#it’s too much and I can’t figure out wtf I’m looking at
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I am so glad that Bethesda’s new game looks terrible. Who is playing Bethesda games for the groundbreaking graphics and story? You should be playing Bethesda games for the physics-breaking glitches. If I do a Skyrim playthrough and don’t see Louis Letrush walking around chest deep in the ground outside whiterun at some point, I’m devastated.
#I was honestly overjoyed to see how shit it looks#I’m sick of these beautiful games with 100k different colors and textures in one frame#it’s too much and I can’t figure out wtf I’m looking at#okay that’s a me problem but whatever#Todd Howard is out here making games for me specifically#text post
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Soft Launch » George Russell
summary: follow the journey of george’s soft launch to reveal your relationship
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georgerussell63: not many people I’d cook for, but tonight I’ll make an exception 🥺
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username1: you can cook for me anytime
oscarpiastri: chef russell on duty
username2: wait are we all just gonna pretend we don’t peep the sleeve
username3: @/username2 I thought it was just me wtf…the painted nails too
username2: @/username3 has georgie finally bagged himself a girl??? 🤔
lance_stroll: I thought the only person you cooked for was me
alex_albon: and here I was thinking the only love in your life was me
username4: this better not be a shitty soft launch russell
yukitsunoda0511: looks like you’ve done a good job!!
georgerussell63: @/yukitsunoda0511 thanks for all the tips yuki
username5: idk who this gal is but I’m already jealous
username6: all I want is to taste the cooking of george russell
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georgerussell63: adoring the view in front of me these days 🩷
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danielricciardo: I can’t help the fact I make you smile so hard mate
landonorris: I think you’ll find that he was looking at me
georgerussell63: if I was looking at either of you…I wouldn’t be smiling
username7: is this to do with wine and pasta girl?
username8: you can’t just leave us like that george
username9: I have got SO many questions wtf
lewishamilton: 🫢🫢🫢🫢
username10: @/lewishamilton what do you know? share everything
charles_leclerc: what you looking down at on the right there?
username11: @/charles_leclerc surely it’s the girl from before??
username12: this is sooo unfair
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georgerussell63: suited and booted (with thanks to my girl) 🤵🏻
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username7: not the secret pair of hands in the middle pic
alex_albon: she’s the only reason you were best dressed tonight
carlossainz55: SMOOTH OPERATOR 🏎️
username13: what sick pleasure do you get out of teasing us like this?
username14: I don’t think I can cope with much more of this
landonorris: all her hard work on the bow tie for you to just take it off 🙄
maxverstappen1: hair slick ✅ suit dapper ✅ you must be impressing someone
oscarpiastri: got her so whipped already she’s helping you dress??
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georgerussell63: enjoying the view in blue 🌊
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landonorris: gotta maintain that figure to maintain the girl
username15: adorable height difference confirmed 🥰
pierregasly: is your girl’s favourite colour blue by any chance?
charles_leclerc: gotta admit even I’m slightly invested in you two now
username16: we’re so close to a face reveal now
username17: just hurry up and tell us everything george
username18: I’ve never felt softer for this man
lewishamilton: the names russell…george russell 🕶️
georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton just call me then next bond
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georgerussell63: date night with my love 💕
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username19: I can almost see a face!! 😬
username20: this soft launch game is torture…c’mon george we love her already
charles_leclerc: who knew george russell could be edgy on the gram
landonorris: glad to see all those social lessons I gave you are paying off 🧑🏻🏫
georgerussell63: @/landonorris ofc lando, I could ever have gotten a girlfriend without you 🙄
carlossainz55: how’ve you managed to get the whole of f1 invested in your relationship?
georgerussell63: @/carlossainz55 you’ve just got to be devilishly handsome
username21: even blurry they look so happy together
username22: they’re already my fave couple ever
lewishamilton: you guys are the cutest - btw I love 🫢🫢’s smile too
username23: @/lewishamilton just spill the beans already
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georgerussell63: introducing my love to how us brits do summer 🥰☀️
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carlossainz55: aww look at georgie all in love 💕
danielricciardo: surprised you didn’t need to pack an umbrella mate 🌧️
georgerussell63: @/danielricciardo if we’d have been another five minutes the heavens would’ve drenched us 😭
username24: it’s the little tiptoe reach for me
username25: the height difference is tooooo cute
maxverstappen1: why do I feel like I’m looking at photos that belong to those weird fics some of our fans write?
georgerussell63: just call us your otp
maxverstappen1: otp???
georgerussell63: @/landonorris found you a new student
schecoperez: no one prepares you for when your son finds his first love 🤧
yukitsunoda0511: dont forget the guy who taught you to cook pasta all those months ago 💔
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georgerussell63: my love told me that I look good with black and white, so black and white it is 🩷
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landonorris: did she finally convince you to play some good tunes in those ears too??
oscarpiastri: I also think you look good in black and white if that counts for anything 🔥
georgerussell63: @/oscarpiastri you win my love for the most predictable comment in the world
username26: tell your love that she is spot on
charles_leclerc: must be serious when the admin team is giving you likes
georgerussell63: @/charles_leclerc they’ll do anything for the right price
username27: I just want a boyfriend like george russell…is that too much to ask for?
ynusername: 💕🥺
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georgerussell63: the best end to the best race, I couldn’t do it without all of your support y/n 🏎️💕
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hello there could i request jack x actress!reader where they’re co-stars on a show or film and they obviously have feelings for each other but it’s like “everyone knows about it BUT them” kinda thing lmao they act like a couple but neither of them has brought the subject up
let’s just say they were nominated for an oscar and at the vanity fair after party jack’s talking to a girl when he sees the reader talking dancing a little too close to an actor (who’s literally just a friend) and he just goes up to them like “hey can i steal you for a second? great thanks lets go” and just drags her to a more private part (maybe a romantic balcony?) and he’s like “wtf was that???” and she’s like “well i can ask u the same mr.” and it’s just angry love confession and they kiss (no smut pls!!) please and thank you so much 😁
angry confessions are the best😫 hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻
you belong with me — jack champion
word count: 1,729
pairing: jack champion x fem!reader
summary: y/n and jack belong together and, while everyone knows it, they acknowledged it. though, at the vanity fair party, the very awaited thing happens.
EVERYONE JUST KNEW Y/N AND JACK BELONGED TOGETHER. And every person who knew them agreed in something—it was very frustrating to see them act like a couple and completely deny there was something going on between them.
The cast of Avatar watched their bond born and blossom. It had been two years since they finished filming that movie, and the cast thought that, by now, they had already admitted their feelings, as they continued to work together after Avatar. And, by the way they were acting around each other throughout the Oscar ceremony, they were sure they were finally a couple.
“Holy shit, Jack, Andrew Garfield is two tables away from us” she said excitedly. “Oh god, is that Margot Robbie? Jack please pinch me I think I just saw Robert Pattinson, also known as the love of my life”.
“I’m not going to pinch you, and your fan girl side is absolutely adorable” Jack said, leaving a kiss on her nose. Y/N laughed and hid her heated cheeks on Jack’s neck.
“I’m so happy for you two!” Zoe told them. The whole table was looking at them as if they were the most adorable creatures in the world.
“What do you mean?” Jack asked confused.
“It was very obvious, you two had always acted like a couple around set. We all knew you would eventually get together” Sam said.
“Oh! No, we are not together. We’re just friends. And we do not act like a couple” Y/N said. The whole table let out a groan.
“I can’t with these two anymore” Stephen sighed.
Jack and Y/N exchanged glances, but said nothing, letting the ceremony continue.
AT THE END OF THE CEREMONY, THEY ENDED UP GOING TO THE VANITY FAIR PARTY. How could they not? Especially after Avatar won an Oscar. They had to celebrate. And above all, Y/N and Jack wanted to get Zoe’s words out of their minds.
“Y/N?” a voice that sounded familiar asked. The girl turned her head around to see one of her ex co-stars, Nick.
“Oh, god. Nick! Hi. It’s been so long” she said excited. He was one of the first people she worked with, and one of her first friends.
“You look amazing!” he said, looking at her emerald dress.
“Thank you, you too” Y/N smiled politely.
“Wanna dance?” Nick asked. Y/N looked around, Jack was supposed to bring some drinks, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was about to decline, when she caught his figure. Jack was talking with a very gorgeous girl, who had her hand on his bicep and was smiling at him in a flirty way.
“Actually, I’d love to” she clenched her teeth, eyes not leaving the scene as Nick led her to the dance floor.
“You okay?” Nick asked. Y/N blinked, finally looking at him. She faked a smile and nodded as they made a conversation.
Hearing Y/N’s laugh, Jack’s head turned around and closed his hand in a fist at the scene in front of him—his Y/N dancing with some boy and laughing at something he was saying. And his hand was on her waist. Her. Waist. Not caring about being polite to the nameless girl—who can’t seem to get her hand off his bicep—anymore, Jack marched towards the dance floor.
“Hey, can I steal you for a second?” Jack asked, not bothering to greet the boy dancing with Y/N. “Great thanks, let’s go” he said before Y/N could even open her mouth.
He led her to the large window at the end of the room, which led them to a beautiful antique balcony. “What the fuck was that?” Jack spat angrily once he closed the door, blocking the sound of the party. The chilly wind of the night embraced them.
Y/N looked at him in surprise, then in annoyance and crossed her arms in front of her chest “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“That… in there” his tone was hard “You were dancing with him, and giggling and flirting… what was that?”
Y/N scoffed “I could ask you the same question, mister. I mean, what was going on there between you and Mrs. Clingy?” her nose scrunched as the image of the girl touching Jack crossed her mind.
“Nothing was going on between me and-” he paused and frowned “Mrs. Clingy? What?”.
“Oh, Jack your hair looks so pretty tonight! Oh Jack, your suit is very stylish and the fabric is so soft! Can I touch it? Oh Jack, have you been going to the gym lately?” she imitated the girl’s pitched voice, while touching his arms “Holy fucking shit, the mice from Cinderella sound less annoying than her”
“That is not what she was saying at all!” Jack rolled his eyes. Lies, that kinda was how the conversation went “What about your boy, then? As if he wasn’t being all clingy, with his arms on your waist and showing you his charming smile, which in my opinion isn’t as charming as the girls on twitter say”.
The girl furrowed her eyes “The girls on-? never mind” Y/N sighed “We were literally dancing! What was he supposed to do with his hands?!” she exclaimed in a loud voice.
“Well, why were you dancing with him in the first place?” Jack asked, his tone matching hers.
Y/N moved her arms frenetically, it was something she did when she got frustrated “He’s my friend! We did a movie together a long time ago, we were catching up”
Jack let out a dry laugh “He sure as hell doesn’t want to be your friend”
“Oh, you read minds now!” she said sarcastically.
“I’m not stupid, I certainly can tell when a guy wants a girl”
“You’re totally wrong, but if he did, what is the problem?”
“There’s no problem!” he forced a laugh. “Why would there be a problem? You can flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want, date whoever you want!”
“Then what is this discussion for?!” Y/N looked at him, she was basically breathing flames when she talked. “There clearly is a problem—you can flirt with girls but for some reason I can’t flirt with boys?? And you have to drag me away to cause a useless fight and can’t even tell me what’s the real reason”.
“So you were flirting!” Jack pointed an accusatory finger at her.
She let out a groan of irritation “That’s what you got from all that?! Really?! Why are you being so insufferable right now?”
“Because I fucking love you!” Jack’s statement was as loud as the beats of her heart when she took in his words. “And I can’t stand seeing you dance with him, looking so fucking angelic. It drives me nuts how he gets to hear you laugh and your sweet voice. I want you to dance with me, I want you to laugh with me, I want the hand on your waist to be mine… and you know what else I want?” he asked, his voice gradually lowered as he spoke, and now it was soft as silk. And his face was only inches away from hers. Y/N was speechless, so she just shook her head “I want to kiss you, and I want everyone to see—especially him”.
“You are so… frustrating” she sighed, now her tone was calmer “He is just my friend, I promise. And I don’t want anyone but you, Jack. Ever since I met you on set, you have been the only boy on my mind. I don’t care how charming his smile is” she said, and Jack whispered ‘not that charming’. “He is not you”.
Jack smiled at those last words. He brought his hand to the side of her face, to pull away a strand of hair that fell from her ponytail “I’m sorry for acting like a jealous boyfriend. I had no right, it just… it pissed me off as much as it scared me”.
“Scared you?” she asked confused, leaning into the softness of his palm.
“The thought of you being with someone else, and losing you before I even got to tell you how I felt… it scared me” he confessed.
Y/N basically threw herself in his arms “I love you, Jack. And I’m sorry too, I also acted like a jealous girlfriend. And if it makes you feel less guilty, I was two seconds away from leaving the place with brunette strands of hair as a trophy”
At that, Jack bursted out laughing “You remind me of that villain bunny from The secret life of pets”
“Jack!” she laughed, pushing his shoulder gently.
“You’re so cute. I love you” he smiled as he left short kisses on her cheeks.
“Just for the record, you are also the least intimidating-looking guy ever. You are literally a golden retriever”
He grimaced “I’m a cat person”
Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling from ear to ear “Just kiss me, dork”.
Jack’s hands grabbed her cheeks as she raised her head to meet his lips. Their chests tightened as they became addicted to the softness of each other’s lips and the taste of cherry that Y/N’s chapstick provided. Her fingertips lost between his long curls as his traced circles on her blushed-covered cheeks.
They cursed the oxygen as they pulled away, breathless and complete mesmerised by the other, as if there were under the influence of some kind of spell. The magic broke with the sound of an opening door, and Y/N couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the sight of the brunette girl.
“Jack! I have been looking for you” her high pitch tone made Y/N’s jaw clench. “Oh, sorry. You don’t mind if I steal him, right?” she asked Y/N, a fake smile plastered on her face.
Y/N mimicked her smile “He’s busy right now. Come back never”
Jack tried not to laugh “Sorry, I want to be here with my girlfriend. There’s a guy on table 5 called Nick who is totally your type, though, you’ll like him”
The girl, clearly confused, turned around and left them alone. Y/N looked at Jack “Can we get out of here? I hate parties”.
“Sure, love. Movie and ice cream?” he asked, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. Their hands, as always, fitted just right. Like they were made to go together, like they belonged together—just like Y/N and Jack.
Y/N smiled and kissed his knuckles “You know me so well, I love you”.
#jack champion#ethan landry#jack champion x y/n#jackchampion#jack champion x reader#jack champion fluff#jack champion oneshot#jack champion imagine#avatar the way of water#avatar twow#jack champion fanfic#ethanlandry#scream iv#ethan landry x reader
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“Neteyam Standards”
Neteyam Sully x Human!reader
Ratings: SFW, Fluff
Word Count: 800
Notes: Man wtf why do I gotta indulge like this. This is me dipping my toes into the world of posting fan fiction, let me know what you think. Also I can’t figure out how to add a read more option help.
“You must’ve been the most beautiful creature on earth.” Neteyam murmurs into the crown of your head, his hand slipping into your considerably smaller one playing in the grass. You always admired the contrast of your skin tones next to each other. You scoff, “Hardly, but I appreciate the sentiment Teyam.” You left your voice drift off into the forest sounds, you prefer to let them speak for themselves but Neteyam has a different idea,
“I don’t think I could imagine anything more beautiful than you, Navi or human,” He ponders for a moment, “I wouldn't be surprised if you would rival the personified beauty of Eywa herself.” You laugh at this, sitting up to face him behind you only to be met with a drowsy, lovesick smile painted on Neteyam’s face as he listens to you with undivided attention, ”Do not say these things!” He catches your hand as you lightly shove him in the chest,
“ I can’t have Eywa upset at me, can I now? It’s hard enough just surviving on this planet without an ethereal deity out for me.” He laughs heartily, pulling you down to rest against his chest looking up into the canopy and at the sun shining through. It’s nearing eclipse, just close enough to see the first sliver of Polyphemus through the trees but not enough to worry about your return yet. Either way, you know that Neteyam could protect you against anything you may find in the dark. Out of the corner of your eye you see Neteyam’s ears twitch. Picking up all the chirps, hoots and howls of the forest. Two Atokirina dance between each other, floating down just far enough to tickle the finger tips of your outstretched hand.
“And besides, Eywa is much too beautiful. I don’t think I’d want to rival her. Nothing would seem beautiful to me if I was the most beautiful.” You add, only for your lover to squeeze your shoulder, his hand reaching out to join yours against the backdrop of the sky,
“I would like to believe Eywa thinks we are beautiful…” He murmurs before rolling on top of you, deciding he would much rather look at you than the leaves of the trees,
“Either way, you must be the most stunning creature on earth at least.” His bright eyes gaze up into yours. You can’t seem to find any hint of playfulness or doubt, he's fully sincere. So sincere it almost makes you tear up,
“Not particularly, I’m not exactly conventionally Earth beautiful either.” You give him a shaky smile, But he perseveres, cupping your face in his large hand, pressing his forehead to yours,
“I don’t buy it, my love. The way you speak of earth, burnt and devoid of life. I can’t imagine the people must be any better. All of the Humans I see here on Pandora are destructive and violent.” You hum, feeling the light rumbling of a purr in his chest against yours. You think for a moment, it might be nice for Neteyam to keep thinking that you are so beautiful that the Earth should weep for forgiveness for ever letting you leave, but you feel like you should tell the truth. That for earth standards, you were really, quite below average. Even though you don’t have to feel the pressure to look the way everyone wants you to look anymore, you would like to be able to be vulnerable with Neteyam, your mate,
“Earth… Has a very steadfast expectation on how you should look. So many humans would do anything to look that way,” You smile for a moment but it fades fast. “We would kill our planet for it. The plants and animals,” Neteyams huffs, pulling back for a moment,
“They did. Not you. This is not a matter of we.” He pouts. You will not bear this guilt alone, not on his watch. This makes you smile again,
“Whatever,” You roll your eyes. Never have you met anyone so stubborn to let you know how cared for you were, “I don’t meet that standard, Teyam, I think you would be stunned by those who do.”
Neteyam’s face softens. He can’t even fathom how you perceive yourself. To him you were the most empathetic, intelligent, caring person he’s ever met, not to mention the very love of his life. He moves to sit on your outstretched thighs,
“I don’t care about ‘Earth standards’.” He creates bunny ears with his fingers,
“In Nettayam standards, You are the most stunning being in the whole galaxy.”
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nct dream reaction: having a wet dream about you
warnings: suggestive but doesn’t go into too much detail
{nct dream masterlist}
a/n: this as been stuck in my drafts for way to long… not one of my best :( but i still wanted to post it
permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 @erin-calling
mark:
would not look you in the eyes
he practically goes missing
he just feels so guilty
you’re good friends with all the guys and he doesn’t want you to think of him any different
you have to bribe johnny to tell you where mark is
he told you locked himself in his room
but before you can go confront mark
johnny tells you to wear something sexy with a wink
this confused you even more!!! wtf is going on
you listened to johnny and wore a low cut shirt
you barged in his room already complaining about how he was ignoring you and how much it hurt for him to avoid you
“are you even paying attention?”
when he didn’t respond, you noticed he was paying a little too much attention…not to what you were saying but to your chest
you were getting a little annoyed but weirdly turned on
“take a picture, it will last longer”
“for real, can i?”
renjun:
this boy would be STRESSING OUT
he knows you’re cute
but he never looked at you in a sexual way
so why is his dreams messing with him
the next time he would see you, unlike mark, he would watch your every move
he wouldn’t shy away from you, until you try to make any sort of physical touch
then he would freak out
you noticed how weird he was acting so you suggested having a little drink
just to loosen up a little bit
well a little bit turned into a lot a bit
he ended up telling you about the dream and you pushed him for more details
“ you think we can recreate it?”
jeno:
he would feel so guilty
when he woke up from a dream about you
he would feel disgusted at himself
not because he didn’t like it… but because he liked it a little too much
the whole day he would be grouchy
until the guys kept texting you and asking you what’s wrong with jeno
so you decided to head to the dorms to figure out what’s wrong
but he was the same jeno you always see, smiley and cuddly
it wasn’t until you guys were cuddling you noticed he was starting to get hard
“jeno, are you okay?”
“fuck, i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable” he groaned while trying to separate himself from you
when you pulled him back he was shocked
“i never said i was uncomfortable”
haechan:
you would think he would stop flirting with you..
but his flirting wouldn’t stop
usually when you would flirt back he would tease you
but now when you flirt back he blushes
then he goes silent
you would know something is up because THIS BOY NEVER STOPS TALKING TO YOU
when you confront him, he would make so many excuses
he has practice and can’t talk
hes too busy stuffing his face with food
he’s in the middle of a game
you have to corner him and border-line threaten him to tell you what’s wrong
when he wouldn’t look at you in the eyes and kept saying stuff about dreams is when it hit you
“did you have a wet dream about me or something?”
“WHAT NO WHY WOULD I HAVE A WET—“
you cut him off “aw that’s to bad” and winked at him while slowly moving away from him
“Wait! um what if i did?”
jaemin:
saw this coming
you two always flirt
EVERY SINGLE DAY
he basically expected you to show up in his dreams
but he wasn’t going to outright tell you!
the only person who knew about jaemin’s little secret was jeno
and jeno was TIRED
so in a game of never have i ever, jeno pulled out the big guns
“never have i ever had a wet dream about one of my friends”
you and jaemin made eye contact before you both took a sip of your drinks
jeno laughed and went to his own room, his job here was done
“was it about me?” you asked
“of course, who else would it be about”
chenle:
this boy is done with life
the first time you sleep over his house
he has a wet dream about you
what is he? a prepubescent boy?
when he heard you calling his name and felt your hands shaking him
a little too real to be dreaming
he shot up and hoped that he didn’t say anything in his sleep
when he got a good look at your face he felt relieved
you looked worried and not disgusted
he was about to come up with a lie before you started laughing at him
“did you have a good dream? it sure sounded like you did”
chenle always has some smart ass response but right now he was left speechless
“you know i can help you?”
Jisung:
you two are close, like VERY CLOSE
best friends who share everything with each other
so when he had a wet dream about you
he simply ask you if you had ever had a weird dream with him
you didn’t really know why he was asking this until you saw how he was blushing
so you pushed him to tell you more about the dream he had about you
when he finally broke and told you he had a wet dream about you, you laughed
you didn’t get the big deal because you can’t really control what happens in your dreams
but when you say how jisung was blushing and how he was starting to get hard, you decided to take things to the next level
you always found jisung extremely hot
“do you wanna make your dream a reality?”
#nct dream#nct dream x reader#chenle#haechan#jaemin#renjun#jeno#mark#nct dream fluff#nct dream smut#nct dream reactions#nct dream smut reactions#nct dream hard hours
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fearless
satoru gojo x f!reader
in which satoru makes you a little more fearless
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
an: no one will stop me from writing satoru one shots based on taylor swift songs. no one.
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You watch the manager get in her car, waving her goodbye as you sit on the bench. You pull out your phone, shooting fast text messages to all of your friends. It was time for this godforsaken night to be over.
satoru. favor pls pls pls.
beg :P
i was on a date but i got stood up. i need a ride back home and shoko has night shift :0
alsoooo….the restaurant closed and i’m kinda standing alone in the rain :(
wtf. address. omw now.
faster. im freezing to death as you speak.
stfu.
You can feel the rain coming down harder as time goes on and you huddle under the wall of the building. You’re trying to avoid getting wet or contracting hypothermia in the twenty minutes it will take Satoru to get here.
The rain is…surprisingly refreshing. You can see puddles forming in the divots of the pavement, the glow of the sign overhead reflecting in them. The air smells clean, the streetlights making the entire road glow. If your date had actually showed up, it could make for a very special memory, like the Notebook or the Titanic. You could walk in the rain, hand in hand getting drenched and jumping in the puddles.
See. This was your problem. You curse your sweet little romantic heart in moments like this. It would kill you one day. The real world is not like your romance novels. Or your favorite movies. Or the songs you love to listen to.
In the real world, people don’t respond to your texts, they leave you stranded at a restaurant in the middle of a god damn monsoon. People don’t ask you on dates, or spill coffee on you in restaurants, or stay in love with you after years of dating.
You shake your head, dispelling the thoughts from your mind. You’re not going to think about that tonight.
You see a car pull into the parking lot and recognize it immediately. The black car has music blaring from it, the front bumper entirely gone. When you told Satoru he needed to get his driving under control since he’s driving two kids around all the time, all he said was “hot girls can’t park” in response.
Satoru smacks the door shut, an umbrella in his hand. You watch him run over, noting that he was in a fancier outfit than usual. He pulls you under the umbrella, the two of you standing closely underneath it.
“Well, there’s hardly a point for that now.�� you say, looking up at the umbrella.
“You could have checked the weather forecast and kept an umbrella with you.”
“Victim blaming is a horrible look on you, Satoru Gojo.”
He laughs, rolling his eyes as he secures his arm around you, leading you back to the car.
“I’m glad to see your horrible night has done nothing to kill your attitude problem.”
You ignore the comment, ducking into the car. It’s nice and toasty, the heater being cranked to the highest setting. Satoru runs to the other side, jumping into the car as well. He backs out of the parking lot, the two of you heading home. The two of you drive in silence for some time, the only sound being Satoru’s music blasting from the stereo.
“So…you were on a date?”
“Well, he didn’t come. So no, I wasn’t on a date.”
“Shut up. You’re so annoying.”
You smile, putting your hands under your thighs to warm them.
“But actually. You’re dating again, Y/N?”
“Trying to. Figured it was time to get back out there and all.” you whisper, the car enveloping in silence again. Your head mulls over the events of the night again.
You got ready. You took out your nice curling iron, spent an hour on your makeup, and took out your best party dress. All to sit in the restaurant eating the free bread and eating dinner alone.
“Sometimes, I think I expect too much. I’m too shy to love for real.”
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“I don’t know. I’m not making any sense.”
“Tell me what comes to mind. I’ll piece it together, yeah?”
You nod, feeling the blood pulsating in your neck.
“I just…want love so bad. The real kind. Like throwing pebbles at the window, stereo over your head, running to the airport, dancing in the rain, kind of love. But, I’d never really do that. I’m too scared to say I want that and too much of a coward to actually do it myself. I just wish someone would come around who wanted to do it all with me.”
Satoru is quiet, his hands still placed on the steering wheel. He doesn’t respond, his jaw clenched.
“Nevermind. I’m being silly, Satoru.”
At the sound of your dismissance, he stops the car, pulling it over on the side of the road. You turn your head, confused on why he was stopping in front of a Walgreens that was already closed.
“Satoru. Why are you stopping?”
He looks over, his eyes peering into yours. His hand reaches for the stereo, turning the volume all the way up. You’re about to protest but he jumps out of the car before you can. He’s standing outside in the pouring rain, getting drenched. You scoot over to his seat, rolling the window down to talk to him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you nearly scream, the sound of the rain and the wind obscenely loud.
“Get out of the car, Y/N!”
“It’s pouring. And my clothes will get wet.”
He leans over the side of the car, his veiny hands resting on the window you opened. You look down, the water tracking into the side of his car. You look back up, his eyes boring into yours. You’re unable to place the look in his eyes.
“Get out. I’m not asking. I want to dance with you, right here and right now.”
He pushes off the car and extends his hand out, the rain pouring down on him. His hair is a matted mess, his shirt sticking to his torso. Fuck it. You peel off your jacket before joining him in the rain.
The drops are cold against your bare shoulders, the curls you spent hours doing wilting in the rain. You put your hand in his and smile, the water dripping down both of your faces. He spins you around, holding you against his chest.
He hands you his phone, placing his head on your shoulder to look at the screen with you.
“Pick the song, peaches.”
You turn your head, his lips a few inches from yours.
“Peaches?”
“Your shampoo. It smells like peaches.”
You nod, turning back to scroll through his phone. You can feel his arms snaking around your waist, holding you tight against his back. You pick the first song you can find - Lover by Taylor Swift - and press the button.
You can hear the opening notes start to blare out of his car. Satoru snatches his phone back from your fingers and spins you back around to face him. His hands readjust to interlock with yours. The two of you take turns spinning each other around and swaying in the rain, the song whistling in the back. Satoru tries to dip you and horribly fails, the two of you nearly tumbling onto the pavement.
“Okay, maybe I’m not the best at dancing, but the thought is still there.”
You laugh, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You slow down your swaying and press yourself against Satoru, digging your face into the crook of his neck. You feel like your heart is about to burst. You could die right here, in Satoru Gojo’s arms. You feel him slow down at the contact, his hands pressing you even closer into him.
The two of you sway in silence, enveloped in each other's embrace for what feels like a long time, before you break apart to actually go home. You move first, murmuring how Tsumiki and Megumi were probably worried sick. He responds that they could care less but heads back to the car nonetheless.
You settle back into the car, the two of you tracking rain all over his seats. As he backs out, he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your fingers twice before driving on. You lean your head against his shoulder, his minty smell overwhelming your nose.
When he pulls into your driveway, the two of you get out, the rain finally stopping. There are puddles in the pavement as you make your way up the driveway, you and Satoru stomping in them on your way up. You can’t tell if you’re trembling from the cold or from his hand in yours.
He stops at your porch, turning back over to face you.
“Did you want to come in? I can find a change of clothes.” you whisper, breaking the silence.
He shakes his head, grinning at you.
“Kids are waiting at home with Nanami. I’m sure he’s already pissed at how long I’ve been gone.”
You smile, nodding at his words. His hair is damp now, lying messily against the top of his forehead. You resist the urge to reach up and touch it.
You’re not sure what it is, maybe something in the air but…you want to kiss him. You want to kiss Satoru Gojo, right here right now. Drenched from the rain, freezing cold, on your dingy ass porch.
You ignore the shaking in your hands and swing your hands around his neck, your faces inches away from each other. You can see the hesitance in his eyes, the confusion at what you were doing.
You close your eyes and lean forward, sincerely hoping he won’t reject you. And just like you wished, he didn’t. His plush lips press against yours, his hands snaking around you to pull you closer. He tastes sweet, the mint you were smelling earlier present on his lips. He breaks apart, pressing soft kisses all over your face - the side of your cheek, the bridge of your nose, the top of your forehead.
You’re interrupted by Satoru’s phone ringing, Nanami’s contact flashing against the screen. Before Satoru can speak, you shake your head, telling him to head home. He presses another peck to your lips before leaving.
You lock the door behind you, flicking on the lights as you head up to your room. As you peel out of your soaked dress, you hear a light knocking against your window.
You look down to find Satoru in your lawn, throwing pebbles at your window. You swing it open, glaring down at him.
“You’re going to break my window, idiot.”
“You wanted this!”
“What are you doing?”
“Dancing in the rain, pebbles on your window, stereo of your head, running to the airport kind of love. I’m the person who wants to do it with you!”
You pause, taking in his words. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, realizing what was happening. This idiot was going to be the death of you.
You throw a shirt on quickly and run back down the stairs, to where Satoru was still standing outside. When you reach him, you grab him by the end of his collar, pulling him down to kiss him again. He freezes at the contact at first before smiling against your mouth and returning your affections.
The two of you break apart, again, both of you laughing. He rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you.
“God.”
“What, Satoru?”
“For someone who is supposedly a coward, you’re feeling bold today.”
You pause.
“It’s you. You make me fearless.”
You feel him take your face into his hands, his eyes filled with warmth as he looks down at you.
“Fearless enough to stand in your lawn with no pants on?”
You smack the side of his shoulder, before running back into your house. He joins you back at the door, reminding you that he won’t treat you to the best second date ever if you parade in front of your neighbors half naked again. You smack him one more time for good measure, before pressing a kiss to his cheek to say goodbye.
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close to home | chapter seventy
close to home | chapter seventy
plot: the reader asks Daryl for something only he can do
series masterlist
Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader
Word Count: 2,084
Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, slight description of self harm
A/N: chapter 70 wtf I feel like this is way too long lol
A week later, your life was returning to normal. Your heart was still mourning over what happened, and your dreams were haunted by Beta’s face and Alpha’s voice, but when you were awake, you were okay. Siddiq gave you a stamp of approval on the baby, and with no active pregnancies, Hilltop was sending over their machine for you and Rosita to use during your pregnancies. You’d have to figure out a way to thank Alden. It should be here by the end of the week.
You visited Tora’s grave every morning for the first week you returned. Through all the trouble, you’d forgotten. And though it still stung, you were happy she wouldn’t be around for the trouble that might come. Daryl helped you fix her collar so you could wear it as a bracelet.
Daryl opted not to return to the council on the grounds that he would be too busy. Gabriel tried to get him to stay, but he refused, and you didn’t want to push him. He was still healing, too. And the threat of the Whisperers was still out there.
Your belly was still the same size, but you knew it wouldn’t be long until you popped. By the end of the month, you’d be showing. You and Rosita rooted through all the maternity clothes you could find in the community. You knew you’d be wearing Daryl’s favorite black sweater a lot.
Aaron and Daryl were set to start working on the rooms upstairs within the next few days so they could paint the walls while it was cool enough to keep the windows open. You just hoped the expired paint would be okay. Otherwise, it was discarded wallpaper from the basement storage, and you did not want that. There were two other small rooms that would become storage, but neither of them were gonna finish it unless they had to.
You could not help them because of the pregnancy, so you did what you could. The last bits of crops were ready for harvesting and storing, so you helped.
You were exhausted when you walked into your bedroom that night. You hoped the men would finish the room before you were too pregnant to get everything set up there.
Daryl followed behind you, hands on your waist. You’d all had a very late dinner because of the late harvesting, and Michonne had to carry RJ up.
You sighed as you sat at the edge of the bed. “I think I’m going to sleep all day tomorrow.”
“Ain’ gonna sleep much. Me and Aaron are gonna start the walls in the afternoon.”
You sighed again. “I’ll go sleep on Rosita’s couch.” You heard him snort as you started to change for bed.
Your back was toward Daryl as you did, and just as you were putting your shirt on, his hands wrapped around your lower waist.
“Why ya hidin’ from me? Ya never used to care ‘bout me seein’ ya?”
You closed your eyes and unwrapped his arms from around you before he could touch his stomach. “I’m just changing, silly.” He gave you a look when you turned around that told you he knew you were lying, and you bit your lip. “My stomach… the words…”
“Ya don’ gotta be embarrassed ‘bout them. Ain’ ya fault.” He told you.
“I am embarrassed. It’s disgusting what they did to me. I can’t even look in the mirror.” You pulled down your jeans and sat down, kicking them off your legs.
“Ya ain’ disgustin’.” Daryl knelt before you and put his hands on your thighs. “Ya are so beautiful, (Y/N).”
You chewed on your lip before you leaned forward to kiss him.
It had been weeks since the last time you were intimate with him. You missed it. You missed him. So you grabbed his arms and tugged him. He knew what you wanted and pushed you backward onto the bed.
“I mean it,” He whispered against your lips. “Ya know that?”
You nodded, pushed off his vest, and then worked at the buttons on his shirt. “I know you do. I just don’t see it the same way.”
He grabbed the hem of your shirt, and you grabbed his hand to stop him. “Trust me, baby girl.” Slowly, you let go and decided to trust your husband.
***
Daryl watched you with a careful eye as you handed him his crossbow. The morning held a promise of winter, and as he swung the bow over his shoulder, you zipped up his jacket.
“Don’t stay out there too long, okay? Stay close to home.” You reminded him for the hundredth time.
“‘M just huntin’, be back in a few hours to start on the room.” He reminded you for the hundredth time, too.
You nodded and grabbed him, pulling him down to kiss. “Just be careful.”
Daryl kissed you again before he left toward the gate. With the Whisperers having their territory and the communities having theirs, he wasn’t worried about crossing into their lands. Especially since Alexandria was further out.
But as he approached the gate and heard the thunder, he sighed. Hunting in the rain wasn’t easy because the animals were hiding, and he knew you’d kill him if he went out. So he turned back around and headed toward the house.
With the main harvesting done, the community had to do nothing except prepare for winter. A wood crew was consistently bringing in firewood, but Alexandria would be quiet today with the rain.
As he passed the school, he saw RJ and Judith through the windows.
When Daryl walked through the house, Dog greeted him, and he set his crossbow down on the coffee table. The house was quiet. He wasn’t sure where Michonne was, probably poking around the community, and you were supposed to be caning dry goods for the winter. But the kitchen was empty, and when he went upstairs to your shared bedroom, it was empty, too.
He paused when he heard a thud on the floor above and quickly walked up the second set of stairs. Daryl could hear someone in the bathroom, and he pushed the slightly open door further back.
“(Y/N)...”
Daryl’s mouth parted in shock as he saw the blood on the counter. His eyes traveled to your bloody hands and then up your body. The top half of your body was naked save your bra, but his eyes remained on your stomach.
“What are ya doin?” He nearly yelled, his heart panicking as he stalked toward you. He grabbed your wrist to take the knife, but you pulled away from him.
“Stop,” You said. “Don’t, Daryl.”
“Are ya crazy?” Daryl yelled, trying to get the knife, but you blocked him again.”Ya can’ do this.”
“It’s my body!” You shouted. “It’s my body. And she cut into it like it was hers. I am not going to look at myself every day for the rest of my life and see her warning.”
“I can’ let ya do this, ya know I can’. Give me the knife.” Daryl said.
You shook your head. “Nothing you do will stop this from happening. So you can either sit by my side and be with me through this, or I’ll just do it again when you aren’t here.”
Daryl sighed and looked down at your stomach. You’d already gotten through three words. His stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. “The baby.”
“She’s fine. I cleaned the knife, and I’m cleaning the cuts as I go,” You said, “Honey, I need to do this. I don’t care if it’s crazy. And it’s not like I have any other options to cover this up. And I know you’ll breathe easier not seeing it, too.”
“I ain’ gonna breathe easy seein’ ya all cut up like that.”
“I see your back,” You countered. “I see the scars on your back and chest every single day, and it breaks my heart each time. But it’s you, Daryl Dixon. It’s my husband. And even though I’d kill your father if he weren’t already dead, I love them because they are a part of you. Just like I know you love every single scar on me.”
His eyes glanced at your gunshot scar, the stab from years ago, and all the other scars you’d received since he met you. He hated seeing each and every single one, and it made him want to kill everyone who’d ever hurt you. He didn’t care if it was right or wrong. If they’d hurt you, he wanted them dead.
But he did love them. They made you who you were. Each scar was a test of your strength and determination. They were a storybook of everything you survived and fought through. The Governor, Terminus, the Saviors, and now the Whisperers. Each scar made you the strong, independent, capable woman he loved more than life itself.
Finally, Daryl nodded while sighing. “Okay, okay. I ain’ sayin’ ‘m happy ‘bout this, but I get it. But if ya gonna do this, we gonna do this right. Don’ need ya doin’ this by yaself and bleedin’ out.”
Daryl took the knife from you and rinsed off the blood. Then he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and used a towel to wipe up the blood. You weren’t cutting deep, but enough to change the scars. If anything, it showed him how good you were with a knife.
“You don’t have to do this, I can do it myself.”
Daryl chewed on his lip before shaking his head. “I ain’ wanna hear any jokes from ya ‘bout this later on, sayin’ I cut ya up or bullshit.”
You leaned back as you smiled, wincing slightly. “Let’s just get this done, and when this baby is out of me, I’ll let you do one of the poke-and-stick tattoos you did on your hand. Okay?”
Daryl nodded, put his hand on your waist, and then brought the knife to the following letter. “Ya sure?”
“Just do it quick.”
He hesitated for a good thirty seconds before doing what you asked. Each delicate knife swipe was torture for him, and his eyes were rimmed with tears. He couldn’t believe he let you talk him into this.
And he knew it hurt. He was trying to be as gentle as he could, cutting deep enough to change the scar only.
He finished the first line when he set the knife down and started to treat it.
“Thank you,” You whispered. Your face was red from holding your screams, and you felt sick. “Seriously Daryl. Thank you.”
“Ya my wife,” Daryl said as he finished wrapping the first line. “Better or for worse.”
***
Winter embraced Alexandria with a foot of snow a few weeks later. You passed your twenty-week mark and were showing. The bump had grown exceptionally well, and Siddiq checked on the baby once a week.
As soon as you started showing, Daryl seemed to go insane. He wouldn’t let you stand guard at the walls, he wouldn’t let you go outside, he wouldn’t let you help him and Aaron with finishing the bedroom and baby room.
You were getting sick and tired of what you couldn’t do. But you returned the favor. He couldn’t go out alone anymore. He couldn’t go to Hilltop or the Kingdom. He had to stay with you. And he had to stop smoking. You had Michonne burn all the cigarettes you could find. She even helped you look for them all.
The two of you could live with the rules since they kept you both safe, especially for the baby.
The scars on your arms were baby pink lines, and your stomach looked like it’s been swiped with Lucille, but you couldn’t make out the words anymore. You were able to look in the mirror again.
And the best part was that there was no word about the Whisperers. You weren’t sure if it was because it was winter or because you were all sticking to the boundary. All you knew was that they were gone, which helped heal some wounds, too.
***
The street was icy as you carefully walked over it. Two mugs of hot cider were in your glove-covered hands, and you followed the sound of shoveling. Michonne was with you, carrying two others.
The barn had snowed in, and you knew Daryl had been helping Aaron, Laura, and Eugene clear it. Most of the kids were out playing in the snow, so you could hear laughter from all over the community.
You smiled widely when you saw Daryl, even though you saw him an hour ago. You weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or because you were starting to feel safe again, but you couldn’t get enough of him.
“Gabriel, Laura,” Michonne called out.
You crossed over a particularly icy patch before finally getting to Daryl and Aaron. “Hi, boys.” You smiled.
“Thank you,” Aaron said as he grabbed the mug. “It’s freezing.”
You handed the other one to your husband. “Yeah, I know. Figured you would be cold.” You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a hat. “And you forgot this, old man.”
Daryl rolled his eyes and tried to duck away, but you managed to put the hat over his head anyway. Then you yanked on the puff balls hanging from either side of the hat.
“Motherin’ already and the baby ain’ even here,” Daryl grumbled.
You smiled at his grumpy attitude and wrapped an arm around his. “You guys are almost done. Anywhere else?”
“No, we got the church steps already,” Aaron said.
You nodded and looked towards where the kids were playing. “Okay, well I’m gonna check on the kids.” You leaned up to give Daryl a kiss—because you knew Aaron would tease him about it—and then left to go see to the children.
Which led to both you and Michonne being ambushed by snowballs.
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Every Night is Ghoul's Night
Summary: Ken leads the way to the Real World to join Barbie for a new holiday he doesn't quite understand. Once he arrives, he learns that most things in this place are hard to understand.
WC: 1.4k + there's a few 4th wall breaks so if that is hard for u don't read this!! ken goes to the real world for a Halloween party and people there have seen the barbie movie
AN: i'm leaving town for like 9 days on the 18th and i just wanted to write something silly before i left!!! after seeing the movie my friend and i talked about being barbie and ken for halloween and it crossed my mind that that would probably confuse him lol. ps thank u for all ur kind words omg!!! i love ken so much and u guys make me want to just keep writing about him CRYING EMOJI!!! thank u seriously wtf u guys are so nice to me wtf .
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He really was trying to understand it all. This felt like Patriarchy all over again. Turns out Halloween is not about tiny black sky dogs coming to bite you to assert their dominance (allegedly called “bats” like baseball), nor is it about evil vegetables that come to life and are filled with fire. Wild, I know.
“It’s okay you guys, I know what I’m doing, I’ve done this before.”
Ken stuck out a dismissive hand, reminding the rest of the Barbies (and the Kens and Allen) that he’s been to the Real World (and even found his way back all by himself!) as he led the way. He wanted them to feel at ease – he remembered how worried he was the first time he went to the Real World. It was not like he expected at all.
He reassured them he definitely knows what's up. Except that he doesn’t. And he didn’t last time either.
One (very long, as the passenger Barbies and Kens and Allen well exceeded the hundreds) car-rocket-boat-rv-bike-jetski-rollerblade trip later and Ken was met with Barbie in Venice Beach, just like last time.
“Hi Ken! Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! Hi Barbie! Hi Barbie! Hi Ken!”
He was so happy to see her and wanted to hear all about how she’d been and what she'd been up to (as well as thank her for inviting him and everyone over), but that must wait, lest he misunderstands Halloween any longer.
He was on a mission, that’s for sure.
All of the crew skated alongside Barbie, following her to her sorority house. Ken didn't know what that was, but he figured it didn't have to do with Halloween, so he wasn't interested. They were throwing a giant blowout party with all the students (and planned choreography, and a bespoke song) for 'Halloween', whatever that was.
His original costume was a vampire but he scared himself in the mirror and cried so he settled instead for a cowboy (not that that had to be a costume, he liked to look like that anyways).
It would’ve been more fitting to dress as a detective the way he wanted so desperately to know what all of this meant. The decorations were… so dark, literally zero sparkles, all of the people at the party looked badly injured, the music had words he’s never heard before, and the fruit punch tasted horrible – like a burning kind of horrible – none of it made any sense to Ken. And the girls were scary too.
They were all touching him and laughing. He couldn’t tell if they were laughing at his confusion or just having fun, but something about it felt weird. They were looking at him in a way he didn’t understand, and he very much sensed an undertone of violence.
“You were soo good in the movie, Ken!”
He couldn’t tell you how many times he’d heard that tonight because he had stopped counting after 20 (he can’t count higher than 20). All the girls saying that to him were wearing Barbie’s clothes, like they had borrowed them from her. He didn’t know why. Wasn’t tonight about dressing up? That’s just what Barbie wore everyday back home. Even the Palazzo pants!
And what movie? The God Father? Why did everyone keep bringing up The Movie™ like he was supposed to know what they were talking about?
He excused himself to further analyze the situation, his eyes squinting and shifting, taking in all the information. The books he read back home said a lot of stuff about magic and evil spirits, but all he knew about magic was from Magic Ken’s earring, let alone what an ‘evil spirit’ was. None of this was appealing, and if he was honest, it all sort of frightened him. Who wants to hang around waiting for Patriarchy guys to jump out and scare you all night?
Which they did. For who knows how many times (he stopped counting at 20). He knew this time they were definitely laughing at him, so excused himself.
The air was cold and the lull of the music and people talking from inside spilled everywhere he went. He couldn’t escape it. It hurt his ears, but at least it wasn’t as loud out here.
Sat on the front step outside under twinkling orange lights was a girl wearing nearly the same costume as him.
He noticed she looked like she wasn’t enjoying herself much either, her chin resting in her palms folded over her lap. The flowers embroidered on her Cowgirl shirt matched his. Even the pattern at the base of his bell-bottoms was the same on her suede skirt.
He stood beside her hesitantly, careful to not disturb her – and also worried she would try to scare him like everyone else had.
“Sorry, is it okay if I sit here? This isn’t going how I thought it would.”
“Oh, parties are for sure the worst part about Halloween.”
Ken’s head tilted to the side, curious.
“Worse than bat?”
You smiled at him, patting the porch next to you, gesturing for him to join.
“You mean bats? Like fruit bats? I think they’re cute.”
“Cute?! Bats are much more dangerous than people realize. Even I know that. You know, Zoologist is not even my job. And it is not Pumpkin Carver, which is a common misconception. Yeah – ‘cause actually my job? It’s just–”
“Beach? And what a good job you do at it? I saw the movie.”
You watched as his brow furrowed.
“What movie? Everyone keeps talking about some movie, did I miss something? All we have at home is The Wizard of Oz and The God Father and neither of those have beach.”
“Oh my gosh, you haven’t seen it? You don’t even know?”
“Know what?”
“Is that even legal? Can Mattel release this without, like, asking for your permission?”
“Permission for what?!”
You took his hand, standing up. He followed suit, proving to be much taller than you’d expected. He kind of towered over you – and you had boots on (to complete the Ken look, of course).
“C’mon, I’ll show you, but it’s going to be really weird to watch yourself and it will probably make you have some sort of existential crisis where you realize you were created by someone in the 60s.”
His face screamed confusion, but he followed you anyway, the two of you strolling through the damp rain-soaked streets from this afternoon’s storm. The theater was only a few blocks away so you didn't mind walking – and it was nice to see the decorations and lights through the windows from parties.
“Hey, did you notice we’re matching!”
“Yeah, Ken, I’m dressed as you.”
He stopped walking, his boot spurs scraping the pavement. You stopped too, turning to face him.
Tears were welling up in his eyes.
“You… You dressed up… as me?”
“Yeah. So did he. And him, and her, and them too.”
You pointed to some of the trick-or-treaters (and even their parents) that walked on the sidewalks beside you. He hadn’t noticed, but you were right. All of them… All of them were dressed as him. And even he knew choosing a costume was a very important – maybe the most important – part of Halloween.
“You mean… I’m cool enough that people here in the Real World want to look… like me?”
His eyes were shiny and huge like a cartoon character. He looked ridiculous, falling apart right here in the road, the glow of the streetlamps glittering around him, but it did pull at your heartstrings a little.
“Ken… You don’t get it. You’re an icon right now.”
“I don’t know what that word means.”
“Like… this movie. Everyone saw it to just have fun with their friends but you really changed a lot of people’s perspectives on some really important stuff. Mojo Dojo Casa Dreamhouses were flying off the shelves – gosh, you were even the most popular tattoo! You taught people something here – showed them a part of themselves they didn't know how to put words to.”
“What is a tattoo?”
You remembered it too, the first time you saw it and laughing before watching your friends bawl their eyes out towards the end. Here in The Real World you had heard about Skipper (although N-SYNC was a surprise…) so you knew it was possible, but it never dawned on you that the Barbies and Kens had no idea that you were all watching. Except Allen, for some reason.
You watched as he just got more and more confused, taking his hand once again and guiding him to the theater.
“Hey… is that a picture of me?”
“Yes, Ken, that’s an advertisement for the movie.”
He really didn’t have any idea.
“Two tickets for Barbie please!”
The guy in the booth was dressed as a vampire, Ken’s decidedly mortal enemy as of the last 24 hours. He looked awestruck.
“Is that Ryan Gosling?”
The two of you replied in unison;
“Who’s Ryan Gosling?”
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Calling them your baby daddy as a joke headcanons!
warnings: slightly suggestive on gojo’s part other than that pure sfw/reader is gn poc
n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
itadori, megumi, nobara, gojo + nanami’s reaction to the joke
Itadori Yuuji
• poor boy is so confused he’s like a lost puppy trying to figure out what baby daddy meant until you explained it to him and he was..still confused. “You’re not having any children are you?” would definitely be a question he’d ask he’s too precious for these types of jokes god forbid you just hugged him and gave him kisses 💔💔
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Megumi Fushiguro
• oh trust me honey he knows what baby daddy means and would eye you so suspiciously until you tell him that it’s a joke “Oh, it’s a joke?” maybe he knows a little too much for his age (wtf toji)
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Nobara Kugisaki
• your first mistake was ever calling her baby daddy obviously she knows you are joking but still would press you about it, “Is it mines? Are you sure?” she would definitely go out her way to have a photo shoot with you and be like they’re carrying a little me gojo would be ctfu 😭
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Gojo Satoru
• this cocky motherfucker is gonna believe you when you come up to him rubbing your stomach etc. “Gojo, i’m carrying your baby..you’re my baby daddy..” oh. yeah you kinda fucked up “Are you coming up to me saying you’re pregnant because of how much I fucked you last night?” he would definitely lift his blindfold asking this question just to stare at you with his light blue orbs. you admit it was a joke to him and to which he smiled. now he’s taking you to your shared bedroom to bang you til the street lights come on. yeah he’s gonna be your baby daddy fr soon.
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Nanami Kento
• first off he thinks that gojo put you to this damn thing. “Have you been hanging around gojo more..?” and maybe gojo did up to you. you would purposely bloat your stomach out to make it look like a baby bump. nanami isn’t for it he just puts his head in his hands and shakes his head. mans can’t catch no break but he loves you nonetheless. would totally want to you stop hanging around gojo though aka mr. bad influence. after you admit to him it was a joke you gave him unlimited smooches for the entire day
#jjk x you#jjk x poc!reader#itadori x y/n#megumi x y/n#nobara x reader#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#gojo being a absolute playa#nobara playing along with you because she loves you#itadori is confused forgive him#MEGUMI JUST KNOWS TOO MUCH.#nanami is tired.
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why r you such a good writer wtf i love your work 😭😭 i was wondering if you wrote for graves? if so, i was wondering if you could please write smth about the reader being higher military (like a colonel/ssg or something) and is KIA but the actually faked it so they waltz in when graves is grieving?
→ ⋆ title ୨୧ ;; HEROES NEVER DIE
→ ⋆ synopsis ୨୧ ;; graves has yet to figure out your abrupt disappearance after a mission.
→ ⋆ notes ୨୧ ;; faked death, angst with a full ending, colonel!reader, forgive me . i don’t know shit about the military but my dad’s in it if it counts😭 , i wrote this at 5 am so bear with me , the reader’s race , ethnicity, hair , or looks are not specified
“you know i like that shit!” you exclaim, proud of your soldiers. the shadow company and phoenix force had orders to come together for a save-and-rescue mission in bangkok. a new terrorist organization had disturbed the peacefulness of the residents of their home country
during the multiple operations for the shadow company and phoenix force coming together, graves took a liking to you. it was hard for him to crack your code. you were a woman of morals. work was the most important thing to you.
and falling in love in a work area? not ideal. but, it was graves. he always got what he wanted.
“uh, ya know you got that from me, right?” phillip struts over to you, a hand on his hip. “that just means i hang out with you too much.” you smile, popping a hip out. “c’mere, colonel.” phillip pulls you by one of your loose hooks on your vest, kissing you.
before he could see it, a red dot centered right on your forehead. “mo—”
pang
blood splattered all over graves. he was…confused. what just happened? why can’t he move? why is he breathing so hard right now?
he scrambled to your body, staring at the large bullet hole in your forehead. whoever it was had it out for you.
“no, no, no!” he wiped the blood spilling from your lips. “you can’t. you can’t die.” this was the first time you would see him vulnerable. and the moment wouldn’t even last long.
you weakly lift your arm, caressing his cheek. “it’ll all make sense one day.”
those were the last words you spoke to him. they didn’t make sense. he’d understand? wha—where you supposed to die? was this planned before? where you in on it?
6 years had passed. you were assumed dead by many. you haven’t been seen by anyone. all anybody knew that you were KIA. graves refused to give details during debrief. he didn’t want to remember his lover dying in his arms.
he shook his head at the thought, turning back to his computer. general shepard had sent him some files and forms to look at. he wished to be at his house, laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. like he’s been doing for years now. but duty calls.
“knock knock, commander.”
he sighed, not wanting to be bothered for the day. maybe even the rest of his career. “it’s open.” he groaned. “well, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” you chuckle.
his head snapped towards you. he couldn’t believe it. did the government clone you? is this real right now?
he could care less. he missed you like hell and he finally has you in front of him. “you’re fucking alive!” he pushes his chair back, running around his desk to hug you. “jesus, you’re alive.” he sobs, pulling you closer. he puts his hand in your hair, squeezing it to make sure this is real and not a dream.
“phillip, i’m—” “i don’t care what happened,” he sniffles, “i’m just glad you’re alive.”
his tears soak the top part of your tee. but you didn’t mind. you knew how much graves was hurting inside. if it were up to you, you would’ve never faked your death.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, graves. i didn’t want to.” you explained. the last thing you wanted was for him to hate you. “i know, honey. i know.” his voice cracks. “don’t leave me again. swear you won’t.” he pulls a few pieces of your hair behind your ear.
“i promise.”
#ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹graves . 🪦◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ#philip graves x reader#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves#philip graves#dividers by @v6gue
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Lil prowler! y/n reveals themself to spider!Miles
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Mentions of g*n violence, b*llet wounds, cursing & character death.
Any one over 16 DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS FIC
Y/n watched as miles approached the finger that looked scarily the similar their boyfriend. He just didn’t have braids and looked more…youthful?
‘He looks so…pathetic’ y/n thought
They watched as the two look-alikes exchanged a “conversation” or whatever you can call it. Y/n could see how they contrast, Miles G looked more tired and just rugged. The other Miles looked tired too but much more hopeful in the eyes, like life was easy for him.
y/n loathed that thought, ‘better life, wtf even is that’
“Your fathers still alive” G said with the distorted voice in his mask
‘He has a father?’ y/n thought. Quickly thinking back to how nice Mile’s father used to be, how much happiness and kindness he brought to the city. Now that he’s gone…the entire new york fel to ruin.
“What?” the other miles raised a brow
“Your father” G said more sternly
“Yeah”
“....oh”
“ Who are you?” the other miles asked
The mask peeled itself off the figure's face, revealing to be G, your one and only. Miles' face showed terror and shock.
“I’m Miles Morales, but YOU, you can call me the prowler” Mils G said, not showing much emotion given the situation he’s in.
You got down from the pipe and walked up to them, not taking your eyes off of the “clone” version of your boyfriend. Your mask peeled off the same way G’s did, revealing your beautiful but tired face.
You had seen the day Mr. Morales died, you almost died that day. Everything was going fine, everyone was gathered at the park for a cookout. Music, laughter, and smiles was the only thing you could see. Miles was smiling so widely, his laughter being contagious for you. All of it was so nice…til it wasn’t. Some f*ck head gangster decided that the cookout was a good place to test out his shooting abilities.
Mr. Morales died a hero, he was trying to save you, you were the closest to him at the moment. Miles wasn’t nearby so he had to get someone to safety. You were already shot and losing blood, he had to do something. As he was trying to get you to safety, he got shot in the process. You had already passed out from shock so you didn’t see it happen but it still stuck with you.
You feel that you were the reason he got shot, you were the reason he died. Survivors guilt like a mf. Rio and Miles had reassured you that it wasn’t your fault, all of your friends and family reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. But you still can’t help but think it was.
Y/n stood next to G, eyeing every little trait the clone had that was similar to Miles.
“Hmph…quite scrawny aint he” you joked, putting your arm on G’s shoulder and leaning on him.
The clone Miles stared at you with sadness and disbelief, it was you, but it wasn’t. His y/n was always cheerful and happy, always with a smile on their face. His y/n died, y/n died trying to save him from kingpin. The y/n he was looking at looked as if they’ve seen better days, there was no hope in this y/n’s eyes, no joy or anything. But this y/n was alive, this y/n is breathing and looking STRAIGHT into his eyes.
“...y/n?” Miles choked out, with a tear strolling down his eyes.
“Damn…I must’ve died in his world by the way he lookin’ at me” You said, softly laughing a bit.
“It’s…you”
“Yeah it’s me tch…and?” you said with a smirk
Miles took a second to gather his thoughts, you weren’t his y/n. This “conversation” clearly showed that. He had to go, maybe he pleaded more and reached some caring and innocent part of you and G.
“Please….you have to let me go”
You and Miles activated your metal claws and put both of them on the sides of his head. Nearly moving in sync.
“Why would I do that” you both say, looking Miles in the eye with an almost emotionless face.
You were not letting him go
@weirdo09
#prowler miles#prowler!miles#miles morales prowler#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales#earth 42 miles#earth 42#miles 42#miles g#Youtube
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A lot of asks under the cut:
I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.
I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.
They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.
Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.
It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.
You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅
I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.
She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.
I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.
Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂
Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.
Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.
The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂
She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.
She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.
This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.
When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.
Thank you for still reading this blog :)
Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.
You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅
They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.
I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂
Responsibility I guess.
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For the 1k followers thing (congrats btw, you deserve it), how about a Drabble with Johnny slaughter x reader with the prompt “one gets in an accident and who’s there when they wake up in the hospital? Their sworn enemy themselves” from the “enemies but one of them has a crush” list? Like maybe they’ve been neighbors for a while and just can’t seem to get along, and then one day he attacks her (or them if you wanna kept it gender neutral) thinking that it’s his victim and then he takes the reader to the hospital and they wake up like bro wtf is even happening (if this is too much story, feel free to scrap it, I saw the prompt and got carried away, may or may not write a whole fic based on this, we’ll see). Anyways sorry this was so long, hope you’re having a good day ❤️
you don't have to be sorry i love this concept!! sorry if i couldn't fit all the details but feel free to use this drabble as inspo for your fic series!! i'd love to read it<33
tags: gn!reader. johnny feels guilt. descriptive violence. full blown enemies. reader is fiestyyy and injured. not proofread.
Your head stirs awake after an everlasting dream. Opening you to the in-between of life and death. The afterlife light blends with the hospital room's fluorescent glow. You squint, groaning in fatigue, a stale numbness comatosing your body. “Where am I?” You groan, noticing the shadowy figure through your blurry vision.
“You’re awake,” The figure was surprised, rushing to your aid. They held your hand in a familiar firmness, and you grimace at their touch.
Your head pounding, you finally adjust to your surroundings, making out the person in front of you. Hair slicked back, eyes stern, absent of that smirk that makes your blood boil. He looked concerned, but it wasn’t enough to soothe your anger.
“You-” Lurching forward, you wince at the drip needle yanking at your skin. Johnny lays you back down, trying his best to calm you down.
“Now’s not the time for fighting,” He says, studying your dry lips and sullen eyes. His carelessness brought you here, the image of your spilt blood burning a hole in his mind. It was the first time he ever felt guilty.
“Get the fuck away from me,” You spat, “You’re the reason I’m fucking here. Once I get out, you’re fucking dead meat!”
“I can explain-” Johnny begins, but you’re quick with your tongue.
“After all these years of hating me and me standing up to your bullshit, and this is what I get? You try to kill me? Fucking piece of shit. It’s about time I slit your throat,”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Johnny barked, trying to keep quiet. “Look- you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I thought you were . . . one of the kids escaping. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I had to get them before they-”
Johnny stopped talking once he saw your stare, that loathing stare he hated to see. You were conflicted by the way he stared at you. He looked hurt, possibly guilty – but it wasn’t enough to convince you. You knew him inside out for the narcissist that he is. If only you knew his suppressed feelings for you, how highly he thinks of you. You are the last person he wants dead in this world, even if it is a means to an end. He made matters worse, concealing it by being mean to you. If he were honest, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Slaughter. Once I’m back in good health, I will hunt you down like you do those silly little girls. And I will make sure your death is long and painful.” You spat, looking him up and down. “Now, get out before I strangling you.”
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Maybe I’m reading too much suits fic but what if Steve had an eidetic memory after getting hit in the head so much. Like yes he has hearing loss but it clicked something in his brain and now he can remember like everything. But he hides it cause he doesn’t want people to bug him about it so he pretends to still be dumb but in reality he’s like super smart.
Robin figured it out at the video store at first she’s sneaky trying to test him with where videos are and stuff and then she confronts him and is like?? Wtf? And he’s like please don’t say anything to the kids I can’t deal with that.
And Eddie finds out cause they’re having a movie date night and he hears Steve muttering the lines of the movie. They’re rewatching some movie Steve said he’d watched once at the store and thought Eddie would like. So Eddie watches him quote the entire movie and he’s like “why do you let people think you’re stupid”
Steve freezes. “What do you mean?”
“You said you saw that movie once at the video store and you know every word, babe.”
“I just really liked it…?” He tries to play it off.
Eddie just gives him a don’t even try look.
“Okay,” he relents “I have this weird memory I don’t even know how to explain it but I don’t forget stuff anymore. Ever since the Russians. I guess when you get your head beat in enough you can get some pretty interesting results.”
“Baby, you’re like a genius why didn’t you say?”
“Because how do you explain going from barely passing high school and not even getting into college to being some freaky smart guy?”
“Okay I guess that makes sense. But why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks a little sadly.
“Eds, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you but I was scared you would think it’s weird or something or maybe it will go away and then I’ll be back to being dumb then what will I do. You’d get bored or something” Steve is getting emotional he didn’t want to keep it from Eddie but he was just scared.
Eddie reaches out to him and grabs his face in his hands and peppers his face with kisses between sweet names “baby,” kiss “sugar” kiss “sweetheart” kiss he leans back to look in Steve’s eyes “I will never get bored of you and you were never dumb. If anything I’m the dumb one it only took me 3 years and an apocalypse to graduate.”
“Eddie no-“ steve starts but gets interrupted.
“See the way you feel about me talking about my own shit is the way I feel when you call yourself stupid. Or when you let the kids do it. I fucking hate that shit, baby. You can’t let them do that anymore okay?”
Steve nods. “I don’t think I’m gonna tell them really yet especially since I don’t even truly understand it but I’m gonna stop dumbing myself down. I promise.”
“Good. I’m so proud of you. Crazy memory or not. I also may love you a little” Eddie says while making a bringing his thumb and finger a short distance apart.
“Just a little?” Steve giggles.
“Maybe more than a little” Eddie says kissing him.
“I’m gonna remember that” Steve says catching his breath.
“I’m countin’ on it babe”
“I love you too Eddie”
#well that got away from me a little#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie ficlet#my writing#steve harrington#eddie munson#smart steve
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summary: lewis's PR team tells her she’s not the best fit for him so she breaks up with him and he finds out
rating: 18+
pairing: lewis hamilton x reader
words: 2.1k
a/n: this was a request by @bubble-gum-strawberry i got a little carried away with it but let me know if you like it!
you guys had been dating for six months at this point, all was going well you’d met his family and closest friends and they adored you but his PR team not so much. you were nobody but you didn’t have the cleanest social media, you didn’t care you spoke your mind and you’d always stand behind everything you said. lewis had no issue with it he liked you were passionate but when you were spotted with him a few too many times, once your identity was revealed it became an issue.
his PR team didn’t think you were good for his image, you were too much of a wild card. his publicist always found a way to make a snide comment when lewis wasn’t around, at first you ignored it but then you thought to yourself how dare they!
‘you know you don’t need to post a half-naked photo every time you use a sauna’
you rolled your eyes, your bikini pics in the sauna were something you never gave a second thought to.
‘and i suppose it’s perfectly apropos for lewis to post shirtless selfies at the gym?’
it was frustrating dealing with the judgement over everything you posted from selfies to political opinions, there was nothing that wasn’t an issue but then you really got in trouble when you replied to an annoying ‘fan’.
‘you can’t speak to lewis’s fans like that!’
‘idc he’s fans shouldn’t speak to me like that’
‘this isn’t a good look for him, you’re not a good look for him. just save yourself the embarrassment and break up with him already before he gets bored anyways’
‘fuck you’
you were seething, speechless. you didn’t know how to respond but they weren’t wrong. he was a player, he’d been pictured with numerous women god knows how many there were he wasn’t pictured with. you never thought too much into it he treated you so well, but maybe that’s why you never told lewis about his disrespectful PR team because a little part of you believed this was all too good to be true.
it had been a week since the blow-up with his publicist and you were spiralling, you had a tendency to overthink and it didn’t help you hadn’t communicated any of your concerns and issues with lewis. he could sense something was up but he figured he should wait for you to come to him when you were ready but after a week he couldn’t stand how distant you’d seem.
‘y/n is everything okay?’
‘yeah, why?’
‘idk you’ve seemed off this past week’
‘lewis i’m fine, just tired is all’
you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss as you cuddled up on the sofa. you felt bad lying but you couldn’t tell him the truth. he wasn’t buying it though.
‘no it’s more than that, tell me the truth’
‘there’s nothing to tell, drop it’
‘you’re not a very good liar’
you were getting worked up now, you pulled away from him angry and annoyed. it was his fault you were like this, well maybe not his but his team. you were far more confident than this but ever since you started dating lewis it has started to wane, your stomach was in knots half the time you were with him in public stressed you were gonna say or do something wrong. you didn’t realise how much the publicists' words had gotten to you at this point. you couldn’t do this anymore.
‘i think we should break up’
‘wtf!?’
you got up trying to escape, you didn’t know what else to say. he grabbed your arm, he needed an explanation.
‘why!?’
‘lewis we’re too different, you’re travelling all over the world whilst i’m stuck here. how do i even know if you’ve been loyal to me. athletes are the biggest whores, they’ll get married whilst having a girlfriend in every other city! maybe i’m just your city/name gf??’
he let go of your arm taken aback at your harsh words.
‘so you don’t trust me’
‘i’ve never trusted you, i just can’t ignore it any more’
you don’t know why you said that, you didn’t mean it and it was way too harsh. you could tell that cut deep the pain in lewis's eyes, you wanted to cry. he was frozen, he couldn’t believe you didn’t trust him at all. he thought you were the love of his life sure it’d only been six months but he was so sure, he’s never felt this way before. you grabbed your bag and coat, leaving without a goodbye as soon as you left you couldn’t stop crying, what had i done you thought. he was the love of your life and you’d burnt it to the ground.
weeks had passed and you were both miserable, lewis had a secret insta account he’d watch your stories from and seeing you out partying every other week was killing him. how could she have moved on so quickly he wondered? you did what you knew best distract yourself with alcohol and music, you went out constantly to keep yourself occupied because you knew if you didn’t you’d be at home crying over the biggest mistakes you’d made.
you couldn’t stop checking his instagram, his friends, the gossip sites you were a glutton for punishment. you put yourself into this predicament and now you were trying to find out if he had moved on already, why torture yourself like this? you couldn’t help yourself.
lewis pr team were happy at first, good riddance they thought but they didn’t account for lewis’s behaviour post-breakup. he wouldn’t do anything, he practically became a shut-in only seen in public for work media obligations and nothing more. the many high-profile invitations to galas and events ignored.
‘he needs to stop moping around over that silly girl’
‘he can’t miss the gala for her’
‘what does he even see in her? he’s dated singers and models’
‘at least she listened to you and broke up with him, she had the common sense to realise they were incompatible’
he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, lewis had a meeting with his PR team. he had turned up early to the office but before he could announce his arrival he heard this nonsensical crap. he was livid, they were the reason you’d dump him? did that mean you’d made it all up about not trusting him? or did they fill your heads with bullshit to make you not trust him? he needed to see you immediately but not before firing his PR.
‘how dare you speak about y/n like that!’
they all turned to him shocked and embarrassed, stuttering and tripping over their own words to explain themselves.
‘i don’t wanna hear it, you’re fired’
he stormed out and raced over to yours, he needed answers now. he rang your doorbell nervously, what if you didn’t even bother to let him up.
‘hello?’
‘y/n it’s me lewis let me in’
‘what are you doing here’
‘i know what my publicists have been saying behind my back, can we talk?’
you sighed, buzzing him up. you didn’t wanna do this but he knew you couldn’t deny it. you quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up, you looked rough the partying taking its toll. you heard a bang on your door, you were scared no clue how this would turn out. opening the door you both stood there silent, neither one of you knew what to say it was incredibly awkward.
‘come in’ he walked in nervous now, what if it was a coincidence that his PR team were assholes and you broke up with him because you wanted to. he felt like an idiot now, making such an assumption but he so badly needed it to be true, he needed you back.
‘do you really not trust me?’
‘no, i always trusted you’
‘so when you broke up with me, was it because of my PR team?
‘kinda, they never said dump him just reminding me constantly how much of a nuisance i was’
he sighed angrily at the fact they had hurt you but also angry at you for never telling him.
‘why didn’t you tell me?’
‘at first i didn’t care what they thought of me, it seemed irrelevant but before i realised j started to believe them and they were right i am a nobody so why wouldn’t you get bored?’
your eyes were full of tears, your chest tight going over all of this was hard. you were fidgeting with your arms unable too look at lewis. he grabbed your chin and pulled your face up forcing you to look at him.
‘baby you’re not a nobody, you’re the most interesting and beautiful women i’ve ever met. i wish you’d told me what had happened instead of running away. i love you’
you started to cry now, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. he hated seeing you like this, wiping away the tears he pulled you in for a hug.
‘i’m sorry lewis, it was all too much.’
‘speak to me next time, we’ll never last if we can’t communicate and you don’t have to worry about my pr team they’re fired. which i would’ve done if you’d told me y/n’
‘i love you so much lewis’
you shouldn’t be surprised at what lewis had done, he was a deeply caring man of course he would protect you from anyone who would hurt you. you were mad at yourself for ever questioning that.
he held you stroking your hair, he leaned down pausing at your lips waiting for you to come to him and you did. you kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around him, oh how you missed those lips. he pressed you into the wall as the kiss deepened his hands roaming across your body, he needed you. he pulled away from your lips catching his breath he pulled your shirt off only to find you in nothing but panties, he groaned at the sight. he dived back in attacking your neck with kisses before he grabbed your ass, your sign to straddle him you wrapped your legs around him right. he didn’t get far, only to the sofa before he fell back with you on top of him. you were both so needy for one another, he pulled off his shirt and you lifted slightly to pull his cock out of his trousers, before you had the chance to sink down on his cock he flipped you onto the sofa.
‘i miss the taste of your pussy’
he ripped off your panties to devour your already soaked pussy, grabbing your breast he pinched our nipples he loved playing with your breasts. you wrapped your legs around him, gyrating your hips against his glorious mouth you were so close already.
‘fuck lewis i’ve missed you’
‘good cos your pussy is mine and i’m gonna remind you that no one will ever make you feel this good’
he looked up at you with a smirk, as he pressed two fingers into your aching hole whilst thumbing your clit. his words sent a chill down your spine, you love how possessive lewis sound. it turned you on even more but before you could reach your fast approaching climax he stopped. you whined and pouted but he stuck his fingers in your mouth making you suck yourself clean.
‘i want you to cum around my cock, baby’
you perked up at that eager for him to fill you up, he stroked his hard cock running it along your soaked folds. you moaned biting your lips.
‘fuck me lewis’
he chuckled at your begging, opening your legs wide he slammed into your pussy.
‘you miss my cock baby?’
you cried out in pleasure, nodding your head.
‘use your words baby’
‘yes yes yes…’
you chanted the words, rolling your hips against him you grabbed his face kissing him roughly and passionately. your bodies were in sync with every thrust, filling the apartment with your cries and moans. you were both so close, your body tense and lewis’s thrusts sloppy.
‘i’m gonna cum lewis’
‘let go for me baby’
and that you did. you cried out as you reached your climax, lewis held your hips down as your body shook. your pussy clenching around his cock drove him to the edge, he let out a loud groan as he came deep inside you and collapsed on top of you. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him gently.
‘so are we back together now?’
he chuckled, ‘was me not fucking you and telling you your pussy is mine not obvious? you’re mine and i’m never letting you go again’
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Kinn carries himself with the relaxed ease of an heir born to inherit a throne, and the singular, brutal focus required to keep it. The first time we see him, he casually shoots a man point-blank without a sideways glance (literally)- not out of necessity, but as an almost-aside power play.
Time & time again, we've watched him seamlessly transition from compassionate and thoughtful to icy calculation in the blink of an eye. He lives life on a razor’s edge and makes it all look easy…effortless, even.
These qualities alone would make for a fascinating character, but the pièce de résistance: the more time we spend with Kinn, the more his complexity grows.
The glowing, beaming Kinn in the forest scenes of episode six was so far removed from the man we had seen so far, he could almost pass for another person entirely. It would require an enormous amount of mental and emotional effort for most people to slip in and out of starkly-different personas like they’re a second skin, but Kinn does it on the regular.
Note: there are plenty of brilliant meta posts out there analyzing the decisions Kinn makes, the way he leads, etc., so I won’t be delving into that here. When I’m trying to understand why a character acts the way they do or anticipate what they might do next, I always go back to back to the beginning- both in the literal sense (their past), but also to the fundamental building blocks of who they are. I won’t be going into any theories here, either (Jesus, Mor; WTF are you even writing, then?).
My goal here is to establish a baseline of what makes Kinn, Kinn, because everything else- his choices, his mistakes, his strengths and weaknesses- all flow from it. I'm also fascinated by why Porsche appeals to Kinn in this fundamental, elemental sort of way, which ties back big-time to that character baseline.
You are waiting inside your father’s shadow.
-Wale Ayinla, Portrait of a Boy with Grief
Always deferential to his father, Kinn takes his duty as the obedient heir apparent very seriously. This undoubtedly comes just as much from the drive to fulfill his obligations to his family- and keep them safe by extension- as it does from a baser, fundamental need for love and approval. In Kinn’s world, both are irrevocably tied up in the harsh realities of being a part of Bangkok’s strongest mafia family.
All three Theerapanyakul brothers were born into a bloody, no-win game. There is no opt-out option, no alternative to this life they're in. There is no room for flawed, human sons with needs and desires and concerns and hurts- well, not the heir, anyway. Work-life separation can’t exist here, and forget any expectation of autonomy: in this world, choosing any other kind of life is tantamount to betrayal.
In almost every conversation Kinn and Korn have, the focus remains the same: the family- the mafia family- always comes first. When conversations take the rare turn toward the personal, Korn always redirects the focus back to the business, painting a picture of a father-son relationship based not on unconditional love and acceptance, but on performance, strategy and success.
Caring equals vulnerability. Never show either.
-Malorie Blackman, Knife Edge
Constantly playing chess both literally and figuratively, Korn is such an intelligent strategist, I’m sure he’s only too aware of the softer, sensitive Kinn underneath the persona- a fact that he’ll undoubtedly use to his advantage at some point. Korn knows how his son ticks, and I can see him trying to use that knowledge to keep Kinn exactly where he wants him: firmly under his thumb.
Case in point: Korn pressing a finger into the metaphorical wound in reminding Kinn of how things turned out the last time he fell in love.
Like the saying goes, “when someone shows you who they are, believe them.” No scene gives us as much insight into Korn than the conversation he and Kinn have at the dining room table.
Kinn is so fresh out of the hospital that he’s still hooked up to a machine monitoring his vitals. Korn briefly acknowledges his injuries before getting to the task at hand: giving Kinn a history lesson in how his love for Kinn’s mother distracted him from his goals, and by inference, from what’s really important.
She wants you to be a god.
-Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
At the end of his speech, Korn hands Kinn a piece of an apple, telling him to come back to his family- that they’re waiting for him. Kinn hesitates before casting his gaze downwards, then taking and eating the apple with silent resignation.
There are so many symbolic interpretations here, but the heart of it is that this is far from a sentimental, fatherly request: Korn is asking Kinn to rise above the “distractions” he couldn’t, above the joys essential to the human experience.
To elevate himself beyond common humanity and essentially 'become a god' (meant in the literal sense in the quote's source material, but too good of a quote not to use here). Be everything his brothers could not, or would not. Take on the mantle. Earn the love.
Kinn is motivated by familial duty beyond his father, too. Tankhun's kidnapping likely created little ripples of trauma in the family that went well beyond him- and there’s no way it was dealt with in a healthy way- or more likely, dealt with or acknowledged at all.
At some point, Kinn- the middle child- stepped up and took on the burden of leadership that was meant for Tankhun. While we don't have the full story yet (if we ever will), he probably did it with zero complaints. The only moment when we get a hint at how much the his role weighs on him- and the fairness of him having to bear it- is in his (micro) confession in the woods with Porsche.
Left to his own devices in the shadow of Korn's expectations, Kinn would never able to fully step into whoever he could be (or may have been)- all in this insidiously-intelligent way that masquerades as freedom. The epitome of the gilded cage. Is it any wonder Korn seems to consider love & human connection the ultimate threat?
You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes & seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.
-Nancy Horan, Loving Frank
Kiss me & you’ll see how important I am.
-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Before Porsche enters the picture, Kinn is getting by on whatever scraps of pseudo-affection he can get (read: booty calls kept at a careful emotional distance) while pouring himself into his responsibilities to escape the pain of the past. In public, he's all princely grace, ease and power personified. In private, he's hurting but he's an island, and it shows.
From an outside perspective, Porsche is the polar opposite of Kinn and the life he leads. When Kinn looks at Porsche, though? Like a mirror*, I think he sees the truest version of himself reflected back: bright, filled with joy and laughter and life. The man he would've liked to have been always, not just in small moments hidden away from judgmental eyes, and a life that doesn’t allow for anything less than absolute strength and perfection.
*I've mentioned many times how Porsche is like mirror in that he reflects back whatever he's given (or not given). I think the analogy applies to Kinn's experience beautifully, just in a completely different way.
The first time we see Kinn smile- and I mean, really smile- was with Porsche on the dance floor. He felt comfortable enough in Porsche’s presence to drop the facade and allow himself to get carried away in pure, simple joy. When Kinn leaned in to kiss Porsche on the dock, he moved toward him like he was a magnet- a flower stretching toward the sun. And who wouldn't after meeting someone who personified everything you wanted to be while simultaneously being so incredibly easy to love?
It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.
-Alain de Botton
Despite every logical reason why he shouldn’t have gotten involved with Porsche, of all people- who drove him borderline insane in the beginning, to boot- shadows can only resist the sunlight for so long, or all the life and new possibilities its warmth brings with it.
I think this is the unique appeal of Porsche to Kinn: when he sees Porsche smile that megawatt grin or throw his head back with full-body, unrestrained laughter, he doesn’t just see the best parts of himself. A hope for more- for just one more taste of this delicious, new sort of life- starts to grow there, too.
I see you, beneath the surface. I see your untamable wild. I see you… You are seen. You are seen. You are seen. And my god- you are beautiful. -Jeanette LeBlanc
We all crave the feeling of being truly seen, romantically or otherwise- to have someone intrinsically know us, who easily sees through our all niceties and public-facing facades to the soul underneath. Porsche does this for Kinn just by virtue of being himself. And for a man who’s had to be everything but himself his whole life? That’s everything.
In a world where dropping your guard could mean death, just being in Porsche’s presence must feel a little like freedom to Kinn. Porsche is likely one of the realest, most straightforward people Kinn’s ever encountered: he can’t be bought, he doesn’t need or want anything from Kinn, and he’s violently (affectionate) himself at all times. That kind of unapologetic authenticity would be pretty attractive to most of us, let alone to a man with a past and upbringing like Kinn’s.
The Kinn we meet in episode 1 seemed to be carrying the world on his shoulders- like he's already lived several lives, all of them filled with constant danger and betrayal. Porsche having a tattoo of the symbolic representation of resurrection- of life after death- couldn’t illustrate just how much he means to Kinn more beautifully.
When we hold each other in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better… For just a moment or two, the darkness doesn't seem so bad. -Neil Gaiman
Kinn in love is practically lit from within, radiating childlike joy. The more Kinn and Porsche find meaning and connection with each other, the more we see the truest, most fundamental version of Kinn emerge- and it’s a beautiful thing.
There’s nothing performative in the least between them; no metric of perfection Kinn needs to meet first to earn and keep Porsche’s affection. The tender, kind, softer side of Kinn isn’t just seen by Porsche, but celebrated.
There's some sad poetry here, too- in Kinn experiencing carefree happiness like this possibly for the first time (or for the first time in a long time), if only his world were different.
While the grim realities of Kinn’s world probably never completely disappear when he’s with Porsche, his love makes the darkness more bearable- worth the struggle, even. The world lifts off his shoulders for a minute, and for the first time in probably a good long while, he’s Kinn- just Kinn.
I know you’ll speak no truth at this time. I’m to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes & the inaudible appeals of your heart.
-Suman Pokhrel
Kinn has been brutally betrayed in the past: his struggle (Porsche’s, too) will be in letting himself go and allowing himself to trust. That sounds pedestrian enough- who doesn’t struggle in some way or another in letting other people in?- but this is going to require a monumental amount of vulnerability for a man in Kinn’s position.
It’s the equivalent of a lion going against his every instinct to willingly expose his throat, only to then show you exactly where to make the killing cut. He’s had a lifetime’s worth of lessons taught to him by his father, his environment and his own lived experience, all working against this fragile, beautiful new connection he’s found.
With everything Kinn stands to lose- and the losses and heartbreak he’s survived to get here- the fact that he can love and hope at all is a testament to his incredible inner strength.
It also makes his every surrender to Porsche’s love- big and small- that much more meaningful.
(I'm sure I could've wrapped this up more poignantly somehow, but I'm 8+ cumulative hours in at this point & now the flu** is trying to kill me, so. hope you got something out what feels like a giant nothing burger to me at this point 🙃)
**edit: that flu? she was COVID. I feel like one of those fan fic writers that apologizes in the notes for being late on posting the chapter because they gave birth or something, except I, uh- finished this while hacking up a lung? ignore me; I have a fever)
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