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starryschoolgirl · 6 months

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Family & Fame

An attempt at a Elvis x Reader drabble

Summary -> In private Elvis was your loving husband and you were his doting wife, but in public Elvis was Elvis Presley, and you were just the wife. Unfortunately, sometimes that public dynamic would follow the two of you home, making way for arguments.

Warnings -> Jealousy, marital dissatisfaction, arguments, very cute and domestic 1st scene though, if you only want some pure fluff read that first scene it's adorable, denial of sex, yelling, swearing, flirty fans, circa 1956, Elvis' confusion leads to anger, Elvis is such a cutie I can't even be mad at him in this. Elvis is also a dad in this because I felt like it.

WC -> 3.5k

Request -> "i was wondering if you could write something with elvis x reader where there's a little marital dissatisfaction? just like a little drabble, doesn't even need to be over 100 words"

"You look handsome, now stop fussing"

Elvis leaned into your hand that cupped his cheek which was smooth from being freshly shaved.

"Now,"

You reached down for the comb on the hotel suite's bathroom counter, holding it casually between two fingers. While you smiled up at him your thumb stroked his cheekbone gently as you asked,

"Would ya hold still so I can fix that mess of hair?"

Elvis laughed softly and turned his cheek slightly to press his lips on your palm, smirking sweetly as he murmured against the skin,

"Sure thing Mama…"

With a smile you stilled his head by keeping your hold on his cheek, tapping it lightly you signaled for him to get lower, which he complied with as he bent his knees slightly, lowering himself to a height that you could see the top of his hair better.

As you neatly combed the gelled mess back into place you mumbled fondly,

"See what happens when a man fusses over his appearance? Just makes it worse, you men, so reckless with your hands…"

He asked testily with a smirk,

"And when a woman fusses over her appearance?"

You simply responded with one last perfecting swoop of the comb,

"Women don't fuss."

He drawled out a sarcastic, "Mhm…"

To which he was answered with a pointed, "Mhm."

After feeling pleased with your work you placed the comb down and smiled up at him, "Perfect", you said just before kissing his cheek.

You then turned to the long bathroom mirror that covered the entire length of the long marble countertops, leaning over it ever so slightly to rub at the skin around your lipstick, making sure it wasn't off-kilter in any way.

He smoothly stepped behind you, the front of his body pressed against the back of yours as his spine bent with yours, leaning over you onto the bathroom counter as you eyed him through the mirror. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin fell to your shoulder as he stared back at you through the mirror.

His voice was low and gruff as he suggested,

"We don't really gotta go to this little gatherin' tonight now do we? Couldn't we just enjoy the rest of our time in San Francisco? We got about 10 more hours."

Elvis punctuated each sentence with a kiss to your neck, right in that spot he knew you were ticklish. You laughed softly and gently batted him away with a few swipes of your hand which in turn made him laugh.

You spoke while trying (and failing) to keep a serious face,

"Elvis, t-the mayor-"

Your laughing made it hard to put together a proper sentence.

"He's holding this soirée tonight in honor of you coming to- Ack..!"

Elvis laughed and said sarcastically before biting your ear,

"Oh, a soirée? I'm sorry little Ms. French I didn't know it was such a big deal"

You tried your best to continue through the giggle-fest Elvis could pull from you.

"Don't you w-wanna show them all that Southern charm you used to get me to marry you?"

Elvis growled playfully as his hands wrapped around your waist tightened and he picked you up from behind, evoking a squeal of surprise from you as he mumbled into your ear,

"Ya make it sound as if I schemed on you with those charms"

You laughed loudly as he held you up and responded,

"You did scheme on me! Made me think I was marrying a John Wayne cowboy type, just to find out you're a Harpo Marx clownish type, but instead of playing a harp you play a guitar"

He growled into your ear "Oh you little-" before ravaging your neck with playful kisses.

A knock on the bathroom door interrupted your fun, the both of you turning to see it soon opening after Elvis', "Come in Roberta"

As the door opened you smiled to see Roberta, the sweet old lady who'd been working for you and Elvis since a month or two after he released his first RCA record which brought in the money needed to have a personal nanny for yours and Elvis' daughter, sweet little Charlotte, who she was holding as she stood in the doorway.

Roberta smiled as she saw her two employers as in love as ever in each other's arms, the both of you looking like a million bucks in your outfits for tonight.

"Well kids, I just wanted to let the two of ya know Charlotte is all dressed and ready to go, and that the bellboy said the car's out front and ready.

She was much older so even though you and Elvis were adults, she still referred to the both of you as kids, because the two of you in life experience were like kittens compared to a sweet old cat like her.

You smiled and quickly made your way to take your daughter out of her nanny's arms, cooing over how darling she looked in her little dress and coat before saying with a smile, "Thank you, Roberta."

You looked back at Elvis as you bounced Charlotte in your arms, asking with a soft smile,

"Could you grab my purse over by the sink Honey?"

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Sometimes you forget how Elvis' emotions could flip like a switch.

One moment before walking into the big building as Elvis held Charlotte and nervously stared at the doors, you'd cup his cheeks gently and whisper reassuringly, "Hey, everybody here is here for you, to just be around you. You're the man of the evening, they're the ones who should be nervous right now, and I bet you they are"

And then the next, you're holding your sweet daughter in your arms while Elvis is holding some random girls (who you're sure are somebody's sweet daughters) in his arms as he's telling them what "overcomes" him to make him move on stage.

You could vomit, you really could, at the way they all put their hands mindlessly on his chest, and 'ooh' and 'ah' over him explaining what it was like for him to film his upcoming debut film "Love Me Tender"

You got along well with the mayor's wife and a few of San Francisco's socialites who were older women which meant they weren't here for Elvis they were here because their husbands who were close friends of the mayor were here. Due to their disinterest in Elvis, they were easy to make casual conversation with.

The younger women, however, were a different matter. Most of them clung to Elvis or waited their turn to do so. And as you watched from afar you were well aware you could go over there to claim what was yours, but you didn't feel the need to. The ring was on your finger, and his child was in your arms. Sure, he didn't often make eye contact with you through the night like he always used to, but that was just because he was surrounded by so many fans. Right?

Sometimes through the night, he'd shifted through the room to you, with a group of girls in his arms, only now it was a different set, and of course, the merry mayor following him closely, buttering up to America's icon. You shifted Charlotte to your hip as Elvis introduced you to the short, tubby man.

"This is my wife, and right there is our little girl, Charlotte."

The mayor tipped his head to baby Charlotte in your arms, "It's nice to meet you little miss, and," he then turned his head to you and held his hand out, "It's nice to meet you as well Mrs. Presley"

You laughed softly at the title and politely urged him to just call you by your first name.

The night went on like that, now and then a new important man would shuffle his way into the circle of girls that surrounded Elvis and the two of you would do introductions, eventually, Elvis had offered to hold Charlotte for you, and as he picked her up he smiled at her saying, "There's my little girl", making those big fish eyes that often entertained the little girl.

The women that surrounded him would coo at how sweet of a father he seemed to be. You only watched with an unimpressed look as one of the girls chimed in,

"She's blonde? I thought you said under that mop of shoe polish dyed hair was a light brown color, or are you just trying to fool me, Mr. Presley?"

The girl giggled and obnoxiously leaned her head against Elvis' shoulder and made a playful face at your daughter as she did so, clearly infatuated by the adorable baby, but not as much as she was with the man who had fathered the baby.

Elvis laughed softly at her jest, and responded simply,

"Well Hon, it's true that I have light brown hair now, but when I was a baby I had blond hair, it just turned brown as I got older, happens with a lotta babies"

The girl giggled once more and took an almost mournful sigh as she stared up at Elvis through her batting eyelashes (you were surprised she didn't fly away with how fast those things were flapping), and crawled her hand that rested on his chest a little higher as she spoke,

"I think I'd have to see that to believe it…"

Oh, brother.

You sighed softly at the ridiculousness of these girls, and the added ridiculousness of Elvis actually laughing and smiling along. He would get a little bit of nagging later. Thankfully you didn't have to stomach the situation too much longer as Charlotte began to cry. As Elvis tried to hush her and bounce her in his arms you smiled politely at the girls and made your way closer to Elvis.

As you took Charlotte from his arms you spoke softly,

"I think she's just a bit tired Elvis, I'll calm her in the car for a bit"

Elvis mumbled a soft 'Alright Hon', and caressed Charlotte's cheek gently with his index finger before leaning your way to kiss you. But, feeling as annoyed as you felt now, at the last second you'd turned your head, his lips landing on your cheek rather than your lips, his original target.

But he couldn't say anything as you'd already begun to walk off.

As soon as you slid into the backseat of the car, the driver asked where Elvis was. You explained that you and the little one were just resting up for a bit and that you weren't sure when Elvis would be through. Charlotte had calmed down and quite quickly fell asleep in your arms, the closing of her pretty little eyelids had marked the end of the party for you. You wouldn't leave your baby to sleep in the car alone, and you wouldn't force her to be awake for the rest of the party.

You didn't mind though as you felt all partied out yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, you don't think you ever could get used to seeing Elvis surrounded by girls and entertaining girls the way he'd been since his launch to fame.

You didn't think it was unfair of you to feel this way. It wasn't as if this was something planned when the two of you got together a few years ago. It was only recently that you'd had to start enduring Elvis Presley, the rock and roll heartthrob, and not just Elvis, the dorky boy who drove a truck and had a hard time putting together a neighborhood team to play football with him.

You closed your eyes with a sigh, resting a gentle hand upon your daughter's hair. You leaned your head against the car window, it was cold as the nights were beginning to have a little chill to them. The seasons were changing, and with them, so was Elvis.

Oh well, such is life.

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"…Just to the hotel Frank…"

You hummed softly at the familiar voice, pressing your head impossibly closer to the window as you tried to adjust to a more comfortable position. Just as you had settled comfortably back into the window a warm weight in the form of a hand pulled your head elsewhere. You were too tired to care, so you let it, your head soon resting comfortably on familiar broad shoulders.

That voice spoke again, but it seemed that in your half-asleep state, his voice kept coming in and out.

"…took me awhile, but… sorry… gotta entertain the fans…"

You felt annoyed by the voice interrupting your slumber, but you tried your best to ignore it after letting out a disgruntled hum.

It felt as though only a minute had passed since you'd gotten peace again before you heard that familiar voice, your husband's voice, whisper as his hand gently kneaded your shoulder, only now it was coming from the other side.

As you opened your eyes you saw the soft lighting of the hotel's sign lights spilling into the open door of the car along with Elvis' figure outside the car. Now it seemed he was holding a sleeping Charlotte in one arm as his hand tried to soothe you awake.

"C'mon Honey, we gotta get some sleep 'fore the flight"

You hummed softly and after mumbling a 'thank you' to your driver you got out of the car with the help of Elvis' steadying hand which naturally shifted to your hip after you were standing upright.

Elvis unlocked the room and kissed your cheek, mumbling something about the baby and Roberta, you were too busy on a mission to get out of this uncomfortable dress and still miffed at him, to care to process what he was saying. Your mission was to get to the bathroom to get ready for bed, as you made your way there you stopped by your suitcase to grab a short silk nightgown and your robe.

As soon as you stepped into the hotel's bathroom, and Elvis disappeared off to who knows where you could finally let out a breath. You were exhausted but you couldn't go to sleep just yet in your state. You tiredly shuffled over to the sink and began to take apart your pretty party appearance piece by piece. The hair clips that tugged at your scalp now rested on the sink, and the makeup that caked your face now caked a rag.

You struggled to reach the zipper of your dress, and for a moment your body went limp and you debated just going to bed in it. With your head hung tiredly and your eyes closed, you could've fallen asleep standing there had a set of familiar hands not graced your bare shoulders. Elvis' voice close to your ear as he asked through a smirk,

"Ya need help?"

You opened your eyes and looked at him through the mirror, you finally got a good look at him, his hair had been fussed with, could've been from him carding his hands through it throughout the night, or from one of those girls carding their hands through it. You nodded with a sigh, upset with him, but definitely in need of assistance.

As his rough fingers glided along your bare back before working at the zipper, Elvis' lips quickly fell to your neck, placing soft little pecks along the skin. You stared at him through the mirror blankly, and shook your head as you mumbled,

"Not tonight Elvis, I'm too tired…"

He hummed softly as the sound of the undoing of the zipper and the feeling of the dress loosening around your body filled your tired senses.

"Who says ya gotta put in effort Honey? I can handle ya the way I always do,"

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he murmured,

"I know how ya like it when you're tired…"

You sighed and tried pulling your neck away but his lips followed, and his hands began to explore you thoroughly as the only thing holding that dress on your body was his pressed so close against yours. You quickly stepped to the side, leaving him to shuffle forward as you were no longer there for him to lean his body against.

You kept a hand on your dress to hold it up on your body as he watched with furrowed brows.

"Elvis, I'm not in the mood for it tonight alright? We have a flight in a few hours, I want to get some sleep."

"Baby-"

Elvis reached his hand out to you but you took a step back and shook your head, a firm, "No, Elvis." leaving your lips as you walked to where you placed your nightwear with a hand still holding up your dress. Just as you began to head for the closed bathroom door he followed and asked,

"What's wrong Hon? W-what did I do to ya?"

His voice got louder as the confusion he felt was beginning to get him worked up,

"Seriously Baby, I took ya out to this nice party or fuckin' soirée or whatever pretentious bullshit you called it and this is the thanks I get?!"

You shoved him by the chest as you whisper-yelled, "You're gonna wake the baby..!"

Elvis scoffed as he took a step closer to you, practically caging you against the bathroom's door, his teeth were grit as he stared at you incredulously,

"You've been in a bad mood with me all night, seems like ya haven't even been listening… I told ya I was puttin' her with Roberta tonight! You would know if ya didn't have a stick shoved so far up your ass."

You stared up at him, feeling a pang of hurt at his words. He continued,

"Actin' like you're too good to talk to any of the fans. Spendin' all ya time schmoozin' with the rich old hags who don't give a rat's ass about me or my music"

You abruptly yelled back at him, staring daggers up at him through your teary eyes,

"That's why I was with those women Elvis! Because when I'm hanging out with them I don't gotta watch as they make goo-goo eyes at my fucking husband! I don't need to watch them paw and grab at the father of my child!!"

Elvis shook his head with a scoff and looked away from you, still keeping his hands pressed against the door, caging you in one spot. He mumbled something along the lines of "naggin' me like a jealous old wife…", a term that had only become a thing said in your arguments since Elvis' rise to fame.

You cupped his cheeks in your hand and pulled him to look at you, your voice shook as you affirmed,

"That's cause I am a jealous old wife Elvis… And had I known I would've turned out this way when I married you a few years ago… I…"

Your voice had dissipated before you could finish your sentence. You stared down at the tiled floor of the bathroom. Elvis was still wearing his shoes, whereas yours had been off the moment you stepped into the room. You could see the creases in the shoe of the foot that he was tapping nervously, and you could see the way your toes scrunched tensely.

The bathroom was quiet, and Elvis' voice which was once full of defense was now softened as he spoke quietly,

"Now, ya don't mean that Baby. You're just tired is all…"

He looked down at his shoes nervously and then at himself through the mirror on the other side of the bathroom. His hands that once caged you in landed ever so gently on your arms, his words came out through nervous stutters,

"You were right, we-we gotta catch a-a flight. Better head to bed,"

There he goes. When things get just a little too real, when the words are just a little too honest, and when reality is a little too close to crashing into the both of you, he expertly redirects it all for another time. Wanting to keep his schoolboy fantasy of having a little family of his own intact.

The little fantasy that he would whisper in your ear late at night in high school as the two of you squeezed into his twin-size bed, knowing if he talked at a normal volume the very thin walls of his house would give way to his voice waking his parents in the small room on the other side of the wall.

The little fantasy that he assured your Daddy would come to fruition if he got your parent's blessing. And it seemed so as you soon gave birth to sweet Charlotte, but just months after she was born you saw the first few strands of that fantasy being shot to hell as Elvis' talent had started being recognized.

And though it had only been maybe a year or two since then, you felt as though the boy you married straight out of high school was becoming a man you didn't recognize. And while you could keep the fantasy with Elvis going when the two of you were alone such as during the time you spent getting ready with him, it all crumbled bit by bit as his love affair with the fans and the public would disrupt his love affair with his wife. And he would let it.

So, I meant it when I said it was supposed to be a drabble, less than 100 words, short and sweet, as requested by a lovely anon. Don't know what happened...

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stevenose · 9 months

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before you go (18+)

summary: after hawkins turned into literal hell in 1986, steve harrington can’t rest - not until he figures out how to keep things safe. you’re a good friend, though. and good friends help each other.

contains: smut! steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; oral (steve receiving); sub!steve a little??; gratuitous usage of the phrase good boy; mention of sex/cockwarming; all lowercase SORRY

author’s note: this man needs a blowjob and some melatonin

be over 18 when you read this or this man will go insane and never sleep again. do u want that. tell me

“‘calm down’?”

“i think it might be good for you.”

steve paces, hair a mess. “how the hell am i supposed to calm down? this is such a disaster.”

no shit. “when was the last time you slept?”

he sighs and stops pacing, facing away from you. a hand propped on his hip. “i slept this afternoon.”

“how long?”

he sighs again, a little bitchy. “an hour.”

“that’s not enough,” you argue, moving towards him when he starts pacing again. you place your hands on his shoulders firmly to stop him. “you’re going to ruin the hardwood.”

“fine by me,” he snarks, eyes narrowed. “not like it matters when town’s gonna blow up any goddamn day now.”

you know it’s hard and you’re scared, too. the difference is that you know when to rest and have faith. steve doesn’t. steve will pace right through the floor and lose sleep and stress everyone else out before he concedes. and maybe his only saving grace in these moments is that he’s also a little pretty when he’s frustrated.

you bite your cheek and think about it for a moment - your admittedly ridiculous idea, given the circumstances - then lower to your knees in front of him.

“what are you doing?” he asks bluntly.

“calming you down.” your hands reach for his belt and he sort of gasps.

“hey hey hey, wait - wait -“ he says frantically, his hands coming to rest on top of your head. “you’re what?”

“you need a distraction. and orgasms help you sleep. you know that though, don’t you?”

he opens his pretty mouth, those plush pink lips, before snapping it shut and shaking his head. “i - i don’t -“

so you sigh and start getting up, thinking he’s rejecting the advance, but he pushes you back down gently. “okay, wait - wait - i didn’t say no.”

“so you want me to help.”

he nods. “if you really want to.”

“you want me to suck you off and make you cum so you can get some rest.”

he blushes up to his ears. “um. uh-huh.”

“you gonna ask?”

everything feels frozen when he looks down at you with wide eyes. he finally licks his lips and clears his throat. “will you - uh, give me a blowjob?”

“jesus,” you mumble, going back to his belt, working it open. “i thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

“i am,” he snaps. “i just - i’m not used to -“

“i know you’re not,” you interrupt. you push his jeans down, aching when you see his cock through his briefs. “you need to let go of your control on things sometimes. you’re going to drive yourself crazy.”

steve doesn’t answer. he just watches, eyes wide and pupils blown when your hand experimentally cups his dick. “how long’s it been, huh?”

“n-not really long,” he stutters. “the - the night this started.”

your brows quirk, palm gently massaging his balls. he moans lowly. “she sucked your cock?”

“jesus, don’t say shit like that.”

“why? ya gonna bust already?”

he groans, hips keening forward. “come on. you’re just makin’ me more frustrated.”

“poor thing,” you mock, your fingers brushing over his shaft. “you don’t even know how to say please.”

“please?”

you pull his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. “oh,” you say bluntly, staring before you look up at him. “no wonder no one gives you oral.”

“that a compliment?” he asks, hand still resting steady on the top of your head.

you don’t answer. you take his shaft in your hand and pump him a few times. you hear his breath hitching but you don’t chance a look upwards - his face might make you implode. his cock is warm and velvety in your hands, tip pink and sticky. you swallow, mouth genuinely watering, before you lean forward.

“hey,” he says again, but softly, pushing your head back gingerly. “you don’t have to, okay? i’m fine, i promise.”

“i know i don’t have to,” you say, still stroking him, watching his face twitch. he’s trying to be so serious. “didn’t i start this?”

“well, yeah -“

“i want to finish it, too.”

he nods and lets you lean forward again. “o-okay.”

“you want this too, right?” you ask, lips ghosting on the head of his cock.

“please,” he asks breathily.

you press a kiss to his tip and smile when he moans, head thrown back, arms coming up to tug at his own hair. you smile, kissing it gently one more time before letting your lips wrap around him. the taste of salt hits your tastebuds and you moan, swirling your tongue around it.

“oh, shit,” steve groans. the tendons in his neck are visible. the scar that makes your stomach ache jutting out. you have to look away from it, instead closing your eyes as you make out with his cockhead. your tongue runs along the underside of it and steve shudders, hands now coming down to rest on your head. “like that,” he breathes. “that feels so good.”

“i know,” you say sympathetically, pulling away a little. “big cock just needed some attention, huh?”

“jesus, say that again.”

“what? that you have a big cock?”

he nods, teeth obviously clenched.

you smile. “you have such a fat cock, steve,” you whisper, before licking a bead of precum away. “i don’t know how it’s going to fit in my throat.”

“hang on,” he whines. “please - against a wall, or somethin’ - i’m gonna drop if i don’t.”

you laugh, pushing up and meeting him again against the wall, his back up against the plaster. you steal a chance to kiss his jaw before getting back on the ground, continuing your movements without missing a beat. now that he doesn’t have to focus on staying upright, his eyes clench shut and he leans back.

“good boy,” you coo, and his cock kicks. “oh, you like that? you’re such a good boy, steve, we should tell you more often.”

“i’m gonna cum,” he groans, covering his face with his hands.

“already? i’ve hardly tasted you, stevie. you have to hold on for me, okay?”

“i will,” he promises. “shit, i will, just - please.”

“please?”

“please suck me off!”

you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking him halfway into your mouth. the back of his head hits the wall with a thud and you rub his thigh sympathetically with one hand while the other jerks the rest of him off.

he tastes so good. incredible. your mouth waters while you bob your head up and down, tongue working in slow zig-zags. steve bites his knuckle, eyes trained on you. “unnnh, oh - shit… shit….”

you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s a mess, squirming above you, little ah!s stuck in his throat.

“you can be louder than that, steve,” you say quickly. “come on, wanna hear you. be good for me.”

“oh,” he cries, hips bucking, sending him deeper into your throat. “oh, my god… oh my god, that fuckin’ mouth….”

you pinch his thigh. language. he bites his knuckle again but the cries continue, soft and breathy and desperate. you move further down, taking him most of the way, attempting to relax your throat to take him. he gasps, the fingers of his free hand digging into your scalp. “ohmygod holyfuck holyshit yes yes yes!”

you want to ask if anyone’s deep throated him before, but you’re having too much fun to pull off and ask. you gag slightly around him and drool pools out of your mouth. once steve sees that - feels that - he cries out, hissing through his teeth. “i gotta cum, please can i cum?”

“good boy,” you moan, voice thick while you jerk him off wetly. “ask me again.”

“please can i cum holy shit i gotta cum so bad please?”

you giggle. “go ahead. such a good boy.”

and he cums at that, spilling into your fist, hands back up in his own hair while his fingers tug at his strands. he groans gutturally, hips fucking into your hand as he rides it out. “honey, oh… yeah, love … love it… oh, jesus christ.”

you only stop your movements when he jerks and hisses again in oversensitivity. you can tell your little plan worked with how hooded his eyes are, how deep he breathes.

“you sleepy?”

“yeah,” his voice cracks. “yeah, i’m…. don’t leave, please.”

your brows furrow. “don’t leave?”

“will you stay?” he asks. “you help.”

you bite your lip, slowly getting up off your knees. “tell you what,” you say softly. “how about i keep your cock warm inside of me while you take a little nap? i’ll keep you safe.”

he blinks, eyes wide. “y-yeah. yeah that - that would be incredible.”

“i know,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him gently on the ear. “good boy.”

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader

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comicwritesstuff · 4 days

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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV:

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face.

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up”

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!”

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.”

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n”

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport.

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so.

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating.

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets”

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase.

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable.

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky)

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring.

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her.

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun.

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing*

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible.

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago.

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific”

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person”

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work.

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place.

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?”

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital.

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point.

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him.

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House?

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.”

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile.

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks”

“Oh yeah no problem”

Sarcastic asshole.

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?”

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.”

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down.

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down.

“So are you gonna interview me or something?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.”

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though.

“Fair enough.”

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.”

“Y/n! You traitor!”

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?”

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!”

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people.

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside.

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality.

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him.

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk.

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time.

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?”

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.”

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance.

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.”

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.”

With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.”

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ).

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine.

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.”

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.”

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?”

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor.

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right.

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him.

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-”

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?”

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin.

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night.

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane.

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit.

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far.

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House.

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

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In The Dark: Epilogue

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Rating: None

A/N: We are finally at the end of this story - thank you to every single person who read it, who supported it, who sent in asks or reblogged or liked or lurked. I couldn’t have done it without you all. Dedications at the end, along with some bonus extras. Thank you all so very much - I love you, and Happy New Year!

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“So, how is the new place going?” You rest your cheek on your knee, smiling at the immediate change in her expression on your screen. Your dorm room is behind you, warm and cozy in contrast to the starkness of her bedroom.

“It’s okay,” Cee says. “It’s still kinda weird, ya know? Living with different people?” She shrugs, resting her chin in her hand. “It’s kinda cool, since they’re my own age and sometimes we have these amazing parties and there is this girl who is moving in next week who I am totally eyeing, but also the extra chores suck? No one ever does their dishes around here.”

You nod in sympathy, having been in that situation before.

“I feel like it’s not that hard?” she continues, and you laugh.

“It’s really not. How is that new class coming?”

Rolling her eyes, she launches into detail about her writing professor and the pain of her weekly workshop group and you feel a pang of longing to experience those things with her, so you could truly commensurate. Not that you couldn’t, since you were going through those specific pains in your own program right now, but it was different then - when you were going through it together.

“Anyway, it’ll get better. I don’t wanna talk about it though.” She sits back, piling her fine blond hair on top of her head in a bun cupped by her hands for a moment, before letting it drop. “Tell me about next week. What are you doing again? How long are you off for?”

“Two weeks.” Just saying the words out loud makes you grin in relish, an eagerness for it to begin coming through in the dreamy tone of your voice. “I wanna see all the cheesy tourist spots for sure, but I am literally itching to get into some of those bookstores. And the museums, definitely those. And oh my god, the food.”

Shoreditch had all of these things and you had slowly been exploring them, but the vastness of London had been calling to you. Your workload too heavy to explore the way you’ve wanted to, you’ve been earmarking various spots for months and now that your break is finally here, you feel like you can truly tour around. And also look up from the screen of your laptop for a change - that would be nice.

You let out an aching groan of pleasure at the thought and she smiles on the screen.

“After that, I don’t know? Don’t laugh, but I kinda wanna rent a car and drive to Cornwall? Don’t ask me about navigating while driving on the other side of the road because I don’t have an answer for you, but the views are supposed to be gorgeous and……”

“Poldark,” you both say at the same time, dissolving into giggles.

“God he’s gorgeous. I mean, I know he’s not there, but I’ll be able to sense him. I just know it.”

She sips her tea on her side of the screen while you list off the rest of your itinerary: Persephone Books, for their quaint, romantic store front and unique events, Dishoom for a bacon naan roll and to feel like you’ve stepped back into time into 1940’s Bombay, The London Eye to get some pictures, but first Gloria: a restaurant by your new place that you’ve been dying to try. You just knew the pictures online wouldn’t do it justice; the opulent, busy, lush setting of rich carpets and mirror paneled walls and greenery climbing down from the ceiling like sparkling, light strung ivy at the top of your wishlist.

Eventually, your stifled yawns interrupt your spoken dreams, and she finishes her tea, stretching in her perch on her chair. She glances at the time in the corner of her screen and frowns.

“Yikes, it’s gotta be so late there for you. You better get some sleep, so you’re not exhausted in the morning..”

You mirror her stretch, nodding. “Yea, I still gotta finish packing.”

She leans closer to the screen, a look of affection stealing across her delicate features.

“Well make sure you take a bunch of pictures, okay? I wanna see everything you’re seeing. Send me the view from the Eye on Snapchat or something and if you go see those guards, take a selfie with one of them just for me.”

You laugh, assuring her that you will and when you say your goodbyes and hang up, a smile lingers on your face. Just like her to ask for something weird like that.

Standing, you close your laptop and leave it on your desk, walking over to your bed. The layout of your new place is tighter than the last; student housing always a bit cramped. You’ve never minded close quarters, liking the overall coziness it forces and resting your hand on the corner of a small bookshelf that already has a substantial collection growing on it, you crack the window, letting street sounds waft in on the night air.

Changing into your pajamas, you switch out the light while yawning yet again and checking your alarm is set, you crawl into bed. Opening your white noise app, you select “city sounds” and closing your eyes, quickly fall asleep.

–

Anticipation wakes you early, and similar to New York City, Shoreditch is alive with people already when you leave your flat. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you slip into the crowd, making your way to the tube and as you walk, you run through a mental checklist of everything you want to do today, so as to not waste one minute.

Not quite as many people on these streets as there had been in the city, the sights and sounds were so similar it was comforting: brightly scrawled murals over aged brick, trendy restaurants tucked into small store fronts, young people walking effortlessly down the sidewalk with their faces buried in their phones. Spotting the iconic circular sign that gave you a thrill when you saw it for the first time, you made your way down the damp stairwell, following the crowd to the platform. Getting on your train, you find a seat by the window and digging in your bag, you fish your earbuds and pull up a playlist, relaxing into your seat.

The steady, smooth rock of the train as it pulls away from the station comforts you, reminding you of home after all this time. The transit systems are similar, the people that ride them even more so and watching scenery pass by, you think about your first time navigating The Underground. The thought, and the events planned for this morning, bring forth other memories.

Your first night crawling into your new bed: slipping on the shirt he tucked into your bag, the longing for your apartment and all its familiar noises was a real, tangible ache in your chest. The ache for him was felt even deeper, the image of his face as he said goodbye only ten hours old and fresh in your mind at that point. A few tears slipped free into that new pillow of yours; the first of what would be many more.

Your first weeks navigating your new surroundings: testing out the transit, finding your new travel paths, exploring the restaurants within walking distance.

The nervous hesitation you felt when sharing in your new workshop for the first time, the tiny tables in new restaurants where you sat alone on your computer, your delight at the discovery of East African food.

Tea: something you never came around to. By your measure, it had nothing on coffee and for weeks, you would have killed for a latte from your favorite place, with a dash of cinnamon on the top.

All the while, you had missed him.

Your new surroundings had been seen through Ezra tinted glasses; a wash of him over everything you saw. Everything reminded you of him: the antique shop on the corner, the Persian restaurant you passed while walking to class, every bookstore or record shop or furniture gallery or men’s clothing shop or every dark haired man, your eyes searching for his confident gait everywhere.

At first, it was so intense you couldn’t hardly breathe, but with time, it lessened. Friends, routine, school, new experiences, dinners, parties. You still thought of him often, but it was no longer the crushing weight of a wave forcing you under. With each new day that passed, the waves calmed more and more; overwhelming, then bearable, then ripples that came and went.

Cee had eventually come around, writing you an email about your letter about a month after you left. When you replied, she replied back and it slowly evolved into more emails and then texts and then FaceTime, on your computer at night. She had reached out to you for writing advice, wanting your opinion on something she was going to turn in and it was like her story was an olive branch — which was fitting, for two people who first bonded over the words scribbled in her notebook.

The two of you never had a formal discussion about what happened, but rather an acknowledgment through email about the roles you each played. Understanding that sometimes it was easier to talk about difficult things through writing versus speaking them out loud, you were thankful for it. She needed time to think about it, which you gave her, and in the end, she forgave you.

Still, you never spoke directly about Ezra if you could help it.

Four months into your new surroundings, you had just walked in the door after a late night library session when your phone buzzed in your bag. Pulling it out, the sight of his name on your screen made you freeze. You can still feel the heat you felt, your heart picking up as you hesitantly tamped down the excitement that immediately rose in your chest and when you answered it, he could hear it all in your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Birdie.”

He said those two words, letting the silence hang for a moment and you were immediately back in your apartment, the memory of when he used to call felt so strongly you shut your eyes.

He had been drunk and lonely, missing you. Trying so hard to keep his distance for your sake, he finally caved and called; his low, husky voice sleepy and quiet through the phone, but warm with affection. You talked to him for a long time: about the city, about your program, about what he had been up to. When it came time to hang up, he asked if he could call you again and when you said yes, you could hear the smile in his voice when he said goodbye.

He did call you after that, and you stayed in touch a lot. It wasn’t as intense as it was before — no phone call every night before bed, no FaceTime videos, no partially undressed photos — but rather an easy intimacy between two really good friends. Ones who knew each other inside out, and had fond memories of the time they’d shared together.

Not to say that you didn’t get yourself off to the thought of him still, after all this time.

You tried going out and meeting people, tried going home with someone a few times but after you slipped back into your clothes and made your way home, you never felt that longing to be back in their bed and in their arms the way you always felt with him. Eventually, you stopped trying and just focused on school.

The train slows and pulls into King’s Cross, and you rise from your seat, waiting your turn to alight. Stepping off, you make your way to the escalators and a sort of nervous anticipation thrums wildly through your veins, making your limbs jittery. You try to take a calming breath, checking the time on your phone - your train running a few minutes behind, you hope you’re not too late.

Finally stepping into the atrium, light floods the space. People are everywhere: gathered in clusters as they check maps in their hand with suitcases and backpacks at their feet, business people walking briskly around and between them, travelers and students and children and shop vendors; the murmur of the collective crowd a loud one. Your heart beats faster in your chest, your eyes scanning the room and they land on one person after another, trying to keep track as they move. A bright flash of yellow there, a brown mop of curls there and suddenly, you see him.

The familiar breadth of his shoulders faces you, a backpack that you’ve never seen before only serving to make him look broader. For how long it’s been since you’ve seen the nape of his neck, you’d recognize his stance anywhere and you simultaneously want to stand there for a moment and admire him from afar, while also fighting the urge to run.

Not being able to help moving automatically in his direction, when he turns and his gaze catches yours, he grins and you feel a sudden wave of emotion so strong you want to cry. He looks just the same - the unruly dark curls, the crumpled cotton t-shirt even more so from traveling, the face you know so well and that dimple. It had only just started to fade from your memory, and the sight of it makes your heart burst.

“Hey, Birdie,” he smiles when you reach him, opening his arms and you step right into them, like no time has passed.

So solid, so strong, so affirming in his touch - your hello is muffled against his shoulder as you breathe in the familiar musk of his warm skin and when you pull back, you can already see the possibilities of these next two weeks in his warm, albeit travel worn smile: his laughter in a dimly lit restaurant, the weight of his arm across your shoulders when he pulls you in for a selfie, his profile as you drive through the country, the firm slide of his skin against yours every one of those nights.

He looks like he wants to kiss you and your mouth longs for the same, but you both stand still, savoring the beat of anticipation; the crowd moving around you.

“You ready?” you ask, lacing your fingers with his.

He tightens his hold, grinning.

“Ready.”

The End

Bonus: Birdie’s Travel Pictures

I have so many people I want to thank for this story:

@mourningbirds1, first and foremost, who sat with me through every single one of these chapters and who is the world’s best and most patient teacher. You made my writing better with every single soothing message you sent, every comment you left on the document, every lesson you taught me in your kind and patient way. This story wouldn’t be nearly what it is without you, nor would I have had the courage to tackle it in the first place without your constant validation and support and I love you so very, very much. Having one of your favorite writers as a mentor is the literal dream come true, and you did that for me. <3

@krissology and @charnelhouse - without our group chat and your constant support, I wouldn’t have made it through this. You both inspire me in so many ways every single day, and you’re always there when I need to rant, vent, work out a plot line, hash out an idea, and I am so grateful to have both of you in my life. I love you <3

@highsviolets @imaswellkid @dazedrhapsody and @psychedelic-ink - thank you so so much for your constant enthusiasm and your magnificent playlists for this story. They inspired me in so many ways - a number of scenes in this story were directly inspired by your songs, dreamt of while I was working or driving, and I am forever thankful for you sharing them with me. They are beautiful, just like you all. I love you <3

To anyone that made art, to anyone that sent me a message, to anyone who was patient and kind and validating while I tried to take my time and try new things and grow - thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you all, and this community. I love you <3

#ezra prospect #ezra prospect/you #ezra prospect/reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect x you #pedro pascal

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Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything.

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning.

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw.

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it.

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl?

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach.

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting.

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder.

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face.

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed.

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach.

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables.

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident.

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away.

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt.

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses.

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder.

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night.

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader. A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence.

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face.

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross.

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence.

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers.

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little…messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside.

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks.

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this.

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you.

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you.

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter.

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look.

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

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storytowrite · 3 months

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hey ml, how are you? 🫶🏻 thought i’d request something if that’s okay?

(i’ve been listening to this song and it gave me a wicked idea)

OT8 skz x 9th Fem!member reader where she argues with the boys and they all ignore her for a while which causes her to get into her head and she starts going a bit crazy? She is filming her solo MV as apart of SKZ-REPLAY and lets all of her crazy/psychotic thoughts out. The boys are told to come into jyp to talk about readers MV (which the boys hadn’t seen yet) and they all sit in shock whilst watching you go on a psychotic breakdown with the most sinister grin on your face?

Hello love ❤️ I really, really like the idea and I will definitely write it. Also I love the song! But please be patience because I have my finals so I’ll probably start writing again after I pass everything.

I’ll tag you anyway.

Kisses 😘

Hello love, As promised I wrote this idea and I hope that you would enjoy reading it. I'm so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time :C but the last week of January when I had my finals was so hard and exhausting that actually I needed to rest from everything. But thankfully I passed everything and now, being on my winter break, I can write more :D.

Anyway, here's the story I really hope you'll like it. Please enjoy and have fun reading it. ❤️

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Title: Happy Face

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2061

Warnings: swearing, mention of mental breakdown, Lee Know is kinda harsh on Y/N

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“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back.

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“Ya! Y/N! Stop acting like a fucking child!” Changbin screamed as you ran before him, trampling over his music sheets. “I’m working, don’t you see?!”

“I’m sorry Binnie! I’m just late and…” You started to explain yourself.

“I don’t fucking care!” He scoffed. He didn’t like being interrupted in his work and you knew that. Everybody knew. You sighed heavily.

“I said I’m sorry…” You said with a pout on your face and just left the room. Living with eight men in a dorm as a ninth member was sometimes hard. Especially before the upcoming comeback, when everyone was busy and stressed out. The season was just hectic.

You arrived at the practice a little bit late. You entered the practice room, being welcomed by a disappointed view of coldfaced Lee Minho. “You are late.” He said harshly. “Why are you always late?!” His voice raised a little, which made you squirm.

“I’m sorry… I got stuck in traffic and…” You started but he didn’t want to listen.

“I don’t care, Y/N. You should have left earlier then. We were waiting for you for almost 20 minutes! We don’t have this room reserved for long!” Minho was angry.

“I’m so…” You started but again was interrupted by someone.

“Okay, no need to actually fight… let’s start the practice again, all right?” Felix said softly and looked at you with a slight smile. “You remember the routine?”

“Y-yes, I remember.” You answered.

“Good.” Said Hyunin and turned on the music. “Let’s begin then.”

The practice was good, but the tension between you and Lee Know was strong. You couldn’t understand what got into him. You did your best and gave more than 100%. You were a perfectionist so you always tried to be better and better.

Dancing with the danceracha was most of the time fun. But this time you couldn’t enjoy it as much as you would like to. Minho was harsh and pointed out each mistake that you made or at least the mistake that he thought you made.

You were tired. You didn’t know what actually was happening with your body. You couldn’t stay straight most of the time. Your muscles ached and you felt a little dizzy. Your body didn’t want to cooperate with you at all.

“Minho, I need a break.” You stopped the routine in the middle, panting heavily. “I really have no strength and my body is…”

“I don’t care Y/N, you said that you remember everything. Just focus and dance again.” He said, rolling his eyes, creally annoyed. “You need to master these movements.”

“No.” You said looking at him. “I will not dance again now, I need a break. I’m tired.”

“Let me repeat it, Y/N. No one cares that you are tired. We all are! You are messing up the whole choreography. I’m not going to change the routine again, just because you can't focus.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I am tired and my body can’t dance properly.” You rolled your eyes, snapping at him. “Maybe if you weren’t a douchebag you are right now and let me take a break just for ten minutes as you did with Hyunjin and Felix I’ll be in better condition to dance once again. I told you, my body…”

“Maybe if you practised more you wouldn’t be as tired as you are right now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Instead of spending time gossiping around you should come here and practise often!”

“First of all I don’t gossip! And second of all it’s none of your business what I do in my fr…” You couldn’t finish the sentence since Hyunjin interrupted you.

“Y/N, just listen to the hyung. He’s right. You are messing up the choreography. And we are as tired as you are of repeating it all over again . You need to focus.”

“I am focused! And stop interrupting me!” You raised your voice annoyed that Hyunjin is taking Minho’s side. “You both think that I don’t do anything?! I am trying to be as good as you guys are!”

“Then try harder!” Minho shouted. “It’s not the first time you are messing something up! You are always messing things up! You think being an idol is supposed to be a light job? It’s not a playground Y/N! We are all tired of you and your constant excuses and being fucking tired. If it’s too much then… ”

“I don’t have any excuses! What the fuck you are talking about Minho?!” You were pissed. “I get that everyone is stressed out because of the comeback but don’t yell at me just because you are ruthless fucking douchebag, who thinks that by being mean…”

“Call me a douchebag once again and I swear I’ll…” He started but you interrupted him.

“You’ll do what, hm? Hit me?” You looked at him provocatively and Minho clenched his fits.

“Okay, Allright.” Someone entered the danceroom. “Calm down everybody. Calm down. What’s all this fuss about?” It was Chan, who looked at you and Minho, seeking the explanation. Behind him the rest of the Stray Kids entered the room and looked at the two of you. “Why are you fighting? Everyone in the building can hear you.”

“Apparently Y/N is once again tired of actually doing nothing.” Minho said venomously. “She doesn’t want to focus and I had to change the choreography too many times and…”

“Apparently Minho is treating me worse than he treats others.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t let me take a break while Hyunjin and Felix rested all the time!”

“Hey! That’s not true!” Felix and Hyunjin said at the same time.

“Y/N I told you that you are messing the choreography up and…” Minho started once again.

“And I fucking told you that I’m tired, okay?! Why is no one listening? I have no strength recently and…” You interrupted him. You could feel the tears that formed in your eyes, both because you were pissed and just sad.

“And that’s enough, watch your tongue Y/N.” Chan said firmly, sighing heavily. He didn’t let you finish your sentence. “Y/N, I heard from the boys that the only thing you've been doing recently is complaining. And I actually observed it by myself. If you need a longer break, we can talk with the managers about the hiatus and…” he looked straight into your eyes.

“But I don’t want to go on a hiatus! What are you even talking about right now? Why is no one listening? You know what? I’m done for today.” You said, feeling like you were going to cry. You literally felt betrayed but all of the boys. “I need some time alone, ya know? I am done with all of you.” You grabbed your belongings and left the practice room, leaving all the eight men behind you. Nobody even tried to stop you.

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A few hours have passed. You took a break and spent some alone time outside the building. You had time to rethink and calm yourself down. Maybe they were right at some point, but at the same time they didn’t listen to what you were going to say. It felt like you were just some kind of burden for them or they were annoyed with you with no further reason.

After a long while you decided to come back to the JYPE building once again. It was really late and you were sure that no one was even there. You went straight into the danceroom, where you were going to practise. In the upcoming comeback, you not only had the performance with the danceracha but also had your solo song and MV as a part of SKZ-REPLAY. And at this point Minho was right. You had to master everything.

You took off the hoodie you were wearing and put on the music. The routines weren’t that hard as you thought before. After some time of practising you, being content with the results of your hard work, decided to talk to somebody and share your thoughts. You were still upset with the boys so instead of calling them or your manager, you decided to make an Instagram live. The only people that you could rely on right now were your fans.

“Hello guys, this is Y/N from Stray Kids.” You greeted your fans with a bright smile on your face. “How are ya?” You asked them and started reading some comments. “Am I in the practice room? Yeah, I’ve been mastering the movements for the new comeback… Uhm.. No, no I’m here by myself.”

The fans started asking you questions about the comeback, the track and the boys and you tried to answer most of them with a big smile on your face. But it didn’t feel real. After a few more questions your smile started to drop. You didn’t want to show your fans emotions you were actually hiding all day, but eventually the bubble just burst.

“Y/N is everything all right?” You’ve read out loud as the fans started asking you more serious questions. “Actually… no. Nothing is okay, ya know? I’m tired of being in this band. No, I am fucking exhausted! Don’t get me wrong, the guys…” You started and suddenly smirked looking straight into the camera. “Or you know what? Fuck it. Get me all wrong!” You laughed a little. “Maybe if I say what I’ve been trying to say recently, you’ll actually listen. Because believe it or not, there are people who don’t listen.” You let out the little giggle. But it wasn’t a happy giggle. You were trying so hard not to show the emotions that culminated in your body, that now you couldn't even pretend.

Your fans started to be more concerned about your mental state. The people who were watching you at that moment were just scared. You didn’t act normal. You smiled at the camera, but there was something in your smile that no one could even name.

“I’m happy! I’m happy! I’m happy today!... Hey! Put on a happy face!” You sang and started laughing. And your laugh was echoing in the empty room. Everyone who was watching your live was scared. But you didn’t care. The comments have stopped. No one dared to say anything. People were just looking at you but they didn’t know what to do.

……………………..

At the same time that you were having a mental breakdown in front of thousands of people on the Internet, eight men sat in your dormitory, accompanied by managers, and watched you silently. They were either horrified or concerned, or both at the same time. Mixed emotions consumed them.

They were sure that they were the cause of your breakdown. Recently, they haven’t been very understanding. They didn’t want to listen to your silent cry for help. They were too focused on themselves that they didn’t see that you also had been experiencing a hard time. The instant remorse immediately seized them.

“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing again, but this time you laughed hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back.

It was the only thing you added before you truly switched. They looked at your live with horror in their eyes.

“Hyung… We have fucked things up. We all did.” It was I.N. who dared to speak, breaking the heavy silence. And those words will stay with them for a really long time.

@ihrtlix

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therealvinelle · 9 months

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What's your opinion on the fandom's obsession with Smeyers mormonism? I'd just recently discovered your metas(and they're so interesting btw they brilliantly expand upon the almost kinda psychological horror esque feel of the characters and story). But then I go into your replies and tags expecting everyone to marvel at your genius exploration of what's eluded to in the canon text or just the likelihood or natural outcomes of certain scenarios and decisions that have/may have not happened in the context of the overall story. Instead it's most of the time just a bunch of people going, "Aha. Confirmed it! That's so because Meyers a Mormon" or "See, that insert literally anything happened because of the Mormom themes, characterizations and ...idolization??? of insert literally any character/aspect of the lore. "

It would be a lie to say it isn't irritating even speaking as an atheist because it literally stifles any actual exploration of nuance within the books. Any theory, character analysis, or legitimate in/out of universe explanation in regard to canon can be boiled down to such an archaic supposition. And it's not just your blog. I see it everywhere here on tumblr when discussing anything twilight. Even people indifferent to twilight and twilight antis alike are of such strong conviction that they erase any character's belief or motivation or really anything Meyer has said in regards to that matter

Seeing as I'm running a doylism purist blog I obviously agree with you. The author's religious belief are a non-issue to me when I read Meyer's works, or anyone else's for that matter.

I say that, but there are exceptions - there's something strikingly Calvinist permeating the world of Harry Potter in that people are born good or bad and the juxtaposition between Tom Riddle and Harry Potter seems to boil down to Tom being a bad person who will make bad choices while Harry is a good person who will make good choices, and this extends to the rest of the cast and the Hogwarts houses as well. However, these are children's books with Good Guys and Bad Guys and I won't pretend to understand what's happening in JKR's brain, and so you won't see me saying that Harry Potter is Calvinist: merely that there are parallels that can be drawn.

Similarly, taking a step outside the YA genre I find that Victor Hugo's own political and religious personal journeys are reflected in Jean Valjean and Marius Pontmercy, but while it adds to the reading experience it doesn't make me see the characters any differently. They stand on their own.

I bring up these examples for a reason - sometimes, no matter how Doylist you want to be, you read a book and you can tell that, "oh this is an allegory for apartheid", or "I can tell the author is writing about personal experiences with trauma" or the plain old "you know, this feels like the author was projecting a lot" (frequently found on Ao3).

Twilight, for me, is not one such work. My thoughts on Mormonism and Twilight are summed up here, but one point I feel I should make is that although Twilight never read as Mormon to me, I also straight up know very little about Mormonism, so who knows, maybe I would be picking things up if I was more into it. As it is, however, the analyses of Mormonism in Meyer I've seen have been consistently reductive and superficial, where things like "Carlisle is a young blond leader -> Joseph Smith, the Cullens are a perfect family -> they're mormons, nobody in this YA series drinks alcohol -> they're mormons" are presented as compelling evidence, so I've yet to be convinced of it.

To actually answer your question though, I would just block "Mormonism", "LDS", and "Joseph Smith" on tumblr saviour and smile blissfully at my Mormon free dash. In fact I would do that anyway, regardless of what the Twilight fandom is posting.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight fandom #twilight religion #stephenie meyer #harry potter #harry potter religion #harry potter meta

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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Height bullshit.

Trafalgar law x fem! reader

Warning: reader being EXTREMELY tall like at least 8'9 in height while law is 6'5. Also, slightly ooc law cause you know... For the sake of this oneshot. Also, reader being slightly scary.

(Also, I KNOW jean Bart is huge but for this one shot, reader is a tad bit taller cuz what, do you want to b a giant compared to our beloved victim dear, law?)

"I hate being this goshdarn tall..." (Y/n) grumbled to herself as she had to duck her head on multiple branches of the trees.

"What do you mean? Being tall is cool!" Ikkaku gasped

"To you that is, look at me. How much am I fucking suffering?"

"That's right, because taller people usually gets found easily..." Jean Bart scoffed

"(Y/n)-ya, jean bart-ya" law called as the two 'giants' stared down at him

At (y/n)'s stare, however, law shivered.

No one has ever seen (y/n) looking up at anyone, literally. She never placed herself under anything taller than her, even Jean Bart is slightly smaller than her.

"(Y/n)-ya... Stop staring at me like that" law muttered

"Ah... Sorry captain" (y/n) apologized and stopped staring.

"I need you two to carry some crates up since the rest of the crew finds them oddly... Heavy" law said

The two nodded and headed off to carry said crates

While they were talking about whosh going to get specific crates at the wooden port, law looked down at both of them while standing on the deck.

'how can a normal person like (y/n) have grown as tall as 8'9?? Isn't the average height for a woman is at least 6 feet?' he thought, 'i can understand on Jean Bart cause he has some genes that are art giant... Thinking of that, I have never seen her genes... Maybe I need to get some of her DNA to run some tests regarding her genes.'

"Yes... I'll take this and you take that" Jean Bart agreed making her smile

"Okay"

....

Reading a book under a tree, law walked up to her.

Even her sitting height was as tall as him.

"(Y/n)-ya" law called making her hum and look up from her book, "do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"Oh, of course!" She answered brightly and scooted over to give him some space to sit on

He sat down and looked up at her.

From his point of view, (y/n) had shadowed dark eyes, her neutral expression could be mistaken as a scowl, and really, she's just really scary.

"Hope you don't mind but will you please stop staring?" She laughed softly without even looking at him, "it makes me self-conscious"

"Oh... Sorry" he looked away for just five minutes before looking back up

"Why do you keep staring at me like that? Do I have something in my face or something?" She asked with a small nervous laugh

"I just want to know how the fuck did you get so tall like that, do you have gigantism?" He asked

"Hmm? Oh, no... My father is just... Really tall. About ten feet... So yeah, my normal height is 8'9... It's liked the height in my genes are relatively strong no matter how tall the other DNA particles are." (Y/n) hummed

"I see... Have you always been like this?"

"No... I remember being the average height when I was 15, but then I suddenly hit a MASSIVE growth spurt and now I'm this tall" (y/n) laughed a bit

"No, like... This scary, I mean no offense but, have you always been like... That"

"Oh! Yeah... My parents said I mostly have father's everything, like from the eyes, skin tone, sometimes even the voice. I think the hair is from dad though..." (Y/n) hummed

"Dad?"

"Hmm? Oh, you don't know.. haha... I have two dads, one I cal dad and the other I call him father or papa. So... Yeah"

"But... Two males can't possibly make a baby, I know because it's genetically impossible!"

(Y/n) hummed as she shrugged, "I don't know exactly, but just know that I am a hundred percent their child." (Y/n) scoffed

He swallowed thickly, 'does she not know surrogates or adoption exist? Or she knows but her parents have never told her about it...?'

....

Exploring an abandoned lab, it was just (y/n), law, Shachi, and penguin, it was... Rather unexpected because it was purely out of curiosity that they explored.

(Y/n) already didn't feel good about the place but didn't object seeing as though how her captain's eyes glimmered when he wanted something.

So right now, they were walking through the endless halls of the lab until they found something that is... Worth something.

Law inspected it to his own interest.

'that... That's something called a "test tube". It allows experimented beings to never wake up until the liquid called 'mortalization' is powered off...' she thought as he inspected it further wishing to know what it is.

'and that is a control panel, it controls how much shock and energy goes through the said test tube's liquids inside...' she thought again when Shachi was inspecting the control panel.

"Penguin... I suggest you mind your steps, right behind you can cause a massive fire." She said as penguin looked behind him only for his elbow to bump some of the chemicals over.

Before anyone could even process what just happened, the fire immediately spread throughout the entire room.

As it turns out, the whole room was flammable, and maybe that's why, was because the whole place was SOAKED in old gasoline that it doesn't have a scent anymore

The fire spread out faster than you can imagine.

They all ran out the room and into a burning hallway.

Shachi and penguin ran first while (y/n) ran last to make sure no one was left behind until law caught his foot on something and tripped

"Captain!" (Y/n) yelled as she helped him up only for a large pile of burning wood to separate them, "penguin, Shachi, you guys go ahead and find an exit from there, we'll find one here!" She yelled as the two looked at each other and nodded before running off

"(Y/n)-ya, my foot's stuck!" Law panicked as (y/n) helped him out of it

"Calm down captain, limit your oxygen intake" she warned and got it out before starting to run again, only this time, she was carrying him on her back considering she's running so fast now.

Her head was kept low as to not overwhelm him with all the smoke and the height difference

Law may or may not have accidentally took this chance and took a good look on her face.

Despite the panicked expression, he can still see the determination and the gears in her brain work as she runs through the endless halls.

He sort of felt proud...? He just kinda did.

Now, she turned the wrong way by accident and now being cornered by the fire with him on his back.

Her first priority was to save HIM for some reason... It's like her own health was negligible at this point. Looking around until she saw an air duct vent right above her.

She placed him down momentarily and removed the grid easily due to the rust and threw it away. She had to lean into her tiptoes just to see where it led. And it lead outside!

"Captain, quick. There's not much time, jump into these vents, they lead outside" she instructed and lifted law to the vents.

"Quick, hold my hand, I'll pull you up." He offered as (y/n) looked behind her.

"No... I won't fit..." She sighed and looked up at him before smiling.

Law was entranced, all the time he only saw her look down at him menacingly, but with this angle... She looked like a sweet angel...

"Go, law... I promise, I'll find my way out. Please save yourself" she reassured him as he swallows thickly and nodded

Law's pov

Leaving her behind, I can't help but worry if she's really going to be alright, the crawl space was just right for me and found the way out.

"Did you find it, law?" She yelled

"Yeah!" I yelled back and pushed hard on the grills

It DID lead me outside as I jumped out of the air duct, "I'm out!"

"Good! Meet up with the two, I'll find my way" she said before I heard her run off.

I went back to the main entrance where we had entered and saw the two idiots there

"Captain!" Shachi yelled as the two ran up to me

Penguin hummed, "where's (y/n)?"

"She's still inside, let's go get here... Quick!" I said and turned to the building before it exploded in fire.

"(Y/n)!" I unconsciously yelled out her name.

Why was I doing this...? Did she matter to me more than I had known?

All the times I can't help but feel off about her, the temptation to cling unto her was enormous, even the fact that I wish to be with her 24/7 without any complaints.

Do I have to admit? Of course I do... Maybe it's too late...

My ears started ringing as the explosion's afterglow.

It is too late... (Y/n)...

"(Y/n)..." I muttered

I love you...

"Captain!" Shachi yelled, "were you okay?!"

Maybe seeing as though with unshed tears in my eyes, the two backed off entirely, maybe not literally but they did back off.

"Captain... Are you..." Penguin mumbled as I turned to him without even leaving my glance at the burning building, "are you alright...?"

"I..." I simply muttered before hearing glass break.

Of course it was on the top floors of the building,

So it turns out, (y/n) had to jump out of the second floor window just to escape the second explosion and landed on the hard ground along with the glass shards.

She groaned for a bit and immediately sat up, I saw a rather big glass shard pierced her shoulder and some light wounds on her body because of the broken glass.

She saw me and looked glad I was alright

"Law! La- uh- I mean... Captain! You're alright!" She said as she ran up to me, clutching her arm tightly with pain wincing in her eyes, "I hope you are!"

"I'm alright, but your shoulder!" I managed to yell

"As long as you're fine, I'm fine... Now let's get outta here before the marines catch us!" She yelled and we ran off.

...

"Aww... Too bad I have to wear this cast for a month just to recover" she sighed as I groaned

"You're also in a strict month off where no work, no activities that involve physicals, and just relax. Alright?" I ordered as she pouted rather cutely

"Fine!" She scoffed.

I can't help but chuckle at her immature pout and glare, at this point, I kind of... Stopped bothering about her height... It was just height, after all.

"How old were you again?" I asked

"24, why?"

"You're 24?!" I gasped, "I thought you must e been at least like... I don't know, maybe 29??"

She just stared at me blankly before furrowing her brows with a groan, "I don't look THAT old... Do I?"

"I mean... The height is just... You know"

"Hmph. It's just height bullshit, it shouldn't determine my age" she pouted and looked away, sulking.

I can't help but laugh at how absurd I probably was, even before, I thought she was all death considering her glare was different from other piercing flares people have sent me in the past, but after all that has happened, it somehow made me realize I'm focusing on the wrong points...

Because even after her own height and eyes, inside, she's literally just a child.

"That's very cruel of you captain, to laugh at my misfortune" she scoffed

"I'm sorry, really, I am." I seized laughing, "I knew you were slightly different from the others but I didn't expect you to be like a child."

"Hey!"

It caused me to laugh even harder and also effected her to laugh softly as well.

For some odd reason, her laughter filled my ears and soon my senses as everything I had in me broke loose and just made me want her... A lot.

"Do you really think I'll be healed in a month?" I heard her ask as I snap back to reality

"Hmm? Oh, that's the estimate. If you take care of yourself, then yes, it will"

"Oh... Oh. That's too fucking long"

"You really can't speed EVERYTHING up. You know?"

She just huffed

Meanwhile outside...

Shachi and penguin giggled to themselves when they saw Law's rising blush on his cheeks whenever (y/n) would strike him unknowingly with her cute administrations or actions.

"Captain's being lovestruck~" penguin sang

"Will he even realize that?" Shachi asked

"He should, eventually... You know? If he doesn't, then might as well help him out right?"

"True."

Later...

(Back to 3rd pov)

"(Y/n)-ya, how's the cast? Are you adjusting well?" Law asked over diner as she nodded

"Kind of an odd feeling, but I'm adjusting to it well." She answered, "good thing it's on the arm I don't typically use, or else I'd be totally useless" she laughed

"I see... Just don't flex it too much, slight? Especially the shoulder."

"Copy that" she muttered, "is it normal that it kinda stings? The wound, I mean"

"Of course, it's healing."

By this point, the crew noticed how law would mainly talk to (y/n) and his way of speaking to her,

By this point, the crew, except (y/n), knew he liked her.

Of course (y/n) never knew cause she just thought he was just doing his role as a captain and a friend, that's why he was acting as such.

(And partly because she thought he was guilty since he got out pretty much harmless while she got out with several wounds)

But in actuality, she kinda(?) Liked him from day 1. He was caring and compassionate about his own crew but she somehow thought he was unto her considering he glares a lot and she doesn't know why.

(And here folks, is a classic example of miscommunication)

After a month had gone by, it was time to remove the cast in which was held after dinner.

And all throughout dinner, Shachi and penguin were pestering Law into admitting how much he liked her while (y/n) was on the other side of the room speaking to Ikkaku about a few stuff like makeup and dresses because Ikkaku wanted a second girl's opinion.

"Do you really think a red dress would suit me?" Ikkaku asked

"With your skin tone and eyes, of course it would." (Y/n) grinned making Ikkaku hum

"I imagine it and yeah... It hink it'd look cool!"

"Do you have a dress in mind?" (Y/n) asked

"A puffed up sleeve-"

"Ew. No" (y/n) grimaced, "I suggest an off shoulder one. It's much more... Let's say classic but helps the elegance your personality holds, but that's just me personally, alright?"

"How come you know a lot of these, (y/n)-chan?" Bepo asked

"Father used to give me a shit ton of 'lessons' about fashion and stuff, which is just him showing his wardrobe to me and showing color pallets that might match with a person's skin tone, like how yours would be perfect with either red or blue. And if you pair it right, yellow."

"Really? What's his wardrobe like?" Ikkaku asked excitedly

"Mostly suits in different colours, and sometimes, he shows me beautiful gowns and dresses he wore himself, sometimes platform heels and shiny heels with a pointed tip. He loves the shiny ones specifically"

Ikkaku gasped with sparkles herself, "your father is a crossdresser?! And he's very open about it ?! That's cool!"

"Mhmm... He's the one who kinda told me that clothes never had gender, just sizes. Choose your size and if it fits, you wear. Literally. He never even cared if I wore a 'boy' outfit, even if it was against school codes back home but he wouldn't care and question the principal if he was a little perverted bastard for caring what a child wore to school." She shrugged, "father is more into dresses though, he can fight freely with them."

"Your father is a fighter?!" Klione gasped

"Both my parents are, actually... One of them is skilled with a short almost four times bigger than themselves while the other is equipped with a big ass bow that literally can be snapped in the middle to turn them into two identical hand scythes."

"That's awesome...!"

"Truly, they are pretty awesome" she hummed

"(Y/n)-ya, it's time" law called as she looked at him and nodded before cautiously standing up and following him to the infirmary.

...

"Okay... This feels refreshing" she hummed softly and stretched her arms

"Let me remove the bandage in your shoulder" law said as he moved to be behind her.

She sat on a bed that was lowered enough for her to be at least eye level with him

She removed her uniform and let him remove it.

A pretty big scar being left behind in the previous stitched up wound.

"It seems to have healed quite fast, let me remove the threads" he mentioned before he started doing so.

She waited patiently for him to finish, and when he did, right after cleaning the wound, he kissed it causing her back to straighten and an electrified shock go through her spinal cord down to every single nerve her system has.

"Eh? Captain...? What was that for?" She asked and tried to calm the heat gathering in her cheeks

He just stared at the wound for a few moments and walked to be in front of her, "look... I'm sorry I got you hurt like this"

"Huh? It... It's alright, really" she smiled softly

"No, no... If I hadn't tripped-"

"Captain." She cuts him off, "it wasn't your fault... It was an accident... Don't apologize for something that was never your fault. It's really alright, and besides... It was the only way out and I wouldn't have fit even if I tried."

"I...-"

"Captain... I promise you, it is not your fault, I don't blame you... I'm glad you... Everyone got out safely without repercussions or whatsoever..." She smiled brightly at him

At this moment, he knew she was the one he wanted to spend his entire life with, well at least what's left of it.

"I... Still... Thank you for thinking about me first..." He let out a small smile making her laugh

"That's the spirit!" She grinned

He didn't know what came over him but he stepped forward and smashed his lips over hers.

It made her froze but eventually, she came over the initial shock and responded to him.

His arms wrap around her waist as hers were wrapped around his neck, pulling each other closer to one another's embrace

"But seriously though..." He mumbled against her lips, "don't do that... It scared the living shit out of me... I thought you died."

"Sorry... But don't worry, it was just a burn scar..." She smiled as he hummed and pushed her down into the bed.

"Captain..." She gasped

"Just my name..." He muttered and placed his hands on her hips.

"Law?" She hummed and leaned up, propping her elbows against the bed.

"Yeah. Just use my name... It's up to you if you want to use it privately or publicly, I don't care..." He hummed and proceeds kissing her passionately

"I don't think a hospital bed is the place to do what you want" she laughed as he agreed with her

"Let's go to my room" he smirked making her hum

"If it fits me" she shrugged

"Oh it will... It's kinda big considering Bepo sometimes sleeps with me in there."

....

"Law... Hng-" (y/n) sighed as law rode out her orgasm while he go straight to his own.

"(Y/n)... I'm close" he groaned as he bit her neck

"L-law... Please" she cried softly as her nails were dragged across his back.

He grunted and felt himself so close to release.

The feel of her plush, velvety walls clench around his member was overwhelming but pleasurable.

"(Y/n). Where..." He panted and felt one of her hand caress his head and her legs circle around his waist

He smirked with a chuckle and kissed her passionately

...

"Law..." She groaned at the aftermath and curled herself against him on the bed

"Hmm?"

"I'm kinda hungry" she muttered

"Let's go get something to eat then,.there's a bar in town" he says as (y/n) slowly sat up and felt her legs literally go numb and be sore at the same time

"Fuck..." She groaned to herself

"Oh shit... I fucked you pretty good, Huh?" He grinned darkly as she scoffed at him

"Whatever" she rolled her eyes with a pretty satisfied smirk

Law smiled softly and kissed her cheek before helping her up and making sure she doesn't hit her head on the ceiling

#trafalgar law #law x reader #random #trafalgar law x reader #night thoughts #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #law smut #law x you

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deeptrashwitch · 19 days

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*During a insomia night, inside Witch's mind*

So, who are you again?

A fictional girl

Yeah well, it doesn't help me to understand

Start writing and you'll figure it out

...I need to sleep, I'll lead with you tomorrow

*ends up writing (and even doing the picrew) at midnight to at least keep the idea out of her mind for a while*

Yeah...the thing below just appeared while I was trying to sleep, and now I'm writing about her. It's a new OC, and she'll be Ghost's civilian girlfriend. And no, she has nothing to do with my main timeline, so there won't be anything related to her on my post about the Specters.

I'll leave this programed and then go to sleep. See ya!

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OC: Samantha "Sam" Cohen

Nationality: American

Age: 34

Date of birth: 15th january 1990 - Richmond (U.S.A.)

Residence: Washington D.C

Profession: Marketing director

Height: 1.72 m/ 5"7' ft

Weight: 70 kg

Blood type: A+

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationships

Simon "Ghost" Riley (boyfriend)

Mike Cohen (older brother)

Lily Cohen nee Dupont (sister-in-law)

Valerie Cohen (niece)

William Cohen (nephew)

David Cooper (friend)

Irene Sayre (friend)

Jayden/Cassandra Fisher (friend

Trivia

-Her main hobby is make flower arrangements, using many type of flowers. Sometimes Simon helps her, and he even has learned how to do some crowns.

-She loves cuddles and always hugs Simon when they are on their bed, she even plays with his hair when they are looking a movie. And she's the only one who'll ever see Simon all lovey-dovey and clingy, so anytime people says he's cold, scary or things like that, she cackles internally.

-When they visit her brother, she always plays with her nephew and niece while the rest talk calmly.

-She's the second oldest on the group, only Cassandra/Jayden is older than her. Irene and David always mock them because of it, but they love the little brats anyway.

-She tends to be explosive, it can be when she's excited or pissed off. Her reactions are usually effusive (read as: laughter when she's happy and ugly cry shen she's sad), except when she's furious (if she ignores you, then you really fucked it up).

Random quote

"Are you saying that Ghost is scary and cruel? That Ghost? If...you say so, I guess" -talking with a random rookie (who got punished later by said Lieutenant)

When and how met their partner?

She met Simon through a dates app, to be honest she was intrigued because his profile just said basic things (no likes, hobbies and what not) and his photo was him with the baclava. They went to the African Art National Museum and walked for a while in silence, until, when they saw an object from the expo, Ghost commented a non-classified anecdote about a mission in Africa where he learned a bit about their ancient cultures. It called Sam's attention, and they started a conversation, more like Sam asked many things and Ghost answered.

Also, she wasn't exactly stingy with the compliments, admired to find out thar her date knew such interest things. Then she found out about Simon's shyness when it comes to compliments outside of work, because he was blushed and a bit nervous down the mask he was using (he'll deny it all his life, tho). And when the date finished, she was the one to ask him for a second date the next time he had a free day, to which he happily agreed.

And from there, it's history as well.

#witch moment #ocs #oc #simon riley x reader #sorry i didn't put much info #i'm tired as i write this #i'll give her more story soon #i promise

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duckprintspress · 4 months

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Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributor Terra P. Waters

Another day, another AETHER BEYOND THE BINARY creator to shine the spotlight on!

Before we get to that, just a note: hi, I’m Nina Waters, the lead editor, the person running this campaign, and the one who writes all these blog posts. I’ll be traveling for the next four days (Friday, Jan 12 – Monday, Jan 15) to vend for Duck Prints Press at Arisia in Boston. As a result, I will be slower to answer messages, reply to comments, and post updates (I’m going to try to post one, but I’m not sure I’ll have time). I appreciate your patience while I’m less available. And if by some chance, you’re attending the con, make sure you come and say hi! I’ll be at table D14 in the dealer’s room.

Now, on to Terra…!

About Terra: Terra is a scientist by day who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family. She has been writing fiction as long as she can remember, and has always told her partner of 17 years that if she wasn’t a scientist, she would be an author. During grad school, she discovered fanfiction and immediately began writing her own. After many years and several fandoms (including Teen Wolf, Hawaii Five-0, and Stranger Things), she returned to writing original fiction. To date, she has self-published two novellas in a 90s-nostalgia polyamory comedy series and has drafted two YA/NA sci-fi novels. When not doing science or writing, you can find Terra indulging her yarn addiction and knitting.

Links: Archive of Our Own | Tumblr (pterawaters) | Tumblr (terrapwaters) | Instagram | Bluesky

Terra has previously published one short stories with Duck Prints Press, a Patreon-exclusive entitled The Wayward Timekeeper, and she also wanted to share a few of her works from AO3:

Kope Kamekona (Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Catherine Rollins/Danny Williams)

Forever’s gonna start tonight (Stranger Things, A/B/O, multiple ships and ot3s)

Other Delicacies (Our Flag Means Death, Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet) – this is the piece that Terra used to apply to Duck Prints Press, and several of us reviewers liked it so much that we sought it out and read the whole thing even though we aren’t in the fandom!

An Interview with Terra P. Waters

What motivates you to create?

My love for the ideas!

How did you pick the name you create under?

I’ve been using the name “pterawaters” since 2009, when I joined fanfiction.net. “Ptera” came from an old gaming character I had, “Ptera the Pterrible,” and “Waters” was a last name I really liked the sound of. For my original writing, I decided to go with a more conventional version of the name. I moved the P from the front of my name to the middle initial as an homage to my fannish writing name.

What do you consider to be your strengths as a creator?

My ability to brainstorm scenarios and know how to outline the plot from there. Longer-form works, where I get to dig into the character motivations and development. World building.

What do you consider to be your weaknesses as a creator?

Short stories, creating characters who serve the story I want to tell, adding enough description around the dialog and plot.

When and why did you begin creating?

I’ve been writing since I was a kid, and even took a lot of creative writing classes during college (aside from my science major). I get a lot of joy out of thinking “what if…” and then turning that idea into a story.

Are you a pantser, a planner, or a planster? What’s your process look like?

I’m most often a planner. I like to outline the story beats of any project before I write. Sometimes, I’ll be more of a plantser. I’ll write 1-2k words of an idea before I do the rest of the outline, so I can see if it’s an idea worth planning out further.

Which of your own creations is your favorite? Why?

I wrote a story called “Entanglement” that was part of a long Stranger Things fanwork series. It’s absolutely my favorite thing I’ve ever written, and I’m excited to get to the point where I can incorporate the rewritten version into my sci-fi series.

What are your favorite tropes?

Polyamory, First times/Getting together, Forced proximity (cuddling for warmth, only one bed), Soulmate AUs, Omegaverse, Fake relationship, Friends to Lovers

What are your favorite snacks and/or drinks to consume while creating?

I like herbal tea, candy, or a crunchy snack like popcorn. I’ve recently gotten into eating roasted lentils, which is a nice substitute for not being able to eat nuts anymore.

What is your “dream project” – the thing you’d see as the culmination of your work as a creator?

I want to finish a series of at least 4 novels and have them all in print.

When you look at your “career” as a creator, what achievement would you most like to reach – what, if it happened or has already happened, would/did make you go “now – now I’m a success!”?

I would like to have at least one full-length novel printed and for people to actually buy it!

Tell us about your pet(s).

I have two orange cats, Gadget (the chonk) and Gizmo (anxiety in animal form).

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received?

Finish the thing. My writing got so much better once I forced myself to finish fan works so I could put them up for other people to read. Practicing the first part of writing a story without practicing how to write the end leaves you never finishing anything.

Terra’s Contribution to Aether Beyond the Binary

Title: Ancient Hearts Unearthed

Tags: academia, alternate history, cancer, character illness (serious), f/nb, f/f (background), fat, first kiss, friends to lovers, getting together, hospital, modern with magic, mystery, non-binary, panic attacks, past tense, phobia (claustrophobia), pining, professor, scientist, third person limited pov

Excerpt:

Victoria turned and ran a hand over the runes again. “What bothers me is that these are early Age of Aether markings. You see the way they’re using archaic forms of our letters?”

Sasha leaned closer. “I’ll be damned. This doesn’t match the bronze-era artifacts in the rest of the cave, either.” They made a tiny humming noise. “Who else would have this much knowledge of ancient runes?”

As Victoria leaned as close as she could to the wall, she asked distractedly, “What do you mean?”

“Obviously, it’s a fake,” they said, mulling over the problem in their head. “Sanderson has wanted my place on the admissions committee since he joined the department.”

“What if it’s not a fake?” Victoria made a tiny, excited noise. “What if this is early Aether Age work? What if this is a secret that’s been buried for almost a thousand years?”

Sasha’s heart swooped at the thought. “We have to find out what that inscription says.”

You've read the interview! You've read the excerpt! Now go back the campaign!

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Chance Encounter

Chapter 16

Chapter 1 // Chapter 15

warnings: talks about sexual abuse, fluff & comforting (& if ya see this warning I haven't properly proofread yet sry heh)

summary: You wake up next to Arthur and you both decide to have some breakfast at the saloon. Arthur uses this opportunity to bring up something from your past.

info: I had to get the conversation out of the way, and yes, there will be smut next chapter *starts sweating*

2900 words, 14 minutes reading time

You woke up with Arthur's face close to yours. His eyes were shut, and heavy, regular breathing suggested he was still fast asleep. You had eventually gone to bed after your conversation yesterday. You hoped that Arthur had finally understood how much you cared about him and how you didn't care at all about getting shot. Well, to an extent, because though you wouldn't admit it to him, you had woken up due to the pain in your leg. Most important however, you didn't blame him for that. With as little movement as possible you moved your head to get a better look at Arthur. He was turned towards you, his arm embracing your waist. He must have been so exhausted yesterday and seeing him sleep peacefully filled you with relief and joy.

Shamelessly, you took some time to study his face. You'd have loved to look into his eyes, but for now you preferred them closed and Arthur asleep. His eyelids rested calmly, no twitches or movement which might hint at a dream he was having. One could tell that Arthur's nose had been broken before, it looked beautiful nevertheless. You watched as his nostrils moved in accordance with his breaths. His hair had become a lot longer since the first time you had met him. You remembered him complaining about his hair a few days prior when you were out on a job with Lenny. He cursed a hair strand which was getting into his way whenever he wanted to aim with his gun, you and Lenny had shared a good laugh about it.

Also, his beard...the kiss had happened about one and a half days ago. You had been out cold for a good amount of that time, but you wished to feel his beard tickle you again when you kissed him. The beard could also be scratchy, you noticed this when the kiss had gotten more passionate last time, but you couldn't care less.

Since he held you at your waist, you were pretty close. The heat that radiated from Arthur's body did a better job keeping you warm and comfortable than the thin blanket wrapped around you two. Valentine, despite it being summer, had the interesting tendency of cold and fresh mornings. But close to Arthur you didn't feel that cold. Everything that separated your body from his were two layers of clothing. This thought excited you for a moment, before you calmed down again, soothed by Arthur's breaths.

You dozed off again and only woke when the big man stirred next to you. His tired gaze met yours, and for a few moments you enjoyed each other's lazy blinks. Sometimes you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, contemplating if you should open them again or go on sleeping. Staying awake was the better option, because now you could actually look into Arthur's eyes, which made you smile. Your smile was answered with a slight movement of Arthur's lips, also curling into a smile.

"How yer feelin'?", Arthur asked in a raspy voice. His arm which rested on your waist moved and fearing he'd move it away, you gripped his hand, shyly playing with his fingers. "I'm fine", you nodded. This was not entirely true. You were about as happy as one could be, sharing a bed and cuddling with Arthur, but your leg hurt like hell. It was balancing on the edge of making you grind your teeth and bringing tears to your eyes, but you just barely managed to keep your composure. It was fine when you didn't move it too much. You figured that being happy and being in pain kind of cancelled each other out, so you were "fine", though you knew Arthur asked about your leg rather than your mental state.

"Okay...good", Arthur replied, giving you one last smile before he slowly sat up. You groaned unhappily of him getting up so quickly. But yet, though you had cuddled a lot when either you or both of you were asleep, he never was a friend of staying in bed long in the morning. As if he was embarrassed or scared of something.

Arthur went to the water bowl and splashed some water into his face before he sat down on the chair and got into his trousers and boots. Even now, he smoothed his hair back with his wet hands, preventing strands from falling into his face. "I think I'mma see the barber today. Won't take too long. Would you meet me at the saloon in half an hour? Then we can get some breakfast", Arthur suggested.

"Sure", you affirmed. You were pretty much dressed already but limping to your room to get your stuff and then down to the saloon would take you half an hour anyway. Slowly you proceeded to the edge of the bed, sighing in relief when you got your feet on the ground and managed not to shed some tears.

"I never told ya...I think...", Arthur began. You looked up to him, as he was buttoning his shirt. He cleared his throat before he continued: "But yer really beautiful. I - erm. I always thought you're beautiful. Never told ya before though...and you tell me I'm handsome all the time...so...I just thought I better tell you..."

Arthur was struggling a lot to get those words out. You saw him blushing and avoiding your looks, which made you smile even wider. You were aware that your cheeks were red as a tomato too, but how couldn't they!? "Thank you", you mumbled. Arthur looked vulnerable...and deliciously teasable.

"But you know...you don't have to say that I'm beautiful because I tell you that you are. I don't want you to say this kind of stuff because you feel like you have to", you stated.

"Wha-", Arthur looked confused, "I don't say it because I have to!"

"You sure, though? I mean if you don't feel the same you can just tell me...", you prattled. Your head started to spin as you caught up with your own words. What if he doesn't feel the same?

"God - damn it, woman!", Arthur whirled around and grabbed his journal off the table. He browsed through the pages, stopped and held the journal under your nose. There was a sketch of you. Undeniably and easily recognizable in Arthur's pencil strokes. It was a wonderful sketch, maybe he had highlighted some of your more beautiful features a bit too much. "I never planned on showin' ya 'cause it's not a good drawing. Doesn't do ya justice,...but if ya keep talking like that..." Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired the sketch. There was some text too, but you were too tired to decipher it. Arthur let you take his journal to have a better look at the sketch. "Look at the date", he remarked. Your eyes searched the page for numbers and quickly found them at the top left corner.

"But this-", you started. "Yeah", embarrassed, Arthur took his journal and closed it. The date had been from two months earlier, when you still worked on Emerald Ranch and Arthur stopped by from time to time.

Energized by this little confession of his you limped to your room and gathered all your few belongings and then made your way to the saloon. You didn't put any weight on your injured leg, so the crutch was proving quite useful, but it took longer than you would have wanted, especially trying not to sink into the Valentine mud on the streets. On your way you realized how hungry you felt. You had barely eaten anything yesterday and felt accordingly weak.

Arthur stood in the window of the saloon, lighting a cigarette just as you walked by. A smile formed on his lips as you admired his new haircut. His hair wasn't particularly short, but they wouldn't get in the way when shooting, at least. "I'm starving...", you mumbled as you entered the saloon. "I can only imagine", Arthur commented. Cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he walked to the counter to pick up two plates of oatmeal that the bartender had just provided. Arthur sat down opposite of you and smiled satisfied when you started to dig in. Silence settled on the table, only disturbed by slurping and the spoon hitting the plate.

"Uhm...I was meaning to ask..." Arthur cleared his throat, "Am I yer first?" There was some insecurity in his voice, nevertheless, it was stern and curious. You almost choked on your oatmeal. This had come out of nowhere. The feeling of hunger had disappeared as quickly as you had noticed it only ten minutes prior. "What -? I...", you started. You weren't even sure what he meant. Your first what? Man you love? For sure. Sex? A feeling told you he was asking about the latter...

"No...though the last time I...it wasn't really my choice", you stuttered and dared to look up from your oatmeal. You forced a smile to your face. Arthur had his eyebrows scrunched and looked at you inquiringly. That conversation was going to be tricky. It was easier to look back to your meal. Slowly you lifted your spoon to your mouth. It was barely possible to swallow the flakes, you felt like you had to throw up.

"Y/N?", Arthur said as he lightly kicked your boot of your unhurt leg/foot. Oh shoot, had he called your name before? You had spaced out, with old unpleasant memories coming up.

"On that ranch?" You nodded. "The boys that tried drowning ya-?" "Among...others", you whispered, your cheeks red and your stomach hurting. Through your lashes you looked at Arthur who seemed to swallow some of his anger with a spoonful of porridge. "I'm sorry", you apologized. You didn't know if Arthur might have wanted to know that earlier or if...that made you undesirable.

"Sons of bitches...", Arthur cursed, "I should go back there and kill 'em. We can stop there on our way to camp." You felt your blood leave your face and panic rise up: "Please don't!" The man opposite of you looked surprised, as if he had expected a different reaction. "I don't want to go back there", you blurted out, "And I don't want you to kill for me!" The thought of going back to Emerald Ranch gave you shivers. It had never been that bad when you actually lived there but knowing that a different life is possible and you didn't have to see those people ever again - you'd kick and scream before someone brought you close.

The tears burned in your eyes as you held eye contact with Arthur. "Okay...I'm sorry. Of course we can just...not go." "I just don't want to think about them", you offered further explanation, hoping that Arthur would understand. "Sure, yeah...", Arthur agreed as he finished his breakfast. You didn't take another bite, afraid you'd get sick. Now that he knew about that, another worry started to come up at the back of your mind and had quickly overtaken your thoughts.

Careful not to choke on your words you asked: "Does it matter?" You were afraid if you should have kept that for yourself, if Arthur might not want you anymore, now that he knew. "What?", Arthur placed his spoon onto the empty plate and looked at you confusedly. His thoughts had already wandered on to other topics. "That I'm not...", it pained you to speak it out loud. You head spun and you got angry at not being able to say what you wanted to say. So you took a deep breath and blurted out: "That I'm not a virgin anymore?"

"What?", Arthur looked shocked at the question and snorted, "Of course not! It matters that some fuckers gave ya a hard time. I'd go shoot them right now but - I won't okay!" He raised his hands in self-defense when you gave him a judgmental look. "Listen y/n, I won't gonna hurt ya...ever. Uhm, the leg was an unlucky exception..." "And not your fault", you added quickly. "Sure, I know", Arthur said sarcastically, but with a smile on his face. He was just teasing you and it cheered you up. At least you had successfully talked him out of his guilt.

Arthur stood up and wanted to bring his plate back to the bar, when he pointed at yours: "Now you go eat that, darlin'. We'll be sharing horses again and I can't have ya be all light-headed and weak again." You smiled, cheekily asking: "Why? You afraid my hands are going to slip again?". Arthur chuckled and despite already having turned towards the bar, he came back to you and pressed a light kiss on your cheek. "Oh yes, very much afraid", he joked and pressed your hat deeper into your face to annoy you.

With Arthur chuckling his way to the bar your mood had finally improved and the oatmeal started to taste fine again. It felt good to have something warm in your tummy, it gave you strength you hadn't felt for the last day or so. Your ride towards camp also felt better than your trip yesterday. You were glad you sat behind Arthur, as your constitution probably wasn't good enough to stay on a horse yourself, but at least you weren't dizzy or suffered from a headache. Your leg hurt, for sure, but you knew that it was the wound healing instead of cracking open again.

You had your hands lazily resting on Arthur's hips, the horse's pace was slow enough for a light grip to make do. You didn't feel like pulling your moves from yesterday, instead you enjoyed Arthur's contentment. The two of you made a game out of greeting every person that rode by. If it was a stagecoach with closed curtains, you would make up the wildest stories of who was riding in them, and Arthur would laugh about them and call you silly. When there was nobody else in sight, either of you would strike up a song and argue when your lyrics differed. Neither of you were particularly good singers and you'd tease each other if one messed up a note too badly, but you had a lot of laughs.

As you came closer to your camp in Clemen's Point, you simply hugged Arthur and rested your head on his back. He hummed silently for a while before he stopped and admitted: "Thank you for joining me on this trip." You sighed happily: "Always." The trees cleared away and in front of you lay the camp. It barely took you a couple of seconds to hear the commotion.

You recognized Dutch's words: "Everybody just calm down. Now I know you're worried, but we have everybody looking for him and we're gonna find this boy." Arthur had barely jumped off the horse and helped you down, when Dutch came strolling towards you: "Arthur, have you seen that boy, Jack?" "No", Arthur answered. How could he, he had just returned with you.

Abigail strode towards the group that first had listened to Dutch and had followed him to you and Arthur. "Where's my goddamn son", Abigail shouted desperately, "Where is he? Where's my son!?" You and Arthur shot each other a quick glance as you understood: Jack's missing. "They took him, didn't they? They took my son", Abigail wailed.

"Who took him?", Arthur spoke. You heard his voice shift. While he was all soft talking to you and singing songs on your ride, something business-like settled in his voice as he asked that. Hosea joined you. He side-eyed you and hesitated a second as he saw you standing wonky on one leg, then said to Arthur: "We think the Braithwaite woman took him. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers sound like Braithwaite boys."

The next few events happened so fast, you'd replay them in your head over and over just to slow them down. Dutch reassured Abigail they'd get Jack back and started to march to the horses, together with Arthur and Hosea. Bill and some others offered to join. You whimpered silently and as if Arthur had heard you, he turned around quickly and was with you in a couple of steps. "I gotta do this, y/n", he said. You nodded. Of course. You knew that. "Be careful", you warned. You were way more anxious then you showed, but you guessed Arthur knew, because he gave you a slight smile and with a smooth motion swapped your hats. Arthur loved his hat, it still had the lavender twig stuck to the cord. "You take care of that for me", he said, "and I'll make sure to get your hat back save." "And the man wearing it, please", you smiled.

Not a minute has passed before most of the men had rode out. You sat down on Arthur's cot and tried to rest. Grimshaw caught up with you and inquired what was wrong when she saw you using a crutch. She left you with "That's the last thing we needed right now." You fell asleep eventually, not realizing when Arthur came back at night and only waking up when Lenny shook you awake. "Hey y/n. We're leaving." He quickly filled you in on the events you had missed. The Pinkertons had been in your camp, and you had just slept through it. Your body really took every chance of rest it could get but damn. Apparently, Arthur and John had rode ahead to clean a building, Shady Bell.

You weren't much of a help with packing, but you tried your best not to stand in the way. And just like that, a couple of hours later, you arrived in the swamps. You watched as the doors of the mansion swung open and Arthur greeted everyone with the words: "Welcome home...all of ya! To my humble abode."

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Important notes: As we are coming closer to me ending the fanfiction (idk...like five more chapters max) I'll tell you at this point that though I've been following the game's mission timeline (more or less) Arthur won't be getting TB here anytime soon. I better tell you so you're prepared. His redemption is loving y/n I guess heh. Yes. I just want them to make out without worrying that he gives her tb and kills her ugh

next chapter: here

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 fanfiction

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melishade · 1 year

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Attack on Prime: Worthy of Love

Main Story

“Have you ever been in love?” Hanji abruptly asked, lying down on the metal table reading Golden Age Text.

Optimus paused his typing on the neutral ship’s key board, taken aback by such a bold question. “Is there…a particular reason you are asking this question?”

“Curious,” Hanji answered, sitting up in response, “Based on what I can read, your people do talk about romance, but in the term of ‘Star-crossed lovers’.”

“There is a possibility that it is referring to ancient text older than the Golden Age,” Optimus explained.

“True, but Historia told me that Megatron referred to Ymir as her ‘conjux endura’. And according to Buckethead himself, that does mean soulmate.”

Hanji then stood up and cracked her neck. “So my guess is that romance and love and stuff like that do exist on your world. You did live in a time of peace before the war, so did you go on any dates? I’d ask Megatron, but-,” Hanji snickered, “That asshole’s in love with his own ego. I’d doubt he’d have room for anyone else. So-!”

Hanji stopped her ramblings when she noticed for a moment, that Optimus’ facade had fallen. His face was plagued with guilt and his optics were full of sorrow.

“Optimus?” Hanji called out hesitantly, and the mask immediately returned as Optimus turned to face Hanji.

“Yes, Commander?” He replied.

Hanji’s lips formed a thin line. “Never mind. I’m sorry I asked.”

Hanji was prepared to return to her work, but-.

“Once…but…it was a long time ago,” Optimus answered her question, but Hanji still caught a glimpse of the sorrow in Optimus’ optics.

“Thank you for telling me,” Hanji said before returning to her notebook.

“…have you ever been in love?” Optimus decided to ask.

Now it was Hanji’s turn to be taken aback before she busted out laughing, holding her side and trying to catch her breath.

“Absolutely not!” Hanji recovered as she wiped her tears, “I was a rambunctious child with a frog of my head who only cared about getting dirty. No one would come near me. I’d always be called a ‘freak’, and no one wanted to be associated with that. There’s always a certain standard women have to appeal to in order to find love sometimes, and I just never fit it. But it’s fine. It’s not like I really cared for that anyway.”

Hanji waved it off before writing something down in her notebook. It was something that didn’t really bother her. It didn’t honest. She lived a risky life, and even if she survived, people were always off-put by her personality and lack of fear. No one would love her as is, and she could live with that.

“Hanji.” Hanji looked up to see Optimus by the table looking down at her. He rested his arms on the table.

“You are worthy of love,” Optimus declared.

And Hanji’s heart stopped before she started laughing again. Of course Optimus would say something like that. It’s almost like he knew what was going on in her head. “Well, thank you Optimus. And you’re also worthy of love too.”

Hanji was almost devastated when Optimus looked away in shame, like he didn’t believe those words thrown back at him. Hanji walked over to Optimus and rested a hand on his arm.

“Optimus,” Hanji began in a serious tone, “You are worthy of love. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their other.”

Hanji rested head on his arm. “And if there is anyone that holds your heart, I hope they treasure it…,”

Hanji couldn’t finished her statement, but it didn’t matter as Optimus gently rested a digit on her back.

“Thank you…for your kind words, Commander,” Optimus said.

Hanji smiled a little at that. This was okay. This was good

(Some of you guys are going to devour this shit. Ya flithy animals. Enjoy it. I typed it from my phone.)

#attack on prime #tfp #transformers prime #attack on titan #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #ao3 #fanfic #maccadam #macadam #tfp optimus #optimus prime #hanji zoe #transformers #tf

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wack-ashimself · 8 months

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The Barbie movie is the most meta thing ever made (fuck you deadpool).

Spoilers.

First…15-20 minutes, I was not feeling it. Way too much atmosphere for a place we knew we’d be most of the movie. But I think it was to more trick you (which it does, a lot) that the movie is going ONE way, then goes another. There were many times foreshadowing was so in your face, you wonder why they even did it. But then you realize (again) it was a trick: think you’re so smart cuz you see something coming cuz it was a red herring! They didn’t give a FUCK you knew about it; here’s some other weird fucking twist.

It was funny. I just watched strays (also with farrel) and that movie had like….5 solid laughs. Rest were just dick jokes. Barbie was significantly funnier. I almost am irritated because I had to rewind it a few times cuz sometimes it was good 1 liner after another, no pause, so you don’t even have enough time to finish laughing at the first one to let the humor of the next one sink in. I LOVE THAT> It makes a movie rewatchable. Top 3 funniest? 3-almost anything will farrel said. I feel like his was partially improvised, and it worked. It so fucking worked. Like, they’re chasing Barbie out of the lobby, get stuck by a short jump-able gate, screams for a keycard, THROWS it at the gate like a madman, freaks out that they can’t get thru (again, JUMP-ABLE), it suddenly opens, and he runs like a bat out of hell. He gave it to this performance! THE BARBIE MOVIE, and Will Farrel brang his A-game. 2-Ryan Gosling. His overall performance too. Cuz I NEVER find him funny in anything (even his SNL skits), but he was so SO fucking over the top that, even when it didn’t work, IT WORKED, ya know? Like it was so tongue in cheek cheesy, you almost were choking on the gouda. Do you know how hard as an actor it is to overact, intentionally, but to make sure it doesn’t look like it’s overacting? Not even going to name a specific moment; I’m just glad he made me finally laugh (the Nice Guys was overrated). 1-MARGOT FUCKING ROBBIE. Cuz she was hilarious as the straight/dry humor. Deadpan, kinda. And she had SO many fucking great lines when she came to the real world (dark comedy-when she first arrives and realizes she’s objectified like it NEVER happened before). Fav moment? Easy. Near the end, given up, Weird Barbie finds her. She straight up says something the lines alone ‘Now I’m ugly and weird like you’ but NOT in an insulting way, more ‘that’s life now.’ And Weird Barbie’s reaction? OMG. I was trying to be vague so you can watch it, read (or reread) this and go ‘OH YEAH!.’ Like I made some fair observations but didn’t give enough details as to ruin the joke. I needed a good laugh, and this movie delivered.

Now, why is it meta? Best way I could say it, HONESTLY? It’s like the movie took a mirror to the worst in (typically USA) men, shoves it down their throats (in a comedic way. As the saying goes ‘If you’re going to tell somebody the truth, you better make them laugh, or they’ll kill ya’) and does the same to women, but more their weaknesses than worst aspects. I see why men hated on this: it is 100% pro women, men fucked everything up, etc. I ain’t wrong cuz in the end, I thought they would give the Ken’s fair representation in the Barbie government, but NOPE. SO…how does that make them better than men? Do I believe the real world would be better with all women in charge? For the most part, yes. I genuinely do. But I don’t think they’ll solve everything. And I don’t know if making sure a particular type of people having no say in the world around them is a good thing. But fairly, I’m also the one that says rob billionaires and drop them on an island to rot so….I ain’t saying I have the answers. But the Barbies (MAJOR SPOILER) taking back their city from the Kens, cuz the Kens were…ignored and not heard, but then not giving them any way to be heard in the government (or even housing….) is a MIXED ENDING at best. NOT HAPPY. ‘The Kens brainwashed the Barbies.’ HOW? And how do you know it wasn’t just the one? Cuz the other Kens, in the end, chanted after Ken like…copies. It felt like the Barbies were all original, but the Kens weren’t. Maybe they were brainwashed too. It felt hypocritical to open with Kens not having houses, Barbies all in dream houses, travel to the real world, experience real things, Ken became pro male freak, takes over Barbieland, somehow brainwashes the Barbies (I don’t even think HE knows how he did it), over claims what is his (doing 100% what Barbies did to Kens. Just returning the favor), Barbies outsmart them (turned them to war. I liked that. Smart), take back full control, and they change NOT A SINGLE THING FROM THE START except the Kens can have one LOW LEVEL representative. Were Kens the good guys? NO. Were the Barbies? FUCK NO. So cheering on it going back to the same is….sad. Kens-still no where to live, no voice in government, nothing has improved. I just feel like that ending was saying ‘Hey. A world where women treat men exactly like men treat women would be better, but they would oppress in a similar fashion, but it would be better!’ is a weird fucking message to end on. I just wanted the men to get housing, and SOME in government (not many. I’ll admit-they went nuts, but when you have NO power and are given ALL power-you go crazy.)

That’s what I loved/hated about this movie. They went into the lore, but then at the same time went ‘fuck lore. Our house, our rules’ so they could do anything, but explain NOTHING. Like my fav DUMB/GENIUS moment in the movie was when Farrel, lead of Mattel, is trying to explain why Barbie coming to the real world is not a good thing and all (ALL) he says is ‘It’s just bad! It’s a bad thing!’ Loud, over and over, arms flailing. So they CLEARLY wanted to gloss over that. Which is cool but…that’s like an ace up the sleeve: you can only play that card SO many times before we know you’re cheating.

The END ending was….ultra meta. Go watch andy weir’s the egg on youtube. No joke (NO JOKE) that philosophy/spiritual concept matches….like…..60% with the ending (more visually if you watch the right one). It’s a MIND fuck. Summary: her creator says she’s an immortal idea, wanting her to live every life, but she wants to go down and live her single life. For her. Her way. Girl power. Lol It’s…awesome. Then they end with a FANTASTIC punchline out of nowhere that I REFUSE to ruin. IT’S A PERFECT ENDING JOKE. PERFECT, I TELL YOU!

So I gotta say: not what I expected, but only in the best of ways. I knew it would be funny, but not THAT funny in THAT many ways. Ultra political/social on many issues, and I was cheering on every one. Toxic masculinity sucks, self doubt (and a society that pushes it) sucks, men can cry, crying feels good for everyone if done right. Like, SIMPLE things MANY ADULTS do not admit to. That’s why I like this movie: appear like it’s for kids, market it for adults, simple for kids, cuz SOME ADULTS DIDN’T LEARN AS FUCKING KIDS. This is what I call a smart dumb movie. It dumbs down smart stuff for dumb people, but, keeps enough smart stuff in for smart people so they don’t feel like it’s one big fucking lecture. Cuz it is in a way. We all need to change, and this movie pushes that narrative. Fuck one of my fav quotes that I already posted was how all life is is change…

Barbie: 8.9/10.

(Not a 10/10 because the singing and dancing was not my thing, and outside the very opening & dance/fight number, it felt unnecessary. Also the plot holes/ending. Seriously, I would’ve given it a near perfect despite everything else, but the fucking ending of Barbieland. She SAYS she’s not a fascist <tho she admits they control the currency….>, but an oligarchy by any other name is an oligarchy. Seriously. And then they shrug off the years of shunning Weird Barbie. Just….this movie felt like ‘girl power! Don’t hate anybody. BUT you can treat people less than you if they’re not a Barbie.’ WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE IS THAT!? If I was a kid trying to find a moral lesson in this, it would be an aneurysm can be caused by a movie.)

Fav part? The entire lecture(s) (WAY WAY too much to quote. I was going to, but it encompassed good part of like 5-10 minutes. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT TAKES TO TYPE?) the mom gave to the brainwashed Barbies. I have never wanted to be a woman: biologically to socially speaking, you guys are treated, worldwide, second to men. I actually believe the average bigot is more hateful to a woman than to someone of a different race. I understand why (see above. Men are conditioned by other stupid fucking men.) But….I swear to you on my soul….her original lecture (then with her added mini lectures added in) gave me the weirdest…pride. Like, I always knew you guys have it bad. As I said: I HAVE NEVER wanted to be a woman (and I am even talking if only biologically speaking. God dam, you got the short end of the stick. Periods, cramps, menopause, pregnancy. More prone to a lot of cancers. Dying at birth!? HOLY FUCK!!! Side note-USA has THE HIGHEST pregnancy deaths for a first world nation.) But….this movie made me realize the…benefits to being a woman. I NEVER SAW ANY. You guys love more than men, by far. Help more than men, by far. But are treated so fucking poorly and…I don’t know why you don’t rise up and kill a few billionaires. YOU ARE MORE THAN CAPABLE. Lol Just…I dunno. I always knew what GOOD women brought to the world. I just could never appreciate having pride being a woman when it’s so-fucking-difficult in this world we live in. But I get it now, I think. Maybe because of how unbalanced this plane of existence is to women, when they get thru (not if), there’s a strength few men can attain. Let alone respect. If men can’t do it, they think it shouldn’t be done. I want to say thank you women. I have always tried to appreciate you (except the stupid times I wasn’t), but I guess I never saw/appreciated your female pride. I never liked the word pride. To me, it has be earned. And no one chooses to be a woman. But maybe cuz you were forced into birth lotto, and had the odds against ya, you still came out on top, ya know? I dunno. I just….few things actually INSPIRE me anymore, and that did. It was saying something I deep down knew, but needed it said in a monologue so I could see the whole picture. Cuz I knew everything she said, but I guess when it is ALL laid out, you feel the weight of the whole blanket of the concept instead of a corner. Kudos. I am glad this movie exists. I think it will help a lot of people. Sadly, one of them being the pro-Israel Mattel male CEO a lot…

and I’m not gonna go off on the Israel thing. Just…it’s like being pro-USA: it just means innocent people are going to get hurt for greedy people. Weird note to end on but fuck you; my blog. I’m a Barbie bitch! Lmfao That will piss of some CIS straight white guys being I’m one of them…for now. WHO KNOWS> Maybe the movie made me GAYYYYYYyyyyy. Lmfao No. The whole time I was more focusing trying to remember where I knew everyone from: FUCK TON of famous people in this movie. HAHA. Should make a Barbie bingo to play during this movie. Not a bad idea…

#barbie #movie #movies #movie review #movie reviews #margot robbie #ryan gosling #will farrel #mattel #michael cera #israel #deadpool #spoiler #spoilers #meta

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Happy! Lucky! Smile!

Hhw relationship headcannons

Authors note: yo I had a request and I wanted to answer it but it deleted on me...then the account deactivated....BRO IF UR READING THIS IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. But hey I got it out for ya homie 💪

Kokoro

She adores you! She pinches your checks daily always going on and on about how cute your are <3.

She doesn't like being away from you not even when she has to sleep. She will give you privacy but like as soon as your in school "Y/N!!"

She's energetic normally but when she sees you the energy multiples ten fold.

She almost jumped off a class room from the window to see you.

Your dates consist of going to carnivals, those food truck stands in random alleys, and first row seats to hello happy world shows! You even get to be the witness to hhws next big project. Totally doesn't involve Kaoru going somewhere high

She doesn't tell you outright but she has the suits on you just incase

Private time with her you always end up playing a game together where you end up being super tired so you sleep over at hers, only on breaks tho that's when you two don't have school the next day then you just leave early. Doesn't stop her from sleeping over at yours tho. She packed like she's staying for weeks.

Her dream dates a date where you two hangout quite literally when tomorrow begins she's already outside banging your window "Y/N!!! Y/N LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE~!" "Kokoro?!? It's like 11:20?!" "Come on come on let's go!!" You stood there shocked but got ready anyway by 11:50 you two were out of there "Why are we waiting outside- ily but don't tell me you woke me out for a stupid reason..." "were waiting for it to reach 12:00" "...your kidding me" she wasn't. The rest of the day consisted of hot air balloon rides, arcades, roller coasters, and ending it off with a sleepover.

She let's you see behind the scenes that the public usually doesn't

She doesn't get jealous like at all. Your with someone else for a long time doesn't mind

You made a joke using a ring pop asking to marry her you had to convince her not to go through with the wedding like she already rented out a whole city just incase.

She sometimes sneaks up to your classroom windows during her lunch break she broke into your gym class once too...

She found out you liked video games and once she totally didn't rummage through your things to find your favorite one you'd find a present by the door of the games merch, Misaki managed to stop her from setting it up

The band also finds you fun and a better event organizer than Kokoro. She may have cool ideas but sweet Jesus were they dangerous. You made sure those ideas wouldn't flop and tested them to see.

She dreamt about settling down and maybe adopting a few pets...a whole zoo

She likes resting in between your thighs. The best pillows in her opinion besides your chest. The closer she is to your face the better

She loves it when you flirt with her publicly. Like when you wink at her, blow kisses, holding her by the waist. She takes it as a sign. A sign to announce her love to you later! She knew you didn't like public displays of affection THAT much. As soon as your alone with her...."Y/N ILY SM MWUUUU" "ilyt Kokoro but your gonna ruin your makeup.."

She loves spoiling you, you have to convince her not to overspend the times you fail...its like a mr beast episode dear christ

She sends you WAYYYY TO MANY MEMES like as soon as she finds something funny she sends it to you, scrolls sends the video to you. she sends you her whole fyp 😭

Hagumi

She loves every aspect of you! Even when it's a bad day for you she still thinks your cute!

You and her started dating when she kissed you after a game during finals

She hugged you so tightly in the locker room confessing she loves you. You said you liked her back and bam

She likes hugging you from behind. A surprise attack!

Whenever your sick she sleeps next to you. On the floor. She didn't want to get sick too but she's o so clingy

She likes kissing you on the forehead, lips and checks, all the things she likes about you are on your face!

Her love language is physical touch and words of admiration. She loves every bit of physical contact you give her. Even if you touch her hair or brush your hand against her. she's more energetic and happy

She found you at a grocery store and offered to pay for it for you despite carrying her own. You told her you'll pay for it yourself, she was a little sad tho, you ended up letting her pay for snacks

She kinda expects you to lean on her more often with things. Need help with homework? I'll finish it for you! You need to cook? I'll cook a Thanksgiving dinner! She does this so much you had to basically put her on time out

She loves seeing you at her games, even if your the opposing team! In fact she makes it a challenge! If she wins she gets whatever she wants the day after the game no matter if it's a school day! You get the same

What does she usually want? A date! Maybe doing something active or if you aren't in the mood or just not active she's down to play a game or bake with you

She pretty much senses every time your gonna go shopping. She's going to join you. Not ask....join

She randomly tells you bass facts "DID YOU KNOW BASSES HAVE LESS STRINGS THAN GUTAIRS?!?" "Hagumi go to sleep..." "did you know bass strings are longer~" "Hagumi..."

Only a forehead kiss will shut her up

She has too much empathy...she falls for the homeless scams...to much you have to pull at her so she doesn't give money to em.

The band likes you. You were calm and critiqued Kokoro when needed. They even let you keep things from the show like hats or just get you your own outfit or just for a surprise something signed by your favorite celeb

Speaking of celebs you were going nuts over one at a concert. She felt jealous when you spoke about them afterward. Its not that she thought you would leave her if the celeb asked you too...but what if you did, what if you found the celeb more attractive?! WHAT IF YOU MOVE AWAY WITH THEM. You would know she was jealous if she starts pointing and tugging at your sleeve. You had to reassure her by pointing out traits her and the celeb shared.

She doesn't let you out of her sight whenever your alone with friends just because of this. When you tell her you wouldn't leave her she's like "🤨.....really?!?! 😳"

She enjoys piggy back rides after games, sleeping on your back is her favorite thing while walking home. Sure it's near impossible because you carry a bookbag and her weight and the bookbags isn't gonna be a good time. But when it does happen she enjoys it to the fullest

Plushies! She buys one for you..alot....you have a wall because of her no worries! If they ever fall you think you might drown...turns out she almost did. She knocked one off trying to reach for you. A wave of plushies almost drowned her

Kaoru

You were dragged to a school play because your sibling was in a show and she saw you in the crowd looking bored. She made it her mission to make you look in awe or at least smile! She ends up looking for you during the after show

She failed to talk to you but at least she has your name

She beings asking your sibling what you like and learned your in the same class of her and began her mission!

She began casual conversion with you and learned about your liking of Shakespeare, who she quoted from time to time. You being dropping your guard around her eventually making you laugh. Seeing this for the first time she blushed looking away and covering her face. How were you this...cute..

Ok...how she wants to marry you. She should marry you! She completed her plan to make you smile now it's time for marriage!

She began by giving you a flower after school almost ignoring her fans to see you. She also "conveniently" shows up to shops you go to. You began returning the favor by giving her candies.

She took this as a sign you liked her. Que her starting to treat you like a fan! You weren't really liking it so you spoke to her. That was one of the times you got to experience Kaoru Seta not just the girl that lives to make everyone her "kitten". Kaoru apologized and you said it's fine and then you two hung out more and more since.

She confessed to you at your place where she held a ring pop up to you "my dearest ki- friend you've bloomed in my heart like a rose showing off its petals after bathing in the sun will you be my s/o" a little corny...you said yes

Ever since you became her s/o you started getting her out of situations with fans a little more just to spend time alone or go to a shop together

Her fans started speculating you two were in a relationship, you two promised to keep it secret, you just denied saying Kaoru was only a close friend

She gets treated to miso soup on the down low. Usually when her fans aren't swarming her. Usually when she's like this there's alot of hugs and she becomes just a little more shy

You and Chisato like talking about her and usually tease her together. She always ends up hiding her face. Always something to giggle about

She likes kissing your hand when greeting you

You began to learn that Kaoru doesn't know what she's saying half the time. That's where you step on to correct her from the crowd acting along with her. Her fans tried the same only for other fans to correct them

You copied some of her gestures. She started acting with you till you kiss her hand. Her speech becomes all stuttered she almost dodged a kiss in the check-

She let you meet the band. Everyone liked you but Misaki kinda thought you were just as idiotic as the three idiots. You weren't! Thank goodness. They treat you like family after stalking you for a while making sure you were good enough for there guitarist

She begged you to join a play as a love interest. When you did she wouldn't stop hakani spamming/saying fleeting while circling you. "AH MY DEAR YOU'RE SO FLEETING~" "Kaoru what are you doing- someone help-" "Hakani~"

Speaking of fleeting you had to be held back the band from telling her what fleeting means. It just wouldn't be the same...

The band kidnapped invited you to the second Hello happy phantom thief event. You were so confused who was holding you and lifting you. You tried to escape their grasp only for them to hold you tighter. You screamed as you disappeared with the figure. It was only when you were alone with the figure you noticed their purple hair. "Kaoru?...OH YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME-" "my performances are normally this fleeting <3"

You found out about her fear of heights when Kokoro left you two on the balloon with guards ofc. You held her hand and even asked to go with her. They only let you go before her for safety reasons. So when she did eventually sky dive afterward she flopped into your arms. "Did I fall like a swan my dear?" You sighed and giggled telling her "you fell like a brick a very teary fleeting brick"

Kanon

Ah yes her own personal navigation device

You tell her there's a turn and you turn and she turns another way. She doesn't notice you aren't by her side till she looks over and just sees you've vanished. You've walked with your arms locked since then

She likes knitting with you in fact that's how you told her you liked her. To made her a penguin...(attempted if ya don't knit) she panicked and ran out of the room. When class was dismissed she ran up to you and asked if the offer was still on the table

She get so shy at any show of affection. The only way you can show affection without her getting all shy is gifting her something without you in the same room as her

Speaking of gifts if you ever give her one expect her to try and return it. You tell her she doesn't owe you anything but she does it anyway

You like spooking her sometimes from behind. "Boo" and her hair sticks up and she turns around so slowly only to learn that it's you

Chisato met you and did a whole vibe check to see if you were good enough for Kanon. You passed...barely but your good enough for her so your ok.

She also likes watching movies and eating sweets with you. In a warm blanket too? She'll never wanna leave

You got to meet the band and watched them practice. They love you sm, even tho Kanon talks about you every chance she gets

She even day dreams about you while practicing causing some careless mistakes

Her ideal dates a picnic with all homemade food in a field filled of flowers

Your dates usually consist of Café hopping, and amusement parks in summer, you've noticed hello happy world watching you two

Please tell her you love her she's very insecure about it. She always thinks your way out of her league

You took her to an aquarium and you two would leave with her gushing about jellyfish

You like whispering things in her ear whenever your alone with her. The instant blushing is enough to make your heart melt

She likes doing things with you, especially cooking. Even if it turns out kinda...strange...it's still edible!

She knows when you try to sneak up on her for kisses. When your trying to scare her? Nah she doesn't sense you, but for affection. "Y/n what are you doing?"

The one time you did get her she was covering her face and rolling on the floor

You buying her new scrunchies for whatever event calls. It's like yk what hhws planning next. It's another phantom thief "I got one with little masks on it <3" they're about to sponsor plushies? "It has little bears <3"

You convinced her to sleep over. It's nice cuddling with her you do hear occasional fue~s tho and she shivers like alot. She's so nervous about you two being so close. So she doesn't face you for the other half of the night. When you wake up the next morning she just won't look at you for the rest of the day.

Misaki

You were her desk mate and only talked during turn and talk

You started conversation with her about a band called Hello Happy World

" the bears so cute~" "Yeah I guess"

She was feeling good so she decided to get you a ticket. "wait really? It's sweet but I already have one let's go together!" She didn't really mind going with you the problem was that she IS the bear. So she told the band about it. What did they do? Ask Chu2 to be Michelle! Chu2 exploded laughing "YOU EXPECT ME TO GET IN A BEAR COSTUME AND PERFORM NURSERY RHYMES HAHSHAAHAHAHA" turns out Chu2 had nothing planned for that day so you got to fangirl over hhw with Misaki

You two became even closer afterward and began going to each others houses to do school work. You had to leave to the bathroom and when you got back you saw a little "go out with me?" On top of your homework. You heard the door open seeing Misaki with some snacks you pretended as if you didn't notice as soon as she put them down. "Ilyt Misaki" she jumped back in surprise "I...I meant going out for a date" "your mumbling~" "ah am I?!" She looks away "this is so embarrassing..." "you like me don't you <3" "shut up" "hehe~" your relationship was kinda weird after than you weren't sure if you were dating or not until you asked her a week after. She looked away again bushing "I mean...if you want to"

And so you started dating Misaki. She set up a few rules when you started dating too

She prefers affection in private, she doesn't want people she barely knows making jokes about it.

Whenever you are alone she sometimes lays on your lap to scroll her phone. She also rants about her day and Kokoros antics

Speaking of Kokoro you found out Misaki was Michelle through her arguing that she was a bear with the others. You joked about your girlfriend was a bear.

Speaking of Michelle she managed to grab ya once. You jokingly started screaming and asking for help when someone actually appeared to see you getting aggressively hugged by a bear...that person was one of Kokoros guards who closed the door and let Kokoro know immediately

"MICHELLE I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS" she bursts in, only to see you and Michelle hugging. "Oh..." she closes the door once again

Later Kokoro asked if she can get free hugs too. You just gave her some yourself. That's how the band began treating you like an older sibling

She likes going under blankets with you. Because you either end up kissing, your sleeping on her chest or vise versa. It's warm under there too another good thing about blankets

You found out she knits and decided to learn to surprise her. You knitted her a small plushie and left it in her room. Then when she came over you saw a little plush on your bed. You giggled and asked her about it, she looked away avoiding the question

She whispers in your ear things she wants to do when others are with you. "Lets go get some snacks" "we should get going". This is usually with the other band members but sometimes they hear her and act heartbroken "YOUR REALLY GONNA LEAVE US MISAKI" Ok maybe they aren't acting.... you had to reassure them you'll be back tomorrow

On weekends you usually call her if she wants to go out the next day. Your dates are usually only things you can afford. A Café date here and there, a walk through the park is mostly what your dates are.

Your parents found out you were dating someone and celebrated. "YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?!? HONEY" "DAD NOOO" they invited her over started an interrogation then asked her to leave. As soon as she left your parents look at you and sighed then started tearing up. "She's perfect" "there there honey *sniffle*" "you two probably gave her a heart attack for nothing" they got up opened the Door Misaki was in and welcomed her to your family.

She likes twiddling with your hair/fingers when you two are just hanging around

She almost made a Playlist of all your favorite songs and keeps it secret like you have to get REALLLLYY close to hear small bits of your favs play and that's pretty rare considering how flustered she gets when your so close

She sometimes kisses your forehead when your asleep. She likes the expression you have when asleep. If your still awake she looks away ashamed you caught her

#bang dream #bandori #bandori x reader #hello happy world #hhw #kokoro #kaoru seta #kanon matsubara #hagumi kitazawa #misaki okusawa

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mageofseven · 11 months

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Hi! I was hoping to get a matchup from the boys.

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ-A

Ennegram: 5w6

Hobbies: Reading, writing, anime, video games, and listening to music (rock, alternative, and musical soundtracks in particular).

How Other People See Me: I get told I seem like someone who has their life together. People often come to me when they have problems, and they feel comfortable talking to me about personal matters. I'm also told I've very smart and am an attentive and aware person.

How I See Myself: I set very high expectations for myself and that can affect my mental health sometimes. I have big dreams but I don't know if I have the drive to achieve them. Otherwise, I think I'm pretty laid back. Definitely a people pleaser.

Hopefully I've put a good amount of helpful information! I hope you have a lovely day and that life is treating you kindly!

~Eren

Okay, first off, I'm curious: do you have Capricorn anywhere in your chart? I know you said your sun sign is a Gemini, but do you have any Capricorn in you? Especially as your Rising/Ascendant sign. As some with a Capricorn Rising in her chart, I just get these vibes from you and I really like it 🥰

You don't have to answer this though; many people don't even know their rising sign so I wouldn't blame ya if you don't know.

Anyway! Onto the matchup!

Ok so first, your sun sign is a Gemini. They are known for being playful, curious, but inconsistent

As an INFJ, your functions are NiFeTiSe or NiFe.

Introverted iNtuition is your primary function. This is a function used in your internal world to map out data, so to speak. You use information given to you from your other functions and have the ability to see things in an overview sort of perspective, see how it's all connected into to make the decision you feel is best.

This is supported by your auxiliary function, Extraverted Feeling. This means you make it a priority to understand how others are feeling on things in life and feed this info into your Ni in order to make the best decisions for yourself and others.

In regards to your ennegram, I know 5s are all about knowledge. They are know as the Investigators. They are insightful, curious, and independent. Their biggest fear is being useless to others.

5w6s are also known as the Problem Solvers. 6s fear being unprepared and crave safety.

Basically, you want to learn as much as you can in hope that it will help prepare you to take care of and protect yourself and others.

All of this paired with the rest of your information brings two Boys to mind and honestly, its hard to choose between them.

So honestly...my advice is to go poly and form a vee or triad with these men

Or like, have them roll dice and whoever gets a higher number can date you?

Idk whichever feels better to you!

But either way

I pair you with...

Satan & Solomon

A playful, curious, and intelligent woman?

This sounds an awful lot like how I write Satan's Kitten and Solomon's little Minx.

These two men would really love your insatiable curiosity and caring heart.

However, I think they'd approach you in different ways.

Satan would crush hard on you for a while before he made any attempt to ask you out and you can bet he'd read dozens of self help books in preparation for it.

Solomon however...boy just wanted to flirt with you 😅 he'd find you adorable and you'd ultimately catch his interest with an iron grip. Solomon isn't the type of man to usually want relationships and usually just enjoys getting reactions out of people, which is exactly how things would start with you two. Eventually, he'd realize how often you fly through his thoughts and how his feelings evolved without him noticing. This would only make his interest in you grow and, unlike Satan, Solomon would have no issues asking you out.

Honestly, please date both of these men. Let Satan be the sweet one who spoils you and Solomon be the mischievous that teases you, but rewards you well for putting up with it.

Just let them both love you and be their Kitten and little Minx please 🥺💕

#matchup requests #t: justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms #lol your name is long girly #~Eren #obey me #obey me otome

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