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i hate that man — kim seungmin.

trope. enemies to lovers. college au. fluff. seungmin being a menace.

synopsis. the four times you think you hate seungmin, and the one time you think that might not have been true after all

word count. 5.5k words

warnings. a joke about jumping out the window, crying over a failed test exam, curse words

author’s note. inspired by that tiktok audio!! u know which one i’m talking about. credits to a dialogue i got from here (ur thoughts n feedbacks r always appreciated)

one.

Kim Seungmin is not your favorite person.

He is infuriating in the way he enjoys invading your personal space, always hovering around and blabbering his mouth nonstop every chance he gets. It doesn’t help his case (not that he wants to defend it in the first place) that he finds joy in hiding your things from you. You’d be damned if you left your notebook, even a pen, on your desk unattended. You already know the culprit is seated directly behind you, and the only thing you can do is ignore him in hopes that he returns it to you unscathed.

It’s much easier to not understand the reasons for why he annoys you. You would hate to find the truth behind his actions for the fear that he did it simply because he wanted to. This would only mean there was nothing to resolve to get him to stop.

Or worse, that he hates you. You admit with shame that you thought you’d actually get along quite well with Seungmin when you first met him. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie, playful banter and soft smiles directed to each other and the hopes of meeting each other again. It was honestly like a fairytale — until it wasn’t.

And you’ve tried before, to find out. You’ve made sufficient efforts in scouring for answers as to why he was that way with you, going as far as to asking Hwang Hyunjin (as embarrassing as that turned out to be). But, you had come out of all that empty-handed. So, you leave the unknown unknown and since then decided to just endure it. But it still has you wondering from time to time, had you burned down an orphanage in your past life to deserve this? Had you done something so sinister to be plagued by the presence of Kim Seungmin on a daily basis?

So, while you don’t necessarily hate the boy, you’d go as far as to say he was probably your least favorite person. And that notion weighs heavy considering you know resident menace Choi Beomgyu.

Still, Choi Beomgyu had nothing on Kim Seungmin so he’d have to accept being second to the last on your self-proclaimed list.

Speaking of the devil.

Seungmin parades into your classroom like he owns the place, laughing aloud side by side his friends. You simply drown out his obnoxiousness, the way you always do, though it never works considering it’s apparently his top priority to get on your nerves.

“Another Mcdonalds takeout?” He inquires, picking up the discarded paper bag on your desk to look inside. “You really should stop eating this junk so early in the morning.”

“Wow, keep saying things like that and I’ll start to believe you’re starting to care about me.” You abruptly grab the bag from his hands, moving to the back of your classroom to throw your trash properly before the professor walks in.

“Don’t be silly.” He simply laughs, taking his seat on your desk. “What do you even order?”

“Food, obviously.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What food specifically?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Can’t I ask a simple question?”

You know he won’t leave you alone if you don’t answer him. And you hate that you know that. So, with a begrudging sigh, you answer the boy. “Just nuggets and a Big Mac, now get off my desk.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He’s being sarcastic, evident in how it’s obnoxiously dripping down his tone, but you can’t find it in you to care. As long as he’s out of your hair for a few minutes.

And you almost think the Gods have answered your prayers when you don’t come across him for the rest of the day. Something about that tells you there is a silver lining for the day, even if it is only ever a little line. You would hate to be blessed with his presence atop the Chemistry test you had at 7pm.

It’s one of the few advantages to signing up for night classes. The college halls were usually dead this hour, save for a few students on their way to the library after having their fifth cup of coffee for the day. And the lack of Kim Seungmin. It’s one sacrifice, giving up hours of your night, but honestly it really isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. Especially when your professor always ends early in consideration of those who still had to commute back home — they had to catch the last train somehow.

To replace Seungmin, you had Yang Jeongin in your class, but he usually kept to himself more. He was a lot more civilized than his friend, and you’ve been hoping this would’ve at least rubbed off on Seungmin.

“You ready for the test?” Jeongin asks after you had taken your seat next to him. The first thing you discern is the lack of textbooks and notes on his desk compared to everyone else’s pathetic attempt to review last minute. It seems he’s given up like you did.

“Absolutely the fuck not. I haven’t even eaten dinner yet so this is going to be a disaster.” You laugh, dropping your bag down on the ground just as your professor walks in. Jeongin is on his phone for the rest of the free time you have left before test papers and answer sheets were distributed.

It’s a horrible hour and a half, and the difficulty of the test makes you want to fall to your knees and weep. The lack of dinner in your stomach doesn’t exactly help your case as by the last few minutes of the test, you couldn’t care less about why you use ammonium oxalate to precipitate Calcium and Magnesium. The only thing in your head is a picture of your go-to Mcdonalds order as you pass your paper.

A jumpscare greets you on your way out in the form of Kim Seungmin who is holding a Mcdonalds paper bag in his hands, the same one you had just been daydreaming about.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” The sight of the boy spikes up your blood pressure, and you have to pause in your step to catch your breath after not having dinner, suffering through a long test, and seeing Seungmin all within the span of a few hours.

Though, what he does next surprises you.

“I ordered too much for Innie so you can have this, I guess.” He mumbles, shoving the brown paper bag in your direction. It scorches your fingers as you reached to grab it before it can fall to the ground.

It was a strange sight for Seungmin to be giving you something without asking. Strange and funny for it had occurred to you that if someone were to tell you Seungmin would be your stomach’s knight in shining armor, you wouldn’t have been able to believe yourself.

“Oh, thanks? You didn’t… poison this, did you?”

“How little do you think of me?” He simply walks away before you can reply to him again.

You scrunch your nose in confusion, leaning down to look into the contents of the Mcdonalds paper bag he had just given you.

Nuggets and a Big Mac.

Was this also Jeongin’s go-to order?

When you look back up, said boy greets you with french fries stuffed in his mouth. There’s a hint of a smirk that’s barely visible from his puffed out cheeks.

“You know, you can be really stupid.” Jeongin giggles to himself, patting down your head and messing with your hair a little before waving you goodbye. “Bye (name)!”

You simply stare at their retreating figures, head tilted as you try to drink in what Jeongin had just told you.

Stupid about what? The test?

two.

What is the connotation of a very thrilled Kim Seungmin walking into the campus library as you’re struggling with your part for your joint project?

You’re almost convinced something significant had happened for him to walk in with a shit-eating grin on his face, but you know better than that now. So, you simply ignore him, turning back to your laptop as Felix and Hyunjin greet the boy. He’s late, but knowing him, he’s probably finished his part of the project. You hate to acknowledge his competence, but you have to give credit where credit is due.

You could obviously ask for help, but you’d run through the streets naked first before ever asking the boy to help you. You refuse to be subjected to his taunting more than you already were. Besides, you don’t need help from someone like Seungmin. He’d probably be so arrogant about how you needed his help.

Rubbing your eyes for a split second, you go back to furiously typing at your laptop — so aggressively that Yeji has to pull you back for a bit in fear that you’d destroy your keyboard.

The five of you work on the project diligently, finishing the monstrosity of your synthesis paper for Life Science at almost one in the morning.

When everyone moves to leave, you stay behind, telling them you still had a few deadlines to catch up on, namely a Statistics paper and a book review for your English Literary class. While it wasn’t exactly due yet, it doesn’t hurt to start them when the pump of coffee is already in your system.

“See you guys tomorrow!” You say in a hushed tone, waving at the group before moving your attention back on your laptop.

And maybe it’s the sleep deprivation getting to you but you don’t notice Seungmin still situated at the opposite end of your table.

He doesn’t say anything either. He knows you’re running 50% coffee and 50% restlessness, so he simply sits back in his chair with a book in hand.

He could use the time to annotate anyway.

When Seungmin glances back at you thirty minutes later, he can only watch in amusement when he finds you close to passing out on the wooden table of the library. Your eyelids are starting to droop, and even though it seems you’re trying your hardest to fight it, you find that your sleeved arm is far too comfortable to refuse.

He immediately puts down his book, moving across the table to wake you up. It seems the appropriate time to tell you to go home and get some rest.

When you don’t respond to the gentle shake of your shoulder, he choose the next best thing to wake you up. With a text book in hand, he drops it on the space right beside your head, creating a loud enough sound to jolt you in your sleep.

“Come on. We’re going home. You’re a lost cause, anyway.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble sleepily, sitting up and squinting at your laptop before shutting it down so you can start packing up.

“I’m flattered, really, but no thanks.”

You scoff, and he simply smirks in response as he helps you put your things back in your bag.

“Why are you still here anyway?” It’s a question you’ve been meaning to ask him since you finally noticed him an hour back, but you chose to bite down on your tongue and stay silent instead.

He shrugs. “Had to annotate this book, and I’m already at the library so I might as well.”

“Okay, whatever.” You move to grab a pen that had fallen on the ground carelessly, and in the process, you feel your head collide with Seungmin’s hand instead of the harsher corner of the table.

You see red almost immediately. You hate to admit the small gesture has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

He doesn’t say anything as he pulls his hand back, so you don’t make a big deal out of it.

“What time is it?”

“Almost 4 in the morning.”

You hum, thinking of how you were gonna get back to your dorm. It was probably still dark outside, and you weren’t exactly willing to put yourself in danger over finishing up a few schoolworks at the library.

“You can go ahead. I’ll just text Ode to see if he’s still awake.”

“Why?” He quips, pausing to stand next to you outside the doors of the building when you stop walking.

“You’re gonna make fun of me.”

“There is a chance, yes. But I might not.” Seungmin smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t wanna walk alone in the dark.”

If Seungmin wants to laugh and poke fun, it seems he’s doing a good job at holding back. “Don’t disturb his sleep. I’ll walk you back instead.”

“Wow, you’re actually being nice to me for once.” You say jokingly.

“I won’t make a habit out of it. Besides, I was the last person seen with you and I don’t wanna be responsible if you go missing.”

There goes being nice.

This is how you end up walking home with Kim Seungmin. You don’t remember much about the walk home, just the proximity from where he’s walking next to you and the warmth radiating from him in contrast to the cold night. He has his hands in his pockets the whole way home, and it’s the little details like what seems to be the first genuine smile you see from him that you remember the most.

When you reach your dorm, he simply stares at you in a way you’re not used to before bowing and turning around his step to start walking back to his own dorm.

three.

A month later, Chan from your university’s basketball team decides to host a party at his house.

Being friends with half of his friends had its perks in that he enthusiastically invites you when you walk past him by your department’s hallways. And while you had every intent to decline his offer, Ryujin had already accepted for you and told him he’d be seeing you both there.

And by 8pm, you find yourselves inside his packed house, trying to navigate your way through drunken college kids. The entire first floor reeked of alcohol and sweat which wasn’t a great combination by all means.

The music is loud from Chan’s speakers, and you immediately want to go home and jump into the comforting sheets of your bed to sleep the night away. Ryujin doesn’t let you flee as she leads you to the kitchen where she tells you of where Chan hides his secret stash of snacks and ice cream. Another silver lining.

You spend an hour chatting and laughing on the kitchen counter with Ryujin, a spoonful of ice cream in your mouths as you make fun of multiple people’s dancing — not that any of you could do any better. Actually, scratch that, Ryujin could probably take them all on. You continuously ask if it was okay for you to be stealing these expensive tubs of ice cream and Ryujin just tells you she’s done it before, and that Bang Chan could most definitely afford some more if he wanted to. So, you continue to eat the ice cream without guilt.

Well, until Chan catches the pair of you, and you apologize profusely. He just laughs it off, looking at the two of you fondly before feigning a scolding. Turns out, he simply wanted you two to join him and his friends in a round of truth or dare upstairs.

Another thing to add and check off your non-existent bucket list. To be deemed sociable enough to be included in an exclusive circle of friend’s truth or dare despite only knowing around 4 people there. You think it might just be Ryujin’s doing, but you happily tag along to escape the mass of people downstairs.

When you make it upstairs, you’re surprised to see you know a lot more people than you thought you would. Yeji was there, seated beside who you think is Karina. Jeongin is with his friends, Seungmin included. Some of them you know, and some you just learned to be Jisung, Changbin, and Minho. The rest don’t really matter to you as you prop yourselves down in the circle.

And then a round of the game starts, and you start to question the things in this world that perplexed you. You used to think it were simple things — wet doorknobs, tuna fish, cramps, back pains. But after tonight, you might have to start modifying your own list. You can start with someone’s attempt to rap freestyle, the sight of a shirtless Han Jisung whom you’ve barely exchanged a word with but now have seen him half naked, the sudden knowledge of who was wearing a Spongebob themed underwear, someone (you believe was Minho?) roleplaying a scene from Zootopia. The list is endless.

Who knew a game of truth or dare could be this chaotic? Though, you probably should’ve known that especially being thrown into a group of such dynamic people.

Before you know it, the bottle lands on you and you’ve never wanted to wipe the smirk on Jeongin’s face so much than right now because you know he’s probably planning something that has to do with Kim Seungmin.

You think you can keep your anxiety at bay, that is until he starts whispering with Felix and Hyunjin and you swear that if someone opened the window right now, there’s a high chance you would make a run for it and jump and simply hope for the best.

“Don’t worry, it isn’t anything crazy! You can stop chewing on your nails.” You flush in embarrassment when the group laughs, and Ryujin runs a comforting hand down your back to make sure the attention isn’t too overwhelming for you.

“I dare you to hug Seungmin.”

“Excuse me?” You ask him to repeat his dare to you as if you hadn’t heard him. But you did. Loud and clear in fact.

The smirk on his face only grows. “I said, hug Seungmin.”

Okay, you know what, that should be simple. You sigh out in response before getting up from your seat to make your way towards where Seungmin’s situated, thankful he didn’t let you do anything as embarrassing as the others.

However, the closer you make towards where Seungmin is, wearing a top that accentuated his broad shoulders way too perfectly, and sporting a smug grin on his face, you start to think this might be the most difficult one of the night yet.

Seungmin stands in compliance to your dare, and you feel all eyes in the circle shift to the pair of you, as if anticipating it more than you.

His eyes survey you, as if to question if you were really gonna do it. And to egg you on further, he decides to open his arms wide which earns a few howls and whistles from the room. God, you hate him. You really really hate him.

And then you do it, just to get it over with, and Seungmin’s expression switches to a more taken back one. He didn’t expect you to actually push through with the dare. The longer the hug lasts, the more a ghost of a smile threatens to spill from his lips.

You have your arms wrapped around the entirety of his body, and his own resting just around your waist, and he’s crouched down a little so he can match your height better without you having to tiptoe so much.

When he presses you closer, the whole room erupts in cheers; vomiting air, nudging each other, and whistling.

Seungmin allows himself a quick glance at you, but there isn’t much to see when your face is pressed firmly against his chest. Perhaps to try and hide from the embarrassment of your friends shouting “get a room” even if you were just hugging.

He feels so warm in the air conditioned room, and it seems he didn’t have much to drink tonight when he smells more like fresh laundry and the perfume he always wears. This feels nice actually. But you would never tell him that. In fact, you have every intention of taking that observation to your grave.

When you finally notice the glances of friends and acquaintances alike around you, you pull back from the hug and immediately make your way back to your seat without another word.

You make a vow to yourself to get back at Jeongin for humiliating you like that — however, there’s a persistent voice in your head telling you that maybe you hadn’t minded that hug one bit the way you let on.

You ignore it.

four.

The sound of a shutter going off and a flash of light greets you immediately upon entering your classroom another month later.

It seems Seungmin’s found an upgraded way to annoy you (as if hiding your things wasn’t enough). With a new phone gifted to him on his birthday, he seems insistent on catching you when you’re unprepared. It makes you frustrated — as if he wasn’t enough of an irritant.

You should be used to Seungmin doing stupid things all the time, but even after months, you find that it really is a difficult task to endure. Why is he so intent on irritating you? You’re starting to seek for the answers you told yourself to stay unknown. How could you keep letting him be without knowing why he enjoys getting a rise out of you so much?

To add insult to injury, his loud voice greets you a good morning as he waves his phone around at you. You hope it falls and shatters.

Too far?

“What? Are you camera shy?” He smirks mischievously, turning to focus his camera back on you.

“At what point do you become mature?”

“Hm, not for a long time, I don’t think.” You have to remind yourself he’s provoking you for the sake of it, and you really shouldn’t be as affected as you feel right now. So, you breathe in sharply through your nose and just let him be.

When class ends, you’re quick to rant to Ryujin about Seungmin’s new discovery at getting a kick out of you.

“He won’t stop taking fucking pictures of me.” You mutter indignantly, putting all your frustration into your words.

“You know, they say you only take photos of things if you have love for the subject.”

“What are you trying to imply?”

“Just that there must be a reason why he’s so intent on having your face litter the memory of his new phone.” Ryujin smirks when your face starts to flush red at the realization of what she’s suggesting.

“Oh, shut up.” Your words don’t come out as intimidating as you want it to, and you spend the rest of the day thinking about it.

You confront Seungmin the next day, just so you can stop thinking about it. “Why are you taking so much photos of me?”

You’re already expecting that smirk on his face, and a feigned confusion. But, to your surprise, he looks genuinely surprised at your question. You’d go as far as saying he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

You’ve unknowingly caught his tongue, but he catches himself before you can catch on. With a half-assed smirk on his face, he says the best excuse that comes in his mind.

“Just so I have multiple material to use when I need to blackmail you.”

You’re appalled, and frustrated at yourself for thinking what Ryujin was hinting at might be true. You don’t even know why you were hoping in the first place. You don’t like the boy, right?

Your lips press into a straight line, and you swear your blood vessels might burst if you stare at him any longer so you storm back to your seat and ignore him for the rest of the day.

five.

There comes a point in the semester when all you’ll know is the quivering of your knees and the bloodshot red of your eyes from crying too much.

For you, it’s the result of a failed test score on a subject you studied really hard for.

You draw your knees up to press your face against them, finding solace in the quiet of the night outside. It’s early enough that you aren’t scared to walk home alone just yet.

You hear footsteps around you, but you simply drown them out in favor of focusing on washing out your frustration over yourself and that stupid test. Though, it proves a more difficult task when someone slides into the seat next to yours. When you look up, you see Seungmin staring at you. And he’s looking at you with an expression you don’t quite recognize, but equally don’t have the energy to try and deduce.

“Seungmin, I’m not really in the mood—“ He shuts you up with a handkerchief shoved in front of your face. “Why are you offering me a handkerchief?”

“Because you’re crying and seeing your stupid tears makes me upset. So wipe them away.” You stare at the handkerchief before studying his features for any hint of malice, but you see nothing but honest concern. You can’t help but feel a little touched at the uncharacteristic gesture.

“Thanks.” He hums, smiling gently down at you, and you think you’ve never seen him look this small before.

When you take the handkerchief from him, you make sure to return what looks like a trial of a smile amidst your scornful face and Seungmin is genuinely shocked you’d actually direct the closest thing to a smile at him — as if he had expected you to brush off his own and reject it.

When he shifts a little closer to where you’re seated, you surprisingly don’t feel repulsed at the distance and the way his shoulders brush against yours.

“Is it something you wanna talk about?”

The cold and quiet atmosphere of the night and the way Seungmin is looking down at you encourages you to speak, the way you never thought you would with the boy.

“Not really. Just… I’m so stupid for failing that test. And, and maybe if I studied harder than I would’ve at least gotten a more decent score.” You sigh, playing with the handkerchief as you look down in humiliation.

Seungmin scrunches his face. “It’s not your fault. We win some, we lose some. What matters is that we keep going despite the losses.”

He doesn’t snap back at you with a snarky remark like he usually would. Instead, he gives genuinely useful advice, and you think your ears could be deceiving you if he wasn’t seated directly next to you.

“Wow, I didn’t think you had it in you to say something like that.” You laugh a little, and you miss the way the tip of his ears heat in red at being able to solicit a laugh from you.

“You wound me.”

You don’t know what takes over you, but you find yourself leaning your head against his shoulder. For now, you’ll blame it on the exhaustion from crying so much earlier.

Your head against his body feels nice and comforting and warm against the biting air from the night, but you can feel him physically tense up at the contact and you almost pull your head back immediately if he hadn’t rested his head against yours.

The compromising position has Kim Seungmin in contemplation over something that’s been such a great concern in his life for the past few months, almost a year even. It had started when he met you, the first time he ever saw you and heard your voice, and the day he decided he’d spend every second thereafter trying to get your attention.

He mirrors the way you interact with your friends, and yet somewhere along the line, it had been misinterpreted into something it wasn’t and he had to live in pretense of irritating you when all he’s ever wanted was your attention. But, he thought, if this was the only way then he’d have to keep the facade up.

Besides, a little attention (even if it was with hatred) is better than none.

When Seungmin grows uncharacteristically quiet, you start to wonder what he could be thinking about and why there’s a small scrunch in his face as if he was deep in thought.

You never used to wonder what he could be thinking about. What’s changed?

“Seungmin?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you enjoy irritating me so much? Do you hate me?”

Seungmin peels his head from yours, staring down at you with a completely horrified look on his face.

“Hate you?” He feels nauseous that you could even think that, and he’s shaking his head quickly, compromising feelings he’s kept hidden for quite a while now. He’s so confounded by your statement that he gets up from his seat on the bench for a second to stare at you before calming down and returning back to his spot. “I don’t hate you. I— I could never hate you.”

You look at him, and you’re surprised to see that he’s genuinely astonished and a little upset at what you had just tried to imply.

“Then why?” You swallow down a lump in your throat, asking him in the smallest voice he’s ever heard from you. This was the perfect opportunity to ask him why, being handed to you straight on your lap, so you bite the bullet and ask.

“I actually thought we’d get along quite well when we met. And then you just started to… I don’t know.” His eyes are soft as he listens to you, lips slightly parted as if trying to think of the perfect explanation to clear your misinterpretations.

When you finish, Seungmin closes his eyes to recollect his thoughts. For a second, you think he might be coming up with an excuse to save himself but the earnest way in which he looks at you the moment he opens his eyes again quiets the voice in your head.

“I just wanted your attention.” His face visibly cringes at the sudden confession. Seungmin feels like he’s floating, looking down at his physical body that’s trying to explain himself without embarrassing himself further.

“You… what?” You blink.

He sighs out, wiping the sweat that’s gathered from his palms down his pants before tilting his head back as if trying to ask strengths from the Gods so he can admit to you whatever he’s been hiding. And then, he looks back at you and he finally confesses what he’s been keeping from you for months.

“I thought that maybe if I acted the way you did with your friends then there’d be a higher chance we’d get along. But then you misinterpreted it as hatred, and I’ve had to pretend I enjoy irritating you when all I really want to do is hold your hand.”

He squeezes his eyes shut as if afraid of your response, but all you can do is stare at him with your mouth parted.

This definitely wasn’t the response you were expecting.

“But… but it really felt like you hated me. Like— when you’d make fun of me for my food choices or that time in the library when you stayed behind to taunt me for being a lost cause.”

“You have me all wrong, (Name). When I asked you what you liked, it was an excuse so I could get it for you. Do you really think I’d accidentally buy too much dinner for Jeongin, and have the excess be exactly your favorites? And… and that night at the library. I stayed behind because I know you’re afraid to walk home late. So you would be less afraid if I walked you home.”

You meet his eyes, breath catching in your throat when you gauge the level of genuineness in his eyes.

“You— You hugged me as a dare in Chan’s party and sometimes that’s all I think about.” Seungmin falls silent after that, simply letting out a breath he feels he’s been holding for too long.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything right now. I know it’s a lot to take in.” He fiddles with the ends of the sweater he’s wearing, making sure to avoid eye contact.

“Seungmin.” The simple sound of his name from your lips has him looking at you despite trying his best not to. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay. It must be a lot to take in.”

“I thought you hated me for months and now, you’re telling me the exact opposite.” Your voice gradually quiets down, and Seungmin finds comfort when you scoot in your seat closer. “I really don’t know what to say.”

“Would it hurt to start over?” You’re greeted with his softening stare, and he bites his lips in anticipation for your response.

“I think… I think I’d like that.”

Seungmin immediately smiles, the kind of smile that’s difficult to hide even in the inky night, even if he tried.

You find yourself mirroring his own smile.

The thought of finding out the truth behind Seungmin’s actions has always scared you, but now you know you should’ve never been afraid.

Somehow, things are already starting to change, with an outstretched hand in your direction. You find yourself taking it in yours with ease.

“Hi, I’m Seungmin. It’s nice to meet you.”

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fizzingwizard · 2 months

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my curse: "Gee I wonder what my old buddy Nightcrawler's up to in 2024? hmm let's check around and see -"

"... why did i look why did i look why"

Seriously why does Marvel do this? I won't deny that Nightcrawler fans like to joke about the tail thing. For the kinkier ones, it's maybe not as much of a joke too. (But - it still is. Y'all know that right. Real people don't have tails. Anyway, you're welcome to make fun of this, as long as I eventually see some dudebro extra show up and ICly ask Colossus about his giant metal wang.)

Women hitting on Nightcrawler and being overtly sexual towards him in a way that would be pretty creepy IRL isn't a new thing in the comics. It's weird, but even though it reads as creepy, it's intended to show that despite looking like a gargoyle, Nightcrawler is hot and can attract girls and is totally an authentic superhero. It's complimentary creepiness 9_9 I don't take issue with that because that is superhero comics, everyone is horny all the time, and attraction is inexplicable. Basically it boils down to "I've got lips/ And I've got lips/ Let's get together and use those lips"

However. In the Draco, we got Jubilee, who was like 18 at the time, complimenting a naked and extremely distressed Nightcrawler on his, uh, junk. His reaction amounted to "..." Then a couple years ago, we got a... demonically possessed?? Illyana - whose age is a fucking mystery, she's not a teen anymore, probably Kitty's age, but anyway she's young - hitting on Nightcrawler as well. Once again he's brilliantly "..." about it. And now we've got this girl. I don't know how old she's meant to be, but she's written to sound like a young chatterbox - while being blonde and buxom and dressed like a Hooters waitress. "OH EM GEE" she spells out vocally??? Then exoticizes him, then asks him sexual questions???

There's definitely a way to comment on the invasiveness of fans who feel entitled to any detail no matter how personal about someone famous. But must it be through teenage girls you purposely drew to be hot and stupid? And I'm being generous by even suggesting that's what the intent here is. I think it's way more likely this is just another version of the "complimentary creepiness" shtick, only made more awful by the like twenty year age gap (I guess Crawler was aged down with everyone else but come on do any of us feel that's real in any sense). You get to lust after this girl while hating her simultaneously for being everything wrong with young women. Who is this for? They can't imagine it's for Nightcrawler's female fans. They can't be that obtuse. It's obviously for the boys.

So then the question is, what is there for the female fans? Because having female fans is kind of something Nightcrawler's known for. And any time something happens to a character - or a story - that the bros don't like, they blame the change on pandering to female fans. On feminism. On reverse sexism. But please someone sit down and explain to me how it's pandering to us female fans to write our favorite character like a tongue-tied himbo ("uh... um... uh..." wow crawler you smooth criminal! it's really obvious you've been a grown ass man since the 70s) while simultaneously insulting our entire gender as vapid nymphos?? Several times???

gosh. next time please just let crawler react by saying "sister you've got boundary issues and should be hitting on someone your own age goodbye." honestly this shit wasn't even cute when Claremont did it and he gets a pass on everything

#xmen #nightcrawler

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 04 -> CH 05

"In my defense I thought you were commenting on my weight." "So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?"

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp

Jack spent the entire day cleaning. Thankfully he was able to find a company that picked up all the donations and junk he had cleared out of his parents room but he didn't trust anyone to come in and clean. He never realized how much his family didn't need this much space until he had to be responsible for it.

The first time he was able to sit down and relax, it was late and he was surprised he hadn't passed out already. He lit a cigarette and sat on the window sill, letting the smoke flow out of the window as he took in the cool breeze. The sound of shuffling below caught his attention and he locked eyes with Y/n who was taking a night stroll wearing her scrubs.

"Hey Jack, how's your night going?" She asked with a smile.

"It's going about as well as expected when your days consist of gutting your childhood home." Jack mockingly held finger guns to his temple making Y/n laugh.

"Hopefully you've got friends to help you. That's a lot of house for one person to gut." Y/n took a long drag and Jack nodded.

"I'm not very social at the moment...or any moment really. I've been told I'm a particular taste." Jack thought about the last time he tried to go out with Shanda and her girlfriend. He had almost gotten into a bar fight and got two drinks thrown in his face. His personality was a bit abrasive but he couldn't it. His passive aggressive narcissism came across rude to most but to the mores sensitive crowd, he was just a prick.

"I'm pretty sure they have companies who work for assholes." Y/n teased.

"Hey I forgot to congratulate you the other day. You would never guess you had a baby." Y/n's face dropped.

"Excuse me?" She questioned.

"I've never known someone to lose the baby weight before the kids a year old. You look great." Jack didn't typically comment on a woman's appearance, especially to their face but he blamed the exhaustion of the day and him fighting sleep for his lack of self preservation. That and she was a beautiful woman.

"Coming from the guy who looks like a skinny 9th grade virgin." Jack's eyebrows went up. Y/n stood her ground. He was caught off guard by the insult but remembered how Cleo would get when someone commented on her weight when she was pregnant.

"Wow I think I may have fucked up, let me try this again. When I met your mom, she said she had just become a grandma. I assumed-" Jack watched Y/n gasp and cover her mouth.

"Fuck! You thought...I am so sorry. My brother's wife had the baby, not me." Y/n explained making Jack nod his head.

"Okay so then I didn't fuck up as much as you did. That makes me feel better, a little offended but better." Jack pulled a long drag from his cigarette and Y/n raked her hand through her hair embarrassed.

"I really am sorry. In my defense, I thought you were commenting on my weight." Y/n defended .

"So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?" Jack laughed. No one had really called him anything other than the normal insults. Pretentious prick. Son of a bitch (which he couldn't deny). Fucking asshole. He admittedly lost more weight then he would have liked when he was in treatment. He was trying to find little things that would help get him back into better shape instead of just being skin and bones.

"I was going to go with school shooter but it's been a long day, felt too dark in today's climate." Y/n frowned but Jack took amusement in it. He actually enjoy conversing with her. She had a wit about her that made him want to hear her thoughts on random things.

"I got the same response when my parents were killed in a car crash and kept telling people how my dad was decapitated." Jack gestured to his neck and Y/n nodded.

"It's truly a shame you aren't more social in town. I think these oldies need to be shaken up a little more." Y/n and Jack were probably two of the only people under 40 in the neighborhood.

"I was going to offer my condolences but I admittedly didn't know your parents that well and I'm pretty sure a year post-death seems kind of disingenuous. Your parents seemed like decent people. I always enjoyed the sunflowers my mom would grow for your mom so she had good taste in flowers." Jack was pleasantly surprised that Y/n hadn't tried to console him or offer some fake sympathy for people she clearly didn't know well. She had become a breath of fresh air in this small town full of people acting as though they knew him personally.

"I appreciate your genuine solace." Jack finished his cigarette and considered lighting another but instead just took a deep breath.

"I'm sure the last year of your life has been a real dumpster fire taking over this monstrosity but I guess we're just those kind of children." Y/n pulled something from her pocket and put it to her lips, lighting it and taking a pull.

"Yeah I didn't think I would end up...taking a year off but I guess I needed the mental break from LA anyway. Trying to get this place in order is the current goal so if you're looking for someone else's shit, let me know." Jack caught a whiff of the smoke and his eyebrow cocked. She was clearly wearing scrubs but she was absolutely smoking a joint, which wasn't uncommon for Colorado but possibly taboo among the medical community.

"I feel your pain. When I first moved back I did at least 4 garage sales just to clear out some of my parents bullshit. How can old people have so much shit? Baby boomers completely missed the whole recycling trend." Jack hadn't considered doing a yard sale but his lack of social skills would probably just have him boxing it all up to donate anyway.

"Moving back into this house alone is slowly turning me into a minimalist. I don't know if their generation just thought they were going breed like rabbits or if they were just competing to see who would have the biggest house." Jack felt comfortable having such open conversation with her. He felt like he could actually keep a conversation without someone trying to offer sympathies or checking to see if he was on the verge of another psychotic break.

"It's tough being so young in a retirement community." Y/n joked with a smile. They shared a smile for a brief moment before Jack realized he was staring.

"I guess I will rephrase my previous statement, congratulations on becoming an aunt. That kid is going to have exemplary insults by the time they hit the school yard." Jack smirked earning a smile from Y/n.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to send him your way when he's old enough to start wearing trench coats." Y/n winked like she could go tit for tat with Jack and actually enjoy it. She had a feeling they had a similar sense of humor.

"I should get back. Ace waits by the door if no one takes him to bed." Y/n gestured towards the house and Jack sighed.

"Rub it in." Jack teased, fanning jealousy but truthfully he wouldn't mind that kind of comfort this evening.

"He misses you. It's weird, all he can talk about is the strange habits of the mysterious neighbor. Soon enough, he'll tell me all your secrets so hopefully you've never murdered anyone." Y/n wouldn't realize how that joke hit but Jack chuckled darkly.

"Just my dog." Y/n took it as a joke but Jack was grateful they shared a twisted sense of humor.

"Noted. Have a good night Jack." She gave him one last genuine smile and he gave her a wave.

"Good night." Jack watched her walk all the way to her house, walk up the porch and turn the outside light off. He felt a strange comfort knowing that she was so close by and didn't seem turned off by his dry wit and dark humor. He wouldn't call her a friend but she's a neighbor he doesn't mind having encounters with.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x Y/n #One Shot Series #Glass Houses Series #culkin cult #Rory Culkin #If you want to be added to the tagged list #let me know #4/38

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redswaberkez · 6 months

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TELL ME ABOUT ERLICH PLEASE, i thought about just replying to your reply on my post, but i figure an ask is better for this kind of request >:)

OOOOFFFFF cultural oc exchange ehehehe

disclaimer: my ocs lore is hellaaaaa messy and unstable. Nobody knows their story. Me neither LMAOO. So i perfer to look at the story like at rpg game with diff endings and stuff like that

Ok lesssgoo

FIRST his name pronunciation IS A FUCKING MESS. Everyone struggling with it: and in the ocs story and in real life. By design Erlich's name is pronounced with ch on the end like küche. Now we can go on. He is from Germany, yeah

The setting is in 2060-2099 i.e. basic the nearest cyberpunk to us. Where its always raining, anti-utopian, where you live in a Big City but in a ditch eating ants drinking benzin and etc etc. you got it.

Erlich's early life was neither tough nor easy. On the edge between living and surviving. His mother (name's Agnia) is a scientist, so he spent most of his time in labs and watching how "progress being created" or at home, where he tried to create his own silly little machines and mechanisms. Maybe hes schizospec. Maybe im just projecting my shit onto him (yea i do). We Will Never Know KDSLJFLSDFJ

Ofc his mechanic skills was not that bad for someone who just graduated from school (17-18 yrs). *blah-blah* and ofc later corpos will notice Erlich and his mech skills (not w/o mothers help tho). "Wow, succeeded in life, working in a prestige corp, and not fucking around in the junk" seems fair for cyberpunk setting imo

time flies, Erlich now is 23-26 yrs, THEN BOOM 💥💥💥💥 the main introduction plot. Big Corporate Boss assault, corporation collapse, OFC BRAINWASHING, massive staff reduction (he and his mother werent fired, they are valuable personnel).

What the assault you say? How it affected him? He was one of the main gears in the assaultion, with Agnia in the lead of it. Erlich even installed spinal augmentation and evolved from twink to himbo for this measures. Assault was done with the precision of a jeweler in the most chaotic situation. Only few knew that it was caused by them. And nobody knew it was Agnia's mindgame and brainchild.

What the brainwashing??? 'ignorance is bliss' - Agnia thought and decided not to burden Erlich with knowledge of what they had done. So he can live his life without endless regret. She had her motive

(i support women's wrongs tho. nobody is perfect or only good or evil.)

Few days after the assault he meets Mirrow in the medical bay. She was a bodyguard of one buisnesswoman (doesnt matter for the lore anymore). Mirrow was seriously injured and lost her arms while protecting The Lady. Erlich and Agnia saved her, bc Mirrow basically innocent and they didn't need extra sacrifices. So they saved her, installed new arms for her and while she was being rehabilitated, she became very friendly with Erlich (clueless and brainwashed) and said that she would like to find the person responsible for the assault. Now Mirrow attracted Agnia's attention and she decided to keep Mirrow in her line of sight.

Then the long separation of Erlich (to finland to russia) from Agnia (to america) due to corpos collapse. And reunion later to find the "the evil one in the charge".

(LITERALLY HIIIM)

Agnia's mindgames arent over yet (unfortunately) and now she needs to remove the trace from herself by "leading the capture of the culprit". and here comes rpg-ish quests and etc

Erlich knows that he somehow involved in the assault but he doesnt remember ANYTHING. And he blames himself for it. Real hard. Thinks, that he useless

Later he secretly tries to create the machine that "will help retrieve the hidden memories". Everyone was stopping him from its creation but ykno.) Overvaluated idea)

Running its tests was frying his (already once fried) mind. And at one moment it just gives a power surge, and Erlich remembers everything for a moment, but burns out and dies. BIG UNLUCKY REST IN PEPE

#original character #ask #oc: erlich ronthertz

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honeyjars-sims · 2 days

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire

Thanks for tagging me @lynzishell!

Since you did 2 characters I will as well. I wanted to do Johnny of course but he is sadly single 🥺 So I picked Paul for the 2nd character.

Johnny Ayers

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

I don't really have a fear of heights exactly but I do get a little nervous. Oh, and there's this one doll my sister used to have that haunts my dreams. It had soulless eyes.

-do they have any pet peeves?

I hate it when people talk to their kids like they're too stupid to understand things or explaining something to them isn't worth their time.

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

There's a lot of junk in there but my 3 favorites are my notebooks (for journaling and drawing), my gaming computer, and my stuffed cat Jinkies.

-what do they notice first in a person?

How serious they are. If I can't get a laugh pretty easily, we're probably not gonna get along.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

I'd say it's around an 8. I just got my first tattoo and I barely flinched. I can't wait to get more!

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Flight for sure. When things get too tough, I try to remove myself from the situation as quick as possible.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

That's a loaded question! My parents split before I was born. I have 4 sisters that I'm pretty close to. I don't talk to my mom but I get along with my father and his husband, who is more of a parent to me than my mom ever has been. He's not my stepdad, he's just my dad. So I guess I'm a family person to the ones who treat me with respect.

-what animal represents them best?

Maybe a dog because they like getting attention and affection. Probably some sort of lap dog!

-what is a smell that they dislike?

I hate strong colognes and perfumes especially if the scent seems artificial.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

I've had a few small fractures that healed on their own. I don't really want to talk about it, though.

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

They'd probably say I'm talkative and joke around a lot. People sometimes think I don't take things seriously when they first meet me.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

I'm a night owl thanks to insomnia. I don't like being up too late, though, because I get lonely when everyone else goes to bed.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I hate cauliflower, it tastes like mush! My favorite food is mac and cheese. I like anything cheesy, really.

-do they have any hobbies?

I love video games so that's a big one. I write a lot. I started keeping a journal when I started therapy but I also like to write down random thoughts that I find amusing. I haven't really done anything with them but maybe they'll be useful one day.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

It depends on who's there. If it's people I'm close to then I'm totally down for being the center of attention but there are some people I'd rather not see unexpectedly.

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

I wear jewelry but nothing fancy. Just some piercings, necklaces, and bracelets that I think look cool. I like finding handmade stuff. I have a few ear piercings and I got my septum pierced recently.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It depends. If I'm doing something artsy I can experiment with my handwriting in cool ways but taking notes? Good luck reading that later!

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

Just two? Damn. I'd say longing and regret. Wow, that sounds kind of depressing!

-do they have a favorite fabric?

I like things with interesting textures as long as it's not too scratchy.

-what kind of accent do they have?

I think it's kind of neutral but I'm good at mimicking accents and voices. Sometimes I do it without even realizing it if I spend a lot of time with someone.

Paul DiMarco

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

I don't really have many fears, but sometimes when I'm reading about weird diseases I start thinking about what would happen if I or one of my loved ones got it.

-do they have any pet peeves?

It really bugs me when people don't return their shopping carts. It's not that hard to walk a few feet and put it away!

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Plants because I like to garden, nonfiction books because I like to learn new things, and hiking boots because I like to be active outdoors.

-what do they notice first in a person?

I notice people's smiles first. I'm generally a happy person and I like to see others happy, too.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Maybe a 6 or 7? I'm good at pushing past discomfort when I'm doing something strenuous like climbing, but I don't tolerate sudden injuries quite as well.

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Usually fight. I go into action mode when a crises hits and start thinking about how I'll tackle the problem.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Definitely! I have 4 siblings, 3 niblings, and we all get along great. Family is very important to me!

-what animal represents them best?

I'll go for a labrador because they're good companions and they like to explore.

-what is a smell that they dislike?

I hate the smell of gasoline.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

Surprisingly I haven't, though I'm pretty active. I've come close a couple of times, though!

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

Most people would say I'm friendly and curious.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

I'm a morning bird. I like to have a little time to myself before the rest of the world wakes up to prepare for my day. I do enjoy sleeping in on those lazy days when I don't have anywhere to be, though.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

I'm not picky, but I don't like flavors that are too bland. As for favorites, I don't think I could pick just one! I like trying new cuisines and experimenting with flavor combinations. If I had to pick, I'd go with my mom's homemade tomato sauce. Nothing else compares.

-do they have any hobbies?

I like to garden, though I don't have much space in my apartment. I'd love to have a big garden someday and have lots of fresh fruits and veggies to cook with. I'm pretty active and I love the outdoors. Hiking, rock climbing...anything that gets me moving and allows me to explore.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

I would appreciate the gesture, but hopefully I would be in the mood to party!

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

I don't really wear jewelry. I've seen some beautiful pieces, but it's not very practical for my lifestyle.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

As a future doctor, I've been practicing my indecipherable handwriting for years!

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

That's a good question because sometimes I tend to suppress my emotions.

-do they have a favorite fabric?

I like silk and anything that feels nice on my skin.

-what kind of accent do they have?

I'm from Tartosa, so I have the local accent. Although people in Tartosa say I'm losing it a bit.

I'll tag @weirdosalike, @morningglory-sims, @beachyserasims, @zosa95, and @kelsey-sims if you'd like to play along!

#tag game #oc: paul dimarco #sh:johnny #sh:outtakes

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witchersmistress · 10 months

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Monster pt 10

Hello my Darlings!! back with some monster today

Trigger Warning: straight up fluffy august

Word count: 2.5K

August’s POV

your eyes filled with tears, I spun your round and kissed every inch of your face as you clung to me. Crushing you into my chest as you sobbed. I had no idea you felt so broken and unwanted. The thought that not a single person loving you drives me over the edge, i want to scour the world and burn them all to the ground.. Gripping the back of your head and wrapping an arm around your back “Wrap your arms around me” you put your arms around my neck and I picked you up by your thighs and lifted you off the ground, depositing you back on the bed. You curled up and just watched, eye glassy and conflicted. Shooting a quick text off to Ed to bring me my laptop, I pulled back the crips sheets and moved you under them. Making quick work of your leggings and socks, then your bra.

Leaving you in you cotton panties and tucked the blankets around you, Ed knocked on the door and brought me my laptop and various other things that i was working on, Nicci trailed in behind him with a tray of a variety of food and drinks, she gave a small smile and walked back out the door, Ed clapped me on my and walked out. I stripped down to my boxer after they left the room and climbed into bed with you. Pulling you into my side, I drew circles on your shoulder and hummed a soft medley. “I want our son to be loved, he is the most important thing to me” moving my left hand to cover yours on the swell of your stomach “He is the most important thing, but he isn't my world you are” i wiped away a few stray tears as you laid your head on my chest and fell asleep. Watching your breath even out, I moved a few pieces of hair from your eyes “ “I promise, if I steal, it will be to steal your heart. If I cheat, it’s to cheat death so I can stay with you longer. If I fight, it will be to protect you.” Then I add my own twist, “If you cry, it will be tears of happiness. If you're in pain, it will be because you're giving birth to our children.”

After placing a kiss on your head, heart and belly, i looked over at my laptop that chimed, grabbing the damn thing i looked over and it was a message from Sy and Walter

Walter: *Sends the video of August talking to you while you are sleeping*

“ I may vomit..”

That rotten motherfucker, i am going to get him one of these days

Sy: I hate to say this man but someone has to. You are pussy whipped cuz, ain't nothing you can do about it”

August: like you aren't over a 27 year old girl you’ve known your entire life?”

Sy:” shut up Gus”

Walter “Wow I've never seen you this love struck since you discovered yourself”

Sy: “🤣 🤣 🤣 Thats a good one Walter”

August: Seriously fuckers, your a bunch of children 🙄”

Closing out of the chat and scrolling over to my emails, most of it junks or unimportant matters, but one stands out to me, from Matthias

“Hey Boss,

We have auction night coming up but none of the other partners are available and neither are you, still continuing without one present?

Matthias

Adjusting my laptop so that i could type,

“Matthias,

Dont worry man one of the partners will be there, don't you worry”

August

Smiling to myself as i switched back over to chat:

August: “Since both of you are being fuckers.. Sy you’ll need to be at LUX this weekend, for the auction since i am unavailable and Walters is just a dumb fucker”

Walter: *typing* Rude..

Sy: Seriously?!?! I have other stuff I was going to do, Gus this is bullshit!!

August: Oh what were you going to do?? Masterbate to pictures of Rory?

Walter: “Damn bro that harsh.. I fucking love it”

Sy: “.........fucking asshole.. I had plans with her dad, we were going fishing”

I was typing my reply when Sy responded again:

Sy: “Fucking assholes, her dad just asked me to keep an eye on her since she is going out to LA this weekend. What the fuck am i suppose to do?”

Walter: “Wear a condom”

August: “an extra small one”

Sy: “Assholes the lot of you, this isn't fucking funny. She is his daughter like how do i deal with that, ive been wanting your daughter since she was 18, im fucking 45 years old man. It's wrong on so many levels”

August: “It's funny from where I’m sitting”

Walter: “Like I said man, wear a condom.. An extra small one and pray you don't have a heart attack”

Sy:” Fuck you man”

August: “Nah Syverson dont fuck Walter, fuck Rory”

Sy: “🖕 i fucking hate both of you”

Walter: There sure seems to be a lot of fucking going on, just not with poor Rory, the poor thing i hope she brought a friend”

Sy: 😒 😒 😒

Letting out a sharp laugh, I startled you, your eyes flutter open, reaching across my chest, dragging your finger nails down my chest, i feel the sting, your nails leave behind along with the 4 pink marks down my chest before you settle your hand low on my abdomen and drift back off to sleep. “My sleepy little kitten, what have you done to me?” burying your face deeper into my side, with a gentle laugh, i focus back on my work. A few restful minutes pass before knocking at the door. “Come in”

“Sorry boss” Ed said as he came in with some documents, “I know you two needed time but we found how her dad got into the estate” he extended his hand to show me some grainy footage of Ethan and his crew of misfits making their way into an old ice house. Fuck i forgot all about that, there was a passage way from there to the kitchen.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I ran a finger gently down the bridge of your nose, “Sweet girl, I’ll be back before you know it” placing a kiss on your forehead and tucking a pillow in my place, you snuggled up closer and sighed. I didn't want to leave but I need to protect you and our son more than ever. Quickly getting dressed, I looked back at you curled up in bed. With a heavy sigh I turned and left you, hopefully for the last time.

*hours later*

Does Ethan think I am that stupid? He wanted me to find him. Slinking through the front hall, my men spread out behind me. I nodded at Ed before I opened the door and made my way into the house, walking into the den. There is no sign of anyone here. I pointed to my left and right, spreading my men out to search the property, Ed and I went further into the den, looking over plans and blueprints of my home in Paris and our current hideaway in Italy

FUUUCK!! Scrambling for my phone, I called Walter “Hello brother to what do I owe..”

I cut him off before he could finish “ I need an extraction team in Italy, immediately, she and my baby are in danger.” i heard the clicking of keys as he quickly typed and the muffled sound of voices as he barked out orders ``It's done, they will be there within the hour” the click on the other end told me that he had hung up, i quickly pulled up the cameras and saw his men making entry to the home, Nicci woke you up and threw things in a bag before handing you a prepaid cell phone, Ed came up beside me and handed me his “Baby girl listen to Nicci and do what she says, you’ll be safe in her hands and i'll see you soon”

Your POV

I remember hearing August recite an old Irish prayer, then i was being woken up by panicked Australian accent “Wake up we need to go” coming back to the land of the living, i saw Nicci throwing stuff into a bag and clothes on the bed “Quick, we need to get you to safety.” I sprang up from bed, quickly pulling on my clothes as Nicci scolded the men when they came in. “Have you no respect, she is naked” my cheeks flushing at the thought of another man seeing me naked, but more of how August would behave if he found out. Nicci handed me a cellphone, it was August “What is going on?” there was chatting on the other end of the line “Just moving you to a different location sweet girl, i'll see you when you get here” the lined clicked on the other ended and i handed the phone back to Nicci, i pulled my favorite sweater, stolen from August, i felt something scratch me along my back, hissing as it bite into my skin, Nicci came over, “What's the matter love?”

“Something is caught in my sweater” pulling at the back, she pulled it up and gasped “That rotten bastard, your father planted a bug on ya” she called for one of August’s men and they came in. she handed over the bug and they grimaced “Boss won't be too happy” he grabbed his wand and nikki snatched it. “‘I’ll do it, you don't need to be touching her” she waved it over my body and my stuff nothing else beeped, tossing my black flats at me feet, “Come girly lets go” we rushed through the beautiful home as we were hustled out the door and into the driveway. There was a couple, standing there talking to one of August’s men, they could have passed for August and I at a glance.

Nikki gave me a squeeze “Your safe I promise you that, come we have someone we want you to meet” i nodded as we made our way towards were they were standing. Nikki tapped the man on the shoulder and he spun around “Nikki” he spoke with a Irish accent, as he scooped her up and spun her around “Saint you eejit, put me down” he let out a loud laugh and placed her back on her feet “ We will make an irish woman out of you yet” she rolled her eyes and slapped him in the chest, she turned back to me “where are my manners, this is my brother in law Saint and his girl Nyx” i looked over at Nyx, she had to same type of build as me, from hair color and eyes, to height and build.

Nyx popped the trunk of her vehicle and opened a duffle bag “ Hi sweetness” . I wasn't expecting her to have a soft tone like she does. “Come, let's see if I have anything that matches” I nodded as we dug through the bag. Nikki chatted with Saint and August’s men, fiddling with a necklace.. She was nervous. We all were. We managed to get Nyx dressed like me, “Now for that last piece” I jumped out of my skin as Saint came up behind me. He let out a soft chuckle as Nyx stared him down “Saint dont scare the poor girl, you were raised better than that” he rubbed my shoulders and then moved to Nyx and pulled her in his arms and devoured her mouth in a passionate kiss. I was equal parts embarrassed and jealous.

Jealous that they can be so open like they are, I don't know if I’ll ever get to have that with August or if he and I will be doomed to the shadows while my father hunts us. Somebody clearing their throat, stopped them. “If you two are finished we need to get moving” Nikki huffed at them. They broke apart and Saint retrieved a little clear bag from his pocket. “Last piece, the tracker” he looked at Nyx and indicated for her to spin around, she did and raised the sweater up, he attached the tracker to the band of her leggings and pulled her sweater back down “We are all set” confusion must have been written on my face..

“Sweetness” Nyx cooed at me “We are the diversion for you to get away safely, you and that precious baby” she winked at me. Nikki pulled me into her side, “Do not fret those two are very good at what they are doing. Come on into the vehicle with you ", throwing one last glance over my shoulder to Nyx and Saint, he was putting his helmet before giving Nyx hers, she smiled at me and yelled “Don't worry love we’ll be seeing you again.” popping on her helmet and getting on the back of the bike and taking off. Nikki put me into the black escalade and we took off, she rubbed my shoulder as we drove to the air strip. I just couldn't get out of my own head, I wanted August but I may never have him the way I want to. I felt a tear slipping down my face as I watched the house fade into the background.

We pulled into the airfield where a plane was waiting for us and a familiar figure was pacing in front of the steps. August, he looks like he has aged 20 years since he left. The car had barely come to a stop before I was flinging off my seatbelt and opening the door. “Woman, what is the matter with you?” Nikki called after me as I took off from the car. “August” I yelled but he didnt hear me, pumping my legs faster “AUGUST!!” I yelled with everything in my chest, he stopped pacing and looked over at me before I started running at me. I'm not sure who collided with who but that didn't matter, i wrapped myself around that man like a snake hanging from a tree. He wrapped my legs around his waist, one hand was on my back, the other one went to the back of my head, securing me to his frame. Turning around he walked up the steps, Nikki was shaking her head and laughing at me while he carried me. Passed the seats and into the private bedroom in the back. Closing the door behind him, he sat on the bed and pulled me closer to him. We did speak for several long seconds, he unwrapped my legs from his waist and he sat me on the edge of the bed while he paced around bedroom space, i fiddled with the grey throw blanket as he moved about, the plush grey carpeting with white wall and the window shades half drawn so there was some sunlight streaming in.

“August” I started as he blew out a breath and turned around to look at me. “Marry me”

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djsherriff-responses · 10 months

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Character design rant below because this still bothers me but the gist is: Making Beezlebub a literal queen bee instead of a winged furry is actually more generic

(Note these aren’t bad designs, generic designs can work and are not inherently bad,there’s no real original ideas it just how you express them. I just think being literal with Bee doesn’t work in the context of the narrative and character Viv has shared)

Making Bee a literal Queen Bee doesn’t make sense for her personality, role or even symbolically

For one she’s likely meant to be (part) hover fly than an actual bee. You know “you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar”? Plus the “Bee” aesthetic is likely meant to hide the uglier side of the gluttony ring (similar to how junk food looks good while being bad for your health)

But for starters making her aesthetic more military/royalty, while it fits the general theme of “animal tamer queen bee”, you have to remember she’s meant to be below Lucifer in the hierarchy of Vivziepop’s Hell.

Lucifer is already meant to be the “Ring Leader” , so Bee dressing more like a traditional animal tamer would conflict with Lucifer’s role , as both ring leader and animal tamer have similar clothing.

(seriously Google “ring leader costume” and “animal tamer costume” and tell me it not just the same outfits being shown)

More than that, Bee is a party animal, and idk about everyone else but when I see someone in a formal outfit or even uniform with a matching crown , a serious hive mind army of bees and who may or may not be holding a whip , I think “this person is serious and strict, likely doesn’t even like sleeping past 9 pm” not “wow this person is gonna throw the wildest party in all of literal hell!”

If you want to ignore that the “original” Beezlebub was “lord of the flies”(and represented the sin of envy as well as gluttony), making her a literal bee still doesn’t make sense.

In nature bees are a hive species who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the safety of their hive. Bees are so hard working that they literally symbolise hard work , as well as wisdom and teamwork.

Nothing about bees actually connects them to the sin of gluttony besides maybe honey, and other animals such as bears who steal honey would make a better fit for gluttony than bees.

If anything , making a demon lord have bee aesthetics while dressed in royalty/military clothing and heavy in the “animal tamer” role (who was an animal abuser actually) is more….wrath than gluttony (I seen someone say they wanna give Bee Lion features to better suit the animal tamer element and uh, dude, lions are symbolically wrath or pride come on)

As gluttony is about lack of control and overindulgence , with a lot of the elements people have added to “fix” /redesign Bee give her the opposite elements that fit a character who is over controlling and strict.

Side note but which one would stick out like a sore thumb more in a hell hound party?

So than, why did Vivziepop make her a fox of all things? Instead of a bear to fit better with the bee aesthetic , or a pig which is more traditionally seen as a symbol of gluttony

And yes it is partly a reference to Viv’s older animations such as Jay from “Die Young”, and because Viv likes furries

It’s more likely because foxes do symbolise gluttony , unlike bees

okay foxes are usually used for greed not gluttony, but people misinterpret greed and gluttony as the same just for money and food respectively. But even if we go with the proper meanings of them (greed being hoarding while gluttony being overindulgence) in many stories and folktales, what are foxes most known for?

Biting off more than they can chew

From “9”fantastic mr fox” getting cocky with his plans to steal food for his community, to folktales such as “the gingerbread man” where the fox betrays the gingerbread man for a quick snack and even to other countries such as Korea’s “the fox sister” where a fox spirit eats the livers of her brothers to try to become human

technically a wolf would work too, considering the role the big bad wolf has in various stories, though there’s other elements as to why Bee suits being a fox furry

Yep, that sounds much more like a drug stealing party queen than the bee symbolim, yeah?

I know technically if Bee is meant to be the animal tamer than there should be various animal themed demons than just hellhounds and such but at that point one is better off making their own concept of a demon queen bee than remake Viv’s existing story fit their own standards

(Side note but if anyone wants to make their own hell story, I think a strict bee queen who does animal taming would work great as the ruler of the Seventh layer of hell if you use Dante as inspiration)

If you made it this far I do actually have criticisms of Bee’s original design

Hair is an eye strain (especially in motion)

her fringe looks distracting and makes her lava lamp hair even more eye straining

(though I’d keep the lava lamp hair, just balance it better)

i don’t like that she’s meant to be the actual Beezlebub, I actually thought she was the daughter or even a custom made hellhound of Beezlebub’s

was disappointed my headcanon wasn’t true ;-;

Her wings should be more noticeable

I would personally keep her design with minor edits but have the real Beezlebub be a wolf fly hybrid demon, to play off the big bad wolf tropes and have Bee be someone who represents him in public so people aren’t as wary of the gluttony ring (like how the big bad wolf in little red riding hood and the 7 kids disguised himself to be more presentable before eating them)

Last point: Pretty sure her palette is meant to be the colours of the pansexual flag

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Reaching for Stardust - Part XII

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on Wattpad

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been really sick for the past week with no end in sight and have been pretty useless as a result. I didn't want to fall behind in writing, but I also shouldn't leave this hanging any longer. Hope y'all are still enjoying <3

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“We’re really cramming a ton of stuff into just a few months,” I said to Josh as he packed an overnight bag for another Detroit trip. “Halloween, these bachelor and bachelorette parties, Thanksgiving, Danny’s birthday, Christmas, bridal party, New Years, our wedding. When will it end?” Halloween had passed–blissfully, thankfully. We’d all gotten together for an old-school costume party which, thankfully, Kirsti had hosted. I’d been grateful to feel young again though my sister wasn’t much older than I was. Still, her friends were all the “real” adults I’d imagined myself being when I was a child, with big-people jobs, their own houses, new cars, kids and spouses. At least I was soon going to check one of those things off the list and Josh had his big-person job already.

“Well, my love, it will never end,” Josh told me while he folded a pair of pants. “Life is a series of wonderful adventures, holidays and surprises.”

“It’s a lot,” I replied.

Josh looked at me and frowned a little. “Are you stressed? This is supposed to be a fun night for you. I want you to have fun.”

“No, no, I’m excited,” I insisted, which was the earnest truth. “A chill sleepover with the girls is honestly just what I want. I can’t even remember the last time any of us did that.”

The frown turned to a smile. “Are you going to gossip about all of us?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

The smile grew even brighter, Josh’s entire face lighting up. No matter the season, no matter how dark the sky became, he always had such a beautiful glow about him. “Good. What are you going to eat?”

“Junk food. Lots of it,” I said, reaching for a shirt that was lying on the bed to fold myself. “No bar food for us.”

“I already know I’m going to–” Josh paused, looking up as he waved his hand around, searching for a word. “Expand by the time our wedding arrives. Maybe that’s the real problem with all these excursions one after the other.”

“You’d look hot with a few extra pounds,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about it. But I really have to worry about fitting into that dress.”

“No worries for either of us. Not about that.” Josh waved his hand again flippantly, resuming packing his bag. “Unimportant.”

I sat down on the bed to watch him. “Fair enough. Not gonna worry about it,” I said, though the thought of abruptly not fitting into my wedding dress filled me with enough dread to promise myself that I’d take it easy on the Doritos and Little Debbie cakes later.

Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny commenced their bar crawl that night while I drove myself over to Jane’s to meet her, Bev and Kirsti for our sleepover. After I dropped my bag in the living room, I went into Jane’s cozy kitchen and saw that she’d taken a page from Jake’s book–instead of the bags and boxes of junk and comfort food lazily peppered around, she’d laid everything out in a contrasting, elegant way.

“You are so cute,” I said, eyeing the Ho-Hos and Zebra Cakes that had been unwrapped and plated in an alternating pattern on a funky black and white curved platter.

“Thank you,” Jane said with a smile, handing Bev a bag of pizza rolls, then she gave an exaggerated bow. “And welcome to your bachelorette party on a budget. It can still be kind of fancy, I think.”

Bev scooted past her to turn on the oven. “So we’ve got pizza rolls, mac and cheese bites which I’m gonna do in the air fryer, mozzarella sticks and Bagel Bites.” She gave me a mock-exasperated look. “Put on the sweatpants, girlies.”

I opened the freezer to peek. “Wow, two types of pizza snacks indeed. We really are living large tonight.”

“Where’s your sister?” Jane asked, unraveling champagne glasses from tissue paper. “She’s bringing the booze, right?”

“Jane, you didn’t need to buy those,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Kirsti could have brought glasses along with the champagne. So, yeah, she’s in charge of alcohol.”

Kirsti showed up right as the pizza rolls were coming out of the oven, coming to the rescue with two bottles of champagne, three bottles of wine and a 24-rack of seltzers. I laughed incredulously at her haul that was fit for maybe more like a sorority party.

“Well, it’s a party,” my sister stressed, handing off the huge box of seltzers to me. “And based on the amount of alcohol that was consumed during my Halloween party, I thought it was necessary.”

“Kirsti, you literally forced us all to do shots,” Bev noted, an amused smile on her face while she watched Kirsti unload all the alcohol into the fridge, minus the two bottles of champagne which she kept on the counter.

“Forced. Right,” Kirsti replied with a little scoff, shaking her head. “No, it’s totally fine. None of you threw up. That’s all I can ask for.”

I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms, trying to rifle through memories. “Didn’t your coworker Ben throw up on the porch?”

Kirsti laughed. “He’s such an idiot.”

“We know the type,” Bev chirped.

We eventually all settled onto the floor of Jane’s living room, which she’d covered with various throw blankets and pillows, with our glasses of champagne. Each of the girls had given me a separate toast–Kirsti had a long one, full of nothing but well wishes for Josh and I and one that I figured was a practice for her maid of honor speech. Bev tossed in her trademark humor and wit with her heartwarming adoration, of course reminding all of us of the troubled beginning Josh and I had had thanks to my own stubbornness. Jane’s might have been the sweetest of all though because her intrinsic sweetness rolled through every word and facial expression, a gentle light in her eyes while she spoke. All of it almost made me cry, but the tears subsided when Bev suddenly showered me with penis-shaped confetti.

“Congratulations, beautiful bride!” she said with a boisterous laugh, leaving me perplexed in the phallus-rain.

“This–” I began, holding a palmful of it. “Where did you even get this? Do we have a sex shop here I’m unaware of?”

“I ordered it,” Bev told me with a smirk. “I ordered many things.”

“She even ordered–” Jane began, then Bev held a hand out to stop her.

“No! Don’t spoil the rest of the surprises,” she warned, then clinked my glass with hers. “Cheers, babe. I promise I won’t pull any of this shit at the wedding.”

“Appreciate it,” I told her. I was wondering what Josh and the boys were doing and hoping Sam hadn’t mirrored Bev’s actions with pussy confetti, but it seemed probable, especially if they’d spent even a minute talking since my birthday night.

The evening progressed easily with laidback drinking and fun, lighthearted games. But when we all started to get more and more tipsy, Bev proposed we play a “lie detector” game, which involved two of us taking turns facing one another, one asking a question and having to determine if the other’s answer was actually true. As the bride-to-be, I got in the hot seat first with Bev facing me, a devilish grin on her lips while she swirled the wine in her glass.

The nervous smirk on my own face was involuntary. “Do your worst,” I told her before taking a sip of my seltzer.

“Okay,” Bev said slowly, looking up to the ceiling for a moment before she looked into my eyes, daring and definitely drunker than I was. “Did you think about breaking up with Josh when he told you about the SCAD interview?”

“Not for a second,” was my instant answer, the absolute truth. Bev’s nod solidified that.

“Yeah, I believe it,” she said, then brought the glass to her lips again. “Guess I gotta drink. I should’ve thought of something better.”

It was my turn with Jane next and there was one thing I was quite curious about, given how reserved she often was and how I’d seen the crush on Jake bloom in real time. “Did you really not sleep with Jake the night of my birthday?”

She laughed a little. “I really didn’t. We made out and stuff, but–”

“And stuff,” Bev echoed with a laugh of her own.

“I believe her,” I announced, taking a drink. “How’s anyone supposed to get an answer that’s actually a lie? I feel like we all know each other too well for that or we’re just not being mean enough or something.”

“It has to be really embarrassing,” Kirsti said. “And now I’m up.”

Bev was up against her, sitting cross-legged on a square pillow. Kirsti being in the hot seat did make me a little nervous. We hadn’t had a true heart to heart in a while–it was Josh who I shared everything with, who I always went to first about everything even if it was painful. Especially if it was painful, actually. And when Bev asked if Kirsti was upset about her younger sister getting married first, her face didn’t match her answer at all.

The room became silent, tense and awkward. Bev looked at me sheepishly, bringing the wine glass closer to her body as if she could hide behind it. “Oh. Well–”

“It’s okay,” I said, but was it? My sister was entitled to her feelings and I thought I could understand, but I wish I’d talked to her about all of this so much more deeply before we got here. I didn’t want her to feel slighted by the universe or jealous of me or lesser than or anything negative at all. Suddenly my mind was spinning, and not from the alcohol.

“I think we all imagine our lives working out differently than they actually end up,” Kirsti said, far more sober and able to speak distinctly than the rest of us. Except my buzz felt abruptly yanked into the atmosphere, leaving me drained with no good reason.

“We’re all single and hot,” Bev said. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, of course not,” Kirsti said. She laughed softly and the familiar sound eased my fears a bit. “I’m just starting to feel really old.”

“You’re not,” Jane offered, always one of the most genuine, kind people out there no matter what level of intoxication she was at. “None of us are and you know what? I think we’re all gonna find our perfect matches one day even if it takes a little longer.”

I was still quiet, trying to process as best I could with so much champagne, wine and hard seltzer in my system. Kirsti turned to me: “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. It’s not any deal. It just got me thinking.”

“It’s okay, really,” I said again, because it was. “I’d probably feel the same if I were you.”

We all moved past it easily enough, diving back into games, drinks and snacks until I felt stuffed to the gills. But I also felt like a cloud hung over the rest of the night, right over Kirsti and I. Why hadn’t I even considered her feelings about this until Bev asked? Why hadn’t we really talked? The kicker was, of course, that I was just bursting with a need to tell Josh all about this when I should have been talking to her. So when Bev and Jane crowded the bathroom to get ready for bed, I sat back down with my sister in the living room.

“I hate that you’ve been feeling this way,” I told her. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it before. I feel like I’ve done nothing but talk about myself and the wedding for so long now and that’s gotta be annoying as fuck.”

“It’s not annoying. This is what happens,” Kirsti assured me. “If it’s ever my turn, it’ll be the same thing.”

I shifted on the couch, still feeling like I couldn’t find the right words. “We’ve been drifting apart more and more. Suddenly I see that and I don’t like it.”

Kirsti’s expression hardened into protection mode: “Well, when I learned Josh wanted to take you away to a completely different state, I didn’t like that.”

I sighed. “Me either.”

“Listen–everything’s been building up to this thing. The wedding. That’s what’s supposed to happen. That’s what you want to happen, right?”

“Yeah.”

Kirsti leaned back against the arm of the couch. “So don’t worry about me. I’m a little jealous, that’s all. I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere in my own love life, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t either. It’s not like, the 1800s or whatever when the oldest has to get married first.”

“I know. But yeah, I get it,” I told her, suddenly exhausted and wishing we could rewind, just go back to the fun, silly games and forget we ever drifted apart at all. “It’s a lot for everyone to deal with, I think. But I really need you there, okay? I can’t do this without you.”

That got a little smile. It was what I needed. “You could. All you need is Josh.”

I shook my head. “Not true. I need all of you guys. Always. Forever.”

Bev appeared, carrying that tray of mini, pre-packaged cakes. “You did say something about a commune before. Maybe we should go for it.”

“Josh would love that,” I said, my mind meandering back to my beloved boy. “At this point, I’m very open to it. We could all be one big, happy family.”

Jane came into the room and sat down on the floor below me. “They’re definitely drunk right now,” she said, holding her phone out to show me a text from Jake, which was just a picture, no text to provide any concrete context. It was him and Sam looming over the camera, Jake so close you could only see the top half of his face, Sam grinning next to him and holding a beer. It was adorable. I loved it. I could see that she did, too.

Kirsti clapped her hands together and stood up. “Okay, let’s get this party going again. I didn’t mean to bring anyone down.” She pointed dramatically at each one of us, so lively, as if the alcohol had hit her out of nowhere. “I love all of you and this wedding is going to be amazing and no one is going to sleep yet..”

I pulled out my own phone to see if Josh had texted me and indeed he had. He had sent me a picture of him and Danny, Danny’s arm slung over his shoulders as Josh slumped over a counter, a tall cocktail in front of his face. How lucky, I thought, to have found such magical, silly, wonderful people to share life with.

When the rest of the surprises commenced, I was reminded again of that luck, drunk and growing more and more flushed and bewildered with each stupid but potentially useful gift I’d been given by my friends.

I dangled up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that Jane had given to me, wrapped up so nicely in a sophisticated cream-colored box complete with a bow. “Really?”

“Oh come on. I feel like you guys would be into that,” she said, giggling, then addressed the other two girls. “Am I wrong?”

“Nah, not wrong,” Bev chimed in, pouring herself more wine. “Josh definitely seems like a bit of a sub.” I was not sober enough to pull up my defenses, and my silent and red-faced answer was testament to that. Bev started to laugh, pointing at me: “See! I’m totally right. Shit, you gotta give us some details now.”

I dropped the cuffs back into the box and placed the lid on top. “No, no details. You guys don’t deserve it.” As the noise of protest chimed around me, I ignored it and reached for a small pink bag. “This one better be good,” I said and, really, it was–a bottle of edible body oil and a bottle of peach-flavored lube.

“There’s no excuse not to use those,” Kirsti said, trying to stifle laughter behind her drink, and I turned to stare at her, open-mouthed with so much surprise that my own older sister could be so raunchy like Bev and Jane. She let out a real laugh then. “Don’t look at me like that! You told me Josh just loves when you give him massages.”

Bev and Jane both broke out into laughter; I dropped the bottles back into the bag. “Okay, yes, he does,” I admitted. “His shoulders get tight, you know.” That just elicited more laughter so I moved onto the next bag, quickly revealing a pair of nipple clamps. I stared at them for a moment before covering my face with my hand, sighing heavily. “Ladies–are you serious?”

“I’m telling ya,” Bev said, leaning into Jane hard, gesturing to me with a very drunk hand that was holding that diabolical glass of wine. “Sub vibes. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“We like it both ways,” I grumbled but when Bev looked way too satisfied with that not entirely accurate answer, I corrected myself. “No one is a sub or a dom! Jeez.” I huffed, shaking my head. “But you know what? I’m gonna ask Josh to try these for real.”

“He’s got a nice rack,” Kirsti said casually and with a little shrug.

Jane tilted her head and nodded in agreement; Bev raised her eyebrows at me, smirking: “See? I was right.”

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What are some embarrassing secrets of the OW members and what are the reactions of the kids when they inevitably find out?

Cassidy: *sitting in a chair rock documentary style* I used to say 'Blackwatch plays by its own rules' a lot. It comes up a lot in old debriefings. Even worse when I sound smug as hell in that shit. Y'know you tell yourself it was a different time but *sucks breath through teeth* yeah it does not look good.

*camera cuts to Jaime in that same rock documentary interview chair*

Jaime: When did I find out Cole is an accessory to extrajudicial murder?' I mean Vishkar had a real hard-on for anti-Overwatch propaganda--not that they needed to try super hard to make it. I knew about the Venice Incident well before I got on the Watchpoint, but y'know, one day you'll be browsing through the files yourself, you'll learn something new and you're like 'oh hey, I know that war criminal. He's making tamales tonight.'

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Samir: Uncle Niran's always telling us goofy stories from his and Satya's academy days. A lot of it was really funny stuff, like Mom's first hard-light constructs unintentionally looking really phallic or that time she accidentally set off the fire alarm or stuff like that, but usually there were at least 11 details he would include offhandedly that made you go, 'Wow. You guys were in a cult.'

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Marti: *sitting in the interview chair* The thing is, when you have an Auntie who makes it her business to know literally every shameful secret of every powerful person in the world, you get an interesting scope on things. Oh you get extremely jaded, absolutely, and then you get the hubris, and then it just kind of boils down into... a lot of people being boring, actually. And a lot of the time you just kind of end up feeling sorry for people. Auntie actually made me do a full background check on Morrison all by myself before she let me train with him. *sips drink*

Interviewer, offscreen: That's quite an ask.

Marti: *setting drink down* Obviously. He was a massive public figure so I think a major goal of hers was just delaying me training with him while I sorted through all the junk. Anyway I learned that his grandmother had the third largest Precious Moments figurine collection in Indiana, which apparently made him suffer from night terrors until age 13, and also that he spent 11 months in intensely secretive litigation following the Crisis because there's basically an entire subgenre of shoestring-budget gay porn starring an uncanny lookalike operating under the name, 'Jack Whorrison.' Turns out Auntie scrubbed pretty much every video of that from every networked hard drive in the world as a birthday gift to him in her third year after defecting. I found it in her records--no actual videos, just the algorithms she wrote to hunt them down. She gets so embarrassed when she does genuinely nice things for people.

Interviewer, offscreen: Did you ever investigate whether Jack Whorrison was another cloning attempt by Talon?

Marti: Why would they clone him for that. No, that was literally just a blonde dude.

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karusenka · 2 months

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Hello! Im so sorry if its not going to be perfect, I am not that much into hazbin hotel but I still wanted to do the matchup trade, I hope I will not dissapoint you! 😭 @imjustabeanie

I had a diffucilly time in who to choose, because my brain doesn't work however but after some time I decided that I will go with something more risky!

Adam!!

Okay I matched you with him because I know you and him would be the biggest menace to the society, please save anyone who will get in your way. At the first meeting he would already like you. Your looks and personality are just perfect for him! He loves your attitude (you better not be polite towards him...because you know, this bitch doesn't deserve that) He really likes your flirting and he will flirt back for sure... But in his way if you know what I mean (just him being an asshole like always)

Adam is also not a morning person, you both can just rot in bed for a while! I think your dates with him would be mostly eating junk food and watching some stupid shit together. I think when you both are laying on a bed when no one is around he would cuddle with you, but it would be messy. Also you both would play a lot of video games, but please watch out, he is good at them! So please destroy him when you play games with him to crush his ego a little bit! :3

Adam loves how brutally honest you are, it won't affect him and he will laugh at you every time you point out something about him "I don't care, bitch!" (only imagine him saying mean names to you if you are comfortable with it! You know how Adam is...)

I think the first time when you both meet each other would be hilarious. He starts to be mean to you (wow what a surprise) and you both just start to cuss at each other 😭😭 the funniest shit ever, I would watch while eating popcorn for sure. (he will eat something too while arguing with you for sure).

When it comes to opening up, well Adam doesn’t mind that you never do that, he is awful at comforting so you don’t have to be worried that he will pressure you into telling him your problems, I mean he might jokily ask you about them, but you don’t have to worry about him pressuring you into telling him anything about problems that you don’t want to share. He cares about you (wow him?? caring about anybody??) so he doesn’t want you to actually feel bad, well maybe he just likes to see you angry, but otherwise? Adam dislikes seeing you being sad and he will give you some free time for yourself.

He loves your recklessness since I bet you both would do stupid shit together and make other people annoyed! He will hype every bad idea you have. Like I said earlier you both are the menace to society! Also that’s good that you never take anything seriously because he is also like that! There is no way to get serious with him so, good for you! Or not…You know it's Adam so-

Surprise… I know this will be very shocking. It might sound ooc but believe me I am always right (/j) But like I said before, he cares about you, maybe he doesn’t show it but he does care! He will never admit to it or he will joke about it, but yeah, good luck with making him confess it! Overall his love for you bothers him, he hates it, he hates how love feels, Lute probably figured out that he is in love and you probably figured it out too, seeing how close he is to you, he is genuinely happy and loves the time that he spends time with you <3

#matchup #matching #hazbin hotel matchup #match up

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simmerdowndee · 10 days

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uni_dayz episode nine part two

Noah and Laura are headed over to hang out. It’s been nice hanging out with these two, feels like old times. You know, before we decided to start dating and adding that type of chaos in our lives. I hear them at the door. Its open, so they come right on in.

Laura: Koda bear!

Dakota: So happy you guys came over to visit.

Noah: Are you doing okay?

Dakota: Yeah, I’m okay. My workload this semester isn’t too bad. Taking those two courses during the summer benefited me.

I took two courses during the summer to keep my mind off of… you know. It actually worked as they were very heavy instruction on top of my clerkship. Since I did those then, I was able to free up my schedule for other things I may want to do.

Laura: You guys are coming to my graduation, right?

Dakota: Yeah, I don’t know, I may be busy…

Noah: Yeah, I think I have a seminar….

Laura: Are you guys serious?

*Noah and I bust out laughing*

Dakota: Of course, we’ll be there.

Noah: I wish I took a picture of your face.

Laura: Assholes.

Dakota: I’m so excited for you!

Laura: I am excited too. I am working on my first exhibit soon.

Noah: We get VIP, right?

Laura: The best of the best for my besties.

Dakota: I can’t wait to see it.

Dakota: What are we doing this weekend?

Laura: Uh… I have a date.

Dakota: Ooh with who?

Laura: Someone from my program…...

Dakota: You have a picture of her?

Noah: Yeah, stop being secretive.

Laura: Here, nosy.

Dakota: She’s very pretty Laura.

Noah: She looks familiar…….

Laura: Please don’t tell me you’ve dated her……….?

Noah: No, not one of mine.

Dakota: One of yours, what do you have a fucking roster or something?

Noah: You sound jealous.

Laura: It sounds like you guys are flirting, stop.

*Dakota laughs*

Dakota: Well, I have nothing to do this weekend so… movies and junk food it is.

Noah: Do you want to go with me to this new arcade?

Dakota: There’s a new arcade?

Noah: Yeah, and it as DDR.

Dakota: I LOVE DDR. YES, LET’S GO.

Noah: I knew you’d say yes. I’ll pick you up around 8:30

Laura: First it was flirting and now you’re going on a date….

Dakota: I take you on dates all the time?

Laura: Because its me.

Noah: Wow.

Noah: Don’t be mad she likes me more.

Laura: Please. I am the love of her life.

Dakota: Its true.

Noah: No DDR for you then.

Dakota: Awh c’mon baby.

*Noah gets incredibly red*

*Dakota and Laura bust out laughing*

Laura: I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

Noah: Jesus you are loud.

Dakota: Yeah, I’m getting a migraine girl.

Laura: No? C’mon!

We banter a bit before we all head out to go eat lunch. I’m excited to hang out with Noah this weekend. I haven’t really been out in a while. It will be refreshing to see walls not located in my townhome.

Meanwhile…. In Windenburg

(Theo’s POV)

I’ve been in Windenburg for about 4 months now, and It’s been good. I’ve met a lot of new people in my program. School is also going well. Its interesting to study from across the world. I completed my first week of work and we had our first big win with a client. My team is going out to celebrate. I have to admit, when we secured our first client, the first person I was ready to tell was Dakota. I haven’t really gotten used to not being able to text or call her when I want. To be quite honest, I miss her. I miss her a lot.

Ana: Theo, are you coming?

Theo: Huh, yeah. I’ll be right there.

I’ve thought about just saying fuck it and calling her, but every time I get ready to push the call button, I back out. I wouldn’t even know what to say to her….

I hope she’s doing well.

#my sims #simblr #sims 4 #the sims #thesims4 #the sims 4 #simblog #ts4 simblr #sims 4 gameplay #UNI_DAYZ

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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(Futzing around more with GG Season 6. Shit is resolved before Rory's bday, and before Jess comes to town)

Logan breaks up with her on a cold night, a few weeks before her birthday.

He talks about how she’s changed; or that maybe she was always this person and he never noticed. That she has all these “secrets” when really what he means is that he never took an interest in her life in Stars Hollow, and so missed the fact that her mother lives across the street from two famous and influential comedians.

Her having never mentioned it seems to be something Logan can’t get over, and so they’re done. She goes back to her mother’s house instead of Paris’ place, and curls up on the couch, letting her mother feed her junk food and expound upon plans for her twenty-first birthday.

But the breakup casts a gloomy shadow over it, and she excuses herself, saying she’s tired.

She doesn’t sleep.

*****

“Logan dumped her,” Lorelai explains at the diner the next morning.

“What the hell?” Luke asks, obviously offended by this turn of events. “What is wrong with that kid?”

“He’s…he’s rich,” Lorelai shrugs helplessly. “He’s rich and he’s used to getting his way, and he’s not used to being with someone who has a life of her own that maybe doesn’t include him in every single corner.”

Luke just looks confused.

“She’s talking about us,” Lenny says from his and Midge’s table. “Logan was angry that he didn’t know we were close with Rory, because we’re…us.”

Luke rolls his eyes deeply. “I should go smack that kid in his mouth.”

“Do not do that,” Lorelai orders. “Please don’t do that. She’s bummed. She’s…she’s having a hard time right now, the last thing she needs is for the guy she’s probably still in love with to get bloodied by her almost stepfather..”

“You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do?” Luke requests.

“I will,” Lorelai grins sadly, reaching up to peck his lips. “Her birthday is coming up, and I’m going to plan our Atlantic city trip, and hopefully that will cheer her up.”

Midge frowns. “Atlantic City?”

“Yeah,” Lorelai grins back at her. “We’re gonna drink and gamble and-”

“Lorelai, sweetie. Atlantic City,” Midge says, her voice pained.

“Midge,” Lorelai counters.

“What about Vegas?”

“Midge-”

“I will pay for Vegas,” Midge promises. “Hotel, airfare, meals, the whole nine. Shy has a residency at the Four Seasons, you’ll love it.”

Lorelai huffs out a soft breath. “I really appreciate it, Midge, but Atlantic City was going to be our thing.”

“Vegas can still be your thing,” Midge promises. “Vegas is way less depressing.”

Lenny concedes that point with a nod. “Also legal sex work.”

“Thinking of going pro?” Midge asks him jokingly.

“I do look great in heels,” he counters with a grin.

“You two don’t want to come with, right?” Lorelai asks.

“God, no, I hate Vegas,” Lenny snaps. “Also I think I’m still banned from that one time.”

Luke wrinkles his nose. “You got banned from all of Vegas?”

“I accidentally sprayed Pearl Bailey with a fire extinguisher,” Lenny explains sheepishly. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to. It was a total fluke. But uh…it got me deep sixed for good.”

Lorelai tries not to laugh as she turns to Midge. “And you?”

“Will stay home and feed Luke and Paul Anka while you’re away,” Midge promises. “And tell Shy you’re coming so he can drag Rory up on stage and embarrass her.”

Lorelai sighs and closes her eyes. “Am I going to regret saying yes?”

“Not unless you intend to take your mother with you,” Midge smirks.

Lorelai gives a whole body shudder. “Ugh, being with my mother in Vegas.”

“Your mother at a strip club,” Lenny supplies evilly.

“Just for that I’m not bringing you some guy’s g-string as a souvenir,” Lorelai threatens.

“Shit, and I was so looking forward to that!”

****

“So, funny thing happened today.”

Rory blinks at her mother. “Funny haha or funny peculiar?”

“Funny…unexpected,” Lorelai says. “I told Midge and Lenny about our Atlantic City trip, and they…offered to send us to Vegas instead.”

“Wow,” Rory says. “That’s really generous of them.”

“I mean, I can totally tell them that the birthday girl still wants to go to Atlantic City,” Lorelai says quickly. “We don’t have to take them up on it.”

“It just-” Rory purses her lips. “Is this what Logan was talking about? Having and using connections?”

“You’re not using anyone, Sweets,” Lorelai tells her soothingly. “Midge and Lenny love you. Love us. We may not technically be related, but we’re family to them, and they want to do something nice for you on your birthday.”

“Are they coming with?” Rory asks.

“Turns out Lenny is still banned from Las Vegas,” Lorelai snorts. “They just want us to have a nice time. Stay somewhere fancy. Eat good food, see Shy Baldwin live. And we can still do all the things we planned. Just…swankier.”

“I just keep thinking about Logan,” Rory confesses. “I’m…I’m reevaluating things.”

“Logan was wrong to say those things to you,” Lorelai tells her. “Midge and Lenny have known you since you were two years old. They changed your diapers. Lenny taught you how to read a newspaper. Midge made you chicken and rice soup when you had the flu for the first time. Lenny and Morey once wore tiaras to your birthday party because you required everyone to wear one because everyone was a princess. You watched BIll Clinton get elected president on their couch while eating sourdough pretzels. Whoever they are in their professional lives, they are, first and foremost, to us, the old couple who lives across the street and has always, always been there for us. And Logan’s opinion about that relationship holds absolutely no water because he didn’t start caring about your life here in Stars Hollow until he found out who they were.”

Rory thinks that over, staying quiet.

“Midge and Lenny adore you,” Lorelai shrugs. “You and Jess and Lane. They love you guys. Don’t let some jerk who doesn’t understand what it is to be a part of a real community ruin that for you, Rory.”

Rory purses her lips and stays silent for another moment. “So…Vegas?”

Lorelai grins slowly. “Vegas.”

*****

“I’m going to throw Rory a birthday party,” her mother tells her the next evening over the phone as Lorelai works at the Dragonfly.

“Gonna be kind of hard without the birthday girl in attendance, but you do you,” Lorelai tells her.

“What are you talking about?”

“We’re leaving town for Rory’s birthday,” Lorelai explains with a grin. “We’re going to Vegas.”

“You most certainly are not,” Emily snaps. “Vegas is vile, and tacky!”

“And filled with gambling and lounge singers and booze and buffets and strippers,” Lorelai adds on. “And we’re gonna paint the town an undecided as-of-yet color.”

“You most certainly are not.”

“Flight and hotel are booked, Shy Baldwin tickets have been procured, I think we are,” Lorelai tells her. “We can do a belated birthday dinner when we get back.”

“But Lorelai-”

“Bye, Mom!”

*****

Lenny’s phone rings in the middle of the night, and he turns from his computer to pick up. “Hello?”

“Lenny!!!!!”

He chuckles and sits back. “Rory. How’s Vegas?”

“Vegas is nice. It’s all so nice.”

“And someone’s had a few drinks,” Lenny grins.

“I have! I have had…three…and a half…martinis!” Rory tells him. “Just like Midge drinks them, in honor of her. Gin, dirty with two olives.”

“Good girl,” Lenny says proudly. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

“I have gotten the numbers of four guys,” Rory tells him. “Totally unsolicited.”

“Well, what happens in Vegas…”

“Stays in Vegas unless it’s you and then you’re banned from Vegas.”

Lenny lets out a shout laugh, slapping his own knee. “Yes, yes, that’s very true. How does twenty-one feel?”

“Good. It feels…it feels good. You know? I’m - I’m back at school and Mom and I are talking again and…and she and Luke are gonna for-real get married, and- and and who cares about Logan, right? Of all the things to be mad about! Of all the things to break up with someone over! Not disclosing that the elderly couple who live across the street work in the entertainment industry? What is that? Who does he think he is? Huh?”

“A spoiled brat who doesn’t understand love,” Lenny tells her gently. “And that’s okay. Not everyone gets it, Kiddo.”

“He was supposed to get it.”

“I know,” Lenny commiserates.

“I’m gonna end up alone,” Rory pouts.

He chuckles gently. “You are so, so young. You have so many more chances to fall in love. You know, I didn’t meet Midge until I was in my thirties. I was pushing forty when we got married. And before she came along, after my divorce, I felt the way you feel. I had my shot, and there were no more to be had, and then…there she was. If a bitter old fool like me can find love after making a mess of his life, then you’re golden, Ponyboy.”

“It’s ‘stay golden,’” Rory corrects him.

“See? With a brain like yours, who can resist?” Lenny asks teasingly before growing serious again. “It’s okay to feel lonely sometimes. Everyone does. And I know as far as guys are concerned, you’ve been through the school of hard knocks, but the right person is out there. Give it time. You have so much.”

“Lenny, you’re the best.”

He smiles to himself. “You go have fun. Go flirt with some unsuspecting fratboy or something.”

“Can you hug Midge for me?” Rory asks.

“I will do that,” he promises. “G’night, Kiddo.”

“Night, Lenny.”

He hangs up and shakes his head, getting back to work.

*****

They get home Sunday night, exhausted but happy, and Luke and Midge cook dinner for them at the Schneiders’ place. Rory doesn’t have any Monday classes this week, so she’s determined to crash early and sleep off some of her jetlag.

“And then a stripper threw his thong at Rory,” Lorelai says, regaling the small group with stories of their Vegas adventure.

“That is so unhygienic,” Luke complains.

“Your step-daughter-to-be got to see some stranger dick, you’re not supposed to like it,” Midge jokes, making everyone else laugh.

Lenny nudges Rory gently at the dinner table. “Doin’ okay?”

Rory nods and grins at him. “Yeah. I really appreciated what you said over the phone. It really helped put things in perspective, you know?”

“Good. Breakups are hard, but it’ll be okay,” he tells her.

“Have you heard from Logan at all?” Sookie asks, looking concerned.

“No,” Rory admits. “I think - I think we really are done this time, you know? And it’s really for the best. I think we’re just- we think about life really differently.”

“Sometimes, even though you love someone, you’re just not right for each other,” Midge says sympathetically. “But you’re smart, talented, and gorgeous. There is somebody right around the corner, you’ll see.”

At that moment the door opens and closes and Jess’s voice rings out.

“I’m not here!” he calls. “I just need a place to crash while I try to convince Andrew to carry my book in the bookstore in the worst town in the country!”

Rory blinks owlishly, as Midge rolls her eyes and gets up to make him a plate.

END

#fic #au #tmmm #Gilmore Girls #Rory GIlmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Emily Gilmore #Luke Danes #Midge x Lenny #The Schneiders of Stars Hollow #Midge Maisel #fictional Lenny

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4townie · 1 year

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 60 | part 61 | part 62 | part 63

T stood on the side of the dance floor watching Z dance with his sister-in-law.

“Hey.” Olivia skipped over. “Why aren’t you out there with him?”

“There’s…a lot of people here.” T sighed. “I’m not used to big family events like this. It’s always been just me and my mom.”

“So you don’t have cousins?” Olivia asked. “Or aunts or uncles?”

“Nope.” T shrugged. “My mom’s an only child.”

Olivia stared up at him. “That’s a little sad. It sounds so lonely.” She looked back out at the dance floor. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have two older brothers to bug all the time.”

“Yeah, well lucky for me, I’ve got a little pest of my own.” T rolled his eyes.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

They both fell silent as they continued to watch everyone dance. T didn’t even notice himself beginning to smile as he watched Z have fun with his family.

“As dorky as he is, Bambi’s a pretty good dancer.” Olivia noticed him staring. “Me and him got our mom’s dancing skills. Meanwhile Lijah got Dad’s.” She gestured to her parents.

T winced. “Oh wow. And I thought my mom was embarrassing.” He looked at Olivia. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call Z Bambi?”

“Because he looks like a deer in headlights every time he gets caught having a personality outside of being a composed athlete.” Elijah joined them. “Although, I must admit, he’s changed a lot since joining the band. I can’t help but think we have you to thank for that.”

“Well, it wasn’t just me.” T blushed and averted eye contact. “The whole band had a hand in it. Plus, I think he’s made peace with the fact that he’s not just some basketball kid. He’s a lot more than that.”

Olivia and Elijah both stared at him.

“Ooh, you like him.” Olivia teased. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Huh?” T looked down at her in confusion.

“If you want, I can head up to the front desk and ask about availability.” Elijah offered.

“What?!” T’s face turned redder. “No, I’m only 17. We’re, like, barely dating.”

“That look in your eye says otherwise.” Elijah nudged him. “I remember Mom telling me how she noticed the way I always looked at Kumiko, or even how I lit up when I was just talking about her.” He smiled. “That’s how I knew I was in lo—”

“OH GREAT, A MICHAEL JACKSON SONG!” T ran off frantically.

“Real smooth, Lijah.” Olivia smirked.

Elijah groaned. “I will get them to admit it tonight. I WILL!”

“Z!” T ran into the middle of the dance floor. “Babe, I need you to get me away from your siblings. Can we go back to the bathroom?”

Z paused for a moment. “You think I’m gonna walk away during a Michael Jackson song?” He started laughing. “That’s priceless.”

“Bambi!” Kumi hit his arm lightly. “Be nice to your boyfriend. Don’t you want a proposal?”

“KUMI!” Z blushed. “We’re only—I mean, we just—and—”

“See what I mean?” T nudged him.

“I know, but we can’t hide in the bathroom anymore cuz of that…thing that happened with my uncle.” Z’s eyes shifted uncomfortably.

Kumi giggled. “Yeah, he told me and Elijah about that. You guys should be more careful if you don’t wanna be too obvious.”

“The bathroom was empty.” T blushed and crossed his arms. “How were we supposed to know someone would walk in while we were making out?”

“WHY ARE YOU TELLING HER ABOUT IT?!” Z covered T’s mouth, blushing intensely.

T pushed his hand away. “She just said she knew about it, it’s too late.”

“Ugh,” Z rested his head on T’s shoulder, “I don’t think I can handle my family knowing about my relationship.”

Kumi scoffed. “Tell me about it. When my parents first met your brother, I hardly said two words the whole time.” She shook her head. “There’s something so uncomfortable about your family knowing you hold hands and kiss someone.” She gagged.

T narrowed his eyes. “But I thought you were all about that lovey-dovey junk.”

“Well, I am now cuz I got used to it.” Kumi waved a hand. “It took a lot of family events to get over the awkwardness, but it was worth it.”

“That’s because you didn’t have annoying siblings who intentionally embarrass you.” Z rolled his eyes.

“Ha!” Kumi laughed. “It’s like you’ve never met Kaito. All he ever does is embarrass me. He’s doing it right now.” She gestured to her 19 year old brother doing the running man.

“Ooh, why didn’t you tell me you have a hot brother?” T smirked, giving Z a playful side eye.

“T!” Z hit his arm, earning a chuckle.

“Awwww, you guys remind me of me and Lijah when we were first falling in love.” Kumi swooned. “One day, we’ll be standing on this very dance floor at your wedding. I just know it.”

T and Z stared at her.

“You wanna go dance to get away from her, too?” Z asked.

T nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town aaron t #4town z #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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dany36 · 23 days

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the deed is done! after 84 hours, finally got through the true ending in dragon's dogma 2. as a new dragon's dogma fan, i gotta say...what an amazing game, loved almost every minute of it, and despite its many flaws, it's in my top favorite games for sure now that i saw the ending mostly did not disappoint and had some time now to think about it. there's been a few other open world games where i've spent 60+ hours playing them only for me to realize that wow, i did not have a good time at all with this and don't ever want to touch them again, but dd2 is definitely not of them. i honestly can't remember the last game i played that just had such a fucking grip on me, maybe horizon zero dawn which is like in my ultimate games ever: if i wasn't playing dd2, i was thinking of what i was going to do once the weekend came around and i'd be able to play it again. in fact, i was thinking of going back to granblue fantasy relink after this but i think i'm just gonna have to do ng+ to get some of the quests i missed + increase my pawn affinity (yes i know i'm a bad arisen lol).

i think i saw someone else say that it's hard to explain why they love this game because my god it has its flaws, but i'm gonna try to explain in my usual long-ass junk thoughts below, with endgame spoilers:

ok first of all, the gameplay and the vocations. holy shit. not gonna lie, i was at first a bit intimidated by this game because it seemed elden ring-ish and that game never really got my attention because of people saying how hard it is etc so i just never bothered to play it. it took a bit for me to get the hang of dd2's gameplay because i mostly just stick to jrpgs like tales, xenoblade or games like horizon, tomb raider which...aren't really hard games at all? so personally this was a pretty big switch for me. even if at first i was getting beat up by simple goblins, i was enjoying the hell out of it. i stuck with fighter for like...the first 45ish hours because i like being at the front of the fights and the use of the shield provided me a way to defend myself from attacks since there isn't really a dodge button here so it's what made me feel most comfortable. but man, exploring the other vocations and Seeing Number Go Up to maxing out your discipline in them is probably what kept the gameplay so fresh for me even though i pretty much went through the overworld twice: once normally, then another time when i realized i was close to the "first" ending and i was like oh shit better go back and do everything else that i might have missed.

but yeah, pretty much of the four vocations that i tried (fighter, archer, magick archer, mystic spearhand), the gameplay just felt so fluid and fun even when i was fighting my 10th griffin or my umpteenth goblin swarm. finding different ways to fight off enemies even as i was towards the end of the game is probably what made me not feel so bored with it. like, i remember i had just switched to MS and i ran into a drake, so even though i had defeated one as an archer and another time as a mystick archer, going against this one as a mystic spearhand felt like a new experience since i obviously couldn't do the same type of attacks i had done before! really glad i got out of my comfort zone of just sticking with fighter to explore some of the other vocations.

and speaking of the gameplay, i absolutely loved the pawn system. being able to have your own customizable companion that follows you along your journey and is loyal to you no matter what is just such a great concept, and on top of that, you get to also form bonds with other people's pawns as you're forming your own party! i'd get so sad when i'd have to dismiss a pawn that i had been traveling with for weeks in-game, and even more so that when i tried to rehire them, they completely changed vocations so i couldn't get them to rejoin my party since they were no longer what i'm looking for :( also, i had been wondering how people were getting their pawns to blush with them, which i mean for mine i didn't really mind because my main pawn was male and it seemed like some people wanted their pawns to be romanceable so i was like eh that's fine, that's not what i'm going for. HOWEVER it looks like if your pawn affinity is high enough, you get a slightly different speech from your pawn at the end when they help you kill the dragon! so that's also a really neat detail that the developers added, so i'm for sure gonna go for that since oof, when my main pawn was delivering his speech at the end....it was breaking my heart but i was so happy for him that he had gained some free will of his own, so hell yeah i wanna see what other things he says at the end with a high enough affinity!

the overworld exploration. ok, i don't know what it is about this overworld that made exploring every single corner and (almost) every single cave a joy to explore. having played botw/totk i hated the overworld so much because of how empty and unrewarding it felt, and how repetitive the caves got. i'm not saying that dd2's overworld is perfect, but seeing a golden trove beetle stuck to a tree of a ledge or finding a ferrystone at the end of a cave felt more rewarding than whatever the hell totk tried to do. i will say though that towards the end it was a bit disappointing how the treasure chests with weapons were containing equipment that was weaker than i already had, but i mean, considering i went through the overworld twice, i think that one is on me. i know some people complain how..."narrow" or "restricted" the exploration feels sometimes because at times you're just walking down a path and there's just huge cliffs on either side of you so you don't really get like to see an expansive view of the overworld, but honestly that never really crossed my mind. i actually didn't discover the elves' home until towards the game, even as i was making my way to it, i was just looking around taking in my surroundings because of how new and fresh it felt to me.

sidequests!!! ok this is another thing i've heard people complain about and how "shallow" they seem and i'm like....excuse me? did we play the same sidequests??? sidequests are like one of the things i love the most about any game (huge xenoblade x fan where the sidequests make the most content of the game), so having come from playing big games like granblue fantasy relink, botw/totk, xenoblade 2&3 where the sidequests are just soooo fucking boring, they make no attempt at getting me to care about the NPCs involved, have no interesting sidestories, or are just boring fetch quests, dd2's sidequests were a breath of fresh air.

like, are the people complaining about the sidequests just not care about daphne being abandoned as a child and now living in the slums but she actually has a twin rich brother (oh and seeing the maid that brought this all up now in the slums because she was fired for it?? oof!!), that one nun that was poisoning her patients at the giving hand under the guise of helping them, saving dorieann and then helping her save the sacred arbor (i'm sad i left this sidequest for last!), ulrika being fucking chased out of her village and being unjustly blamed for the dragon attacks (this part pissed me off soooo much and i was so happy to go back and kick all of their asses!!!), pawns being sold off to battahl via some weird human trafficking oxcart, helping hugo lead a more honest life after being imprisoned for having been part of that one desert gang, OH that one girl that wanted to learn magic and then loses control and almost kills her fucking grandma?? WILHELMINA'S SIDEQUEST??? (honestly one of my favorite sidequests in a game ever tbh, that end reveal was just too damn good) I mean i can go on and on!! SURE not all sidequests are winners and some are more shallow than others, but i'll be damned if the majority of these sidequests didn't have me invested in the NPCs and i'd be devastated if i were to mess them up somehow. so yeah, i mean i can maybe see them complaining that some characters' sidequests should have been more developed, but i think that takes me to my next point...

the story. i gotta say, the first part of the game's story just had me hooked and i couldn't wait to see what was going to happen. the whole thing with disa's plot and the false arisen and you trying to uncover the truth with captain brant's help so you could take your rightful place as the sovran, like...i was invested! but then like many people rightfully complain, once the coronation happens and you get to battahl, all of this kind of....falls off?? like it doesn't really matter anymore idk? i was so shocked when i opened that one door that phaseus goes through and the pathfinder was like "oh yeah go here and that's where you'll find your journey's end" i was like no way! over so soon? i mean, again, as an xcx fan, i'm fine with like, stories being interesting enough that keep you engaged but are not fully fleshed out, the gameplay and the sidequests in dd2 were enough to keep me playing. but like, it's kind of weird that nadinia takes like, a third of the game's coverart and i felt like we barely got to know her or that she was relevant enough for the story?? there were like what, two sidequests she was involved? the one where you find out who is trying to kill her, and then when you are guiding her in vernworth. i just loved her design and i was looking forward to seeing how else she would fit in all of this. same with ulrika, after you finish her sidequest, for someone i thought was going to be more important to the story, she really does disappear after you make her the chief of harve village. hell, apparently her whole quest is missable if you don't go back to melve to help out with the dragon fight! so i mean, yeah there's a lot of characters and story plots that i feel could have been more fleshed out, and the whole world lore didn't really click in for me until i got to....

the ending and the postgame world. man, that really made sense on how or why the pathfinder was able to change ambrosia's mind about handing over the godsbane sword so quickly. i was so confused by that and it honestly annoyed me cus i was like, what the hell, are the developers that lazy?? but no!! turns out we were just all characters in the pathfinder's little fan fiction world where everyone had a specific role and path to play in his little game!!!! fuck!!!! rothais my guy!!! this honestly just blew me away, no wonder all his victories and accomplishments felt empty after finding this out!! it was all a game to the pathfinder! defeating the dragon and becoming the sovran would have been a meaningless victory! i fucking LOVED how the pathfinder takes you back to your battle with the dragon to make you realize hey, you're stuck in a loop unless you do something different, which the dragon alludes to when you take too long to figure it out and he says "you're too late...!" and the fight begins again. damn, i just, love it when games do shit like this. i have to admit i had to look up what i had to do after fighting the dragon twice. i knew i had to do something while flying with the dragon because of the heartbeat, but i had completely forgotten i had the godsbane still with me (and thought it was weird how it only highlighted the item menu!).

and like the whole feeling of being in the postgame world just took me back to my majora's mask days, and i fucking loved it. the world is ending and you have to evacuate everyone from the major towns you've visited, and apparently you only have a limited time to get it done because the fog will slowly consume the towns if you rest for too long. and talking to some of the people trying to get them to evacuate as they're still going about their daily lives and they're like, no, i refuse to, let the world end i don't care!! so majora's mask, amazing. really liked the one where henrique didn't want to evacuate until you saved the enslaved pawns as well....ugh so good! apparently once you defeat the last dragon from the beams, the fog will no longer advance and you can explore the unmoored world freely, but honestly, since i had already gone through the overworld twice, i had no intention of grinding my equipment and trying to get "the best gear" because honestly, some of that endgame gear is kind of ugly lol.

really enjoyed the new dragon boss fights at the end though because being at lv 60 even without all of my gear leveled up or dragonforged, the giant bosses or the drakes weren't really as threatening as before and these new ones gave me something more challenging and interesting again! and don't get me started on how badass it was to see my pawn overtake the talos and kill a dragon for me...that moment really had me with my mouth agape and just made me go "wow, this game is amazing" for the nth time. i think in ng+ once i get to the unmoored world, now that i know that the timer kind of stops with the last dragon defeated, i'll explore a bit more and see how much tougher the new enemy varieties are. :)

one thing i didn't like though and i think it goes back to my story complaints from before is that like, ok you have to evacuate all of the leaders you've interacted with. i immediately warped to harve after talking with rothais because i was like ok ulrika my girl, let's get you and your people the hell out of here, do you not see the sky!! but....no...? she's supposedly one of the major romanceable characters but there's no quest to evacuate her and her people so...i guess just forget about the harve village? hello? she IS technically a leader so i don't know why this just wasn't a choice. oh wait, i guess because her whole sidequest is missable so they didn't want to make the true ending missable in case you couldn't evacuate harve...? ahhh who knows. but this really annoyed me lol.

also, not sure why everyone is saying or concluding that both the arisen and your pawn are dead as part of the true ending. i mean, ok, whatever, i'm used to bittersweet endings and i don't know enough about the dragon's dogma games lore to know more, but honestly i'm choosing to believe that my character and her pawn got washed up in a remote island but will come back and hence why your highest affinity character is looking off at the ocean :) or am i thinking about xcx again... either way, that ending cutscene of the old man sailing out seemed like dlc teaser or something so we'll see what comes out!

alright this is getting kinda long so just gonna finish it off with a couple of other things i didn't like about the game:

the music?? i mean, coming from gbf relink which has such a banger soundtrack, not sure there is much to say from the music department in dd2. the main theme though? fucking amazing. i get so pumped up when it plays when you choose the game in the ps5 main screen or in the proper title screen, and i even got a little teary eyed at the ending theme. but honestly, nothing much else to be impressed here. i might change my mind once i give the ost a proper listen but yeah, just some initial thoughts.

enemy variety. took me a while to notice but, for such a big overworld and where the world is just so dense with enemies, the enemy variety in this game is.....not so great. i think i saw someone say that there are like 26 enemies in total? with goblins, wolves, harpies, saurians, and bandits being the most common that you'll encounter during your travels. it really is annoying when you're trying to get from one place to another and you just keep getting ganged up by mobs that really will just not let up on you even if you run away from them. and apparently there weren't really any new enemies coming from dd1/da so...it's really baffling

the fast travel. with how much back and forth some of these quests require you do, people's complaints about the fast travel options in this game are valid. i wish they would give you an eternal ferrystone as part of the ng+ cus yeah, oxcarts aren't foolproof from being destroyed by enemies that attack you on your way to your destination, and honestly i'm glad i saved my ferrystones for the postgame world because i just was NOT going to be walking about everywhere in the unmoored world or w/e. i really do wonder how much time from my 84 hours was just spent walking to and from destinations. i read this comment elsewhere but this game really doesn't respect your time as a player so i'm glad i got to play a big part of it during my week off work.

romanceable companions. look, as a lesbian i can't complain that the two major romanceable companions are both women, but i do feel bad for people who wanted to romance captain brant or literally any other male NPC and have more fleshed out romance scenes like we got for ulrika and wilhelmina. even so, i mean, it really does suck that the game makes this choice not matter in the end? i got both ulrika's and wilhelmina's romance scenes and after wilhelmina disappears i was going for ulrika, but in the end neither of them ended up being my highest affinity character and instead i have gywndlr of all people looking out to the ocean in the ending cutscene. and that's really it i mean, your highest affinity character has no bearing whatsoever in the story except if they're there clutched by the dragon's hand and the ocean scene. i mean, not to talk about an early 2000s game, but tales of symphonia did such an amazing job with its affinity system that i still have not played another game that takes your choice for your highest affinity character matter so much in the main story plot. (haven't played bg3 so please don't come after me--although if you made it this far then thank you i guess???) so, while yes the ulrika/wilhelmina scenes are cool, the concept of romanceable/high affinity characters just felt underwhelming when compared to a 20 year old game.

whew!!! ok i didn't except this to be so long but considering how, yes despite all of the flaws regarding the enemies and the fast traveling and the overworld and the affinity system and the story and underused plot points and seemingly rushed content....i still fucking love this game and can't wait to do a ng+ run of it and just catch all of the references that i missed (at the very beginning the dragon already spells it out that you need to like kill your soul and body to break the curse and reveal the true world....love it!!!). i don't know if i'll ever play dd1/da considering i've heard people say that the gameplay is a bit rougher and the pawns not as....great?? idk but for now i can't wait to do some fanart of this game and will look forward to any updates/dlc that capcom releases for it. <3

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