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harry styles social media au!

harry styles x fem!horan!reader

summary: fans have speculated for years that harry has some kind of secret relationship with niall horan's little sister that he hasn't disclosed to the public. little do they know...

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: i couldn't want you anymore :)

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hellolovers: HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

↳ slayrry: STOP WHY IS ANNE HERE TOO

harrystyles

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harrystyles: Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor. 🤍

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yourinstagram: nice kitchen x

↳ harrystyles: it's not mine ;)

harriesberries: THERES NO WAY

↳ harryscherries: THE MATCHING LYRICS?? HELLO??

↳ hellolovers: surely it's @yourinstagrams kitchen

↳ harriesberries: it HAS to be

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yourinstagram: shit quality, perfect right angle.

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harrystyles: I thought you had a better view than this? Why is it so zoomed in?

↳ yourinstagram: one of your doting fans sent me this and i zoomed it in even further :)

stylan: im sorry why is she so funny

↳ harriesberries: have we decided that their couple name is stylan??

↳ stylan: absolutely.

niallhoran: Did you measure the angle with a protractor?

↳ yourinstagram: of course i did

harriesberries

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harriesberries: harry leaving rumoured girlfriend @/yourinstagram's (supposed) LA apartment building yesterday!

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harryupdates: stop i love them sm

slayrry: guys i get that we want them to be together and stuff but maybe we shouldnt repost pap pics? we should probs just leave their relationship be and let them go about telling people.

↳ hslotupdates: i agree

harrystyles

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harrystyles: Love on Tour. Hamburg, Germany.

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yourinstagram: best. show. ever.

↳ harrystyles: I'm glad you were there :)

harriesberries: SURELY NOT

↳ harrysharries: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

annetwist: Loved every minute of the show Harry! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram: so glad you flew out with me anne 🫶🫶

↳ harriesberries: HUH

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yourinstagram: in my lover era xx

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harrystyles: Love you

↳ yourinstagram: hi lover 🩷

gemmastyles: cuties

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ynhorannnn: i love them so much it hurts.

↳ harriesberries: real.

harrystyles

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harrystyles: I hear the cool kids call this a soft launch.

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yourinstagram: imagine getting princess treatment like that. that is one lucky girl!

↳ harrystyles: She really is. Good thing I literally live to give her the princess treatment she deserves.

niallhoran: You'll be getting the "what are your intentions" talk this Christmas, Mr Styles.

↳ yourinstagram: niall stop embarrassing me 😭

↳ nialhoran: it's my job kid.

↳ hellolovers: best. sibling. duo. ever.

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yourinstagram: pls go buy some pleasing merch so harry can buy me a big fat engagement ring (im kidding i promise. you should buy pleasing stuff cause it's actually really cute (like my boyfriend))

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harrystyles: Maybe I've already bought that "big fat engagement ring"

↳ yourinstagram: WHAT THE FUCK STOP IT NOW

↳ harriesberries: STOP SHUT THE FUCK UP WHAT THE ANBIFDDJERIGFBHEWNFOSHFVGUDRBNGL

↳ stylan: REAL WHAT THE HELL OH MY

ynfan2004: yn says buy pleasing so im gonna go buy some pleasing

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harrystyles

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harrystyles: Back at it ;)

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yourinstagram: woahhhh who's this cutie patootie infront of me

↳ harrystyles: You sure you aren't looking in a mirror?

↳ yourinstagram: stop making me blush mr styles

↳ harrystyles: No can do Mrs (soon-to-be) Styles

↳ yourinstagram: you're sounding awfully confident there sweetheart

↳ harriesberries: it feels like im reading their texts

BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5

Prompt: Single Parent

Two years ago, Beca Mitchell was twenty-five years old and had the world at her feet. She was an award-winning singer/songwriter/ producer. And up until about eighteen months ago, she couldn't think of anything that she would change. Shortly after that, she decided she wanted to make her dream of being a mom a reality.

Beca had come out as bi to her parents when she was just fourteen; even though she had a stronger preference for girls, she never came out as totally gay.

Beca wasn't into guys enough to want to have sex with one just to get pregnant, nor was she going to have sex with a stranger just to get pregnant. So, since most guys were out, Beca did the next best thing and went the IVF route. She was lucky and fell pregnant on the first try.

Now, six months after giving birth, she decided it was time to get into the studio. The studio was only a four-block walk, so she strapped Dylan in his fold-up stroller and made her way to work.

Once they arrived at the building that housed the studio, Beca decided to remove Dylan from the stroller so she wouldn't have to worry about others on the elevator bumping into the stroller or Dylan. She was struggling to fold the stroller with one hand and stood back from the doors to allow others to enter and exit without them bumping into her or her bumping into them.

"Jesus Christ," Beca mumbled. "How fucking hard can this be?"

She grimaced when she looked down at the chubby face of 6-month-old Dylan.

"Sorry, dude," Beca muttered. "I shouldn't be saying that kind of word around you. It's just this dam-darned stroller doesn't want to cooperate."

Dylan cooed and giggled as Beca continued to struggle with closing the stroller with one hand.

"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" Beca said, smiling. "It's a good thing you're that cute."

"Do you need a hand?" a voice suddenly asked.

"Oh, um, thank you," Beca said, looking into the kind eyes of a male stranger.

"These things are tricky," the man said, taking the stroller. "My wife and I both had trouble with closing one of these without the other's help. We have three kids now, and we've mastered doing some things on our own. Closing a supposedly easy folding stroller is one of them."

"They sure don't make things easy for someone on their own with a 6-month-old," Beca said, chuckling.

"They sure don't," the man said.

The man pushed the stroller by the handles, closing it. "Ah, there we go," he said, holding it toward Beca.

Beca shifted Dylan on her hip and took the stroller. "Thank you," Beca said. "It was very kind of you to help."

"My pleasure," the man said. "You two have a great day."

"You as well," Beca said as the man walked away.

"Now, let's go in and see if your mama can get some work done," Beca said as she sighed and kissed Dylan on the forehead.

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

Beca didn't get much work done with Dylan there. Everyone just had to stop by her office to see Dylan since she had been working from home since he was born.

"Beca!" Emily Junk said as she entered Beca's office. She came to a sudden stop when she saw Dylan in Beca's arms. "I heard Dylan was here and had to come to see him for myself. Oh, my word, he's even more adorable than the last time I saw him. Can I hold him?"

Before Beca could answer, Dylan was reaching for Emily. Beca wasn't the least bit surprised that he went to Emily without any fuss. With her rather surly demeanor, she's not sure how he was becoming such a friendly kid.

"Who's a handsome boy?" Emily cooed, grabbing Dylan's hand and kissing his cheek. "You are, that's who."

Emily then held Dylan up and blew raspberries on his stomach. Dylan laughed and tried to push Emily away.

"Did you come in here for something, Em? Or are you just here to steal my kid?"

"What?" Emily asked, bringing Dylan back down to her hip. "Oh, sorry. I'm working on a song, and I thought you might have some time to help me."

"Um, I'll have to find someone to look after Dylan," Beca said. "He'll be nothing but a distraction if I keep him in here while we're working."

"Why don't you take him to the studio's daycare?" Emily said.

"The studio has a daycare?" Beca asked. "Why is this the first I've heard of it?"

"It just opened up like three months ago," Emily said. "And, it's free to any child of a studio employee."

"Wow," Beca said. "You'd think someone would have mentioned this new development to me since I, you know, have a kid now."

"Oops. I'm sorry," Emily said. "I was afraid if I told you, you'd come back sooner, and you said you wanted six months at home with Dylan before coming back to work in person."

Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," Emily said. "Now come with me, and I'll introduce you to Chloe. She owns and operates the daycare. You'll like her; she's really nice. And she's great with the kids, too."

"Fine," Beca huffed, taking Dylan. "Let's go."

Beca settled Dylan on her hip, then grabbed his diaper bag, hooking it over her shoulder.

Seeing the frown on Beca's face, Emily turned to her, saying, "Stop frowning, Beca. Chloe will take good care of Dylan. You'll have nothing to worry about as long as he's with her."

"I'm sure she's great," Beca said. "It's just, I haven't let anyone I don't know watch Dylan because I don't trust people easily."

"He'll be fine," Emily said. "And I hate to keep repeating myself, but you have nothing to worry about regarding Chloe."

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

Beca stood outside the daycare, staring in through a huge glass window. She could see a couple of kids running around.

"Wait, is that Stacie's little girl, Bella?" Beca asked Emily, pointing out the young toddler.

"Yep," Emily said. "Stacie brings her here because Chloe charges reasonable rates, and it's only two blocks from her yoga studio."

"Hmm," Beca hummed. "I wonder why she didn't tell me about the daycare opening up here."

"She probably figured someone else told you," Emily said. "And, again, I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Maybe we should go in," Beca said. "That redhead is staring at me like I'm some kind of creep."

Emily looked through the window and waved to the redhead. The redhead smiled and waved back at Emily.

"That's Chloe," Emily said, opening the door and holding it for Beca. "Come on."

Beca entered and waited for Emily to step inside next to her.

"Hello, Emily," the redhead said. "Who do we have here?"

"Beca works for the studio and wants to leave Dylan with you while we get some work done," Emily said. "Is that okay?"

"That's perfectly fine," Chloe said, looking at Emily and then moving her gaze to Beca.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Emily said. "Let me introduce you two. Beca, this is Chloe Beale. She owns and runs the daycare. Chloe, this is Beca Mitchell, a Senior Music Producer, and songwriter. She's the one that helped me with my song Flashlight."

"Oh, I remember you telling me about that," Chloe said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Mitchell."

"It's, uh, it's nice to meet you, too," Beca said, looking around. "How exactly does this work?"

Chloe went over and picked up a clipboard from a nearby desk.

"Well," Chloe said. "I'll need you to fill out this form. Please be thorough in your responses; it helps me learn about your child, so there aren't any surprises later."

"Oh, um, okay," Beca said, turning to Emily. "Em, could you hold Dylan while I fill out the forms?"

"I'd love to," Emily said, taking Dylan.

Chloe handed the clipboard and a pen to Beca. "I'll also need the contact information for your husband. Especially if he'll be picking Dylan up or dropping him off."

"Beca doesn't have a husband," Emily said as she tickled Dylan's side. "She's single."

Beca glared at Emily. Emily didn't notice since she was focused on Dylan.

"Oh," Chloe said. "Will you be having someone else picking up Dylan? If so, I'll need their contact info as well."

"Um, I don't know," Beca said. "I suppose I will, I just don't know who it might be. Can I get that info to you later?"

"That's fine," Chloe said. "We are open from six a.m. to six p.m., Monday through Friday. If you think you'll be later than six, just call, and I can make arrangements to stay a little later."

"Doesn't that bother your husband?" Beca asked. "I mean not knowing what time you'll be coming home."

"Chloe's single, too," Emily said. "I've invited her to come to some of our girls' nights, but she's said no every time. You should start going out with us again, Beca. It's not the same without you."

"Kind of hard to do when anyone I'd trust to watch Dylan will be out with you," Beca said.

"Maybe we can plan a night in at your place," Emily suggested. "You've got the biggest place of all of us."

"I'll think about it," Beca said.

"And Chloe could come, too," Emily said. "You'd come, wouldn't you, Chloe?"

"I don't know, Emily," Chloe said. "I don't really know anyone but you."

"You know Stacie," Emily said. "And, now you know Beca. Live a little. Come hang out at Beca's with us."

"I haven't said yes, Em," Beca said.

"You will," Emily said. "If not, you know Stacie will let Fat Amy unleash the Kraken on you."

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

Two weeks later, Beca had agreed to have everyone over for a girl's night in, and Emily had convinced Chloe to accept the invite to attend.

It was the day before the get-together, and Beca was dropping Dylan at daycare. Beca was getting Dylan settled, and Chloe asked to speak with her before she left.

Dylan was settled in the crib. Beca saw that Chloe was sitting at her desk, so Beca walked over to her.

"What's up?" Beca asked.

"I was wondering if I could bring a friend to your place for girl's night?" Chloe asked.

"You want to bring a date?"

"Not a date," Chloe said quickly. "I forgot I had made plans with my best friend Aubrey, and I really want to come to your, uh, to the girl's night thing, so I thought I'd invite her to come with me. If that's okay with you."

"You're adorable," Beca muttered, then blushed and cleared her throat. "Um, sure. I don't see any problem with you bringing your friend."

Chloe squealed and jumped up, grabbing Beca in a hug. "Thank you."

Beca awkwardly patted Chloe on the back before slightly pulling away. She looked at Chloe, and Chloe looked at her. Beca looked down at Chloe's lips, and Beca could swear Chloe looked down at hers.

"Um," Beca said, clearing her throat. "I should get to work."

"Oh, right," Chloe said, stepping away from Beca. "I'll, um, see you later."

Beca walked over to the crib where Dylan was lying and picked him up. She kissed his cheek.

"See you later, little dude."

Dylan cooed and waved his arms as Beca smiled at him. She put him back in the crib and turned to Chloe.

"I'll see you later, too," Beca said before walking out the door.

Once Beca was out of sight, Chloe fanned her face and plopped down in her desk chair.

"Oh, my god, she is so hot," Chloe mumbled.

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

A few hours later, Beca was working in the studio with Emily.

"How was that?" Emily asked from the booth.

Beca didn't respond or look up. Emily sighed and came out of the booth and stood in front of Beca. She put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat, getting Beca's attention.

"What?" Beca asked, lifting her head to look up at Emily.

"What is wrong with you today?" Emily asked. "You seem distracted. Are you okay?"

"I think I like Chloe," Beca blurted out and then covered her mouth. "Forget I just said that."

"Oh, my gosh," Emily squealed. "That's so great. I think she likes you, too."

"I doubt that," Beca scoffed.

"I'm serious, Beca," Emily said. "I've seen the way she looks at you. I think you should ask her out. You two would be so good together."

"How do you know she's not seeing someone?" Beca asked. "Or that she's into women?"

"I don't," Emily said. "But, I'm sure if you asked her out and she is seeing someone or isn't into women, she'd let you down gently. I'm also sure she's interested in you and will say yes."

"But, how can you be so sure she'd say yes?"

"Oh, my God! Do I have to call Stacie and Fat Amy in on this?"

"No! Don't call them or tell them," Beca said, running a hand through her hair. She sighed and added, "I'll ask her."

"Yay!" Emily said, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down.

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

It was almost six, and Chloe was getting Dylan ready for Beca.

"There we go, cutie," Chloe said, smiling as she picked Dylan up. "Your mama should be here any minute."

There was a soft knock on the door, and Emily poked her head in.

"Hey, Chloe," Emily said. "Beca's tied up with something and asked me to pick up Dylan, so you don't have to stay late."

"Oh," Chloe said, trying not to sound too disappointed. "Well, he's all ready to go."

"Thanks," Emily said, noticing Chloe's disappointment. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Chloe said. "Oh, I'm fine. I was hoping I'd see Beca. There was something I wanted to ask her."

Emily smiled. "I have an idea."

Chloe furrowed her brow as Emily started telling Chloe her idea. She was smiling by the time Emily was done.

"I'm in," Chloe said, hugging Emily.

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

Beca finished the track she was working on and saved her work. She looked toward the door when she heard a soft knock.

"Come on in, Em," Beca called out.

"Sorry," Chloe said as she entered Beca's office with Dylan on her hip. "Emily had to leave, so I thought I'd bring Dylan to you and save you the trip downstairs."

Beca smiled as she stood and walked over to Chloe, taking Dylan from her.

"You do know I practically have to walk by the daycare to get out of the building, right?"

"Oh, really?" Chloe said. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight."

"It's okay," Beca said. "I was hoping to see and talk to you before tomorrow."

"I was hoping to talk to you, too," Chloe said.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Beca and Chloe both blurted out.

"I'd love to," came the response from both, causing them to laugh.

"Let me," Beca said, raising her hand to stop Chloe from speaking again. "I know it's short notice, but would you like to go to dinner with Dylan and me tonight?"

Chloe looked at Dylan and asked, "What do you think, Dylan? Should I join you and your mama for dinner?"

Dylan giggled and started waving his arms.

"I'll take that as a yes," Chloe giggled and grinned as she looked at Beca. "It looks like I'll be joining you two for dinner."

~ BeChloe Week 2022 - Day 5 ~

Six months later, just after Dylan's first birthday, Beca and Chloe were still going strong. Their friends were so used to seeing the three of them together that they all thought Chloe had moved in with Beca.

The girls were surprised when, during their next girl's night at Beca's, Chloe broke the news.

"I'm moving in with Beca and Dylan," Chloe told the group.

"I thought you already lived here," Stacie said, furrowing her brows.

"We all thought you had already moved in," Emily said. "We hardly see one of you without the other."

"If I hadn't been to your place so much and seen you," Aubrey said, "I would have thought you already lived here as well."

"Yeah, well, now it's official," Beca said. "And Chloe will be moving in next Saturday. So, you're all invited over for a welcome home party for her."

"A welcome come home party?" Fat Amy asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "It feels more like a home when Chloe's here, so a welcome home party is in order."

"I love you," Chloe said, kissing Beca. "Thank you."

"I love you, too," Beca said, pulling Chloe back for another kiss.

Dylan started babbling in Emily's arms.

"Get used to it, Dyl," Emily said, rocking Dylan back and forth. "I have a feeling your mama and Chloe are going to be doing that a lot around here."

Dylan giggled and put his fist in his mouth.

Summer of ‘84

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,426

Warnings: smut, language, sex in a public place, au!, all characters are 18+, i’m sorry if this is bad lmao

**using my current tag-list so feel free to ignore**

It was June of 1984 when you and your close friends returned to your jobs at the local drive-in theatre the last Summer before you started college.

It was your second year working here, and you were sad that it would be the last. It was an easy job. You'd work nights only five days a week. It was nice being able to make your own money and have fun with your friends while doing it. 

You were working the concession stand tonight with Xavier Plympton. You had been friends with him the longest out of the bunch. He was one of the best co-workers you could ever ask for. Despite his constant complaining about dealing with customers, he was always armed with perfect comebacks when you were stuck dealing with a Karen. Plus, he did work hard, which was a relief. Some of the other teenagers you worked with were only there for the paycheck, clearly. 

You were particularly excited because you were able to see the screen playing Gremlins and Ghostbusters. You rarely got to enjoy the movies. You were either working the ticket booth or continuously walking around, making sure nobody tried to sneak under the rotting wooden gates surrounding the lot. 

It was just after 9:30 when Gremlins started, and you and Xavier had just finished up the line.

"Let's hope the crowd stays away so we can clean up." he sighed, stretching his arms above his head. The ugly yellow shirts you had to wear rode up a little, and you caught yourself staring before a pair of hands covered your eyes.

"Gah!" you said, and you heard the loud laugh of Montana Duke behind you. 

"Sheesh, you're such a scaredy-cat!"

"I was distracted!" you said, your cheeks burning as you started to wipe down the counter, which was covered in popcorn kernels. "Shouldn't you be with Brooke right now?"

Montana slid over the countertops, going to the pop machine where she started filling up two cups. "We're parched, it's just now starting to cool down a bit. Larry is making us patrol for the next forty-five minutes before the others take over."

You nodded, scrubbing a particularly stubborn spot of butter that was probably from the night before. 

Xavier had laughed at what Montana said, and you immediately knew why. They had been caught in quite the compromising position the first night the theatre was opened this season. You were surprised they hadn't been fired, and Brooke had given two shifts away after the fact to avoid being questioned about it. 

"He's a fucking pervert anyway," Montana said, putting lids on both cups. "I gotta go. Be good!" she called sweetly before she bounced out of the rickety building. 

"I wish these fucking fans would work!" Xavier grumbled, fumbling with the switch of the nearest overhead fan. It made a creaking noise, the metal blades moving an inch before it stopped. 

"They're ancient," you laughed, finally getting the spot cleaned. "Candace told me they've been here since this place opened."

"These are like forty years old then, how fucking convenient," he grumbled, before giving up. "You'd think they could afford to replace them."

"Watch your language," you scolded. "We don't need another complaint."

Xavier smirked at you, starting to restock the popcorn buckets. "y/n, you should really stop being so uptight, babe." he teased you.

"I am not uptight!" you gasped, your mouth falling open as you dropped the rag into the sanitizer bucket. 

"Exactly what someone uptight would say!" he retorted, laughing at you, his hands methodically stacking the buckets handful by handful. 

"You won't think it's amusing when you're fired, you ass!" you said, causing Xavier to throw his head back and laugh rambunctiously. 

"That's the least of my worries, babe," he grinned at you, and you felt your heart swell. "What would you do without me?" he said.

"I'd probably actually get some work done..." you mumbled, starting to refill the popcorn machine with fresh kernels. "But I'd have to deal with the bitchy Karens all on my own."

"Watch your language!" Xavier mocked you, balling up the plastic and tossing it in the nearest trash-can. "Hey y/n- oh, someone is coming."

You told Xavier you would take care of the customer as he started restocking the cups, watching as you showed the young boy all of the ice creams you had. He was cute, probably no older than eleven with thick-framed glasses and a toothy smile. 

"Thank you, Miss," he said, before hurrying out.

"I think he liked you," Xavier said as you closed the register. "That's cute."

You rolled your eyes, seeing Larry sitting in the projection room, already asleep. "Shut up, he's young."

The next half-an-hour you only helped two other customers. Many people came to use the bathrooms, but other than that, you were alone with Xavier. You had cleaned up everything there was to clean, and you decided to dig out the book you brought to pass the time. 

Xavier watched the screen through the large window next to the entrance, the portable stereo tuned into the theatre's station. He was very amused by Gizmo, even gushing at the little creature.

"That's cute," you mumbled to yourself, chewing on your lip to keep from giggling.

"I heard that," he said crossly, his eyes on you now.

"I didn't say anything," you shrugged, bookmarking your page. "I'm hungry, I want a pretzel."

"Lucky for you, I popped one in for you," Xavier said, gesturing towards the pretzel heater right next to him. "It should be done now."

"Thank you, Xavier!" you said happily, coming over and taking it out. Xavier watched you, and he reached next to him for a bucket of popcorn he had gotten for himself. He put a handful in his mouth as you started pouring nacho cheese into a plastic container. 

"Hey, y/n?" he asked again, looking at you.

"Yes?" you asked, watching the hot cheese, feeling your stomach growl with hunger.

"Do you remember my friend Chet? He graduated last year?"

You nodded, moving to sit next to him on the counter. "The cute dark-haired kid who is really athletic?" 

"That's him," Xavier said, stuffing more popcorn into his mouth. "I ran into him the other day, and I told him I was working here again. He said he worked here for a season before we met."

You encouraged him to keep going, wondering where this was going. You knew Chet Clancy, mainly because he was a popular jock who dated multiple girls throughout the years. You have only spoken a few words with him in your entire life, but he was sweet enough. 

"Uhm..." he said, looking a little nervous now. You thought it was odd, he rarely became this way around you. "He asked about you."

You perked up, tearing your pretzel in half as you watched him see if he were joking. He wasn't, looking you dead in the eyes, and you could see he was honest.

"He asked about me?" you asked, shocked.

"Yeah, he kind of... Hinted, that he was interested in you."

You found yourself smiling. "Really? I never really talked to him..."

Xavier nodded, "I know. I was a little shocked myself."

You ate some of your food, now thinking about dating Chet Clancy. You never would have imagined it, and not even because you rarely knew him. He just seemed so out of reach. You weren't the "normal" crowd he hung out with.

"Wow... That's insane," you said simply.

"Yeah... But I kind of choked up and said we were dating."

You spit out your tiny bite of food, covering your mouth as Xavier looked at you with wide eyes. "WE'RE NOT DATING!"

"Shh!" Xavier said, almost dropping his popcorn in an attempt to cover your mouth. "I know, y/n, I don't even know what happened," he growled, tossing the bucket aside. "I panicked."

"Why would you panic?" you asked, wrinkling your nose as you picked up your un-chewed food with a napkin and tossed it in the bin. "We're friends."

"I got... Jealous," he replied lamely.

You glanced up at him, and he was looking at his lap, his face wrinkled in embarrassment. You were thrown for a loop. As long as you had known each other, not once did there seem to be any romantic inclination. Of course, you've crushed on him a bit, I mean, who wouldn't? He was funny, charismatic, gorgeous, and saw something in you that he wanted to be your friend.

"Why?" was all you managed, your voice hushed and confused.

"It made me realize that I like you. And we're not little kids anymore. If I didn't tell you how I felt, then I might lose the opportunity to tell you." he said, before laughing dryly, "I guess it took another guy being interested in you for me to wise up and stop being an idiot."

You started to grin at him, and Xavier looked relieved. "Does this mean you're not mad?" 

"I'm not mad," you assured him, putting your food to the side. "I'm just surprised. I never would have thought..."

"Babe, I'm clearly head over heels for you, I tease you relentlessly because I like to make you laugh. And I like when you get snappy with me." he grinned at you, his eyes sparkling as you heard a group of teenagers pile into the bathroom, giggling. 

You scooted closer to Xavier, and you could smell his body wash. "I just thought it meant you liked to pick on me." 

He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "I do, with love."

After that, you had spent the rest of Gremlins talking, sitting close to each other, and giggling madly. You had to go back to work once intermission started, and you felt your heart-beating wildly every time you heard Xavier's voice. You listened as girls giggled and whispered about him, cashing them out with a broad smile. At one point, you heard him go, "Sorry, ladies, I'm taken."

When the last movie started, you turned off all the machines, cleaning everything down quickly. The one thing you liked about this theatre is that intermission was the final call. You'd have time to clean up and be on your way home before the second movie was even half-way through.

You had set aside some food for the others while you finished up. Brooke Thompson and Montana came in, taking some leftovers and asking if you wanted to watch Ghostbusters. 

"We'll be out in a bit," Xavier said, gesturing to the broom he was holding. "Whoever worked in here last time did a shit job."

"Cool, we'll be in my car!" Montana said, before scurrying out with Brooke, their arms full of popcorn, soda, and nachos.

"I'm so ready to skip this joint!" Xavier said after he finished swimming, and you switched off the first set of lights. 

"Me too. Are there any nachos left?" you asked, locking up the safe.

"Just enough for the both of us," he replied. You stood up, walking over to him, and you ended up tripping over your shoes, colliding with his chest.

"Oh shit, you alright?" he asked, grabbing you tightly.

"I'm fine!" you laughed, looking up at his figure towering over you. "I think I tripped over the crack in the floor..."

Xavier stared down at you, and you felt his hand come up and brush against your cheek. You felt your skin tingle underneath his touch. "We're gonna get caught."

"I don't care," Xavier whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You held your breath as you melted into his touch. You've been in a few relationships before in your time, but nothing ever compared to what you were currently feeling. Xavier held your head in his hands, your kiss becoming more heated until you felt him pulling you towards the back, where the storage was kept.

"We're gonna get-."

Xavier cupped a hand over your mouth, pulling you into the closet before shutting the door. There was a single light hanging above you that he flicked on, and you could barely see the movie screen from the rectangular window sitting high above your heads.

"Trust me, Babe. If you're quiet, we'll be fine."

You nodded, holding onto him as Xavier pushed an empty box onto the floor, lifting you up and setting you on top of a sturdy table. There wasn't a whole lot of room. He reached over to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" You asked, kicking off your shoes. You were wearing denim shorts, and the air around you was much colder than you expected. You got goosebumps as Xavier played with the button of your shorts.

"Could I take these off?" He asked.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as he slowly unbuttoned them, the only sound being your shared breathing and the zipper being lowered down.

"Have you done this before, y/n?" He asked, his hands gripping the waistband of your shorts.

"I've done a few things..." you said, your cheeks becoming hot.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said, before starting to tug your undergarments off. You lifted your hips, and he quickly let them drop to the floor. Outside you could hear the audience collectively laughing at something.

Xavier shed out of his shirt, throwing it on the nearest shelf. He wasn't overly muscular but was nicely toned. You've seen him shirtless many times over the years, but this time was different. He was beautiful.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He asked arrogantly, flashing you a smile as you instinctively crossed your legs. "Ah, spread them for me, babe." He kindly scolded.

"Of course, I am!" You respond, "You're hot, and you know it, babe."

"Cute," he winked at you, before looping his arms underneath your legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you closer, spreading your legs out for him. You could feel how wet you were against the crisp air, and you wanted to die from embarrassment at how easily you became aroused.

"Remember to stay quiet." He said, grinning at you mischievously. "You don't want to get caught."

You squeezed your eyes shut at his arrogance. "Fuck you."

The words had barely left your mouth when you felt his tongue lick a quick swipe along your thigh. You shuddered at the feeling; your stomach trembling as Xavier purposely teased you. You weren't lying when you said you have a little experience. But, you never received oral before. You gave it once, and that was it.

You let out a quiet gasp as he finally licked along your folds, your hands itching to grab onto his hair already. You refrained, lifting them above your head to keep from messing anything up.

Xavier was skilled as he ran his tongue gingerly along your folds, before pushing his tongue inside. The feeling caused hundreds of butterflies to fly over your stomach. Your thighs clenched as he adjusted his hold on you, kneeling down to push his head deeper between your legs.

"Oh, fuck!" You said a little too loudly before you felt his hand covering your mouth. You mewled and sighed against him as Xavier slowly ate you out. You always heard from Montana that it was one of the best feelings in the world, but you never imagined it being quite like this.

Nor did you ever expect to be here with Xavier, but life was crazy.

You grabbed onto Xavier's arm as he started sucking on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he teased your entrance with a single finger, barely testing the waters.

You were lost in the feeling when suddenly the door handle rattled. You jumped out of your skin, nearly trapping Xavier between your thighs when you heard the security guards' high-pitched voice. "Fuck! Larry must have locked it before he left."

Xavier freed himself, prepared to cover you with his body when the voice of Mason, a co-worker say, "It's fine, we'll just have to look in there tomorrow. I can't find the key anywhere."

You heard their footsteps fade away, and you and Xavier both glanced at each other, before giggling madly.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered in your ear.

"It's not your fault?" You said, running your hand along his face now.

"I'm gonna go back down here now," he said, kissing your hand before slinking down your body again. You let him go, now covering your own mouth as he grabbed your legs, his mouth instantly closing over your clit.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his fingers once again teasing your entrance. "I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth."

Xavier continued until you were shaking so severely that he had to hold you down by the hips, almost forcing you to keep your legs open. Xavier pumped a finger inside of you, his thumb meeting your clit while his tongue teased it simultaneously.

You came in minutes, sighing loudly against your hand as Xavier cleaned you up, before placing kisses along your thighs. You breathed heavily as you sat up, quickly taking off your shirt, revealing your bra.

"Fuck, y/n," he said, allowing you to unbutton his pants, your hands fumbling to get them off as soon as possible. "You're hot."

"And horny, so please take off your pants." You begged, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. When you were completely naked, you stared at Xavier's dick, wondering how in the hell it was supposed to fit.

"Don't look so scared, babe," Xavier said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Have you?..."

You shook your head, "I never got this far."

Xavier nuzzled your neck, and you wrapped your legs around him as he kissed along your skin, trailing along your collarbone before placing kisses on your jawline.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, suddenly having an epiphany on the importance of safe sex.

"There's a box behind the pack of lightbulbs," he said, and you pulled back to look at him. "Chet told me about them, I swear."

Xavier wasted no time grabbing a condom from said hiding place, and you watched as he slid it on with ease. You wrapped a leg around his hips again, and he hugged you while he pressed kisses to your face.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you, baby girl," he whispered, and you nodded, holding him tightly.

You focused on the sound of more laughter from the audience, keeping your breathing under control as Xavier slowly pushed inside of you. He felt you tense up, holding you tightly and not moving until you encouraged him to do so.

After a few moments, you told him to move, figuring it would worsen before it got better. Xavier nodded, still holding you tight as he rocked his hips into yours, both of you panting as you grew more comfortable having his dick inside of you.

When you felt a lot better, you laid flat against the table, keeping a leg wrapped around him while he increased his pace. Xavier's face was screwed up as the pleasure coursed throughout your body. His large hand reached forward, grabbing at your breasts while you attempted to keep your moans at bay.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you said, trying to keep your leg from slipping off his hip.

"You're so fucking hot, babe," he said, leaning over you until you were almost nose to nose. "I want you to come for me, y/n,"

You shook your head, not wanting this to stop.

Xavier hid his laugh, increasing his face slightly. "You're going to fucking come for me, y/n."

"Make. Me." You said through clenched teeth.

Xavier laughed now, adjusting your free leg enough to easily slip his hand over your clit. He rubbed you out with his thumb, focusing on you, wanting you to come before he did.

"That's it," Xavier cooed as you finally clinched around him, crying out behind your hand as he slowed down, watching as you coated his length. "Fuck..."

You dug your heel into his skin as Xavier came, his hips stilling as he kneeled over you, kissing you deeply. You were breathless as he kissed you fiercely, hardly allowing you a break until he climbed off you.

You sat up, feeling light. "That was amazing."

Xavier grinned at you, pulling on his boxers after taking off the condom. "It's all you babe, not me."

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I'm a big sucker for our Doc Roe.... if you want to HC/drabble me something cute and fluffy for him I would be forever indebted to you! :) LOVE YOUR WORK!!

well that makes the two of us- i fucking adore doc roe and i need believe he needs more content made about him. but holy shit- thank you so much, im so glad that you love my work! 💞💕😩

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Words: 1.5k (uuhh might be a little bit more than a few hundred words??)

Warnings: None, surprisingly- i mean it is just fluff with our cajun bby so-

this was one of the ideas i came up with and i even chatted with @floydtab about the idea. so now, i think this is a great opportunity for me to write about it!

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Familiar (Eugene Roe x Reader)

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You didn’t know what made this medic so familiar. You just couldn’t place your finger on it. You felt like you’ve seen him before. You just… Didn’t know where. Was it his face, his dark hair, his lidded eyes, red nose, or his tendencies to be distant and quiet? 

You still didn’t know, but you definitely knew that all of him enraptured you.  Just looking at him gave you a sense of nostalgia and memories of a certain boy popped up in your mind.

You could practically remember Eugene Roe from Bayou Chene like yesterday. He was your best friend and you two were practically attached to the hip. 

Eugene was a shy kid that mostly kept to himself, but he seemed to loosen up around you. He was sweet in his own way, and he was literally a gem you were glad to have found.

You met him when you were six and he was 8. He caught your eye with his shy yet steady demeanor and you approached him with a bright grin on your face. You enjoyed spending time with him, and he enjoyed spending time with you. 

You were glad to have been his friend, for you two shared many moments together. A fond smile was brought on your face as you specifically remembered one particular memory you had of him.

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You were seated at the edge of the cement sidewalk, while Eugene was crouched in front of you with a worried look in his eyes. You sniffled lightly and the tears in your eyes have long dried after Eugene showed up.

“Did you really hurt yourself again, (Y/N)?”

“I didn’t mean to- You know that, Genie.”

“I feel like you’re doing this on purpose so I can give more ice cream.”

“It was an accident, I swear!”

Eugene pulled out a bandaid from his pocket and he gingerly laid it upon your wound. You winced a bit but Eugene was there to hold your hand. You gave him a grateful smile and the dark-haired boy gave a small grin in return. 

It was sweet of him, really. No matter how many times you’ve hurt or injured yourself, Eugene will always still treat you the best he can. 

Gene always made sure to carry extra bandages around and after you were patched up, you and Gene would try to find the nearest ice cream truck so you two could delight yourselves with the cold desert.

The two of you were seated along the side of the road, ice cream cones in hand. The tune of the ice cream truck faded away as it drove off and the two of you were left alone to sit peacefully on the curb. 

Your (E/C) eyes glanced where ever, and your little misfortune was long forgotten as you and Gene ate. As you finished your ice cream you stared contemplatively at your friend for a few seconds with your chin rested on your palm. 

You looked at him curiously as you pursed your lips in thought. Gene turned from his ice cream and he gave you a questioning look and the corners of your mouth turned upward.

“You know, Genie, with the way you’re treating me, I think you’d make a good doctor when you grow up.”

Gene scoffed lightly as he rolled his eyes in a comic manner. He turned away from you to look forward and slightly shook his head, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. You move your body to face Eugene and you give him another inquiring look which makes him to cast a small smile. 

“Why, what is it, Roe?”

“I just find it funny that you think I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up. I think I’d rather be anything else.”

“No I’m serious, Genie. If you ever do become a doctor, I know that you’ll be the best one in town. Perhaps in the whole entire country if you try hard enough.”

He smirked lightly and the two of you averted your eyes from each other. You two got lost in your thoughts and the smile on your faces were replaced by a more serene expression. 

The breeze carried the conversation away, the ice cream devoured and long gone.  Both of you sat in silence, apparently too focused on your surroundings to feel that your fingers were intertwined with his.

And also apparently too focused to notice the spark that you two most definitely shared.

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As you look back on your memories of the Cajun boy, you hear faint footsteps approaching your direction and you slowly turn your gaze to whoever was coming your way. Your (E/C) eyes widened for a split second as they landed on the medic who coincidentally looked like and reminded you of Eugene. 

“Hey, are you alright? You’ve been standing there for a while now.”

There it was- His voice. It brought you out of your temporary stupor and it sounded exactly like the boy you were currently thinking of. The medic’s was deeper of course, but the accent and the undertones of care in his voice were the same as your childhood friend’s. 

You didn’t personally know who this medic was, but you could already feel some sort of connection to him. 

You stood up quickly and you brushed any lingering dust or dirt on your trousers and soon your full attention was on the medic. He seemed to be scrutinizing you and his eyes were focused on your being. You were confused, of course, but you decided to continue and answer his question.

“Oh- yeah, I’m sorry. I was just about to go back anyways-”

“(Y/N)?”

“Well, that’s my name, how did you kn-”

You stopped speaking as your mind seemed to piece everything together, and it all just hit you like a bolt of lightning. Recognition lit up in your eyes and a soft gasp left your lips.

It’s… It’s Eugene. No wonder why you felt like you knew him- It all made sense now. But how were you so clueless to not even recognize your childhood friend? 

Your mouth hung open as you stared at Eugene in complete shock. Before you knew it you threw yourself forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Warmth and joy surrounded you and you pulled Eugene closer.

You never realized how actually long it has been since you two had last seen each other. It felt so distant and the faded memories weren’t enough. But Eugene is right in front of you now, and you couldn’t help but to sink yourself deeper into his touch.

“I thought I’d never see you again, (Y/N)...”

Eugene’s deep and soft voice and accent rang out in the air, and the atmosphere soon became nothing but phlegmatic. His soft grip left goosebumps through your uniform and the blinding smile on your face somehow shone even brighter.

“You thought you could get rid of me that easily?”

You spoke teasingly into his uniform and you could feel Eugene’s arms wrapping around you as well. His hold never wavered, and the feeling of comfort you got from his touch never changed either.

 You could feel your eyes watering up from pure and utter joy and you let out a few soft sniffles. You pulled your face to look at Eugene with glossy eyes and he gave you a tender grin.

In no time, you both sat on the rummage of the destroyed buildings as you both conversed about the war and old memories you both kept safe in the back of your heads. The fact that Eugene still retained the personality he had from nine years astounded and relieved you. 

Smiles and a few light chuckles were shared between you two. It almost also seemed like you two were never separated in the first place. Time flew fast and it had already been a couple of hours since you and Eugene sat down to catch up with each other.

“Remember what you said, Genie?”

“Hm? What was it, (Y/N)?”

“I remember you saying that you’d never become a doctor, Gene. I mean, you’re not exactly a doctor, but a combat medic is pretty damn close, huh?”

“Well, to be fair, I never said anything about me not becoming a combat medic.”

Eugene pulled out a light smirk and he breathed a sigh. His dark eyes focused on your face and his heart started to beat rapidly. Like some sort of magnetic force, you and Eugene slowly start to inch closer, until both of your shoulders were touching.

Eugene’s calloused hand gingerly went out to hold yours as you both looked at the sun set behind the debris and broken buildings. He tenderly laced his fingers with yours and held on to it for as long as he could. 

It was exactly like that moment you two shared all those years ago. Except, this time, you two weren’t too focused on your environment to overlook the spark and attraction that you two held for each other. 

This time, you both finally acknowledged it and welcomed it with open arms.

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holy fucking shit- i’m sorry for taking so long on your request! i just really wanted to make sure that things were good for you and i might or might not have gotten carried away with this- 💞💞

but ahhh hopefully everyone who reads this enjoyed it! thank you, thank you, thank you so much you guys! 😩💞💕💕💕💕💕

Part 16

(Misaki sat against the gate with his final exam in his hands, not only did he pass, but he got extra credit questions right as well. He smiled, he was so excited he was finally graduating, going on a trip with Usagi, building a home with him, and marrying him, his life finally beginning, he was insanely happy, the sound of a horn honking snapped him out of his thoughts he jumped a little and looked up, Usagi rolled down his window and looked at Usagi over the rim over his glasses).

Usagi: Hey hot stuff, need a ride?

Misaki: (laughs and stands up), shut up, (walks to Usagi's car and quickly kisses him on lips before getting in).

Usagi: So how'd the test go?

Misaki: (hands Usagi his test), see for yourself.

Usagi: (looks over paper then grins), Misaki! this is awesome! i'm so proud of you. (leans over, kisses Misaki on his cheek).

Misaki: I know, told you I was great at psychology.

Usagi: I know, I never doubted you. So what's next?

Misaki: Now I graduate. Oh and Monday I have to pick up my graduation packet. I really just need my robe and cap.

Usagi: Why didn't you get it today? Did they not have it in extra extra small.

Misaki: SHUT UP!! they aren't coming in until monday, so no one has them smartass.

Usagi: (Rolls eyes), whatever helps you sleep at night.

Misaki: (turns in seat to face Usagi), The only thing that helps me sleep at night is being wrapped in your arms.

Usagi: (Grins, places his hand on Misaki's warm face, rubs his thumb against his cheek). That's sweet, (whispers), you have no idea how much I want touch you right now.

Misaki: (softly), I think I do.

Usagi: (leans in for a kiss).

Misaki: (pulls away), Usagi, that'll lead to something more and, we can't.

Usagi: (Leans back in seat closes eyes sighing), I know.

Misaki: Let's just go get lunch.

Usagi: Okay,where do you want to go?

Misaki: Pizzakaya.

Usagi: Alright, (pulls car out of lot, heads down the street).

(Rose sat in the hospital cafeteria in her scrubs, she was biting on a fry wating for Eri, they decided to meet at the hospital for lunch because it would be easier for Rose, she also got called in early so she didn't have long, Eri rushed to Rose's table sliding into a chair almost knocking it over).

Eri: Sorry i'm late, and I know we don't have much time. (leans over and kisses Roses), I lost track of time.

Rose: That's okay, want some fries? we don't have much time for anything else.

Eri: Sure. (grabs a handful of fries)

Rose: How was your morning?

Eri: Good, busy. I'm almost done editing one of four books that Akihiko wrote.

Rose: That's good.

Eri: Yeah, how was your morning?

Rose: Pretty good, I did a lot of chores around the house, since I work a double and won't be home until tomorrow night.

Eri: Okay, good.

Rose: (grabs a handful of fries), Yeah. (pager beeps, she glances at it), Oh hey i gotta go, shift is starting. (stands up, kisses Eri on the lips softly), i'll call you later.

Eri: Okay, I better go too, Akihiko is working his ass off, if he keeps this up, i'll never get a break.

Rose: (laugs), Why is he working so hard anyway?

Eri: (stands up, grabs Rose's hand, they walk towards the elevators), It's for Misaki.

Rose: He really loves that little dude doesn't he? (presses the call button).

Eri: (Smiles), more than anything.

Rose: (they step onto the elevator, she presses the button for the fifth floor). That's really sweet.

Eri: Yeah, i've known him for a long time, he's never felt this way about anyone.

Rose: what do you think makes Misaki different?

Eri: Well he's never been in a relationship, ever. But I don't know there's something about Misaki, Akihiko's never let anyone in or close before, everyone was surprised when we found out he had a roommate or a boyfriend.

Rose: When he was in the hospital, did you mean it?

Eri: (confused look), what are you talking about?

Rose: When you offered to be their surrogate, did you mean it?

Eri: Of course, I mean if they want kids, I would be happy to do that for them.

Rose: (nods), well if they do Ren, his doctor can help with that, he has a ton of specialty's.

Eri: good to know.

(Rose steps off the elevator heading towards the nurses station while Eri heads to the first floor, she exits the building heading back to work).

(Usagi and Misaki sat down at a table at Pizzakaya, Usagi cleared his throat as he opened a menu, shut it, placed it on the table and grinned at Misaki).

Misaki: (Tilts head and smirks), Can I help you.

Usagi: You're so cute did you know that?

Misaki: I do, you tell me at least fifty times a day.

Usagi: I love this place, especially the garlic fry pizza.

Misaki: I know, you love that pizza, it's so gross.

Usagi: Yeah, but I get to pick this time because you picked last time.

Misaki: I remember. But I want garlic balls. And we have to get beer.

Usagi: I wish they had wine here.

Misaki: yeah, well they have beer, we have wine at the house.

Usagi: I know, but I still want wine.

Misaki: Okay.

Usagi: Fine, i'm going to the counter to order, what beer do you want?

Misaki: (Shakes his head to get hair out of his eyes before looking up at Usagi), whatever you get is fine.

Usagi: (clicks tongue, giving Misaki a thumbs up, heads to the the counter).

Misaki: That was weird. (His phone rings, it's Eri) Hey Eri.

Eri: Misaki? I didn't tell you could call me Eri.

Misaki: Hey, you're like one of my closest friends, i'm going to start calling you Eri now.

Eri: Okay, so I called because you did take the roll of being Usagi's assistant right?

Misaki: (Glances at counter were Usagi is wating for beers to be poured), yeah I did.

Eri: Okay, well I need to you to help him write the speech for your graduation, I know they typically want it long but you know Usagi.

Misaki: People also don't want to sit through long speeches, i'll make sure it's at least two minutes.

Eri: Give me a sec, let me check the email... Yeah that should be fine

Misaki: Okay, I'll have him write it by Wednesday.

Eri: That should work. Has he said anything about-

Misaki: I gotta go. (hangs up,places phone on the table as Usagi hands him his beer). Thanks baby.

Usagi: (sits down in front of Misaki), yeah of course. (sips his beer), so who was on the phone?

Misaki: Oh, Eri you have to write your speech for my graduation ceremony, you should have it done by Wednesday.

Usagi: Okay.

Misaki: It doesn't have to be long, I know you hate public appearances, just like two minutes.

Usagi: Okay. I don't know what to talk about.

Misaki: weren't you at the top of your class, didn't you have to make a speech for that? (Sips his beer, gently sets it down, takes Usagi's hand).

Usagi: I choose not to make the speech.

Misaki: Well talk about that, talk about being at the top of your class, and discovering your passion at a young age, talk about stuff like that, it's a two many speech, you're a local famous young author, they want you there, all the girls are really excited, and the guys are upset that their girlfriends are blushing over you.

Usagi: How do you feel?

Misaki: I just want to graduate.

Usagi: I mean about my giving a speech.

Misaki: (Reaches over to touch Usagi's face), I already told you, I want you speak, if I didn't want you there you would know, (pulls hand back), I want to get a new suit, I know I have a lot but this is a big deal.

Usagi: Okay.

(A bell dings in the restaurant and their pizza comes out to them, Usagi grins grabbing three slices of pizza and plopping it on his plate, Misaki rolls his eyes and picks at the garlic rolls).

Usagi: How do you feel about people fanning over me?

Misaki: Please, i'm used to it. Usagi I realize how you look, i mean you're hot, you're sexy. I am aware of your looks I get it, and i'm-

Usagi: (grabs Misaki's hands), You are so fucking cute, and sexy in your own way.

Misaki: Not like you.

Usagi: (snorts), i'm not with you because of your looks, you know I love you and I love your personality. But you are so cute Misaki, and you really are sexy. I mean your not with me because of my looks right?

Misaki: Nah, i'm in it for the money.

Usagi: Funny.

Misaki: (Smirks), I'm with you because as annoying as it is I am really happy that you're always here for me, and you make me feel brave, and I love you, and yeah maybe we aren't the best idea, and people might look at us weird because of the age difference, but I think even without my brother, no matter how we met, you and I would be sitting right here today engaged enjoying a pizza.

Usagi: Wait, say all that again, i'm going to use it for my vows.

Misaki: Shut up, that was supposed to be a meaningful moment.

Usagi: I know, it was really sweet, but I had to say something funny because I didn't want to cry.

Misaki: I love you so fucking much.

Usagi: I love you too. (sniffs) Let's finish up and go find a suit.

Misaki: (smiles) Okay.

Usagi: What about this one?

(Misaki turned to face Usagi, he was holding a red suit, Misaki laughed and shook his head, they were at the store that Usagi loved getting all his Suits from, and all the ones he special ordered suits from, they had good quality suits and did good business).

Usagi: Why? (he held it up), what's wrong with it?

Misaki: (scuffs), It's red Usagi, and it's not even a good red, it's a bright red, I am so not wearing that. I need like a light blue, or a dark blue, but not navy blue a little lighter than that. (Misaki turned around looking through the racks of blue suits, he found a suit the color of the ocean.) Like this, but it's not in my size.

Usagi: (walks over to Misaki, takes the suit from his hand) We can get it sized for you.

Misaki: yeah, by the twenty-second?

Usagi: That's next sunday sweetheart, I think we can do it by then.

Misaki: Okay, because I think it's perfect.

Usagi: Speaking of perfect, should we start planning our wedding?

Misaki: Uh, no.

Usagi: Why?

Misaki: (Twists engagement ring) well we just got engaged and what's the rush?

Usagi: (takes his hand as they walk to the front of the store). Well I mean, I healed, almost and your graduating soon, and we are going to look at the place where we will be building our dream house. (they stop at the front and Usagi places the suit on the counter, Usagi leans against it as they wait for someone to come up to take the suit).

Misaki: Right, I know but I want to wait.

Usagi: Until we tell the public?

Misaki: (laughs nervously), Exactly.

Usagi: okay well, I think we can just leave this here with your size, i've done it before. (He writes down Misaki's sizes and his number on a piece of paper, then takes Misaki's hand and they walk out of the store).

Misaki: Thank's Usagi.

Usagi: Anytime.

Misaki: (Smiles at Usagi, looks at his car then pulls him into the ally beside the store).

Usagi: What are you doing?

Misaki: (pushes Usagi against the wall, stands on his toes, wraps his arms around his neck passionately kisses Usagi, he runs his fingers through his hair, he can feel himself blushing and getting hard, and pulls away, places his hand on Usagi's face softly caresses his cheek).

Usagi: M-Misaki, what was that for?

Misaki: Because I love you, and I really wanted to kiss you.

Usagi: (short laugh) In an ally?

Misaki: Yeah.

Usagi: Do you want to go home?

Misaki: Yeah, can we cuddle on the couch? Maybe take a nap? Watch Grey's Anatomy?

Usagi: (Smiles) That sounds like a perfect afternoon.

I was looking at a Halloween costumes today (don't ask) and it somehow made me think of Babe and Gene (your Babe and Gene specifically) and the fact that I'm like 99,9% sure those cute kinksters would be into roleplay completed with very detailed costumes. I just can't decide what would they be role playing? Speirton would be easy here. Speirs being the history nerd he is, he definitely made Lip wear some sort of gladiator get up for Halloween for unholy reasons.

(idk if my previous ask came through. let me know. this might be confusing if that's the case lol) I considered Vampire Gene and Babe swooning but into it Vampire snack. Or maybe cowboys? Babe's a city kid he has a lot of weird fantasies connected to wild unknowns (anywhere busses don't go). Sherlock Holmes and Watson? Star Trek theme?

vampire? as in this cursed image of shane taylor that i very desperately need context for? (that is a link bc i will not force your eyes to see it)

no but okay to answer you properly lol, as a friend of mine once said baberoe are RP kings over here

mainly because babe has no time for internalised homophobia these days, thank you very much, his ass looks great in a dress and he WILL take advantage of that fact to make eugene lose his mind. 

to build off of that inner city kid thing of yours, Babe one day realises that hang on i managed to bag myself a man with a sexy southern accent (don’t question his tastes) and i have a lot of dresses in my wardrobe,,,,,,,,,,,,,, there is something here

basically the scene is this: babe, in a dress, very dolled up, sitting on the kitchen countertop filing his nails while Eugene makes dinner. Gene is Not Allowed to touch, being held at leg’s distance because “what do you think you’re doing? you have food to cook, mister, and there will be no dessert before dinner.”

eugene: slowly losing his shit also eugene: is but a simp for femboy babe

does it end with babe getting what is coming for his sorry ass? made to apologise until eugene believes him to really be sorry and then told in no uncertain terms JUST how fucking good his hoop skirt makes him look? WELL

but anyway, i love all of these suggestions and i love you for blessing me with the image of cowboy babe saying “yehaw” while eugene is trying not to fuck the mood up by laughing (supportive boyfriends will be supportive even if they do not understand) be prepared for me to reblog this seventeen times to tack on ideas for babe and eugene rp scenarios because oh my god it’s so elaborate

(also ron would absolutely make lip dress up in something that is both funny, humiliating and oddly sexy because lip’s greatest weakness is when ron looks at him like he wants to devour him)

Now Or Never: Act 1- Part 2

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x BlackFem!Metahuman

[Her powers are that of supergirl/man]

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Summary: You meet Natasha at shield headquarters, initially she doesn't think much of you, but that's until she gets to know you.

Warnings: Profanity, sexual connotations + sexuality, but overall fluff

Notes: Please Note this is a black reader! Although anyone can read.

A/N: act 1 spans from Avengers- Age Of Ultron

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“Natasha! Natasha wait!” You plead catching up with her.

“Didn't I tell you not to slow me down?” She sasses words exploding off her tongue.

Clearly she was still not fond of the idea of you being here. Natasha felt she didn't need a partner especially one that she’d try to brush off.

“Please can we at least work together, we shouldn't go at this alone.” You plead scanning her eyes for the answer.

A pained look painted on her face.

“Fine.”

Your lips curled into a smile you could even feel heat rising to you dark cheeks.

God what is she doing to you.

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You and  Nat were working in perfect sync. She’d shoot I'd cover, I shoot she’d cover.

Shit was getting done.

You watched in amazement as Natasha wrapped her legs around one alien flinging it while shooting the others. She landed in the perfect pose prepping to strike another reloading her guns with swiftness.

You ran up bumping a cars side with such a force it crushes the aliens, you speed through a pile of aliens knocking each down at an unexplainable rate.

You allow your eyes to explode with red lasers, shooting any chatauri air craft that hovered above your head.

“Y/n!’ Natasha shouts motioning you over to her. I need to get up there and shut the portal, there’s to many still passing through.” 

You didn't even think twice about it because you already knew what Natasha needed before she said it. 

“Need a ride?” You ask. 

’No more like a boost” Natasha was looking up above at the aliens who hovered whipping past at a lighting rate.

You nod your head in agreement. 

Natasha raced  toward you her feet landing in your palms, as you thrusted her up right into harms way.

Sending her up there alone gave you chills. You knew she’d be fine, I mean she is the best of the best but you couldn't help but worry about her.

You continue to distract yourself by covering more ground and coming in back up for anyone who needed it.

More and more seemed to attack. You gave it everything you could. Jumping into mid air flying around freezing any ground moving targets attempting to slow the spread.

Then suddenly, it stopped. they stopped. 

You let out a small chuckle, not that you were shocked she did it just impressed.

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Finally after what seemed like ages the battle had ended. We won.

Even though we all were battered and bruised, suits torn to shreds there was one little place that seemed like a haven for us all, a shawarma shack. barely held together but seemingly still opened.

You hadn't seen Nat since you launched her into the unknown. It was becoming very clear as to why you were worried about Nat even though she probably didn't give a fuck about your well being you couldn't hide these emerging feelings.

You, Cap, and Banner walk into the shake being met with the worn out smiles and small “heys’ from the team. There she was, a beautiful mess bent over swallowing her sandwich whole distracted by the taste and her exhaustion. 

You decide to quietly sit across the table from Natasha. Not quiet enough because she notice you, immediately. 

Chewing her eyes flickered up and down on your person.

Nonchalantly she slides you the other half of her sandwich across the table.

Your eyes dart around confused on why she’d pass you food when less than three hours she seemingly despised you.

“Kid you gonna eat or sit there with a blank face?” Tony asked confused on why you hadn't completely destroyed your gifted food yet.

“Oh yeah sorry.” You chuckle lightly taking a bite.

Everyone let out small laughs at your awkwardness, even the black widow.

Maybe you were cracking through her tough exterior after all.

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Finishing up everyone threw their trash away while you stayed behind pushing in the chairs and straightening up as best as possible. 

You felt a warm hand grace your arm calling for your attention.

Natasha?

“Hey y/n can I talk to you for a moment?” She asked but her eyes seemed to plead for you to except.

“Yes of course.” You reassured.

I pulled our chairs out, eyes motioning for her to sit.

“So let me just start by saying you are a total bad ass, I mean the way you went all super human on them was awesome, also I’d like to thank you for saving my ass.” She rambled hands gittering

“But more than anything I want to say I’m sorry. I want to get to know you as my teammate and being an bitch probably isn’t the best start.”

A smile crept on your face. Is this real? This is all you’ve wanted since you laid eyes on the red head.

And here She was approaching you making amends, and you couldn’t be more than greatful.

“Hi I’m y/n.” You speak extending your hand out for her grasp.

Nats brows furrowed. But then , it clicked you were starting over. So she’d play along.

“Hi I’m Natasha.’She responded “Beautiful day out we should get out of here.” She motioned

You clasp your hand around her wrist practically snatching her out of the chair she sat in jogging toward the exit.

“So where do you wanna go?” You ask

“Back home, I could use a shower and maybe a girls night..to celebrate.” Nat suggested

She was really starting to take to you. In all her line of work she’d never had a friend or someone to call her own, she had a feeling that you could be that for her. These last fifteen minutes with you were more fun than she’d had in a lifetime, but budahpast was a close second.

“Of course.’ Not scared of heights right?” You question smirking deveiantly.

“No why-!”

You burst into the sky gripping nat tightly leaving a trail of dust and clouds behind you.

Nats pericing screams could be heard from every building you passed. You found it funny but also adorable how she hide her face into your arms trying not to see the ground beneath her.

You make sure to keep the landing smooth not wanting to disturb Natasha even more.

“So?” You ask wiping the sweat of your hands.

“Never, again.” Natasha said before hurling off the side of the building.

“Let’s get you inside.”

“Yeah, lets.” Nat pleaded

—--

You shuffle to set up your spontaneous girls night per Nat's request. You lay out blankets, red wine a few beers and quite a large amount of snacks. Two feelings you've never felt in your life was being full or drunk, but you still enjoyed the tastes.

Finally Natasha trails out of the bathroom. Clothed in a oversized hoodie and baggy sweats. Her hair was short but she attempted a bun which really turned into a drooping mess, but it was still cute.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” Nat said her infamous smirk planted on her face.

“I wasn’t I just -.”

“Jeez calm down y/n I was only joking. It doesn't bother me, I've been through worse than a couple stares.” Natasha confused.

Deep down you wondered what she meant by “been through worse,” you wanted to ask for her to elaborate but you didn't want push, it wasn't your place.

“So what are we watching?” Natasha asked reaching out for a cold one.

“Uh I was thinking Narnia I've loved those movies since I was a kid and I was feeling a little, nostalgic.”

Her brows knitted toward the middle letting a small smile crease her lips. “cute.” Nat replied 

Half way through the movie you felt her emerald eyes on you. Her head was perched up against the couches arm.

She was silent just looking at you. This wasn't like her previous stares this was more blatant, she wanted you to know. 

she was spy after all if she didn't want you to know something she’d make sure you were unaware.

But you were very much aware.

Your Palms were sweaty.

 “Nat.” You whispered 

“Y/n.” she mocks

“Why are you staring?” 

She brightened. “ I can't stare at a friend.’ Especially a beautiful one at that?”

Your face brightened, cheeks turning a shade of crimson red.

Shocked you remained silent nervous you’d fuck and say the wrong thing.

‘Y/n.’ Natasha cooed.’ Am I not beautiful?” Her soft and slender hands slithered into your own.

Natasha knew exactly what she was doing. And gosh was she doing it well.

You gulp, sweat forming on your body.

“Yes, you're very beautiful Tasha.” You admitted 

She turned back toward the television a small smile written on her lips.

I feel a little rush I think I've got a little crush on you I hope it's not too much But girl when I'm with you, I hear it My heart singing La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la, hey

Half way through the second movie Natasha was through her fifth beer and you could tell it was getting to her. The Constant hiccups, slurred words, and heavy eyes were all tells she had too much and was probably ready to sleep it off.

You suck in a deep breath before shutting off the television.

Grabbing a blanket you drape it over her small body, wrapping her tight. You notice she barely shifts, today must have been hard on her. 

“Jarvis can you turn on the lights please?” You ask the a.i

“Of course Ms.y/n.’ Lights are now on.”

The room immediately illuminates. 

You scoop her up bridal style. Her body weight having no effect on you.

You walk her up the stairs careful not to wake or disturb the others who may have been sleeping.

Reaching Nats room you kick the door open with your foot, flicking th light on with the tip of your elbow. Carefullly you place her onto her mattress. Making sure she was tucked in and warm.

You smile at the way she seemingly melted into the sheets and pillows.

“Thank you for giving me a chance.” You whisper.

before leaving you plant a soft kiss on her forehead hoping she wouldn’t remember in the morning.

A part of you wanted to know if what she said to you were her real emotions or that of drunken bable.

You get up scanning her and the room once more before shutting her lights off and carefully shutting the door.

Queitly you tip toe don’t the hall toward your own room.

“Y/n.”

You eyebrows furrow, shocked anyone was awake you slowly turn on your heels facing Tony.

“Hey?” You Chortled.

“What sleeping beauty couldn’t walk herself to bed.”

Your eyebrows fold in. Offended by his assumptions.

“And what are you implying tony?” You sass

“Nothing really. Except the fact that Nat, shes not the relationship type. She’s more the hit it and quit it type.’ He explained “hey but don’t shoot me I’m just the messenger.” Hands held out in defense.

“What makes you think i want a relationship we are just friends, we need all the estrogen we can get around here, you know girl power.” You tried to convince him and yourself that your “crush” was inexsistant.

“Kid all I’m saying is be careful, whatever you are or aren’t doing is none of my business and neither is your feelings, which I’m trying to protect by the way.” Tony reassured

Maybe he was right. What if Natasha was just looking get a quick fuck out of you and then go back to hating you.

“Goodnight tony.” You mummer.

Walking to your room thoughts spiraled in and out of you head.

God why were crushes always so damn hard.

A/n: Hey guys thanks for the read. Let me know if the playlist are working for you if not I’ll let them go. Plus what do you think of this series so far is it intresting! Trust me it will heat up soon don’t worry it’s called build up! The readers in a little bit of a pickle let’s see what happens next! Thank you guys your amazing if you stumble upon this! I’m updating every two days so keep returning for more content.

Hi, I'm the anon who sent the messages about Rotom-Cyrus to TWJ. I wanted to explain myself. There are two books in Rotom's Room: one written by Charon where he says he found out about Rotom "by pure chance." So Charon is involved with Rotom (prob why he has that card) but he isn't the one who met Rotom as a kid. I don't want to spoil exactly what happens in USUM incase you haven't reached that part but it does basically confirm Cyrus is the one who wrote that account.

aaaa that suuuuuckscos literally its fuckin a book signed by charon how was i meant to know that oh the other book right next to it isnt by charon alsoand the trading card has no meaning whatsoeverand we’re just giving more sad backstory to a guy who already had a sad backstory and nope charon has no backstory whatsoever and was just super evil and everyone was right for all these years telling me i’m a jerk for liking this characterand right when basically the same thing just happened with faba seriouslyharmless comedic villain in sun and moon, is shown apparantly redeemed in the postgame, but NOPE now its retconned and he was The Most Evil One and something something lusamine isn’t bad anymore and everything she ever did is now being done by faba in the animecos hey yknow thats what i get for giving the benefit of the doubt to ~ugly people~seriously fuckin everyone hated faba right from when he was first revealed, you had people predicting his ENTIRE PLOT based on just one picture of him and his name and no information whatsoever on his personality. we all just fucking knew what was going to happen because he’s a science man with an ‘ugly’ face and he’s ~flambouyant~and then charon fuckin literally existed to be the ~worse man~ who was added to make cyrus more redeemablethats how he was treated in both mangas. he was made more evil just so cyrus could be redeemed, which was POINTLESS because we all already believed he could be redeemed! and fuck we even all already thought he had cute moments with his pokemon as a kid, geez! there’s a hundred fanarts of that same scenario but with murkrow or zubat or magikarp or houndour or sneasel...just fuckin the pokespe manga wrote a personalityless charon who murdered a child and was outright shown not being friends with rotom and actually hating rotom and getting his ass kicked by rotomand then in DPA we get not only More Evil Charon Who Kills People but also he’s drawn really stupidly over the top scary while everyone else is big eyed shoujo dorks. and our protagonist believes that everyone is redeemable except charon. lets show cyrus committing far more evil acts than charon ever did in the game, lets show him being ooc as fuck and talking about murdering pokemon while surrounded by graves. but THAT IS OKAY and our hero will insist on saying he’s redeemable but NOOOPE charon just fuckin steals some money and has an ugly grandpa face and he gets no such sympathy. he just exists to make you forget that moment of cyrus being ooc double evil. cos we literally retconned that charon was responsible for all cyrus’s evil acts last arc, even though he wasnt even in the fuckin story yetand like now my only damn consolation here is that the character i connected with when i first played the game is AT LEAST NOT THAT EVIL. but all the potential signs of headcanoning him as not evil were all false and i just should have known it. and apparantly its a better and more worthwhile plot to just give sad childhood man another pokemon he knew in his sad childhood, and the thing i thought was Really Cool And Interesting Writing didn’t actually exist. like seriously i was fuckin literally suffering from the same abusive childhood cyrus has in his backstory back when i played dppt and i DO NOT KNOW WHY but i ended up connecting with this stupid grandpa more than him and it saved me in a dark time more than him. back then i was a stupid fuck and i hated cyrus cos i saw myself in him, like i didnt want to admit that i was in an abusive family and i wanted to hate him for daring to want to take revenge against the world that fucked him over. i felt he didnt have the right, like I didnt have the right..so yeah i didnt even fully realise cyrus’s backstory until i replayed the game as an adult, but the one thing that did hit me back then was how unexpected and cool it was to turn our opinion of this jerk grandpa on its head. like i mean whoa! i didnt hate him like everyone else did, i found him pretty funny, but still i wasnt a big fan or anything until i saw that diary entry. like charon does LITERALLY NOTHING in the plot there is no reason they should have added him in a third version, he has no reason to exist unless he was meant to be the guy who introduces rotom’s new forms also added in the game. and it was such a mind blown moment! it doesnt even make him less evil! like “whoa this evil guy used to be a good kid once” could still work even if it WASNT a sign of him having potential redeemability, like it makes him so much more personally evil and horrible if he abandoned his best friend or something. I was so dissappointed you don’t get a boss battle with him, cos i went and caught that rotom and was hyped to defeat him with the pokemon he once betrayed and like there’s NONE OF THAT ANGLE if it was cyrus. it doesnt make rotom any different than any of his other pokemon that he owns right now and we know he already cares about, cos he has a crobat.and it JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSEbecause the journal SOUNDS like charon!they both talk all smart guy style but it felt more formal like how charon talksand like how charon boasts a lot, but the journal has him boasting about his friend instead. it sounds too enthusiastic to be cyrus...and like we already know where cyrus grew up as a kid and it wasnt eterna city. and he doesnt have a secret lab in galactic hq also in eterna city, like charon does. and also he’s not like friggin fifty years old so why would his childhood poke-friend be in a wrecked abandoned house if it was just ten years ago or something. and also why would they give charon this trading card where they draw the 100% evil guy having a vaguely genuine smile on his face and not looking like rotom hates him and he’s got it caged up or anything and also why would the card’s effect be all about friendship and why would they define him as The Rotom Guy and why would they even bother to give a trading card to charon if charon is a pointless character who never did anything important and had no actual relevance to this rotom wifi event except apparantly stealing a bunch of diaries from some other guy who was really responsible for it all. and why would they bother to point out that someone signed the diary if it wasnt the guy who wrote the diary, and also we are not going to sign the diary by the guy who actually wrote it. like if it was meant to be cyrus whey didnt they make it clearer?? nobody could be expected to have figured that out!also why does charon have a second rotom room in silph co in HGSS which timeline wise means he would have had it before DPPT and he’s talking about finding a rotom by chance before he ever found this diary that doesnt really belong to him. like why would he build an entire lab of form machines if he didnt own a rotom yet? how would he know enough to make them actually work for rotom if he never owned a rotom yet?why did nintendo decide to do all this if i wasnt supposed to reach the conclusion that charon had ANYTHING to do with rotom???why didnt they make it fucking clearer. why couldnt i have been saved years of clinging to this stupid ass headcanon and basing a lot of my taste in stories on the whole concept of ‘wow that was so fucking cool how they took a one dimensional looking villain and then turned it on our head with a cool reveal and made me super eager to see future stories with him’ and hey we’re not ever gonna get those and also everyone else was right and i should just give up and agree that ugly looking granddads will always be eviland why the fuck did i somehow link my self worth to such a random ass headcanon for a random ass character like seriously could someone have properly explained cyrus’s plot to me as a kid so i could have had him stop me from committing suicide instead. like seriously if they’d just made cyrus’s grandpa less hard to find and explained the plot more clearly and explained that he was the rotom kid AAAAAAAAARGHand i really didnt fucking need this, usum, right after also people started telling me that lusamine is ~really good~ and her whole child abuse plot is gone now like ha ha ha ha fucking ha lets crush bunni on two damn levelsand what is my fucking luck that this happened to happen right on the same day when i got some stupid ass anon hate and also had a horrible nightmare about my abusive fatherlike seriously dude who sent me this ask im really sorry ive had such an incoherant babbling reply to it, its just been a really bad day for me and like.. im not freaking out because of this minor headcanon being proven wrong, its just like i was already freaking out and having some random irrelevant headcanon bullshit happen right now is REALLY bad timing to push me off the edgehopefully i can calm down and come back and give a more coherant response of like.. why i headcanoned the different thing and why I’m sad its not true, even though i’m happy for you that your personal headcanon did become true instead.but like it sucks to be told ‘nope you’re not allowed to have your favourite character, his one and only personality trait was just a misconception you had’ during such a really bad timing of such an already bad daynintendo could u give us like a sassy science villain gramps who DOES have a redemption plot? or at least a plot that isnt ‘exists to be worse than the main villain’? like seriously why did it happen twice. i was happy at original sun and moon cos it felt like faba as charon but better written but then NOOOOPEjust...god...what.what sort of fuckface up in heaven decided to throw all the bad shit at me today and not at least spread it out across the rest of the week?

She's the kind to be like "i'll kill for you", it's all fun and games until she actually means and/or does it. I'm assuming it's the same if not similar in the books? it's just so annoying to see a character treat everyone, including the man she is supposed to be in love with like shit and have it just be "well that just makes her a good mum" like idk this kind of devotion isn't healthy for her or Ciri either.

I read a lot of posts all over talking about yen and why people do and don't like her and it's all "you have to get past the cold rude arrogant outside to learn deep down she does care", or there was this one said people take what she says as who she is over what she does, as if she isn't saying AND doing terrible things, but there was this other one that was "actions don't define you as a person" that was a fucking ride to read through.

Anyway I'm just kinda miffed cause I went in to this trying really hard and wanting to like yen but she's so unlikable it's crazy. Maybe if her first few scenes weren't her being rude to Geralt for no real reason (and that snark about him and amnesia like BRO??) there wouldve been something to build off? Idkkkk

tysm for letting me talk about this! there's still so much within the series to look at and I adore it. apart from some things lmao BUT as with everything, there'll be bits you really just hate I guess.

You kidding? I love chatting about all this! XD

From what I've read myself and encountered elsewhere (I've gotten a lot of snippets from the later books as fans post excerpts for various arguments) Yen is a bit more complex in the novels than she's presented in TW3, especially depending on which dialogue options you choose. I mean, it's eight books. There are absolutely moments where I've gone, "Oh yeah, that's cute/sensible/romantic/heroic/etc." of her. She'd have to be a pretty static character to have that much content and not produce those reactions at least some of the time. That being said... she's definitely too similar in the books for my taste. Really, Yen was going to be an issue for me from the start, just given how her and Geralt's meeting goes in "The Last Wish." Her cruelty, brainwashing, and nearly getting him killed aside - because let's be real, an enemies to lovers-esque dynamic can be great - the wish itself always tainted their interactions for me. Yeah, yeah, I understand the theme of Geralt choosing his family regardless of what destiny or magic might say about it... but that doesn't erase that they are ambiguously bound by some kind of magic. We can read Yen's "You've condemned yourself to me" as just a lack of self-confidence, Geralt's love remaining a true thing no matter what any genies might have to say about it, but I personally can't ignore the very real, in-world, magical influence here. Every time the books discuss how often they've split, cheated on each other, fought, betrayed... but deep down they were still meant for one another, I'm thinking, "Are they? Or is that just the magical wish keeping two incompatible people tethered?" We can read them finding joy in one another despite the magic as something beautiful, or something tragic because what other choice did they have? Given how central that rocky relationship is to our protagonist's characterization and how awful Yen can be in general, yeah, she's still an acquired taste lol. She does get better later on, but how better I think depends on how you perceive her attitude at the start. Idk if you're into My Hero Academia or not, but I often compare her to Bakugo. Those who were already inclined to excuse his behavior hail the amazing growth he undergoes; those who couldn't stand him from the start (me) find the comparative improvement to still equal a pretty unlikable person. They're both undoubtedly better... but if you're starting that low, "better" won't necessarily be enough.

Oof yeah, I've seen those threads lol. One of my favorites was a discussion about whether Yen was a "bitch" or not (it also doesn't help when conversations about her character devolve into generic accusations of misogyny) and there was a response to the effect of, "Just because she's cold, judgmental, makes cruel remarks, and doesn't listen to Geralt doesn't mean..." and it's like okay, so we're just supposed to ignore all those traits - bypass them - to reach a "Yen is actually a kind person" reading? I have trouble with that lol. Honestly, the majority of my respect goes to those who are just in their fandom corners with their John Mulaney voice going, "Yen is a bitch and I love her SO MUCH." Like yeah!! I love lots of mean, awful, bitchy characters too!! There's no need to bend over backwards trying to prove they're actually a uwu poor baby whose every action was justified (outside of, you know, fandom joking like the "I've done nothing wrong ever in my life" meme). But yeah, I WANT to like her too! I don't enjoy being a part of a franchise where such a core, prominent character is someone I don't like spending time with. Who would want that?? So I've given her so many tries since getting into Witcher... and it just never sticks for me. I tried in the comics too only to come across a panel where Geralt dreams of Yen, but isn't sure if it was an actual dream, or a magical vision where they literally met. Vesemir asks if Yen was kind to him and when he responds that she was, he's like, "It was a dream lol." And yeah, that's the characterization! Geralt knows he didn't actually meet with Yen because the real Yen wouldn't have been that nice to him. And it's not in a funny "My real lover ALWAYS teasingly insults me as an act of kindness!" way but a much more literal, "Yeeeaaah. Yen just isn't that nice a person most of the time" and the examples we can point to when she is kind don't outweigh/erase everything else for me. In TW3 at least, she's very much the kind of person who will, completely seriously, blame you for getting amnesia. And you know the best part? She had it too! Not only that, but she actually recovers her memories earlier than Geralt and never looked for him and you also learn in the second game that she had a relationship with another guy while trying to remember who she was... so the fact that she's pissed at Geralt for going through the exact same thing (not seeking her out/relationship with Triss - only Triss was actively seducing him, so) is just wild to me.

But yeah, TW3 is a MASSIVE game that deliberately plays with different choices and perspectives. To say nothing of its "Life is hard and people need to be harder" worldbuilding. It would be a miracle if we liked every single thing in it lol. Like, Blood and Wine is probably my favorite bit of gaming ever and yet I just fundamentally disagree with CDPR's idea of a happy ending there. For both the main questline and a particular side quest the game goes, "This one is the correct choice ;)" and I'm like, "Lol not to my mind I'll take one of the 'bad' endings thanks!" Yen is just another example of that. The game clearly wants us to like her - she and Geralt are canon in the source material - but giving us the ability to decide who Geralt is means that we might just go, "Nope. Sorry. This 'correct' choice is one I'm passing by."