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Omg more of the Bridgerton brothers AU pleaseee

Sophie was thrilled when she landed a role as part of the band's string section in their international sold-out tour, not just because it was a great professional gig and her chance to travel the world, but because she had been a fan of the Bridgerton Brothers ever since their debut single. She wasn't typically won over by recording artists just because of how attractive they were, having always admired fellow musicians on the merit of their talent, and to be fair she genuinely valued and respected the Bridgerton Brothers for their musicality and their song-writing prowess - but of course their good looks was a nice little bonus she could acknowledge and quietly admire. And while she greatly enjoyed the brothers' stage presence, their amusing dynamics in interviews, and the genuine drive and passion they had for their career; she would be lying if she said there wasn't a brother she liked in particular.

There had just always been something about Benedict Bridgerton from the moment he appeared in their very first music video that captivated Sophie; yes of course he was very handsome and charming and many other fangirls gushed over him for the very same reasons, and maybe Sophie was naive in thinking this but she just couldn't help but feel she saw more to him than anyone else did. Beyond the surface level of his dashing good looks, easy-going nature, and witty humour, Sophie could see how soulful he was as he articulated his thought process when coming up with new music, how innately poetic he was from the songs he was the sole lyricist of, how he had a the heart of a true artist as he discussed how he conceptualised the band's albums and brought them to life during interviews. Yes perhaps she was silly for believing she perceived him and understood him far better than all of the millions of fans he had across the world; but at least she kept her delusional thoughts to herself.

After landing the gig in their string section she was buzzing with excitement, though she rationalised that just because she'd be sharing a stage with them every single night on tour didn't mean she'd have any sort of interaction with them beyond that. She was sure they'd keep to themselves, go out partying on their nights off and surround themselves with groupies, and waste none of their precious free time even acknowledging the orchestral musicians they had hired for their tour. Whatever silly little fantasies she had of having Benedict Bridgerton notice her and somehow fall head over heels for her she buried deep down, anchoring any sort of pie in the sky hopes she might have and instead decided to keep level-headed about the whole thing and simply enjoy the experience and touring the world for what it was worth.

However little did she anticipate that on her very first day during band rehearsals that the first person she would meet would be none other than Benedict himself, both of them reaching the front door to the rehearsal studios at the same time. She hadn't even realised there was another person being dropped off at the same time she was, having been too distracted making sure she had everything as she approached the door and only darting her head up when she suddenly sensed another figure in her peripheral vision.

"Hi." Benedict greeted her, his lips pulling up into his trademark crooked grin.

"Hi." she echoed, in utter disbelief that she was face-to-face with her longstanding celebrity crush.

His eyes flashed knowingly at her, like he knew exactly the effect he had on her and she cursed herself for clearly not being able to play it cool. He then pulled open the door and held it, standing back and gesturing for her to enter first.

"After you." he grinned.

"Thank you." she said, politely bobbing her head and entered the building.

She thought that would be as much of an interaction as they'd have, so she was surprised when Benedict said he'd walk with her to the rehearsal room and even more surprised when he proceeded to chat with her along the way; asking her if she had toured before, how long she had played the violin, if she was familiar with him and his brothers' music before landing the gig. She guessed she shouldn't have been too taken aback by how affable he was, seeing as she had watched enough interviews of him over the years and observed just how engaging he was with whoever he spoke with whether it was interviewers or his brothers. It was rather sweet of him to take the time to chat with her instead of ignoring her like she imagined most big music stars did with people who worked for them, and he even opened the door for her again as they arrived at the rehearsal stage.

"It was lovely meeting you...?" he trailed off as he followed in after her, looking to her expectantly for her name.

"Sophie." she supplied.

"Sophie." he repeated, his grin managing to tug up even higher than it already was. "It's been a pleasure."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Ben." she returned in kind, giving him a small smile and was about to shyly duck away to set up and get her violin out when Benedict said something she wasn't expecting.

"Hey, you got it right." he remarked jovially.

"I'm sorry?" she turned back to him, confused by his comment.

"People normally say Ant or Col's name before they correctly remember which one I am, so props to you for getting it right on your first time." he smirked.

"Well that's rude of people." Sophie responded as her brow gently furrowed.

"Don't I know it." he said. "Anyway, I appreciate you for getting me right."

"It's not about getting your name right." she shook her head. "Getting your name right is inconsequential when I know who you are."

Benedict stared at her curiously and in that moment Sophie regretted the intensity of her response, clearly taking his light-hearted remark about being misnamed far more seriously than was warranted, and she quickly turned on her heel and paced away to hide how flushed her face had gone from coming across weird to her celebrity crush.

Except far from finding her weird in the slightest, Benedict had instead found her fascinating, even more so than he already did her from the moment he saw her getting out of her taxi and double-checking she had everything on her. Sophie had no idea that her idyllic little fantasy of Benedict Bridgerton noticing her and falling head over heels in love with her had actually happened from the second he laid eyes on her, and that from that moment onwards she had captivated him in the exact same way he had captivated her from his band's very first song.

#asks #bridgerton brothers au

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modern-day-bard · 4 months

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 8

I suppose I should have known right away, when Javi walked up to me the next day in between scenes. I had been keeping myself busy, trying not to look his way too often. But when I did peak up and sneak glances, I never caught his eye like I had before. Except when we went on a break. Then we did meet each other's gaze, and something was very off. His face was more solemn than usual, even though by now I was used to the crease in the middle of his eyebrows. He looked almost afraid to speak with me. He approached me and gently placed his hand on my back. Not too high that it felt condescending, but not too low that anyone around us would suspect anything.

"I need to talk to you," he said in a low voice. Even though I knew somewhere in my brain that that specific tone of voice wasn't meant to be alluring, it still gave me butterflies. Those butterflies quickly turned into a twist of worry when I realized how serious his expression was.

And that's how we ended up here, back in the trailer with Jonah, looking down at a far away shot of Javi and I at dinner.

Thankfully, as Jonah had explained, no one inside the restaurant took any pictures. They couldn't see how close we were sitting together or how exactly we were looking at each other. There was, however, one far away shot through the bushes of us being seated together. Naturally, with his being the only famous face out of the two of us, the photo is only of Javi and his smile. They captured the back of my head, but that's it. I think only people who really knew me would recognize me from that angle.

"Are there any pictures from other locations?" Javi asks Jonah, just as serious as he was when he told me we needed to talk. I knew what he was getting at, even though Jonah seemed unaware that there had been any other locations on our night out.

"No, just this one. At least, that is all that we were threatened with."

"Threatened with?" I'd been quiet up until this point, but that scares me.

"It's known with the papers and tabloids that Javi likes to keep his romantic life eminently private. Typically, the photographers will send them to us first, demanding money. We decline, and then they sell the photos to the tabloids like they probably would anyway even if we did pay them." Jonah's voice is so level-headed and calm, as if he's had this same conversation one hundred times. And then a chill moves up my arms as I wonder if maybe he has. I just nod lightly.

"They do this with almost every woman I'm seen with. They even did it with my sister before they realized who she was." Javi explains, clearly noticing that it made me uncomfortable. "It's not always with someone I'm actually dating." He places a reassuring hand on my elbow for a moment, before dropping it far too soon. I nod again, and Javi turns his attention back to Jonah.

"You're sure that this was the only location they have?"

Jonah glances from me to Javi briefly. "As sure as I can be. If there was anything more...compromising, they probably would've used it as leverage. Tried to get more money from you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Javi's stiff shoulders relax slightly.

"So...what are you recommending?" I'm still not sure what this means. I mean, he could smile like that at anyone, couldn't he? It wasn't exactly incriminating.

"Well, that would be up to you two to discuss. Javi and I have always ignored pictures like this. In my professional opinion, it is best not to get involved with these people. If we decline as per usual, I would guess the photos will go live in under 48 hours. After that, it is up to you both if you want to make a statement, or simply ignore it."

At the mention of the timeline, my heart starts to race. Tabloids? My face? Under 48 hours? I didn't even check to see if I was allowed to date the talent. Could I lose my job over this? Dinner seems pretty harmless, and I feel like Lloyd and Dwayne would be too busy to even read a tabloid right now. But is that just wishful thinking? Was this entire situation wishful thinking?

"I will say..." Jonah begins, "and I apologize Ava, but we need to consider the age gap factor. Javi, it could reflect negatively on you if you are dating a production assistant from a current project, especially if she is younger than you. You could be seen as predatory."

"My career is not the one I'm concerned about, Jonah." Javi's voice is icier than I've heard it before. "Maybe we should pay them this time."

"What? No way. I'm not having you pay off these fuckers." Both of their necks snap my way. Maybe this wasn't a time for profanity, but I don't care. "And like Jonah said, they will probably just sell the photos anyway."

"I could have a contract drawn up where they wouldn't be able to resell." Jonah offers.

"No. Thank you, Jonah, but no. There are loopholes. If they agree not to resell those photos, they could turn around and sell other shots from the same night in a similar position. We have no way of knowing if this is the only one they have. It would be a waste of time and money." I'm surprised at how level my voice is.

"That's...a good point." Jonah muses.

"I don't want this to hurt Javi's career. I'll do whatever I have to to keep it from looking...inappropriate. I'm a grown adult. It was mutual. If they want to make a few hundred dollars from a dinner, then so be it."

Javi clears his throat. "No statement will be made. We'll ignore it like we usually do. Thank you Jonah, but I'll need the room to speak with Ava."

Jonah nods, heading for the door. "Thank you," I call after him. He nods on his way out.

"I'm so sorry, Javi. When we first talked and you asked my age, it never occurred to me that it could be damaging to your career. I haven't really thought about your age much, if I'm being honest." I feel like I'm rambling, but that's true. I knew he was older than me, but I still haven't googled him. I just knew that I was extremely attracted to him, and that he was kind to me and everyone else around him. I didn't care about his age nearly as much as I cared about those things.

"You're sorry? Ava, I put you in this position. I should have invited you to have dinner at my hotel, or..." he searches the air for a few moments, looking increasingly frustrated. "I don't know. But I fucked up. I wanted to know you more, and I acted impulsively. I was wrong."

I feel a tug in my chest, shaking my head rapidly. "You weren't wrong. I kissed you! Both times. I wanted this. I didn't think about your career. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Javi takes a step toward me, "I don't want that." He placing one hand on my cheek, and the other on my shoulder. "If they had taken pictures of you outside your apartment–"

"But they didn't," I remind him. "These pictures aren't that bad."

"They could have been. Ava, what I did outside your apartment," his eyes flash to my lips and a shiver runs down my spine at the memory, "It could have destroyed your career. Your reputation. You've been in this business long enough to know how unkind the tabloids and the public are to women in that position. It wouldn't matter that I was even there, they could tear you and your future career apart."

His eyes are full of pain, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. He's right. I don't want to agree with him, but as strong as my feelings are, I can't deny that he's right. I think of my hands pinned behind me on the wall, how pleading my face must have been, how short my skirt was...it could have been a disaster. I think of my grad school homework waiting to be completed, and the office I always pictured myself in. Big windows with palm trees outside, making trips to movie sets just like Jonah had today. Hopefully for more positive reasons.

"You have to see where I'm coming from." Javi's voice is soft and gentle, his thumb stroking my cheek.

I do. I picture the office again and...Javi is in it. He is visiting me on my lunch break this time, kissing me against my desk, and I'm traveling to sets that he is working on. I shake my head, just a little, trying to picture the office as I have before. But I can't. I can't picture it anymore without Javi there in some way, even if it's just a picture on the desk. And I realize that none of this is fair. I should be able to date him, even just casually, without the worry of it jeopardizing my career. As scared as the possibility of being with someone again is, as scared I am of getting hurt, the idea of being without him scared me more. I take a deep breath and look into his big brown eyes.

"I do. I see where you're coming from. But Javi...I want to know you, too. My career is very important to me, but that's just not fair. A few nobodies with cameras get to threaten my future that easily? I don't want them to win. I want to get to know you and continue in my career. I deserve that."

Javi sighs, his eyes looking just as pained as they did before.

"You deserve so much more than that, Ava. I know what I'm asking you to give up, and it's too much. I feel responsible, and I'm so sorry," he strokes my cheek again, "but I can't do that to you."

My heart lurches, and I feel like my feet have cemented into the floor. It feels ridiculous. We've been on one date. But I haven't felt this way in so long, and possibly never before. And after only one date, one incredible date, I already have to give all this up?

"It's not fair," I croak. I didn't realize that my throat had been clouded with emotion. I make a mental note that if I need to cry, it has to be anywhere but this trailer. And definitely anywhere that isn't looking into this man's caring eyes. It's too much. It's all too much.

He moves both hands to my cheeks now, "It's not fair, baby. But at least until this project is over...we need to keep our distance. I won't jeopardize your career. I can't."

At least until this project is over? I know what that means. He's trying to let me down easy. For all I know, maybe Jonah took the pictures as insurance just in case Javi decided he wasn't feeling it with me anymore. I know it's silly and unlikely, but my mind is racing. And regardless, he's trying to end it.

"Well I don't want to end your career either," I cast my eyes on the floor, "But I can't just keep my distance. It's too hard. We should just stop."

Javi's hands fall from my face immediately. "Stop? I was thinking we could come up with an arrangement..."

"An arrangement? And endanger someone hacking your phone, seeing our calls, getting pictures of me going into your trailer all the time on set? There's always going to be something." I fold my arms in front of my chest.

"So, that's what you want?" Javi's voice is full of hopeful skepticism.

I can't look at him. "Yes."

He steps toward me again, still not touching me. But we are close enough to be sharing breath. "Look me in the eye and tell me."

"I don't want to see you anymore," I say to the floor. The first few tears prick in my eyes, dangerously close to spilling over.

"Look me," Javi gently lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, "in the eye." Even though his voice is a whisper, it's incredibly demanding.

I shake my head, looking into his heated gaze. I need to get out of here. The tears are about to fall, and I would like to keep some of my dignity intact today.

"I..." I inhale sharply, causing Javi's lips to part, looking increasingly concerned. "I'm sorry, Javi."

I break out of his grasp, forcing my feet to carry me out of the trailer. I move quickly enough that I get out of there before I can hear him call after me, if he even does. My footsteps feel heavier than they have in years. And as bright as the sunlight hits me when I'm outside, I feel like I walked out into the dark, and left all of my sunshine in the trailer behind me.

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Astrology and the Sexes: Gemini Woman

Gemini Woman:

Title: “The Gift”

For simplicity's sake, I will use the pronouns “he/him” for the male versions of the signs and “she/her” for the female versions of the signs. This is not to say that the people who identify with the male or female versions of each sign identify with those pronouns. This post is focusing on the different sexes (male vs female) not gender. Gender is fluid and I am in no way labeling people with these posts. Also, these posts are focusing solely on the Sun signs of each zodiac, other birth chart placements may cause someone to not fit into everything I have described.

Masterlist

Mind (how they think):

In both her professional and personal lives, the Gemini woman straddles a fine line between innate vulnerability and a strong need to assert herself.

She will often play coy or precocious to disarm the people around her to gain the necessary ground she feels she needs to get what she wants.

She likes to make people excited when she is around. So, she will often be found at the center stage when she is in groups of people.

When you first meet her she will make a great impression. It will seem as though you know exactly who she is but then you see her interact with others and she is somebody completely different.

She knows exactly how to portray herself to others to get what she wants from them.

Her coming off as someone completely different from everyone she meets is also a defense mechanism of hers.

She is rarely as innocent as she pretends to be.

She approaches life with an unapologetic “deal with me” demeanor.

She is very unpredictable. One of her main talents is her ability to make people think she is one way and then completely transform into somebody else the next second.

As the third sign in the zodiac, she combines the aggressive nature and masculine force of an Aries and the more feminine energy of the Taurus that comes before her in the zodiac.

She is in an endless state of adolescent rage well into her old age. This is because Gemini rules the ages of 14-21, she always will have youth about her.

She is acutely aware of her human experience and yet she pretends to be innocent and inexperienced when she is quite experienced in life and especially in sex.

She knows exactly what to do to get a man falling to his knees at her feet. She is quite good at splitting a man in two and emasculating him.

She grew up in a household where her father was the leader and her mother was too caught up in her own world to focus on the family.

She often felt overlooked as a child because of her parents' struggle with their more emotional sides.

She naturally aligns herself with her father because she is very similar to him but at the same time, she also clashes with him.

Her father was often MIA, either fighting addictions or more focused on his sexual issues.

She develops a more sisterly relationship with her mother and may even pity her mom. She will bicker with her mom quite often as well.

She may have had to be the parent to her parents quite early on in her life. However, she will never blame them for their lack of love. Rather she points her finger at her siblings or the situations she found herself in as a kid.

She wants all of her parent's attention and when she doesn’t get it, she will lash out. Which reads as her being stuck in the difficult teenage years that her sign rules over.

Her rashness and “bitchiness” is only a mask to hide the deep hurt she feels for not being loved the way she wanted to be when she was a kid.

Her relationship with boys may make her father upset.

She develops her sexuality quite early in life and purposefully goes after boys that go against everything her dad wants for her.

Her dad is typically blatantly biased id not outright bigoted toward the boys in her life. This is usually a projection of the own repression he has faced in his life.

As she gets older she will start to take on a caretaker role to her mother. Specifically doing her mom's thinking, affectionately bossing her around in the way she witnessed her father doing from a young age.

Emotionally and sexually she tends to act out which can be considered a cry for attention.

Her constantly being described as “trouble” is her way of getting back at the world for robbing her of the tenderness she wanted from her parents.

Body + Soul (what they look like inside and out):

May have been a tomboy when she was a kid.

When she becomes a teenager she is more likely to explore her sexuality.

Other women her age see her as edgy and challenging. She is likely to kick any girl's ass while also being her bestie the next day.

She is often a ringleader when she is a teenager because her mind develops much faster than others her age.

Her beauty and sexuality are very candid. She is not one to fake anything when it comes to being herself. In her mind people can take her or leave her, she does not care.

She is very fidgety. She can’t sit still. She will jump in and out of her chair while simultaneously doing a handful of tasks.

She never wants to miss out on any bit of conversation.

She is almost always exhausted. She needs to learn to conserve and pace herself.

Many people have a hard time keeping up with her because her mind moves so quickly. She jumps from one subject to the next.

She has a breathy voice and tends to run out of breath quite quickly when she is talking because she doesn’t breathe deeply while talking.

She struggles with anxieties and nervous ticks that she is unaware of the origins of.

She is not very self-analytical.

She is very captivating. A perfect mix of childlike beauty and expressive cheerfulness.

She often has a round face with short hair that frames her face. If she does have long hair she may like to have bangs.

She has apple cheeks, deep-set slanted eyes, and a delicate chin.

Her nose is straight and pronounced.

Her ears are a bit oversized and pointy like an elf's.

She has luscious lips that always seem to be glossed even if she's not wearing any.

She has seemly perfectly straight and white teeth.

Even if she is petite she still carries herself like she is someone who is tall. She likes to act tough and sturdy regardless of her size.

She usually has a small waist with voluptuous hips, butt, and thighs.

Her bottom half is much more structured than her dainty top half.

She may complain about having chubby thighs and too much of a bubbly butt.

Her feet and hands tend to be small and childlike.

She has very sensitive nipples and she likes them to be played with in sex.

Her vagina tends to be tighter than others and more shallow which makes men who have smaller penis’ feel great.

She has soft skin that tends to bruise rather easily.

She tends to be klutzy and will often walk into corners or doors.

Sex + Sexuality (what they are like in bed and what they look for in a mate):

Gemini Woman Interested in Men:

When she is young she is often interested in an older, slick, shady type of male figure. She will not even bat an eye at a more innocent man because they are too easy to seduce.

She is very eager to play in sex. She has the mentality of “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine”

More than any other sign she tends to fall in love at first sight.

She tends to lose her head when she is in love.

She loves to revolt against the rules so, she tends to go for a partner that will make the people in her life worried.

Older men tend to target her more often than any other sign.

She wants to please people so much that she will do almost anything to seek validation.

She may be susceptible to drugs because she wants something that will ease the pain of her feeling like she is never enough.

Once she gets older her type tends to change. She starts to go for more non-threatening guys who seem more like a friend than anything else.

She will like to start her relationships out as friends and then move into lovers as time progresses.

She wants to be stimulated mentally and to find a mate who shares the same interests as her so she can bounce her never-ending surplus of ideas off of them.

When she is older and more mature she wants to wave goodbye to anything that was dysfunctional in her past and she then will become a part of her partner's family rather than her own.

She is very picky about the type of family she will marry because she wants to become one of them.

She wants someone who comes from a family with strong parental influence, in contrast to what she might consider the stifling force of her own family.

She would like to work with her partner but if they do not work together she will still take on the role of the information center in their relationship. If you ever want to get to her partner, you must go through her first.

When she has kids she will want to be the control center for them. She will plan everything and anything in their lives which will end up with them labeling her as the “overbearing” mother.

She often times will choose a mate that has questionable social skills so they can rely on her to be the front man in their relationship.

She will never be in a relationship where the man thinks he has some say over everything she does.

She will keep her partner on a short leash.

When it comes to sex, she tends to pretend to be naive.

She doesn’t like to go too deep into sexual proclivities. She would much rather keep it light and superficial. She will not be pressured into something she doesn’t want to do.

She tends to not like to participate in the act much rather preferring to let her partner do all the work. However, she will make up for this with her enthusiasm.

She is the perfect ingenue that embodies the “teach-me-teach-me” attitude that some men adore in sex.

She wants to be taken under her man's wing in sex, allowing him to think of himself as her mentor.

It is in her nature to portray herself as the good girl going bad.

She can be rather adventurous in sex. Liking to try many different positions or acts.

She likes to be physically teased, the element of surprise is very arousing to her.

She may like to be tied down but only when she is with someone who she trusts.

Her lover must always remain alert and flexible to her ever-changing moods.

She likes to be on top, where she can control the pace and positioning.

She wants a guy who wants to pleasure her in the bedroom. She has no patience for a selfish man in bed.

She tends to be bossy in the bedroom. She forgets that her lover's role isn’t to only do her bidding.

She likes a man who has a strong feminine side. She likes the idea of overpowering him.

If she is ever open to being in a threesome it will only be with two men rather than a man and a woman. This is because she wants to be the only focus of the group.

Gemini Woman Interested in Women:

The gay Gemini woman is loud and proud.

She is likely to bring her girlfriend with her to family gatherings while wearing matching outfits and making a show of their bond.

She tends to seek out people who are older than her. She is drawn to a more mature crowd, emulating if not outright imprinting on glamorous girls.

She is drawn to sunny golden girls whom she hopes will dote on her with that same sense of sisterly affection.

She will typically only associate with a highly presentable crowd this is true for her love life as well.

She is enticingly androgynous in look and demeanor.

She is a tenderhearted toughie who wants to be romanced by a lover but also likes to call the shots.

She and her invariably gorgeous girlfriend will generally be attached to the hip, attending what they deem to be significant social events.

She likes dressing for a date, sharing a mirror, and swapping jewelry and accessories with her mate.

In a sense her lover is like a sister she never had- even when she has them, the association is characterized by rivalry more than camaraderie.

She can be twinsy with her lover to the extreme. Opting for matching outfits and matching hairstyles.

She likes to buy her lover little gifts that she sees throughout the day just because.

She is the queen of little getaways.

When it comes to sex, the atmosphere is everything to her. She will meticulously clean her space and then strew it with candles, which, along with her myriad of mementos, framed pictures, beauty products, and other personal effects.

It’s all about the mood and buildup rather than the act itself.

She wants to spend hours arousing one another with fingertips, inhaling the pleasure and thus allowing the sensation to spread over the entirety of her gooseflesh.

When it comes to toys, she will do the strapping on, however, if it is important to her partner she will be the sub. However, she typically prefers to take a pass at being passive.

Clitoral orgasms are what she prefers.

She is rather impatient and doesn’t like to beat around the bush. In sex, once she finds her lover's trigger she will lock onto it and not let go until they have had a few orgasms. This is how she likes it in return too.

She loves to flirt and will often do it with just about anyone to talk to.

She plays harmless mind games with her lover. Liking to make them jealous just because it will make things more exciting in the bedroom later.

#astrology and sex #astrology observations #astrology #Aries #Taurus #Gemini #Cancer #Leo #Virgo #Libra #Scorpio #Sagittarius #Capricorn #Aquarius #Pisces #aphrostarot

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strywoven · 1 year

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@sozokami has requested a story : nora settled, sitting at the piano, it was quiet. the place yet to open for the evening, and she had been practicing. her good hand would be a machine, but her human hand might not keep up.

nerves allowed a chuckle to pass plump lips, as she settled her fingers along the keys. false starts, and embarrassment became her face before she found the rhythm. a wrong note here and there, but otherwise, nice, melodic, like melodrama for the ears.

her voice carried faintly across the air, as she needed to sing to keep her tempo properly. she didn't have that talent quite yet.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Prior to open hours , Lux appears as a rather STILL & SOBER reflection of its typically more lively atmosphere. Even so , the place is bustling with activity , rife with the meticulously upkept routines of the lounge employees who – in some memorized practice – busy about the floors , taking care of whatever needs to be done ( a tandem energy that bounces from one member of the chimera’s brood to another , supporting the idea of some interwoven oneness amongst them all ) . No-one could complain about work ethic ; the Chimera prided herself on keeping everyone and everything t o g e t h e r , creating – what she oftentimes vainly proclaims to be – one of the most well-oiled machines ( rather , families ) in the city. And Verona would BE DAMNED if anyone would rise to take that – or her people – from her.

From her usual seat at the black-marble bar , Verona watches , looks on as everyone goes about their business , a glint of humble admiration lightening her good eye as she takes a drag from the cigarette burning idly ‘tween her ringed claws. Head tips , letting her gaze catch on a familiar figure approaching the piano – HER PIANO – and sit herself down in front of it before beginning to play. Smoke curls out of dark lips , spilling forth in a huffing , quiet chuckle ; typically , no-one else is allowed to even t o u c h the piano , much less p l a y it … But exceptions have been made and Nora has easily earned her own lot of RESPECT & PRIVILEGES as much as anyone here. Besides – ears prick , listening to the music ( both the occasional fumble of the melody & the accompaniment of nora’s lovely singing ) – she wasn’t t e r r i b l e . She seems to have been practicing , which is admirable. In its own way.

Putting out the spiff in an ashtray , Verona slips off her stool and strides over , standing nearby and awaiting a lull in the song before interrupting. ❝ You’re getting better , ❞ It’s a c o m p l i m e n t , intoned with a tip of the head and a smile. She chuckles a bit , ❝ You barely need me to correct your chords lately. ❞ A fast learner , Verona adds thoughtfully , resting a hand atop the face of the piano’s darkly shimmering surface , patting it gently – affectionately – like it was some sort of living beast ( she loves this piano , that much is obvious , it must have a great deal of sentimental value ) . ❝ I know I take this set every evening , it’s sort of a tradition by this point , but perhaps we need some new blood to play for the crowd , hm ? ❞ Doesn’t wait for Nora’s thoughts on the matter , as usual the infamous matriarch barrels right through with the business of professional conversation , ❝ Once you master a few songs , you can have some time in the spotlight. It might be good for you. ❞ Verona nods her head at her own idea , her smile brightening , fair features g l i n t i n g like snowfall even in the natural dim of the lounge floor , ❝ If you like , we could even perform duets. This would be the PERFECT OPPORTUNITY for them ! I know our greedy patrons would devour every moment , too. ❞

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse iv.i: ff7r ❞#sozokami #sozokami | nora #i love them tbh

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The Start of a New Career

It’s been about two months since I started my tenure with the PHP Agency and a little over a month since I completed pre-licensing.

Unfortunately, due to bad timing and personal issues, I haven’t been able to schedule my licensing exam, and the material is slowly fading from my short term memory. I’ve been trying to avoid getting an extension, but if it takes too long to resolve these personal matters than it may be inevitable, but I’d like to explore other options before I go spending even more money on pre-licensing, since I feel I’ve already spent enough.

The inability to move forward with my career has really put a lot of pressure on me personally, since I feel both trapped in the amount of money I make and trapped emotionally; I have a psychological need to sell, and not being able to go out to the field is absolute torture.

A Marketing Genius

As a financial representative, I not only have complete control over whom I do business with but I have an excuse to talk to anyone. I have an excuse to get dressed and go out into society, take pictures, videos, write letters, publish books, articles, design products, posters, flyers, and really go all out on the creative aspects. I can’t just do it “for the sake of doing it”, I can’t just do it for the sake of art, or creation, or love, or anything other than the cold hard truth. I want the money, and the freedom that comes with it. I want the justifiable spending of marketing and advertising, the justifiable outreach to actors, models, talent, creators, men and women of all ages.

As a financial representative, I approach whom I want to approach. If I see a beautiful woman across the street and I think to myself “wow, I’d like to spend more time with her”, I immediately begin asking myself the following questions:

does she live around here?

what is her name?

how old is she?

what does she do for work?

how do I learn more about her?

how do I pique her interest?

how do I stay in touch with her?

From my understanding of society, a man approaching a woman with that line of questioning typically has a sexual or romantic connotation, which brings me to the root of the problem I have been having: I naturally have a romantic approach to marketing.

You Broke My Heart

It is heart breaking not having anything for sale. This is an important feeling to burn into my memory, as it marks the completion of a transformation and the start of a new chapter in my life.

Originally, my academic background was in Interactive Media Production, before studying Graphic Design. I’ve known I’ve wanted to go back to school for awhile now but I couldn’t decide what I wanted to study. While I had a marginally successful career in Marketing, my soul was still that of an artist. This became even more apparent in the military, when a majority of the work I did was as an artist. Despite doing so much work, with plenty of perks and praise, I felt something was missing, and I couldn’t exactly put my hand on it.

Towards the Future

So I’ve made a few decisions. Yes, I’ll stay with PHP long-term and figure it out. Yes, I’ll go back to school, this time for Marketing, at the very least until I get a Bachelor’s Degree. Yes, I’ll attend multiple schools to get the most out of my education. Yes, I’ll establish permanent residency in Maryland, Baltimore specifically, despite the dangers of living here. Yes, I’ll still play video games and watch movies with my family and do things that aren’t business sometimes. Yes, I’ll still draw, and write, and paint and take advantage of all the skills I’ve developed over the years.

Now I get why I’ve been stagnant professionally, since I’ve been trying to put business first. You really do have to prioritize your personal life. Hopefully I can get my personal life in enough order to consistently publish content, launch some products, and get back out there and start dating.

Maybe it’s the haircut, but I definitely feel as though I got my groove back. Maybe I should try my luck, assuming I can stick to the script!

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wintermelonbear · 3 years

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Artistry

Pairing: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Trope/s: Childhood Friends, No Powers AU

Summary: A story in which two seemingly dissimilar eight-year-olds build bonds through their love for martial arts. Written for the MGI Trope Tussle 2021.

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Damian and Marinette first met when they were 8 at his mother’s Wushu studio. At first glance they were an unlikely duo, before meeting in martial arts class their social circles ran entirely parallel with one another with Damian attending a private school that was a feeder for Gotham academy and Marinette attending a public elementary local to her, but they truly brought out the best in each other.

Damian had grown up inside his mother’s studio, working day in and day out from the tender age of 3 to improve his weaponry and martial arts skill. His mother and father, divorced but trying their best to co-parent for his sake, each preached to him about the importance of self-discipline and concentration. When his mother and her father, Ras himself a master martial artist, had competed in Wushu they were national champions. As a third-generation practitioner of Wushu, Damian had a lot riding on his shoulders.

Marinette’s mother had practiced Wushu as a child in China. When she first arrived in France she found herself disappointed that there were no local Chinese martial arts centers, let alone Wushu training centers. Sabine always thought it would be a passion she could pass down to her future child, but there was only so much she could teach on her own. However, as fate would have it, after a falling out with Tom’s father Roland the Dupain-Chengs found themselves in a city not too far from Gotham, New Jersey. Sabine was pleasantly surprised to find that the martial arts scene was much more alive there than it had been in Paris. However, between the bakery and her young daughter Sabine had little time to spend practicing martial arts. It wasn’t until Marinette’s kindergarten teacher suggested that Marinette be enrolled in a sport to better her hand-eye coordination that Sabine finally put her daughter into formal martial arts courses.

At first, everything was fine until it became apparent that Marinette was progressing much faster than her peers, despite her typical clumsiness she was surprisingly adept at martial arts. Sabine wasn’t entirely surprised as while Wushu was difficult to teach within the confined space they had at home, she still took the time to practice Tai Chi with her daughter on the weekends, providing Marinette with martial arts fundamentals and self-discipline. With Marinette’s slight inclination for martial arts paired with her hard work she was outperforming her classmates and even some of the older kids at the studio she went to. Eventually, Marinette found herself ostracized by her peers, but her teachers at the studio refused to advance her because they had an in-house rule where children could not be advanced more than two years past their age group. Tom and Sabine knew that pulling Marinette out of the sport entirely was off the table, the pure joy that spread across her face every time she mastered a new trick was proof enough that she was in love with the sport. So they set off to find a new studio to train at, where Marinette’s needs as a budding martial artist would be met. After looking around for a while, they decided to give Talia’s Wushu academy a try despite it being a little over a 30-minute drive from their house.

In regards to the first year of their friendship, Marinette would describe it as very professional, and almost nothing more. It took a while for Damian to become more cordial with her. When asked, Marinette would say “Damian didn’t like me, but he tolerated me enough as a partner because there was only so much practice he could have done alone.”

At first, Damian did not like Marinette at all, in fact, maybe he even hated her. When he first met her, Damian thought she was like every other “talented” kid that came into his mother’s studio, only to realize talent alone would get you nowhere in the sport of Wushu. On her first day, she immediately took up the spot next to him at the front and center of the class and offered him a warm smile, “Hello my name is Marinette, I’m new here.” Damian returned her greeting with a harsh tut of his tongue and the turn of his head, he was there to train, not to make friends. Marinette’s expression was aghast, but she quickly recovered and mumbled a soft “okay not talkative then…this is going great….” Damian suppressed an eye roll, simply because he knew his mother would not tolerate that in her classroom.

Against every one of Damian’s expectations, Marinette proved herself to be a hard-working individual. Eventually, after seeing her work on her technique and tricks after class during open gym hours, seeing that she wasn’t relying purely on natural ability and truly was putting in the effort to become a better martial artist, he began to tolerate her. The first time he returned her daily “Hello” with the nod of his head Marinette’s facial expression went from neutral to shocked to absolutely beaming. Damian simply raised his eyebrow and continued with his pre-class warmup.

Over time Marinette had grown a deep respect for Damian; she wished he was a bit friendlier, but despite their rough start Marinette realized early on that, while gruff and unfriendly, Damian was kind in his own way. He always pointed out when someone’s technique was wrong so that they wouldn’t hurt themselves, he always helped bandage someone up when they were hurt, and he always stayed after class to help his mom clean up. Most people would think he did it out of obligation or his mother’s demands, but Marinette loves people watching, and even after just a few months Marinette has observed that Talia would rather Damian use the time to better himself and will insist that she, or one of their workers, handle the menial tasks.

It was not until Damian saw Marinette work through her struggles that he gained respect for her. While Wushu is a largely performative sport where everyone’s moves are choreographed, Talia wanted to ensure everyone was also learning basic self-defense resulting in regularly held sparring sessions at the end of class. Marinette was a great performer, she was highly expressive and could easily recall choreography, but she had minimal exposure to actual sparring and her reflexes were not as sharp and trained like the others. She managed to win against her opponents in the first few classes by utilizing her creativity, but eventually, her lack of experience caught up with her and in her third month at the studio, she began her losing streak. Looking at her lose to her opponents time and time again he couldn’t help but wonder to himself, “will you still be here tomorrow?” Growing up in the studio, Damian knew that most of the people who were considered to be “gifted” had a tendency to drop out the moment things no longer came naturally to them, they grew frustrated with themselves and then with the sport. At this point, he figured he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Instead, the stage was set for her to become the most prevalent figure in his life.

Despite being in the same classes for over 3 months Damian and Marinette had never sparred. It was actually quite odd that they hadn’t yet sparred, the pairings for the most part were random. Talia reasoned that with the right circumstances even someone who seems weak could win; it was important to never underestimate an opponent and lower your guard. After bowing to one another their eyes met. If you asked them as adults they would unabashedly say that they love the other’s eyes, it was like staring at the calm before a storm. Their eyes were clear, fierce, and piercing. Despite being clearly disadvantaged Marinette showed no fear. She met his first few strikes blow for blow and even managed to evade a few of his strikes with a few unique tumbling passes – something Damian noted that she excelled in. He could tell she has been studying him, observing his strike patterns from his previous matches. Rather than reacting to his strikes, she was anticipating them – a smart move considering her reflexes were lacking. Unfortunately for Marinette, this meant that one unanticipated fake was all it took to defeat her.

That night during open gym hours Marinette approached Damian on her own for the first time. “There is only so much I can practice on my own, please train with me.”

“Why would I do that?” Damian held his face firm, his mouth in a thin line and his eyebrow slightly quirked.

Marinette’s eyes steeled over with conviction. “Did you know that every time you get up from xie bu you duck your chin down in your struggle to regain balance? It’s obvious you’re trying to shift your center of gravity. Instead, try leaning on your front leg from the beginning. The first few times you try this method, you should put a ball between your chin and neck to keep your head held up until you get used to it.”

“How did you–?”

“Notice? I love observing others, I can help you. There’s only so much we can practice on our own. I need help with my reflexes and you need someone who can review your performances. We can’t do this alone. You don’t have to like me, you just have to work with me. What do you say? Deal?”

“Tch. Deal.”

At first, their conversations mainly consisted of Marinette’s one-sided chatter during their warm-up, breaks, and cool-down stretches. It took a while for Marinette to get Damian to open up, but once she found the right topics she found that he was strongly opinionated about almost everything and shared quite a few hobbies with her. While Wushu was the common interest that brought them together, they were much more alike than they thought. They both enjoyed art, video games, and superhero shows to name a few common interests. Damian would say he would want to be a hero without any powers, someone who relies on their own skill to punish evil-doers. Marinette on the other hand would love to be a magical girl who could save others without causing too much damage. After hotly debating the topic of normal heroes and powered heroes, Damian and Marinette came to an agreement that both sides had their own set of struggles and perks.

Damian and Marinette found themselves spending more time with each other both inside and outside of the studio. After arguing over which type of paint was superior, Marinette was team watercolor because of its varied use, relative cheapness to oil paints, and blendability where Damian was a more traditional artist who believed that the blending capabilities of oil paint were just as good, if not better, and their longevity was worth the cost, the two decided to settle it with a paint off. Art sessions quickly became a biweekly tradition between the two, whenever the Gotham botanical garden would have a new exhibit Marinette would insist they go to sketch the flora. Damian quickly found that Marinette was almost as passionate about plants as he was about animals, with the way she flitted about the garden he couldn’t help but wonder if she had been something like a ladybug in her past life. There were also plenty of weekends spent sketching Damian’s pets, though Marinette would note that no drawings could capture what good boys Titus, Alfred the Cat, Jerry the Turkey, and Bat Cow were.

Together they found new ways to integrate Wushu into their hobbies, Marinette had plenty of friends at school who loved art and plenty of friends who did Wushu at the same center, but Damian was the only one she shared nearly all her passions with.

With their art, they began making flyers and posters for the studio, and banners to cheer on their classmates at competitions – Damian would argue he only did this because it would increase morale, which in turn would produce better results for the studio. Marinette struggled with the posters at first as a lot of proposed designs incorporated traditional Chinese characters, she couldn’t even write in Pinyin! Tom and Sabine had prioritized teaching Marinette about her French roots, in the event that one day they decided to move back to France, and neglected teaching her much about Chinese heritage. Marinette still learned basic conversational phrases: yes, no, please, thank you, and familial titles, but she was nowhere near conversational or fluent. After realizing Marinette did not know how to speak Mandarin Damian made it his personal goal to make her at least conversational before they would begin to travel internationally for competitions. Many of the major Wushu competitions took place in China and if Marinette was going to be his partner in the couples division he was going to make sure she was able to converse with any interviewers they may meet, and that if she were to end up lost – he swears Marinette was born without a sense of direction – that she could find her way back to him or their hotel. He hoped that while working on the banners he could work in a few lessons on traditional Chinese characters and simplified Chinese characters so that Marinette could at least read signs. Apart from art, reenacting scenes from video game cutscenes and superhero movies became one of their favorite activities, it became a way to train while still having plenty of fun. Sometimes after mastering a new move-in Ultimate Mecha Strike, they would break out the crash mats to test if the moves in the game were actually physically possible.

Even the hobbies Damian didn’t share with Marinette he was willing to partake in, and the fact that he was trying meant the world to Marinette. Damian was rarely physically affectionate in the first few years of their friendship, and it was even rarer for him to vocalize his emotions, and so Marinette quickly learned that Damian had a tendency to express himself through his actions. A lot of people failed to see how warm and loving Damian truly was, but Marinette saw it in how he interacted with everyone. For example, when Damian’s eldest brother opened up an acrobatics and gymnastics center Damian immediately volunteered to design and paint a mural on the outside that would more easily catch attention, Marinette watched him alter the design day and night and sort through hundreds of color palettes to ensure the pairing was just right. She saw his kindness through his interactions with his family and hers, the painting of her mom and dad baking, a gift from Damian for their 20th anniversary, hung up in the living room was more physical proof of it. When Marinette began sewing he proudly wore her designs and when she began to take commissions, he always kept her business card on his body in the event someone asked about his apparel.

One of Marinette’s fondest memories with Damian was when they decided to host a bake sale to offset the cost of international travel for the competition team. It was near the Mid-Autumn festival so Marinette and her parents decided to make mooncakes. Damian had some experience in the kitchen helping his mother make baozi and baklava, but he definitely wasn’t as experienced as Marinette who grew up in a bakery, yet he still came over to help them with the first few test batches and to help design packaging. Watching him carefully weigh out the ingredients her parents listed and chat about his favorite flavors with her parents in French filled her with so much warmth. The kitchen was filled with banter as a discourse between traditional baked mooncakes and skin mooncakes arose. Marinette and Sabine preferred snow skin mooncakes, the chewiness pairs well with pastes like red bean and taro, where Damian and Tom were strongly on the side of the more traditionally baked mooncake, arguing that the crumble of the pastry paired with fillings like salted egg and lotus paste was clearly superior. Marinette was unsurprised that Damian was strongly advocating for traditional flavors, but her father? The same man who made mustard macarons? It wasn’t until Marinette suggested thousand-layer mooncakes were simply croissants with a pasty filling that everyone else was willing to set aside their different preferences to unite against her. While the thousand layer mooncakes and traditional mooncakes baked, and the snow skin mooncakes steamed Marinette and Damian got to work on the packaging. In order to reduce cost, they had ordered plain packaging and planned to carve potato stamps with Mid-Autumn festival motifs: the moon, rabbits, flowers, fans, and lanterns. Despite having seen how proficient Damian was with a blade in training, Marinette was pleasantly surprised, if not downright awed, by Damian’s precision with a knife. By the time Marinette had finished carving out one flower Damian had finished three lantern carvings. After finishing stamping the final package Marinette daringly pressed the still paint-laden potato stamp onto Damian’s cheek which quickly devolved into a paint fight. The picture of Damian and Marinette covered head to two in paint was proudly pinned at the top of her corkboard, Marinette would never forget the sound of the kitchen filled with laughter that day.

Damian’s parents were extremely supportive of this arrangement. Talia thought it was a great opportunity, open gym hours were busy and she couldn’t give all her attention to Damian, having a training partner could really help him grow. If they got along well they could even enter paired events together! Bruce was enthralled that his son found someone to spend time with other than his friend Clark’s son, Jon. Jon and Damian were great friends, but Jon lived in Metropolis and so the boys rarely saw each other outside of business galas and Skype calls. It was nice knowing his son had someone he could spend time with in person, Bruce was concerned that Damian’s interpersonal growth would be stunted by his lack of interaction with his classmates at school. To see his son being a kid, laughing freely, filled him with great joy, he knew that being the son of a billionaire and a top-notch martial artist had put a lot of pressure on Damian’s shoulders, but he never knew what he could do to help his son. Seeing the walls in Damian’s room at the manor fill up with pictures of him and Marinette smiling, Damian smiling, made Bruce figure that everything was going to be okay.

Sabine and Tom grew to love Damian like their own son with the more time he spent at each other’s houses. At first, they were a bit skeptical, they didn’t quite understand what their daughter saw in the boy, but they trusted her judgment and boy are they glad they did. Damian was like a missing piece of their family, despite his hard exterior, the boy was extremely loyal and caring, they could always count on him to have Marinette’s back. Sabine especially had a soft spot for him after watching him correct Marinette’s brush strokes on the banners, teaching her the differences between what she wrote and what he was writing. The two watched their daughter give herself wholly to this boy, and in return, he gave himself back to her and that was all they could’ve ever wanted for Marinette, to love and be loved.

As they grew older they shared more than just common interests: their dreams, their fears, and the pressure they faced from their families. Marinette knew what she wanted for herself – something Damian was envious of. When they were 11 to offset the competition costs, Marinette’s mother began designing and sewing their competition outfits. Once Marinette saw what her mother was doing she wanted to help, and she ended up falling in love with fashion design. From the age of 13 and onward Marinette designed all of her own stage wear, as well as Damian’s. Sabine would joke that with such a talented daughter it’s a shame they didn’t stay in Paris. Damian wouldn’t admit it – Marinette would – but the thought of possibly never meeting Marinette made him feel uncomfortably empty; he wonders how he bore with that feeling before becoming close with Marinette. Damian wasn’t sure what he wanted for himself, he would love to take over his mother’s Wushu studio, maybe even expand it, but he was always raised with the expectation that one day he would inherit his father’s corporation. Despite loving both options, loving both his parents, there was also a part of him that wanted something that was completely Damian, he had already spent so much of his life living in the shadow of his parents. It wasn’t until high school that Damian opened up to Marinette about this, as the time to make decisions grew closer Damian naturally grew more anxious about his future. Marinette rarely gets the chance to comfort Damian, oftentimes he bottles his emotions up until they’re ready to burst, and even then Marinette has to slowly coax him into talking about them, even if it is with his brothers and not her, she just wants him to feel safe with his own emotions. The first time Damian opened up to her about the pressure he felt as his parent’s only biological son she immediately swept him into her arms, stroking his hair she began to tell him about how loved he was. She told him “Damian I love you, your family loves you, my family loves you. I just want you to know how loved you are. I speak not only for myself, but for everyone who loves you when I say this, do what makes you happy. Your parents will be happy as long as you are, they trust that they raised you to make good decisions for yourself. Even if you don’t know what it is that makes you happy yet, don’t be afraid to explore your options; I’ll be right here by your side and I’m going to support you no matter what. You’ve told me before that even if you inherit the studio Maya would co-own it with you, or even if you inherit your father’s business you would be working alongside your brothers. You are not alone, the world is not riding on solely your shoulders.” Damian was completely silent, if not for the wetness on her shoulder and his grip tightening around her, Marinette would figure he was unphased. Marinette has known that she loves this boy, far past the platonic love she just expressed, but for Damian, it was at this moment that he realized that not only was he loved, but he was in love with Marinette.

“WELCOME TO THE WORLD WUSHU CHAMPIONSHIPS 2019 LIVE FROM GOTHAM, NEW JERSEY” roared overhead on the speakers.

Damian and Marinette were standing in a hall away from the main room where other contestants were preparing themselves both appearance-wise and physically. Marinette herself was fixing the crown braid in her hair. The women’s event would take place in the morning to late afternoon, where the men’s event in the evening giving Damian ample time before he needs to warm up to support Marinette. He gave Marinette’s ensemble a once over and with his cheeks tinged red he muttered “I like your costume, you look really cute”, quickly averting his gaze.

Marinette immediately flushed, almost as red as the silken top that adorned her torso, and brought the hands that were adjusting her braids down to her hips and leaned forward, exclaiming in a hushed shout as to not disturb the other competitors warming up, “Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, are you making fun of me? I just want to make sure that any pictures taken do not make me look like a hot mess. Could you imagine what could happen if Audrey Bourgeois sees pictures of me completely frumpled looking and cancels my apprenticeship?? Oh my God and then Parson’s will find out and rescind me and then I won’t be able to visit you at NYU!” Marinette’s hands now rested on her cheeks smearing away her perfectly placed blush. How Marinette managed to go from disgruntled to spiraling in less than a minute is still a mystery that still eludes Damian after years of friendship, but it was his duty to calm her down. He understands her nerves, they had spent the last few years dominating the juniors division and as they entered the senior division there was a lot of pressure for them to win there too. Unfortunately, for every person who wanted them to win, another five were praying for them to slip up, but now is not the time to be overcome by nerves, her turn would come soon and she cannot afford to be overwhelmed by nerves.

Damian fully grasped her wrists pulling her hands away from her face, “Marinette, genuinely you look stunning”. After that comment, Damian noted to himself that it seems like there was no more need for the blush she applied anyways. With the soft tut of his tongue, he smoothed out the harsh lines of her smeared blush using the pad of his thumb. He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, “Don’t worry too much about your hair and makeup, the most important thing is your form”. Marinette leaned into his touch and gave a small nod, calming down from her spiraling thoughts, he always knew how to ground her.

“Contestant number 54 you’re up next!”

“That’s you; you might want to fix up your makeup real quick, but everything is going to be fine.” He handed her a bag with her cosmetics and a wipe and quickly clapped his hands around her shoulders to guide her to the main stage so she could focus on herself.

Fixing her makeup Marinette shot him a cheeky grin, “wish me luck?”

“You don’t need luck. Marinette you have the skill, you know that.”

“Next up is Marinette Dupain-Cheng from New Jersey, USA! She is definitely a fan favorite to win today on the Women’s Taolu floor. She is internationally known for competing not only in the women’s division but also in the couples’ scene. She’s been training for the individual event from the age of six and for the partner event from the age of nine with her studio mate Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, who is predicted to win the Men’s Taolu event. While we do not have a couples’ Wushu competition here, since turning 18 they have been dominating the senior international couples’ Wushu scene and have gone undefeated.”

Taking off her team jacket, with a quick nod to her parents, Talia, and of course, Damian Marinette strode to the center stage. Damian would never grow sick of watching her transform on stage, it was strikingly similar to the magical girl shows she had been obsessed with as a child. The moment Marinette stepped onto the mat her whole demeanor changed. Her back straightened up, her head would be held high, and most of all, the look in her eyes was filled with inextinguishable fire.

By the end of the event after getting changed Marinette and Damian were making their way to his car. Once Damian turned 16 and got his license, it became a tradition for them to go out for a celebratory meal together without their parents. “Marinette!” Damian heard a voice call out, Agreste he noted in his head. Marinette had met Agreste and Tsurugi while vacationing in Paris. While they weren’t the worst, in fact, Tsurugi was typically pleasant company, Damian was in no mood to socialize after the several rounds of interviews he had to endure after winning first place in Men’s Taolu. Many of the interviewers failed to understand that while yes, he had more opportunities to train as he is a third-generation Wushu champion, it was his hard work that got him to where he was, not his genetics.

Seeing Damian continue on to his car, not wanting to keep him waiting, Marinette quickly bid them farewell with a promise to see them tomorrow. “Hey wait for me!” Marinette called out, running after Damian. Despite his pride usually preventing him from heeding to his peers’ commands, Damian stopped in his tracks, his breath shallow and wondering why Marinette’s voice still makes his heartthrob despite having heard it call out to him for over 10 years. Feeling her hands latch around his arm gave him a sense of comfort. Her grip was strong and steady, yet still gentle. He couldn’t help but envision his hand in hers instead of his arm. The bouquet and hand-painted card in his car were waiting to see if she felt the same.

#Maribat #MGI Trope Tussle 2021 #Daminette #Damian x Marinette #please send help idk how to write #if by any chance Issa is reading this ILY #Team Childhood Friends

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kitkatixx · 3 years

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kirukiyo headcanons (long ish)

If you haven’t noticed-- these two are my otp, and v3 did them both dirty... both in terms of plot and their few interactions (hi, utdp, i’m surprised they didn’t have an event with direct interaction)

I haven’t done these formally but figured I’d drop a few of my headcanons as of now, since the ideas I have for these two are fluid, but the base nature of their relationship remains about the same. You’ll see below the cut, they’re fairly in depth and give some flavor to the characters (especially Kirumi)

general summary

Subtle, subtle, subtle.

These two are experts at keeping their relationship under the table, and it takes the rest of the class--perceptive ones included-- quite a bit of time to figure out they’ve been together, even though many a student (Kokichi, Miu, Rantaro, Kaede) have made jokes about their likeness to a married couple.

While they are more than capable of adapting to the scenario, both of them are private individuals at heart, in spite how their talents require them to be around people nearly at all times. So for Kirumi especially, she prefers someone mature who can respect her desire to keep the limelight out of her personal life. After all, she prefers to keep her home and (incredibly taxing, chaotic) work life separate...

That being said, it is no secret to Class 79 (what I’ve dubbed the v3 cast in my HPA AU) and the upperclassmen (SDR2, DR3, THH) that the Ultimate Maid is a stubborn workaholic.

Thus, it takes a specific type of person to ‘get through’ to her-- specifically requesting her presence at refreshments, politely stopping her in the hallway for a conversation, all as cleverly disguised ‘breaks’ without infringing upon her time and duties. Even if it’s only momentary, small steps, persistence, and patience are key with her, as there is a fine line between obligation and devotion to one’s craft.

Korekiyo happens to be able to see past the professional ‘selflessly devoted’ front that Kirumi maintains nearly at all times, having had the opportunity to observe numerous types of people in his time as an anthropologist, and given what was seen in canon, it’s fairly evident that he was intrigued, speaking highly of her post trial (he even has a FTE in her lab!)

Initially, her insistence on wholeheartedly embodying the values of a proper maid piqued his attention, leading to him to take an interest in getting to know her more-- what makes Miss Tojo who she is, exactly? What motivates her to behave in such a way? And what of the human side of the Ultimate Maid? Such were the questions he wished to answer, and as any good researcher would do, it was necessary to approach this in a straightforward, concise manner.

Because of this unorthodox approach to getting to know her (indirectly) for a scholarly reason, Kirumi had no reason to decline his invitations to converse or shoo him away from observing her everyday duties as she would have done under normal circumstances. This in particular gave Korekiyo an advantage over many of his other peers, who would have had difficulty a) approaching her b) maintaining a sizeable conversation with her before moving onto her next task.

Eventually, the two would find they share similar interests (Victorian customs, tea preparation, etc), and get along well with each other; the meetings that began as strictly for research evolve into moments where two friends are talking.

Down the line, someone catches feels.

Now as for who that could be... let’s move to the next section to answer that.

a few typical who does/is relationship headcanons:

1. Who makes the first move and how?

Korekiyo does. While Kirumi eventually does develop feelings for him first, she won’t act on them out of concern that the quality of her work will be compromised, and stays quiet. Korekiyo, however, takes a little longer after mulling over whether his emotions can be chalked up to his general adoration for all of humanity or genuine feelings for her. He does pick up on small changes in her behavior and routine-- serving his preferred meals and tea at just the right temperature, being especially open to assisting him even when she’s terribly busy, and so on, which motivate him to make the first move. Very small, but incredibly thoughtful of her. He’s always liked the details.

The anthropologist is quite capable of being romantic if he so desires, but decides that with her in particular, it would be best to be polite and to the point. Of course, this is Korekiyo we are talking about, so he’ll still put his own twist on it-- so most likely discreetly slipping her a letter with a proper wax stamp on it expressing his feelings and a carnation, which in Japanese flower language is associated with fascination and distinction.

The letter’s contents include notes of the uniquely human aspects of her he finds especially beautiful, and are highly specific: the faint curve of her mouth that appears for a split-second (when she thinks no one is looking) after someone receives retribution for their antics, her deft, graceful movements as she slices into vegetables and pours tea, the glint in her eye that appears after a particularly challenging request is given... the list could go on and on, he writes, but it would be far too long to be appropriate for this letter, yet Kirumi Tojo’s identity is so much more than only the Ultimate Maid.

Lastly, it finishes with an attached sketch depicting one of the moments ‘when she is the most beautiful,’ showing her in her element... broom in hand, small frown on face, and scolding someone (read: Kokichi) After all, while many miss it, Korekiyo has picked up on the angry micro expressions that flit across her face after something particularly irritating has just occurred, and he loves them-- they make her humanity shine through.

Subsequently, it would prompt her to meet somewhere secluded in the evening if she reciprocates-- her missing presence would be more than enough for him to take the hint. Not that she intended on doing so.

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

You’d think it would be Kirumi, but no, Korekiyo is, beneath his unusual charm and charisma, by a margin. After the passing of his sister, it left him hesitant to get close to people at a personal level, which contributes to how he ended up choosing anthropology-- not only to travel and experience the world when she could not, but because it allows for one to be ‘close’ to humans in a removed manner. So while he can easily wax poetry about nearly anything about humans, cultures, or a person, he does this in a very ‘scientific manner’ at times, preferring to view things as an observer rather than a participator. Of course, this aspect of him was integrated into his identity long before HPA, but it is this distanced nature that contributed to his initial indecisiveness about whether his feelings are organic, and the occasional concern about how much emotional intimacy he is obligated to show in a relationship. Luckily, Kirumi isn’t the type to absolutely need direct communication in a relationship, and is more subtle in demeanor as well.

Having been in the service industry for years and hiding her own emotions (from herself as well), Kirumi is proficient at recognizing others’ needs, and picks up on these issues seamlessly. She isn’t exactly the best at opening up either (this is an area of improvement for both of them), but still makes attempts to directly talk to him about this. Generally, their form of communication is largely nonverbal, being highly in tune with each other-- to this couple, actions speak louder than words, but issues like these are best addressed face-to-face, with words, before they fester.

3. Who is the most romantic?

The anthropologist takes the cake here by societal standards-- his love language is giving gifts and words of affirmation, whereas Kirumi prefers acts of service (no surprise there!) but both share quality time as a commonality, and are very attentive towards each other. Regardless of the gift, Korekiyo is always sure to pick something thoughtful and practical, the way she likes things-- though now and then there’s something more material with emotional value in the mix, which she secretly likes. Kirumi is not used to people being so direct in this department with her, so while she’ll politely cite her preference for gifts as something useful, the silk gloves and other paraphernalia he gets her are a nice way to validate she has an identity outside of being a maid.

Not to mention that he has a way with words, and is incredibly proficient at finding 50 unique ways to compliment her in public, much to her chagrin (and hidden embarrassment,) but he takes pride in, citing that she should be more proud of her accomplishments. Nevertheless, Korekiyo still finds her indirect way of showing affection endearing, especially when she attempts to politely deflect compliments as ‘doing what any maid worth their salt would have done.’

Some things never change... even though he and the other members of Class 79 have slowly gotten her to be more open about accepting assistance from others (she’s overworked herself and passed out once!)

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

Again, while both of them are capable of (and prefer) being lowkey in public, it’s free real estate in private, so once again, this goes to Korekiyo. His official love language isn’t physical touch, but he embodies all five of them quite well, this one very much included.

Kirumi, on the other hand, doesn’t like PDA out of professionalism, which makes her a bit hesitant, even in the privacy of his or her room to be comfortable with it. This isn’t to say she isn’t curious or won’t even consider the possibility, but it takes her a considerable amount of time to warm up to it. Initially, the most you’ll see from them in public is subtle touches on each other’s hand-- little playful taps here and there-- which then morph into holding hands when no one’s around to see it. In private, they’re more willing to be physically close (think head in lap while reading), and Kirumi’s brushed his hair on more than one occasion. It should be noted that one of the most intimate moments the two have had was holding hands in private without any sort of fabric acting as a barrier.

However, Korekiyo does have a cheekier side that slips out (more slyly playful to incite something interesting/fluster her) and is known to slip an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. If you squint, you might catch a faint flush on the usually unflappable Kirumi. Bonus points if this is during the evening, and a breeze blows by. Bonus bonus if this is in public, during broad daylight.

The ‘class dad’ has to assert his dominance every now and then over the unruly children, no?

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Love comes in a lot of different forms and of course, at each person��s pace. Both of them circle around this topic and have essentially said it nonverbally before, but the first to vocalize it is most likely still Korekiyo. It’s not in Kirumi’s nature to be direct about her emotions (but for duties and professional matters, absolutely), so it’s up to him to say he loves her first.

It’s most likely uttered in private, accompanied with a small kiss, and very quietly-- so quiet you can barely catch it, but that doesn’t matter, because only the one who needs to hear it the most will.

conclusion

Three words best describe this relationship: mature, meaningful, and synchronized.

Both of these individuals are aloof and formal on the surface level, but if one takes the time to truly get to know them, there’s quite the intense fire burning underneath in the form of being utterly devoted to each other every step of the way. Of course, this is all done in a very reserved manner, and if they don’t want you to know about it, you won’t.

Well, if you got here, thank you for reading all of this. I’ve liked this ship for a while, and I remember being nervous to create content-- I’m sure know how volatile fandom life can be, no? Hope you enjoyed my take and spins on their relationship, and I might post more later.

Feel free to request or drop something in the askbox for these two.

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fools-of-wna · 3 years

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Twst OC: Alyena Kallistēi

“Just leave everything to me, I’ll handle it.”

ღBasic Informationღ

Name: Alyena Kallistēi

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Aly, Lily bulb

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

D.O.B.: 12th April

Horoscope: Aries

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

ღWNA Fileღ

Dorm: Rosenhex

School Year: 3rd

Class: 3-E

Class No.: 16

Occupation: Student, Model

Club: Discipline Committee

Best Subject: Ancient Languages

ღAppearanceღ

Height: 5’5”/166 cm

Weight: 118 lbs

Hair Colour: Rose brown

Eye Colour: Purple

Jewellery/Others: A gold locket in the shape of an apple. It contains a magic stone and functions similarly to her magic pen.

ღPersonalityღ

Alyena seems pleasant on the surface, appearing to be a naturally skilled, beautiful and personable all-rounder. She is often considerate of others and takes up leftover roles that no one else does. She is remarked to be helpful to her classmates, though she is also independent and outspoken, presumably being able to easily handle various tasks on her own without help. She is presented as a born leader, using her quick wits to solve problems and tailoring her approach to different people to help them fit in.

In reality, Alyena is cynical and rather hollow, making use of those around her to blend in and seem normal. She has little expectations of people, and much of her helpfulness is two-sided, stemming from annoyance at people being slow deadweight rather than genuine kindness. She is quite vain and meticulous, taking her appearance seriously, which could be attributed to her job as a model. She is confident, perhaps even arrogant in a sense, shoving others aside (passive-aggressively) when she feels that they aren’t doing a good enough job, and taking their duties for herself.

Alyena tends to focus on the bigger picture of the current situation, which often leaves her lost with her wants and desires, as she spends much of her life revolving around putting herself on the pedestal that is expected of her. She is a brutal perfectionist, often nitpicking at various details to get things exactly at maximum efficiency, in her opinion, and making use of all her skills to achieve her goals. She is a realistic professional for the most part, maybe too much of a professional, so she is a bit out of touch with her own emotions, leading to possible disappointing lack of reactions on her part.

Favourite Food: Apples

Least Favourite Food: Honey

Dislikes: Men (mainly the ones that keep bothering her)

Hobby: Photography

Talent: Acting(?)

ღAbilityღ

Unique Magic: For the Fairest

“Sow the seeds of unease, nurture the tree of tension, and harvest the bright apple of discord…For the Fairest.”

Alyena’s UM causes the affected to become agitated, irritated and annoyed. The number of people/size of the group affected depends on the amount of mana used. Typically, it affects the closest 2-3 people near her at minimum.

ღTriviaღ

-Dominant Hand: Left, ambidextrous

-CV: ???

-Twisted from Helen of Troy, with some inspo taken from Megara

-Despite her relatively good reputation, there is a lot of gossip surrounding Alyena, reflecting the various conflicting narratives on Helen of Troy

-She has 2 older brothers (whom she’s triplets with), an older sister and 3 half sisters

-Her family is rather well-off

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #alyena kallistēi #oc bio #my art #patchy draws

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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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Square Filled: Director AU for @spnfluffbingo & Ugly Christmas Sweaters for @spnchristmasbingo

Characters: Jared x Reader; Britney (OFC)

Rating: Mature

Summary: The reader thinks it’s better if she and Jared keep their relationship a secret; he disagrees.

Word Count: 3864

Created for @spnfluffbingo & @spnchristmasbingo

“Come to my place tonight?” Jared was looking down at the script in his hands while he talked, pretending to be asking you something about how he should deliver his lines.

You swirled the plastic stirrer in your coffee and took a sip, trying to make the exchange look as businesslike as possible to anyone who might be observing. “We agreed we wouldn’t do that anymore, Jared, not until after filming is done, and we’re in post production.”

You pointed to a line on his script as though you were making a suggestion. “If anyone found out, you know how people gossip. They’d say you slept with me to get this part.”

Jared closed his script. “So, let them.” For a second, you thought he was going to make a move, come closer to you. Touch you. God, how you wanted that, especially today.

All day long, you hadn’t been able to get your mind off the sex scene that was scheduled to be filmed that afternoon. Here, right in the middle of this light hearted, feel good, movie was one of the steamiest sex scenes you’d ever read, or maybe that was just because you were picturing Jared in it.

It was a challenge to remain professional and not let jealousy take control of you. An actress was about to crawl into bed, basically naked with him, while he put his hands and lips all over her. Weren’t these kinds of movies supposed to be about laughter, finding yourself, maybe helping some people? Who said anything about sex?

The next time you saw Jared, he’d be wearing nothing but a sock to cover his most private parts; and that woman, the tall thin example of what society called physical perfection with the full pouty lips and long glossy hair, would be topless and waving her boobs in his….

With that thought, you tightly squeezed your hands around the copy of the script you were holding until it was starting to fold and crease. “Y/N, are you okay?”

Your answer was crisp and to the point. “Jared, you need to go get ready for the next scene. Hair and makeup will need some time with you.” You didn’t state the obvious, that wardrobe wasn’t much of a factor.

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It had taken you a good part of your life to come to terms with the fact that you were not classically beautiful. You had relied on that old “eye of the beholder” cliche, understanding that objectively you were not the woman that men turned to stare at when you walked into a room. You’d finally come to accept that, even though deep inside every girl wants to feel pretty.

The most devastating blow had come when you’d fallen in love with acting. It didn’t take long to realize you would never be the leading lady. Naively, you had auditioned for parts like that, thinking talent would get you one of those roles. The result was, after a number of rejections, you felt unattractive and resigned to the fact that your future in this industry was behind the camera.

That’s where you were now, checking the framing and angles for the shot. The set had been cleared of all but essential personnel due to the nature of the upcoming scene. It was unusually quiet except for the thoughts raging in your head. It still stung that you weren’t “the beautiful one”. That long present wound was enough to give doubt about your blossoming relationship all the fertile soil it needed in which to grow.

Maybe Jared was flirting with you, taking you to his bed, trying to get close to you because it would help his career. Your heart didn’t believe that because he was one of the most genuine and down to earth people you’d ever met in this business, but insecurity was a nasty bitch. Add to his sincerity the fact that he didn’t seem to be aware of just how gorgeous he was, remaining modest every time any sort of reference was made to his good looks. In many ways, he was too good to be true, and that’s why your head was telling you not to trust what was happening between you.

When he walked onto the set wearing nothing but a robe and the sock you knew was underneath, it only reinforced the out of control thoughts shooting through your mind and landing like daggers in your heart. You were definitely feeling more for him than it was wise to feel. What had been occurring between you was a dalliance, a fling. It was secret meetings for hot sex. Secret. Nothing could come of that. It was time to stop thinking that it might.

It was no wonder you were struggling, trying to stop yourself from falling for him. Jared had taken control of the room without even trying as soon as he entered it. Even among actors, he was tall and well built. His muscles were attention grabbing, even under his clothes. His hair skimmed the top of his shoulders and had just enough wave in it that it almost defiantly refused to stay out of his face. It begged to be touched, and it would be very soon, just not by your fingers.

Maybe it was his eyes that had lured you into this deep pool of confusing feelings and conflicting emotions. Of all his notable assets, his eyes had to be the best. They were unpredictable. Sometimes they were full of sunshine, flecked in gold or painted with a starburst of color through his iris that resembled a flower blooming. Other times, the shadows and the depth took over, and they became stormy gray with a flash of blue like the color of the sky when it was illuminated by lightning.

He was looking at you with those incredible and surprising eyes now. Today they were a classic hazel, light even brown. You almost forgot what you were doing until Jared asked, “Where do you want me?”

It would be easier to tell him what you wanted him to do before she got here, so that was the approach you took. “Take off your robe and get in the bed under the covers.”

It was hard not to look when Jared untied his robe, flipped it back over his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. His shoulders were broad, and his stomach was flat except for the well defined abs that swelled, leaving dips and valleys between them. You tried not to let your eyes drop below his waist, but they did. You darted them back up quickly. Be professional. Maintain focus. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but in this setting it was different. It made you a touch self conscious and overly aware of his physique.

He was huge. That scrap of material he was wearing couldn’t hide that, and it certainly didn’t keep you from remembering the times he had stretched you to the point of a pleasurable scream while he thrust deeply into you. Today was going to be even more difficult than you had imagined.

Once he was under the sheets, you breathed a little easier. Jared looked to you for direction. Time to do your job and keep your personal feelings out of it. “When Britney gets here, I want you to get on top of her.” Well, you’d managed to choke that out and make your voice sound normal. “We’re starting more or less in the middle of the scene, none of the foreplay. It should be hot and intense from the second I call action.”

Jared arranged the sheet around his waist just so, like it wasn’t going to move. It did call attention to the way the stark white of the sheet complimented his skin tone, and made you think back to the last time you’d seen him naked in bed. That was when he first suggested you come out of the shadows, go on dates, be a couple. When the bed linens were arranged to his liking, he looked to you and asked, “What’s my motivation for this scene?”

It wasn’t an unusual question for an actor to ask a director, but part of you wondered if Jared was asking you to see what you’d say. Was it more flirting to get you to talk about sex and attraction? You looked directly into his stunning eyes and responded, “You’ve been denying your attraction for weeks now. You work together, so that makes it complicated. In the office, you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off each other. Your sexual tension has reached a peak, and it’s exploding right here.” You gave the bed a pat for emphasis, then realized what you’d said.

You felt yourself start to flush and kept on talking to try to cover it up. “Bring some intensity to it, but keep it tender. You’re falling in love, but you’re not ready to say it. Show her with the way you touch her.” Your eyes met, and something unspoken passed between you.

Jared was about to speak, but then Britney arrived on set in a flourish. Her makeup artist was trailing behind her, making some final touch ups. She made a big show of disrobing, exposing her breasts to the remaining crew. They gawked and stared, just as she intended. You did your best not to roll your eyes into the back of your head.

Unlike the others, Jared hadn’t paid any attention to her. His eyes were still focused on you; that unspoken thing was still in them, and there would be no chance to say it now. Britney climbed right into bed with him without any instruction from you and had the nerve to start flirting with him right in front of your face. She didn’t know what you were feeling. That was, after all, the point. You didn’t want anyone to have any idea there was anything going on between Jared and you. Or, maybe she did suspect and was being sadistic about it. Women had a way of seeing things men failed to see.

Whether Britney knew or not, she wouldn’t care how you or anyone else felt about it. She was that girl, the one who thought about herself at all times. Romance between co-stars was good press that typically guaranteed increased media attention for the project and both parties involved. The studio would love it. Hell, they’d probably even encourage it. Scratch that. They would encourage it.

The next couple of hours were excruciating. Love scenes were some of the hardest to film under the best of circumstances. Every detail was important: the lighting, the camera angles, and most important body positioning. They competed with fight scenes in terms of difficulty to film. You would have much preferred a fight scene.

For two hours you told Jared how to kiss another woman. “Tug on her bottom lip with your mouth. Be tender.” At one point you had physically taken hold of his hand and placed it where it would look best for the camera. It made you ready to run out of your own skin, escape in any way possible, be swallowed up by the floor beneath your feet.

It was even worse telling her how to touch him. “Slide your hands down his back. Dig your fingers in a little.” This resulted in the sheet that was covering the lower half of his body sliding down far enough to show just a hint of butt cleavage, and it looked good. You would leave it in the final cut.

Mercifully, you finally got the takes you wanted and called it a wrap for the day. You gathered your things together and made your way to your car as quickly as you could, hardly even saying good night to anyone as you breezed by them to make your exit.

As you approached your car, you hit the button on the remote. The familiar beep greeted your ears, letting you know that soon you would be surrounded by the warmth of the car’s interior. When the December Canadian air was frigid like this, you had to take a moment to remind yourself it was far preferable to the superficial fishbowl of LA.

Just as you touched the door handle, you heard the crunch of someone jogging through the snow. Couldn’t you be left alone ever? No doubt whatever this was could have waited until tomorrow, but being available to the cast and crew was one of the responsibilities of being the director.

As you took a deep breath and tried to put an expression of patient interest on your face before you turned around, Jared’s voice carried across the cold winter air to your ears. “Y/N, wait.”

This required an even deeper breath before you turned around. He was barely breathing any heavier after running through the snow. That wasn’t surprising considering the shape he was in, but you were surprised he was chasing after you. Randomly, you thought he must’ve gotten dressed really quickly. It was probably your brain’s way of protecting you from deeper thoughts, but Jared wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

“I was hoping we could talk before you go.” He just really had no idea, did he? It was hard watching him with another woman, even if it was fake, when it was getting harder and harder to pretend your encounters with him were just casual affairs. It was more difficult to convince yourself you were fine with being his secret, even if it had been your idea.

“Jared, I’m really tired. I just want to go home, okay? We can talk later.” You wished you could tell him the true reason you felt so tired, wanting more than anything to find comfort and reassurance in his arms. Somehow it felt even worse to hide yourself and your feelings from him.

He didn’t say anything else, just nodded, took a couple steps back, and watched you get in your car. As soon as you started the car, holiday music filled the interior. Immediately, you turned off the radio in no mood for the cheerfulness. In your rearview mirror, you could see Jared. He hadn’t moved. He was still standing there, watching you go. Unwanted tears of frustration and confusion pooled in your eyes. You brushed them away so you could see the road.

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Once home, you put on your favorite pajamas and started a fire in the fireplace. A wood burning fireplace was one feature you had insisted on when looking for a home in Vancouver. The rowhouse you finally purchased had a charming one, made even more so by the garland and Christmas stockings hanging from the mantel. You’d put up a row of stockings, never mind you didn’t need them; it looked better that way.

You settled in among the decorative pillows in holiday colors and plaid on the sofa, pulling one of them onto your lap and hugging it close while you listened to the crackle of the fire and watched the flames sway. It lulled you and took some of the edge off the day. Your mind was drifting to a better place when your doorbell rang.

Reluctantly, you rose from your comfy spot. You opened your front door to find Jared standing there wearing one of the most ridiculous looking Christmas sweaters you’d ever seen. It was green, covered in tinsel garland and shiny three dimensional ball ornaments. It was surprising enough he was standing there, but what he was wearing left you a tiny bit baffled and slightly amused.

It was impossible not to smile when you took in the details of the sweater again. You asked, “Jared, why are you here, and why are you wearing that?” He responded by showing you his dimples, and your own smile got bigger. You could feel more of your bad mood melting away, and you were overtaken by the urge to reach out and play with one of the ornaments on his sweater.

Instead of answering, he held out a box he was holding. It was wrapped in gold paper and had one of those peel and stick bows on top of it. You held out your hands and took it, noticing the box was reasonably well wrapped. He had really tried, and that touched you.

“What is this?” His expression was pleased but subdued.

“I got you something.” A smile spread across his face, dispelling any reservations he may have had. Whatever was in that package, he was clearly excited about it.

Beneath the gold paper, there was a white box the size of a shirt box. You lifted the lid; inside there was a sweater that wasn’t quite as over the top as Jared’s, but it was definitely in the ugly Christmas sweater category. It was red with falling snow and candy canes on it.

You looked at him, a questioning expression on your face. “What are the sweaters about?”

Jared took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I want you to wear it at the studio Christmas party, and I want you to go with me. Will you?”

You saw the hope in his eyes while he waited to hear what you’d say. His words were sinking in, but did he understand what this could do to his reputation? “Jared, everyone will know.”

He glanced down at the floor and ran his hand through his hair. When he raised his head, his eyes found yours. The hope that had been there earlier had been replaced by determination. “I want them to know, Y/N. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” He cupped your face in his hand and brushed his thumb softly across your cheek. “I know what today did to you.”

“Jared, I…” You didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t matter because his mouth cover yours. You dropped the box you were holding and wrapped your arms around him, losing yourself in the kiss. With his hand on your waist, Jared pulled you closer to him. All the reassurance you had longed for earlier, you found.

While still kissing you, Jared lifted you into his arms and started to walk down the hallway toward your bedroom. You broke the kiss and buried your face in the side of his neck while he walked, breathing in the smell of him.

Jared rarely wore cologne, and you were glad he didn’t, preferring that nothing mask the smell of him. The lingering hint of his soap on his freshly washed skin was comforting to you. You could smell the soap mingling with his skin now. Tears oozed gently from the corners of your eyes. He had showered before he came to you, erasing her scripted touch from his body.

He put you down gently on the bed and took off the brightly colored sweater he was wearing along with the t-shirt underneath before taking his place on top of you. You kissed his bare shoulder, wanting to leave some mark of you on him. It was the only signal he needed to start undressing you and kissing you in return.

His lips were warm on the pulse point at your neck, your collarbone, and your breasts. His hands moved over every part of your body, stroking and bringing you to a heightened state of arousal. By the time he took off his pants, you were nearly begging for him. “Jared, I need you.”

He hovered over you, his face only inches from yours. He looked into your eyes and laced his fingers through yours. “I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”

Jared made love to you slowly. He took his time and satisfied every need that was crying out from deep within you. He knew how to make you feel beautiful, knew how to make your body shake with the intensity of release, and knew how to make you feel safe after you’d opened yourself to him completely and were feeling both satisfied and vulnerable.

You lay in his arms, your head on his chest. Jared was dragging his fingers slowly up and down your back. After a few minutes of silence, feeling the moment together, he kissed the top of your head and asked, “Could you feel it?”

You smiled, still drifting in the safe bubble he had made for you. “I felt a lot of things.”

He kissed the top of your head again and let his chin rest there. “When I touched you, could you feel that I love you?”

Your heart started to beat faster, and you raised your head to look at him. “I love you, Y/N. That’s why I don’t want to hide anymore. I want everybody to know it.”

You traced the firm line of his jaw with your fingertip. “Jared...I love you too, but that wouldn’t be good for you.”

He sat up a little and put his hands on your shoulders. “How do you know? It wouldn’t be the first time an actor and a director were together.”

“I don’t ever want anyone to question your talent, Jared.” Your heart was full of so many things, the truth of the words you’d just exchanged along with the fear those words evoked.

His hands moved from your shoulders to the sides of your face. He held your face in his hands, his eyes pleading with you. “And I don’t ever want you to question how much I love you.” He dropped his hands, keeping just one under your chin to ensure you would keep looking into his eyes. “I saw what today did to you, how hard it was; but do you know what it did to me?”

No. You had no idea, hadn’t given it a thought. How could you have ignored his feelings? All you could say was “What?”

He had the most serious and pain filled expression you’d ever seen on his face. “I don’t want other women to come on to me in front of you, knowing what that’s doing to you, and not even be able to brush them off because this is a secret.” He let his hand drop from beneath your chin, trusting your eyes wouldn’t leave his now. “It hurt me to see how much you were hurting.”

“Jared, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

He covered your lips with his fingers and shook his head. “And I was so proud of you for working right through that hurt to put something on film that will make other people happy, that will make them believe in love. It doesn’t matter that what you were showing wasn’t real. Love is real. Ours is real.”

He kissed you before you could cry again. When the kiss ended, you rested your forehead against his. “You’re right. It is real, and we shouldn’t hide it. I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

Jared’s hand was in your hair, holding the back of your head. He was so close, you could feel him breathing. “You mean more to me than anything, Y/N. You always will.”

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wakaoujisenhime · 4 years

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Hello! I really fall in love with your blog! Thank you very much for those Vorpal Swords headcanons! Can I ask headcanons about being Rakuzan manager? For example, how she cares about boys and they care about her; how Rakuzan protects her; How she supports them at games. And Akashi likes her. Good luck to your blog!

A/N: Hello there! I’m glad to know that you’re enjoying these, so I hope that this one will be to your liking as well! Also to those who don’t know what a ‘bokken’ is: it’s basically a wooden sword, Japanese swordswomen and men use for training!

Tags: Akashi x reader ✅ Rakuzan x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ friendship ✅

image/art source: Zerochan (art by Tousaku) [I sadly couldn't find the corresponding post where they uploaded it, since that artist seems to be inactive atm, but if you happen to stumble upon it, please make sure to tell me!]

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so first of all how did you even become Rakuzan’s manager?

well you were actually taking care of the team BEFORE Akashi joined the club

back then you guys were a wholesome team, but the moment the redhead was pronounced captain it all went downhill...

your former teammates began dropping out with the same complaints

“He’s too strict”, “I can’t train like this anymore”, “When he’s on the court, basketball loses its fun factor!”

even if you hated to admit it...they were right

Akashi was a REALLY strict leader who always wanted his team members to give it their all

100%? Not enough, make it a 110 and then you might be chosen as a substitute

during the first half of the school year, you put up with everything he threw at you, whether it were insults or commands

at one point you weren’t even the manager anymore but became his loyal puppy that did everything he instructed you to do

the things he requested weren’t even worthy to your title...unless you like standing in front of the gym door, acting like a bodyguard at the disco

and of course, even you had your limits

after Akashi had once again decided to give you an unreasonable task, you finally snapped

“I’ve had enough! Just who do you think you are, ordering me around as if I was your subordinate!”

“Listen. You either fix that emperor like attitude of yours, or you end up losing one of Japan’s strongest team...including me.”

in your state of anger, you had shoved the clipboard you were using against his chest and had stormed off the gym

a whole week had passed and you didn’t visit the club even once, that’s how pissed off you were

one day just when you thought about filling up a club withdrawal paper, there was a letter in your locker

...

Dear (Y/N)...I know that the way I’ve been acting up until now has upset you, but the reasoning behind my behavior is a simple one. All I desire is to see whom of these ‘star players’ everybody (including you) praises, can actually live up to their title. Sadly, I’ve come to the conclusion that none of them were able to, so I’ve decided to build up a new team in which you as well are going to be needed. I sincerely hope that you are willing to help the new Rakuzan basketball club reach even greater heights than ever before. Yours faithfully, Akashi Seijuro

P.S: We need you manager.

...

the first half of the letter had made your blood boil, but the further you read the more your curiosity got peaked

but you didn’t want to give in that easily, so you decided to visit the club one day to see what Akashi’s idea of an absolute basketball team looked like

...

“So (Y/N)..what do you think?“, Akashi asked after practice had ended

you had just looked at him with one of your ‘are you kidding me?’ faces and shook your head

these boys...

a) looked like full-fledged men to you

b) could easily snap you in half if they wanted to (especially Nebuya)

and finally

c) were probably all legendary NBA players in their past life

all in all they were amazing

watching them play gave you the impression of an actual and professional basketball game...that’s just how good they were

...

two months passed and you had taken the role of the manager once again

you hated to admit it, but Akashi was once again right..this team was absolutely amazing and worthy of any title you could think of

luckily these boys turned out to be more wholesome than you had ever anticipated

knowing that all of them had their struggles and own problems to deal with, despite their flawless appearance made you realize that that they were indeed your typical high school boys and not some basketball machines

sadly they couldn’t - or better said - weren’t allowed to show any weakness during training...these were Akashi’s orders

much to your surprise, they had accepted it with much less resistance than the members before them, but you were a little anxious that they might end up quitting the team so you took it upon yourself to prevent that scenario from arriving

from that day forward you began spending more and more time with all the members (except Akashi) …

Reo:

as the vice-captain he was to ensure that everybody followed the training regimen they were given by the redhead (in case of his absence)

sadly due to his laid-back nature and feminine speech, almost no one took him seriously

that’s where you come in…

“Come on now guys! Listen to Reo or I’ll get the bokken! And if that doesn’t get you guys moving then I’m sure a short phone call with Akashi certainly will...”

the second line always worked and even managed to make Reo giggle

after that, he’d always thank you several times and while the others ran laps/were stretching the two of you would always talk about that day’s schedule

by the end of practice, Reo and you would actually go out and do some shopping while talking about different topics

and thanks to his talented eye for the beautiful, your wardrobe was full with clothes that complimented your figure just perfectly, which only boosted your ego

a certain topic you guys started talking about only recently was romance

at first you were extremely careful to not touch upon any touchy subject since there were a lot of rumors amongst your classmates, concerning Reo’s sexual orientation

but the more you got to know him, the easier it was for you to talk to him and in no time the two of you had become best friends

whenever someone either came up to you or him and wanted to just mess around, the two of you got each other’s backs at all time and would either intervene directly or call for backup (mainly Nebuya)

thanks to Reo’s ‘big sister’ personality you luckily never felt alone or at a loss, since you knew that he’d always be there for you and help you out

Kotarou:

this boy seriously makes you run for your money

he’d always arrive almost half an hour earlier than the others just cause he wants to mess around with you (he’d for example take your clipboard and make you literally chase him for it)

at first it upset you quite a bit, but as time passed you eventually got used to it and evolved your strategy

you chase him?

hell NO

you’d instead sit down on one of the benches and wait for him to bring it back to you

your strategy for that was to remain silent and show no reaction whatsoever whenever he asked if you weren’t going to chase him like the ‘good old times’

he’d then get so worried that he’s upset you that he gives up, brings you your clipboard and starts either poking your cheeks, playing with your hair or straight out embrace you

the latter always broke your façade

his warm hugs accompanied by the glistening puppy eyes and his snaggletooth always made you pity him and wonder if you’ve perhaps gone too far

the moment you’d give in, his cheerful attitude was back in an instant

and that routine became pretty much a daily ritual between the two of you

what perhaps surprised you the most was when you actually witnessed Kotarou’s other side of his bubbly personality

he was surprisingly the ‘holding a grudge’ type (especially on the court)

Rakuzan had a practice match once and when a player of the opposing team made it past the blond boy seconds later he was fuming, glaring at everyone who even looked his way and screamed more as well as louder than usual

the others around you weren’t even faced by his sudden tantrum so it was up to you to calm him down before the referee gave him a yellow card

since then his mood-swings became your responsibility

outside of the gym, you guys spent a good amount of time together

you mostly helped him out with his homework since he really wasn’t the brightest out of the bunch (and as some of you might know in Japan your grades play a major role when you’re a part of a club. Depending on your test results you might get excluded from some of the activities as far as I know) and you weren’t going to leave on any activity without this ball of sunshine

to pay you back for your help he’d go skateboarding with you on the weekend

in case you forgot or couldn’t skate he’d help you remember or teach it to you

much to your surprise, he was quite a good teacher, so it was easy for you to understand the basics and even learn some of the simplest tricks on the way

but in case you were some kind of a pro (or simply good) at it, he’d challenge you to a small contest and by the end of it the two of you would actually come up with a small choreography

Nebuya:

to be frank, he intimidated the heck out of you (at first) and he was actually the most difficult for you to approach

the main reason for your reluctance was mainly because of his appearance, but just a day after you were first introduced to him made you change your mind

on your way to school you took the train and as commonly known the trains in Japan were the majority of the time extremely filled with people and some of them just couldn’t keep their hands by themselves and just had to go ahead and start feeling people up

in that case, the victim was unfortunately you

the typical reaction of your other female classmates would’ve been to stand there and do nothing about it, but you were different

“Excuse me, but could you stop touching me?“, you asked in a loud voice making sure that at least some people witnessed what was happening

you couldn’t care less if you guys became the center of attention, all you wanted was to get this creep’s hands away from your body...and you did

what you didn’t know/notice was that Nebuya had actually seen all of it and wanted to come and help, but you were quicker

when you got out of the train he caught up to you and directly asked if you were ok

he even went ahead and bowed his head to you apologizing multiple times for not reacting quick enough

it surprised and scared you at the same time, but this was kind of a chance to finally talk to him, so you made sure to not let that opportunity slip away

and trust me when I say this, but this man turned out to be a bigger softie than you anticipated

since that day he became the person you’d call upon first in case of trouble you couldn’t solve on your own

Nebuya even volunteered to be your bodyguard, but you weren’t really a damsel in distress so you refused at first

and after many arguments, pouts and pleas you finally gave in and agreed to go to school together every day

additionally during training he’d make sure to be the first one to save you from any flying ball

much to his dismay, you managed to dodge or even to catch the majority of them which made his attempts completely futile

so in order for him to stop sulking about how he had ‘failed to show you his muscles in action’, you’d go out and help him with his workout

sometimes you’d even be his motivational right hand during his own eating contests

and when he decided to show his ‘manly’ side and either burps or lets out gas, your bokken was on him just some seconds later

Mayuzumi:

this boy seriously hated you in the beginning

in his eyes you were nothing but a loud girl who wanted some attention and tried to gain it by acting as the manager

much to his surprise you figured him out pretty quickly

you somehow knew when he became irritated on the court and immediately took action to prevent any outbursts from him or someone else

furthermore, you supported his hobby without asking questions and when he expressed the wish to go to the rooftop and read a chapter or maybe even two from his light novel, you’d just let him go

one afternoon he came to the gym to excuse himself from training and found only you and how you had fallen asleep on the referee table

his first thought was to leave before you even noticed that he’d been there, but then he saw a small notebook with the title ‘RAKUZAN BB CLUB’ so he got curious and started reading your handwritten entries about all of the members

each member had a few pages worth of information you had either gathered yourself or looked up

he found it a tad adorable that you reserved the last page for a personal comment on a player since it reminded him of how some of his authors wrote an afterword at the end of their story

as soon as he read his name though he suddenly became really reluctant to proceed

for some reason, he was afraid of what you might have written/researched about him

he started to read it anyways

“...”

“Has a low presence...well yeah I guess”

“...”

“Seems to be prouder than he lets on? W-Wha? That’s not even...true”

“...”

“Probably swears at his teammates internally...how did she know?!”

“...”

“It would make me happy if we talked more to each other, but he probably hates me... ”

Mayuzumi would’ve never told you, but that last line hurt him quite a bit

that day he decided to join practice and when you called for a timeout you’d always leave his towel and water bottle on the bench next to you and he’d normally just take it, but this time he murmured a barely audible ‘thank you’

you almost fainted then and there, but somehow managed to keep up your serious facial expression (which he very much appreciated)

the two of you would almost never go out/spend time together, but instead, you began exchanging small gestures like you buying him a new volume of his favorite author or him hiding a small ‘thank you’ note in your notebook

Akashi (finally):

since you and he know each other from way back, you didn’t have that much contact in the beginning since you wanted to take your time to get to know the new members, but Akashi’s eyes were always on you

if someone out of the other members even dared to ask him if he harbored feelings for you...then let us just pray that he doesn’t have Midorima’s scissors with him

but if one of his main players (most likely Kotarou) asked him about it, he’d just cut him off quickly and shut the conversation down

Rakuzan’s captain cares for you in his own kind of way

he’d support you from afar and make sure that no one who he doesn’t deem as worthy comes even remotely close to you

you weren’t aware, but since you had once again become the manager of the reformed Rakuzan you became quite popular

a lot of people admired you, some were even impressed or jealous and some even began having feelings for you

“I’m thinking about asking (Y/N) out...what do you think?”

as soon as Akashi heard your name in such a conversation he instantly made his move

don’t ask how he did it, but within a week you had gained the reputation of being ‘out of limits’ for everyone except for the club and your friends and just in case someone felt the need to be adventurous, there was no way they’d be let into the gym (thanks to Akashi’s orders and Nebuya’s muscular body)

the redhead had first noticed his feelings for you when you snapped at him back then

for him it was the first time someone even dared to speak up against him and even insult him

he was surprised and very annoyed at first, but as the days passed by him and his incomplete team he figured that it would be the best to start anew

so he scouted three of the uncrowned kings and a 3rd-year student who basically was a future version of Kuroko

when the stage was set all he needed was for the main star to appear, so he sent you that letter where he invited you to watch the new team

as far as the confession goes...

Akashi is a very strategic person, so he’d most likely wait for his promise to come true (the promise of Rakuzan reaching greater heights) and then confess saying something like:

“See? I’ve kept my promise...now it’s your turn.”

#knb headcanons #knb x reader #akashi x reader #rakuzan x reader #knb fluff #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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unknowncountrygirl · 3 years

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The New Chaser Pt.2

“Win or lose, you get better with every match, Iris.” Skye praised the blonde.

“Well, I've been told I've got a rather smashing coach.” Iris joked, with a bright smile. Before either young lady was able to say anything else, Madam Hootch approached.

“Miss Parkin, I need to speak to you immediately.” She said, leaving no room for back talk. Skye was pulled aside, and Iris waited patiently for her to return as she and Madam Hootch were only out of ear shot. Iris watched as Skye's body demeanor changed, and her shoulders slumped.

“Skye?” Iris called out as Madam Hootch left, “what is it?”

“My Dad. He got injured playing in a match against the Montrose Magpies.” Skye told her.

“Oh no! Skye, I'm so sorry.”

“I'm used to it. Happens to often these days, twilight of his career and all... I have to leave Hogwarts for a little while, and be with my family.”

“Of course! If I can do anything for you, please tell me.” Iris told her honestly. She had hoped that Skye saw her as a friend now as she saw her as one.

“You can. Keep up with your training. My mates will help you. I bet you'll have a tryout invitation by the time I'm back.” Skye told her with a sly smile.

“I meant, what can I do for you? This is no time to be thinking about Quidditch, Skye!” Iris explained to her.

“Iris, I'm always thinking about Quidditch. I have to go, Madam Hootch will be waiting for me.”

“I understand. I hope everything goes well and that your dad makes a speedy recovery.” The blonde told her before she offered the blue haired girl a hug.

“Thanks Iris.”

Iris felt like Skye didn't give many hugs as she gave her an odd pat on the back before leaving to pack and leave for a time.

She let out a sigh and ran her hand over her hair, pulling the braid over her shoulder and freeing her curls, fluffing them and running her fingers through to comb them a bit and break them up.

Murphy took this time of solitude to approach her. He had practiced this a few times in his head and had the pile of books in his lap, ready to explain all he needed to.

He cleared his throat, alerting her to his presence as she flipped all her hair over her shoulder.

When she turned around to face him, it was as if the motion of the earth slowed down. Her profile was perfection against the sky, and then she looked him face on, the sun behind her created an ethereal glow about her.

“Oh, I recognize you! The Quidditch commentator.”

Annnnd he was screwed. Slap his ass and call him a harpy. This girl had to be part Veela, somewhere along her bloodline because normal girls did not look like her.

Oh God. Oh God, abort mission abort mission! He was never one to be at a miss for words, but he felt his mouth run dry and forgot everything he had practiced saying to her, and went with-

“Strategy!” And literally just dumped the books at her feet. She looked down at the books now laying at her feet and back up at him.

Her eyes were so blue, almost unearthly blue.

“Um. Ok?”

“You're going about getting a Quidditch tryout all wrong.”

He watched her eyebrows knit together and the slight frown that appeared over her lips.

Nope nope nope. Go now. Before you say something even more stupid. He rolled away from her as fast as he could get his chair to go.

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A few days later he was in the commentators box, a friendly on the books, and knew that Iris would be arriving for the friendly soon. He was hoping she may seek him out, he had been able to calm his nerves and knew he could handle a conversation. She was just a female, he talked to girls before, no big deal. That and he figured he could just imagine a naked troll, that would squash anyone's physical attraction to anything.

He spotted her silvery white hair below on a broom and watched as she flew closer and closer to him. He decided to get the first word in this time.

“There you are!”

“You were expecting me?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I was 92.7% sure of it. I tend to make a string first impression.” He gave her a playful grin.

“Yeah... About that... Do you often introduce yourself by dumping a bunch of Quidditch playbooks and then just leaving?”

“That's not what happened.” Shut up McNully. His brain said, but his mouth kept going.

“Yes it was. I was there.”

“What happened was, first I dumped my playbooks... And then you said I recognize you. Then I said strategy, then I dumped the books, then I said you're going about getting a Quidditch tryout all wrong... And then that's when I left.” He effed up. He knew he did by the way her face was squished up and looking at him. Why couldn't he just kept his mouth shut? No, noooo he just had to keep going like a nervous child.

“Isn't that what I just said?” She asked. He should have just agreed, said yes and moved on but his insides felt like they wanted to be his outsides and to keep that from happening he kept talking.

“No, what you just said was, do you introduce yourself by dumping Quidditch playbooks and just leaving... Then I said, that's not what happened, and then you said yes it was, I was there... And then I said-”

“All right, all right!” She said, holding up a hand to get him to stop.

“This is what you get when you chat with a Quidditch Commentator.” He wasn't sure how she was going to react but she surprised him.

“Well,” she smiled. “I suppose it's charming once you get used to it.” He nearly fell out of his chair.

“That's exactly what my mum says!” Why the actual fuck did you just say that! He yelled at himself, wanting nothing more then to bash his skull against the heaviest playbook he had brought. “Murphy McNully, by the way.” He offered her his hand. “The wizarding worlds next best-ever professional Quidditch commentator. That's the plan, at least. Judging by the competition I'd put my odds of going pro at 3-1.” She took his hand and it was just as soft as he imagined it would be.

“Now that's more of a proper introduction, Murphy.”

“My friends call me McNully.”

“Are we friends now? I haven't even introduced myself-”

“You're Iris Rosewood. I know who you are. Curse breaker, rule breaker, and aspiring Quidditch disruptor. Untested, untried and untrained.” She gave him a look and he needed to add something so she didn't think he was completely mental. “Teeming with untapped talent! Speedier then a snallygaster.” Stop talking. “Faster then the swiftest snidget.” Really, stop talking now. “Greener than the greenest bowtruckle. Strategy savvy of a troll-” Why, what are you doing. Stop talking.

“Wait, greener than a Bowtruckle? Strategy savvy of a Troll?” Her voice was strained and her eyebrows couldn't go higher.

“I didn't dump a bunch of playbooks on you because I think you're a seasoned Quidditch strategist.” He laughed and that was wrong.

“Now you're laughing at me.” Her tone was now getting more and more irritated.

“Not at you. I've watched you practice. You're a natural, or I wouldn't have dumped anything on you.”

“Thank you?”

“You're welcome, but you're all might and fight in flight... No insight.” He told her. She shook her head, and ran a hand over her face.

“I don't understand. I've been training non-stop.”

“At the 'school of Skye', where you score full marks for launching a dizzy gnome over a stadium wall? No one is saying Skye hasn't helped you develop phenomenal physical skills in record time but you've still got a lot of tactical Quidditch knowledge to learn if you want to impress Orion Amari and-”

“Who's Orion Amari?” She interrupted him to ask.

“Orion Amari is Gryffindor's team captain! He decides who gets invited to try out for the open chaser position!” Had Skye not freaking informed her of this? How the hell was this girl going to try out if she didn't even know the name of the team captain! “Did Skye not tell you how all of this works?”

“Well, everything except for the Captain's name, she didn't seem to want to talk about him.”

Typical. Murphy thought. “That's likely because Skye and Orion mix like asphodel and infusion of wormwood.” She snickered, “which is to say, best to keep them separated unless you really know what you're doing. This is why you need my help.”

“Because you can get Skye and Orion to mix well?” She asked him.

“No! Because Quidditch is more than skills and drills! It's statistics and logistics! It's analysis and algorithms! It's strategy and mastery and history.” Her gaze was pulled away by the rest of the Gryffindor team arriving.

“Look, Skye's mates are arriving. I should go, we've got a friendly about to start-”

“It's learning from the legacies of the Daisy Pennifolds and the Barberus Bragges and-” What. Are. You. Doing. Stop. TALKING! His brain screamed at him. Her eyes went wide, looking very uncomfortable.

“It's my first practice without Skye here, I really must go-”

“And the Gertie Keddles and the Goodwin Kneens and the--” STOP.

“Murphy!” She finally shouted, and that seemed to get his mouth to stop running. “I can't keep everyone waiting! I have to go!” She turned her broom and began to fly away towards the pitch.

“There's a 94.4% chance you'll be back!” And then he slapped his palm against his forehead. What a way to impress the pretty new girl.

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It was about an hour before the dinner rush, Murphy was sitting at the end of the table, reading a book when he saw an approaching figure. He looked up and he nearly jumped.

“I knew you'd be back! I told you, 84.4% sure of it.” He wasn't. “And you brought a chess set! Who told you?”

“I heard from some people.” She admitted as she sat the chess board down and sat across from him.

“Good. The commentary box is too soggy on rainy days, and I've got to get my brain working on something.” Murphy told her.

“So you're not cross that I left you for Quidditch practice before you finished talking?” She asked a bit sheepishly, embarrassed to have took off when he hadn't finished.

“I'm never finished talking, so it happens all the time! If I get cross about it, I'd always be cross.” He joked with her as he started to set up the chess pieces.

“Then I hope that you're still open to teaching me about Quidditch Strategy.”

If he could, he would have jumped up in excitement. “Finally, you're talking sense! Now lets play some wizard chess.”

“But, I thought you were going to teach me about Quidditch strategy?” Her facial features twisted in confusion.

“I like your enthusiasm, Iris. Lets see if you can keep it up after I beat you.” He teased in his best flirtatious manner.

“We'll see about that.” She retorted with a glimmer in her eye. It almost felt like she was flirting right back at him.

“Iris observes the board, what will she choose?” He narrated as she picked up a pawn and made the first move on the board. “Very nice, this set is quite, mine always tell me I talk to much.”

“It's Penny's, she let me borrow it because I don't have a set myself.”

“Really? We need to remedy that next time we're in Hogsmead.” He stated in an offhanded way that would assure him a trip to Hogsmead with her.

“If you can find me a good one, then fine.” She smiled as he moved one of his pieces.

“Could you please not pinch me so tightly!” Yelled the knight as she picked it up. She placed it down and muttered an apology to the small white piece. They made banter back and forth, and while he was no expert in romance, he swore that they're chat had all the elements of flirting. He was thrilled about it.

“Checkmate!” He said triumphantly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you sure?” Iris asked scanning the board.

“Quite! Because first I moved my King to E3 and you moved your pawn to H6, then I moved my pawn to C3 and you moved your knight to C6, then your knight asked for you to not pinch it so tightly. Then I moved my queen to B3 and you moved your pawn to F6-”

“All right, I get it, you won.”

“I thought you found my commentary charming?” He asked.

“Your commentary is delightful, losing at chess is not.” Iris rested her face on her knuckles, tipping over her King.

“Have you ever played wizard chess before?” Murphy asked, feeling like perhaps she hadn't.

“How much I've played doesn't matter. I had never played Quidditch before, but you told me I'm a natural.”

“Yes, you're a natural, that's how you've been getting by in Quidditch with no sense of know-how. But lacking strategy is harder to hide in wizard chess.” He could see the gears in her head starting to turn, and he had to smile.

“So Wizard chess was a test to see if I'm lacking strategic instincts for only Quidditch? Or for everything?”

“Not everything, but yes, I was testing you. Think of it as our first training session. At least it's less sweaty than training with Skye, right?”

“It is. I can't say I miss getting covered head to toe in sweat. But, tell me this,” she looked at him with a piercing gaze. “What's your strategy? Why do you care so much about my chances of making the Quidditch team?”

“We're both Gryffindor's, and lets just say house impartiality isn't my strong suit. Got to keep it quiet in the box, if I want to be the next pro commentator. With that said, you're the Chaser we need to lead our team to the Quidditch Cup, Iris.” Her eyes searched his and he could tell she was looking for any deceit. “I know Quidditch! My whole life I've been eating, sleeping, breathing, studying it. From what I've seen, you could be an even bigger Quidditch star than Skye Parkin.”

“That's a bold statement.” Iris chirped with a little laugh that sounded more like a deep sigh.

“Hey, I mean it. I've never seen someone as absolutely clueless about Quidditch as you are come so far so fast.”

“Absolutely clueless? The compliments just keep on coming.”

“You're missing the headline, you're a Quidditch phenom, Iris!” He held out his arms in exclamation.

“Then could you tell Orion about me?”

“So you've heard I have Orion's ear.. Sure, I'll tell him about your brilliant wizard chess victory just now.” He smiled slyly.

“Murphy, I can't get on our house team if I can't even get a tryout.”

“And that tryout won't matter of all you know is Parkin's Pincer. Pull off a strategy I invented, and then I'll know you have the kind of strategic sense I can recommend.”

“Ok, fine. When do I start learning this strategy you invented.”

“You have practice after dinner right?”

“Yes.”

“After practice then.”

#hphm jacobs sibling #hphm murphy mcnully #hphm murphy #hphm quidditch #hphm

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 4 years

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Okay--I'd LOVE to hear how you came up with those astrological signs for the boys! Tell us, please! ^_^

AND I SHALL !!!

Something I like to do usually when creating characters - or simply trying to come up with a “fleshed out” personality for existing characters, is that I often go read astrological signs’ descriptions. Often those things are very cliché and don’t really make a lot of sense, but it is a good baseline for expanding on character development.

Leo

Capricorn (Dec.22 - Jan.19) (I personally HC that his birthday is in January)

“ Smart, hardworking, and fully in control of their destiny, a Capricorn will always get what they set their mind to, in both personal and professional life—no excuses. Capricorns may get a reputation as stubborn, but they simply know what they want, and also know how they wish other people would behave. Natural rule-followers, Capricorns thrive on order and love strict rules, hierarchies, and set ways to do things. Can a Capricorn think outside the box? Yes, they can, but they prefer when they have strict boundaries to constrain against—free reign can make them feel paralyzed by choice. “ (source)

“ Capricorn’s personality traits are derived from its receptive, feminine, or yin qualities, making this sign oriented toward contemplation and engagement with inner awareness. Alive in both a Capricorn woman or Capricorn man, those born with the Sea-Goat as their rising, sun, or moon sign have a discipline, masterful, and determined energy in the core of their personality; an echo of the resilience and resourcefulness needed to survive the cold season of their birth.As a cardinal sign, Capricorn holds the qualities of being an achiever, a builder, and a climber, able to set and conquer the loftiest goals one step at a time. Those born with the sign of the Sea-Goat prominent in their charts are great at being determined, consistent, and reliable. They often over-deliver on their promises and take their honor and public reputation very seriously. Ruled by Saturn, the primary Capricorn strengths can be found in their perseverance, longevity, and focused self-mastery. Coolheaded and down to earth, they have strong powers of discernment. They are often good Saturnian judges of character and can be approached for pragmatic advice and a fair verdict.Ruled by Saturn, the Sea-Goat does not shy away from commitment, but rather requires it of their friends, business partners, and lovers before they can fully trust. As a result, your Sea-Goat friend may be one of your most loyal allies, unless of course, you cross them in a business deal.Capricorns may not be seeking fame or glamour in the obvious sense, yet are known for their enduring beauty and classic elegance. Those born under the Sea-Goat are old souls who traditionally are understood to age in reverse. They usually begin life with the weight of the world on their shoulders that they gradually learn to let go of over the years. Humor is one of Capricorn’s most underrated strengths, which is an important source of their resiliency.Natives from this sign see the world with a pragmatic and sober eye, so have long ago made their peace with the shadows of mortality and human frailty. It is this shadow and frailty that they seek to laugh with, developing a dark, rueful humor to help them survive and endure. “ (source)

Raph

Cancer (Jun.21 - Jul.22) (Can we HC that his birthday is on July 4th x’D yes? Yes.)

“ Emotional, intuitive, and practically psychic; ruled by the moon and characterized by the crab, Cancer has so much going on in its watery depths. Cancers may seem prickly and standoffish at first meeting, once they make the decision to become friends with someone, that person has a friend for life. Most Cancers have been called psychic at some point, and with good reason—Cancer can often intuit relationships, ideas, and motivations before anyone has actually spoken. That can make for challenging interactions with this sign—Cancer hates small talk, especially when it contains white lies (like saying, "How nice to see you!" when it's clear that both parties would rather avoid each other). That's why social gatherings can be overwhelming for Cancers. They'd much rather spend time in small groups where everyone is on the same page. “ (source)

“Ruled by the moon, Cancer’s archetypal traits are derived from its receptive, feminine, or yin qualities, making this sign oriented toward contemplation, and engagement with inner awareness. Alive in both a Cancer woman or Cancer man, those born with the Crab as their rising, sun, or moon sign have a sensitive, intuitive, and protective awareness in the core of their personality; an echo of the life-supporting and sustaining energies of the Summer season.As a cardinal sign, Cancer takes leadership in the roles of being a nurturer, host, protector, and caretaker. Those born with the sign of the Crab prominent in their charts are focused on forming and maintaining family ties. They are naturally empathic, sentimental, and home-loving by nature. The primary Cancer strengths can be found in their kind, giving, and sympathetic natures. Always ready to host, and set a table, they can be counted on to feed and care for friends, family, and any weary traveler that stays in their home. With strong empathic powers and talents for healing, Cancer natives can sense what others need, often long before they have articulated it themselves.The famous sideways walk of the Crab can be observed in the cautious way a Cancer native enters a space or social gathering. They tend to come in quietly, carefully surveying their surroundings, before they open and reveal their whole selves. This protective instinct makes Cancerians good at reading the emotional tone in a room, helping them anticipate danger or crisis early. “ (source)

Donnie

Libra (Sep.23 - Oct.22) (I HC his birthday in October)

“ Intelligent, kind, and always willing to put others before themselves, Libras value harmony in all forms. Ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty, Libra adores a life that looks good. As the master of compromise and diplomacy, Libra is adept at seeing all points of view, and excels at crafting compromises and effecting mediation between others. This sign has a rich inner life yet loves other people, and they're always happiest with a large group of friends, family, and coworkers on whom they can count. An air sign, Libra can often be "up in the clouds," and while he or she is amazing at making big plans, follow through can be tricky. Working with detail-oriented signs, like Virgos or Capricorns, can help Libras actually manifest their dreams into reality, especially in the workspace. But don't call out Librans for daydreaming—their imagination is one of their biggest assets, and they often put their imagination to work by finding careers in the arts or in literature. “ (source)

“ Libra’s archetypal traits are derived from its active, masculine, or yang qualities, making this sign oriented toward engagement with the outer world. Alive in both a Libra woman or Libra man, those born with the planet of love as their rising, sun, or moon sign have an equanimous energy in their core personality. As a cardinal air sign, Libra holds the qualities of social initiation and leadership. This makes those with Libra prominent in their charts great at pioneering social projects and gatherings, and naturals at unifying their team, family, or community.Natives from this sign can be thought of as “the diplomats” of the zodiac, acting as active mediators and negotiators in any crisis or challenge. Being ruled by the planet of pleasure and attraction, Libra is usually quick to forgive and eager to smooth out differences so that everyone can get back to enjoying the finer aspects of life. Libra’s great strengths can be found in their ability to embody Venus’ loving, healing, and balancing traits. These folks will likely have the ability to put others first for the sake of everyone’s comfort and well-being. They are great communicators and listeners, fairly weighing all sides of an argument and another’s point of view. Libras are likely to not hold grudges, as it can take a lot to rouse and sustain their anger. Being very Venusian, they typically assume the best intentions in others and give most people many chances to redeem themselves.In addition to these folks’ great relational strengths, there are also their keen aesthetic sensibilities to consider. Not only will this make sun sign Librans very creative, it will make them attuned to the subtleties of atmosphere and harmonious environments. They are naturally curious about how the aesthetics of our adornments and surroundings can set the tone for our well-being and social interactions. Keeping the peace and maintaining poise, grace, and charm are strengths that can be relied on from these natives. “ (source)

Mikey

Pisces (Feb.19 - Mar.20) (I HC his birthday in March)

“ Smart, creative, and deeply intuitive, Pisces can be close to psychic. Pisces feel things deeply, and have incredibly strong gut reactions. A Pisces "knows" things from deep within, and can often judge whether a person or situation is good or bad. That doesn't mean a Pisces ignores the logical part of their brain, though. Deeply intelligent, Pisces have a profound respect for the power of the human mind. Is it a surprise that Albert Einstein was a Pisces? Pisces may seem quiet but they are incredibly strong and have a very strong sense of right and wrong. Their moral compass, along with their gut, guides them well. When a Pisces speaks up, people listen. Pisces tend to take in everything around them, and they are great people to ask for advice on pretty much anything. While Pisces has strong convictions about the best way for them to live, they have a "live and let live" approach when it comes to others, and are accepting and nonjudgmental of all. “ (source)

“ As a mutable sign, Pisces holds adaptive, fluid, and shape-shifting qualities. Those with the sign of the Two Fishes prominent in their charts are sensitive seekers who have the potential to bring a soulful, healing energy to their relationships and communities. The primary Pisces’ strengths can be found in their tender, sympathetic, and receptive natures. Naturally compassionate and empathic, Pisces are wired to offer spiritual and artistic gifts to the world. These are the poets, musicians, painters, and intuitive counselors in our communities.With Jupiter’s influence on the faith, belief, and sense of higher purpose, Pisceans can be counted on to offer help and healing support to anyone who is in need. These natives tend to drift through life on their schedule and follow an inner sense that life is unfolding as it should.Idealistic and imaginative, those born under the Two Fishes’ sign have an otherworldly quality to them and seem to retain a sense of innocence and wonder their whole lives. These natives often believe in the good of others and will likely give the benefit of the doubt. “ (source)

#it's-a-moi #mythigal1966 #ask

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She-Ra Inspired Actor AU - IV

Cast List (so far):

Taylor Cruz - Adora/She-Ra

Maya Sanchez - Catra

Jessica Cho - Glimmer

Marcus Patterson - Bow

Mei Lin - Frosta

Alexandria - Scorpia

Emmaline Lee-Scott - Queen Angela

Jacqueline Emery Grey - Shadow Weaver

Taylor did not run. Ever. It was against her very nature. She never ran to catch a bus that was just departing, she used to stroll into class minutes after the late bell and she’d bet her past gym teachers were now probably grey in the hair from all the stress she had caused in gym class...

But now.

Now she was practically sprinting in a dead run across the studio lot towards the brick building one of the passing assistants had pointed out. Ha! If Mr. Brody, her seventh grade gym teacher, could see her now he’d probably be crying tears of joy seeing as he was always pushing her towards to join the track team. Something about her body build, lithe and toned, had made him believe she could be the next Usain Bolt. It was a pipe dream. No one could ever be the next Usain Bolt unless there was some sort of cloning device. And as if she would be caught dead wearing those gym shorts.

If only her damn alarm clock went off when it should have, Taylor wouldn’t be tearing like a bat out of hell. Apparently some time during the night she had knocked her phone charge loose from the flimsy wall outlet of her crappy apartment resulting a dead battery that never got charged. To make matters worse her beat-up Prius had chosen today of all days to finally break down forcing her to spring for an Uber she could barely afford. Taylor had sat in traffic on the I-105 for hours, her leg bouncing with anxiety and internally debating if she should just fuck it and continue on foot because anything was better than the painful crawl of the worst-known traffic in LA. She would know, being a born native and all.

Taylor cursed her string of bad luck that had resulted her in being late for the first cast meet/table read. She had spent endless nights and every waking second between shifts at the restaurant and a popular juice bar, studying the script front to back, since it had been dropped off at her door a few weeks back. She had wanted to come prepared. To prove everyone that she wasn’t a risky choice. A mistake. A liability. Taylor was going to be the best damn She-Ra the world has ever known.

Her sneakers squeaked against the linoleum flooring as she skidded into the building, eyes squinting against the brightness of the fluorescent lights. Damn. Not only was she late but now she was sweaty. Ugh, Taylor could feel her damp t-shirt clinging to her back from underneath her signature leather jacket. She slowed to a stop just before the door, huffing and puffing, ignoring the nagging voice pointing out just how out of shape she was. She shot a glance down at her worn leather wristwatch, ten minutes late, not too bad but not great for a first impression. It took a minute to fix herself up as best as she could but at least she didn’t look like a hot mess. Grasping the door handle, Taylor could hear the muffled yet elated chatter beyond the door and without wasting another second she pulled the door open.

The view before her surprised her a little. The room was full of people, both cast and crew Taylor surmised with the handful of people staring intently at their clipboards as they made little notes in the margins. People hung out in little groups, making small conversations with shy smiles and nervous glances. Despite the awkward tension that hung in the air (typical for a first time cast meet) the room didn’t seem as stuffy and unwelcoming as the table reads she had attended in the past. It was usually full of pretentious lead actors already attempting to exert their dominance and one or two fellow male co-stars acting chummy with her.

Just as she was about to step forward to make her entrance a round of laughter erupted near the back of the room, rising above the idle chatter and garnering a few curious looks. Her gaze wandered over to the cheerful group, taking in the small group that somehow was making so much commotion. A short Asian girl had her head tilted back, roaring with laughter and it wasn’t until the taller black male had doubled over clutching his stomach, he was laughing so hard, did she catch the familiar wild mane of hair and wiry stature. Her mouth dropped open, her mind going blank and despite the distance she immediately— and inadvertently—caught Maya’s eyes from across the room. There was no mistake that Maya had recognized her the same time she did and it was quite unfortunate that Maya had been mid-sip when they had caught each other gazes because the girl had practically snorted water out of her nose in disbelief.

It would’ve been quite comical for Taylor had she not been internally panicking and all she could think about was Maya. And that she was here. At the cast meet for She-Ra. Maya. Here. With her. It had been a couple months since she last saw the girl and while she was banking on the shot she wouldn’t run into her again ever since the chemistry test from hell, Taylor knew better that while LA was a large city filled with hundreds of thousands of people, the chances of meeting one another in an audition was quite high. The Hollywood world wasn’t as large as everyone made it out to be.

Caught off guard and shocked beyond belief, Taylor stayed frozen at the doorway. Her mind just barely registering what was happening as Maya descended into a fit of forced hacks and haphazard coughs. Taylor winced slightly at the choking sounds and unwanted attention Maya was receiving. If people weren’t paying attention before, they were now as a few of them gathered around her, worry etching their faces. Yikes, that was one way to stand out at cast meet, Taylor supposed.

Taylor watched Maya wave off their concern with a watery smile and flimsy thumbs up before meeting her eyes once again, as if confirming she wasn’t just imagining things. Taylor didn’t blame her. She too had done a double-take because what were the freaking chances they would meet again? Especially during the table read for She-Ra considering their chemistry test from hell for said production?

Despite the shock, confusion and lingering guilt from how Taylor had last left things, she couldn’t pull her gaze away. It surprised how fast the incredulous look was wiped away from Maya’s face. Now Taylor couldn’t read her. She didn’t look happy because yeah, she was kind of a bitch the last time they talked but she didn’t seem un-happy. Sort of indifferent? Which honestly, Taylor could work with that. She squared her shoulders. She was going to woman-up, approach Maya and apologize. Maybe she’ll convince her to have a re-do introduction. A blank slate. It was of course for the best considering they would now be cast mates for the foreseeable future. It would be the professional thing to do.

She was going to rip off the band-aid and set aside her ego for once. Taylor inhaled deeply took a step forward only to be almost immediately deterred by an arm wrapping around her shoulders. “Taylor!” The Director greeted with a cheer. “So glad you made it! Now that our star is here we should get started, I bet everyone is excited to finally get the ball rolling, I know I am!” The Director clapped her hands until everyone’s attention was on her. “Okay everyone gather around, gather around!” She called out, corralling the occupants to the front of the room, where Taylor now noticed was clear of any furniture and spacious enough for the Director to instruct everyone to form a wide circle.

Oh no. If Taylor was right – and from the round object the Director was rolling in her hands – she was. Taylor felt a wave of dread fill her. She hated theatre games. Despised them actually. Some people thought it was a fun and brilliant way to break the ice between actors but Taylor hated it with a passion, almost as much as she hated running. She didn’t have the natural charisma or friendly disposition to easily befriend people. It would take more than some theatre game to warm her up to others and usually people didn’t have the patience or care to get to know her, already passing judgement in the first few minutes they meet her.

It shouldn’t surprise Taylor that Maya’s eyes lit up at the sight of the foam baseball, with how eager the Latina found everything. Unable to hold back the eye roll as Maya strolled towards the front of the room, hauling her new friends along with her with a cheery glint in her eyes. Apparently that was all it took because the rest of the room began to converge to the front, languidly following after Maya. Funnily, Taylor slipped through the crowd in the opposite direction towards the tables. “Looks like we got our first volunteer!” The Director announced joyfully and Taylor watched as Maya easily caught the ball in her hand, squeezing and examining the colourful foam ball.

Taylor took her sweet time, randomly choosing one of the free seats left and slowly pulling her shoulder bag from where it hung limply at her side. It was obviously well-used, the weather so worn it was soft to the touch but despite it, it was Taylor’s most prized possession. The shoulder bag was a gift from her grandmother, her first true fan, a believer in her talents and pillar of support from anything from her floundering career in acting to her love life, or lack thereof in this case. Carefully placing the bag on the table, Taylor ran a hand over the flap for good luck. It wouldn’t compete against her grandmother’s unwavering tone as she wished her good luck or the following warmth of her loving embrace but it was the next best thing. Pretending her shoes needed re-tying, which actually wasn’t that far from the truth after nearly losing one on her jog over, Taylor took her sweet time in an attempt to prolong the inevitable.

The chatter within the room rose to an excitable level that had Taylor grimacing. After milking as much time as she could, Taylor straightened and glanced at the circle of her cast mates. She met Maya’s challenging gaze from across the room where the other actress was confidently tossing the ball in the air with a single hand, her eyes never once straying away from Taylor’s. Fine. If Maya wants to play, she’ll play. If that was how it was going to be. Taylor shrugged her leather jacket off with jerky movements, draping it across the back of the chair and strolling to the group where she planted herself directly across from Maya, meeting her challenging stare with one of her own.

As the ball was thrown at her with the speed and projection of a freaking rocket, Taylor barely had the time or reaction to bring her hands up before it whipped her in the face, her hands stinging despite the foam filling of the ball. So. Turns out she was wrong and Maya wasn’t feeling quite so indifferent after all. Feeling a dozen or so expectant eyes on her, Taylor nearly dropped the ball with how sweaty her palms had gotten. In front of a camera Taylor had no issues with her confidence. She could act the hell out of her character, she could play the dumb blonde, the air head cheerleader, the golden child of a popular tv series but when the cameras were put away and it was just her, no script, no fake persona, Taylor was as vulnerable as a baby bird. “Um, hi?” She gulped, feeling her throat dry up like the Sahara Desert.

The Director smiled encouragingly. “Why don’t you tell us who you are, something about yourself, who you will be playing in the show and a little fun fact if you will?”

“Right.” Taylor gulped. “Right. Well…I’m Taylor Cruz.” There was a chorus of friendly “hello Taylor’s” that helped ease her nervousness. “I will be playing Adora and I guess She-Ra by extension. I’m nineteen and a fun fact about me is uhh…” Taylor forced herself to think but with everyone’s focus on her she drew a blank. “I umm, I know all the words to ‘Baby Got Back’…”

Her “fun fact” was met with silence and Taylor could feel her cheeks warm up rapidly. A snort of laughter broke the quietness and Taylor’s eyes narrowed at Maya who grinned at her stupidly, waving off her uncontained laughter. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She apologized between pursed lips, failing to hold back her laugh. “It’s just…it was so unexpected.” The rest of the crew joined in a light chuckle and a towering woman beside her clapped her on the shoulder that nearly sent her flying.

Taylor could’ve sworn her cheeks were on fire and she wanted nothing more for the floor to swallow her whole. “It’s not something I’m proud of.” She added not wanting to give the room of strangers the wrong impression but nonetheless her comment elicited another round of good-natured laughter.

“Well I guess that means we will have to plan a karaoke night soon.” The man next to Maya said cheerfully, who Taylor would later learn to be Marcus.

Everyone nodded encouragingly and even Maya sent her a grin that looked less mocking and more in amusement. She glanced at the director, the obvious leader in this torture game, shooting her a what now?look, hoping that she would understand. “That’s great Taylor, I’m sure we’ll get you on stage soon enough. I bet everyone is looking forward to hearing you sing.” A whoop and a joyous ‘hell yeah!’ cut in that had everyone chuckling anew. “Why don’t you toss the ball to someone and they will repeat your name before they introduce themselves. We’ll continue the process until everyone has had a chance. Anyone who messes up a name will be severely punished.” The Director teased, giving Taylor the go ahead which Taylor was too happily relinquish the pressure to the next unfortunate person.

Taylor lifted the foam ball, all the ready to throw it back at Maya but she overlooked one crucial fact. She didn’t own one athletic bone in her body and while the intended target had been Maya, she nearly taken out the eye of another woman standing two person’s down from her mark. Taylor attempted to play it cool, as if that was who she was aiming for all along but by the raised eyebrow from Maya she could surmise she wasn’t as successful in the ruse. Thankfully everyone else seemed to have not noticed and was more than happy to get the theatre game started.

While Taylor had cursed her luck during her intro, she was relieved that she had gone first. A few people had jumbled up the order of the names or had outright gotten them wrong and were forced to do pushups while everyone booed and teased mercilessly. One pushup would already be…pushing the limit, pun not intended, for Taylor.

It was funny cause in the end the last person to be introduced was Maya, who caught the wavering ball before it smacked into Jessica – or Jess as she preferred – with relative ease. “Hi it’s nice meeting everyone.” She greeted the group shyly and of freaking course, repeated all the names in the room without issues. “My name is Maya Sanchez and I am seventeen years old. I just graduated high school and my fun fact is that my first love is softball and we have been going steady for ten years now.”

If Maya hadn’t surrendered the fact or if Taylor hadn’t seen her pick up the uniform from the floor the first time they met, it was obvious with the way Maya handled the ball with ease, tossing it up from hand to hand, adding spin so the rainbow coloured ball blurred in a magnitude of colours in the air. “Oh! That’s cool!” Marcus remarked. “Are you any good?”

Maya smiled sheepishly, raising one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I’m alright.” She replied and Taylor had a feeling that she was being too modest for her own good.

As anxious as she was at the beginning of the ice-breaker game, the ball tossing and questions did its intended job as Taylor could feel the tension release from her shoulders. Admittedly it had been a fun and efficient way to get to meet her new co-stars and the production team. It wasn’t as terrible as she had thought and she even chatted with Alexandria, the tall giant of a woman with long black hair that fell past her broad shoulders, who would be playing Scorpia. She also happened to be super kind which was highlighted when a few people had trouble completing their set of pushups as punishment, Alexandria had dropped to floor and had completed the penalties on their behalf without breaking a sweat that had Taylor slightly, just slightlyjealous.

If it weren’t for her easy smile and kindness, Taylor already knew she would like Alexandria. The woman was unapologetically herself. Where many actresses in Hollywood fought to be tall and skinny, Alexandra looked like she could easily out bench press the guys in the room. She was strong and she was kind, something that was quite rare in Hollywood and Taylor had already made a silent vow to start hitting the gym more regularly. She wasn’t going to cut it as She-Ra with her noodle arms. Maybe she would even ask Alexandria for some tips.

The team was now gathered around the tables. Finally they were going to get down to business and back into Taylor’s comfort zone. Plus she couldn’t wait to jump into her new role. Pulling her well-used copy of the script where all her lines were highlighted with little handwritten notes and questions that she had for the production team. She had made sure she had studied the script as best she could in preparation for the day. The first page was filled with notes, mostly about questions about the stunt work. This role as Adora was going to be Taylor’s most challenging and vigorous yet and to be honest she was more than a little nervous.

The opening scene was mostly action filled and of course being the title character, Taylor had first honor of opening the show. It was tricky when you were the first person to read at the very first table-read. It all fell on the first reader to set the tone. Was she going to play it cool and comfortable and just read her lines normally? That may send the wrong idea as she didn’t want to come off as lazy or unexcited about her role. But if she went hard, she might look too enthused and everyone was going to be forced to match her intensity. She had internally struggled on how she was going to play her role today but after the ice-breaker game everyone seemingly eager and radiating with excitement, Taylor went with her gut feeling. “Hey Princess.” She growled, trying to make herself sound intimidating. “You lookin’ at me?”

Luckily Andrew (playing Kyle) and Brianna (playing Lonnie) were all too happy to play up their readings too and soon they had set the tone for the table read. The first act was flying by as they had skipped through the action scenes and the introduction of Catra came all too soon. Taylor could feel her palms clam up as she played with the edges of her script.

“Hey Adora…how’s it hanging?” Maya chirped in now, her voice deep and teasing.

Taylor was taken aback as soon as Maya read her first line and nearly missed her cue. Was Maya’s voice always so raspy? Shaking her head clear, Taylor had forced her eyes up, dismissing her script. She had this part all memorized already. “Catra.” She grunted out in annoyance. “Do you really show up late and let us do all the hard parts? That is low.” Taylor admonished, eyes on Maya who stared back with an excited glint in her eyes. “Even for you.” Taylor finished off.

“Awwww.” Maya cooed lowly, her eyes not leaving Taylor’s. Apparently Taylor wasn’t the only one who had memorize her lines. “You know nothing’s too low for me.” She said before letting out a high pitched cackle that had the cast and crew sharing amused smiles. “Now come on. You look stupid hanging down there.” Maya said, adding a hint of reverence instead of admonishment that Taylor had been imagining on her solo read-throughs.

The two had disregarded their scripts and had ignored the rest of the room as they exchanged lines, playing off one another and Taylor could feel herself ease into her role as Adora. From the corner of Taylor’s eyes she could see the Director and Producer exchange a proud smile. They weren’t the only ones who felt the chemistry. It was quite ironic really given how they didn’t really get along in real life. If only the others knew what had truly happened before today.

Taylor couldn’t remember laughing so hard at a table-read before. When it had come to the confrontation between Queen Angela and her daughter Glimmer in the throne room. Jessica Cho, who Taylor had overheard was mostly in the voice-acting scene and the beautiful and revered actress Emmaline Lee-Scott who played the Brightmoon Queen, were just so natural with one another despite just meeting for the first time today. They had read their lines so perfectly with just the right amount of huffing, scolding and annoyance of a typical mother-daughter dispute that had the whole room in stitches. It was a welcomed follow up from her read-through with Jacqueline Emery Grey who would be playing the role of Shadow Weaver. Jacqueline was just as famous as Emmaline Lee-Scott and playing opposite of her, even for a short moment was enough to leave Taylor star struck. She was glad for the break so she could calm her racing heart and gather herself again.

It had taken nearly all day but the first table read was a success. By the end everyone had eased into their roles and it seemed the Casting Director was now fully committed to the cast. They had all played off one another and the energy in the room was high and full of potential. It was the first time in a long while that Taylor was genuinely excited to go to work. The department heads was thanking everyone for the day and were handing out the upcoming schedule while Taylor was shoving her belongings in her bag. She followed Maya’s movements, watching the other girl slip on her backpack and waving off her new friends Jess and Marcus. They were the last of the stragglers and Taylor decided that it was now or never.

“Hey! Umm Maya? Can I talk to you real quick?” Taylor approached hesitantly, shoving her hands into her pockets.

Maya looked uncertain but nonetheless she nodded. “Sure. I have time. My mom is a little late. Traffic, you know?”

Taylor nodded gravely, grasping onto the lifeline Maya was throwing. “Oh I know. Kind of one of the reasons I was late. So much for a good impression.” She shrugged.

“Eh, I think you did alright Cruz.” Maya said with a small smile.

“I umm… I thought you were pretty great today too.” Taylor praised. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Yeah, we do.” Maya agreed easily. “Near-death experience aside.” She joked with a wry grin. “I had a lot of fun today.”

Sucking in a deep breath Taylor turned to face Maya head on. “Listen. About before. I just…wanted to apologize. I was being rude and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve any of that and…I’m sorry.”

Taylor fought the urge to fidget underneath Maya’s calculating gaze. After a moment that had Taylor sweating Maya seemed to recognize her sincerity cause she broke into a soft smile. “Thanks Taylor. It means a lot and I accept your apology. I also wanted to thank you.”

Puzzled, Taylor was taken aback. “Thank me? For what?”

“For the first time we met. In the audition room? You stood up for me when that other actress was giving me a hard time and I never got to properly thank you for that. I was super nervous if that wasn’t apparent.” Oh, it definitely was. “And I knew it was a long shot but it’s rare to see any roles for people of colour. I just took a chance, however slim it is.”

“Well I’m glad it paid off.” Taylor stated. “I’m looking forward to working with you Maya Sanchez.”

“Same here Cruz.” Maya replied with her easy-going grin.

An old sedan pulled up to the curb and Maya waved happily at her mother. “Well that’s my ride. My mom’s going to want to hear a play-by-play.”

“Your mom sounds pretty cool.”

“She has her moments.” Maya smiled warmly. “Hiya Mama.” She greeted as soon as she opened the passenger door.

“Maya! How was your day? You have to tell me everything. Is this a new friend? Mija don’t be rude, introduce us unless you are embarrassed of your mother?”

“Of course not Mama.” Maya replied with a teasing roll of her eyes. “Mama, this is my co-star Taylor Cruz. She will be playing She-Ra. Taylor this is my mom, Gabriella.”

Taylor stepped forward, hunching half-way through the passenger seat to offer Maya’s mom a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Sanchez.”

She could sense Maya’s mother analyzing her, her eyes were sharp just like her daughter. The critical scrutiny must’ve ran in the Sanchez family. Taylor sweated under her gaze, knowing she looked out of place with her multiple piercings. Never had she been so nervous meeting a mother before. After a moment that felt like forever Maya’s mother clasped her hand in a firm handshake. “It’s Gabriella, my dear but aren’t you a sweetheart. Do you need a ride home Taylor?”

It was then Taylor remembered her beat-up car sitting uselessly on the side street back home. She had been so caught up with the events of the day she had forgotten to call for an Uber. The ride home was probably going to eat a good chunk of her savings too. “I took an Uber this morning. I just need to track one down –”

“Oh that won’t do! Take a seat Taylor we can drop you off home.”

“Mrs. Cruz, I mean Gabriella,” Taylor corrected when the older woman shot her a look. “I appreciate the offer but –”

Maya laughed, cutting Taylor off again. “It’ll save us some time if you just give up now and get in the car. My mom won’t take no for an answer. It’s in our culture. It’s best if you don’t offend my mother by saying no to her hospitality.”

“Of course not!” Taylor stuttered, unable to wrap her head around what was happening. She was used to fending for herself and none of her co-stars had ever cared if she made it home or not before, let alone her mother when she had been her manager. “Thank you for offering. I guess I’ll take you up on it. But I can help pay for the gas? I’m just a little out of LA, it’ll be a drive.”

“Nonsense my dear. It’ll be nice getting to know one of Maya’s new friends.”

She stared helplessly at Maya who shrugged and motioned to the car. “Come on Cruz. Let’s get you home.”

The ride was a only a little bit awkward. Fortunately Gabriella was able to fill in the silence with questions about the day, sounding just as enthusiastic as if she was starring the show also. Taylor had sat mostly in silence, answering questions only when Gabriella had attempted to pull her into the conversation but the older Sanchez had quickly learned that Taylor was more content with just listening in. Taylor was leaning her head against the glass window, watching the city skyline pass by and thinking about the day and what was to come. Things were finally looking up. Her co-stars were pretty cool and friendly, the production team was proud of the show they were making and she was on friendlier terms with Maya. They weren’t buddy-buddy but at least she was able to clear the air. Maybe they would never be friends but they both knew that they were good for the show and Taylor couldn’t wait to get started.

#catradora #myfic #catra #adora #she ra and the princesses of power #spop #Maya as Catra #Taylor as Adora #also on ao3

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