human would've cheered him up. then he would've befriended us because of course he would, and of course sans wasn't going to kill his brother's new bestie.

so would he have fought us in a pacifist or papyrus-friendly netral run? maybe not! but he WOULD'VE whooped ass sooner if things got out of hand.

it's kind of a given that sans figures out you can manipulate time very early into the game. he works for/with asgore, who knows from first-hand child-murder experiences that it's an ability humans have, he's a scientist who studied the space-time continuum of their world and he's a friend of alphys', the royal scientist who studied human souls and determination (and let's not even get into his connections to gaster). he's a bright lad. he put two and two together.

while he COULD have seen taking a humans' soul as a necessary evil for monsterkind's freedom (promise to toriel aside) he openly sympathized with the anomaly. he's not there to be a time cop. he just wants to avoid the literal annihilation of the universe.

[...? yeah i never continued this. still stands tho.]

#answered asks #undertale #sans #entry log

[raddocwrites]

SNW drabbles

Little is, as little does

Eventually everyone had eaten their fill. Captain pike looked around the table with a slightly lost expression. Evidently command school didn’t cover EVERY situation.

Luckily Dr Mbenga was an old hand with kids. He reminded the captain that nap time was traditional after lunch, who had immediately agreed. Tiny spock had argued and tried to reason with the clearly irrational adults that he was not tired and naps were for babies, which he was not.

Tiny uhura had leaped down from her chair next to ortegas and Mbenga and flited about the room, touching as many of the captains things as she could, giggling adorably. Running whenever ortegas or chapel or Mbenga got close which turned into a fantastic game of tag. Even baby spock joined in after chapel argued it would be illogical to allow everyone to think he didn’t want to play because he was bad at it.

La’an just sat contentedly in unas lap, back resting easily against unas chest. Her small fingers rubbed tiny circles on unas forearms where unas arms loosely encircled the girls waist.

But eventually, the captains bed was declared base and both little uhura and spock were sitting on it trying not to yawn. “Time for a nap, sweet pea,” una whispered. La’ans fingers stilled but she didn’t protest so una stood slowly and gently moved the girl to her hip.

Una carefully lowered little la’an to the bed, unsure of how the girl or her two other miniature crew members would react. But she needn’t have worried.

Tiny uhura shuffled over and gently took la’ans hand. She moved them both to the center and laid down. She patted the bed next to her and moved the pillow over to share with la’an. “Here,” she said in her surprisingly rich voice.

La’an hesitated until uhura reached out her hand and tugged la’an down with her. Spock watched as the two cuddled together. Then he repositioned so he was next them, rested a hand on la’ans shoulder and stared seriously. “The monsters cant get us here,” he stated matter of factly.

La’ans jaw clenched once but she nodded. She looked at spock as if waiting for something. He seemed to understand since the next second he laid down next to her so la’an was sandwiched between him and baby uhura.

Uhura pulled up a blanket over the three of them and they curled together in a pile so cute it could kill.

Una sat back at the table with her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. A variation of her expression was mirrored on all the faces around her.

“This is the cutest thing ever,” chapel said.

“Youre telling me,” ortegas agreed.

They all stared for a moment longer before the captain cleared his throat. He eased himself into a chair at the table and waited for the others to follow suit. “So, what happened to my crew?” he asked Dr mbenga and nurse chapel, keeping his voice quiet.

“So far the blood work is nominal,” chapel said with a shrug of her shoulders.

The captain frowned and looked towards Mbenga. “And the scans? What do they show?”

Mbenga slowly steepled his fingers and leaned forward. “The scans show three healthy…children.”

“But…” the captain held out his hand towards the kids, who used to be his senior officers, sleeping piled in his bed.

“So…youre saying they’ve gone back in time to when they were kids?” ortegas asked, thinking it through. “Or is it our friends, just shrunk down to munchkin size?”

Mbenga shook his head. “Its complicated. This is something ive never seen before.” Nearly everyone rolled their eyes at that. No kidding! This was something NONE of them had seen before. How often do people just go around de-aging!

“Its our friends, but stuck in their child bodies,” chapel offered. “And the way kids form and store memories are different to adults. Which is why consciously, they cant remember much.”

“But unconsciously?” the captain asked.

“Unconsciously, they remember,” Mbenga agreed. “Which is why spock felt like he should know you, but could not say why.”

Chapel surveyed the collected senior staff. “They remember feelings, instincts, emotions.” She turned to una. “La’an feels safe with you, even if she cant say why.” Una worked to keep expression neutral. She felt irrationally pleased with this statement.

Ortegas cleared her throat and started hesitantly. “But…la’an seems…to be affected differently?”

Chapel shook her head and Mbenga leaned forward. “The trauma that the Lt has suffered is always there even as an adult. But now, with the mental and emotional capabilities of a small child, it is overwhelming her.”

Una pursed her lips and blew out a deep breath trying to ignore the sadness she felt. She couldn’t change what had happened to la’an. But what she could do, was help her friend with it now.

Chapel added, “Our security chief has been quite proficient at living with walls upon walls upon walls. But now they are gone.”

Ortegas nodded, that made sense. “But what about spock. How did he know to say that about the monsters?”

“All children are afraid of monsters,” Mbenga said quietly. “But in this case, it might also be the-“

“Mind meld,” chapel finished. “When spock witnessed some of…well…”

“The gorn breeding planet.” Unas face soured. She had been nearly bleeding to death in sickbay at the time. But when she heard what la’an had done in order to save the ship, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to scold her friend for her bravery or praise her for it.

“Plus, children can be quite intuitive,” mbenga added. “Little nyota probably didnt know exactly why, but she knew la’an was scared and needed extra care.”

“Its cute how protective they are of each other,” ortegas added with a smile, looking back towards the sleeping kids. Baby Spock and mini nyota still snuggled securely around tiny la’an.

“So true,” chapel said as she glanced towards the doctor. She smirked as she saw him rub his temple where la’ans throw had hit him. She remembered how determinedly both la’an and spock had protected nyota. And how fiercely spock had defended his ‘sisters’.

Ortegas frowned. “That’s all fine and good. But how are we going to fix them?” she asked, finally voicing the question they all wanted to ask but feared the answer.

“Has pelia had the chance to analyze the data from the shuttle?” una asked, tearing her eyes away from the precious, sleeping bundle.

Captain shook his head. “Shes working on it. And id like you two to continue to analyze the medical side of things. Perhaps there is something we are missing.” He cleared his throat. “Um, did we get blood from la’an?”

Mbenga and chapel shared a look.

“I take it that’s a no,” captain said dryly. “Do we…need to get blood from her?”

After a pause, Mbenga shrugged. “Lets see what the engineering side shows and go from there.”

Ortegas leaned forward her elbows resting on the table. “Not to be a spoil sport, but are we sure this isn’t contagious. Or some weird space thing that the enterprise will literally fly into as well?”

“Good point,” una agreed. “I would recommend the ship all stop and increase scans to identify any potential threats.”

Captain nodded and informed the crew on duty. With that done he leaned back. “Now, what do we do until we figure this out.” His eyes flicked again to the adorably sleeping pile on his bed. “They will need to be supervised. I mean, we cant have them running around the ship. They might hurt themselves.”

“Or the ship,” ortegas muttering. She’d seen that dangerous sparkle in nyotas eyes.

The captain pursed his lips but didn’t disagree. “Where will they even sleep?”

“Dibs on nyota!” chapel and ortegas whisper shouted at the same time.

Unas mouth twitched. “You cant call dibs.”

“No?” ortegas asked with a faux innocent look. “Then ‘sweet pea’ can stay with me.”

Unas face twitched and her eyes narrowed into a dangerous scowl. A part of her knew they were teasing, but the rest of her didn’t care. “No,” she informed ortegas tartly. “La’an will stay with me.”

“Obviously,” chapel agreed, rolling her eyes. “Looks like spock will have the pleasure of staying with you two,” she said looking towards Mbenga and captain. The doctor looked excited by the prospect; the captain appeared slightly terrified.

#star trek strange new worlds #una chin riley #number one #la'an noonien singh #christine chapel #nyota uhura #erica ortegas #christopher pike #doctor m'benga #drabbles

[sunnsfighter]

Intro And Info!

So yeah , welcome to this page! Call me sunns.

Trying my hand at this now since it might be easier with a migration going on already.. idk?

Im actually a refugee of different site that shut down ages ago (like 3-4 years ago i think??)

Tried insta and its not what im looking for , so im trying here for real this time

(I used IG/twitter for art /feeds and entertainment since i dont use tiktok , and venting/keeping in contact with irls who have insta )

21, dont really care about pronouns (prefer just going by sunns or sunny)

Until requests are made for side blogs or it feels needed, thisll be a multifandom/general content account!

Before ya follow/interact:

Takes me a second to reply to dms !

(Mentally im a bit unstable and partially mute , diagnosed for some things but might have other things going on, please be a bit patient with me! If im too much lemme know)

For tws im doing common triggers only like bugs/gore body horror, auto marking it as sensitive/mature content and and straight up nsfw/lewdposting is going in a new blog if needed . For any uncommon triggers my ocs have or if theres content I do thats triggering and you follow, lemme know in dms and ill make a special oc/contact tag or phrase for you to filter out , and add it to my special tag list below 

I do :

-oc art (for this account i wanna try writing and light doodles, whatevers in my head)

- have a fuck ton of AUs ive always wanted to do a tumblr for , but never gotten the chance to do.. ill test a few out see what sticks

- occasional screenshot edits !

Fandoms, new and old:

- Jojos bizarre adventure

-Monster high: (looking to see the new show and old stuff, skipping the irl movie)

-Card game animes (buddyfight vet, YGO Fan, cardfight vanguard enjoyer, still gotta get back into shadowverse/battle spirits again.. always down for more)

-pokemon (games or anime)

-digimon (anime , want to play the game)

- Carmen sandeigo (90s and Modern)

-Jem and the holograms (revival when??? Read both idw and watched 90s)

-Splatoon (been playing since 2)

Secondhand Fandom interests (i like owning ocs and/or seeing content from the fandom, even people post and talk about it and spoilers , but not exactly interested in the show itself or in the fandom )

-Cookie run

- Steven Universe (seen it all for the sake of knowing how it ends , old fav of mine but lost its shine when i got older, now i just like the ocs)

-BNHA : not interested in watching at all, just like the idea behind it

-osc/ object show ocs (ocs are a comfort of mine, i know little context )

- MLP: ponies fun, and so is edits

-miraculous ladybug : that whole love square thing is nuts and would drive me batty so i wouldnt loyally watch (In order or from the beginning) however i look into people talking bout spoilers cuz i saw some random late season eps and got kinda invested

-the simpsons : twitter algorythm got me into the content ngl

Favorite things:

-OOAK doll customs

-vtuber/mmd/3d models

-crafts and plushies !

-general doll collecting!

-pokemon cards!

Character/inspo list!!!

FCBF:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701598567859666944/character-insposfaves

cardfight vanguard:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701602059573706752/cardfight-vanguard-im-not-as-hype-for-it-as-bf

carmen sandeigo:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702734768685596672/carmen-sandeigo-faves-shorter-post-ill-add

general  aesthetics and other fandom faves:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702741884320284672/other-character-faves-aesthetics-aesthetics

Special tags/phrases  -

[Tag] Admin Sunndeigo- carmen sandeigo AUS by the admin

(Sub tags TBA, but ill have 90s or 19 before the AUs so youll know whats what)

[Tag] Sunns eclipse- vent tag , commonly paired with code CIL

[ phrase , could be a tag] Code CIL - usually accompanied by a vent post, a character i own with both gore and body horror

Buddyfight: Next Born Chaos [2nd gen buddyfight fanseason] - admins 2nd gen buddyfight fan season/story

The yota project [3rd gen BF ace story]

Admins fan story for buddyfight ace next gens

[Tag]Gemblooded (if tag is active, will add sunns presents to it) - my SU AU.

Next gemerations [tent title] my version of a SU gem world. The CGs do not exist as a team and hybrids are aplenty..

(I cant wait to revive those subrace concepts)

#pinned bios #introduction #newish #what will i show? maybe the stuff i was going to #looking to follow

[cockringhoratio]

well gosh golly gee will ya look at that its a tag game! tagged by the blogger of Bad Cosmemes: @sherpawhale​

PRESS J TO SKIP IF YOU AINT WANNA SEE THIS sorry mobile users ur screwed

Rules: answer 11, ask 11

1. What sport are you most excited to watch during the 2018 Winter Olympics? Or sport you’d most like to understand more about?

okay so im ngl i mainly watch the olympics for swimming, diving, volleyball, and gymnastics, and those are all summer sports, but that one when you ski and shoot things at the same time sounds pretty banging. also freestyle skiing and snowboarding are cool too.

2. Would you rather be Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, or Snapchat famous?

honestly youtube probably. because i love to talk about stuff when no one can interrupt me and honestly i could probably swing it as a how to channel. and also adsense but the only things i know how to How To are tech theater nonsense or already have like 50 thousand videos on them so meh

3. What are your thoughts/feelings on your most famous “local” (local can be regional) sports team?

so. the thing about va. is that. we dont have SPORTS! we kinda bum off everyone around us, which means for college basketball, we go to duke vs TARHEELS WOOT WOOT (also its hilarious that nc state thinks that theyre somehow in the picture for that rivalry like lmao) and then i think the cavaliers do okay for themselves in football, and i think thats the closest we get to a Known team from va? also we have the tides in norfolk, who feed into the orieles, but like does anyone actually follow the minor leagues??? and because the nationals in dc are closer, everyone follows them instead of the orieles for the majors so its just wah???? and then obvi the redskins (whom i did not realize where in dc for THE LONGEST time) for the nfl and that about it. my fam goes to tides games sometimes, and also penninsula pilots games, which are really fun bc its all homey and old school, and thats about the extent of my sports knowledge. yes technically local for me right now would be la but honestly fuck an la.

4. What is the one book/book series you would read to experience it for the first time again if you could?

So Fucking Many. um. lemme think. i reread thief of time by terry pratchett almost religiously but it still manages to get me just as much as it did the first time, so not that one. (if you asking what book id want buried with me, however, that would 100% be the answer). maybe the belgariad/mallorean by david eddings?? bc the ending of that makes me cry like a fuckin baby holy shit. but i swear theres a better one...... NEVERWHERE. by neil gaiman. yeah. that one. shoutout to allison for first giving me that one lol. (also the wee free men and all the tiffany aching books. those are Good Shit too)

5. What is the one tv show you would watch to experience it for the first time again if you could?

pushing daisies. no question.

6. What is the one song or album you would listen to experience it for the first time again if you could?

transmissions by starset, and also gimme gimme gimme (a man after midnight) by abba and the last of the real ones by fob. the reason i listed more than one is bc if i didnt i would immediately star talking abt transmissions and starset and then this post would be 5 miles longer than its already gonna be

7.  What is the one game you would play to experience it for the first time again if you could?

i dont have very expansive gaming experience outside of browser stuff, and i technically havent beat superhot yet so i cant really experience it AGAIN cuz i havent even fully experienced it for the first time. but on the other hand, i do play an obscene number of escape room games and once you beat those is kinda like well... so i guess id go back and and do those again.... OH WAIT lego indiana jones. because im a fucking class act.

8. What is the one movie you would watch to experience it for the first time again if you could?

descendants (2015) bc HOLY SHIT did ben fucking hit me out of left field like that is an emotional experience i definitely want to relive. also power rangers (2017) and the entire oceans trilogy (in reverse order like i watched them the first time lmao its so funny to be introduced to andy garcia as like their grumpy sugar daddy in the last one and then see him in 12 and 11 and hes like.... so not that...)

9. If you drive, do you prefer to drive with your hands at 10 and 2 or 9 and 3 (don’t say other, which of these two)?

ah i see we’re gonna pretend i dont drive with one hand at 6 and/or my knee. and even then, they teach 8&4 now bc of airbag stuff, but uuuuh whenever i sit up really straight and stretch my arms, i put my hands at 10 and 2

10. What’s the best vanity plate you’ve ever seen?

i come from the land of $10 vanity plates so Let Me Tell You i have seen some real gems. my friend has AUDREY 2, saw a truck with TH8R once, also a PIR8 GRL truck, and my best friend has H3CK Y3A bc shes a fucking nerd. thats all i can tell you off the top of my head but there are some great ones. also lots of like ‘luv my kids’ or jackson 5 type plates. and also lots of Well Im Sure You Didnt Mean It As A Sex Thing Because Of The Stick People Family On Your Windshield But I Literally Cant Come Up With Any Other Interpretation

11. What’s the best prank you’ve ever pulled, or if you’re not a prankster, best prank you’ve witnessed?

god you know that feeling where you know youve pulled some good ones but you cant for the life of you remember them? thats me rn. cuz i Know me and my friends have pulled some real shit on each other. all i can remember is scaring obnoxious freshmen by turning off the lights in the catwalks after telling them about our theater ghost, but like thats boring. there was the 69 shirt a different group of made but like we were pretty obvious about that so it wasnt really a prank. hmmmm. cant think of any ive witnessed either damn. my memories really going to shit isnt it.

My questions:

1. what creature would you ride into battle in your YA adventure film?

2. what would your highly unrealistic virus a la hackers (1995) look like/be themed around?

3. what is your ideal pet? (real or otherwise)

4. what is your opinion on the fact that my roommate has color coordinated every goddamn thing she owns down to the fucking charging cable she uses?

5. what are your favorite kind of shoes?

6. follow any webcomics?

7. whats your treat yourself meal?

8. whats your feel good movie/book/show?

9. whats your favorite ride or type of ride at amusement parks/carnivals/etc?

10. what historical figure would be fight on sight if you could time travel?

11. if a car is going 70+ on a 60 highway are you the one with your foot on the pedal or the one screaming in the passenger seat?

tagging time: i know i normally dont actually tag people but i got to pick the questions this time so imma do it. also dont feel obligated to do it if you dont wanna, and if i didnt tag you but you do wanna, have at it fam. @colordrifter @punkpixieprince @holybikinisbatman @rainelinde @theheartshapedsunglasses​ @hometown-unicorn​

#sherpawhale #colordrifter #punkpixieprince #holybikinisbatman #rainelinde #theheartshapedsunglasses #hometown unicorn #tried to keep it to people ive seen do tag games before #but like i said if youre looking to break into the game i extend my @ to you #long post #abt cy

[wrathandgreed]

(I hope requests are still open) So ive been thinking. How about the brothers reaction to MC taking a large step away from them when ever one of them raises their hand up. It could be as simple as a high five. MC used to be in a abusive relationship and is paranoid about getting hit

Note: (For the record, I don’t know if you sent me this on purpose - I’ve never done requests; I’ve literally just put out my very first OM headcanons. But I figured I could try. I’ve never been in an abusive relationship, but a number of my friends have. I really hope I can do this one respect - if anything about this is not on the level, please let me know! Also, if I missed a trigger warning in the tags, or tagged this wrong, let me know. Also, for the record, I tend to like soft!Brothers and I really wanted them to try and be better - not put the onus on MC to “get over it” or anything.)

Second note: After writing this, I’m not sure that most of these guys would be a good choice for an abuse survivor! 

Third note: I am NOT good at keeping things short and, as usual, I went overboard with Asmodeus. Like, it should be its own fic at this point. But write what you want to read, right?

Warnings: references to domestic abuse, both physical and verbal. References to suicide baiting. Uncensored swearing.

~5K words

Lucifer

A strange choice; his perfectionism and exacting behavior sometimes make you remember how it was back in the human world; everything had to be JUST SO….or else.

And he’s threatened to kill you. Twice.

But there’s something inherently decent about him - and you live for the rare moments he laughs.

His perfectionism usually isn’t even about you, so you just kind of….ignore it.

You’re doing some of your RAD homework in Lucifer’s study.

It’s quiet there.

And, while he won’t do the work for you, he’ll definitely help when you’re stuck.

Also you can give him tea and soothing when he (inevitably)  gets upset at his paperwork - Mammon’s bills, Asmo’s bills, Satan’s bills (hey, dark magic books are expensive).

You start hearing the shifting and muttering that herald the beginning of the rant.

You gather the tea and walk towards his desk.

“Devil’s sake!” Lucifer suddenly snaps out, slamming hand on his desk as he reads yet another ridiculous piece of paper.

It’s not at you, the anger isn’t at you, you KNOW it’s not at you, but you freeze anyway.

Slammed hands on desks, punched holes in walls, hands on you, always hands - 

The cup of tea hits the floor and you’re out of the room before Lucifer can even look up.

He’s seen it all in your paperwork - the police reports, the restraining order, the lists of injuries - so he puts it all together before his study door closes behind you.

He knows better than to go after you immediately. You’ll want some solitude, some quiet on your own, to steady yourself a little.

If he goes after you now, it might frighten you more. Looks like hunting.

You need to know he’s calm, that he’s not acting or reacting out of emotion.

He takes his time cleaning up the spilled tea, straightening his papers.

When he shows up at your room, he has a mug of hot chocolate.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. You made a mess in his study, and he’s such a stickler for everything being neat. He was angry before, but he’ll be even more angry now.

“No, I’m sorry,” he returns, and offers you the chocolate.

(You blink once. Has the Avatar of Pride ever apologized before? If so, it was never in your hearing.)

The two of you talk quietly for a time. He insists that you don’t need to apologize - ever. He insists that, while he appreciates the tea-and-break routine, it’s 100% not your responsibility to control his anger. It’s his. He says that his anger isn’t good for him anyway (just look at Satan) and he needs to take a break when that hot feeling starts. 

Maybe he should start scheduling breaks; setting timers on his D.D.D. so that he no longer works long enough at once to let it all get to him.

He doesn’t want you afraid of him.

Mammon

Mammon is pretty much the only demon who HASN’T threatened your life. He often sounds irritated, but he’s never even sounded angry at you.

If anything, he’s a mush and an abuse victim himself. So he gets where you’re coming from, and tries really hard.

So you shouldn’t be afraid of him.

But….he moves too quickly. He’s constantly jumping from one idea to another, one topic to another, one emotion to another. And that’s just emotionally.

You can’t trust where his hands will be. Ever. And that’s not a sex thing.

Sometimes, his protection of you makes you feel safe. If anyone hurts you, Mammon will hurt them a thousand times worse.

He’s funny, and his hands on you are gentle, and once you tell him about your past, he tries really hard not to go back to his “stupid human” habit, because it hurts your feelings.

But sometimes, his protection feels like obsession. Why were you talking to that guy? C’mere, you’re MY human.

Then, inevitably, the tug on your hand or arm or waist, pulling you closer.

It starts simply enough.

You’re playing video games in his room. He’s not as much of a gamer as Levi, but he enjoys them.

Especially ones where you can be competitive or drive cars really fast.

He’s been getting more and more excited, coiled like a spring. And it’s from enjoyment, not anger, but that level of energy, in your experience, explodes at some point.

You get quieter, but that only makes him more boisterous. He wants you to join in the fun! C’mon MC, did you see that?! It was awesome!

After a really impressive win, he shouts in triumph and suddenly his hand is in front of your face for a high-five.

You recoil and hit the floor, crab-crawling backwards before you can stop yourself.

His look of complete confusion, in different circumstances, might be funny. He actually looks at his hand like he doesn’t recognize it.

He drops to the floor too, “Babe? What’s wrong? Y’okay?” And he reaches out a hand towards you.

When you flinch, he gets it.

He sits on the floor, stuttering out apologies, not even finishing one sentence before starting another. He makes sure he’s cross-legged, leaning back on his hands - non threatening, leaning away, hands not hidden, but not prominent, and in a position it would take him time to move from. 

When you start crying, he can’t maintain that pose and crawls towards you, pulling you into a hug.

If you resist, you know he’ll let you go. And that’s why you just curl into him instead, crying out on his shoulder while he holds you close - but not tightly.

“I jus’ need ya to talk to me….let me know if I’m gettin’ to be too much. I know I’m loud. Just….. jus’ remind me, I’ll never be mad.”

Leviathan

Boy already has anger problems.

Envy’s kind of prone to it, you know?

On the one hand, he literally attacked you over a piece of TSL memorabilia.

On the other, he’s generally harmless the rest of the time.

He’s meek and shy and terrified of touching you - so, 95% of the time, you feel super safe with him.

When you wake with a nightmare, when something jump-starts your fear response, he talks you through it, easily abandoning whatever game or anime he’s involved in.

He’ll only touch you when you ask, or when you reach for him first.

But then there’s the MMOs.

You know you should leave when he starts getting mad. Not in a victim-blame sense, but for your own mental health it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when he raids.

He ALWAYS gets mad.

You’re sitting in his room, so involved in your handheld that you forget it’s his raiding night.

(Usually you make study plans with Satan, or shopping plans with Asmo on his raiding nights. You don’t want him to give them up; he enjoys them, but it’s not good for you to be around.)

After finally completing a tough level, you pop your headphones off just in time to hear Levi swear loudly.

You go still as a string of swear-filled trash talk fills the room. Things you’d never expect shy, needy Levi to say. 

You know it really is just trash-talk - the threats of violence are just too absurd. Rip off their arms and use their own fingers to bowl their skull like a bowling ball? Really?

Also this is LEVI. Levi? The demon who needed you to taunt Mammon about his credit card because he couldn’t do it himself? He might be Admiral of Hell’s Navy and all, but he’s not exactly threatening.

You get to your feet, a little shaken but ready to just walk out of the room. It’s raid night, and this is why you don’t hang out on raid nights. You’re not comfortable around other people’s anger.

You’re halfway across the room when Levi suddenly shouts in frustration and throws his controller on the floor.

And you’re out the door.

Levi just glimpses you as he’s reaching to pick up his miraculously-unshattered controller from the floor.

“Henry?” He calls out, just a second too late.

With only one moment of hesitation, he logs out of his raid and goes to follow you.

You had less than ten seconds head start, but it takes him almost twenty minutes to find you, sitting out in the garden, gazing at nothing.

“MC?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to sneak up on you.

A single blink, and the tiniest flash of fear - he left his game to follow you. 

Calculation: extreme concern - or extreme anger. 

Conclusion: Undetermined.

So you wait.

“Are you ok?”

Okay, so not mad. “Aren’t you raiding?” You ask, instead of answering. You’re not ok, but you’re also not in the mood to talk about it.

“I, uh, h-had a, uh, power outage?” Even he doesn’t sound convinced, and you snort. Levi only has three modes: simple, stuttering, and verbose. Thankfully he goes with simple. “You ran out. I was worried.”

You debate brushing his concern off, but he deserves better than that.

“I’m not good with anger. Even if it’s not directed at me.”

“Oh.” Levi pauses as he considers. He knows the basics of what’s happened. “I - I mean, I could, you know, NOT - “

“No,” you say quickly and lean in to kiss his cheek. “You don’t have to change anything. Do your raids, make stupid threats to stupid players. Just….warn me to leave first?”

Levi nods, but he skips the rest of his raid to stargaze with you in the garden, arms wrapped around you from behind as he points out different Devildom stars and constellations to you. You get a lecture on how Devildom stars are used in Devildom sailing. It’s actually kind of interesting.

Satan

Okay, seriously? The Avatar of Wrath? Author speaking here, I literally can’t picture a worse combination than an MC who’s still recovering from domestic abuse to date the AVATAR OF WRATH.

Like, yeah, he has good control over himself, but he also loses his temper in a moment’s notice.

He has CANONICALLY tortured people for calling him strange.

He flips out with no warning and destroys parts of the house and his brothers just let him do it because he’s too powerful to control when he rages.

I can absolutely see MC falling for the quiet intelligence, the consideration, and so forth, but witnessing one (1) single rage should be enough to tell them that this relationship won’t be good for their mental health.

Let’s not even talk about the (again, canonical) desire for domination, power play, pet play, etc, that kind of defines our boy.

I mean, I love Satan. Out of all the bros, he’s the only one I could imagine legit dating in real life.

But I’m a little ball of rage myself, and I have no problem with anger, mine or anyone else’s.

And the fandom (including me) can totally play cute and love on their “soft little angy boi” all they want, and he definitely has soft, sensitive sides, and I may actively choose to ignore the whole domination/power play/etc when I fic or headcanon because I really love soft!Satan….. but he’s not.

I can’t even make a headcanon, because I cannot picture a situation in which this is actually GOOD for MC.

Because no matter how hard he’ll try and control it, and how much his rage probably won’t be directed at them, I just keep picturing “It won’t happen again” except it will, and it’ll just wind up being flashbacks to the number of times “It won’t happen again” ended in black eyes or an ER visit back in the human world.

And MC walking on eggshells for eternity to avoid setting him off, and how is that healthy?

Asmodeus

Another decent choice for MC, at least on the surface.

King of consent over here, at least how I picture him. Especially for someone he cares about.

Always accepts “no” about literally anything. Don’t want sex? We’ll cuddle. Cuddling a little confining? Holding hands is cool. Really don’t want to be touched at all right now? Gossip and tea! 

You were coming to really care about the Avatar of Lust, and you believed what Simeon said about him - how much he desperately needed love and affection. You got it; you needed some, too. 

I mean, even if he’d been a bit of a jerk, he’d warmed up significantly since the pact, so new that it still burned on your skin, was formed.

But even Asmodeus wasn’t without faults. However much he focuses on love, he can sometimes, really be….mean.

You’re standing on a balcony in Diavolo’s castle, having escaped for a few moments.

He’d always been catty, gossipy, filled with drama, but the genuine affection and likability of him sometimes made you ignore it.

His constant mocking of Luke you could put down to the whole angel/demon conflict. 

His occasional snapping or poking at his brothers you could put down to being stuck in the same house with the same people for literal eons.

The only thing that might make up for your awful existence is if you just ended it.

The words haunt you as you stand looking up at Devildom’s endless nighttime.

How many times did you hear similar words yourself? How useless you were, how much of a burden, no way you’d survive on your own without him, and he didn’t even want you that much. Why didn’t you just go kill yourself?

Dammit, you think to yourself as Asmo steps out on to the balcony.

“Darling! Why are you out here all alone? Or are you waiting for some company?”

When he goes to put his arms around you, you just say “no.” Simply, quietly, emotionlessly.

Asmo circles around to look at you. “Something wrong, sweetness?”

You take a breath. Another. You consider swallowing it, again, don’t want to start a fight. Back down, put on a smile, ignore it.

But realize you can’t. You spent years dealing with this crap, and you’re not going to do it again.

“You’re mean, Azzy.” Your voice is quieter than you expected. You look up into the demon’s eyes. To his credit, he looks deeply confused and, as you take a step away from him, hurt. Before he can open his mouth, you continue, “How could you say that to Mammon?”

“Are you defending MAMMON?” He asks, torn between incredulity and anger.

“Right now? Yes. But also Luke, Lucifer, and everyone else you talk shit to. Or about. He’s your brother. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that out of someone you love?”

Dismissively, “Oh, if it actually bothered him, he’d - “

“What? Beat you up? That’s not like him. So he takes it. And takes it, and takes it, until, because it’s all he hears, he believes it. And then why fight back? Why defend yourself, if you’re such a piece of shit? You deserve it, after all, right?”

You don’t even realize it, but you’re crying by this point. And you’re mad. All the mad you couldn’t fling at your abuser before is filling you now. You don’t even know if you’re talking about Mammon or yourself anymore. Maybe both of you.

“And even though he’s beaten down, you keep going. When he won’t respond to the usual anymore, when that doesn’t seem to hurt him, rile him up, you go worse. You told your brother, who you claim to love, to kill himself. We’re barely even friends. So what happens when I annoy you? Should I just go die now, save you the trouble of telling me to do it later?”

You step right up to him, into his personal space, almost nose to nose, and stare directly into his red-yellow eyes. “Is this who you are, Asmodeus?”

Asmo has gone from defensive; incredulous and angry, to baffled, hurt and worried in just a few minutes. But at your last, pointed question, he jerks his head back as though you slapped him. Not knowing what to say or do, he reaches for you again, but you dodge his hand and brush past him back into the castle.

You get Solomon, the only one who won’t ask questions, to switch rooms with you. (Luke is thrilled; teaching him to play gin rummy actually cheers you up a little.)

For a few weeks, you and Asmodeus pass each other in the House without speaking.  Then, one evening, there’s a knock on your door and Asmo slides into your room.

He looks….well, not awful; he could never look awful. But the glow is gone from his skin and, unless you’re mistaken, he hasn’t bothered doing his hair. He looks like he’s missed some sleep.

You look up from your homework and watch him. Silently. It’s not your job to fill the silence anymore.

More than most of them, Asmo despises being vulnerable. But it’s fix this or not, and the pact is pushing him to be on good terms. At least, he blames the pact. It’s easier than acknowledging how much the weeks of silence have worn on him. How awful it was watching you walk to class with Mammon instead of him. 

And no matter what, he values honesty in his relationships, no matter what kind of relationship. So he would be honest.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly.

Lean back in your chair, hands folded. Waiting.

“I don’t know….if that’s who I am. Maybe it is.”

“Why are you here, Asmo? What do you want?”

“I want you to stop ignoring me!”

Steady face. “I spent too many years having someone talk to me the way you spoke to your brother. The rest of it - the gossip, the side comments, the cattiness…. it’s not your best side. In fact, it’s pretty unattractive when it’s mean, but I could handle it. But I can’t handle cruelty. I don’t want to be around it anymore.”

A pause. “What is my best side then?”

Disgusted, you chuck a pen in his direction. “Fuck’s sake, Asmo. Get out.”

“No! Not, not that. If that’s my bad side, the **unattractive** part, then what’s the other half?”

You search his face, but he doesn’t seem to be fishing for compliments. If anything, he looks….lost. Confused. And you wonder if anyone’s ever said anything to him, good or bad, about who he was; not what he looked like or how he fucked. 

It’s not your responsibility to psychoanalyze a demon, you think to yourself. But you’re not someone to walk away. You wonder how it’s possible for someone to be thousands of years old, and know less about themselves than you know about yourself in just a few decades. And you have nothing to lose by being kind.

“You can be wonderfully kind, Asmo, and generous. You want to see the beauty in everyone and everything. As nasty as you can be with it, I’ll give you points for honesty. You connect with people, and the times you’re actually genuinely interested in them is….charming.”

He’s silent for a few minutes. Then he nods, as if he’s made a decision. “Okay. Tomorrow, after RAD, do you want to go for bubble tea?” At your confusion, he just smiles and continues, “It’s like skin care, isn’t it? Attractiveness requires effort, darling, until it becomes habit. If I want to be attractive inside as well as out, I’ll have to practice the good things, so they outweigh the bad. I can’t do that alone. I need a practice partner who won’t tolerate failure, right? At least until it’s habit.”

You feel your entire brain have to reboot before you can give a coherent response. 

“Tomorrow. One hour. I have papers due.” You wait until he leaves your room before you smile.

Beelzebub

Probably the best choice for this MC.

The most emotionally intelligent of his brothers.

Also the most sincerely kind and gentle.

But also, like Satan, prone to sudden outbursts and rages. They’re all food-related (or, rather, lack-of-food-related), but they’re there.

A smart MC always carries snacks while dating Beel. Phone, wallet, keys, fried bat wings.

Strangely, though, the food-induced rages don’t really bother you. It’s not anger, really, and it’s never once been directed at you. And, unlike back in the human world, there’s a concrete way to help: feed him.

Today you have a whole backpack full of snacks.

You’re with Belphie, watching one of Beel’s games at RAD.

(You’re not sure Belphie wants to be there, but you’re not allowed out alone, and Belphie decided to take you - keep you safe and support his brother. Two birds, one Belphie.)

Belphie tends to nap against your shoulder any time the ref goes to make a call, but he’s somehow always awake to clap for his brother. 

(You stand on your chair and cheer, but that’s you.)

The game is a close one; double overtime. Even Belphie is too tense to sleep towards the end.

And at the end of double overtime, Beel manages the single extra goal that results in victory.

You cheer yourself hoarse for your demon boyfriend.

The whole stadium is crazy, so you hang back and wait. Belphie hates crowds and you’re not keen on them yourself. It’s going to take awhile for Beel to make it through the crowd to you anyway.

You’re standing in the aisle, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly there’s a loud shout and arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up.

You gasp, and your scream strangles in your throat so what comes out of you is nothing more than a squeak. Your phone goes flying.

You’re frozen for a moment as panic surges. You want to fight and you’re fighting your own brain to push the panic into your limbs so you can fight for yourself.

You vaguely feel a tugging and you hear someone - Belphie? - insisting that you be put down and then your feet are on the ground but there’s no such thing as your legs and you start to fall before the same arms help you gently sit. The ground is gross, but you’ll only care about the damage to your skirt later.

Everything is fuzzy and confusing; you’re not even sure of what you’re looking at until your vision is filled with blue and violet.

You know that swirl of color. That’s a SAFE color, and you start feeling your poor brain start to work again.

You blink into your boyfriend’s blue-violet eyes; you realize he’s cupping your face with his hands and the weird underwater noises start to sound like his voice. You realize, very belatedly, that what probably happened was Beel lifting you up in a victory hug.

“M’okay,” you say, but it sounds robotic. It takes a few more seconds - you don’t know how many - for all of your senses and brain to actually begin working in sync again. You start hearing the sounds of the crowd departing the stadium, and you hear Beel continuing to say your name and trying to get you to answer questions. You almost smile; but smiling wouldn’t make any sense.

“I’m okay,” you say, and you must sound a little more convincing this time because Beel looks relieved. He shoots a few more questions at you, and you realize they’re the kinds of questions people get asked when someone thinks they have a concussion or head trauma.

Your answers satisfy him, so Beel helps you to your feet. 

“What was that?” He asks. “Low blood sugar? Are you hungry?”

You have to smile at his very-typical diagnosis. A little sugar wouldn’t hurt, though. For some reason, eating grounds you after something like this. You dig a chocolate bar out of your Backpack of Snacks (Snackpack?) and hand the rest to him.

He impatiently takes a bag of chips out of it but doesn’t open it. He looks at you expectantly and you realize he won’t eat until you do. So you take a bite of the chocolate and he looks more relieved.

“So what the fuck WAS that?” Belphie asks as the three of you move towards the exit.

“Later.” You haven’t yet found a reason to really tell Beel (and, by extension, Belphegor) about everything. You do later that night. 

Beel swears he’ll never surprise you like that again. He’s a lot more cautious about touching you for a few days, but eventually things go back to normal between you.

Belphegor

Author note: Dude fucking murdered you, deliberately, in cold blood, and taunted you for your gentleness and desire to help as you died. But let’s say you can get past that - or try to. Probably the second-worst choice, after Satan, for this reason.

You started dating Belphie for the strangest reason: you could trash-talk the shit out of him.

He kept trying to be around you after you made the pact (which, let’s face it, you made so you could MAKE SURE he never hurt you again). Until, after politely dodging him wasn’t working, you told him to take his emo-boy routine and fuck off somewhere else.

You flinched, waiting for retaliation, but he just blinked at you and told you to stop being a brat.

And he was smiling.

But it wasn’t a mean smile - it was a smile that shared the joke.

Your lips quivered into a returning smile, and you threw another insult at him.

He topped it, and hurled one back.

Before you knew it, the two of you were screaming obscenities at each other in the middle of the common room and laughing like hyenas.

For some reason, Belphie calling you a dumb bitch wasn’t an insult. It was a mark of endearment. And it didn’t hurt your feelings or make you afraid.

It was empowering to call him a dickhead if he did something you didn’t like and have him simply laugh and amend his behavior. Nothing bothered him.

He didn’t move quickly; in fact he didn’t move at all if he could help it.

But you would remember, sometimes, the way his hands felt on your throat, or how cold his eyes had been. And you couldn’t say it was a momentary madness, because he’d planned it. He’d been imprisoned because he wanted to kill humanity.

You put it out of your mind. It was something you were good at, after all.

Until the two of you sat down to watch a movie one evening. A simple plot hole sparked a discussion that wound up being….not an argument, but definitely a difference of opinion.

As usual, insults were flying fast and furious when suddenly Belphie laughed and smacked you with his pillow.

It wasn’t an angry move, and it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t a hard blow at all! But the surprise had you falling back on the couch. And the fear had you curling into a ball, arms wrapped around your head protectively, legs curled up to guard your middle.

There is dead silence.

“Hey, Brat?” Belphie asks. When you don’t answer, he calls your name instead.

You slowly, very slowly, begin to uncurl yourself from your position. It takes time for the residual fear to leave, but enough is gone to leave room for embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you mutter. 

“I get it,” is the answer.

Cue awkward silence.

“I figured you were still afraid of me.”

“I’m not!” When he just stares blandly at you, you sigh. “Okay, a little. If you wanted to hurt me - again - you’ve had a ton of opportunities. So I don’t think you want to. But…..”

“It’s a hard thing to get over.”

“Yeah. And not just you.” Hesitantly, you start to tell him. You want to just give him the basics, but once you start talking, you can’t seem to stop. He doesn’t interrupt, barely seems to blink, just watches you. A blank vessel to help you empty the poison that fills you sometimes.

You see his jaw tighten as you go on, but you know the anger isn’t at you.

When you finish, he’s silent for a few moments. Then he gathers you up to him. “I’ll never hurt you,” he says.

You look up at him with the same bland look he gave you a moment ago.

“Again,” he amends. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

You let out a watery laugh and he hugs you a bit tighter.

“You’re still a brat, though.”

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Haikyuu fic recs pt.2

Obviously there was a part one, but its ok, its just fic recs, either i forgot to put these in, or they’re fics ive just read that I thought are great.

read the tags (more on the fic itself, im just typing in the main ones).

Sunaosa

come home to my heart | yorus | sunaosa | T | 4k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Esports, Getting Together

Summary:

Rintarou misses the stage. The subtle fire in his blood, the scrappy fights for the throne, the crowning of that season’s champions. In game, you have the chance to be reborn again, and again, the chance to prove yourself, over and over. There are twelve players on one stage. Only six ever prevail. These facts remain, no matter how many years pass.

to crash in orbit | aceun | sunaosa | T | 2,8k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Enemies to Lovers, Pining

Summary:

Osamu huffed a laugh before leaning forward to speak lowly in his ear, “I don’t believe you.”

Suna turned his head towards him, their faces now centimeters apart, and said with barely concealed amusement: “What, that I took the Rembrandt?”

“That you’re here as security.”

“Oh I get it,” Suna smiled. “You want to tie me to a chair to make sure I can’t do anything only for you to freely slip in and steal one of her collections yourself.”

“How about we mutually agree to keep an eye on each other.”

“I think you just want an excuse to look at me.”

[Suna and Osamu are spies. They are not on the same team.]

but not for spring to well up | tookumade | sunaosa | 40,8k

Tags: Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Modern With Magic, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy

Summary:

Miya Brothers Sellers & Buyers of Antiques & Curiosities

Suna Rintarou squints at the small sign attached to the front door of the brick shopfront.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Something flashier? More brass? The Miya brothers could do with a pot plant out the front. The shopfront has one single large window that’s covered by a plain white curtain, so maybe they could open that up and have some of their antiques and such on display so people get an idea of what they buy and sell. Maybe a paint job for the door, which is the most boring brown Suna has ever seen. There is nothing he can say about it—it’s not nice nor ugly, it’s just boring.

Or, maybe Suna could stop giving any more of a damn about this shopfront and just get his appointment over and done with.

After ending a relationship with a fiancé, Suna returns home and tries to heal from heartbreak. Here, he finds friends in the form of the Miya brothers, and learns patience, forgiveness, and what happiness means to him.

atypical confession | ennohours | sunaosa | G | 15,5k

Tags: Body Swap, Mutual Pining

Summary:

"Suna." He says, and clears his throat when his voice is not really his voice.

"Osamu." He hears. Osamu lets out a breath. Well, Suna still exists. "What the hell!?"

Osamu takes the phone away from his ear when he hears Suna —himself— but then brings it back because apparently the situation is just as strange for the two of them.

"Are ya... yer in my body?"

"Well of course! We have to see each other. Now."

"Hey, I just woke up!"

"Osamu, we have swapped bodies!"

Alexithymia | miyarinnnn | sunaosa | G | 20k

Tags: Mutual Pining, Angst With a Happy Ending, Miya Osamu-Centric

Summary:

(n.) an inability to express one's feelings; lit. "no words for emotions"

“I’m just a guest in your life, Osamu. A phase, a midsummer night dream.” In which, Suna kept fleeing, and Osamu pursued.

Kuroken

pretty girls make me nervous | ebenroot | kuroken | T | 6,9k

Tags: Misunderstandings, Oblivious Kuroo (im serious)

Summary:

(Yaku had to wonder if his captain was listening to himself talk and could realize on his own how much he sounded in love with Kenma.)

"So, what is going to happen is this! Friday night, Kenma will be going to the mall with no video games around. His natural attractiveness will show, some love struck girl will ask him out and bam! Kenma isn't single anymore."

(Yaku supposed not.)

or

that fic where Kuroo does everything he can to get Kenma a significant other. Meanwhile, everyone bets how long it'll take before Kuroo realizes that Kenma's sorta already dating him.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) | cosmogony | kuroken | T | 30,9k

Warning!!! Major Character Death

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Growing Up Together, Terminal Illness

Summary:

soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun A person who was made from the same star as you.

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

Osaaka

ten minutes ten years | Anonymous | osaaka | T | 4,5k

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Post-Canon, Post-Time Skip

Summary:

The firsts, and the forever, of Miya Osamu and Akaashi Keiji.

Sakuatsu

Take Me Home | thesweetestnerd | sakuatsu | T | 4,1k

Tags: Secret Relationship, Banter, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

“Hey, Omi,” Atsumu says, just a breath so that nobody hears. “Ya know where we are, right? Ya see the rest of our team?”

“Yes.”

“So, ya know, maybe ya shouldn’t hang on me like this.”

“But I like you.”

Atsumu and Kiyoomi decide to keep their relationship a secret from the team, but when Kiyoomi gets drunk, he might blow their whole cover.

The Fox Prince | cinnamonlove | sakuatsu | T | 13,1k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage

Summary:

All his life, Kiyoomi was told that he would someday wed prince Miya Atsumu and unite their rivaling kingdoms—nevermind the fact that they can't stand each other. It might put a damper on their wedding plans, he imagined, if anyone found out that Kiyoomi accidentally turned his fiancé into a fox.

Multiple Ships

Fake It Till You Make It | sifuhotman | sakuatsu & bokuaka | T | 27,5k

Tags: Canon Universe, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Getting Together

Summary:

When Atsumu convinces Akaashi to fake-date him in an effort to set him up with Bokuto, somehow, Sakusa gets roped into it.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic recs #fic recs

[obeymeluv]

Hi lovely! I’m not sure if your requests are open but I just worked out for the first time since ive gotten super depressed! It might not be that big of a deal but can I get some geadcannons on how the brothers would react to this? (: (their lover working out for the first time in months because of their mental illness)

I respect this so hard and am super proud of you. I have similar struggles so it always makes me happy to see someone able to get back up. Good job :) These headcanons will be short because I’m getting ready for bed and have to get into school mode, but here you go! ♥ 

Lucifer

It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake you up, or even gently start the day by sitting at your bedside and whispering sweet nothings

He opens the door soundlessly, as always, and is quite surprised to see you in the middle of doing a yoga series. Thankfully, your back is to the door

Pride blossoms in his chest and, for the first time, it doesn’t feel heavy like the burden of his sin

It’s warm and joyful and feels like an old memory of the Celestial Realm, a call back to happier days

His eyes mist over a bit but no one can confirm it

Lucifer is a perfect, beautiful statue that watches for a few poses before slowly inching back towards the doorway to peek around the corner

Pretends like he never saw anything when you go about the rest of your day, but is absolutely glowing when he looks at you.

Lavishes you in his fancy praise, as always. (”You look enchanting, my love. Simply radiant today.”)

Mammon

He’ll deny it to the day he dies, but he craves your company.

Actually, he’s more likely to admit it when you’re in a depressive episode because you’re tender and vulnerable and that’s how he really is when he lets his guard down. That’s when people need the most love, and you’ve put him back together so much that he wants to repay the favor 1,000x fold

Mammon’s very surprised to see you running careful laps up one set of stairs and down the set on the other end of the hallway (that explains why it took him so long to find you).

It’s like speed walking. He watches for a lap and a half to make sure you’re not rushing off anywhere. You know, making sure nothing’s serious

When he realizes you’re exercising in earnest he’s super stoked. Like, #1 hype man.

“That’s my human! Yeah!” Mammon becomes your cheerleader

Drops sly comments about how it’s actually a good glute workout and he’ll give you a massage afterwards

Keeps up with you more than you’d expect (models train hard, okay?) but does get bored. Maintains cheer position

Carries you around the rest of the day when your legs are sore

Levi

Levi had to do a fair bit of research on depression when he realized you weren’t converting to being a fellow otaku shut-in

The two of you still enjoyed cuddle times, and sometimes he could engage you in games, but the health of his beloved was important! Humans couldn’t be without exercise for too long or it would be bad for them

It’s super awkward but he tries to invite you swimming and things. Sometimes you just don’t have the energy. He understands, and is totally down for cuddling you (with partial back rubs) while playing games

Makes sure you eat and definitely splits his rations

Enjoys the small walks from his room to yours, and makes sure you guys drift between them a couple of times a day. That helps humans, right?

Levi realizes fairly quickly that you haven’t been to his room in a while and goes to check on you

You’re hopping in patterns across the floor, slowly making your way to his room.

You look like you’re having fun!

He’s not sure what you’re doing, but you hop, you squat, then you lunge.

You lock eyes with Levi mid-lunge and wobble a bit. He’s a little pink in the face, but because he’s laughing in sheer delight at how spooked you looked.

You end up flopping over and Levi crouches beside you, offering his hand

When he hears you finally had a burst of energy and wanted to work out, to start over again, he’s very proud of you

May or may not have compared you to Henry and shared some of the more harrowing moments the hero went through (also how he’s awesome and came back better than ever!)

Invites you for a swim and you actually accept

After some laps and splashing about, you spend time floating and cuddling

Satan

Depression is sometimes just a thing humans go through, Satan is finding out.

Between Devildom books and human books, he kind of understands

It’s a thing of time, and sometimes other methods help. He personally thinks the lack of sun in the Devildom is the main culprit

Gives you healthy snacks and tracks down vitamins

Tries to get you to walk the gardens but realizes he can’t force it

Sometimes he gets you outside, reading under trees and lanterns

Satan roamed the House of Lamentation, intending to steal you for another outside reading session, and was surprised to find you out there already

He watched from a high window, peeking tentatively from behind the thick curtain, and let the amused smile cut his lips

Suddenly, you disappeared out of sight. Satan waited for what felt like ages until the logic of ‘the fastest way between Point A and B is a straight line’ kicked in. He held his book carefully, unlatched the window, and jumped out

Demons have good joints and sturdier bodies. The drop and landing was nothing for him.

He calls your name and starts walking around.

It’s not until he’s made a full lap and you’re giggling (behind him somehow?) that he realizes you’re just leisurely walking laps around the house

Super embarrassed that he got worried (and that you ended up behind him). Jumps when you touch his shoulders or if you hugged him around the waist

You’re happy and...yourself for the first time in a while and Satan’s heart is so happy. Before you can break the hug, he twines his fingers with yours and just holds your hand to his body

Eventually you break away, kiss his shoulders, and start a game of tag that turns into sky-watching, and laying on his chest as he reads 

Asmodeus

He knows how to break hearts but he ALSO knows how to fix him

He’s always trying to get his brothers to hang out and make good memories. Despite what he says and how he acts, he really cares for them from the bottom of his heart

You count, too. You’re like, top tier. Basically family. VIP space. Maybe SPOUSE space (but that’s too fast for a human, right?)

Though rare and private, Asmo has his bad days, too. They can either be fixed, or they can’t. Usually things are just distractions. The heart will heal in its own time.

Asmo went to your room with the latest round of pampering but stopped short of announcing himself. Does he hear...music?

Nudging the door open with his foot, his eyes light up so pink the gradient is disappearing.

You’re dancing and humming, making faces at yourself in the mirror.

His heart clenches with a beautiful pain because you’re so vibrant and lively and he knows it was hard for you to find this again

The pampering is abandoned for an impromptu PRIVATE dance party

Silly and sweet things, waltzing and just being close, hugging as you sway side to side

Lots of forehead kisses and pet names.

Beelzebub

He didn’t think your behavior was out of the ordinary since Belphie slept a lot.

Beel is always motivated by something--food, sports, working out, family stuff--so he’s not familiar with the lack of desire to do anything

When he learns you’re not just catching up on sleep and you might be having a rough time, he asks Lucifer and Satan what to do

They decide you should work out. That releases endorphins in humans and that sounds like what you need!

The attempts don’t go well, but you’ll at least come out of your room and be a resistance weight for him

Beel went into the weight room to do some pre-warm up exercises. He was mentally planning his reps and figuring out what muscle groups were on the schedule when he heard the clinking of weights

His brothers had other ways of working out so that meant only one person could be in the weight room

Beelzebub stamped down the urge to rush in and watch you in all your occupied glory, reminding himself you could drop a weight on yourself (or worse)

His purr gives him away

He’s proud, borderline excited, and just purrs long and loud from the entryway

Jumps into the workout with you, doing light exercises

Beel gets a little playful adjusting your posture, but it’s all sweet hugs and rocking you back and forth

Regardless of what muscle groups were on the schedule for the day, it’s arm day because he’s lifting you up, throwing you a little, and catching you in his arms

Give this happy, snuggly boy some kisses  

Belphegor

He can sense your state of mind by the nature of his sin. He sleeps a lot and has a knack for telling when someone’s sleep is anything but restful

Belphegor’s not 100% sure, but he thinks he can tap into your dream space. There’s this little ball of sad-tired-something that lets him know you’re not okay

There’s quiet mini-dates that ease the sting of your sadness, but he knows it’s not enough

When he sleeps, he has dreams about you being happy and hopes he can push them into your mind

Cuddles fix things. He’s down for couple naps.

Belphegor goes in and out of sleep; it’s during one of his periods of waking that he notices you’re not there

Hugging his pillow, he shuffles about the House of Lamentation to find you

He finds you cleaning and organizing the kitchen. Cleaning is a sign of healing, right? Lots of movement?

Belphegor realizes you’re doing more than cleaning. You’re stretching and lifting things like they’re Beel’s weights

It looks time-consuming, and like you’ve been at it for a while

Belphie plonks his head on your shoulder, asking how you’re feeling. He’s got that sleepy Cheshire Cat smile

You’re just as happy as can be, happier than he’s seen you in a while, and you celebrate by stealing a bunch of snacks and making a blanket fort in his room 

Hope you liked it :)

[free-pool-trash]

dangerous game - iv

here’s part 4 :)))))

word count: 3.2K

warning(s): swearing, bad writing not even gonna lie, not proof read :) addressing reader’s mutation because my dumbass didn’t do it

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If someone pressed a gun to your head and forced you to describe how you felt right now in only one word, you'd have to say: awkward.

Peter was sat on your right, his leg pressed against yours and Warren was sat on your left, his arm casually around your shoulders. The reason as to why this was awkward was that the two boys were in some kind of silent competition over who could be closer to you. Each of them scooted closer to you every two seconds and you were starting to feel suffocated. 

Since finding out about your kiss with Warren, Peter hadn’t given you a second to yourself, nor did he give you a second alone with Warren, he was gate-keeping but Warren wasn’t acting much better. The second it looked like Peter was about to regain his previous position with you, Warren would swoop in and make sure the topic changed completely.

For a while you hadn’t noticed but as you were being crushed by the guys on either side of you on the couch, that had plenty of room, you started to put two and two together. 

“If either one of you moves any closer to me I’m going to lose my shit.” You told them through gritted teeth, your body radiating annoyance while you shoved them away slightly.

Neither of the boys made any attempt to move away any further than you’d pushed them, which was not very far at all.

"Seriously you two? What the fuck is going on lately?" You asked, finally completely fed up with whatever the hell was going on.

Peter only shrugged, pouting at you "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."

"All good here babe." Warren started simultaneously.

And that was another thing, the pet names. The constant trying to one up each other. Doing things that they know you couldn't possibly enjoy just to spite each other. It was getting ridiculous and as well as that, it was driving you up the fucking wall.

Letting out a heavy breath you brought your hand up and covered your eyes.

You had a reputation in the school. You were always calm, tranquil even, it's why people loved you and why opponents feared you during missions. You had a reputation, one that you valued and needed to keep. With that in mind, you detangled from the green eyed monsters you were stuck between and stood in front of them.

Holding both of your hands out in a stop motion as Peter and Warren, like puppies, tried to jump and follow your motion.

"Whatever is going on here…" You motioned between them, swallowing thickly, lips pursed and trying to keep your composure.

"Leave me out of it." Giving them a false smile you walked away. More like stomped, really.

Warren's lip was pulled between his teeth as he watched you leave, "Fuck…"

Peter sighed, turning to face Warren, eyes tired and looking defeated.

"Look man, I know you kissed her." The silver haired boy confessed with a flat voice.

Warren kept his mouth shut as Peter carried on. 

"I'm not trying to sabotage you, okay? I just want my best friend back." He finished with his voice becoming weaker with each word he spoke towards the end.

Warren chewed at the inside of his cheek before letting out a heavy breath, "If she comes to me crying later because of something you said I'll break both of your legs."

Nodding in understanding, Peter left the common room and sped towards your dorm, intent on not making you cry. He knew when Warren made threats there was always follow through, especially when it came to you.

When he reached your room he let himself in, as he always did, despite all the bad blood between you and him, you never seemed to mind too much.

You were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling when you heard the door open, not bothering to look, you only gave a small "hi.".

Peter cleared his throat nervously, "Hey… can I?" He asked motioning to the empty space beside you on the bed when you turned your head to face him.

"Yeah." You answered simply, watching as he jumped up onto your mattress and made himself comfortable laying beside you.

It warmed your chest for a moment, the normalcy of the position you were now in together, it reminded you of how things had been only months ago. You hadn't realized before, but you'd really missed it.

"Sorry about how I've been acting." He started, staring at the ceiling just like you were.

"Sorry I snapped." You offered in return.

Peter shook his head, turning it to look at you, "We deserved it, we were being immature."

Nodding your head in agreement but not meeting his eyes you asked, "Did you guys work things out?"

You didn't bother asking what the issue was, you had a fairly good idea and to be perfectly honest you could live without the drama of it.

"Not really but at least only one of us is here right now." He joked, nudging you with his elbow lightly causing a small smile to grow on your face.

Finally you moved your eyes to meet his, "Careful, you might jinx it."

Peter laughed nervously at the thought of Warren coming through the door.

Both of you returned your gazes to the ceiling and a few minutes passed in comfortable silence before Peter spoke up.

"Can I be really honest about something?" His voice was quiet as he turned to face you again.

Meeting his eyes you only nodded, curious as to what he needed to be honest about.

"I've been missing you like crazy. It's weird because we're friends again- but it's like we just met or something, yanno? And I totally understand that that's my fault but I just-" He slowed his ramble, closed his eyes and sighed before finishing, "I miss what we had."

His hand was so close to yours, you almost wanted to grab it. To interlace your fingers with his and reassure him that you were still here, the way you used to. But you didn't.

"I get what you mean. I miss you too." You confessed, voice quiet.

"I don't want to force things back to the way they were if you're not ready." He told you, brown eyes locked on yours as he paused to chew on his lower lip anxiously.

"And I know there's something going on between you and Warren." He added and you tensed at his words, averting your gaze.

"I just want you to know that no matter what happens I still love you." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, before doing what you couldn't and gently lacing his hand with yours.

When you didn't say anything, only looked at him with the most conflicted expression he'd ever seen he continued.

"I know that you probably don't feel the same anymore, which is absolutely fine I don't blame you, but on the off chance that you do… I want you to know that I'm not going to be moving on anytime soon." At his statement you rolled onto your side to face him, keeping your fingers locked with his as he copied your movements.

"I still love you, Pete." You told him, voice almost a whisper.

"But things are complicated now, it's not just you and me anymore." You tried to explain as softly as you could, god you really didn't want to break his heart.

"I know…" he nodded sadly, yet still scooted closer to you. 

Feeling overwhelmed by everything you'd just been told you let your head rest against the speedsters forehead.

The familiarity of the action calming you down.

Peter's free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and holding you closely against him, your intertwined hands squished between your bodies but neither of you minded.

"I don't know what to do, Pete." Your whimpered, eyes closing to try and keep your tears from rushing down your face.

"You don't have to do anything." He assured you, despite knowing that soon enough you would have to decide who you liked the most.

"I really don't want to hurt you. Or Warren." You told him, as you opened your eyes, revealing the wall of unshed tears that had built up behind your eyelids.

Sighing, Peter tightened his grip around your waist and disconnected his forehead from yours so he could connect his lips to it instead.

"I know… just do what feels right, don't worry about us. We're big boys. We can handle it." Peter said, puffing his chest out with a faux macho attitude causing you to giggle.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh you let go of Peter's hand and used both of your arms to pull him into a proper hug. He reciprocated your movements, holding you tightly against him, squeezing you and placing a peck on the top of your head.

"Here's what's gonna happen," you started, head nuzzled against Peter's chest, "We are going to lie here and forget that the last six months ever happened." 

You felt Peter nod his head against yours, "Right."

"And then, when we have to, we're going to get up and go to Jubilee's room and get wasted with our friends and have a drama free night." You told him, trying to convince yourself that tonight's drinking wouldn't lead to you crying your eyes out over either Peter or Warren. 

The sinking feeling in your stomach didn't do much to help you convince yourself, though. 

Being wrapped up with Peter was nice, you had truly missed him, but there was something so off about this time in particular. This time you felt guilty. Being so intimate with Peter felt, to you, like a betrayal to Warren.

You hadn't lied when you told Peter that you still loved him, because you did, you do. But it's not the same love as you felt only a few months ago, no, it was more refined.

Whenever you used to lay together like this, snuggled up to each other and giggling about nothing in particular, you used to pray that the silver haired boy would find the courage to finally kiss you. This time though, you were praying that he wouldn't.

Luckily, it seemed that Peter hadn't gained the courage to place his lips on yours this time, not that he hadn't been thinking of it, you could feel his uncertainty. 

You'd become good at focusing what you did and did not feel of other people's emotions, you worked really hard on perfecting that skill, you did it to respect the privacy of the people around you but also to avoid absorbing more negative energy than you could handle, but Peter basically had "debating kissing you really hard" written on his forehead.

Most of your struggles with Peter were rooted in the fact that he confused his own feelings, and they changed almost as fast as he moved.

He never stayed on the same one for any extended period of time, one second it was radiating "I love her." And the very next it would be countered with "As a friend."

After a while you decided Peter would be one of the people you put on mute, only feeling what he was okay with offering to you. Which in hindsight wasn't one of your best ideas but all of his conflicting emotions didn't help either of you.

You had to make sure that you weren't subconsciously passing negative emotions around, because as well as absorbing the feelings around you, you could also transfer them to others.

It made sense that when Peter had left you that the rest of your friends stood with you, it was so easy for them to stick with you because they were feeling it all along with you. To be honest you'd almost lost control during those few weeks. You really didn't want that to happen again.

And while Peter's emotions were screaming to kiss you, you almost popped a blood vessel trying to keep yours completely silent.

Once Peter left your room, you heaved out an exhausted sigh, allowing relief to flood your body and help you compose yourself before you had to put yourself back in the frey. 

When you arrived at Jubilee's dorm, most of your group was already there and some of them had already started drinking.

It was supposed to be a quiet, chilled out get together with only your friend group but you could already tell that it was not going to be chill, and once you noticed Warren holding a bottle of cheap bottle of vodka you knew with absolute certainty that tonight was going to be messy.

You found yourself sitting on the floor across from Jean as you both drunkenly tested each other's mutation, all the others watching intently.

"Okok right now what am I feeling?" She asked you, trying to keep her face neutral.

"Awh Jean! You're too easy! Right now you feel so happy because you're drunk and you fucking love me." You told her surely and she gasped, slapping your arm with an open mouth.

"That's right!" She exclaimed and all of your friends cheered as you tackled the red head into a hug, "I love you too!"

A dopey smile covered her face as she wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and pointed to Warren and Peter, who were drinking together, and shouted, "You hear that you two! You both lose! (Y/n) loves me!"

You kissed her cheek, making a huge "mwah" sound before pulling away and stumbling back toward the two boys who were by some miracle getting along incredibly, you guessed it was the alcohol.

Smiling brightly you plopped yourself down on Warren's lap, throwing you legs across Peter's lap and looking between them with a toothy grin, "Hi."

"Hey." They both said simultaneously, Warren's arm was around your waist and Peter offered you the bottle of vodka they'd both been sharing which you gladly accepted. 

"Someone's happy." Warren stated, cheeky smile on his lips as he watched you take a swig of the vodka.

Nodding enthusiastically you kissed his cheek with the same over exaggerated "mwah" as you had given Jean and he laughed.

"I am!" 

"You're also drunk." Peter chimed in and you nodded, again, enthusiastically.

"Dizzy?" Warren asked when you rested your head on his shoulder.

Again you nodded, the room had been spinning for about twenty minutes and that last swig of vodka had kicked up a fuss in your stomach.

"Take this away maybe." You slurred, still smiling but allowing your body to sink against Warren's while holding the glass bottle limply towards Peter who gratefully took it from you.

"Alright I think it's time to get you to bed." Warren stated with a laugh when you began pecking his neck, again shouting, "mwah!" Each time your lips connected to the skin of his neck.

Peter nodded in agreement, chuckling as you began blowing him mwahs from your place in Warren's lap.

"Need any help?" Peter asked as Warren swooped you up into his arms and stood up.

Before Warren could reply you looked at Peter from over Warren's shoulder, "Night, Pete! Don't throw up in Jubilee's room or she'll electrocute you…" You spoke the last part in a whisper, knowing from experience that jubilee had no sympathy for people who got a little too carried away and stained her carpet.

As Warren began to walk you towards the door Jubilee's voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Hey! Where are you taking my (Y/n)?" She questioned while stumbling up to you.

Giggling uncontrollably you motioned for her to move closer and whispered in her ear, "He's taking me to bed."

Jubilee let out a gasp, clapping her hands in excitement, "Then what are you waiting for? Go!" She exclaimed with a shit eating grin on her face as she pushed Warren out of the room, "Everyone say bye to (Y/n) and Warren!" 

"No! She's so happy if she leaves the moods gonna die!" Scott yelled from his spot on the floor and Jean whined in agreement.

Pouting you looked at them in confusion, "oh no, are my emotions leaking?" 

"Don't worry (Y/n), they're all good feelings." Kurt reassured you with a soft smile which you returned.

"Guys! Stop bugging them! They're on their way to have a moment!" Jubilee groaned pointing towards you and Warren.

Letting out a chuckle Warren adjusted you in his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled up at him lovingly. In your drunken state there was only one thing running through your mind, "He's so pretty."

You weren't sure at what point you'd gotten from Jubilee's room to your own but you were too dizzy to question it.

The blond angel placed you down on your bed and gently tucked you under the covers as you watched him with a smile.

"Get in." You told him, reaching your arms out to him and making grabby hands.

"You need to get some rest." He laughed at you but still offered you his hands to hold to stop your grabby motions.

"So do you so get in with me…" You pleaded, jutting your lower lip out and tugging his hands towards you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Warren lifted up your covers and scooted in beside you while you let out a triumphant "yay!".

A few minutes of silence passed by and your head stopped spinning ever so slightly, as it rested against Warren's chest, his hands running through your hair.

"Hey, birdy?" You broke the silence, looking up at him.

"Mhm" He hummed in response, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you intently.

"Do you remember when we walked to that diner?" You asked with a smile.

Warren nodded his head, his smile matching yours as you shifted in his grasp to be face to face with him, arms moving around his shoulders and his finding a place around your torso. 

"I remember." He confirmed, pulling you impossibly closer.

"And do you remember how you kissed me?" You pressed, your smile turning cheeky when you noticed his cheeks flushing pink.

"How could I forget?" He asked rhetorically, his eyes locking on yours.

Biting your lip, you allowed your fingers to tangle in his hair while your faces moved closer to each other.

"So… how would you feel about maybe if we did that again?" You inquired, looking at him hopefully through your lashes.

Within a second Warren's lips were on yours and you couldn't stop the smile that had spread across your lips while you kissed him back.

Upon disconnecting his lips from yours, he pressed his forehead against your own.

"So I'm guessing you're on board with kissing more often?" You said, smiling and pecking his lips once more.

"Only if I can call you mine." Warren whispered back, his eyes hopeful now as he studied your face.

You could feel his nerves radiating off him and decided, still admittedly buzzed, that you'd quell them.

As you pressed your lips to his again, he hummed against them when he felt a wave of calm wash over him.

"I wanna be yours." 

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[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 11

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“She used some fancy word—I don’t remember it” Ethan’s whispers mimicked the annoyance of the look on his face. He kept his voice low, trying to keep his conversation with Grayson clandestine to the sleeping Kate on their couch.

“And why is she here Ethan?” Grayson did not try to disguise the agitated edge in his words. His jaw held a tight clench. He ran his hands through his bed head, gripping the strands. He bit a soft piece of his top lip between his bottom teeth.

“The hospital wasn’t letting her take an Uber home because of the pandemic—something about contamination and post-op risks,” Ethan shrugged softly, holding his palms open for Grayson to see. He sighed. A part of Ethan felt like he had just been caught doing something wrong, but another part of him reminded him that he made the right decision.

“So you drove my ex-girlfriend—” Grayson’s face contorted when Ethan interrupted him in a cool tone.

“Yeah Gray. She called me—me of all people—doesn’t that tell you the she had no one else?” Ethan signed softly, displeased with the reaction behind Grayson’s twisted expression. “I was mostly glad she have the sense not to ask you.” “Not to ask me?!” Grayson’s head jutted back as he waved his hands in the hair. His hands scooped up from where he stood, rocking on his back leg. She should have asked him! Grayson was the one who knew her the best. Grayson was the one who spent all those nights with her. Grayson is the one who knew what she looked like when she was upset. But Kate asked Ethan to pick her up to after surgery.

Ethan recognized Grayson’s temper all too well. Where Ethan had always been able to maintain his cool, Grayson was easily swept up in emotions. That summer, Kate was the emotion Grayson all too willingly got swept up in. A few weeks ago, Grayson had gotten swept up in Kate when he declared his love for her on the sands of a Malibu beach. The day after that, Grayson had gotten swept up in the all too familiar hurricane of Kate’s heart when she declared her commitment to her own independence and ended their short love affair. In the weeks between their breakup and finding her on the couch, Grayson bathed in sadness, resentment, and guilt from having lost the most beloved woman he had ever held. That morning, Grayson got swept up in the anger, confusion, and betrayal of hearing about how his twin brother had gone behind his back to care for his ex-girlfriend after surgery. Ethan could read Grayson like the back of a cereal box, “Yeah I’m glad she didn’t ask you—I didn’t think you could handle it and you’re proving me right.” Grayson’s jaw shifted from where it was clenched. He sucked in his teeth while he looked at his brother. He crossed his arms, “I thought we don’t keep things from each other…” Ethan sighed. Internally, he admitted that Grayson had a point. “I was going to tell you,” Ethan licked his lips, “After she was in her own apartment.” Grayson opened his mouth to retort when a distinct clacking side came from the opposite side of the kitchen. When the twins looked behind them, they found a groggy Kate sitting up and reaching for her crutches.

Kate was experienced at waking up after surgery. Since her accident, she hadn’t gone 18 months without needing some kind of major procedure. Where constant operations assuaged any fears she had going into the operating room, waking up after surgery was something she never mastered.

Her eyes fluttered, feeling as if they were being weighed down with lead balls. Her dry mouth tasted metallic, and the back of her throat ached with soreness from being intubated. Her left arm was patterned with splotchy, purple bruises from an IV. Her left leg felt weightless: wholly numbed for the next 48 hours. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, tacked into her face with drool from her sleep.

Instinctively, upon waking up she jostled around looking for her crutches. Her crutches were a light weight stainless steel pair of specialty Lofstrands meant for frequent use: a gift from her mother on her twentieth birthday. The crutches had accompanied her through many different medical procedures. On that day, they stood beside her while she recovered from a deep scar tissue removal operation. Reaching out for one of them, the crutch fell from where it was leaning on an armchair and landed on the floor of the Dolans’ living room with a sharp clatter.

Grayson looked back at the exact moment Kate looked up after the crutch fell. Their eyes met. An ominous fog entered Kate’s mind as she realized exactly where she was waking up from surgery. Grayson gulped hard, this was the first time he had seen her since she ran out of his house in his t-shirt and sweatpants. In that moment, she was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of capri leggings with a dense, wrap around her left foot. Her hair was unruly and unkept; her lips were swollen from drooling; she looked like a mess while Grayson felt like a mess.

Ethan rolled his eyes at the sight of his brother’s eyes going wide, as if he had never seen a woman before. Ethan let out a small cough to break the silence. He stepped forward, resting his hands on the back of an armchair. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kate blinked a few times, “Or good considering.” She sat up straighter and used a hand to swipe away the strands of hair on her cheek.  Her eyes darted to Grayson quickly before landing back on Ethan. Her heart was beating fast. Had Ethan only said yes to get her in the same room with Grayson? Suddenly, she felt like a pawn in the chess game of the Dolan Twins: the exact thing she wanted to avoid when she broke up with Grayson. “You didn’t have to bring me back to your place Ethan,” she tried to sound gracious but wasn’t sure the tone had conquered the sound of groggy sleep in the back of her aching throat.

Ethan opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a fourth person walking into the room.

“ooo sorryyy,” her voice sounded like an overused chew toy. A tall, lanky blonde stepped out of Grayson’s bedroom door. She had the grace of something between a bumbling barbie doll and a hungover pageant queen. Kate’s eyes went wide. Grayson’s bottom lip curled up. Ethan brought his hands up to his face.

She stumbled over to Grayson while Ethan finally felt like the smarter twin. “Grayson,” if silicone had a voice, this would be it, “My uber is here. Could you open the gate?” A far part of Kate’s mind was surprised when the girl blinked. In her experience, barbie dolls did not blink: but apparently, life size ones did.

“Uh yeah,” Grayson mumbled, “no problem.” He quickly pressed a few buttons on his phone, while his night-time companion scampered into the daylight.

Once again, the trio were alone in the twins’ living room. Kate wished she could melt into the couch and never return. Grayson gnawed at his bottom lip so hard he tasted the faintest twinge of metallic blood. Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Even Ethan didn’t have a comment sharp enough to cut this tension. Kate broke the silence first, her words were breathy and exhausted, “I should go. I’ll call a car—” “No,” Grayson’s voice was strong, “I’ll go.” Kate blinked quickly, taken aback by the offer. Ethan’s voice echoed her thoughts, “Grayson, you live here.” “Yeah,” Kate supported in a hoarse whisper, “I should go.” Grayson shook his head. “No,” his mouth flatlined. “You just had surgery,” he motioned toward her wrapped foot, “You shouldn’t be by yourself, not like this.”

“Grayson don’t be ridiculous. I’m not kicking you out of your home. I’ll leave.” Kate licked her lip softly. Her heart bounded in dread: hearing Grayson’s voice beckoned memories forward: the memories of a happy, love struck couple on a beach during sunset. “Just stay,” his voice was nearly a plead at this point. “I’ll go somewhere,” Grayson offered, “I’ll go to the other side of LA and count the cracks in the sidewalk all day if I have to.”

***

Even though she wasn’t his to protect, Grayson felt a fierce instinct to keep her safe. Even if it meant protecting her from himself. Grayson had trouble comprehending that Kate broke up with him because of his lifestyle, and not because of him. He had trouble separating the two concepts. The weekend after she tore his heart out, Grayson visited his mother in New Jersey.  At night, Ethan would call his girlfriend from his and Grayson’s shared bedroom. Grayson took the opportunity for alone time with his mother to ask her opinion on the situation. He lit a Wakeheart Clarity candle and enjoyed a cup of tea with her on the porch.

“She has a point,” Lisa’s nails clacked on her ceramic mug. Grayson’s eyebrows raised, “What do you mean?” Grayson’s mother had always offered expert advice to him, tender with a mother’s care but with the flavor of honesty he could only find in someone who truly loved him. In his younger days, he had shyly kept his girl troubles away from his mother, feeling the shame of a teenage boy. As he grew older, he slowly started divulging his struggles with women. Of course, he smartly left out his stories of frivolous hook ups.

Grayson placed his mug down sharply. His mind twisted in confusion when his mother agreed with Kate for breaking up with him. Lisa placed her mug down kindly and continued, “If she can’t handle it, she was right for leaving before things got serious.” Grayson’s heart lurched. Before things got serious. What he had felt for her, that was serious. The way she had massacred his heart, that was serious. He let out a loud sigh. His mother seemed to intuitively recognize her son’s broken heart: she placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed softly, “It wasn’t meant to be. But you’re so young Grayson, I don’t know why you’re so preoccupied about this.” Despite her words, Lisa knew. Lisa knew that her son was near obsessed with finding his soulmate because his heart craved the familiar, warm, comfort of having his own family. Grayson exhaled through his noise, triggering an ache in his head. He sat back, loosing evading his mother’s hand. “I just don’t get it. What did I do wrong mom?” Lisa shook her head softly, “Nothing Grayson. At least, it doesn’t sound like you did.” She took a sip of tea and listened to the crickets in the August nighttime for a minute, “She didn’t want to be…” she chose her next word carefully, “swept up in everything you guys go through, you know with your channel and everything.” “But is that bad?” Grayson’s question was honest and real. Being plunged into celebrity status at a young age, Grayson was often mystified by the parts of normal life that he did not understand. The few times that he watched the news, he would question what someone could buy with minimum wage. When his best friend Deon studied for finals at UC Berkley, he wondered how hard the exams were: Grayson hadn’t taken an exam in six years. When his sister complained about job interviews, he was stumped at what an interview would even consist of. As much as Grayson Dolan was a compassionate, kind, and fun spirit, he lacked a deep cognizance of life outside of LA.

“It’s a lot,” Lisa admitted, “I can see where she would be scared.” “Do you think it’s worthy of being scared?” Grayson hadn’t considered that his mother might have distaste for the attention that he and his brother drummed up over the years. Lisa had periodically reminded the boys that she preferred not to be on camera but wanted to send them all of the love she could from behind the scenes. Grayson had always thought this stemmed from her humble, demure nature: but his heart gaped at the idea that his popularity negatively affected his own mother.

“If you Google me,” Lisa started, “It says I am Grayson Dolan’s mom. Not even Ethan’s,” Lisa chuckled. “There is an entire world of people out there who know me in association with you. Regardless of the business I’ve built, the life I’ve lived, or whether or not I even want them too.” She took a sip of her tea while Grayson found a spot on the porch to stare at. Internally, he replayed her words as she said them. He tried desperately to grasp what his mother was implying. “In choosing you, she had to accept that.” Grayson’s heart lurched at the mention of her, the wounds on his heart and soul were still fresh. “Besides,” Lisa tried to find a positive note, “You wouldn’t want to be with her if your life made her that uncomfortable.” Lisa’s touched Grayson’s forearm in a comforting manner, but Grayson’s internal monologue went wild. If he didn’t want to be with her? Had his mother listened to Grayson ramble about how beautiful Kate was? How brilliant she was? How kind she was? Thought? Wonderful? Perfect? Grayson Dolan could not imagine a world where he did not want to spend the rest of his life next to Kathleen Walker.  

***

Grayson left Ethan to tend to Kate, while he brusquely exited his house. He grabbed his bike and headed Northbound, without a specific destination planned. His chain dangled on his neck as he bent forward to push himself up and around the hills of Ensino. His hair fluffed up into a disorderly shape on the front of his head. It didn’t take long before his body broke out in thick layer of sweat. He hoped that the sweat would replace the layer of tension left on his soul from the morning.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would slink out of his bedroom in the morning, freshly fucked from the night before, and find Kate’s sweet, angelic, sleeping face buried into the cushions of his couch. Kate hadn’t left his mind since she broke up with him. When he was mid-thrust last night, he sneered in disgust at his partner’s juvenile sounds of approval—even though his penis dominated his actions, his heart dominated his thoughts that called for Kate. His heart called so loud that she ended up on his couch the morning after. Grayson found it extremely difficult to flirt with LA girls after tasting what it’s like to love a woman.

Grayson pushed forward on his bicycle, hoping to rid himself of his angst. His legs chugged with the power that his lungs wanted to use to yell at her, to tell her how much he missed her and how desperately he wanted to her to change her mind. Grayson rode his bicycle until his muscles ached with the same soreness that his heart had felt for the past week.

Across town, Ethan and Kate spent an awkward, but sweet day together. Ethan apologized for Grayson’s guest interrupting their morning conversation. In truth, Ethan had not planned on bringing Kate back to the rental. He woke up that morning with intentions to pick her up at the hospital and drop her off at her apartment. But when Kate had crutched into his Tesla, her hair a mess and dark circles planted on her face, Ethan couldn’t bear it in his soul to leave her alone for the day. Despite the fact that she was his twin’s ex-girlfriend, she was a person who clearly needed help.

Ethan had brought her back to the rental and tucked her into the couch thinking that Grayson would be none the wiser until told. Since Kate broke up with him, Grayson had been sleeping until 1pm. Grayson’s mind could not find quiet between the pang of his broken heart, the Wakeheart candle release, and the continued stress of twitter fingers. Ethan thought he could cleverly wait for Kate to feel better and drive her home before his brother woke up and ambushed them all with his one-night stand.

Grayson tossed his bicycle by the side of the rental. His quickly pulled off his sweat soaked tank top and shoved it in his pocket. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of sweat so much so that even his socks were soaked. He sauntered into the rental and stopped in the living room doorway, finding Ethan and Kate playing cards. Grayson had expected her to be gone by the time he got back. Ethan locked eyes with his brother, lowering his hand of cards to the table. Kate followed Ethan’s gaze to find Grayson in the doorway. Grayson swallowed, feeling like a stranger in his own home. “Hey,” he greeted lowly as he hesitantly stepped further into the room. “Hey,” Kate surprised herself by answering him. They held each other’s stare: mouths slightly agape and tongues going dry while not finding words. Kate held her stare at his gorgeous gold eyes, not daring to let her gaze stray to his half-naked, sweat coated body. “Uh, I’m gonna head out real quick,” Ethan stuttered slightly, “I gotta…” he didn’t finish as he smoothly stepped out of the room. He had barely survived the tension between Kate and Gray that morning; Ethan was not looking forward to swimming through it again.

Grayson sucked in his bottom lip and straddles the arm of a sofa. “So,” he started lowly,  “How have you been?” Stupid. He was stupid. She just went through surgery and he asked that. He used the most bland question in the world on the person who excited him the most.

“I’ve been good,” Kate’s tone was steady, “I got assigned to write that chapter for the academy of sciences.” She smiled in a thin line: Grayson saw it as a ghost of the bright smiles she used to share with him.   Grayson nodded, “Congrats, I know you really wanted that project.” Was he really doing this? The woman he so desperately craved was sitting in front of him and they were talking about work? She had him smelling sweet citrus scents in his sleep, and he couldn’t muster up a conversation for her?

Kate swallowed hard, her eyes finding the floor, “You didn’t have to leave your own home today, you know?”

“Yeah I did” Grayson’s voice was flat. He sucked his bottom lip in, immediately understanding the meaning of his words. He was telling her that he couldn’t be in the same space as her, which was true. But only true because looking at her reminded him of the future he had lost.

“Gray,” Kate started but instantly regretted being so informal. “It shouldn’t be like this. We—I mean you didn’t do anything; it just didn’t work.” She rested a hand on her knee and looked up at him, her face twisting quizzically.

“Feels like I did,” Grayson’s voice was low as he rocked back on the arm of the sofa. He wiped some sweat from his brow and inspected his fingers. He looked back at her and rubbed his bottom lip, “I just—I really thought we were—I thought this was…” “I know,” Kate interrupted, “I did too.”

They stewed in the awkward silence of their tense relationship. Grayson pushed a hand through his hair. The numbness in Kate’s leg felt like it had moved its way to her brain. Both of them struggled to make words out of their emotions.

“Look, we didn’t do anything bad to each other,” Kate started. “And honestly Grayson, I do like being around you. You know, when things aren’t so weird,” she hedged, “And I had a nice time with Ethan today. So maybe we could be friends?” Grayson raised an eyebrow. Kate abridged her previous statement, “Or maybe we can try to be friends?” A/N: Please tell me your thoughts! I absolutely love hearing the good, the bad, and the angsty! We are a few parts away from the end but honestly I feel like I could write volumes about these two, so let me know if you would be interested in a volume 2 after this arch ends.  I have so much writing this, but the most fun is getting to talk about to talk about it with other people. I hope you’re enjoying!  😘

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[queenmylovely]

Wedding Party I

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. Lucy and Rami’s wedding is coming up and you and Ben are both part of the wedding party, with one catch. 

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, some roasting of reader 

A/N: This is the third and final part of my 500 follower celebration!! Though you might be able to guess that this will have more than one part, so stay tuned! Thank you so much again to everyone who follows me, including the people that have since I hit 500, cause it’s been a minute, whoops. I’m hoping to post updates to this weekly until it’s done. (Side note, obviously not shaming reader and neither are any of her friends, including Lucy, she just doesn’t want any drama.) Any feedback is super appreciated but especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

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Over the past couple years, you had found yourself attending no fewer than three weddings a year, and last year broke the record with six. It was always a bit of a to do but you enjoyed it nonetheless, happy to see your friends happy and to go to a party. You hadn’t always been so happy to go; originally you were a little cynical and bitter about being single while all of your school and university friends got married. But then, at the second wedding you had been to, you hooked up with the best man and your opinion had been changed. It was easy to be happy for the happy couple when you were having hot sex with friends of friends with no chance for strings or feelings.

As such, you had grown a bit of a reputation among your friends that had borne witness to this behavior. A few teased you about it, a couple were silent, and a few more cheered you on, but none tried to stop you. This was mainly because none of them had seen how it would negatively impact them. And it wasn’t like it was terrible, but on more than one occasion you and some other guest had been walked in on, sometimes only a heated making out, but sometimes in the act. You had apologized and even tried to make it till after the reception, but it was hard sometimes with all the free booze and romantic songs and pretty lights making you hornier than ever.

Maybe there had been some awkward happenings when it was a destination wedding and the wedding party had events the next day. While you were happy with the one and done, some of the men you had hooked up with would be miffed when you kicked them out after the deed and didn’t seem so interested the next morning. After a couple uncomfortable brunches where everyone could feel the tension in the air (and not the good kind), you had decided to stick with the guys that were just a bit douchey and wouldn’t be so pained at a one night stand. Not that they didn’t sometimes get butthurt when you dropped ‘em too.

But to you, that was the beauty of the thing: hot sex for one night and one night only. You and whoever else you were with would exist in a made-up wedding world for the ceremony, reception, a couple hours of fucking, and then it would all be over and you could go back to your real world without any consequences. Okay, so only a couple consequences.

You thought that you would be able to keep this up indefinitely; you had a ton of friends in relationships who would have plenty of eligible bachelors at their weddings. That is, until your best friend, Lucy, got engaged to Rami. When she had invited you over for brunch just the two of you and had told you the news, you were enthralled for her. Rami was an amazing guy and you had never seen Lucy as happy as when she was with him. And then you were enthralled for yourself when you thought about all Rami’s actor friends that would undoubtedly be there. You had already met a couple, Joe and Gwilym, and if they were any sign of what level of men would be there, you couldn’t wait.

Your daydreams all came crashing down around you when Lucy abruptly said, “You’re not allowed to fuck anyone at my wedding.”

The two of you had just separated from your happy hug so she put her hands on your shoulders to make sure you looked at her and were paying attention.

“I-I-- What?” you stumbled out, brought from your reverie that was running through a list of A-list celebrity names that might be at the wedding. You tried to look innocent but the fiery look in Lucy’s eyes stopped you. So instead you whined, “Why?”

Lucy just rolled her eyes, though fondly, and replied, “Sit down.”

The two of you sat down at the wonderful brunch she (probably with help from Rami who was quite the home cook) had made and plated a couple items, poured mimosas, and you took your first bite before she continued.

“Obviously, Rami and I are very private people. We don’t like our relationship broadcasted to the public, and Rami feels that way about most of his life in general. So we’ve decided to have a really small wedding. We want it to be intimate and to share our love with each person that attends. We don’t feel like we have to prove anything or live up to any crazy standard and invite hundreds of people, half of whom we’ve never even spoken to,” Lucy explained, and throughout her little speech you felt yourself get a little emotional because you could tell how truly and deeply she and Rami loved each other. Lucy’s voice cracked a little and you reached your hand over to hers to give it a gentle squeeze.

Lucy took a sip of her drink and then said with a more pointed tone, “So because we are close friends or family with every single person that will be there, we don’t want anybody… fraternizing with anybody else and causing… awkward circumstances for us or any of the guests.”

“‘We,’ Lucy? Rami told you he didn’t want me fucking anyone?” you asked sarcastically.

“Well, when I say we I mean me, mainly. But Rami does want a drama-free wedding, as do I,” Lucy conceded. As she finished her sentence, Rami walked in having returned from what looked like the gym.

“What about me? Hi Y/N, hi sweet,” Rami said, dropping a kiss to your cheek briefly and then giving Lucy a more substantial one on the lips.

“Oh we were just talking about the wedding, you know,” Lucy said and Rami grinned.

“Did you ask her?” he inquired.

“Ask me what?”

“Well you know that Emma and I have had a pact to have each other as our maids of honour since we were like two and three,” she started and you nodded, knowing the story because she and her sister had relayed it many times over the years you had known them. “But will you do me the honour of being one of my bridesmaids?” A big smile took over your face and you jumped up to hug her, practically yelling “yes!” into her ear. Then you brought Rami into the hug as well, all of you laughing and smiling.

When that was done, you all sat back down, Rami pulling up a chair and grabbing a plate. Then you turned to him and said, “So Rami, Luce was just about to tell me about all of your friends that are going to be there.”

You were just teasing, but as you saw Lucy’s miffed face, you couldn’t help yourself. “You know, I really liked meeting Joe and Gwilym, it’d be nice to see them again. And can’t forget about that Ben who you all talk so much about. ‘Haven’t met him yet, but I’m sure the wedding will fix that.”

So that Lucy couldn’t see, you winked at Rami to make sure he knew you were joking, mostly.

Before you could say another word, Lucy burst out, “No, do not fuck anyone. Okay? Do. Not. Fuck. Anyone. Especially Ben.”

Your ears perked up at that, “Ben? Why especially Ben?”

“Uhhhhhhh,” Lucy hesitated for a second, a look of panic taking over her face.

“Because you guys will be walking together and you’ll spend the most time together,” Rami saved her.

“Yeah, it would mess up the whole party’s dynamic. Just don’t okay?” Lucy asked with a pleading look in her eyes to make you feel guilty.

“Okay, geez, I won’t. You guys act like I’m some floozy who can’t keep it in her pants,” you half-pouted for a second, but then they both gave you a look. “Whatever, I won’t, I won’t!”

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Unbeknownst to you, the reason they were so hell-bent on keeping your attention off Ben specifically was not because he was the groomsman to your bridesmaid (although that would’ve been reason enough). It was actually because Ben had the exact same reputation amongst his friends as you did yours.

After he had gotten out of a more serious relationship a couple years ago, he hadn’t settled down again. With plenty of friends getting married, his was the same fruitful situation as yours, and he used it to his benefit. The wedding scene was a lot more reliable than just hitting up any old bar or pub.

Ben had also gotten the no fucking speech, but from Rami when he asked him to be a groomsman. He had agreed to the rule with a begrudging nod. Ben was easier to convince since he was mutual friends with a lot of Lucy and Rami’s friends and would know most everyone at the wedding.

While you and Lucy had been best friends for years, you weren’t an actress and didn’t already know most of her actor friends. Because of Lucy’s filming schedules and locations, you relied on a lot of facetime to keep up with each other. You had only met Joe because you had tagged along on a Venice trip with Lucy and Rami. Gwilym you had got to know a bit more because whenever Lucy and Rami were in town for more than a week they liked to have dinner parties or game nights and both of you were frequently in attendance. Ben’s filming schedule or other priorities had always prevented him from joining in, at least for times you had gone.

Of course you had seen pictures of Ben on everyone’s instagram, and maybe had done some stalking of your own. Not to mention you watched Bohemian Rhapsody, obviously, and had caught a couple of other things he had been in just by happenstance. He seemed like a pretty good actor and a pretty great guy from what you could tell. Plus, you trusted the judgement of your friends about his character.

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Lucy and Rami weren’t ones to do the more extravagant things that some engaged couples did. Instead of a big engagement party, they decided to have a dinner party with just their families and the wedding party.

The party started at 6:30pm, so you got there… at 6:50pm. You hadn’t meant to be late but you couldn’t decide between two dresses, worrying that the one you wanted to wear would be too dressy. You ended up going for it anyway, it was black with an opaque sweetheart neckline and a mesh and lace section that made it sleeveless and so it wasn’t actually strapless. It wasn’t bodycon but it hugged your curves nicely and had gold shimmery thread as part of the lace that caught the light. You had also done your makeup and hair quickly but thought that the overall effect was nice.

As you arrived at their door, you tried the handle, hoping it was open so you could slip in quietly, but no dice. So you knocked twice and stepped back to wait. No answer came so you knocked again louder and waited again. Just as you were about to raise your hand again, the door swung open and you saw Joe there.

He smiled when he recognized you; the two of you had become quick friends during those couple days in Venice.

But before he could say anything, you glanced past him and asked, “Dinner hasn’t started, right? I’m not that late?”

Joe laughed and shook his head, “No, everyone’s still getting drinks and stuff. You’re only like five minutes behind the last person to arrive. Nice to see you by the way.”

You laughed sheepishly and leaned in for the hug he offered, “Nice to see you too, Joe. How’s everything?”

The two of you headed further into the apartment as he told you, “Pretty good. I'm actually starting filming just outside London so I’ll be over here basically until right after the wedding. No trips back and forth for me.”

“That’s great! And that means you’ll be ‘round for game nights. I’ll have to warn you that Gwilym and I make a great team.”

Joe scoffed at that, “Gwil and I are a great team, thank you very much.”

“Funny, he hasn’t mentioned anything to me about your skills,” you shot back with a smirk.

“Guess we’ll just have to ask him.”

“Guess we will.”

Gwilym ended up being the first person the two of you saw as you entered the living room. He saw you walk in and headed over quickly with a big smile on his face.

“Ah Y/N, glad you made it!” he said, leaning down for a peck on the cheek and a quick hug.

“Yep, and only 20 fashionable minutes late,” you replied and the three of you laughed.

“Alright, alright, introductions are over. We have something to settle with you Gwil,” Joe said seriously.

“Oh?” Gwil asked, a little confused.

“That’s right. Joe and I wanted to know which one of us is the best game night partner,” you asked, pointing an accusatory finger as Joe squinted his eyes at him.

Gwil broke out in laughter, which only seemed slightly nervous. “Well you see… It’s like comparing apples and oranges. Y/N you’re better at trivia but Joe you’re really good at charades.”

Joe and you looked at each other and then back to Gwil.

“Seems like a bit of a cop-out to me,” Joe pointed out.

“Yeah, why don’t you just give us a real--”

“Y/N! There you are!” you heard Lucy calling out to you and you turned to see your best friend excusing herself from some of her family members. She half ran over to you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Hey you look nice,” you told her when you pulled back and could see her outfit. She was in a flowy cream colored dress with ruffles and gold ribbon sewn in.

“Thank you,” she replied. Then a cheeky smile took over her face and she told you, “You look a bit like a young widow attending her 80-year-old husband’s funeral after killing him in his sleep. All you’re missing is the black veil.”

“Shut up!”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N, you look lovely,” Rami told you as he walked up.

As he kissed your cheek and you leaned in for a hug you told him while looking at Lucy, “Thank you, Rami, you truly are such a good friend.”

“I’m just telling it like it is,” Lucy shrugged to everyone’s amusement.

Everyone got to chatting and catching up, but when you were in the middle of a conversation with Gwil, Lucy pulled you away.

“Where did he get to?” Lucy wondered, looking around the room. “Who--?”

“Ah there he is,” Lucy told herself more than you and started pulling you over to the other side of the room.

You had no idea where she was leading you to until you noticed a man with blonde hair facing the other direction and talking to a couple you didn’t know. Realizing it must be Ben, your stomach dropped but whether it was out of anticipation, excitement, or anxiousness you couldn’t tell. Ben had been hyped up so much both by your friends and by the idea of him you had in your mind. Now it was even worse after that speech Lucy had given you a couple weeks ago. Even though she hadn’t meant to, she was putting all of your attention on Ben with the thought of sex in mind. Now you were just trying to stave it off so you didn’t make a fool of yourself upon meeting him.

Taking a deep breath in as Lucy tapped on his shoulder, you tried to ready yourself for anything that might happen. Ben looked quickly and saw that it was Lucy and politely excused himself from the conversation.

Even just hearing him say that made your eyes widen slightly; he had such a deep, rich voice that in any other case your mouth would practically be watering at the thought of what it would sound like in bed. Now, you had that thought but had to drop it quickly from your mind because it would lead places that weren’t allowed.

Ben finally turned around, smiling at Lucy and then his expression turned to interest when he saw you.

“Ben, I’d like you to meet my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben,” Lucy said and the two of you shook hands, smiling and exchanging pleasantries. “Okay so you both already know that you’ll be walking together so… get to know each other! Become, acquainted, better yet become friends!”

Both of you laughed lightly at Lucy’s words and then waved her off when someone started calling for her.

“So you’re the infamous Ben,” you said jokingly, looking him up and down as if you were studying him and not as if he was just incredibly good to look at.

“Infamous? Do I have that bad of a reputation?” Ben said back good-naturedly, though he was a little worried you had heard about his penchant for sleeping with people at weddings, especially with Rami confronting him about it.

“Well, maybe not bad, more I’ve just heard about you so much without meeting you that if it weren’t for your movies I wouldn’t have thought you really existed,” you amended with a smile.

“Oh my movies, huh? You’ve seen more than one?” Ben asked cheekily and your cheeks flushed for a moment.

“Well I’ve obviously seen borhap, as you would call it, and I saw X-Men before all that to keep up with the series, and my family’s very into action movies, so I caught 6 Underground with them,” you explained.

“Seems like you’re pretty familiar with my filmography,” he pointed out with a smile.

“If that’s what you wanna think…”

“I think that you’ve been here for about ten minutes and no one’s gotten you a drink. Can I fix that?” Ben asked, gesturing to your empty hands.

“Lead the way,” you replied, and he guided you over to where a little bar was set up. On the way, you had to remind yourself again of the rules and that though a handsome man was making you a drink, that was all that was happening.

“Alright, they’ve got the works so what would you like?” Ben said with an easy smile.

“Oh, um, I like Moscow mules,” you told him.

“Good choice, good choice,” Ben replied as he looked around at the different bottles. “A Moscow mule…”

“Do you know how to make a Moscow mule?” you asked because he had missed the ginger beer bottle about three times.

“What? Of course I… don’t,” he admitted sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I can just make it,” you suggested but Ben shook his head.

“No, I said I was going to get you a drink, and I’ll make it. If you could just tell me how?” he said with a small smile.

You laughed and nodded, “Okay, so just squeeze a lime wedge into the glass and go ahead and drop it in. Then a couple ice cubes, that’s good. And now two oz. of vodka, actually why don’t you do one and a half, I don’t need two right now. Now you just fill the rest with ginger beer and give it a stir!”

Ben stirred the drink and then garnished it with another lime wedge, “Ta-da, my first ever Moscow mule and all for you!”

Taking it from him, you waited until he grabbed his own drink again and then held yours up for a cheers. After taking a sip you said, “Mmm, very good, just like a real bartender. Do you want to try?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile and you carefully exchanged drinks so he didn’t have to hold both while he did. Your hands brushed against each other a couple times and you had to keep your breath from catching at how warm his hands were and the way he looked at you when it happened. “Oh wow, yeah that’s very good. Maybe I’ll have to have these from now on.”

“And hey, if the acting thing ever stops working out, you could always fall back on being a bartender,” you joked, unable to stop your laughter.

Ben shook his head but laughed too, saying, “That’s cold, that’s cold.”

Then he took another gulp of your drink and you reached forward to get it from him, “Hey, that’s mine, make your own if you’re so good at it.”

“Just a repayment for you being so mean. There, have it back,” he said with a smirk, handing it back to you and grabbing his own drink from your hand.

“Hmph,” you held your drink close to you to keep him from getting it again and Ben laughed at your actions, about to say something else when Rami was heard over the chatter saying that dinner was ready.

_

For dinner you were sat in between Lucy and Joe with Ben across from you and Gwilym and Rami next to him. Talk and laughter interrupted the actual eating of the meal, but it was hard to mind because everyone was having so much fun. Lucy and Rami’s families were on the other side of them, so everyone got to hear funny stories about their childhood as well.

After dinner, you and Emma had volunteered to get the dessert ready after some others had helped put away the dishes. You took it as an opportunity to catch up a little.

“So, you and that Ben seem to be hitting it off,” Emma said in a teasing tone as she started grabbing little plates from a cupboard.

“Please, you’re not doing recon for Lucy are you?” you asked with a roll of your eyes and taking the cleaned forks from the dish rack.

Emma looked at you confusedly, “What do you mean?”

“She didn’t tell you what she told me?” you asked and she shook her head. You sighed, taking the cover off the homemade sheet cake as you told her, “She told me that I wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone. And especially Ben because we’re walking together.”

Emma broke out in laughter at the words you said and the dejected way in which you said them, accidentally dropping the cake server onto the counter with a clatter, “Oh my gosh, honestly I can’t blame her, you do kinda wreak havoc on weddings.”

“That’s not fair! There’s only been like two outright verbal fights because of me,” you defended, taking the cake server yourself and starting to cut squares of cake.

“Hey, don’t take your anger out on the cake,” she pointed to your first haphazard piece of cake. “Anyway, how many passive aggressive altercations have there been because of you?”

“I dunno,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders but Emma’s look made you add, “Fine, a lot.”

“Exactly, now Ben’s hot I’ll give you that,  but I think you can survive these next weeks without jumping his bones. It’s not like you’ll be seeing him all the time,” Emma told you.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be an adult, whatever. Lucy and Rami already covered this, you know,” you said with a bit of annoyance.

“Okay I’ll shut up. Let’s get this cake out there before there’s a riot,” she joked and you smiled, following her back into the living room with the pan of cake as she took the forks and plates.

_

Emma’s speech (you swore next it’ll be their mom telling you not to fuck Ben) did give you new resolve not to get too friendly with Ben, thinking it was better to interact with him in groups from now on.

That plan went well for most of the rest of the night as Joe, Gwilym, and Emma proved effective buffers. But then Gwilym had to leave because he had call time in the morning and Joe went with because he was staying with him. Then Emma went off to compare notes with Sami, Rami’s brother, about their respective maid of honor and best man responsibilities. You looked around and realized that because it was getting later and the families had gone home and Lucy and Rami were off doing who knows what in the kitchen, you were completely alone with Ben.

Not only that, but you were sitting right next to him on the couch and your knees were definitely touching. You tapped your fingers on your cup as you listened to Ben. He was telling you about shooting in Italy, which you had asked about because after going to Venice, you wanted to see more, but it was hard to pay attention. Your focus was being brought to his hands that he used to gesture as he talked. To his hair that he would absent-mindedly run his fingers through whenever a strand fell down onto his forehead. To his lips, oh fuck his full lips, that he licked whenever he smiled or laughed.

You could feel yourself leaning closer to him and if you weren’t wrong, his words were slowing down and he was getting closer to you too.

“So, yeah, I loved Florence, but um, Siena was something-- something special. It’s, it’s really-- really gorgeous,” Ben finished.

You looked up at him but found that he was looking at your lips and had tugged his own between his teeth. With the second drink in your system and the way you could feel Ben’s body heat radiating towards you and pulling you in, you were a second away from saying fuck it iand just kissing him.

“Are you done with your drink? Do you need another or?” Lucy’s voice asking you brought both of you out of whatever state you were in and you moved apart from each other, not so subtly.

You looked to Lucy and didn’t miss the pointed look she was giving you. “No, I should probably actually head out. I’ve got something in the morning, thanks though.”

Ben stood up when you did and you said goodbye with a strictly friendly hug. Then you said goodbye to Lucy, telling her quietly that she didn’t have to say anything. You found Rami with Emma and Sami and said goodbye to all of them.

As you were headed to the front door to let yourself out, Ben walked up behind you.

“Hold on a second,” he said and you turned around to him with a pleasant smile. “I, um, wanted to give you my number in case there’s ever anything that we need to discuss or whatever since we’re, you know, walking together.”

Ben was a little awkward getting that out, so you handed your phone to him with a bright, “Sure!” to reassure him.

He typed in his phone number and you were ready to walk away with a quick goodbye but Ben got a look in his eye. For a second you thought he was going to kiss you and your breath caught, and then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Although not the kiss you were expecting, it still had an effect on you. It was different to the ones you had gotten from say Gwilym or Rami. Though it was probably just as quick, it felt a lot longer and just that simple act made your whole body feel warm.

“Looking forward to seeing you soon,” Ben said softly, hardly waiting for your quiet, “you too” before walking back to the living room.

You reached your hand up to the spot on your cheek he had kissed and walked out the door. That warm feeling didn’t go away all night.

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[jupiter235]

WIP....wait, it’s actually Wednesday??

Tagged by the forever awesome @jeannedarcprice. Have another excerpt from the Days Gone AU I’m working on. This is a part of one of Gil’s memories that’s going to appear at some point in the fic (I don’t yet know where, though.) 

~Start of the “freaker virus” outbreak, Boston, Massachusetts:

It was meant to be a two-week visit to America. Two weeks to visit my friends and more importantly, to spend time with Meri. Then Vetra and Suvi’s wedding was meant to be near the end of it, then they’d get on a plane to their honeymoon while I caught my flight back to London.

But to Hell with all that, of course.

All flights were grounded mere hours after my arrival. That was when Jill really began to worry. Meri picked up on it, I know she did—kids aren’t stupid, after all. I did what I could to try and soothe them both—probably used some sappy drivel or something about how this all couldn’t last. Doesn’t matter, because it didn’t really work, anyway.

The next day, Vetra calls. She and Suvi were moving their wedding up to that afternoon.

“She’s terrified,” Vetra had told us on the phone. “She’s convinced that if we don’t do it as soon as possible, then we may never get to. And I think she’s right.”

Suvi knew a preacher that was willing to perform the ceremony at the last minute. So it was just the preacher, his wife, me, Jill, Meri, and Sidera at the preacher’s house. We’d all tried to get in touch with everyone else who was supposed to be there—some weren’t answering their phones, and some were just too far away to make it in time. We all tried not to think about it, honestly.

Then the news just started getting oh-so-much-more cheery. That the hospitals were already beyond capacity wasn’t new. That the dead were starting to number in the millions wasn’t new either. That those who hadn’t died were turning into cannibalistic monsters also wasn’t.

What was new was that the ones who were turning were gathering together into what they were calling “hordes,” and no one seemed to know how to contain them. So they were running rampant everywhere, invading entire towns and killing whoever couldn’t run away from them fast enough. They’d stopped keeping track of the number of infected people, so many were getting sick.

Then the hordes started overrunning the large cities. Evacuation orders started going out. I think it took about two days before the news channels all stopped broadcasting. Then phone calls stopped going through.

I think that was the point where I knew that shit was seriously fucked now.

Meri had started staying closer and closer to me, her hand sliding into one of mine at random times. I could tell she was trying to not be scared. I wanted to tell her it didn’t matter, because we were all scared.

I had always thought she’d been so small for an eleven-year-old. When I would look at her, meaning to reassure her with some ridiculous and pointless platitude, it would die in my mouth.

My daughter was afraid, and I had to help her to not be.

So all I could do was hug her and hope it was enough.

I think it was about the time that the cellular towers stopped working that Vetra, Suvi, and Sid came over. They were leaving Boston, and they wanted us to come with them. Jill and I only glanced at one another. Decisions like this never really called for a debate between the two of us—we both always knew when we were in agreement with one another. Meri, smart girl that she was, seemed to know what the decision was before either of us had said anything and ran straight to her room to begin packing.

We followed their example; one backpack each containing a change of clothes and the barest essentials, with the hope that we could get more wherever we were going. Jill didn’t even bother locking the door when we left. She never said anything, and no one else bothered mentioning it, but that was when we all knew that we weren’t coming back. And several of her neighbors had had the same idea about leaving—several of them were packing their vehicles, others were walking like we were.

We wound up at the NERO refugee camp just outside of Boston. And it turned out we’d left just in time; word had begun circulating around the camp that they’d given the order to evacuate the city. People would be flooding the place within hours.

And they did just that. It didn’t even take a day before they had to start turning people away. The rumor was that they were being diverted to other refugee camps (were there any others to go to? Assuming they could even make it…) but some people had their doubts.

There was another rumor going around that NERO had executed a bunch of incoming people in their cars.

Vetra, Suvi, Sid, and I would find out later that that one was not a rumor, but a fact.

We’d all been at the refugee camp for a rather uneventful couple of days when shit went from bad to worse. Vetra was off somewhere trying to negotiate information out of anyone that would talk to her, and Jill had started working with the NERO scientists at the camp who were trying to come up with anything to try to help treat the people that were still getting sick. Suvi and I were trying to keep Sid and Meri entertained with a game of cards when we’d started to notice Meri was looking more and more pale and listless.

“I’m fine,” she said when I asked.

It was Sid who’d reached over and felt her forehead. “No you’re not, you’re burning up,” she pointed out.

I’d never truly felt that feeling of pure dread creeping down my spine before. First time for everything, I suppose.

The cards were forgotten as I picked Meri up and the four of us went to the medical tents. She was immediately put in a bed and hooked up to an IV. And Jill and Vetra had appeared from wherever they’d been.

The doctor diagnosing Meri with the virus was pretty much a formality. A cruel one, at that.

I wanted to punch him.

It wouldn’t have helped anything.

I held Meri’s hand instead. Jill held her other hand.

I don’t know how much time passed before the two NERO soldiers suddenly appeared, but I think it had only been a few hours. Meri had passed out not long after her diagnosis, and slept fitfully the entire time. But next thing I knew, there they were, armed and everything.

Then they told Jill that they were flying all of the scientists to another location, and demanded she come with them immediately.

“Hell no!” she’d protested.

“We don’t have time to argue,” one of them said. “Besides, your kid’s either gonna turn or die soon, anyway.”

“She said no, you prick!” I said. I could feel Suvi’s hand on my shoulder.

“She doesn’t have a choice,” the asshole argued. I hadn’t seen his partner move, but suddenly they had Jill by one arm and were tugging her away from Meri’s bedside.

“You fucking son of a—“ I started forward when they’d grabbed her, but was immediately cut off by the two rifle barrels suddenly pointing at me. I could feel Suvi clutching at my arm now.

“Turn loose of the girl and come with us,” the other asshole ordered, “Or I shoot your friends.”

“Gil, Suvi, it’s okay,” Jill said, pressing a kiss to the back of Meri’s hand and putting it down, and I could feel a surge of rage welling up at my helplessness to stop any of this.

“We’ll stay with her, we promise,” Suvi said, and before we could do anything else, Jill was ushered out of the medical tent.

I hadn’t realized that complete silence had fallen over the medical tent until I heard Vetra snarl “Motherfuckers” after the NERO guys left with Jill.

“Where are they taking mom?” Meri suddenly asked, and that was also when I realized she’d been awake for most, or all, of that confrontation.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I answered, taking her hand again. That was when I realized a third, then a fourth, thing.

“Where are all the doctors?” someone at another bedside said.

“They’re all leaving,” Sid answered the tent at large. There were gasps and denials, and several people ran outside to confirm what she’d said. I glanced up at her and Vetra as they arrived at Meri’s bed, and that was when I noticed they had all of our backpacks.

“It’s true,” Vetra said. “I heard one of them mention that there was a massive horde headed this way. We have less than ten minutes to get the hell out of here.” More gasps and denials went around. Then someone came back.

“She’s right,” the woman said. “All the NERO people are gone and I just saw the last helicopter take off.”

“What the fuck??” someone else shouted.

“Where are we supposed to go?” a third person demanded.

Not that anyone had an answer, of course. Suvi reached down and started unhooking Meri’s IV, and several other people started moving around.

And then

“HORDE INCOMING!!!! HORDE INCOMING!!!!!” a man ran by the tent shouting.

#mass effect: andromeda #gil brodie #vetra nyx #sidera nyx #suvi anwar #gilder #fan fiction #days gone au

[program-800]

Exploring D:BH Fics (Part 9)

D:BH CHARACTER PROMINENCE IN THE ACTUAL GAME VS AO3 FICS

Which characters are relatively more prominent in canon and are they the same ones prominent in the fandom? I tried my hand at answering that question (quantitatively) and the graph above is the result.

I sorted the graph by prominence in fandom (i.e., percent of character tags received). The graph is meant to act as a rough gauge to identify characters that may have gotten (or lost) prominence when moving from canon to fandom material. The specific percentage numbers between the two sources (canon/fandom) are not directly comparable since prominence had to be operationalised differently between the two sources (all details under the cut). x Interactive versions of all graphs presented (so you can see the numbers clearly, etc) available on my Github page (link in description/tumblr heading!).

Usually I split the methods write-up from the results, but this time I’ll keep them together, again, because the process and assumptions made are especially important for this analysis (for starters, how was prominence even operationalised in canon/fandom material?).

Other work: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII

Before I go into the methods, two questions to think about:

1) There are a lot of ways to talk about the prominence of a character - how many times did they appear (and what counts as an appearance; just walking across the street, or actually being the focus of action)? How much screen-time did they get? How many lines did they say? How many times their name appeared or they were referred to? Maybe even how much influence they had over events?

2) If we’ve settled on an answer for (1), how do we compare that between different mediums? D:BH is a game and fics are, well, mainly text.

These were questions I thought a lot about before proceeding. In the end, I settled for rather simplistic operationalisations. For the actual game, I relied on the dialogue transcriptions from the Detroit: Become Text project. For fics, I relied on the character tags provided by the AO3 authors.

1. D:BH ACTUAL GAME DIALOGUE Dataset: Some people have done wonderful work transcribing most of the dialogue in the actual D:BH game (please see Detroit: Become Text on Github!). I worked with all the material they had - 4728 lines of dialogue.

1.1 Preprocessing Everything was in HTML so it was a simple task of writing some code to pull out the character names and counting the number of dialogue lines each individual had. x Assumption 1: Share of dialogue is indicative of character prominence in the game. I decided on this mainly because I was limited by the information I had (D:BT almost fully transcribes dialogue only) and also because D:BH is a very conversation-heavy game. x Assumption 2: Sometimes characters might be interchangeable for certain lines, e.g. Josh or Simon can tell Markus, “Be careful, Markus. Our people need you.” I chose to drop these lines and not assign them to any character’s count since there were only 15 of them in the whole transcription. x Assumption 3: The game has multiple scenarios based on your choices. I chose not to distinguish between them, taking the whole transcription as a long text document. My justification is that if the writers decided a character was important enough to have/be in several variants of the scenario (think Connor’s multiple endings versus, maybe, the android Markus picked up paint from), I should not discount that.

Following this, I selected 40 named characters (i.e., no random policeman/passer-bys) for visualisation and comparison. These 40 characters together had 3745 transcribed lines.

1.2 Results

Note the percentage is calculated from the lines of these 40 characters only (i.e., does not cover dialogue counts of unnamed policemen, unnamed deviants, etc).

Connor, Kara, and Markus take up almost 50% together. I think Markus has slightly less lines than Connor and Kara since it’s possible for North to take his place. Fan favourites like Gavin hold only a tiny sliver of the pie. Note that according to this operationalisation of prominence, RK900 is at 0% (since he doesn’t say anything in-game).

2. CHARACTER TAGS FROM D:BH AO3 FICS Dataset: 13,933 English-language fics scraped from AO3, spanning May 2018 to mid Oct- 2019.

2.1 Preprocessing I collated all the tags that fell under the AO3 character class (61333 tags). I did a fair bit of manual cleaning as usual (for misspellings, different ways to tag a character, etc). x (Long) assumption: Picking out dialogue lines from fic and attributing it correctly to characters is an extremely difficult task (I think I've seen machine learning papers on it). So, I chose to go with tags - I assumed that characters that are important or at the very least more than a one-liner would receive a tag. At the same time, I assumed that characters that are really just one-liner appearances (like “He saw Nines walk across the room.” with zero mention of Nines in the rest of the fic) would not get tagged.

Clearly this is not foolproof since everyone has different ideas of what constitutes a character that should be tagged, but it’s what I worked with (otherwise I would have to read and check every fic). Stuff to note:

1) Ambiguous tags like “everyone” were not assigned to any character. 2) Tags that mentioned multiple characters (e.g “mentioned North and Josh”) or ships were also not assigned to any character. 3) Tags that were in the style of “Connor (mentioned)” were still added to their respective characters. Again, I think most writers have varying ideas of what a “mention” actually means, so I decided to be less stringent and more inclusive here. 4) Tags for ‘Jericho’  and ‘Jericrew’, etc - I added 0.25 to the counts of Markus, North, Simon, and Josh each time such a tag appeared. Whether I did that or not probably wouldn’t have drastically changed the results though, since there were only 87~ Jericho-related character tags.

I picked out the same 40 named characters I looked at from the actual game dialogue. These 40 characters together had received 53274 tags.

2.2 Results

Again, note the percentage is calculated from the total number of times these 40 characters were tagged (e.g., does not include tag counts for OCs - which were tagged quite a bit as well).

We see Connor still holding on to his share and huge jumps from Gavin and RK900. DPD members in general also seem to have slightly bigger slices of the pie in fandom.

3. Ending notes It’s pretty difficult to see some of the information from the two pie charts, so I put the information from both into the bar chart that I introduced this whole post with:

I can’t emphasise enough that the exact percentage numbers between canon/fandom are not directly comparable since prominence had to be operationalised differently. Nonetheless, I think the chart does capture a trend that reflects my reading experience. Now I just need more spare time/need to kidnap some data minions  so I can work on a more rigorous and direct comparison.

#dbh #detroit become human #fandom stats #dbh fanfic #ao3 #really just basic frequency stuff

[kwanfairy]

check in tag ✅

i was tagged by @choi-hae - much obliged as always my love (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

1. WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL? my url usually changes with my current hyperfixation haha oops i dont remember which video it was but the editors called Byeongkwan a fairy and i was like "yes you are so right" (♡μ_μ)

2. ANY SIDE BLOGS? nope. i only have this clusterfuck of a mess lmao i do keep all my prev url's tho cause im a sentimental bitch

3. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ON TUMBLR? for almost 10 years (・_・) good lord

4. DO YOU HAVE A QUEUE TAG? i tried queueing stuff years ago for a short time so i for sure had one but i dont see the need to use the queue function as i dont post any own content so

5. WHY DID YOU START YOUR BLOG? i was 16/17 when i first got really into MCR and i looked up a bunch of pics and continuously stumbled across tumblr so i thought ya know this lil website seems to cater to my needs and 10yrs and 78 hyperfixations later here we are

6. WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR ICON? dsjhajkdhj is there really an explanation needed????????? I MEAN LOOK AT MY LIL MAN PLS (ಥ з ಥ)

7. WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR HEADER? because i'm a huge ass simp for the boyfrriends but also mobile didnt let me change it to junhee getting smacked in the face with a balloon (but i will prob try again soon cause its just too good of a moment bless)

8. WHAT'S YOUR POST WITH THE MOST NOTES? like i said im not a content creator but the boyfriends made me do this and this (this one here is the actual post with the most notes but i didnt even credit the source and should prob delete it)

9. HOW MANY MUTUALS DO YOU HAVE? pls i have no idea literally anyone who follows me or who i am following is my beloved regardless if we follow eachother or not

10. HOW MANY FOLLOWERS DO YOU HAVE? i'd prob have 3000 if i wouldnt block all the porn bots i have 400+

11. HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU FOLLOW ...39 💀 im just very picky while complaining about my dash being dry af

12. HAVE YOU EVER MADE A SHITPOST? as i dont talk much on tumblr nothing really comes to mind but im sure ive made 1 or 2 in all those years

13. HOW OFTEN DO YOU USE TUMBLR EACH DAY? i check in a few times throughout the day but become more active before i go to sleep

14. DID YOU HAVE A FIGHT WITH ANOTHER BLOG? WHO WON? lmao no im not one to fight with ppl online. if theres someone i heavily disagree with i either unfollow or block them

15. OPINIONS ON "YOU NEED TO REBLOG THIS" POSTS? i hate the pressuring nature of those posts.. thankfully i am capable of forming my own opinions/stances and advocate them respectfully

16. DO YOU LIKE TAG GAMES? yeeeee!! as mentioned im a very introverted and timid person but i love doing these cause by tagging other ppl i can indirectly tell them that i love them (while learning about them) and by being tagged i too feel seen and appreciated („ಡωಡ„) plus they are fun in general!

17. DO YOU LIKE ASK GAMES? ive never done any but i dont think id like them. i def prefer tag games!

18. WHICH OF YOUR MUTUALS IS TUMBLR FAMOUS? yall are famous to me (ง ื▿ ื)ว ♡ !!

19. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON A MUTUAL? yall are very much loved by me (ง ื▿ ื)ว ♡ !!

20. TAGGING @stitchzmile @minbinlix @emmy-clou @awwfuckno @hotarukanzaki @brightstarinthesky as usual feel free to ignore~

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[mydetheturk]

Whumptober 2020

No 12. I THINK I’VE BROKEN SOMETHING

Broken Down

Laughter Lines (532 words) by mydetheturk Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan Characters: Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Theron Shan Additional Tags: when is the IA NOT having a bad day, Imperial Agent Has A Bad Time, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Drug Use Series: Part 12 of Myde's Whumptober Fics Summary:

Getting captured is never fun, and Theron is having a pretty bad time of it. The Imperial Agent he's with is having a much worse time of it, however.

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The Imperial’s giggling is what’s keeping Theron on edge. It makes him look his actual age, which from what Theron’s been able to figure is relatively close to his own. He seems so much older normally, between the scars and his demeanor.

But the breathless giggling has the hair on the back of Theron’s neck standing up, and Theron isn’t sure what to do about it. His job consists of a lot of breaking people and not a lot of fixing them.

He’s determined to try, though. Whoever it was that grabbed them managed to break something in Cipher Nine, whether it was bones or his head, or something much worse.

Theron is willing to put creds on it being the “something much worse” from the way Cipher Nine has yet to stop giggling.

“Keeper!” Theron tries, shoving his counterpart a little bit. “Keeper, come on. Breathe!” he hisses.

The Cipher takes a breath but it only sets off another wave of giggles.

Theron can feel his anxiety ratcheting up with each giggle. Its nerve-wracking to hear what sounds like pain under the laughter, to process that this is something he might not be able to fix. He knows Cipher Nine tolerates Force Healing but would much rather let his wounds heal with Bacta or just on their own – the amount of scars that Theron’s seen is testament to that.

But this?

This feels like something in Cipher Nine has finally broken and Theron is a little afraid that the only thing that might be able to fix it is someone getting into his head and pressing the off button.

He has one last pazaak card up his sleeve though.

“C’mon, Sable,” Theron says, and Cipher Nine’s breath hitches in a way that Theron can tell has nothing to do with the laughter. “Easy, easy. Breathe with me.”

Theron wraps his arms around Cipher Nine’s ribs, pulling the Imperial close enough that his chest is pressed flush against Theron’s back. There’s a shiver, and Theron’s brain flickers back to cool nights on Yavin IV. He forcibly turns away from the thoughts.

It’s not the first time that Theron’s wished he could connect with the Force – but it’s one of the few times he hasn’t wanted it for reasons related to his mother. If he had the Force, Theron reckons, he could make the man he’s been sleeping with off and on for the past couple of years get some rest.

Theron keeps murmuring at Cipher Nine, keeps trying to get the other spy’s breathing situated. Theron’s snuck into medical and read the files – Cipher Nine’s ribs are a disaster zone of cracks and breaks and a period of near-permanent bruising.

Not to mention the strain Force Lightning put on his heart.

Theron’s seen tactics like this before – push one to the brink and watch their partner crash and burn trying to save them. (Theron’s done something like this before.)

He’s just never seen broken giggling like the Cipher’s. He holds Sable until the man finally crashes in a fit of pained giggles.

“Lana’s gonna kill me,” he whispers in to Sable’s hair. “I let them break you and Lana’s gonna kill me.”

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[alleiradayne]

LONG JACKET A DESTIEL-ISH SERIES

Over the last few years, I’ve seen some of the craziest shit hunting with the Winchesters and their angel, Castiel. But this story right here? This isn’t about monsters. This isn’t about the battle between good and evil, heaven and hell. I understand all that.

It’s people I don’t get. People are crazy. And we do crazy things when we’re in love.

PART IV - UNDERSHIRTS

Summary: A lot of investigation, a little bit of a lead, and some personal time between Sam and Y/N. Warnings/Tags: Seriously, more awkward flirting, mentions of missing persons, investigations Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader Word Count: 1,656

“This doesn’t make any sense.”

In a rare display of emotion, Sam tossed the dossier onto the dash of the Impala. “Why in the hell did five random dudes just… disappear?”

The Impala rolled around a corner as Dean turned down a residential street outside of Salem proper. “Maybe they were rushes? Initiation gone wrong…”

“They’re twenty-seven. If you’re going back to college at that age, the likelihood of joining a fraternity is very slim,” Sam replied. “I doubt a group would even rush them.” His chin dropped into his right hand, elbow propped on the sill of the passenger door. “None of this makes sense. I don’t even think it’s a case.”

There’s a reason I don’t play poker. Dean saw my reaction clear as day in the rearview mirror. “What’s up, Y/N?”

“I’m not sure anything up our alley is going on here,” I managed. “So I dunno. Vampires? Draining young, healthy guys and discarding the bodies?”

Beside me, Castiel shrugged. “It’s unlikely. There’s no other vampire behavior. These people went missing in the middle of the day.”

Sam whipped around to face him. “What?”

“The last time they were seen was the middle of the day,” Castiel stated. “You read the reports, right? That’s the only common thread I found.”

“Son of a bitch.”

Dean’s exaggerated gasp rent the air as he gawked at Sam, then laughed when he saw Sam’s flat stare. “I can’t believe it, the great Sam Winchester, investigator extraordinaire, missed something.”

“Shut up. It’s not like you noticed either,” Sam retorted.

As hard as I tried to hold back, unbidden laughter shook my shoulders. Between Sam’s irritation—I never wanted to annoy him, but as of late, it seemed relatively easy to get under his skin—Castiel’s impatience, and Dean’s one-track mind, my ribs burned with the effort to keep quiet.

“Hey,” Dean admonished as he slowed the Impala in front of a pale blue house. “I don’t hear you offering up anything besides lame-ass vampires, Ms. Y/N.”

“That’s because,” I started as I opened the door, “I bet you won’t like my best theory much.”

A metallic crunch echoed through the neighborhood as Dean exited the Impala and rounded the front-end. “Oh, I’ll take it,” he continued. “Twenty bucks says you can’t piss me off.”

Halfway up the walk to the house, I rounded on him and said, “I don’t think there’s a case here, and I think Detective Williams’ called you to get laid.”

If anything, Dean was, at most, mildly offended. He knew we weren’t dumb. Maybe he had hoped we wouldn’t figure it out. When the subtle pink blossomed on his cheeks again, he attempted to side-step me for the house, but Sam grasped him by the shoulder and pointed at me.

“Pay the lady.”

That indeed seemed to piss him off. Dean shoved a hand in his pocket, tore out his wallet, and shuffled through it. Then he smacked an old twenty-dollar bill into my hand and grumbled to himself as he stalked past.

“I think there’s actually a case here,” Castiel said over my shoulder.

“How so?”

He gestured to the house directly ahead. “I think we’re about to find out.”

Too many hours in and out of the car had stiffened my legs and knotted my neck. Not to mention all the sinking sofas, worn-out chairs, and leaned on countertops at five different interviewed homes. But it had all been worth it.

“Groceries.”

Dean kept repeating himself the entire way back to the motel.

“Groceries.”

“Dean, we get it, the last thing they told anyone they were going to do was grocery shopping,” Sam barked. “Why is that so weird?”

When the Impala lumbered over the driveway and into the motel’s parking lot, I decided it was time to play the game. “They all went to the same store. Could have been one of the employees.”

“That’s… a possibility, sure,” Sam started as he exited the car. When I followed, he continued. “But it’s just as likely that they were randomly targeted on the way to the store. Or out of the store.”

“Which store?” Castiel asked at the door.

Dean unlocked it and strode through. “L&M Foods.”

I had made it across the motel room and withdrawn my pajamas from my bag when Sam said, “We should take a look around tonight. When there aren’t so many people around.”

My chin slumped to my chest. “I guess I’ll sleep later.”

Castiel rushed to my side and touched my forehead with no warning. Warmth spread through my entire body, but when he withdrew his hand, I still ached. “You need to rest. We can check in the morning.”

Sam regarded Dean, who shrugged, then turned back to me with a worrying twist to his lips. He closed the space between us, then asked, “You gonna be okay, Y/N?”

The aching muscles in my neck screamed out for relief in the nearness of Sam. But I kept that to myself, despite my staring at his massive hands. “I need to get some sleep.”

Either he could read minds or body language. I’d bet on both. Sam’s soothing touch rubbed my shoulder. Perfectly innocuous, and every bit the caring friend he seemed determined to remain.

Except Dean knew otherwise. At least, I assumed he knew how I felt. When I spotted his crooked smile, I dug as deep as humanly possible for every ounce of resolve to not blush.

“Cas and I can—,” Dean started, but he froze when he turned to Castiel. Again.

Castiel had removed his suit jacket, tie, and button-up before anyone had noticed. “I… thought we weren’t going anywhere until tomorrow morning.”

To that day, I had never seen Dean’s face turn so red so quickly. And then it finally dawned on me. Where I had saved face—albeit a fraction—when caught pining for someone, Dean openly blushed, stared without reservation at the object of his affection.

Look, I am the first to admit that I know next to nothing about flirting. Hell, half the time, all I did was irritate the piss out of Sam. But Dean and Castiel knew fuckall. And at that exact moment, as Dean stared at Castiel in suit pants and an undershirt, everything made sense.

“You know, now that I think about it,” I started far louder than I had intended. Dean startled as he averted his gaze, and Sam snatched his hand from my shoulder. “We should get a look tonight.” Though I tried to fight it, a wide yawn interrupted my statement, and Sam’s touch returned.

“No, Y/N, you need rest,” he insisted. “You two can go tonight yet, right?”

Castiel shrugged back into his shirt. “I don’t need to sleep, but are you—”

“I’m fine!” Dean barked as he grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the motel room.

The dejected sigh from Castiel as he tossed on his suit jacket—he had forgone the tie, left in a pile on the table—followed him to the door.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Give him some time,” I said. “He’ll figure it out.”

He smiled at that. “Thank you.” Before heading through the door, he regarded Sam with an equally fond smile, then left.

When the door closed, I turned to Sam, but he spoke first. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

The perfect opportunity had presented itself, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

“You know, riding in the backseat of that car all the time really does a number on my back.”

“Oh,” he quipped as he sat on the bed. “Here, sit in front of me. The only spot in the Impala that is remotely comfortable is the driver’s seat.”

Well, shit. Can’t say I didn’t try. I did as he said and sat on the edge of the bed. Deft hands and precise thumbs started in on the knots of my shoulders with expert accuracy. “I guess you would know.”

“My neck is constantly killing me,” he agreed. “I usually take a couple tennis balls in a sock to my shoulders. Hurts like hell, but the relief is worth it.”

A momentary silence filled the space as my mind slowed to nothing and sleep threatened. Before long, I slumped over, and only Sam’s gentle shake woke me. “Sorry. Castiel wasn’t joking. This exhaustion is fucking terrible.”

Sam squeezed my shoulders one more time before motioning towards the bed. “You should change and get some rest. When we get back to the Bunker, I can really take care of these.” He prodded the lingering knot at the base of my neck.

“I could return the favor, too,” I suggested as I stood.

It wasn’t until I turned to him and found a blush on his cheeks, similar to Dean’s, that I understood. “I mean, only if you want, just thought I’d offer, you know, it’s fine if you don’t, I get it, it’s kind of weird—”

“I would enjoy that very much.”

If I hadn’t been so damn tired, I might have made another move. But sleep beckoned—no, demanded—my attention. I offered my best beyond-exhausted smile as I turned for the bathroom and, once there, shut the door.

I didn’t bother locking it. I knew Sam wouldn’t come in unless I explicitly asked. And even then, knowing how I’d burned the wick at both ends for far too long, he would merely drag my dead weight into bed to sleep. And sleep I would. Dear Lord, I never knew the human body could experience such draining exhaustion.

After a quick change of clothes and a brushing of teeth, I left the bathroom and found Sam at the table pouring over dossiers. His brief smile faded the second he returned to the profiles, eager to get to the bottom of the case.

As I curled into bed, I convinced myself that he wanted to get back to the Bunker sooner than I did.

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