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manamanami · 2 years
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haggishlyhagging · 6 months
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Media critic Jennifer L. Pozner has spent thousands of hours and an immense amount of patience watching both cable news and reality television, and understands better than the average person how alike they've become. "We treat stories that we would have never treated as journalism twenty years ago like headline news," she muses. And we treat reality TV the same way. More relevant to feminism, however, is how the reality genre has harnessed the belief in a postfeminist world and, in doing so, reframed retrograde gender dynamics as expressions of freedom and empowerment. Far more than any backlash could have predicted, the feminist rhetoric of individuality, opportunity, autonomy, and choice has been co-opted by a consumer media that has very non-ulterior motives for presenting women as willingly sexualized, hyperfeminine ciphers.
In Pozner's 2010 book Reality Bites Back: The Troubling Truth About Guilty-Pleasure Television, she asserts that one of the most jarring features of reality TV is the way it urges its female participants—and often, the women and girls who watch them—toward narrower and narrower definitions of beauty, self-worth, and success, as well as a truncated sense of what kind of life is possible and desirable, all while encouraging them to see other women only in terms of competition and comparison. But "reality" functions as a magic shield against accusations of racist and sexist cliché and regressive storylines: producer and participants alike will reason that if you put twenty-five women in a room with a man they barely know, of course the evening will end with the women sobbing, yelling, yanking each other's hair extensions out, calling each other sluts, and drunkenly slurring, "We're meant to be together" to floor lamps. Reality TV is part of an ongoing narrative of postfeminism that, like Wonderbra billboards once did, assures women that feminism has granted them the power and the freedom to be whatever they want to be. And if what they want to be just so happens to conform to a smorgasbord of insecure, catty, vapid, and villainous stereotypes that even Walt Disney's frozen head would reject as too cartoonish, who's to say that's not empowering?
Let's take The Bachelor because, since it's one of the highest-rated network shows for more than a decade, we kind of have to. Since its debut in 2002, ABC's reality flagship has drawn in advertisers' favorite cash-cow demographic, women 18-34, by the millions, and has served as a barometer of how young, heterosexual, and mostly white women are encouraged to alter their ambitions, personalities, and behaviors to compete in the dating market. The show, mused media critic Susan J. Douglas when it premiered, "offers highly normative female ‘types’ into which most women allegedly fall ... urged to place themselves on a post-feminist scale of femininity to determine how far they have to go to please men without losing all shreds of their own identity and dignity. In the process, young women calibrate, for better and for worse, what kind of female traits are most likely to ensure success in a male-dominated world." For twenty seasons, the series has confirmed centuries' worth of entrenched beliefs about what women want (marriage, money, the knowledge that they've beaten out masses of other women for the a man they barely know), and what men seek (a thin, deferential woman who's only as ambitious as she needs to be to bag a husband).
-Andi Zeisler, We Were Feminists Once
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mahimahi713 · 1 year
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So I can alnowledge the things Sam did wrong in the show. I still think it’s shitty writing. But regardless, there’s other fictional characters out there who are just shitty in obvious ways that do get a lot of love. They still get hate, don’t get me wrong. But they’re still popular overall.
Jade from Victorious
Gina from Brooklyn99
Sam from iCarly (though she did get better)
That being said, she’s 14 and you better believe your asses that I’m going to make her go through growth and maturation when she’s older. Like. That’s a thing. People grow and mature.
She was also made in the era of “I’m not like other girls” being popular.
So without Further ado, I give you my Sam, the superior Sam, who is a better person because she’s older now.
So this growth starts happening late high school. Ida sees Sam acting a fool and calls her out on her shit. She highlights that hey, you know, these things aren’t okay.
This isn’t to say that Sam wouldn’t mature if it wasn’t for Ida, but she speeds it up.
As is natural, Sam’s also starting to become more mature and realize the things she did wrong on her own.
She decides while she won’t flaunt her wealth, she won’t go out of her way to hide it. Though I do get why she would, tbh.
She’s long since accepted that not everyone is going to be vegan or vegetarian, but, a salad bar and decent vegetarian options should be offered and the food over all, should be better. Better quality. No one wants steamed or boiled veggies from a can. But frozen is fine. And roast and stir fry/sautéed veggies are very tasty. There’s a really nice salad bar.
Sam stops being vegan, and instead is simply vegetarian and she becomes more conscious of the choices she makes. She’s wealthy so she’s able to, for the most part, avoid predicts that employ shady labor practices or sweatshop labor. It can’t be don’t for everything but it can be don’t for a good chunk of the stuff she buys. But she acknowledge that it is a luxury to do so. Food comes from reputable sources. She loves farmers markets and she likes milk and dairy products from reputable dairy farms. But just because she does those things, she doesn’t force it on others.
Maybe Turkey Hill isn’t so ideal with its milk and other sources. But they sell Tucker’s favorite flavor, so she will get it for him.
Danny’s favorite clothing brand is made in Asian nations but. They’re quality and he likes them so she will get them for him when she gets him gifts. These are just a couple examples.
Sam embraces more colors into her wardrobe.
Listen. We see Sam at age 14 and there’s plenty of former alt kids who hated pink as teens but love it as adults and who become “girly girls”
But I prefer Sam to lean more towards the alt stiff even as an adult. But she wears reds, greens, blows, purples.
While she’s not gonna do pinks and pastels, her wardrobe is more mainstream. But she will still rock sone doc martens and vans and converse. But those are still pretty main stream.
She becomes really kind overall. She volunteers and is charitable.
She even apologizes where it’s due.
She’s just a much better person as an adult.
She’s got her flaws though.
She’s short but thinks she’s not. She thinks she’s almost as tall as Danny and Tucker but. She’s not.
She can take losing just fine. Maybe a bit grumpy. But she’s a sore winner. She will GLOAT. And gloat. And gloat.
She can be really stubborn.
She gets Hangry and when she is it’s. Not okay.
She swears. Lots.
She can be too sarcastic.
She will put herself into situations that Danny or Tucker need to save her from.
She gets sick but refuses to acknowledge it and doesn’t think she’s sick, but if anyone she cares about has the Same symptoms, she says they’re sick and gets angry when they say they aren’t.
She can also be snobby with things. Like, she won’t treat others poorly because of it. But like. She’ll become against at the suggestion of buying say…Prego or Ragu instead of homemade or some fancy brand.
She has high standards, and that’s fair but like. She doesn’t need to be offended if Tucker suggests she buy a not as good brand.
She can be high maintenance. She won’t travel economy. She won’t do it.
She has to sanitize public toilet seats and put the cover on. She won’t touch the gas pump with bare hands, she’ll use a tissue.
She’s not a germaphobe, but she knows people can be nasty.
She has a multi step skincare routine for morning and night.
She has to have fresh smelling breath and smell good always.
She always has to be well groomed.
She takes long showers. But does turn off the water while lathering and all that but still, they’re v long.
Edit to add: Sam embraces all these things “I’m not other girls/pick me girls” reject.
She loves spa days and skincare and pampering herself.
She loves heals.
She loves dresses and skirts.
She enjoys the ballet and opera.
She loves singers like Ke$ha and Britney Spears.
She loves makeup. But don’t get me wrong. She also is just as happy and confident barefaced. Which she is most of the time.
She loves loves LOVES getting all dressed up.
She loves flowers
She likes all genres of music. Not just rock and alternative. She’s even got sone country she likes.
Sam and her dad bond over Jazz music
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impulsea · 1 year
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#i think this is the key of why ariel is so divisive of a character#the later princesses def started to pander way too much to be perfect and devoid of any fault in the plot, those tags are sadly true. To be honest, I have noticed in all fandoms female characters (specially teenage female characters) tend to be judged harshier than the male characters for any mistake they commit, and it's so unfair. But coming back to Ariel, I have to admit that part of the reason of why I love her is because she is THAT divisive. For me, that is proof in that the creators succeeded in making her a layered character with virtues and flaws, more human (no pun intended) and I wish Disney would had kept with that route (though Meg and Mulan did had amazing arcs). But sadly, even in the fandom that attitude is perpetuated - back in the 00s/early 10s, I remember the Disney Princess fanclub in Fanpop (Gosh I feel old) and some Youtube rants were all about how selfish Ariel was and how she was a bad role model while B*ll* and later R*punz*l were praised to the heavens - and surprise, both of these characters are heavily idealized inside the narrative, they never commit a mistake and have "likeable" flaws. And don't get me started on some confessions in this site when WDC was still active...I could go on forever.
But I guess it gives me more respect for John, Ron, Howard and Glen for daring to make Ariel a well rounded Disney princess without caring if she had flaws, because at the end, we still see her heart was pure and in the right place, and I think it's positive for children to see someone who sometimes screws up to later pick themselves again and makes it through instead of someone who never makes a mistake.
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I TOTALLY AGREE WITH THIS! Female characters have been so scrutinized that we've been reduced to pretty much one characterization of a "strong woman" that just gets increasingly girlbossifed. Which honestly is such a disservice to women because it removes all of the authentic human emotion and authenticity from these characters, which just furthers the notion that this era of filmmaking is becoming increasingly corporate and less artistic. These films don't feel like art anymore that reflects our culture or ourselves, as humans, but literally just pieces of stationary art that goes through the motions to get good reviews. And I think this literally ALL started because of misogyny. Take Cinderella and Aladdin for example- their stories are pretty similar, except for the fact that Cinderella only wanted to go to the ball for a night off, didn't know she was dancing with the prince, and left the ball at midnight. Aladdin, on the other hand, knew who Princess Jasmine was and her love was his goal to the point where he tried to change himself and lie about his background to win her hand. And just look at the jarring difference between how Cinderella is treated by critics and Aladdin.
I saw an article a few years back that mentioned how the newest princess "wasn't like any other princess." And the whole "not like other princesses" breaking the mold is becoming the mold itself and has been how every princess has been marketed for the past 30 years and every live action princess. It literally just consists of talking about how much/little the female character is reliant on men, how masculine/aggressive she is, and how aromatic it is. Which is honestly sad because why does every female character have to be judged in relation to the men in her movie and how much patriarchal ideals of traditional masculinity would approve of her??? Also, every movie with this thought process is increasingly adding more and more male characters, taking the female voices out of the script, and even the titles are having more of a gender neutral/masculine slant (ie Tangled instead of Rapunzel, Frozen instead of Snow Queen, etc).
I think a big part of it too is the fact that we're losing our humanity as a society. We're viewing our visages way more than we were ever intended to with how often we take selfies and consume social networking sites. We hear ourselves talk way more and interact with so much media with media trained celebrities that have a team of PR people that are crafting their every personality trait and aspect of their image to ensure it's palatable and, thus, further marketable and we, in and of ourselves, are beginning to mirror that in our everyday lives. We definitely see it reflected in the Disney movies too. It's a huge reason why we can't have villains anymore- we have people who are misunderstood instead (which is so dangerous because the real world does have villains that we shouldn't try to empathize with since that's one of their abusive gaslighting tactics). We can't have princesses who have flaws- their flaws have to be fully explained and justified to the point where they're "okayed" and no one can have any opinion of them outside of the one that's shoved down our throats via the narrative. Ariel is such a breath of fresh air when thinking about this. She just was who she was. It wasn't hammered on us that she was the smartest girl in the village or the prettiest or the most adventurous or the strongest, etc, she literally just lived her life the way she wanted to and the people who rode with her, rode with her, and the ones who didn't, didn't.
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emilemily · 10 months
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Moving to Washington was very calculated. Florida had become too expensive and I have my only full-blooded sister here in WA. I was so excited to come out here and be close to her and her husband and my nephews. I was soooo excited to feel a normal sort of family bond for the first time ever now that we’re adults and can have one totally without the influence of anyone
But it’s almost as if I’m being pushed away and ostracized because I have made choices that they didn’t agree with.
Instead of taking another full-time desk job, I decided to continue doing online content while starting school for a bachelors degree in marketing
And ever since I made that decision and moved into my own apartment on may 1st, it’s as if my sister and her husband hate me. I reach out to him and ask if they’d like to do dinner, which my sister says is the way to his heart, and he says they’re super busy and we will meet up “one day soon”
He doesn’t text me at all anymore.
He last texted me about the job. I know my sister told him I didn’t take it and why, and he still texted me and asked why. Not that it’s any of his business, but I decided to answer him anyway.
I told him that this particular job is in a seasonal industry, which means that taking time off between May and October is not allowed. It was even in the offer letter. Given my health issues the last few months leading to tons of dr appts, therapy, ortho, and now physical therapy, how would that have ever made sense?
I said it way nicer than that, but still.
He left me on read and didn’t reply. A couple of days passed and he texts and says “sorry I didn’t reply, I just didn’t know what to say.”
No, you were sending a message. If you were told by my sister that I didn’t accept the job, then knowing you two, you asked her why and she said exactly why. You texted me that intentionally so that you could ignore me when I told you. If you already knew why I didn’t accept it, why did you ask me for the reason if you knew you wouldn’t know what to say?
You wanted me to sense your displeasure. You wanted to drive the point home. You won’t tell me what you’re really thinking, so instead you behave passive aggressively.
I have no clue on earth what I have done to be treated like this. I will be 30 this year and am perfectly capable of making my own decisions, whether you understand it or not. I have never once criticized you or even shown any negative feelings about anything you’ve done because I understand that you are free to do as you see fit.
We all are.
All I want in this world is to have a family. A real family that loves me and is there for me. Unconditionally.
I feel so frozen out by the people I moved here to be close to and it fucking hurts so bad.
I’m going through some serious medical shit and my own sister wouldn’t talk to me about it while I was so on edge yesterday. But texts are going through S about money and due dates and other things.
I’m just so confused and honestly, I think that this has impacted my mental health more than anything. Trying to read minds. Trying to understand without a lot of info or anything to go off of.
Maybe my being an internet slut bothers you. Fair enough. It’s not for everyone. But it’s paying my bills and keeping me afloat as I deal with medical shit whilst going back to school and finding myself for the first time in years.
Why do I have to wonder how anyone in my family feels about me? Why can’t I just feel loved? I try so hard to show love to others. I want so badly to feel close to them.
My work hours can be weird and at times unpredictable, but when I’m available, I’m there. I feel so judged it’s disgusting.
People get a taste of success and they completely forget where they came from. Fact of the matter is, your success could dissipate at any moment. Any singular moment. Your company could go under and that would be that.
But it’s thriving because of your work ethic. I’m proud of you for that. But work ethic isn’t always enough and your success could be snatched back at any moment. Stay humble. Remember who you were just 10 years ago. I know I haven’t forgotten.
My sister told me “Sorry if he was weird about you turning down the job… he just has a very…particular idea of what success looks like”
Crushed my heart. So is success sitting at a desk 5 days a week? Is it working my way up within a company that could put me out on my ass at anytime? Is it being a yes man? Is it getting into a company I don’t care about at a low level position just to kiss ass all the way to the top?
I’m sorry, but not everyone succeeds that way, or sees that as success for themselves. To someone that is success and I’m proud of anyone who is successful in their own eyes. But I will never be happy living a life like that unless it is something I’m passionate about.
Never ever ever
And that is my choice to make. My own burden to bear. I never asked you to find my success for me, nor did I ever beg you for guidance on how to find it.
In fact, I told you about the way in which I’d found my own success and you tried to push yours onto me.
I never needed that. All I ever needed was love, to feel cared for. To feel like no matter how you feel about my work, you still love and embrace me as your family.
I’ve moved thousands of miles from Florida for this and all I feel is alone and sad. Sick, alone and sad. I don’t understand.
We all have our shit, I know that. But how can family make me feel like nothing with such ease?
It hurts so bad I can’t even explain it.
One day I will feel like I belong and like I am loved.
Just not today.
If everyone in this world minded their business unless someone was hurting or needed help, my god how much better we would all be doing.
Goodnight.
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so I’ve wondered this since the trailer came out years and years ago and Chloe defended the movie - was the red shoes teaser written by the same team that made the movie? were they forced to market it like that, was that based on an earlier draft, etc?? not sure if you know but you seem like the leading expert!
Sorry, this is gonna be an absolute novel because you know I’m an animation fan and the history and production of Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs is SO interesting and insane. Like, Tangled levels of insane. Thanks for calling me an expert, no one else was gonna do it so I just kind of took up the helm lol.
Here’s the low-down... The timeline of the movie’s production is an absolute mess and kind of an extremely wild ride. It was in production for ten years, went through a lot of different crew members, and went through at least two other major versions of the story before landing on the final version.
Since there’s not a ton of info on the movie’s production, a lot of this is pieced together from different interviews and context clues, and also a lot of what I’ve read and what I am quoting has been translated from Korean, sometimes pretty roughly. But yeah.
Here’s the story of why the Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs teasers and poster were so, so bad and fatshame-y and the actual movie was so, so good and body-positive. (With pictures and production artwork!)
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(This is a beast of a post so I’m putting it under a cut.)
All right, so. After its conception originally as a short story by the South Korean studio Locus Creative in 2009-2010-ish, Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs was being worked on and was set to come out in Summer 2017, as evidenced by this poster at the 2015 Cannes Film Festival, featuring a different logo and very different character designs for most of the dwarfs.
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In early-mid 2016, the first teaser (in which we see Snow White undress and then two dwarfs recoil in horror at her fatness when she takes her magic shoes off) was released, after the film had kind of been slowly chugging along for 6 or so years. (I am having such trouble pinpointing when the second teaser was released (in which one of the dwarfs basically attacks Snow while she is sleeping to steal her shoes), but I believe it was around the same time.) The teasers didn’t get that much traction because this was a small film from a small indie studio in South Korea.
None of the final actors had been cast yet. At this point in the production, the story was different, one of the many versions that the movie went through. As in the final movie, the dwarfs were actually cursed knights/princes and Snow White switched back and forth between two body types due to her magic shoes, but in this version, the dwarfs needed to steal the shoes from her in order to break their curse (rather than needing “a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world” like in the final movie).
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The weird thing is, I believe they had JUST changed the movie’s story when the teaser came out. I’m almost positive it was released more as a proof of concept than as an actual trailer for the movie. They had just recently combined two separate characters (seen above), a typical pretty, skinny princess character (Snow White) and a cute chubby girl character (’Bonnie’), into one single character that switches back and forth between the two appearances when she wears the magic shoes (also they had just dropped literally half of the movie taking place in the real world, with a magic mirror portal, it was a whole thing). 
They didn’t have the details of this aspect of the new story hammered out yet, and the first pass at presenting Snow’s magically changing body type, was, yeah, not good and super offensive. This was a really inexperienced indie studio making their first film on a low budget, so even the animation and voice acting wasn’t great. I think they just wanted to get SOMETHING out there because it had been 6 years and they wanted to have something to show for it.
But here’s the thing. Despite how the teasers make it seem, this was always supposed to be a movie about body positivity, letting go of appearance-based prejudices, and loving yourself and others for who you are and for who they are, which we see in the final film.
I like to think of our film as a kindhearted one. Our intentions are nice.
- Director Sung-ho Hong
It’s important to keep in mind that this movie was made in South Korea by a 99% Korean crew, and, as I understand it anyway, in Korean culture, ‘fatshaming’ is not really a thing that is seen as overtly offensive. Also, children’s media there seems to have more adult things in it than in the US, which probably accounts for the more risque parts of the teasers. That said, I really believe that at this point in the timeline, the movie was on-track to be bad (or at least not very good) when it was released, and it would have ended up bad IF a few key players hadn’t signed on (which I’ll get to in a moment).
Interestingly, the movie’s producer, Sujin Hwang, said in a 2017 interview:
“[Both teasers] were solely produced to induce curiosity. They’re completely irrelevant to the actual story.”
- Producer Sujin Hwang
I think what she was trying to convey was that neither one is a scene in the actual movie, because while the teasers didn’t reflect the revamped story as it existed in summer 2017 (the time of the interview), they DID reflect the earlier version of the story where the dwarfs wanted her shoes, which is what the story was at the time they were made.
Now that we’re in post-teaser 2016, HERE’S where things start to turn around. After the teasers were released, my guy Disney veteran and native Korean Jin Kim joined the project. He and Red Shoes director Sung-ho Hong had been buddies for about eight years and Sung-ho had been trying to get Jin to come to Seoul and work with him at Locus for a long time, and he finally succeeded.
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Jin and his twenty years of Disney experience as an animator and senior designer on films like Tangled, Frozen, Big Hero 6, Zootopia, and Moana, had a HUGE HUGE HUGE influence on the movie. He redesigned almost all the characters, oversaw all the visual development from the moment he signed on, and heavily (HEAVILY) supervised the animation, literally going frame-by-frame through preliminary animations and drawing over them, teaching the inexperienced animators at Locus everything he knew. (Literally almost everyone except him either only had TV experience or had no professional experience because they just gotten out of school.)
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From an outsider’s perspective, it really seems as though Jin joining the project (and his gargantuan effort) made the quality SKYROCKET. Not just in character design and animation, but also in things like effects animation, story, etc. After he joined, Locus really started pushing HARD to make a good, high-quality movie, and his influence and experience from being a prominent figure at Disney was absolutely key. The studio also began to really study Disney films and other well-made animated films from other studios to really try and pinpoint what the DNA of a good animated movie really is.
I don’t have any solid evidence, but I’m pretty sure that Tony Bancroft (an animator and the co-director of Mulan) then joined the project because he’s good friends with Jin Kim. He is only credited as the voice director (the movie was recorded in English and the characters were animated to the English dialogue), but I am SURE that he probably also had a pretty big influence on the movie, because like... How could he not? I really really think there was more to his role than his title would have you believe, even though there’s almost no info out there about it.
So now the movie goes through a gigantic metamorphosis. Character designs, visual development, and animation quality are all rapidly improving, the story is tightening, and the themes of the movie (which, again, were always the same and intended to be positive) are being presented in a more sincere way. The movie is becoming the sweet, self-love-encouraging and body-positive movie that was eventually released.
I’m putting a gif from the credits of the final movie here. As we move into 2017, when the giant eruption of backlash occurred, please keep in mind that the story was finalized at this point and that THIS was the movie people were so mad about:
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Chloe Grace Moretz accepted the role of Snow White immediately after she read the script and she recorded her lines (I think) in early-ish 2017. Her co-star Sam Claflin also immediately accepted the role of the romantic interest, Merlin, after reading the script and recorded his lines in (I believe) July 2017.
In the summer of 2017, the story and script were more or less the same as in the final movie. Promotional images from that time show that most of dwarfs had been completely redesigned by this point and didn’t have their teaser designs anymore.
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They also released a few screenshots that look exactly like the final film. The movie was advertised as coming out in ‘2018′ at this point. Here’s a promo image from 2017 that is MUCH more tactfully worded than the infamous Cannes poster:
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So now we’re in summer 2017. The Cannes Film Festival. The movie’s script and story have been basically nailed down, animation is underway, and the Korean film company Finecut is beginning to market and sell the movie to worldwide audiences. They are planning on showing some footage to potential buyers at the festival, and they make a poster to advertise the film there.
Unfortunately, it’s THIS POSTER:
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Now here’s where there are some unknowns. By this point, the movie is basically in its final form, which is an adorable, body-positive story about loving people for who they are, loving yourself for who YOU are, and that provides commentary on society’s standards of beauty and how they affect how people are treated/viewed. So why this poster??? All I can really tell is that someone (I think Finecut) really, REALLY messed up and either horribly mistranslated the tagline, or didn’t do enough research to know that this kind of thing is REALLY NOT OKAY in western culture.
The above picture is shared and the internet backlash begins, fueled by tweets from prominent body-positivity activists like Tess Holliday. Even Chloe Grace Moretz speaks out against it, because she of all people KNOWS that that’s not what the movie is about. The internet then finds the old teasers from before the movie was revamped and it makes things worse. Producer Sujin Hwang profusely apologizes and says that that is NOT the message of the movie. Locus pulls the advertising campaign, and takes down the two old teasers.
“Our film, a family comedy, carries a message designed to challenge social prejudices related to standards of physical beauty in society by emphasizing the importance of inner beauty.”
- Producer Sujin Hwang
Voice director Tony Bancroft also tried to explain the situation:
“The truth is the film has a body-positive message as its core theme–it’s the opposite of what reports are saying. The problem is one poorly translated movie poster that has been taken dramatically out of context.” 
- Voice Director Tony Bancroft
And then... There was nothing for a while. The movie didn’t come out in 2018 and was delayed. From what I can tell, I DON’T believe this delay was related to the Cannes backlash. I think it was mostly due to Locus’s limited budget and resources, because as we know, animation is difficult, time-consuming, expensive, and easy to do badly but hard to do well. Also, probably with Jin Kim and Tony Bancroft’s influence, they REALLY wanted to make sure to do a good job with the animation because they now had a great story and they really wanted the movie to be a quality, worldwide hit that would kind of put South Korean feature animation on the map. Just take a look at how nice the final animation was:
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The movie was released in South Korea on July 25th, 2019. Unfortunately, the damage was done in the English-speaking markets and it was not released to an English-speaking audience until June 22, 2020, when it was released digitally in the UK. At the time of this post, there is no set US release date, but the distribution rights were recently bought by Lionsgate and the MPAA gave the film an official PG rating.
So who’s to blame? There’s no good answer. You could blame Locus for making those old teasers. You could blame Finecut for the competely tonedeaf Cannes poster. You could even blame cancel culture for raging against the movie based on one poster and two old teaser trailers without researching what the movie was actually about.
All I know is, it’s a damn shame.
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saphirered · 3 years
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I’m in love with your writing and binged your entire page one night lol
Could I request a story with Caleb where the M9 find a wounded reader on the run from people who want to use her for her very powerful magical abilities. She doesn’t trust Caleb at first because he’s a wizard and just as she opens up to him and starts to develop feelings discovers he has been studying her powers - thought with no bad intentions. Some good old angsty enemies to lovers type of beat. Preferably with a good ending but do what you wish ;))
Apparently I'm giving you more stuff to binge as this is looking more and more like a several parter 😅. Prepare for loads of angst and conflict and some good hurt/comfort to come but for now, here comes part 1! 😘
Nobody pays attention to a vagrant dressed in rags, looking about a week past their last proper bath begging on the side of the road for money or standing by a shop, mouth watering at the food. Nobody pays attention to what they don’t want to see in their pristine cities. Not unless they want to chase you away because you’re in their way or you’re tarnishing their image. Speaking about image, sometimes some rich folk will take pity upon you, casting a coin your way to make themselves look good and generous in the eyes of others.
That’s exactly what you became when you needed to disappear. You needed to become unseen, unnoticed and a shadow among a crowd. You succeed casting away all remainders of your previous life because in the end, your life is worth more to you than your earthly possessions. Survival above all. You’ll live this way until you can get somewhere where no one will question you, or where you’ll be under the protection of others, far away where your enemies cannot reach you. Maybe Vasselheim is a good place to go? They’re not fond of the arcane magics. Sure you’ll have to give up using some of your own gifts but it’s worth being able to live your life freely.
You’re still a ways away from Vasselheim and you don’t have the funds to get there yet. Even if you make it to a port, stowing away on a ship is fine but you can’t trust them to not throw you overboard or leave you stranded at the nearest island to save provisions. And that’s if they don’t hand you over to any authorities and risk you getting back to square one. You’ll have to wander around Wildemount until you’re able to book passage or find somewhere to lay low, forever on the move. It’s not the worst and you get used to it pretty quickly.
Weren’t you lucky when you saw the recent champions of the Victory Pit were strolling around town flaunting their winnings. You need food. You need warm clothes. And most of all, you could do with some extra change in your pocket. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal all of it of course. Just enough to get by and they wouldn’t notice. So you trail them, sticking to the shadows. They don’t seem to notice you.
Then you struck. You got the coin pouch from the ostentatious one. It was child’s play really. He didn’t even notice you lifting the pouch from his belt when you brushed against his shoulder muttering an apology. You were already amidst the crowd when you heard the tiefling exclaim his coin pouch was gone and he put two and two together quickly, the charlatan he is so before you knew it they were on the lookout for someone fitting your description. You had to move quick, buy your necessities and get out of the market. You know just the place to hide out; the Evening Nip. Nobody asks questions there.
Once you found yourself safely sipping on the shitty ale served at the Evening Nip you didn’t expect the colourful group of strangers to stroll in. It was already too late when you spotted them and you had no where to go. Still your quickly gathered up the coin back into the ornate velvet pouch and put it in your own pocket hidden beneath the layers of your clothes putting your hands behind your back as you tried to make a break for the exit. They did not let you pass, a relatively buff looking woman gripping the handle of her sword stepping in front of you while another one, though shorter blocked your escape by interposing her staff.
“No funny business, friend. You have something that belongs to my companion here, and he wants it back.” The half-orc speaks as you grit your teeth. You’d really hoped to avoid this but you weren’t stupid enough to bring out the big artillery… yet… so you lift your hands in surrender and allow them to lead you over to one of the tables taking a seat of your own accord while you’re flanked by the buff woman on one side, the purple tiefling on the other and the rest of them takes up seating of their own around the table keeping an eye on you.
“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way…” The half-orc leads as the tiefling next to you holds out his hand brushing his other over your shoulder in a soft push, mimicking what you had done when you pickpocketed him. Are they mocking you? Bastards.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, friend.” You speak innocently. You know they won’t buy it anyway, their minds already made up, but it gives you just a second more to get a grasp on all of them. You’re already plotting your escape, despite the odds being turned against you. You have to try.
“Oh, I think you do, and we simply want a conversation. You wouldn’t want to tarnish this new friendship now would you?” The tiefling grins as you look at him. You can feel the strings of enchantment pricking into your mind but you know how this works. You’ll just have to play along. You smile, like being faced with an old friend, just as the spell would have you have, letting your defensive mannerism fade.
“You’re quite right. It’s no way to treat new friends. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot.” You glance between all of them and you feel a pair of blue eyes stare into you, right through you. There’s just something about him that doesn’t add up and you’re almost afraid he knows you’re not under the tiefling’s spell after all but you do whatever you can to not show that on your face and play along.
“Should we get some drinks to commemorate new friends?” You suggest about to get up but the woman in blue’s staff moves across the table right onto your shoulder urging you to stay in place. You don’t look fazed and merely amused with this action as if it is a harmless joke and not a threat. The tiefling moves the staff from your shoulder as you turn your attention back to him as he smiles.
“I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea. Drinks on me.” He stands with you and begins leading you over to the bar. Clive takes the order and begins pouring the ale as requested while the tiefling keeps conversation with you, completely oblivious and detached from his friends. You play along and when you reach to the coin pouch, you pull out the coins owed to the barkeep. The tiefling smiles and you can see from your peripheral the red head notices too. Both confirm you have the coin pouch. So once you pay you reach for your pocket grasping for a short iron rod placing it in your hand, whispering words under your breath as the tiefling talks to the barkeep, your hands begin to move according to the familiar motions and before the redhead can warn his lavender companion, the tiefling is frozen in place unable to move and you’re making a break for the door.
Spells fly left and right and you dodge a few, take the damage from others as the fighters dependant on close range rush for you. A crossbow bolt hits your thigh and a large cat’s claw appears in front of you. You try to dodge it reaching for you but it catches you and holds you in place despite your struggling to get free. They circle you, bind your hands, take back the coin pouch and your own limited belongings from you as you fight back trying to keep them away from you but you’re just alone and they are the many.
You feel helpless and desperate. That’s when you make eye contact with the blue eyed wizard. There’s a look of recognition in his eyes. Not for who you are directly, but the way you’re acting and lashing out, like some caged animal wishing desperately to be free, like a creature on the run, like you’re two sides of the same coin. His eyes reveal to you pain and suffering and pity but you don’t need his pity. You don’t need anyone’s pity.
“Why did you steal that coin?” The wizard asks as you glare at him from your seated position on the ground.
“Why does anybody steal anything? I’m hungry. I’m cold and I’m broke as hell.” You spit none too kindly.
“Then get a job. Make some money. Or at least learn to be a good thief.” The rude woman snorts. You roll your eyes. Typical. You know plenty of people like her, maybe you even used to be like her but not anymore. You grew out of that the hard way. She will too, in time.
“None of you noticed until you went to pay for something.” You grin and the woman is about to lunge for you at your provocation. So easy to piss that one off. Funny, actually.
“I don’t think she can just get a job. Not a regular one anyway.” The wizard observes as he stares into you. “You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” Your silence, biting your lip says enough. You don’t have anywhere to go. Once you did but that’s gone. Torn away from you.
“How about this? You spent a good deal of my friend’s coin but we’ll give you the opportunity to make it back as a repayment. Stick around for a little bit and go our separate ways when the debt is repaid?” There’s some protests but the half-orc quiets them down when the wizard speaks up in your favour. He doesn’t trust you, not after the stunts you just pulled, especially not when the look on your face mirrors his own so closely but perhaps it’s something within him that calls to him to make right a wrong, or prevent another soul to be lost to the troubles he’s faced.
With these idiots bound to make a scene they’ll call attention to themselves and by default that means away from you. This might work in your favour. They’re adventurers and given that they seem somewhat familiar with the Evening Nip, you can only assume they’re not exactly always on the right side of the law. You’re not judging but that gives you some safety and assurance should things go south or you need a quick way out. And if things really do turn in your favour, they’ll be your cover to places and funds to get you far far away from this hell hole.
“Looks like you got yourselves a new companion then, friends.” You don’t smile, only displaying an expression so neutral that makes the wizard think for a second he might have made a mistake but for now you have mutual interests and if there’s anything he can count on, it’s the reliability of a common goal, and a lot to lose should you get outed.
So next you know, you’re somewhat absorbed into their little group, learning their names and where they’re from, chatting happily but you can’t help but notice that yours and Caleb’s stories are similar in some ways, mostly the lack of detail. You’ve been raised within the Empire, but found yourself on a less fortunate path fending for yourself. The only difference between you and him is that he found Nott on his path while you had remained alone. The group didn’t seem to mind your lack of details, going with the excuse you’re not about to bare your life story to the people you only just met and you’re lucky. You hadn’t told anyone what happened since you’ve been on the run and you don’t plan on doing so anytime soon, especially not to people who haven’t earned your trust yet.
Of course you’ve been roomed with Caleb and Nott, finding yourself in one of the most expensive inns in the city, paid for by the group. Unlike Nott, who goes through your stuff when she thinks you’re not looking, Caleb is the perfect roommate. He doesn’t cross any boundaries, ask too many questions or has any annoying habits. He just reclines on his bed, going through his spellbook, transcribing new spells to add to his own collection. Every time he does you get extremely uneasy and snappy and do whatever you can to not be in the same space as the wizard. It doesn’t do your roommate relationship any good and may leave you at odds at times. Caleb may not understand why but it’s not his place to ask questions, nor does he think you’ll actually answer them. Instead you make up excuses, helping Beau with training, letting Jester braid your hair, keeping Fjord company while Molly claims their room for one of his escapades, getting some booze for Nott, or when Yasha is there, watch the storms with the woman, anything to get you out of that shared room with the wizard.
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Rain hits the window of your room in the Pillow Trove as the redheaded wizard strolls in throwing his backpack on his bed and sitting down with a deep sigh. You look up over the edge of the book you’re reading seeing the wizard soaked through the bone wringing out his hair best he can. With a wave of your hand and words uttered under your breath you grin as the water evaporates from Caleb’s form, leaving his hair slightly more curly and frizzy, and his clothes warm and comfy. He gives you a look as you continue reading as if you’re completely unaware of anything going on in the room, completely absorbed into your book. Ignoring Caleb.
“I didn’t take you for the type that reads smutty romance novels.” He comments and gestures towards Courting of the Crick. You finally look at Caleb as if he only just gained your attention, as if you’re only just aware of his presence in the room. Both of you know better but this is how it is.
“You wouldn’t. But according to Jester you enjoy them very much.” You grin, having gotten to hear all about their little trip to the Chastity’s Nook. Caleb gives you a disapproving look as he begins to unpack his things, taking out the fresh ink and paper, setting out his spellbook and you mark your page, putting the book on your side table as you quickly get up and go for the door.
“Where are you off to all of the sudden?” Caleb asks as you grit your teeth. Can he not just leave you alone? Does he really trust you so little you’re not allowed to leave of your own accord?
“I’m going to see Jester and Beau in their room. Now I will bid you good day unless you think I need an escort for the room two doors down.” You snap. Okay, that may have been unnecessary. You could have at least been neutral. Too late for that now. Caleb waves his and as if dismissing you. Act like a child, get treated like a child. So you leave the room letting the door fall closed a little harder than you normally would in protest and make your way over towards Beau and Jester’s room.
Jester, happily lets you in and while Beau has definitely warmed up to you, things are still rocky. She wouldn’t go as far as calling you a friend, but more that one neighbourhood kid her parents tried to get her to play with despite the two of you never really having been friends at all. At least you can bond over your slightly criminal tendencies. It’s Jester who’s completely accepted you as one of her own, questioning you about anything and everything, preaching to you about the Traveler, gushing about her romance novels, specifically Oskar, which you’re pretty sure is actually reflecting her major crush on Fjord but let the girl dream. Who knows what will come of it?
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crab-instruments · 3 years
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Dust in the Wind Part 8 (tbb)
Master <Part 7 Part 9>
Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)
Rating and warning: General audience, panic/stress (minimal)
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a/n: haha well we don't have time to unpack all that finale, so here's an update of this instead. Fresh off the press and yeeted to tumblr. I'm thinking the next update will have some cool stuff. I hope.
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When your eyes opened, you laid there for a bit, taking in the events of yesterday and what some sleep had done to clear the mind. You must have slept well, not even remembering the dreams you had or stirring when others got up, as only Hunter and you were left in the bunks. This was based on assumption by reaching out using the Force, at least, as you hadn’t moved an inch yet.
Being with the Batch had made it easy to settle back into your ‘old life’ or maybe just who you really were, a force user. You were becoming more comfortable, but if you were being honest with yourself, that was a scary thought. It would make leaving so much harder.
You slowly started to move, careful to keep quiet, putting your feet on the cold metal floor. The ship buzzed and hummed through your feet, accentuating the dull pain in your muscles, but the pain had an odd nostalgic feel, something you would be used to after a mission.
Echo, Crosshair, and Wrecker were all out in the main cabin as you approached, all still sleepy, though the sniper was better at hiding it.
Echo handed you a cup and you presumed he said something along the lines of ‘mornin’ but your brain was still fuzzy, not used to the amount of sleep you got. You looked at the contents of the cup; caf that had a stale smell to it and enough water to have your reflection look back at you. Still, you drank it all in one go and then turned to back to the Clone who gave it to you. “Thank you, that was the worst caf I’ve ever had, and I’ve never been more grateful for it.”
Echo chuckled; a small smirk spread across his face. “I see you slept well. Surprised to see Sarg still in bed.” You cocked your head, not sure what he was getting at.
“He is usually up first, not able to sleep when people start waking up,” Wrecker filled in.
“It might have something to do with having more people sleeping comfortably,” Tech had walked from the cockpit. “He has said that when there’s more resting heartbeats around him, he is calmer. He was worried about Maxis so possibly having them closer helped him relax.” Tech had kept his voice even when speaking, but it still felt like there was a hint of something.
“What are you—”
“I came back here to let you know we will be landing soon, and someone should wake Hunter.” He turned around before you could address what you wanted.
Echo had grabbed another cup of caf and handed it out for you to take. “Maxis, would you mind? I have a few other things to do and you’re closer.” You squinted your eyes in skepticism at the Clone for a moment, before taking the cup and walking back to the bunks, making a mental note to corner those two and figure out what they were scheming.
Once you crossed the threshold of the room, you slowed down in front of where Hunter was laying. He had fallen asleep on his stomach, his arms under his pillow, and his face turned away from the wall. No bandana in his hair, you could see how thick his locks are, almost a little envious. Really, it suited him, and he knew it. You lowered yourself to the floor, taking a moment to just study his sleeping face. So calm and handsome, in this state you couldn’t see how much the war had taken its toll on him. It was something you could get used to—
“Mesh’la, staring is impolite.” You would never… ever… admit what his sleepy morning voice did to you in that moment. His voice startled you, sloshing some caf onto the floor. He hadn’t yet opened his eyes when he addressed you, but they stared straight through you now.
Say something! “Um… sorry, I didn’t mean… We just… We’re going to be landing soon.” Smooth, about as smooth as this caf.
Hunter chuckled, amused at the effect he had on you in that moment. Slowly he sat up, swinging his legs carefully over the side of the bunk. You had stood up and took a step back to give him space but were still more or less frozen.
“Is… one of those cups for me? Or do you just really enjoy the dirt caf…”
“Oh, right.” You held out the cup, certainly not loving every second he touched your hand. Holy kriff, you needed to get a grip on your life, or you were going to lose your mind. “Uhm, I’ll just…” you looked back to the doorway but then back at him. “Wait, mesh’la?”
A look of surprise took over Hunter’s face for a hot second before a smile took its place. He shook his head, and responded, “It’s Mando’a, I’ll have to teach you some day.” He stood up and walked past you to the main cabin, obviously still avoiding giving a real answer.
“But that doesn’t… what does it mean?” Hunter had already weaved his way through the ship, leaving you wondering. Maybe I’ll ask Tech about the best way to learn a new language.
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Under the ship, you checked and cleaned the landing gear. It had seen better days and probably hadn’t even been washed since the Republic. You worked meticulously, finally able to show more of what you could do now that you didn’t have the possibility of needing a quick escape. The soreness that swam through your muscles sang loudly while you focused, it was clear you needed a break.
Two shadows, one much larger than the other, closed in on the area. Omega didn’t need to crouch all that much as she approached, Wrecker waiting by the side of the ship. “Hey Maxis, you should take a break. Wrecker and I were about to go get our Mantell Mix. It’s a tradition, we get some after every mission.”
You stopped working for a moment. “I didn’t really… I wasn’t a part of the mission. But—”
“You protected the ship from four troopers, I’d say that’s enough to get some Mix.” Wrecker said, with a bit of pride.
“Ah yeah, I guess. Let me put this piece back on and we can go.”
Crawling out from the ship, you wiped the dirt of your pants. Something about Ord Mantell always stuck to you though, but that was a part of its charm. Or that’s what you say to convince yourself. You had explored the market a bit, to pick up supplies and replacements for maintenance, but never really experienced it.
As Omega led the way, you asked, “what exactly is Mantell Mix?”
“Only the best treat in the entire galaxy,” Omega looked back at you, very excited.
“Well, when you mostly have rations, anything would be a treat. Very low bar. I think I’m more concerned about the name, Mantell Mix. A mix of what? Grime and overpriced goods?”
“I think adventure and a hint of sweetness is more like it.”
You chuckled. “Always good at the positive spin, Omega. That’s a good quality.” She beamed.
Once the food was acquired, you could only eat so much of it before deciding that Omega had lied about the ‘hint of sweetness’. But you did your best to show gratitude in being included.
The three of you decided to wander around the open-air shops. You ended up looking at some unrefined gems on display. Not something you would usually stop to look at, but something about the display caught your attention. A crystal, somewhat clear but had a red hue, stuck out.
“See something you like?”
“What… is this?” You pointed to the crystal. “And where did you get it?”
“Ahh, I’m not sure. I travel and trade quite a bit, unfortunately, and don’t remember much about every piece. But if it is to your liking, you should have a closer look.” The owner had a creepy facial expression, you were unsure if they were trying to just sell the item or if they had other motives. But what other motives could they have?
You reached for the crystal but could only hold it for a second due to the extreme pain and pressure you felt from it. Another force echo. Luckily, you pushed yourself out of it quick, only getting a brief glimpse of the horrible feeling, but it stuck to you, sitting heavy on your shoulders. A reminder of the past.
It was a kyber crystal, a synthetic one specifically. This one had been used by a Sith or an apprentice of one, having such a dark and evil aura around the force echo. It made you sick and scared. Suddenly, it felt like all eyes were on you, walls closing in. Fear crept into your mind.
“I’m s-sorry, I have to-… to go.” You swiftly made your way back to the Marauder, leaving Omega and Wrecker behind. The corner you hid in after your fight with the troopers felt like the perfect fit for you at that moment. You curled up in a ball as tightly as you could and hummed to yourself.
It took a while, but everyone made their way back and Hunter was discussing about their next mission that would take place in a few rotations.
Part 9
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Synthetic Lightsaber/Kyber crystal: One of my favorite things I learned about lightsabers is that the Sith used synthetic crystals and synthetic crystals are normally red, leading to the Sith having mostly red lightsabers. I don't know if that's still considered canon anymore, but for me it is. Image credit
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thewildwaffle · 3 years
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Humans are Weird - Birthdays
Another prompt from a lovely user on ao3
When humans throw a party, they don’t mess around. Or well, they do, that’s like half the point of their parties most of the time. What they don’t mess around with is the planning, preparation, and all-out general excitement and energy that goes into their parties. Scarsels, they'd only gotten halfway through the setup and decorating for Human Dana’s party and it seemed like it would be almost as much fun as the party itself! The special occasion this time was to commemorate the anniversary of Human Dana’s birth. When Peterrias was first told about the party plans, he'd been a bit blown away by just how much of everything there was. His people celebrated the anniversary of their hatching day, sure, but it was usually more of a happy acknowledgment of the day itself and of the life lived to that point rather than a formal festivity. Excited to be a part of such an important Earth culture custom, he had volunteered to help get things set up. There was a lot more that went into a human birthday party than he realized. At first, he'd gone with Human Jackson to help make the refreshments and treats that would be available to guests. He'd spent a little bit of time cutting up fresh vegetables that were edible for everyone on the crew to eat and arrange them on a colorful platter. That didn’t take long to do, but by the time he had it done, all the food preparation tasks that involved working with “safe” ingredients had already been taken. Not wanting to be in the way of preparations there, Peterias had wandered back to the main rec hall where the party decorations were at that point well underway. The humans had requisitioned party supplies the last time they’d stopped in a port with a half-decent market. Earth wares, as popular as they’ve become, were pretty easy to find, even very specific items like balloons, streamers, and a large pack of funny-looking conical hats.
Garubi sefra and human Jieun were setting up the streamers now. They twisted the thin strips of colorful paper into beautiful, swirling, drapes that swept from one side of the room to the other. He paused to take in the sight for a moment. There was something familiar about it all, but he couldn’t figure out why. Anyway, it was a lovely scene. Humans really did go all out. Or maybe this was just a good outlet for them to vent any pent-up creativity and partying they’d been holding in for the past few partecs aboard the ship. He suspected a combination of both. “Is there anything I can do to help here,” he approached the decorators. Human Jieun was having to climb up and down a step ladder to reach high enough to place the streamers. Peterias was one of the few crewmates aboard that stood taller than humans. That with his long arms and great reach, this seemed like the perfect job for him. With a little explanation, a few hijinks that went on while figuring out how to not get the tape to stick to him, he had the entire hall “decked out” as Jieun declared. There was still about half a roll of the decorative paper leftover. He watched it as he bounced it in his hand, smiling as it dawned on him why it looked so familiar to him. It looked just like a popular candy he enjoyed when he was a young hatchling. Wouldn’t it just be like humans to use pretty sweets as decorations? He had to admit, it was kind of a fun idea to multitask like that. Making sure no one was watching, he snuck a tentative nibble at the paper. It was absolutely disgusting. Definitely not a sweet ribbon! Oh, by the stars, it was so bitter! “Did you just try eating the crepe paper?” Jieun clapped a hand on Peterias’ shoulder as he came up from behind. “I’d guess from your face that it wasn’t very good!” “Pleah! Pleh… I… uh, you… you saw that?” He figured Jieun’s laughter was enough affirmation. “To be fair,” Garubi came to Peterias’ aide, “when I first saw the streamers, I thought they looked like large rolls of sweet ribbon as well.” Jieun’s smile remained as large as ever. “Yeah, but you didn’t try eating it!” Garubi took the remainder of the streamer roll from Peterias and went to put it away. “Not when you were looking,” Peterias heard the sefra mutter quietly before he got too far. Even though the room was already looking very festive, humans do not mess around when it comes to throwing parties. He helped Jieun and a few others set up some games and activities for the party. Once again, many hands might light work and the only thing left to do, so Jieun said, was blow up a few more balloons. “Thanks for helping set up though, I really do appreciate it. Dana’s going to love this! She has no idea we’ve got this planned, I can’t wait to see the look on her face!” “Glad to be included in such an important celebration of life,” Peterias closed his eyes and nodded to return for Jieun’s smile. “I am also very excited about the party. If I may ask, do you know how many years Dana is marking today?” “Uh, well, she’s turning thirty-seven in Earth years. I’d have to do the math to convert that to galactic standardized. I know doing that would make it a fraction of some sort.” Peterias tilted his head trying to recall what he knew about Earth. Their day cycles fell into an average length among inhabited homeworlds. The way they divided their days was a little funny but close enough that many humans had no problem converting to galactic standardized times. Years though, years seemed a little long to him, though he couldn’t remember the conversion rate right at the moment. Still, even if they weren’t too far off of GS time, thirty-seven was quite the number! He hadn’t realized Dana was a senior citizen! “That’s amazing,” Peterias’ voice was excited but respectful. “Do you think she’ll stay on the crew much longer then?” “Uh, yeah, I mean I don’t know what she’s planning, but I’d think so. I mean, why wouldn’t she?” “Well,” Peterias wasn’t completely sure how best to say this without sounding offensive or rude. He’d heard humans could be touchy about their ages later on in life. “Won’t she… won’t she want to retire soon?” Half of Jieun’s face scrunched up to make a funny expression. “Retire? Why would she want to do that?” “Um, well, you know… as most species age, they find this line of work to start becoming… uh, well a bit too demanding on… uh… elderly bodies?” Jieun stared at him without saying anything that Peterias started worrying that he had broken some human taboo about talking about getting old. “Dude. Dana’s turning thirty-seven, not eighty-seven. And even if she was, I still don’t think she’d retire. Have you seen her on duty? That lady loves blasting asteroids.” Jieun chuckled as if recalling a memory as he grabbed a rubber balloon and began forcing air into it through his mouth. As Peterias watched the blue shape grow in size, something Jieun said finally clicked. “Wait, eighty-seven? Do humans live that long?!” Jieun removed the balloon from his lips and tied the end so the air wouldn’t escape. “Well, I mean, with proper diet and exercise, a bit of good luck and good genes, yeah. I mean nowadays, it’s not too crazy to see people living and even being fairly active into their hundreds.” “What?!” Jieun had to be joking. Humans loved playing practical jokes. He kept waiting for his crewmate’s face to break into a wide grin and laugh at his attempt to “pull his leg” as the human saying went. As the tiks went by though, Jieun didn’t back down from his bold statement and instead started blowing up another balloon. “Oh,” Peterias shook his head. “Oh how silly of me. I forgot about the year ratio. Earth must circumnavigate it’s star fairly quickly. There for a bit, I thought you were saying humans could live for over 100 galactic standard years.” Jieun opened his mouth and let the half-filled balloon propel itself around the room wildly. “Uh, yeah, we can. Easily. I think the ratio is like, uh just a little over two-thirds of an Earth year for every galactic standardized year. Something like that? If we’re talking SG years, 130 is around the average life expectancy. 180’s getting up there. I think the oldest living human right now is pushing 195 SG years or something like that.” Shivers ran down Peterias’ whole body. He felt the proto-feathers along his spine rise up. He felt like he was frozen in place as his brain used 100% of its capacity to try to process what he’d just been told. There was no way. He’d have known about this before, right? Of all the rumors that flew around about humans, this would have been one of them, right? He kept waiting for a punchline, for Jieun’s nonchalant facade to drop and for him to start laughing at the hilarious joke he’d been trying to get Peterias to believe. But it didn’t happen. He wasn’t joking. Instead, Jieun held out his hand. “Let me see, I guess that would make Dana....” His fingers went up and down as he calculated, “Oh, a little over sixty I guess. In SG, that is.” He then went to retrieve the balloon he’d let escape before and proceeded to blow it up again, tying it off this time. Peterias just stood there, still frozen. He watched the human continue to put the final touches of decorations around the room. How old was Jieun? He saw human Jackson enter the room, being helped by several other crewmates as they carried in platters of prepared party snacks. How old was he? How old were any of the other human crewmates aboard the ship? How much had they seen and how much life had they lived even before they stepped aboard the ship? He was finally pulled out of his frozen state as everyone scrambled to hiding spots. Realizing he was still standing in the middle of the room, Garubi came up behind him and led him to a spot where he could crouch behind a chair. “Come on, they said part of the celebration is to jump out and surprise the birthday celebrant when they arrive at their party.” Peterias allowed themselves to be pulled along and even made sure to tuck their tail in closely so as to hide better behind the chair. It was futile, he was too large, but thinking on that right now seemed beyond his capabilities. Dana was indeed surprised when she arrived. She screamed, out of shock at first, then in delight. There was a lot of laughter, music, and talking, and a surprising amount of very bad, off-key singing to a very repetitive song. It felt almost like visiting a harvest festival back home, so happy and celebratory! Except unlike the festivals, this was for one person. Before, it might have seemed a bit excessive, even by human standards. Now he realized that with this celebration of life, there was a lot of life to celebrate. The planning and preparation that had gone into the party was well worth the effort. Peterias hadn’t had as much fun in some time. It wasn’t any one particular game they played or amusing story that was told that made it so much fun. It was more just, how happy everyone was. The humans, especially Dana, just seemed to radiate a warm happy energy that was particularly infectious. Peterias smiled as he watched Jackson get animated as he recounted an adventure he’d had as a youth on Earth. It was, of course, a story about him doing something dangerous and how he got out of it, and he had several delighted crewmates hanging onto every word. Peterias, chuckled as a thought came to him while watching the scene. Humans live such long lives. He’d had no idea. He supposed that some, after hearing Jackson’s story and knowing what ridiculous antics humans got into on the regular, might postulate that humans live so long because death itself is hesitant to claim them. As he looked around the room though, he caught eyes with human Dana who smiled that strange warm, and slightly scary way that humans do. She held up her hands together to form a shape that he’d been told was a symbol of love and mouthed the words “thank you” to him. Peterias nodded and smiled back. His mind started wandering again. Somewhere in his brain, the new information of human’s life spans was being put together with other tales and warnings he’d ever heard about them like puzzle pieces. That’s why everyone’s always worried about offending humans. They have such long lives that they could hold grudges for what would be lifetimes for other races. That’s why they’re so good at multitasking or will often come onto crews with multiple advanced skills. They have plenty of time to hone their talents. That’s why they can be so forgetful at times. They have a lot of life stored in their memories. There was a large collection of gasps and laughter from the crowd around Jackson as he finished up his story. Soon, Dana took over as the next storyteller about one of her own fool-hardy enterprises she’d had once. It wasn’t quite as much of an adventurous tale as Jackson’s had been, but it was a good story and she told it well. Peterias smiled as he listened in. He was glad humans lived so long, for a lot of reasons. Maybe those who half-joked when they said that death was afraid to claim humans were right. They certainly were a handful in the realm of life, they’d probably continue to be a handful in the realm beyond. In any case, whatever the reason may be, he was glad he’d have his friends around for a long time.
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Henry x Reader: If I could never give you peace. (3/3)
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Plot: The one where the rain is always gonna come but your love has never been clearer.
Part 1 - Anywhere I want, just not home - the one where Henry can never come home. (Inspired by: My Tears Ricochet)
Part 2 - My kingdom come undone. -  the one where his faithless love is the only hoax you’ll believe in. (Inspired by: Hoax)
TW: Sad, Emotional, Comfort, Awkwardness, Fluff, it’s kinda long?sorry
It’s the first time in a while that you had woken up before the sun. Henry had left your home with the promise of not bothering you until you were ready to let you calm down and give you as much space as you need after the heavy and emotional day you had.
“You have my number,” he whispered, standing on your doorstep. “Just … let me know.”
It had been four days since you last saw him. If you had any energy left in you, you would’ve felt horrible. It’s not that you didn’t want to see him it was more like you didn’t know how to cross that bridge: the awkwardness, the stepping on egg-shells type of conversation .... you weren’t sure if you had the strength to go through all that yet.
But you still very much felt his presence in the little ways he allowed himself to exist in your space.
The little trinkets he gave you had become a habit and never stopped – on the first day it was three pieces fruits you haven’t seen or tasted before placed on a wooden bowl in your doorstep, the next day it had been a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in some string-rope and tied in a poorly-shaped bow, and yesterday it had been a medium-sized smooth rock that had a peculiar formation and looked like it had crystals growing from a hole at the center. It was still kinda moist and looked suspiciously like it came from that rumored small waterfall that was a two-hour walk away from this town.
It felt weird that he was here when the whole purpose of you even being here was to get away from him. The last couple of days didn’t even feel real. How was he even here? Isn’t his publicist and manager absolutely going crazy running around and looking for him. Isn’t the whole world looking for him?
A movie star in his level just can’t disappear from the world and not let them know.
You picked your phone up, texting your best friend but hiding the fact that she was right and Henry did find you, and opened up Google. You had learned early on of your relationship with Henry not to look up your name or his on any news outlet to spare yourself from the frustration and anxiety. You even had to create a separate private social media accounts a week before the two of you decided to go public. His pr team had been helpful in erasing any other old accounts you had since Henry wanted you to be as safe as possible from doxxing and hackers.
Still, you had to know. You typed up his name and closed your eyes as it loaded.
When you finally gathered enough courage to see it, what you read left you in a state of shock.
“Henry Cavill on another week-long bender? Break-up with longtime girlfriend is rumored to be the reason!”
“Henry Cavill drops his most anticipated character as Sherlock Holmes in the upcoming film Enola!”
“Did the Superman hunk cheat on his beau?! Our sources say so!”
“Movie star, Henry Cavill posts a photo in social media pleading his fans and the media to leave his ex-girlfriend and her family alone during their break-up, says he is ‘Taking all the blame.’Check it out on page 6!”
“Timeline of the lost love that broke Henry Cavill.”
Different articles of Henry going back and locking himself in your shared home were posted, hundreds of photos of him looking half dead yet carrying different forms of alcohol spread all over the internet, and there was even a hashtag for the fans trying to find you for his sake which Henry shot down immediately with a single post form his hefty instagram account.
You couldn’t believe that all this happened when you decided to disappear. You genuinely didn’t think anyone would care much less Henry. You thought disappearing for a while would help your process of slowly disappearing in obscurity after being involved with such a big personality such as Henry for such a long time.
It seemed to have back fired tremendously to your absolute horror.
It must be why your best friend sounded so stressed out every time you texted a few hours later than you were supposed to. It suddenly makes sense now. You have to treat her to some meal and a full-expense paid vacation after all that she took head on to protect you.
Letting out a shaky breath, you decided it was useless to hide in your house when you decided you would give the two of you another chance; you put your running shoes on and decided a walk would be a great way for you to relax. You carefully packed your little tote bag, bringing with you some water, your leftover sandwiches for breakfast, and the last piece of fruit that Henry gave you two days ago.
Staring at the piece of fruit you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief.
It really was a wonder how someone as big as him managed to sneak in and out your doorway for weeks now without ever getting caught –
The two of you froze, comically wide-eyed and shockingly looking at each other, when you opened the door. He was bending down about to place another bouquet of wildflowers, this time wrapped in some expensive looking scarf looking like a raccoon that had been caught stealing leftovers in the trash.
The silence and surprised lasted for only a few seconds but you swore time slowed down to punish you even more.
“Hi, sorry,” he stood up so quickly, flushing so hard you managed to see it despite the lack of sunlight. “I was just … I didn’t think you would be awake. Here.”
He hesitantly offered you the flowers, one hand on his back like a little child. The scene was so shocking and sudden that you couldn’t help but let out a surprised snicker at this awkward situation, making him look down bashfully.
“Thank you,” you whispered, taking it from him and smelling it. Flowers in the shops in New York usually lose their scent or smells fake due to the chemicals placed in it to make it live longer but something about the wildflowers in this countryside just smells so sweet you could almost taste it in your tongue. “They’re so pretty.”
You can see him lose the tension in his back at your compliment. There was a tense moment of silence but not the kind that could suffocate – it was hopeful and understandably awkward, like talking to your high-school crush for the first time where every single movement had to count. “Were you about to go to the market?”
You shook your head, moving back a bit to close your door and fully step out of the house. “’was just gonna take a walk. The hike trail they have is beautiful.”
“Oh, okay,” he cleared his throat, doing his best not to make you uncomfortable – looking for any signs of distress so he could back off immediately and leave even though all he wanted to do was stare at you in order to commit every single new thing about you into his memory in case you disappear on him again.
He knew this was not part of the plan, and technically he was kinda intruding on your time to ‘think’ about the next step on your relationship but he couldn’t help but try to milk every single moment he could spend with you due to his own desperation fill the void you left on his heart after the separation.
You hesitated when the two of you were out in your little yard, trying to ease the tension just a little bit by making polite small talk no matter how painfully awkward it is. “W-Where are you staying by the way?”
“Oh, just a few blocks away. There’s a little bed and breakfast in there, t’was the only thing available on such a short notice.” He pointed at the general direction on your left, his movement making his scent waft in your direction. You could recognize his cologne anywhere – you gave it to him after all, he never wore anything else after that. “The owners were kind enough to lend me their daughter’s bedroom. Must’ve felt bad for the poor lost idiot wandering around the streets.”
You looked away, trying not to show him your amusement in imagining this man wandering around these foreign streets when he couldn’t even buy a sandwich in New York without being hounded by fans and strangers alike.
“That’s nice …”
“Their daughter’s room has pink furniture and Hello Kitty wallpapers in it,” he added almost mindlessly, as if he couldn’t believe it either. This confession ripped out a giggle from your mouth that you couldn’t hold back.  
“Are you serious?” you snickered, covering your face to hide your laughter, that you couldn’t see how he had frozen on the spot for a few moments, taken aback at seeing your smiling face and hearing a bit of your laughter even for just a moment. It felt like a fragment of his soul had been pieced back together and healed magically.
“Y-Yeah, um,” he muttered doing his best not to openly gawk at you and placed his hand behind his back as he slowly walked with you. “, it’s nice though, got good windows and stuff.”
You tried not to laugh anymore than you did in fear of actually offending him when he had been staying in there for your sake – and for the sake of your crumbling relationship that was dangling on this string that the two of you call a vacation.
“I, uh, leave you alone for your walk. I’ll see you arou –“
“Wait!” you couldn’t believe you actually called out to him and by the look on his face he couldn’t believe it either. Or maybe it was the fact that you reached out your hands to hold his in order to stop him from walking away. He made a full stop, slowly moving his body so the two of you were facing each other and not standing side by side, gently flipping his hand so he could hold feel the warmth in the palm of your hands.
It almost feels foreign how rough his hands were. But nothing could’ve made you forget how perfectly it encapsulated yours – like it had been specifically crafted by a kind god for you.
“W-Walk with me? We don’t have to talk. It’ll be nice. I have sandwiches,” you muttered quickly, words coming out in a rush. This time it was your turn to turn red as a tomato.
Henry had been unaware he had been holding his breath until the necessary need to breath out took over. He smiled, grateful at your merciful heart that finally found it in her to start forgiving him if only for a little.
“You had me at sandwiches.”
The two of you started walking around town, window shopping in it’s tourist shops and even loitering by a bakery just to smell the fresh bread baking while the two of you ate your day-old sandwich laughing at each others shenanigans.
When the two of you were about to walk back home you could start to feel the growing harshness of the sun above you. He couldn’t help but chuckle when you tried to hide yourself under his massive shadow.
“Here, let me,” he murmured, taking the flowers you had been carrying in your hand and removing the scarf wrapped around it. He folded it diagonally in half and raised it to his chest to show you his plan. “May I?”
You nodded, giving him permission. He gently gathered your hair in his hand, hooking it in  one of your shoulders as he placed the makeshift bandanna on your head and tied it under your hair. The swift movement behind you and the way his soft breaths and nimble fingers hit the nape of your neck made you shiver, the intimacy a bit too much after a month of  seclusion but more than welcomed.
When he was done he placed your hair back down again, smiling down at you apprehensively. “That alright?”
You smiled up at him, softly nodding to hide your frenzy at such an innocent action. “Thank you.”
“Alright, let’s go then,” he beamed.
He turned, ready to start the slow and leisure stroll back to your house when you had a surge of courage go through you as you meekly reached for his hands clearly surprising him enough that he tripped a bit on his feet, instinctively making him tighten his hold on your hands as he tried to stabilize himself.
You stifled a giggle at his flushed face, “Let’s go.”
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When you heard the soft knock on the door your door you couldn’t help but smile. You quickly stride towards the door, unlocking and opening it to see Henry smiling down at you with the large wicker basket on his hands.
“Hi! Good morning!” you greeted, getting on your tiptoes to give him a short hug. “I’m almost done, come in.”
It had been about three weeks since the two of you stopped skirting around each other and actually made efforts to heal your relationship. It started with the short morning walks around the village, then when you had finally more comfortable around him it grew into shopping in the farmer’s market and buying each other small trinkets and exchanging purchases at the end of the day, and then the two of you decided to start eating breakfast together everyday in every local shops and café you could find and in a way meet so many of the kind residents who started to figure out that the two of you were ‘sort of’ together but never asked any questions, finally it had grown into both of you spending every waking hour of the day together until it started to feel like all the wounds had started to close.
The scars were still there and it was never the same as before but now you can look at him and not feel the deep resentment and pain that had sucked out all the color in your life, and for you that was enough for now.
To live and learn to love him again for the hope of it all.
The two of you had started to be quiet known as the budding sweetheart in the village, your name never being separated from the other.
“Well, if it isn’t Henry and (Y/N), what are you both up to today?”
“Henry! (Y/N)! I have fresh loaves just for you!”
“Will Henry and (Y/N) be visiting today as well?”
“Look, its Henry and (Y/N), set their table for them by the window, quickly.”
You were pretty sure the two of you had eaten and walked in every single store the town had to offer. Henry even managed to rent one of those heavy and vintage looking-motorcycles that was more machine than seats so the two of you can fully explore everything this place had to offer. You had been caught in the rain that day but the two of you just laughed it off, even when you managed to destroy your favorite dress with the amount of mud that got in it and the lightning threatened to blast the two of you to kingdom come.
It was a good day – just like today was going to be, you could feel it.
The two of you had planned two days ago to go on a proper picnic by the waterfalls where Henry confessed, albeit hesitantly, he did find the stone he gave you a while back. You didn’t bother to ask how he managed to carry such a heavy thing all the way down the mountain.
Henry carefully sat at the rickety wooden chair you have, just staring as you paced around the little kitchen available to you. You were making some finger food for the two of you to enjoy while Henry was assigned to get the lunch you had ordered yesterday in your favorite little restaurant on the other side of town.
It just dawned on him how much he missed seeing you up and messing around the kitchen every time he got home from his walks with Kal. No matter how much you hated waking up early you always made sure to cook him a little something before crashing back in bed or in the sofa so he can wake you up when he arrived and the two of you can eat breakfast together.
And if he didn’t fuck up as much as he did the two of you would’ve continued that little tradition you both had until both of you were old and gray. But it doesn’t matter now; he had to focus on fixing everything with you like his life depended on it.
Cause it did.
“Okay, it’s done,” you closed the wicker basket and Henry snatched it out of your arms. “You ready?”
He smiled down at you, wondering if you knew that if you asked for him to drop everything in his life and live the rest of your lives in this hidden little village in England his answer would’ve been the same.
“Yes.”
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“I can’t believe I always let you talk me into doing physical activity, Hen,” you gasped, taking his hand that was offered to you. He was more than fine, walking the steep hill and carrying the heavy basket that had all your food and drinks in it with barely an audible gasp.
You really thought it would be easy for you since you had been doing nothing but take walks and run for the past two months alone but it seemed you were nowhere near his god-like stamina.
“Were near,” he promised you, gently pulling you up a particular steep collection of rocks, a gentle hand on your waist as you tried to catch your breath.
“Oh, look at me I’m Superman and I don’t need to rest when I climb mountains,” you mocked him with heavily exaggerated posh British accent making his booming laughter echo out amongst the trees.
“Get on my back then.”
The both of you stopped, the light mood dying along with his words, and Henry mentally cursed himself to high-heavens for ever bringing it up. The two of you had just started to get comfortable with each other and had just started to hold hands and hug goodbye and good morning everyday but … this one might be a bit too much just yet. It had been a little thing the two of you had for him to always give you a piggyback ride when you were already about to arrive home  when he drags you out of your house and make you join his walk with Kal so it came out in the one moment his defenses were down.
“I’m –“
“Please?” you smiled up at him, squeezing his hand gently to let him know it was okay. And that you were okay.
He sighed in relief. It was actually quite scary how well you can still read him despite the shit he made the two of you go together. He wonders what he did in his past life to not only deserve you but also be given a second chance when he managed to fumble the bag so badly.
He took the hand that was cupped in his and gently set it on his shoulders. He couldn’t help but hold his breath as you pressed your chest on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck. This had been the closest the two of you had been since the breakup three months ago and he could honestly cry at how much he missed your body against his.
“There we go, love,” he grunted a bit from the effort when he started to lift you up. Your breath on his neck was made more apparent from the slight perspiration on his body. He hopes you didn’t notice the shiver that came over his body as he gritted his teeth to calm himself down.
You were so soft – so, so soft and perfect next to him.
He squeezed the back of your knees softly and jumped a bit so you sat higher on his waist which made you squeal. “Let’s go, cowboy!”
Walking with you on his back was genuinely therapeutic. You kept pointing on different weird plants, local birds resting on the trees around you, and any colorful wildflowers you might find – he tries to entertain you by bending you down a bit so you can pick the ones you like until you had a bundle of them in your hands.
It was about five minutes later when the two of you heard the falls, which made you squeal and jump from excitement off his back. “Come on, Hen!” you screamed, taking his hand and pulling him to run with you, now apparently full of energy.
You gasped in awe, seeing the body of water in front of the waterfalls; the place was beautiful and was seemingly untouched. A few hanging ropes on the trees and a rusted metal jar overrun by moss was the only sign of humans ever stepping foot in this slice of paradise in front of you.
Henry himself had only found this when he was running on the opposite side of the hike trail where he knew you liked to take your walks before you knew he was here so as not to give you a shock when you accidentally cross paths. Then he asked the homeowner, wondering if people were allowed to take a swim in there and they assured him it was free to the public but the locals had gotten quite sick of it.
It had easily become his favorite spot, just to think.
You and Henry quickly set your base, placing the thick blanket on the ground and pulling out the towels you will need for later. He had given you the ‘go ahead’ to take a dip first, firstly cause he brought you here to enjoy the cold water and secondly, because he wasn’t sure if he had enough self-control not to pop a stiffy if you were ever to undress in front of him.
“Bear, the water is amazing!”
In his surprise, he accidentally dropped one of the wooden glass he had been pulling out of the basket, not sure if he heard you right. He wasn’t even sure if you were aware of what you just said cause you were still happily laughing and swimming around behind him.
He looked away, using his breathing exercise he had to learn to control himself in front of you, reminding himself to calm down and not cry or pass out in front of you because you might or might not have accidentally called him the term of endearment you had graciously given him on the end of your third date with each other where you had stayed the night and made love for the first time.
You had woken up, lying on his chest, giggling at his chest hair and how he was like a bear preparing for hibernation. The name had stuck for years and he had no problem with it whatsoever.
It was overwhelming hearing you say it again. It was one of the few signs he had that all of his efforts had not been for naught and that you still had some sort of love left for him in your bruised heart.
Sometimes he thinks you genuinely do not know the power you have over him.
He gathered himself and stood up, removing his shirt and shoes and smiled at you. You were already on the other side, near the actual falls, waving at him to follow. Even in just your simple white cotton underwear he could swear you were a water nymph set on enticing poor fools like him to drown in your home.
Still, now having had a taste of what life was like without you, he knows he would gladly take your hand and follow you willingly on his watery grave if it meant spending an eternity in your arms.
He quickly swam over, reaching your end of the falls and gratefully accepting your hands as help. The falling water from above made everything fuzzier and blurry but your smile was just as bright in his eyes. 
After a few moment of enjoying nature’s shower he felt your hands gently cupping his as as you pulled him to bend down towards you.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” you whispered, and despite the harsh slaps of the water on the stones he could still hear you so clearly, could still feel the warmth of your velvet skin on his as the two of you were chest to chest from the effort of not slipping down the wet and mossy rocks. “It’s beautiful.”
He knew he shouldn’t – knew he was risking the little progress he has made with you for an irresistible urge but it was like his brain has officially fallen out of his head and you just looked so beautiful in the early morning light with the droplets of water clinging to your lashes that his heart decided to take the reins and give him a shot of strength he so desperately needed.
He placed his palm on your face, testing the water and rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks. When you didn’t pull back even a little bit but just stared at him wide-eyed and trusting  he leaned in slowly, eyes not leaving yours and hoping to any god that existed to place whatever luck he had left in this lifetime to this very moment.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice so shaky it would be a miracle if you heard. “Just a little bit?”
He saw you suck in a breath, looking up at him through your lashes and he swore his heart had stopped beating in fear and anticipation. Yet when you smiled he felt the skies above open in relief. You gently wrapped your arms around his waist easily sliding into his personal space just like he had dreamt you would, standing so close to him your nose were touching and the two of you were sharing a single breath.
“Please.”
That was all the permission he needed. He softly touched your lips together, drinking in the water that settled on the center of your lips and gave both the top and the bottom a soft peck as if familiarizing himself to his forgotten home. He gently ran his hands on your hair, angling your head just right so he can finally give you the kiss he had been imagining in his head.
The kiss that was full of everything that he could never convey: his sorrow for ever letting you go and forcing you two to reach this point of no return, his gratitude for finding it in your heart to give him a lifeline when he swore he was going to drown in the ocean of misery he had put himself under, and his love for you that would’ve never waned even if you decided you were going to curse him for the rest of your life.
When the two of you finally pulled away, he couldn’t feel his knees or any of his limbs for the matter. “Thank you,” he breathed out, licking his lips to ensure he had gathered whatever taste you had left, selfish and hungry and desperate.
You had wrapped yourself in him, your skin touching his felt like coming back home after going to war and he gasped at the familiarity of how perfectly your body fit against his – he couldn’t stop his hands from slowly roaming around your body just to make sure you were real and that this wasn’t some cruel trick played by his mind. One he would wake up from and see the plain lonely ceiling of his broken home in New York.
He doesn’t think he would be able to survive that.
But it was real, and you were hugging him, and both your bodies were shaking from the sobs that was muffled by the crashing water all around you.
“I missed you so much, my love,” he confessed, burying his face on the crook of your neck.
It wasn’t much, and he doesn’t think the two of you will ever get out of this pain unscathed, but he hopes the running water would strip all the pain in both of your hearts and finally heal your souls so it can be one once again.
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The two of you had decided to dry off and lay down on the blanket looking up at the trees that partially covered the sky. Time seemed to freeze and the whole world seemed to cease to exist except in this little corner the two of you shared where everything was tranquil and your hearts could rest.
Both your heads were the only thing that connected the two of you together as you both laid down in opposite directions with arms spread wide, one of his shoulders being used as your pillow as you traced your fingers on his face. He was on his back and you were on your side and even though your view was upside down you still couldn’t help but try your best to familiarize yourself with what you thought would only exist in your tattered memories.
You giggled when he wrinkled his face every time you hit a ticklish spot, your mellowed laughter and whispered conversations getting lost at the sound of nature around you but the two of you didn’t bother to care. The two of you were tracing back your steps, both broken and bruised and limping after such a cruel and vicious journey but it didn’t matter anymore, cause this love was familiar and so so good and it would always lead you back home where you would heal and draw stars around each of your scars.
“It’s so … pleasant here.” Henry observed, opening his eyes and staring at the great above beyond him. You followed his lead, laying on your back and cloud-gazing with him. The harsh light from the sun has been covered by the branches of the trees but the sunlight that managed to peek through it made everything look more ethereal and serene.
“I know,” you agreed, letting the stillness of the moment soak up in your skin. “I could stay here forever.”
He couldn’t help but let your words echoed in his head. The foreign seeds of doubt and fear that had never been there before starting to plant itself in his head.
Because you looked so happy here, in fact, being away from him and all the horrors that was his life has made you glow and grow like never before.
It was like you belong here.
In places where the rising sun and chirping birds would wake you up and not the door slamming when he has to rush for his business meetings only having the time to give you a rushed kiss you goodbye. You deserve being able to take your walks leisurely in peace without hounding cameras and screaming strangers trying to violate as much of your personal space as possible. You deserve slow mornings, friendly neighbors, and a man who would be able to give you this consistent sense of peace and serenity in your everyday life.
And he wasn’t sure if he could be that man.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up and hovering over him. The bleeding light of the sun behind you made you look like an angel to his eyes and he fears being with him would be your ruin.
But he doesn’t know if he was benevolent enough to let you go.
“I just … I want you to know,” he breathed, eyes going hazy at the many thoughts that are running in his head and the worries and doubts that tries to drown him. “I will love no one else but you in this lifetime. And – and I promise to give you nothing but happy memories from here on out. I know, sometimes our love can seem like it’s for show and we always have to put up this façade for the world but … but I would die for you in secret.”
“Hen, what are you –“
“Would that be enough?” he whispered voice shaky from fear and desperation. “Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”
You were stunned; the words you wanted to say are stuck in your throat as you stare at this broken man in front of you. You knew the past couple of months had been an absolute nightmare for the two of you but the time apart really put everything into perspective for the both of you in such different ways it almost seemed like the heartbreak the two of you went through had been necessary for the you to grow.
For him, he saw how much you had sacrificed to be with him. The prideful, traditional man in him had always been more than happy of the fact that he was able to give you everything you could ever want with a snap of his fingers – his ego doubling in size every time you grace him with your bright smile and sweet giggles every time he gave you gifts and material things. But it was only when his money no longer worked for his favor that he realized how much you had truly loved him just for him when you decided that he was worth all the shit you had put up with. You deemed him worth losing parts of yourself to the world if it meant he gets to go home to you, you allowed yourself to but put on the spotlight every single day of your life if it meant he wouldn’t be alone in that lonely pedestal he was placed in. The separation put him in a place where he never wants to be ever again and showed him how much he had depended on you to be his home and lighthouse in the storm that was his life – and when he lost that he learned a type of fear that knew no bounds. The type of fear and desperation that felt like getting chained down into the deepest pit of the ocean with no one hearing your screams for help.
He shudders even thinking being back in that empty home again.
But for you, it was different. The painful experience of losing Henry helped you find yourself again, the one you had lost when you drowned yourself trying to love him. You learned that you didn’t need Henry to find happiness in your life because there were so many others who are willing to shower you in whatever aspect of love you lack. It made you closer to your friends, your parents and even yourself cause when it felt like there had been no one there for you, you always had yourself. But it also showed you that it didn’t matter if life away from him would be paradise– cause you would’ve dove headfirst to the depths of hell’s burning rivers if it meant being with him. You love him, amidst all the pain and heartbreak and all the chaos in between. You have and will always love him even if the two of you didn’t work out and the lived separate lives keeping your lost love as a fuzzy but warm memory in your past. You would’ve loved him till your dying day. And no amount of pain in the world would change it.
“Hey, look at me,” you cradled his face, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I don’t need it, I don’t. I just need you next to me, just like always, okay? I don’t want peace. I need you.”
He sat up, dragging your body so you were sitting on his lap, resting your head on the crook of your neck as the two of you kissed whatever part of each other you could reach. He had you cradled in his arms so scared of ever losing this feeling ever again.
“I love you,” you confessed in a hushed whisper, the three magical words like a balm on Henry’s broken heart. The sobs shook his whole body as the two of you repeated and mended the once broken bond between the two of you. Three words of promises and love being whispered in between your kisses.
He was so tired, so broken and exhausted beyond belief that having you in his arms once again was like having all the weight and painful shackles in his soul removed. His days of retribution were over, now he can rest knowing he finally had you in his arms once again.
He was loved.
And he was home.
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[Henry and (Y/N) spotted house-hunting all over London after disappearing for four months!]
“Do you like it?” Henry beamed as you ran around the empty house. This had been just the third house you had looked at for today but he had a good feeling about it.
“It’s so big!” you cheered, your voice echoing a bit in the empty house. “Imagine me cooking in here when you arrive home like a proper housewife,” you teased, posing on the kitchen island making him laugh.
The two of you had made an executive decision to not go back to the mess that was waiting for you in New York and finally settle down, like you had always talked about, in London. Henry had immediately sent his secretary to scope out any houses available all over the country so the two of you could start picking out the ones you liked the most.
One he had a taste of peace in that little village the two of you spent your days in he had never wanted to put you through the noise in New York again. He’d just have to bite the bullet and travel back and forth from home to America if that’s what it would take to give you a home.
He walked towards you, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. “I think you like it here.”
“What about you?” you bashfully asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him soft kisses that he gratefully accept.
“I told you, I’ll pick whatever makes you happy,” he hummed, making you pout. He couldn’t help but laugh knowing how indecisive you were about this and that he was of no help to you as he genuinely just wants to find a home where the two of you can be safe and veiled from the world.
“It’s got nice windows,” he tried to help, nudging your cheek with his nose.
“Doesn’t have Hello Kitty wallpapers, though,” you grinned down at him, the inside joke not being lost on you.
“Well, the realtor said it’s a fixer upper,” he added seriously, before the two of you burst out laughing, looking like love-struck fools.
“I like it,” you declared, sealing it with a deep kiss. “, and I love you.”
Henry couldn’t help but feel this warmth spread out of his chest hearing those words he thought he would never hear you utter again no matter how much you had repeated it to him every night. “I love you too. More than you would ever know, darling.”
[ Mr and Mrs. Cavill?! Our sources confirmed that Henry and (Y/N) had been secretly engaged for months and had held an intimate wedding in some unknown village north of London. Details in page 6!]
You felt like you were still dreaming, the golden ring on your finger is the only proof you have of the fairy tale that just happened a few hours ago.
You are Mrs. Cavill.
You had married the love of your life.
Henry had proposed to you a few months ago in front of your chosen friends and family when you thought you were just gathering to celebrate his win in the Oscars. The two of you had agreed to keep it a secret as you planned for the wedding to avoid any problems with the fans and paparazzi.
It had been his idea to go back to where the two of you had rekindled your love and found each other again. You cried in his arms the moment he had suggested such a perfect plan. Fortunately, everything just fell into place as you planned for it.
It was like it was the gods’ way of apologizing for all the pain the two of you had to go through so they made sure to get rid of any more problems that could’ve given you a bridezilla fit.
He had shipped everyone important to that little village, happily greeting your friends in that town who only knew you both as the Henry and (Y/N) that liked eating breakfast by the window and loved you both anyway.
The wedding was held by that waterfall, carefully constructed so as not to disturb the nature that kept that slice of heaven safe for years. He had donated thousands of dollars to ensure that that area would be protected and preserved – so it can be enjoyed by everyone for years to come just like the two of you did years ago.
Now here you were using the very same motorcycle that you used when the two of you roamed around town in the middle of a storm laughing at each other at how bad of an idea it was. But now, instead of the rickety and fragile relationship you two had the two of you were now healed and your souls had finally been tied as one.
You hugged his waist tighter, giving him a kiss on the neck to catch his attention.
“Aren’t you glad you stalked me down here?” you jabbed at him making him break out laughing.
“Best decision of my life even though half the world thought I was dead.”
Both your joyous laughter echoed into the night, the humming of the great machine giving you a sense of deja-vu as you looked up at the night sky as the same thought ran in your head during that stormy night.
Today was a good day.
[Baby Cavill is out and a short post from his Instagram explains that Daddy Cavill is retiring!]
Henry sat on his rocking chair, smiling at you and your daughter as you played a little game of tag even though she could barely walk much less run away from you. The game more or less consisted on her bumbling about and crawling on the soft grass as you pretended to barely catch her to make her shriek in laughter.
“Dada, dada!” his little Emily called to him, little hands raised up and grabby, giggling again when you pretended to catch her shoes instead of her feet.
He took it as his cue to play the hero, standing from his seat and quickly scooping up his little treasure. “I got you, my princess!“ he kissed her cheeks, softly throwing her in the air a bit to hear her laughter.
You had stood up from your position in the ground, patting your dress down as you slid in Henry’s arms. The early morning London temperature made you shiver, plastering your body as close as possible to the human furnace that was your husband.
Even little Em had the same idea, burying her face in her father’s neck as she babbled and tried to talk to him despite the obvious lack of words in her vocabulary
“You’re warm,” you giggled up at him, making him playfully roll his eyes. He placed a kiss on your head walking both his girls near the fire he had been stoking while the two of you had been playing. It was almost that time of the year when the London snow would start falling so he had made sure to keep the two of you warm the best that he can when you came out to play.
“I’m glad my life’s purpose is being fulfilled, “he joked. “Do you want to go out today for breakfast? The ladies in the café had been looking for Emily for a while now.”
You hummed, about to agree when you heard the slam of the door inside your house.
“Daaaad! Arthur made us miss the bus!”
“I did not, you’re such a whiny baby! This is why I don’t hang out with you in school!”
Henry couldn’t help but chuckle, passing off your dozing little girl to you as the two of you stood up and greeted your sons fighting and bickering with each other.
“Drive the boys to school then brunch?” he offered and you nodded, giving him a kiss to seal the deal.
You watched as Henry tried to mediate your two sons into not killing each other, laughing as he seriously listened to their mundane troubles as if it was the worst thing in the world. You looked back down on the little angel in your arms who was entertaining herself with chewing on your hair making you chuckle and kiss her chubby cheeks.
You walked in with your boys, their little fight and Em’s babbles filling the house with welcomed noise and the perfect kind of chaos that you welcomed with open arms. Their voices echoing inside the house as they explained to their father the intricacies of how they missed the big yellow truck.
You couldn’t help but silently laugh at yourself, as you observed your growing family and the life that you and Henry had built together. It was a hard journey and it seemed never-ending. Troubles are always around the corner and the rain always comes one way or another but it didn’t matter.
As Henry looked back at you. Raising his keys to signal you to prepare Emily for a long-drive you smiled at him lovingly, remembering the young and rash version of him that dropped everything in his life and tracked you down to this very same village you had made your home in. It makes your heart bloom at the thought of how far the both of you had come.
“You ready, my love?”
Your boys were getting fussy, screaming from the car about being late and how one should stop punching the other, Emily was wiggling in your arms trying to be in his father’s arms her shrieks of protests ringing in your ear, your local ice cream truck passed over your house on cue with a bunch of screaming children running after it in their bikes and screaming in glee at the sprinkled truck to stop.
It would seem Henry was right, he could never really give you peace after all.
But you didn’t have it in your heart to mind.
“Yes.” You whispered, heart and soul filled with bubbling love and adoration for this man who gave you everything good in your life. “,always am.”
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alghulwayneriechi · 3 years
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|| MasterMind - Alpha!Reader x Omega!Batfamily || Part 2
MasterMind was a hero to Omega from Gotham city, protecting their right. You can't count how many Omega have been saved from abusive households or dark markets,... MasterMind is an Alpha that stood up for every single Omega and innocent people that were in danger. To many people, MasterMind was just a hero like Batman or Nightwing. But to Jason Todd, MasterMind was a true hero. The young boy's mind travels back to the day they met.
Omega wasn't treated fairly well in Gotham, many of them have to endure a much darker than normal Omega. Including him, the young Omega boy Jason Todd. Living in a house with his Alpha is truly a nightmare, especially when his mother was far gone. His father was a Beta, would usually come home from late-night being drunk, he would shout, hitting him and everything else. His mother who has died isn't any better than his father with all of her drug use. He was survived on his own by stolen some wheel and junk to sell. His life was a living hell until he met his hero.
The day he met MasterMind was a cold, late night. It was a week after his 12th birthday so he considers it as a gift from God. He was in heat, high on his heat. And people around him aren't looking nice, they were wearing a mask, cover their mouth with rope and weapon in their hand.
" This one would give us a lot of money. Those perverts like young Omega." That word scared him, he has heard a lot about Omegas being kidnapped and being sell to other people. To become slaves or toys in their hands. Jason does not want that. One of them grabbed him as he tried to fight back but no use, his heat already makes his knee weak. His breathing was hard, panting. His normal flower scent becoming extremely strong too.
" You are a virgin right? To think about it, it won't drop your price even if you aren't a virgin. Let's have some fun, yeah?" The man said to him was an Alpha, already holding his hip, trying to take off his small pant, leaving him in his underwear. Jason cried as soon as the Alpha hand touched his thigh skin.
" Now, now, be good and maybe I will consider being soft with you." The man hand reached to take his underwear down. But then he heard a voice coming from the top of the building.
" You disgusting me. Leave that boy alone before I make you regret it."
It was MasterMind, standing tall and mighty in her/his costume. Under the moonlight, Jason's vision was blurry all thanks to his tears but he knows it was his only hope. He watched a strong scent that make him calm down a little bit.
It wasn't the first time he has smelled that scent, the scent of expensive cologne and fresh blood. It was MasterMind's scent. He/she usually patrol all around Gotham protecting people, he/she must have passed through Jason place a few time before.
" Shit!!!" Was all he heard from the man before being dropped harshly onto the ground. MasterMind jumped down, chased the man. That bastard was running away before being pinned onto the wall by MasterMind. She/He landed a few fists into his face, drawing blood from the man. Jason smirked a little bit in dazed away into sleep. That pig deserves it, MasterMind has made sure about that.
Jason Todd woke up in a nice, large room. He was on a soft and nice king-sized bed, dressed in brand new cloth with his old cloth beside him. He started to panic before remembering everything that happened yesterday. If all the things he remembered were true then this must be MasterMind's house ( Jason thought of it as manor more than a house). Pretty nice. He noticed the table near the window before walked toward it. There a cup of water and a white pill on the table along with a nice, hot meal, it looks like it was just made. He reached toward a piece of paper and reach it.
/ Hello kiddo...
I took you here after you blacked out because I don't know where you live. Also, my butler was the one that changed you, if you need anything just yell Alfred out loud, okay?
Right now I have some business that needs to take care of so in the time I left. Enjoy the meal and remember to take the pill, it would help you with your heat. There's a TV to keep your company, don't be affairs to use it. I would come back soon.
Signed
MasterMind/
He smiles at the piece of paper, MasterMind was a caring Alpha. He/she not only didn't take advantage of his stage but also cared about him. It warms his heart. He sat down and enjoy the meal, the thought of having an Alpha isn't as bad as he thought.
Jason felt jealous, he has felt jealous a lot in his life but this time it made him extremely mad. MasterMind - HIS ALPHA was being touched by another Omega. It was the famous Nightwing hugging, giving kissed on the cheek with nose buried deep inside MasterMind's neck. How dare he?
" Mistress/Master... Uhm. MasterMind, the boy has awake and would like to meet you." The old butler who he now knows as Alfred spoke to MasterMind.
" Of course, Alfred. Hey kiddo, come out here, please?" His/her voice spoke up, deep and low, with a hint of dominance. God, Jason would like to hear that voice growled against his ear at night.
" I'm Jason. Jason Peter Todd. It was nice of you to save me out there." Jason said, rather shyly, didn't want to face the Alpha.
" There is no need to be shy. I am MasterMind and this is Nightwing, my partner."
Jason looks up and meets a harsh glare from the other Omega. Nightwing isn't someone who likes sharing, he gets close to the Alpha, kissing his/her neck before being stopped by the Alpha. Jason didn't like Nightwing at that point.
" So I have read your file and I am not going to get you back to your house so I offer well... Batman offers you to become Robin and help him fight alongside him to protect other people. Will you agreed?"
"For real? Batman wants me to become his Robin?" Jason squealed in excitement before asking again. " But can I stay with you?"
" Of course you can, I work along with Batman so it means that you will work alongside me too."
" Oh, it's on!!! I will become the best Robin!!!" Jason noticed that Nightwing frowned, he smirked even more.
Jason Todd becomes Robin, boy wonder, and works along with Batman. They didn't work well together but he can't deny that Bruce cares about him but (Y/n) was the one he closed to. He/she help him train, make him happy. Jason dream about being their Omega one day. To have them marked him, giving him bonding mark, let him carry their pups. Jason waited for that day to come. But there was a problem named Dick Grayson.
He is also an Omega that wants his Alpha. He didn't like that. Especially when they look so close together like they have known each other for all of their life. Jason can hear his moaning (Y/n) while pleasuring himself with toys, it's disgusting to him but at the same point, he also likes to try it on himself. Thinking about how (Y/n) would fuck him until he can't breathe. Until he was crying, moaning their name, and being filled all up. Yeah, that will be nice. He will wait for that day.
But Jason didn't know something is gonna get in the way of his dream.
Jason's death hit the whole family badly, especially (Y/n). He/she was the one who brings him to the family, train him, and yet... Too late to save them. (Y/n) didn't blame Bruce for Jason's death, except they blame themselves. If he/she come along with Jason that day, everything would be different. The first time (Y/n) broke Bruce's rule. A big fight between Batman and MasterMind happened, no one could stop them, even Alfred couldn't.
That fateful night MasterMind killed Joker for what he has done to Robin. MasterMind did also want to bring Robin back, ignore all the shouting from Batman.
To wait for that day, She/He kept Joker's head wrapped nicely in a box like a present, and keep frozen by Dr. Freeze technology, waiting for Jason to come back.
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sunshinejins · 3 years
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if i was dying on my knees (you’d be the one to rescue me)
(title from brother by kodaline)
so, hi!  jatp has reignited my desire to write again and this time i think i might actually finish a whole fic.  so uh, here it is :) please let me know if you like it, I’ll hopefully update asap, but i’m in uni so asap may be in like two weeks.  unless people really like it.  then, probably sooner lmao.
pairing: julie molina x luke patterson
fandom: julie and the phantoms
warnings: death bc rose, and i swear once but other than that i think nothing else?
Julie didn’t want to be frustrated, she really didn’t.  In fact, she wanted to be sad, mourning, depressed, or literally anything other than slightly pissed off all the time.  It’s incredibly exhausting to be angry all the time, and she felt like being sad would at least give her blood a break from simmering.
But her mom died.  And apparently her body only knows how to process grief by developing a rather annoying tendency to be irritated constantly.
She tries to forget it though.  Instead of wallowing in the negative feelings that cloud her family in the months following Rose Molina’s death, she throws herself into distractions.  She gets a job at a coffee shop near the USC campus and puts almost all her effort into becoming a top employee.  Her grades don’t drop because thankfully her professors seemed to all inherently understand that she just couldn’t sing anymore.  Like at all.
The world kept spinning.  Julie could only hope to hold on.
That’s how she ended up, six months later, complaining over a milk frother about her very well-intentioned best friend to the only person she knew would listen.
“Flynn just doesn’t understand,” Julie moans, shutting off the machine and dumping the contents unceremoniously into a to-go cup.  Her coworker, Allison, raises an eyebrow and swipes a rag at the milk spill that pools under the cup.
“Did she try to get you to sing again?”
“Surprise karaoke night with her girlfriend and a couple kids from class.  Her intentions were pure though so I don’t even know why I’m upset.” Julie shoves a lid onto the cup and slides it across the counter to a pre-occupied businessman who doesn’t notice the extra milk soaked into the bottom.  Allison nods thoughtfully and starts dumping coffee beans into the espresso machine.  Julie watches her with slight awe.  Allison was one of those people that terrified Julie when she met her; everything about her felt polished and put together down to the blunt cut of her pale blonde hair and the curve of her smirk when she smiled.  Soon enough, Julie discovered that she was as warm as any of her other friends, but it had taken a lot of closing shifts and smoothie runs to come to that conclusion.
Allison sets down the bag of coffee beans and gives Julie one of her solemn looks; it’s the sort of look where Julie thinks Allison could probably read her mind if she tried hard enough.
“Maybe they’re going about it wrong.  You haven’t been around music properly in what?  A year?  What if you just need to sit and listen to music again to just get you used to the environment?” Julie thinks for a moment.  Allison raises a fair point, and it’s the complete opposite tactic that everyone else has been trying, which has been to shove music in front of her to sing and give her expectant and hopeful looks. It’s a trial run.  Something casual.
“Where would I go?” Allison smiles a bit and passes Julie a container of oat milk to put away.
“There’s a bar off Sunset that’s hosting an open mic tonight.  Very relaxed and casual vibes.  I could pick you up from your apartment and take you.  We haven’t hung out since that movie night a while ago.”  Julie hesitates.  It’s not that she’s opposed to spending a night with Allison, but a small part of her feels like she’s cheating on her current circle of emotional support humans by agreeing to go. Not that her dad or Carlos or Tia would mind, but Flynn would possibly take offence and that alone stalled Julie for longer than she realized. Allison clocks the look on her face and amends the statement.
“Flynn is obviously welcome too.”
A mind reader, Julie swears. 
“Hell yeah. Let’s do this.”
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Julie’s feeling significantly less optimistic when Allison’s car has been driven away by the valet and herself, Flynn, and Allison are all standing in line outside the club. Julie can feel the bass of the songs playing more than she can hear them, but the proximity of music is enough to make her palms sweat. Other than the music the coffee shop plays and the strains of country she hears through Carlos’ wall, Julie hasn’t heard proper music since Tia Victoria sang “Amazing Grace” for her mother’s funeral. Flynn notices her nervous look. 
“Chill, Jules. It’s all very chill. We’re just gonna listen to a couple bands.” 
“Flynn’s right. And if at any point you want to bail, we can go get soft pretzels.” 
“But we should try and stay for the whole thing!”
“However, we’re also going to respect you if you can’t do that,” Allison punctuates this sentence with a meaningful eyebrow raise and Flynn nods vigorously. Julie swallows and tries to mimic the courage she had a few hours ago.  The bartender scrutinizes their IDs for a moment before allowing them to sweep into the bar and Julie’s jaw nearly drops at the volume of people contained inside.  Nearly every seat is filled, and the standing areas are packed with people all jamming to the band onstage that’s currently playing what Julie has to admit is a pretty kick ass cover of “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers.  
Allison somehow discovers a table near the edge of the bar, and disappears off to get them drinks.  Flynn’s rocking out already, and Julie feels a few of the nerves in her stomach even out as the realization that she doesn’t have to sing sinks into her bones.  Allison was right, unsurprisingly.  If she focuses hard enough, she can even push out the memories of coming to these sorts of open nights with her mom.  Flynn shoots her a large and grateful grin and Julie lets herself smile back.  She’s taking a step.  She’s doing it.
Allison returns as the band switches and a new band begins to play a hyped up cover of “Africa” by Toto.  The three girls lapse into quiet appreciation of the music, with Flynn singing along to every song played, Allison bobbing her head to herself and occasionally letting out a few notes in her vocal range, and Julie just quietly appreciating the fact that she doesn’t feel like throwing up.
It’s all very casual, just like her friends said.
Until it’s not.
As the third band of the night begins their last song, Julie retreats to find the bathroom.  It’s hidden nearly backstage, and she’s just about to make it to the door when she hears the panicked shouts of someone from near the curtain which separates the small backstage from the actual performing area.
“Dude, I cannot believe he bailed on us.”
“Are you really surprised?  Bobby was a piece of shit.”
“Hey, he didn’t use to be!”
“Calm down, Reg.  You know he’s been treating us like garbage ever since that record label thought he had a ‘marketable voice’ or whatever they said.”
“Guys he bailed on us, what are we supposed to do?”
Julie, despite all the “stranger danger” lessons running through her brain, backed up far enough to see into the backstage area.  Three guys stood there, two with a guitar and a bass each and one with drumsticks he was nervously twirling.  The one with the guitar had his face buried in his hands and kept swearing heavily under his breath.  The other two seemed frozen in their own panic as well.  Guitar Player removed his hands from his face and Julie caught a glimpse of worried hazel eyes and dark curls.  Bass Player opened his arms and Guitar Player tumbled into them for a hug while Drum Player rubbed his back.  The three guys looked absolutely wrecked.
Here’s the thing: Julie had an uncontrollable urge to help people.  It’s how she got roped into half of Flynn’s schemes, how she ended up teaching Carlos all of his second grade science curriculum herself, and how she somehow became the unofficial backbone of her family after her mom died.  Seeing three guys utterly wrecked because, presumably, their fourth bandmate had bailed on them?  It activated that uncontrollable urge deep in her stomach.
Here’s another thing: Julie hasn’t played music or sang in six months.  She’s had no desire to, and every time she’s tried, the distinct urge to throw up overtook her.  Tonight was supposed to be the baby step that showed her whether or not music was something she could seriously consider again; whether or not she could feel that itch to perform anymore.
“Hey, do you guys need a fourth?”
She felt the itch.  
The three guys looked up in varying levels of shock.  Drum Player recovered first, and stepped towards her hesitantly, wringing his pink hoodie as he did.
“Um, what?”
“It sounded like someone bailed on you.  I can play.  If you need it.”  Guitar Player recovers next and nearly bounds over to her in barely contained excitement.
“You can play rhythm guitar?”
“No,” the three boys deflate, “I can play piano though.”  Guitar Player tilts his head to the side as though playing a melody through in his head.  He turns back to the other two.
“Bright could fit piano.”
“We never wrote the music for a piano component,” Drum Player wrinkles his nose.
“I did,” Guitar Player admits.  The other two don’t look phased, though Bass Player does raise an eyebrow.  “I was bored!”
“Okay, but we don’t want to put you out,” Drum Player turns back to Julie and she swallows.  
“No, I offered.  Let me see the music.”
“Okay, but you have like ten minutes!” Bass Player finally chips in with a surprisingly cheerful tone.  Guitar Player hands Julie what looks like a piece of notebook paper and her eyes skim the words and notes.  It’s feasible for sure, but she can feel the nerves prickling at her stomach.  Guitar Player leans into her space and she clocks how ridiculously attractive he is up close.  He gives her a smile.
“We alternative verses like this, see?  And I don’t know your range, but we can figure that out on the go.”  Julie gives him a small smile.
“Somewhere between mezzo-soprano and soprano.”
“We can work with that.” Guitar Player seems to vibrate with energy.  “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“No pressure,” Bass Player adds.
“Like seriously, none.  We can just go home and cry,” Drum Player says.  Julie isn’t sure.  She really isn’t.  In fact, she’s pretty sure she should just run away and hope she never sees these guys again.
“I’m sure.”
Well, that’s that.
Guitar Player sends her a smile that looks genuinely like someone has funnelled sunlight into his body and Julie feels the nerves lift for half a second.  Then, they’re called to the stage and all of a sudden she feels like she could puke all over again.  Guitar Player grabs her hand and squeezes it.
“You got this.”
Julie files out with the rest of the band and she’s extremely grateful her friends aren’t sitting in her direct line of sight.  The piano is definitely worn out from use, but her fingers settle naturally on the keys and Julie tries to focus on the budding itch to perform in her stomach rather than the urge to throw up.  She’s supposed to start this song.  This song that she became aware of ten minutes earlier.  She catches Guitar Player’s eye and he nods encouragingly.
She presses down on the keys and opens her mouth. 
Sometimes I think I'm falling down
I wanna cry, I'm calling out
For one more try to feel alive
And when I feel lost and alone
I know that I can make it home
Fight through the dark and find the spark
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Dominant Erik sees his ex gf at a party/ Dominant Erik and his soft ex gf he lost by being a fuck boi keeps taunting him about how much he can’t have this anymore since she has a new man. Erik is jealous and he has to remind her who Daddy really is
Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. Dom & Sub play. Voyeurism. Edging. Nasty talk. Jealousy.
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“Y/N, get the croissants so you can make those bomb-ass breakfast sandwiches.”
“Which ones? The big ones or the small ones?”
“The big ones.”
Y/N crouches down in a squat to grab four big croissants for her and her roommate, Ivory, to have. She was famous for making the best breakfast sandwiches. Y/N grew up in a southern home with two parents who have their own catering business. She learned to cook at the age of 6, bringing a stool over to the stove, making breakfast and lunch for her younger siblings. Now, her Cali friends can’t shut up about how great of a cook she is. Her friend from UCLA, Tommie, is having a pool party/ tattoo party at her place this evening and she asked Y/N if she could cook some dishes. She didn’t have to worry about the grilled items. Y/N was asked to make curry chicken, barbecued ribs, seafood salad, and potato salad. She already whipped up the salads yesterday so all she had to do was cook the marinated chicken and ribs so they would be fresh and ready to devour.
“I need to get my ass out of this market. If I stay in here I’ll end up spending more money and we still have to pay off the rest of the new furniture set.”
“We have enough saved, let’s splurge,” Ivory spoke while grabbing some junk food.
“The money we have saved is for emergencies, Ivory, like if our cars start fucking up? If some big weather crisis happens and we have to stock up on food for a while?”
“Girl lets live life and stop worrying about money all the damn time. You’ll be graduating next year with your Master's degree.”
Y/N chuckles, “that’s next year though. Did you get the avocados?”
Ivory held up a bag filled with them, “You know I couldn’t forget. We eat these with everything.”
“True,” Y/N stood up, pulling a wedgey from between her ass cheeks.
“One more thing,” Ivory pulled up the list of groceries from her notes in her phone, “Cookies and cream ice cream.”
“And extra Oreos because they don’t put enough in there for me,” Y/N walked to the cart, heading back down the aisle. She spotted the cookies, grabbing two packs of double-stuffed Oreos. Y/N and Ivory made a right outside of the aisle, heading towards the frozen section to grab their tub of ice cream. Ivory was currently texting away with a grin on her face, almost bumping into an Indian couple with their child. Y/N knew she was texting the group chat that included Tommie and herself because her phone kept vibrating in her Louis Vuitton purse sitting in the cart.
“Tommie wants to know if you are bringing your new boo?”
“Terrence? Yeah, I’m bringing him,” Y/N looked up at the signs above the frozen aisles to make sure she was heading towards the correct one.
“Ah, ice cream,” She made a left, Ivory following slowly behind her.
“She also wanted me to let you know that Erik is coming so be prepared.”
“Erik who?” Y/N says while bending over to grab some ice cream. Ivory held the door to the freezer open for her.
“Your ex-boyfriend?”
“All I know is a nigga named Erik who is a fuck boi. The biggest fuck boi ever,” Y/N places the ice cream in the cart, “Ready to checkout?”
Ivory purses her lips, “How long have y’all been broken up? Still ain’t over it?”
“For about...eight months now. Eight months of peace and no drama. He’s irrelevant to me. Every time I hear the name Erik I wanna fight somebody and I’m not the fighting type.”
“Does Terrence know about him?”
Y/N glares at Ivory, “No. why? Should I have mentioned him? I didn’t think I needed to.”
Ivory didn’t say another word until they made it to the car. All things were purchased and bagged up. Y/N opened the trunk with a push of a button, bringing the cart over so she could pass the bags to Ivory. Once the trunk was loaded, Y/N walked the cart to place it with the others. She made her way back, Ivory driving this time since Y/N drove to the market.
“I RATHER BE YOUR B.I.T.C.H CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GON’ CALL ME WHEN I’M TRIPPING ANYWAY!” Y/N jammed to Megan Thee Stallion’s song that played from Ivory’s iTunes. She grinds her hips in her seat, thick ass and thighs moving, windows rolled down making her top knot curly bun frizzy, and snapping her fingers.
“Aye, you know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.
“Bitch, who you singing to? Soft Boi Terrence or Fuck Boi Erik?”
“Neither, I’m just singing, girl. Why I gotta be singing to a nigga?” Y/N turned down the music.
“Because, bitch, I peep what you’ve been doing on the GRAM.”
“What have I been doing Ivory?” Y/N asked defensively.
“My girl ain’t so sweet anymore,” Ivory raises both of her brows, “The captions under your pictures? The music you post in your stories? Who are you tryna piss off?”
“I know this ain’t about Erik ain’t shit ass,” Y/N argues while talking with her hands, long acrylic nails swaying like she was ghetto fabulous, “Cuz if it is you can cut this shit out real quick.”
“Let me give you an example,” Ivory clears her throat, “You wish this was still your pussy, HUH?”
“Girl, that’s a quote from a song,” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Well, how about, Fuck Boys played out, let’s treat these niggas how they treat us. Y/N, I’m not the only one who’s noticed, girl. And you didn’t unfollow Erik on Instagram. You want him to see all your posts so he can get jealous and miss what he can’t have that’s what you’re doing.”
“What’s wrong with that though?” Y/N shrugs, “He crept around with other bitches, so what’s wrong with me letting him know that he will never find another girl like me? I want him to feel it. Terrence might be soft and sweet but he treats me with respect. Erik just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t take what we had seriously, Ivory. I don’t care how fine or how big that nigga dick is he fucked up.”
“OKAY. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just don’t want you to dwell on him. Then, that means he won, right?”
“I don’t want him to win,” Y/N spoke with a pout of her lips, “I want him to remember what he lost, that’s all. I want him to watch me glow up on his big-headed ass.”
“Girl...we both know Erik. We know how he had you running behind him. If that nigga said get on your knees for Daddy, what you gon’ do? GET ON YOUR KNEES!”
“Nah,” Y/N folds her arms over her hefty chest, “Nope. He doesn’t have that power over me anymore-“
“I remember the stories, Y/N. How he taught you to be the best freak. Girl, you can’t just throw that away.”
“Who’s side are you on?” Y/N spoke with rage.
“Nobody’s side. I just know you still have feelings for him, that’s all. Don’t do Terrence like that. He’s just a filler, we both know this.”
“I really like Terrence. He’s the man I should be with, not Erik. My mama warned me about men like Erik. They sweet talk you, fuck you good, then break your heart and move on to the next bitch. She said it with those exact words. I always told myself I would never get with a dude like Erik and here my dumb ass go skipping to a dick appointment and coming out bow-legged.”
Ivory was in a fit of laughter wheezing and clutching her aching belly. Y/N turned the music back up, shaking her head at the fact that she even had to talk about him again. She wanted Erik and everything he did to her out of her mind. It took a while for Y/N to forget the good times. The nights where they laid up under eachother, talking about everything under the sun. The way he kissed her. How hungry he was for her each time he saw her. How he made her body react to him. Made her cum from dick for the first time. Turned her over to the BDSM lifestyle, becoming his 24/7 slut. It was fun, exhilarating, risky, sexy, wild, passionate, but then she found out he has multiple bitches calling him Daddy and submitting to him. That was the last draw. She cut ties with him and he acted like he didn’t give a fuck.
“So I won’t give a fuck,” Y/N held her head high, “I’m gonna enjoy being petty.”
“You’re grown,” Ivory ended it, turning into their apartment complex.
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The Splash party/ Tattoo party will start around 6 PM and would end whenever. Tommie, the host and Y/N’s Instagram Model friend, was currently on the phone with the moon bounce crew about when they would arrive. Ivory and Y/N were in the kitchen taking the shells off of the boiled eggs. The dank smell of weed filtered into the kitchen from out back while Ivory and Y/N continued with the eggs. They had so many to do. Terrence was out back helping Tommie’s boyfriend, DJ, blow up the floaties and other pool accessories. Most of the hot food was in the oven on low heat. The grill master, another friend of theirs, Bryson, was seasoning the meat outside so he could start the grilling process. Y/N didn’t have on her bikini like Ivory and Tommie did. Y/N has a lime green bikini packed away in a holographic tote bag. She had on a pair of elastic waistband pink velvet shorts and a cropped airbrushed T-shirt that read Spoil Me.
“Is that my nigga Erik?!” DJ yells.
Y/N didn’t react, she didn’t flinch or jump to look at him. She continued scooping the yoke out of the middle of the boiled egg whites.
“So, you’re the drink plug then? Where’s the rest of the liquor?”
“In the truck.”
His voice. She hadn’t heard it in about seven months. She forgot how raspy and alluring it was. Now, she was remembering the way he used to talk to her. Instruct her to sit on his dick or suck his dick with no hands.
“We may need to make one more run. You know Tommie’s friends with everybody,” Erik laughs.
That laugh was infectious. Y/N licks her lips, picking up another egg to cut into.
“Who’s here already?” Erik asked.
“Bryson, Ivory, Y/N, and her boyfriend Terrance.”
“Oh, for real? Let me go say wassup.”
Y/N’s breathing quickened. She wondered how her hair looked slicked back in a bun or how thick she looked in her velvet shorts. All thoughts she wished she didn’t have but couldn’t help. Ivory was too busy singing to Ari Lennox that played from her phone to pay attention to Y/N. Footsteps finally settled in the kitchen. Y/N looked up through her lashes, staring at her ex. Erik Stevens. He put on more muscle. Skin a deeper brown from the sun. Dreads in his hair now and not that kinky fro she remembered him having. Orange swim trunks on and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that showed off gold chains hanging from his neck. He was carrying a box filled with dark liquor.
“Sup?” He spoke to both Ivory and Y/N. Y/N didn’t speak.
“Hey, Erik,” Ivory waves to him with a knife in her hand, “How have you been?”
“Pretty good, how about you?”
“Same me, what did you bring for us?” Ivory peered her big brown eyes into his box, “Hennessy, Long Island, D’usse! good choices.”
“More coming too,” Erik smiles. His eyes looking past Ivory’s braided hair to stare at Y/N, “Hey, Pinky.”
He actually called her that. Her hair wasn’t even pink anymore. She went back to her natural dark brown. He said that shit to piss her off.
“Damn, rude ass,” Erik kissed his teeth, “Where you want these at, DJ?”
“Come on, let me show you.”
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“Erik, this is Terrence, Y/N’s boyfriend.”
Terrence was taller than Erik and slender. Skin a hickory brown, silky waves in his jet black hair, full lips and sepia eyes. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He has on black and grey striped trunks with no shirt. His body was wet from being in the pool to place the pool lights and floaties.
“Hey, man,” Terrence shook Erik’s hand with his wet one, “Oh, snap!” Terrence pulls a bottle of Hennessy from Erik’s liquor box, “Can we open this now?”
“I don’t care, it’s for everybody,” Erik walks away, sitting the box down on an empty table next to ice buckets that DJ told him was the bar.
“Where do I know you from?” Terrence asked while following Erik to the drink table.
“I’m well known. I’m a party promoter and I own my own night club-“
“OH YEAH. That’s where I know you from. I follow you on Instagram. I’ve been to a few of your parties. Your shit be jumping off, bruh.”
“Thanks.” Erik started taking the bottles out of the box.
“I also know that you and Y/N used to fuck with each other.”
A smile crept up Erik’s lips, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. And let me just say this now before I walk away. Don’t think about speaking to her. She’s with me now. Clearly, she left your ass for a reason. She didn’t tell me exactly who her ex was but she did say he was a cheating ass bitch. Stay away from her, aight?”
“Step off, nigga, before I make you,” Erik’s eyes were dark and menacing. Y/N failed to mention that Erik was dangerous. Killer dangerous, “She ain’t mention how I kill niggas for a living too? Don’t end up on my list tryna defend your bitch. I had her, I know how she feels. Still nice and tight? Still gotta lay the towels down under her big ol’ ass because she squirts too much? Did she mention how I call her Pinky because her hair used to be hot pink and how she sucked on the dick real good?”
Terrence simply scowled at Erik. He looked like he wanted to bust Erik’s head open with one of those liquor bottles but not once did he make a move to correct Erik or hit him. Erik smirks before grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Terence, opening it, and drinking from it in his face. Erik wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking and murderous.
“Nothing to say? What happened to the tough guy? I like a challenge-“
“Just stay away from her, she doesn’t need you, she got me-“
“Are you insecure, homie? For you to approach me like this right off the back lets me know that you’re afraid I may take her away.”
“I’m not tryna ruin Tommie’s party, homie-“
“Nah, you feel insecure. If you know me then you must know how I get down. Pinky ain’t mention how she used to be my little slut? If I make you my little slut that means you’re still mine.”
“Y’all Aight?!” DJ yells over at Terrence and Erik from the pool, “Y’all niggas ain’t about to fight over Y/N are y’all?”
“NAH,” Erik yells, clapping Terrence on the back, “Just getting to know Terrence more. Decent guy.”
Erik walked away, bumping Terrence’s shoulder so hard he stumbled. Terrence braces himself on the table before looking back at Erik with fury. Once again, Terrence didn’t do shit.
“You know,” Erik takes off his checkered Vans before putting his feet in the water, “Y/N really needs to find a nigga with some backbone next time.”
“What did you say?” DJ asks with a shake of his long dreads, “Did you threaten that nigga, Kill?”
“Nah, he tried to threaten me though. Ain’t work. How long him and Pinky been dealing with each other?”
“Probably for five months. They met through me. Terrence came with me to a house party and next thing I know he and Y/N hitting it off. They exchanged numbers and been down for each other ever since.”
“That shit won’t last,” Erik took a swig of Hennessy, “she still talks about me?”
“No, Erik. That girl doesn’t mention your name, ever.”
“She still thinking about me with all those shady captions she posts on Instagram. She turned into a real gangsta on a nigga,” Erik chuckles, “I know it ain’t because of him.”
“E, DONT act a fool, bruh.”
“She shouldn’t have come. She should have stayed her fine ass home then.”
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Y/N was standing in Tommie’s master bathroom tying the strings to her bikini thong. She grabs her phone from the sink to take a boomerang of her in the bikini for her Instagram story. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Y/N was intentionally stalling in the bathroom. Other guests already began to pour in and eat the food. The music from the DJ at the pool could be heard all the way in the bathroom, Roddy Rich- The Box playing. Terrence was probably already drunk by the pool since he couldn’t keep a drink out of his hand. Ivory was probably scouting the crowd full of men for someone to potentially take with her back to the apartment later. And Erik...
“Stop thinking about him.” Y/N spoke to herself in the mirror. She sighs, grabbing her matching lime green kimono to put around herself. Y/N headed out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and descending the steps towards the party. The house was empty, everyone out in Tommie’s big yard partying. When Y/N arrived, she smiled wide. This was like a 90’s pool party. Women dancing and walking around in tiny bikinis. Men dunking chicks in the pool or carrying them on their shoulders in the water. Towels laid out in the grass, people sitting on them with plates of food in their hands while others sat on chairs with their knees together to hold their plates of food. Moon bounce in full effect too. Tommie even has a slip n’ slide.
“Baby!” Terrence came over to Y/N with his arms out and an annoyed expression on his face, “Where have you been for the past hour? Sleeping?”
“No, getting dressed,” Y/N bats her lashes innocently, “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”
“Nah, that nigga over there is just irritating me.”
Y/N gave Terrence a perplexed look, “What nigga?”
“Your ex.”
Y/N looked up in time to see Erik surrounded by a group of half-naked women in the pool. They all splashed him, Erik picking one of them up to toss back into the pool. The other who tried to splash him was resting on a flamingo floaty. Erik flips the floaty over, the girl shrieking as she went underwater.
“How did you find out?” Y/N turned her eyes back on Terrence.
“Found a picture of you and him on his Instagram at a party he promoted for.”
Y/N looks away, a guilty expression on her face.
“Why did you hide that from me?”
“You wanna do this right now, Terrence?” Y/N folded her arms, lowering her voice so she wouldn’t cause a scene.
“Just answer the question, he’s gonna be here a while and I have to see his ugly mug until we leave. And Pinky? What’s up with that-“
“WHAT?!” Y/N raised her voice.
“He told me he called you Pinky because you used to have hot pink hair-“
“This conversation is over, Terrence. I didn’t come here to talk about my ex I came here to have fun- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Y/N was being tossed into the pool. She didn’t have time to prepare herself as the chlorine water burned in her nose. Her hands splashed frantically before she went under again. Gaining her footing, Y/N broke the water surface, coughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Snickering and shouts surrounded her. Y/N finally opens her reddish eyes, staring up at a laughing Erik with his wet muscular body standing over her on the pool edge.
“NEED SOME HELP OUT OF THERE?” He teased.
Y/N was about to charge him until she saw the straps to her bikini top floating in front of her. She screamed, causing more people to laugh. Tommie and a few other girls came over while Y/N held the front of her bikini top tightly so it wouldn’t float away.
“SERIOUSLY, BRUH?!” Terrence was ready to attack Erik but Erik’s friends held him off, trying to calm him down.
“All jokes, Terrence. Y/N is used to it. Falls for the shit every time. Ain’t that right, Pinky?”
Y/N was embarrassed. Finally secured, she swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of it while glaring at Erik with vengeance. Her hair was out of its bun, wet curly hair smoothing down her back. The kimono she wore was currently floating in the pool and her ears were filled with water. She rushed away and back into the house, a finger in her ear swishing around to help get the water out. Y/N almost slips on the tile of the kitchen floor when she made it back inside.
“UGHHHHHH.” She groaned loudly.
“Baby, you Aight? Here,” Terrence held out her fluffy SpongeBob beach towel for her, “I know you’re cold.”
“Thanks, DICK,” Y/N snatched the towel.
“Why the attitude towards me?” Terrence spoke offensively.
“Because I have a feeling you said something to Erik. You knew he was coming, didn’t you? You had an entire speech waiting for him when he arrived? Now, he’s provoked and he will do whatever it takes to piss you and me off. So THANK YOU!!!! I am SO GRATEFUL!”
“Chill out with all of that. Yeah, I did approach him. I told him to keep his focus on everything and everyone else besides you-“
“Why though? You scared he’s gonna come back into my life? That’s a wack nigga move on your end,” Y/N wraps the towel around her waist, “I’m gonna go clear my head. Why don’t you go back out there and stir up some more shit.”
“Y/N!” Terrence yelled out as her back turned. She stomped through the living room, spotting a bottle of Tequila, grabbing it, and walking upstairs to Tommie’s room.
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Y/N was sitting on Tommie’s balcony, staring down at the party with a gloomy expression. Erik was down there partying with his third plate of food in his hand. Ivory was in the pool playing shoulder wars, better known as chicken fight with one of Tommie’s model friends. Bryson was sweating bullets at the grill and Tommie and DJ sat on the pool edge with drinks in their hands. Y/N couldn’t spot Terrence. She didn’t care honestly. Y/N was burning through that bottle of Tequila. She could feel the earth rocking beneath her and her mind drifting in and out like a tide. Y/N stares with blurry eyes at the bottle in her hand. It was almost gone. She rolls her eyes, capping the rest before throwing the bottle on the balcony couch that Tommie has. Y/N stood on wobbly legs, bracing herself on the glass sliding doors before entering the house. She needed to eat but she didn’t want to walk back out there.
Y/N picks up her phone from Tommie’s canopy bed, ready to dial for Tommie but before she could, her phone was buzzing in her hand from an incoming call. She didn’t bother to see who it was, answering the phone anyway.
“He-hello?”
“You tore up already, ma?”
That voice almost made her sober.
“Why the FUCK do you still have my number?”
“Because I can. Where you at?”
“FUCK. YOU.” Y/N spoke with a slurred voice.
“Just tell me where you are so I can come to the rescue like always.”
“No, Fuck Boy, I’d rather lay in my own vomit than be near you for another fucking second you piece of shit.”
“Damn, I really turned you into a Lil’ savage, huh?”
“Erik...I am hanging up.”
Y/N ended the call.
“Sup, Pinky?”
Y/N felt like her body was moving in slow motion. She looked towards the entrance to Tommie’s bedroom. There, in his orange trunks, bare feet and shirtless was Erik himself. He has a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked while blinking up at Erik. She felt like her head was spinning.
“Because...I know you still like it. You gon’ always be Pinky to me...my Pinky. Ain’t gon’ never change.”
“What do you think is going to happen for you? You think because you bring me food and water I’m gonna get down on my knees for you? I’m not your submissive anymore, Erik.”
“I’m not here to argue with you I’m here to sober you up, here,” Erik places the plate filled with a burnt hotdog, some cucumber salad, and deviled eggs, “I figured this would be the perfect food to soak up that alcohol. I saw you throwing that bottle back like it was water.”
Y/N didn’t say thank you but she did accept the food. She was starving. Erik sat on the other side of the bed, watching her eat like she was his favorite movie. She ate quickly, burping and all. Y/N grabs the water from the bed, uncapping it before gulping that water down in a rush. She felt better even though she was still tipsy. Her head didn’t spin like before and she could stand with a better center of gravity on her two feet.
“You ain’t gotta thank me. I know your pride won’t let you. You’re welcome anyway.”
“You can go now.” Y/N got up from Tommie’s bed, walking to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with Listerine.
“I like it up here more,” Erik follows her, his eyes watching her ass sway, “We can catch up and shit.”
“Catch up? Boy-“
“I’m a grown-ass man, Y/N.” Erik cuts her off quickly.
“Fuck Boy’s are little boys to me,” Y/N rolls her eyes at Erik in the mirror, “Now, why don’t you make yourself scarce and leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”
Erik had a glint in his eyes that Y/N would usually flench at but this time she didn’t give a fuck.
“What? I’m being too bratty for you? You want to punish me?” Y/N let out a short suppressed laugh, “Please.”
“Keep talking, watch what I do next.”
“Nothing!” Y/N swished the Listerine around her mouth thoroughly before spitting it out. “You don’t get to tame me again. I’m gonna go to the party, swim, freak dance with all this ass on my boyfriend, and spend time with my friends. You do you, and I’ll do me, okay?”
Y/N rinses out the Listerine cap, twisting it back on the bottle, then walking back to the bedroom. Erik walked out behind her slowly, his hands clenched in fists and his nostrils flared. Y/N ignored him completely, reaching out to grab her phone only to see it vibrating with an incoming call.
“Ah, that’s my man right now,” Y/N picks up the phone to answer it, “Hey, baby,” Y/N looked over at Erik and he was green with envy, “I’m better. I just took a little nap. You know how I can be when I’m tired.”
Erik’s covetous expression didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N got onto the bed slowly, feet swinging behind her while she twirled a piece of her curly hair, putting on a sweet and honeyed voice. She was playing with him. The little minx.
“I’ll be down, Daddy...Mhm, I’m so sorry I was so pissed with you earlier. I just get so angry sometimes...Mhm, I just need some sex that’s all.”
“Y/N...put the phone down, now,” Erik warned her with a quiet rough tone. He steps a little closer.
Y/N rolled over onto her back, “I promise, I’ll be a good girl,” Y/N giggles, “Yes, fuck Erik, I’m your new good girl-“
“Y/N. Do it now before I tear that ass up, girl, I’m not playing with you.” Erik tries to grab her phone but Y/N backs away on her knees, getting out the canopy bed.
“Yes, Daddy, you’re my new Daddy, fuck Erik-“
Her phone was snatched from her hand and placed in his trunks. Y/N shoves Erik away aggressively. That was the wrong move. Erik picked Y/N up, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, walking towards one of Tommie’s bedroom closets since she had two of them, opening it, then stepping inside. He sat her down, finding the light switch in the closet. Erik looks down at Y/N, her chest rising and falling with deep gasping breaths, body backing away into a corner. Erik didn’t blink. He didn’t even speak. His body was pressed firmly against hers, trapping her in the corner. Y/N could only look at either his eyes or his chest. His skin smelled like chlorine and Shea butter.
“Done playing with me?” He spoke finally, “Cuz I didn’t find that shit funny.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Y/N teased, “Jealous that I have a new Daddy to fuck and not you?”
“More like pissed the FUCK off. You had your little rebellious fun for these eight months. Now, I gotta properly get in that ass. Like I said...you done playing with me?”
“No,” Y/N smiles, “You need to hurry up with your I’m still Daddy speech I got a date with my man at the pool-“
“Oh, I’m done talking. You know...talking doesn’t seem to work for you anymore since you turned into a Lil’ savage on a nigga. I gotta use action...”
“Erik, move,” Y/N bumps past him, turning the doorknob only for it to be locked. Confused, Y/N jiggled the knob and twisted it with more force, her upper arm burning from her muscles being worked out. Pausing, Y/N looked from side to side nervously, her hand still on that brass doorknob. Now, she was screaming, practically yanking Tommie’s doorknob. Erik brings a hand around to cover her mouth, pulling her further into the closet, forcefully placing her back against the wall. Y/N still wanted to scream even though Erik’s hand was pressed over her lips. She bites down on one of his fingers, thinking that would help her but it only pissed Erik off more.
“Shut the fuck up with all that noise,” Erik whispered angrily into her ear, “Yelling like a fucking child. SHUT UP.”
“Mmmm!” She tries to speak. Erik’s face was dangerously close to hers.
“Couldn’t get out?” She blinked up into his onyx eyes, “couldn’t escape? How does it feel that you are locked inside of a closet with me right now, Hmm? My Pinky scared?” Erik removes his hand from her mouth, Y/N shaking with fear, “Yell Terrence name. I want you to yell as loud as you can.”
“WHAT-“ she was cut off with a hand around her throat.
“Do. It.” He spoke with a warning before letting her neck go, standing back with his large biceps and triceps crossed over his chest.
Y/N clears her throat but her voice cracked, “TERRENCE?!!”
“Mm-mm. Louder than that.”
“TERRENCE!!!!!!”
Nothing. He was toying with her. Making her yell his name like he would come to the rescue. He was reminding her that she was trapped and the loud music and partying from outside muffled her yells. Y/N was vanquished. Vanquished by the one man she despised.
“Say, Terrence, help me! Help me please!” Erik smirks deviously.
“T-TERRENCE! HE-HELP ME! PLEASE HE-HELP ME!” She felt like an idiot.
Erik presses his ear to the door, “Hmm, no sign of him. I wonder why?” He asked with faux curiosity.
“Because he’s outside, and it’s loud, Erik,” Y/N glares at him.
“Exactly. Good girl...that’s my baby,” Erik jiggles the doorknob, “I peeped that Tommie locks the closet form the outside. No wonder, look at the shit she has in here,” Y/N entertained Erik, looking around on the shelves and the floor. Nothing but boxes filled with home movies, a folded up camcorder, sex toys for men and women, a blow-up doll deflated in the corner, and BDSM toys.
“Would you believe me if I told you that I introduced the homie DJ to this? I’m the one that suggested he spice up sex with Tommie by making her his little slut. It seems like it worked. Don’t you agree Lil’ mama?”
Y/N didn’t respond. She was having flashbacks to how her closet used to look. Exactly like this minus the blow-up doll. Erik purchased her own collection so he wouldn’t have to bring his own from his place. The movies and the camcorder really struck a nerve. All the movies they made, especially Erik’s favorite that involved her first time as his sub, 
Daddy! oh! Daddy! I can’t believe I’m cumming!
Daddy, it’s so big in my little bad girl pussy!
MMM! Yes, Daddy! I’m a little slut! I’m your nasty little slut!
I love sucking your fat dick, Daddy...
It played in her mind. All the sex. All the role play. She couldn’t wipe it out. It was as if someone opened her brain to re-file all her memories of her Daddy, her Sir. To her disappointment, Y/N could feel her pussy growing warm and wet.
“Now, what smart shit do you have to say now?”
“N-nothing,” Y/N slid down the wall and to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”
“I know you don’t. Cuz you know if you keep talking I’m gonna pop that ass real good, right?”
Y/N glares at Erik, “Yes.”
“Terrence just let you walk all over him, doesn’t he? That nigga ain’t Daddy don’t make his head swell with false promises, Pinky.”
“STOP calling me that. My hair isn’t even pink anymore. And I’m not your little porn star-“
“You still are. You wanna see something?”
“See WHAT?” Y/N glanced at Erik’s trunks.
“See what will make you remember how much of a porn star you really are for me.”
“I-No, Erik, I don’t,” Y/N’s eyes disobeyed her by looking at his crotch again.
“You do, and you will,” Erik didn’t need to do much, he simply takes his thumbs, hooking them in the waistband of his trunks, and pulling them down so they could cascade around his ankles. His dick was moist from his wet trunks but it still hung heavy like Y/N remembered. Still just as thick and beautiful. Terrence has a little dick compared to Erik’s. That was the dick that made her cum multiple times in one session. That was the dick she would wake up to in her mouth or wait for on her knees at her door when he said he was about to pull up. The dick she would gladly go limp for. The dick that turned her into the best slut. Her Daddy’s dick.
“This is what you still do to me. Still don’t want it?” Erik moves his hips making his dick bounce and twirl.
“Uh-huh,” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.
“Speak into the mic, Pinky,” Erik jokes, laughing and making Y/N suck her teeth. Erik moves closer to her, his moisturized dick hitting her in the cheek. Y/N reaches out to slap it away but it was like an iron rod; rigid and stiff. Her clit jumped and her pussy squeezed around nothing.
“Go ahead, take all that anger and frustration towards me out on this fat dick.” Y/N could hear him jerking his dick, “Stop playing and suck Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers, “I’m so fucking mad at you! I can’t believe I wanna suck your dick right now!”
“I can,” Erik taps his dick on her lip, “Let’s go, mamas.”
“Terrence...he’s-“
“Oh yeah,” Erik crouched down to grab his trunks, pulling out Y/N’s phone, “FaceTime him so he can watch you suck on this dick.”
“ERIK! Nooooo,” Y/N pleaded, “No, I don’t wanna do that to him-“
“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT NIGGA,” Erik shoves her phone in her face, “Call that wack nigga right now, or I will.”
“Please,” She was on her knees, eyes watering, “Please, pleaseeeeee I don’t want him to know-“
“Then you’re not Pinky no more. The Pinky I remember used to suck my dick under the table at the restaurant or at the club in VIP. That’s the Pinky I remember. He messed you up, girl,” Erik presses her phone against her cheek, “Call him right now, hear me, girl?”
“UGH, OKAYYYYYYY!” Y/N snatched her phone away, earning her hair getting pulled
“Fuck is wrong with you?!!! I am so disappointed,” He had a mug on his face that scared Y/N, “I got something for you...wait till his face pop up...watch.”
Y/N’s teary eyes looked down at the FaceTime call. It rang twice before Terrence popped up, drunk with another drink in his hand. He was currently waiting to get a tattoo done since the tattoo man and his crew showed up.
“Hey, baby! I thought you said you were coming down?! The tattoo man here! I’m thinking about getting your name.”
“Oh, he’s a quick one,” Erik joked.
“Who is that? And why are you crying, love?”
Y/N’s lip trembled while Erik softly ran his fingers through her hair.
“Are you in a closet? What the fuck is going on with you?” Terrence looked like he was coming to his senses.
“B-Baby, I-I’m sorry. Just break up with me, okay? I-I’m about to do something very bad and-“
“Erik pulls her hair with a warning.
“I-I’m sorry.”
Y/N turned towards Erik on her knees, making sure Terrence could see what she was doing. Her hand wraps around Erik’s girthy meat, shuddering breaths escaping her mouth before her lips pulled him in snugly. She instantly remembered the taste. She hadn’t sucked a dick this big in months so she wasn’t used to the filling her mouth received. Erik could be seen smiling smugly down into the phone while his balls dangled and Y/N’s tight plump lips went back and forth over his dick.
“Y/N!!!!!!!! What the fuck?!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!! You cheating ass bitch!!!!” Terrence gawked at her while she sucked, looking from that phone with her pretty mocha eyes shining with tears and up to stare at Erik. She felt so guilty but having Erik’s dick in her mouth again brought back the good times when she used to suck on her Daddy.
“YEAH! WE ARE DONE! hoe ass bitch.”
He ended the FaceTime.
“Good girl,” Erik fucked her mouth, “That’s my good girl, my good little slut.”
Y/N sucked him while he gave her the dick.
“Now, who is the cheater? You just FaceTimed your boyfriend while sucking your ex’s dick. Shame on you,” Erik made Y/N gag, “On your knees in the closet while sucking me. So nasty, baby, yes, such a slut. Aren’t you a slut?”
Y/N nods her head.
“Good girl, who’s a slut?”
“Me-”
“And who’s slut are you?”
Erik pulls his dick from Y/N’s mouth, “Your slut.”
“Mhm, and who do you answer to?”
“Y-you, Daddy,” Y/N’s eyes were puffy, nose running, mouth drooling.
“Exactly. Now suck my fucking dick like you’re supposed to, slut.”
Y/N went back to pleasing Erik, sucking on him to make up for the lost time. She had to show him that she still had the title for the best dick sucker. Like she didn’t go on a hiatus, her jaws went tight and her throat became a never-ending fuck hole for Erik’s thick slab of meat.
“Why don’t you grab my nuts and play with those too. Don’t leave them hanging, baby. Take all of me.”
Y/N obeyed his command, grabbing Erik’s fat sack with her hands. She massages them, her lips on the tip of his dick now trying to ring him dry.
“That’s it, get it, mamas, yesssss, Mhm, just like before, uh-huh,” Erik’s eyes fluttered, “Fuck, you know how to please me. It was fate having you here. Now, ain’t no running away from me.”
“Mmm-“
“You’re here to stay. Fucking leave me again if you want.”
Y/N could feel Erik’s dick swelling in her mouth. Her plump lips felt sore from stretching them around his dick. 
“Suck that dick for Daddy, a true dick sucker, dump all this cum in your mouth, and you better swallow.”
“mmmm,” Y/N blinked her eyes up at him. She couldn’t do much but mumble.
“Goddamn, what a mouth on you, I trained you so well to deep throat big dicks and you can take the whole damn thing, Daddy loves to fuck your pretty little mouth-”
When Y/N smiled at him with a mouth full of dick Erik erupted in her mouth and Y/N’s pussy got so wet it was dripping on the carpet in the closet. Her submissive throat happily swallowed all of his cum. 
“Slut,” Erik smiled at her.
Y/N pops her mouth off, wiping her chin with the back of her had while trying to catch her breath. There was no going back, she already did what she said she wouldn’t do. Y/N could see Ivory now pointing a finger at her while laughing hysterically. She was on her knees for Erik just like she said she would be. 
“Stand up!” Erik startled her with his booming voice, “Put your leg up on that shelf, let me see that Lil sexy pussy that I haven’t had in months-”
“It’s your own fault, Daddy-”
WHACK!
Erik struck Y/N’s ass painfully before cuffing it so hard his nails sank into her skin. 
“Keep talking back. Keep running your fucking mouth,” WHACK! “Put that goddamn leg up like I said.”
Y/N brought her leg up to one of Tommie’s shelves, adjusting her balance.
“Pull that juicy cheek open so I can see my meal.”
Y/N pulls her left cheek open, revealing her wet, creamy pussy to Erik’s hungry eyes and drooling mouth. 
“Fuck yes. Need some pussy on my tongue like yesterday.”
Erik got down on his knees in the cramped closet, helping Y/N by holding her cheeks wider before his entire mouth gave Y/N one big kiss with a whole lot of tongue and suction. 
“Feed me,” Erik commands, Y/N opening her legs further for Erik to devour her pussy. She moaned sharply, gasps escaping her mouth in a desperate rhythm. His tongue dragged from her tight hole all the way up to her clit. Air was forced from her lungs in agonized gasps. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her engorged folds. Her thighs shook and she could feel her foot slipping from the shelf. Erik held her thigh up further so he could lap her kitty and give it sweet kisses. She could feel herself beginning to squirt because of a little of the clear liquid dripping from her. Erik tasted that, taking his tongue to roll over her clit before he brought his lips together to suck.
“Uhhhhh! Uuuuuuuh!” Y/N sucked in a quick breath, ready to explode but Erik stops. 
Y/N grabs the back of Erik’s head, bringing him closer to her pussy, “Daddy-”
“Don’t fucking touch me before I spank you again. You don’t deserve to cum in Daddy’s mouth. No matter how much I want that sweet pussy in my mouth I gotta discipline you.”
“Pleaseeeee,” Y/N wanted to cry. She was so close. Her cum was about to glaze his fucking face. 
“Nah, fix your bikini and pick up your phone to call Tommie so she can come open this closet.”
“Erik,” Y/N tried to sweet-talk him but he was busy pulling up his trunks. She rolls her eyes, Picking up her phone from the floor, unlocking it, and dialing Tommie’s number. It rang four times and she didn’t answer.
“She’s not answering, see,” Y/N shows Erik her phone. He looked at it nonchalantly.
“Dial it again that girl stays having her phone in her hand-”
“You can finish eating my pussy for me,” Y/N bends over as far as she could go, spreading her cheeks, showing Erik that sad little pussy that needed to be licked up, “See, Daddy? Daddy, please?”
“Get the fuck up.” Erik pulled her up by her arm, “Now dial her fucking number like I said.”
Y/N whimpers, stomping her foot, dialing Tommie again and hoping she wouldn't pick up. To Y/N’s disappointment, Tommie picks up, her voice loudly speaking into the phone because of the music.
“Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU? TERRENCE STORMED OUT OF HERE.”
“Tommie! can you come to your room, please?!!! I’m locked in your closet!”
“WHAT? WHY?-”
“Just hurry, please??!!!!”
“AIGHT HERE I COME.”
The line ended.
Y/N looked over at a fully clothed Erik, spotting his wet beard and lower lip.
“Uh, Daddy,” Y/N pointed to his chin, “You still have my pussy juices on your face.”
“I know,” Erik looks her up and down,” I'm gon’ keep it there too-”
Tommie opened the door, hazel eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open.
“Oh! this what you were doing, huh?!” She laughs, “Y'all are wild! no wonder why Terrence left ready to cry!”
Y/N stormed out of the bedroom.
“Erik,” Tommie scolded, “Don’t fuck with my girl like that-”
“Mind your business, Tommie,” Erik playfully mushed Tommie before leaving the bedroom as well.
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Y/N relaxed on a floaty in the pool, staring up at the starry sky. She didn’t care that the people around her splashed water or bumped into the floaty. She needed to reflect on what she just did. Erik was currently in the house getting a tattoo of a scorpion with the year 1986 on the back of his left arm. His session would probably take another hour. Y/N wanted to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the side of her left breast but she felt that if she sat in there near Erik, she would act like even more of a brat. He didn’t deserve to deprive her, she deserved to deprive him. He cheated on her for some other bitch. He should be begging her but Y/N didn’t have it in her to do it. She wanted Erik to control her. 
“Sup, ma?”
Y/N looks down in the pool, her eyes connecting with a guy who looked Ethiopian, thick coily hair wet and dripping onto his forehead. He has full lips with facial hair that didn’t connect, eyes a cinnamon color and a skin smooth and caramel.
“Hello,” Y/N spoke dryly.
“Can I keep you company? I know your man stormed out of here crying about you. You really pissed him off, huh?”
“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked with annoyance.
“Your number if that’s cool,” He tried to put on a smooth voice but it didn’t work, “You look so gloomy with your pretty self.”
“How about you get me a drink,” Y/N needed one.
“I can do that.”
“What’s your name?”
“Aman,” He held out his hand to her, “You?”
“Y/N.” She shook his wet hand.
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“All finished, bro.”
Erik looked at his tattoo in the mirror that was given to him. He was a great tattoo artist. Erik paid him extra, thanking him again after getting it covered up with ointment, before walking away to let the next person have a turn. He needed to get more liquor before the good shit was gone. Heading back outside, Erik spots a group of people huddled around the pool lounge area, shouting and laughing. He walks over and the closer he got, he notices Y/N standing up, removing her swimsuit top, big beautiful, hefty breasts with large chocolate areolas and nipples free for everyone to see. She had everyone gawking at her before she took off running around the pool, breasts rebounding and swaying. She ran past Erik, almost slipping, before making it back to the group that cheered her on like she won a contest. She immediately picked up her bikini top, Tommie tying it back in place for her. Erik crushed the red solo cup in his hand, the ice falling out and landing on his bare toes. He tossed the cup down, squaring his shoulders before walking up to the group. All the dudes over there were looking at her savagely, dicks probably hard as a cement block in their wet trunks. One dude in particular that Erik recognized to be Aman was whispering in her ear, probably telling her how much he would love to suck on those big ass titties all night long; like a damn baby.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ivory spoke with shock, “Okay, your turn Aman.”
Y/N turned to him, Her legs awfully close and her lips just as close as she whispered in his ear, “Truth or Dare.”
“Dare,” Aman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Erik crossed his arms over his chest, eyes low and predatory. 
“I dare you to...take a shot off me!”
“Teh, easy.”
Y/N giggled drunkenly, “Let’s see then.”
Someone passed Aman a shot of tequila while Y/N laid back over his lap. Ivory sprinkled some sugar around her navel and squeezed a bit of lemon juice. Aman poured some of the tequila between Y/N’s breasts, watching it drip down. He quickly traced the wet trail with his tongue before licking around her navel to get all the sugar, dipping his tongue in her belly button to get the lemon juice. Everybody shouted, cheering Aman on while Y/N giggled. Erik saw red. He bumped roughly past a few people before pulling Y/N off of Aman, throwing her over his shoulder. Everyone watched stunned as Erik spanked Y/N.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!!!!!!” Erik barked out in a gruff tone with clenched teeth, “You really enjoy pissing me off I can see that now! WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOME NIGGA LICK ALL OVER YOU-”
“Because I can!” Y/N slaps his back, “Get your hands off me, you don’t own me. Go find that bitch you cheated on me with and fuck her!”
“Let’s go,” Erik heard enough. He stormed away, Y/N kicking and screaming over his shoulder. 
Inside, Erik damn near ran up the stairs with her, finding a guest bedroom, tossing her on the bed, and slamming the door shut. Y/N got off the bed, falling to the floor because she was a little drunk. She laughs, flat out hysterical like a hyena. 
“Get the fuck up,” Erik spoke while shaking his head, “Can’t even hold your damn liquor-”
“Fuck you, yes I can, dumb-dumb,” Y/N got up, stretching out on the bed, “You just ruined my night yet again. I was having fun.”
“Thanks to you, Aman gotta die,” Erik walked over to Y/N slowly, “And as for you, I gotta punish you.”
“You already punished me. You owe me an apology,” Y/N sat up, “Apologize to me for cheating on me. Get on your knees and say how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”
“Y/N,” Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, “Aight, look...I am sorry. I am so so so so fucking sorry for cheating on you like that and not giving a fuck. I truly apologize. If you wanna hit me, fucking hit me. Do what you gotta do, ma, but I’m not going nowhere. I promise you that. I miss you. You got me hot right now but I miss everything about you, girl. Come on, hit me. After this, you won’t get another chance, baby girl.”
Y/N looked at Erik like he has two heads and four legs.
“Did you hear me?! come on,” Erik held his arms out, “Hit me.”
Y/N got off the bed, walking over towards Erik timidly. She stood before him, looking up at him with low eyes, frizzy curly hair, and no balance what so ever. Erik still has his arms out, ready to take whatever Y/N dished out.
“Y/N-”
SLAP!
Erik’s jaw felt like it disconnected from his face. Y/N put a lot of force into that hit. She gasps, covering her mouth before giggling. 
“Girl-”
SLAP!
She breathed a breath of relief.
“That felt...so good,” Y/N beamed up at him, “Gosh, you don’t know how much I wanted to do that.”
Y/N could see her handprints on Erik’s face. He just looked at her while rubbing his left cheek, a smile slowly creeping up.
“You got hands, girl.”
“Thanks, asshole.”
“I deserved that,” Erik looks down at Y/N’s breasts, “But you dead wrong for showing your titties.”
“It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” Her eyes went down to stare at his crotch that was indeed tented in the front. Those hits turned him on.
“Consider that your last time,” Erik grabs his jaw to flex it before he presses his chest against hers, moving her back towards the bed, “Now take this bikini top off so I can titty fuck you until I bust on your chin.”
Y/N lays back on the bed, removing her bikini top, her heavy titties spilling out. She squeezes them together before twirling her nipples. Erik stood between her legs, pulling his trunks down and stepping out of them. His thick veiny dick stood at attention and bounced up and down as he got onto the bed to straddle her waist. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with low eyes while he spits on his dick multiple times. Y/N rubbed it in, bringing his dick between her breasts before squeezing it with her copious flesh. Erik started moving his hips, his spit covered dick making squelching noises like he was in Y/N’s pussy.
“That chin is a good place for me to nut on, right, baby girl?”
“Umph, yes. Uhh, my pussy just jumped at that.”
“Good girl,” Erik grunts, “Lick the tip of my dick.”
Y/N flicks her tongue on Erik’s dick while he increased the speed of his hips, Y/N’s body moving back and forth across the bed.
“Fucking sexy,” Erik squeezed her tits more, “Fuck, these big ass titties so tight on my dick.”
“Daddy, please fuck my titties, please cum on my face,” Y/N leans forward to suck on the tip of his dick, “Yes, please, Daddy!”
Erik spits some more, His movements more erratic. Y/N held her mouth open with her tongue hanging out so the tip of Erik’s dick could rub against it. 
“Titties feel so soft and good, girl,” Erik moans, “You like it when Daddy titty fuck you, baby?”
“Yes!” 
“Hmph, fuck!” Erik’s creamy and warm cum landed on Y/N’s chin and lips. Her head came forward, nose a target now and a little on her eyelashes on the left side. She couldn’t believe how much cum came out. 
“goddayum!” Erik removed his dick from between her breasts, grabbing it at the base to slap her nipples with it.
“Can I feel your dick in my pussy now?” Y/N turned around, Arching her back deeply, “I want my pussy fucked so bad right now-”
“Oh, you want a proper workout, huh?” Erik crawled behind her, smacking her clit with his dick, “Thick as fuck. You want me all in that phat silky pussy?”
“Umph, Yes!” Y/N pops her pussy back on Erik’s dick, “Daddy give it to me-”
“Bounce that ass back on me,” Erik thrust forward inside of her, shallow grunts escaping his mouth. He really missed how tight and wet she is, “Fuck this fat dick-”
“Like this, Daddy?” Y/N sat up on her elbows to look back at him with her cum stained face, “Right fucking there, ahhhhhhh,” Y/N threw that ass back knowing Erik would catch it, “Right here...right here...get it good, fuck, Daddy.”
“Nah, you better fuck this dick. Move that phat butt,” Erik was still on his knees watching Y/N fuck him. She spread her legs, bringing one knee to her chest, grabbing the sheets, and went to town on his fat pipe. She used all the power she has to fuck him herself. sweating and sucking air through her teeth, Y/N could feel herself squirting. Erik’s dick slips out, Y/N’s hips still moving as her pussy steadily poured until it did nothing but drip. 
“All this thickness is killing me,” Erik slaps her ass while sliding his dick back inside, “Mmm, mmm, yummy.”
Y/N could feel every stroke because she was super wet. Erik showed her no mercy on her pussy. All he wanted to do to Y/N was beat it up. He arched her again, Y/N letting out unsteady breaths.
“You feel where I’m at?” He was deep in her belly.
“In my fucking stomach, ugh,” Y/N could feel her pussy creaming all over his dick, “This is what I want. I want to be a wet mess for Daddy.”
“You knew Daddy needed this sexy pussy to fuck and fill with all this dick and cum over and over. That ass... damnnnnn,” Erik swats her ass while hammering her pussy, “Good bitch, give Daddy that pussy! Good girl, get that dick!”
short little spurts of air escaped Y/N’s lungs as she cums on Erik's dick. She couldn’t breathe. Panting and gasping, Y/N could feel Erik reach around to grab her neck with his nose in her hair. Y/N held onto his arm around her neck while Erik battered her sugar walls. Her mouth fell open, Erik’s fingers sliding inside. Y/N wasn’t in her body anymore, not even when Erik slowed it down to purposefully give her sharp and quick thrusts before stopping. Each surprise thrust made Y/N suck in a panting breath. Erik’s fat dick got even fatter, her pussy lips spreading to accommodate his rapid growth. She felt his lips sucking on her jaw, her pussy like a waterfall. 
“F-Fuckkkkkkk, oh my God, fuckkkkk, ugh, yeah, mhm,” Erik still stroked while he nuts inside of her, Take it...take it...” He whispered, “Fucking take it like I said.”
Y/N licked between Erik’s fingers, her eyes rolled back. 
“Good girl, give Daddy that pussy, bitch...let Daddy get in that pussy, slut...enjoy that dick.” Erik’s dick was squashed between her walls while he spoke in a subdued voice in her ear. Y/N melted around him, “You love letting Daddy fuck your pussy...you love having a dick in you...you be feeling so good, right?”
“Umph,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. That squirt made her pussy extra sensitive. Erik would not stop fucking her pussy. Her hand went back to push at his hips, Erik responding by pushing his hips in further. 
“Fuck, Daddy, you got me so weak.”
“Just cum one more time for me. You already made a big ass mess might as well give me more,” Erik spoke quietly in Y/N’s ear. 
“Fuckkkk,” Y/N’s head fell forward, “Yessssss.” She gave him one final messy release before falling flat on her belly. Erik’s dick slips out, his eyes watching all his nut fall out to add to the big puddle Y/N already made.
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Hey, I'm a liitle late to the packtan train but what do you think would happen when there is another female omega that becomes a friend to all of them but slowly starts to seperat the reader from the rest and maybe the beta and omegas realies this rather fast, bcus there omega is suddendly always smelling depressed but it takes a bit longer for the alphas, bcus they are really drown to the new omega. I really like your blog and love your creativity. Sorry for my english💜
oh, I absolutely love this idea like- Idk why I just go this kind of picture in my head of like- her just moving over for the new omega, like completely being like “they don’t want me anymore, best I better move on” but the thing is- it’s winter- and she really can’t go back into the woods right now because she has little to no resources saved up. so she decides to stick it out, and just deal with it, keeps her distance though. 
and yeah, maybe they don’t notice, maybe she starts the distance in such a subtle way. yoongi sees her down by the edge of the frozen sea, she’s shivering and cold- not wearing the furs Jungkook gave her- a strange thing. he rushes down to the sea, a little alarmed to see her without her outerwear, “what are you doing!” he’ll yell, making her recoil, yanking her arm out of his grasp, “leave me alone” Yoongi’s standing in the sand, frozen like the ocean, wondering why you suddenly started acting so cold. 
Things get worse, you get more distant, you start making yourself scarce at dinner times, and even after dinner when you usually all gather in namjoon and Seokjin’s private sitting room, with it’s wide and warm hearth, the furs in front so cozy and ready for group cuddling. not that you’d ever really been an active player, you’d been too skittish the first few times Seokjin had invited you- and it’s only recently that you’d begun to stay, sat on the side cozied into one of the chairs with a cup of something warm, you’d sat in Taehyungs lap a few times, combed through his curly hair with your fingers until he’d fallen asleep against your shoulder.
you’d even let Seokjin pull you into an omega cuddle puddle a few days ago. and the alphas had felt so accomplished, so protective looking down at the three of you all piled over each other, your flowery and citrus scents mixing to an intoxicating harmony. Here where their omegas, their prized loves, so gentle and delicate, strong- but sweetness in the cold world worth protecting. 
Your cabin, by comparison, is cold and lonely- you don’t know when you got so used to people being around- but it’s better that way you tell yourself. you should have known that they would get tired of you eventually- get tired of the way you can’t get close like the other omega can, the way you’re bad at being affectionate, at showing you care. it’s your fault really, for getting so attached in barely a season. you’ll need to get used to being on your own again. 
on the day everything breaks and reforms stronger you, Taehyung and Jungkook fight.  they run into you when you’re picking up some bandages from the market, no matter how much you try to duck through the crowd and avoid them, they won’t stop following you.  “I need to make sure I have enough, if i’m going to leave in the spring, I don’t know when I’ll have access to these again” 
“what?” Taehyung almost shouts, stopping, Jungkook stumbling, “what do you mean when you leave in the spring? what are you talking about?” “Taehyung you couldn’t have expected me to stay forever,” and then the eventual fight, when you try to give Jungkook his furs back, they never should have been yours to begin with.
 “Please- please keep them,” he says through his sobs, trying to hide his tears but not being able to, “it will make me feel better if I know you’re warm without us- without me,” 
And of course, the fight leads to namjoon popping up at your cabin, it’s the middle of dinner- or what should be dinner, but if namjoon’s at your front door you know that the rest must not be eating 
(and it’s true- they were too agitated to sit still, Hoseok pacing by the door while Jungkook refused to eat, pushing away the affection of Seokjin, Jimin trying too soothe both of the betas. “I knew something was wrong- I just knew it, I should have said something” Yoongi curses, 
But Namjoon is the one to turn up at your door, stoic in his long black robes, but his face breaking the second he sees you, “why didn’t you come over for dinner?” “I didn’t know if I was welcome” “Y/n- you’ve been more than welcome- you’ve been wanted for the last half a year, you know that- why the sudden change?” 
“Because I’m leaving soon- and it’s best if none of us get any ideas,” you say, talking more about your own fragile heart than any of theirs“I heard” namjoon swallows back a lump in his throat, and as much as he dosent want to be accusatory he can’t stop his words from sounding this way, 
“Were you even going to tell us you were going to leave? or were you just going to disappear one day without a goodbye?” he hasn’t cried in a long time, but he feels tears sparking now. “please, don’t shut us out, tell us what's wrong- tell me what's wrong so that I can make it better,” “do you think we don’t care? because we do- I promise, I promise I care and if we’ve been bad at showing that- then-”
 “I can’t- I can’t Namjoon, I can’t open myself up to you if I’m just going too lose you” you’re crying too- and all of a sudden it clicks, and he utters the name of the new young omega that had come to stay in the pack a few weeks back. young- almost like a pup, Seokjin and Taehyung had been particularly taken with her, spent a lot of time making sure she and her mother where comfortable. Namjoon had invited her to every dinner too- to make sure they’d both adjusted well to live so far north.
he’d treated her just like he had you when you’d first come to the compound. 
shit. 
namjoon doesn’t have to wait for your verbal confirmation, you stiffen and look away inhaling a jagged breath. but it’s your next words that really break namjoon, “I know I’m not enough”
He crosses into your threshold without a second thought, dragging you in close to his chest, to hold you close, and you sink into his thick furs, drinking in his rich scent, he scent marks along your shoulder, hands fisting in the back of your tunic, and when he parts, he takes off his thick robes and plops them on your shoulders, drowning you and pooling on the floor, too long for you to wear. namjoon shuts the door to keep away the chill and gets down on his knees.
the only time alphas ever kneel before omegas are during mating or betrothal ceremonies. you know this, even if you’d only seen it in person a few times in your life. 
he speaks your first and last name, just as you whisper his, cheeks pinking, you have to clutch at the front of his furs to keep them from falling off your shoulders. the significance of it doesn’t escape you- it’s only- only the pack omegas get to wear the pack alphas furs. you’d only ever seen Seokjin and jimin wearing them- jimin only during the fall festival. 
“I would like to formally offer you a place in my pack, and in my heart, now and forever. No matter what you decide, I want you in my home and in my life. will you accept my intention?” the words are old and almost too formal. he’d spoken the same ones to each member of his pack, and now you. your lower lip quivers. and you touch his face before you hug around his shoulders. “you’re enough, you’ve always been enough for me, always will be.” 
you’re crying too hard to give a good response, but eventually, namjoon wipes the wetness from your face and leads you back to the packhouse, keeping his cloak firmly around you, a few people see- eyes widening and faces excited at what it means. a new pack omega means a spring festival after all. 
he’s gentle, murmuring soft words, keeping his hand on the nape of your neck. nuzzlign into the top of your head every few steps unable to stop himself- his alpha loving how you smell like him with his furs. tugging them tighter around you when it starts to snow. 
and of course, jimin and the others shoot up when the heavy doors open and you and namjoon slip in with a few snowflakes, jimin rushes to your side along with Seokjin to cup at your cheeks, the omegas are the first to notice the robes, tears in their eyes as you look up at them, beseeching almost worried- worried that they’d be territorial over namjoon- but they’re nothing but happy that you’ve accepted the cloak, and their proposal. “your cheeks are cold my love” jimin says, his warm palms on your cheeks, “come- let us warm you up- lets draw a bath jin” 
namjoon clears his throat and everyone’s head snaps to him, “if you wouldn’t mind, i’d like to do it.” it’s another tradition- when a new omega arrives to a packhouse, arrives to stay/ they get washed and scent marked by each member of the pack so that they all smell like each other. everyone in the room smiles, soft and happy- realizing what this all means, that you’ve consented to be theirs. 
washing is a whole affair, with soaps and of course namjoon’s tunic rolled to the elbows darkening and dampening in the water. kneeling over the edge of the basin, his hands slow and appreciative. yoongi muscles his way in to dry your hair and dress you in a shir that smells suspiciously like himself. he nuzzles your nose with his when you pop your head out of the opening. he yanks you close for a kiss, “mine, my baby” and you crumple, falling into his chest before he drags you into the main bedroom. 
is it comfortable to sleep on the floor? not entirely, but the fire and the thick furs set on the floor and thick blanket set up makes up for it as well as the others all piled around. Hoseok is the first one who comes kneels by you- the same way namjoon did, the omegas clutch onto tae’s shoulders wiping away tears as they watch- so so happy. 
hoseok’s eyes are bright but determined, “i know you don’t need protecting,” this temps a giggle from more than a few of you, “but i know you want it sometimes. you haven’t deserved what you’ve gotten in life, you haven’t deserved all that harshness, and if you let me- i will make sure you never have to be afraid again, I pledge myself to you, wolf, body and heart” 
Jungkook is next, and he’s shakier, his bunny wide eyes so emploring. “I’m not good with words like the others, god knows I’m a baby alpha by anyone's standards,” the others laugh at this- and it’s true- barely a day goes by without Seokjin calling him ‘pup’ “but I hope I can grow into someone you’ll be proud to love, y/n, i pledge myself to you, wolf, body and heart.” 
you drag Jungkook up to scent mark him whispering his name, the night is soft and gentle with the rough golden light of the wide hearth and all of you piled together in front of it, you end up presses in between Hoseok and namjoon. Hoseok around your back and namjoon- with his face pressed into the dipping collar of Yoongi’s shirt, nose buried in your soft skin. growling happily when your hands come up to comb through his hair. 
halfway through the night, it gets a little warm, and namjoon tries to move away, and in your sleep, you reach out, making a little noise to pull him sleepily closer, and namjoon smiles soft, happy to get closer regardless of the heat. the winter might be cold outside, but in your heart, it’s warm. 
(hope you enjoyed that 2k of fluff and angst~ this is easily the longest ask fic i think i’ve ever posted)
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thepandapopo · 3 years
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A Step Through Time Ch 5: Promises
Synopsis:
The one where Felix is done with his younger self being a stubborn asshole and Sophie is determined to treat her fathers equally.
OR
In which Felix confronts his younger self and have a much needed chat while Sophie, who really should never be left alone, makes a not-so-great choice. Pairing: Sylvix
Chapter Index
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
If you had asked Ingrid a month ago if Felix would ever willingly allow someone, anyone, to touch him in even the most casual of ways, she would have laughed first, then immediately sent for Manuela because no one in their right mind would ever think such a thing.
So understandably, to say Ingrid is extremely shocked as she watches the older versions of Felix and Sylvain interact with each other is the understatement of the century.
“They’re disgustingly adorable in their own way,” Dorothea snickers from her seat on the dining hall bench beside her. “I don’t know whether I want to coo or puke.”
Ingrid wholeheartedly agrees.
Clearly fatherhood and marriage, or maybe it was being married to Sylvain of all people, has changed Felix – has made him more… domestic. The Felix and Sylvain of her timeline are already joined at the hip, regardless of how much they deny it, but married Felix and Sylvain are in a league of their own.
Everywhere Felix goes, Sylvain is always there beside him with the shorter man’s battle scarred hand tucked neatly into the crook of his right elbow, his left hand gently securing Felix’s own while also proudly showing off the glittery silver ring adoring his ring finger (his engagement ring, Ingrid reminds herself, as Sylvain had made very clear when he decided that the dining hall was a perfect place to scandalize the entire army with a borderline inappropriate kiss). And if little Sophie is with them, it is like an invisible thread ties them together, ensuring that he is standing no further than a hairs breadth apart from his husband with his daughter in his arms, or placing a hand on Felix’s lower back while he carries their little spitfire.
“I know that couples inevitably begin to adopt some of their partner’s characteristics and habits, but this is almost too much.” Ingrid frowns, finally bringing her forkful of food to her mouth after being frozen in place as she blatantly stares at the happy family. “It’s like Felix isn’t even Felix anymore.”
Across from her, Annette hums her assent. “It’s a bit unsettling, but it’s still really nice to see how happy they are. If you ask me, the really creepy thing is Sylvain’s stare. Have you seen it, yet? It’s like an exact copy of Felix.” Bits of buttery crust go flying from her fork as she waves it around to emphasize her point leaving Mercedes to pull out a handkerchief and mop up the stray crumbs that have found their way onto their once pristine table.
It’s true. Although Ingrid has not been on the receiving end of Felix’s (or Sylvain’s now, for that matter) deadpan glare for a long time, she has seen it directed at others – especially when it comes to anything regarding Sophie who is, clearly, extremely doted upon by her two fathers, even while they try to cajole her into finishing the rest of her vegetables.
“Sweetheart, you know you have to finish your meal first before you get your dessert.” Sylvain’s tone is low and chiding, but the softness of his expression very nearly undermines the authority of his words.
“I don’t wanna,” comes the sad whimper complete with puppy eyes and a wobbling lower lip. “It tastes yucky.”
“Aww, cut her some slack, guys!” Whatever else Balthus is about to say from across the table next to theirs is immediately swallowed back down when not only Felix, but Sylvain as well, levels him with a look so equally unamused that even Ingrid can feel the shiver run down her spine.
“Sophia Gabriella Fraldarius-Gautier. You know you cannot leave your seat until you’ve finished your plate.” Felix says, more stern than his husband sitting on the other side of Sophie, but still bordering the line of fond exasperation. With a grimace himself, Felix spears a few of the sprouts on his own fork and shovels them into his mouth.
“Papa is also eating them too, see? You can be a good girl and finish your food too, right, Princess?” Sylvain smiles affectionately but his voice is strained. It’s been the better part of an hour now that he has tried bargaining with his daughter and even the most patient of fathers has a limit. His eyes meets Felix’s briefly as an unspoken message flits between them before Felix nods stiffly and chimes in again.
“If you promise to be good and finish your vegetables for the rest of this month, we will think about letting you go see the market that is passing through town.”
Clearly, it is an effective bait and Sophie’s eyes light up like it’s Yule and her birthday all rolled into one.
“Really?!”
This is news to Ingrid. The last time Annette and Mercedes had mentioned it in passing to future Felix and Sylvain, testing the waters to see if they would be amenable to allowing them to take Sophie, it had resulted in a resounding ‘no’ and one teary child.
“This is war, Annie.” Felix had said in a no nonsense tone after a sniffling Sophia had been carted off to check out the pastries fresh from the kitchen. “She has only known a time of peace. Sophie doesn’t understand how dangerous it can be going out somewhere even as simple as a market in times of unrest.”
“But it’s not like we’d let her go by herself!” Annette argued. “We would be with her the whole time!”
“It’s not your babysitting skills that we’re worried about, Annie.” Sylvain said. His lips quirked upwards in a small smile that did little to lessen the gravity of his expression. “Sophie has a tendency to be ah, a bit of a curious child.”
Felix snorted. “Like someone I know,” he muttered under his breath.
“And so,” Sylvain continued, completely ignoring the barb from his husband even though he knows that later on in the privacy of their own room, he’ll get into how the curiosity may have come from him, but the utter fearlessness and stubborn will to do her own thing one hundred percent came from Felix. “Sophie has a bad habit of wandering off. Goddess knows she’s done it loads of times whenever Felix or I take her down to our local market. The only difference is that everyone there knows who she is and at the end of the day, nothing bad ever happens to her and she comes home with a treat or two and a pat on the head.”
“Well then, we can just hold her hand!” Mercedes says like it is the simplest solution in the world.
“We’ve tried that. We’ve tried literally everything under the sun short of actually tying her to us physically with a rope.”
“But what about-“
“No means no, Annette. We will not argue with you about this. It’s not safe.”
“But Feeelix-!”
And that was the end of that conversation. At least, until now.
But then again, Felix willingly reopening a topic he had previously considered closed is probably one of the lesser odd things that have been happening recently.
“Nuh uh, little missy. All your vegetables means all of them.” Sylvain scrapes the larger bits and pieces of vegetables dotting Sophie’s plate to the center, much to her dismay. The scraps amount to a decent pile of greens and not for the first time, Ingrid realizes just how wily and intelligent Sophie really is.
Raising a daughter with the will of Felix and the looks and intelligence of Sylvain will surely be a trial in itself, but that’s not a problem for Ingrid to worry about. Right now, she just has to worry about making herself scarce when Sylvain and Felix approach Mercie and Annie before she gets dragged into it as well.
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“Why can’t Daddy come with us?” Sophie asks. Her eyes are wide and sad and Felix will never get used to how it makes his heart wrench. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Sylvain crouches so that he’s eye level with his teary daughter. “Daddy has to go to an important meeting with Uncle Dima, Uncle Claude, and Auntie By. But I’ll come find you and Papa if we finish early.” Sylvain smooths back the unruly crimson curls that are already starting to come out of the half updo that Felix had put in this morning. After years of doing his daughter’s hair, Felix has resigned himself to always fixing it halfway through the day lest it becomes a true bird’s nest at night after the wild adventures to be had.
“Promise?” Her lower lip is wobbling and Felix is starting to think that perhaps Sophie is a lot more aware of her influence on others than they think she is.
“I promise, sweetheart.” Sylvain smiles at his daughter before turning his eyes to Felix, a mischievous glint shining through. “Your Papa can vouch that I never break a promise.”
The wink Sylvain throws at him is met with an eyeroll and scoff, but Felix cannot stop the small quirk of his lips. Sylvain has always come through with his promises, both to him and to their daughter. It’s one of the things that Felix loves so dearly about Sylvain after all – there is nothing in the world that he values more than the trust of his family and friends.
“Sophie, go check to make sure you’ve packed your coin purse and a snack. I need to speak with your father for a bit. I’ll meet you at the gates with Auntie Annie and Mercie, okay?”
Sophie doesn’t need to be told twice. She is already vibrating off the walls, eager to get going and visit the market that she has been dying to see. “Yes, Papa. Daddy, I hope you come soon! I’ll buy you a present, so make sure you hurry, okay?”
Felix and Sylvain both watch as their daughter scurries away, red hair flying behind her as she weaves through the mid morning crowd to join Annette and Mercedes standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the Entrance Hall. When she arrives with a hop and skip, Felix finally feels the knot that has been building in chest since that morning abate slightly.
“Hey.”
Felix jolts at the warm hand that cups his elbow. “It’s okay, Fe. She’ll be safe with you. We’re not going to lose her.”
“I know.” Felix huffs, taking a step forward so he can rest his forehead in the dip of Sylvain’s collar. “It’s just... I can’t help but worry.”
Sylvain chuckles, “I get it, Fe. She’s certainly got enough mischief in her to always keep us on our toes. I don’t think she’ll ever grow out of it, to be honest. Goddess knows I dread the day when I’m going to have to beat back suitors and stop her from sneaking out to gallivant with stable boys.”
“There will be no gallivanting with anyone. Period. I would prefer not to stab someone less than half my age.”
“Oh, but baby you look so hot when you’re all riled up and murderous.” The shiver that runs down Felix’s spine is undeniable and after a lifetime together, Sylvain would know the effect he has on his husband even if it weren’t for the hand sliding to wrap around his waist and the other reaching up to cup a smooth, pale cheek.
“Fuck you.” There’s no venom behind his words. Only the breathy whisper of comfort borne from unshakeable trust and love.
“Gladly, but alas I have a meeting to get to.” The red head lets out a full belly laugh and ignores the half-hearted smack from Felix (which still smarts, because Felix at half strength is still stupidly strong with his damn training regimen).  “Are you going to talk to your younger self today?”
The atmosphere takes on a decidedly more sombre note, but it’s a necessary topic.
Felix nods. “Yeah. Annie convinced him to come with us to the market to check out the blacksmith.”
“I’m sorry I can’t come. It would be easier if I were the one to talk to him, but…”
“It’s fine,” Felix shakes his head. “The next battle at Fort Merceus is important and you were a big part of the strategizing. You need to be there to make sure they make the right decisions.”
“Even still. Talking to your younger self about feelings is going to be like pulling teeth. I should know. I’m your very own Felix-whisperer after all.” Sylvain closes his eyes and lets his forehead drop to rest against Felix’s; his soft breath tickling the midnight bangs framing his husband’s visage. “Our younger selves need all the help they can get. Sothis… I don’t remember us being such a disaster.”
“Neither do I, and yet here we are stuck trying to convince our younger counterparts that the other is very much interested.”
“For the record,” Sylvain smirks. The hand that was previously wrapped around Felix’s waist is now slowly drifting lower. “I’d like to say that I’m still very much interested.”
“Pinch my ass in public and you’ll lose your hand.”
“Aw, Fe. You’re no fun!”
It’s the twitch of Felix’s cheek that betrays his amusement. “Tch. Insatiable.”
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Awkward.
That’s the only way that Felix can even begin to describe the odd, tense energy that weighs down their group as they walk leisurely down the long winding roads descending from Garreg Mach.
To be fair, most of the awkwardness is in part due to Felix’s refusal to speak to his younger self, instead choosing to contentedly watch Sophie hop and skip around the flowers dotting their path. Ever since Sylvain’s decision to completely disregard time travel etiquette, the younger Felix had made himself scarce, pointedly avoiding him and his husband as if afraid that he would catch feelings simply by being around them.
Ha. That fucker was already head over heels in love no matter how much he denied it.
“Sophie, when we get to the market, will you go with Annie and Mercie while I visit the blacksmith please?” Felix says it quiet enough that it sounds like it is a private conversation, but in the silence of the forest around them, it easily carries.
Sophie blinks, confused, but acquiesces. “Okay.”
Felix smiles and pats her head. He can practically feel the suspicion and irritation rolling off his younger self in waves, but he can’t really bring himself to care.
He needs to address this issue now because Felix knows better than anyone else just how obstinate he can be, and if he’s right, there’s a very good chance that this younger version of himself will take his feeling for Sylvain with him to the grave out of pure stubbornness.
So when they finally arrive to the market, Felix doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he wants to talk to his counterpart – alone. He kneels and gives Sophie a quick hug after he makes her promise again to not wander off by herself before standing off to the side in the direction of the blacksmith, his arms crossed and waiting patiently while he watches young Felix scowl at the sheer number of people around.
A brusque nod from young Felix and suddenly they are face to face, and there is no denying the discomfort starting to roil in his gut.
Maybe he should have waited for Sylvain to talk to him after all.
“Well? Spit it out.” Despite asking Felix to talk, his younger self pushes past him roughly and begins stalking towards their destination.
“Stop being so stubborn.” Young Felix whirls around at him with a look of incredulity.
“Being ‘stubborn’?” He glowers. “I’m not being stubborn. I’m not being anything except for a pawn of fate apparently because my whole damn future has already been decided for me!”
Ah. So that is the core of the problem. “Your future hasn’t been decided. That’s the whole point of me being here – so that we can make sure that things do happen as they originally went.”
“Oh, so I’m just supposed to accept the fact that my life becomes sickeningly domestic –“ he all but spits the word out like poison, “- and I’m trapped in a life that I never wanted?”
Felix narrows his eyes. “So you’re saying you don’t want this life? You don’t want peace for Fodlan? You don’t want to actually feel happy for the first time your goddamn life since Glenn died?”
“Who the fuck are you to say whether I’m happy or not? I’m happy when I have a blade in my hand, not when I’m being carted around like a… like a stupid trophy wife!”
“First of all,” Felix is proud of how level his voice comes out despite his urge to throttle the man in front of him, “I’m you, so of course I know what you want. I lived that life already.”
He pauses for a bit and then decides to go for a different angle – one that he knows has always worked with him when Sylvain tries to talk him down from stabbing some of the more pompous nobles during trade talks.
He takes a deep breath to ground himself. “But you’re still you. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling, but I can imagine because at the core of everything, I know what I used to be like back then. And I also know that no matter what timeline I exist in, there will always be one thing that remains constant.”
It’s true. There is one truth that Felix knows will span the test of time and space no matter what version of himself he is dealing with.
“…Are you ever going to tell me what it is?” Young Felix mutters angrily, breaking their brief standstill.
Marriage really has made him soft, Felix thinks as he feels the corners of his mouth curl up in a smile. He can practically hear Sylvain in his head telling him about how he probably has his ‘dopey love face’ on right now and his eyes are all ‘melted amber’. What a sentimental fool.
“I think you know.”
“Ugh,” Young Felix scowls and turns away to glare at the bucket of swords in front of the blacksmith’s stall. It’s an admission if Felix has ever heard one, and he knows that his younger self does know.
Despite what the majority of Fodlan thinks, Felix is quite capable at reading people’s emotions. He knows when people feel uncomfortable or when they might need a kind word, but for the most part, he just doesn’t care enough to coddle them because he knows it will only do them more harm than good. Which is exactly why he decides to jump straight to the truth.
“It’s okay to love him, you know.”
Young Felix freezes. The stiff set of his shoulders hunch up almost protectively and he stubbornly stays facing away from him.
“I know…” Felix swallows the lump in his throat, “I know that it’s hard to even think about letting anyone in after Glenn – how hard it is to trust someone enough and believe that they won’t just leave you like everyone else inevitably does.”
Felix touches the obsidian ring on his left hand. He spins it absently and the smooth slide of the black band against his hand grounds him.
“Mother… Glenn… and then Father…” Felix has long made his peace with his father’s death, but there is still the faintest of stings in his heart when he thinks about it. “They all left us. But Sylvain has always been there. He was there when Mother died. He stayed with us for weeks after Glenn died. And he never pitied or babied us when Father died. He was just there.”
It’s a bit hazy, most memories from the war blur together honestly, but Felix does remember the days after the battle at Gronder with crystal clarity – those few painful days after his father’s sacrifice. No matter how many times he told Sylvain to leave, no matter how he yelled at him or tried to chase him away, Sylvain stood by him, steadfast and most importantly, without judgement.
He simply let Felix be.
And that was exactly what he needed.
“He’s the biggest idiot in Fodlan, but you and I both know that Sylvain does everything in his power to care for his friends and family.” Felix says it like it like he’s stating the obvious. “He’s also irresponsible and completely reckless, and Goddess knows that moron wouldn’t sustain half of his injuries if he just trained more, but he does remember our promise. And he’s doing his best to keep it while also making sure we stay alive.”
Felix steps forward so that he’s now standing side by side with his younger self. From his peripheral vision, he can see the furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips that he knows only happens when he begrudgingly agrees.
“I know you don’t believe in a fated future. Honestly, neither do I. But if there’s one thing I can tell you for certain, it is that loving Sylvain, and being loved in return, is the best thing that will ever happen to you.” Felix allows the warmth in his chest to bloom. While that feeling may have scared him once upon a time, he’s learned to become fond of it because he knows that the only reason he can feel this way is because he has come so far and conquered all his demons along the way.
“You’re disgustingly sentimental.”
“Maybe so, but I can still kick your ass.”
Young Felix snorts, “maybe then I’d actually have a good spar for once that isn’t against the professor.”
Felix laughs quietly, the heavy weight on his chest lifting just as the tension eases out of Young Felix’s stance. The truth is out there, and at least his younger self isn’t denying things anymore, but ultimately it will be up to Young Felix to decide the path he wants to take.
Felix Fraldarius is many things, but most importantly he is not a coward, which is why despite not having verbally settled the matter with his younger self, he knows with absolute certainty that Young Felix will never turn away from Sylvain, especially not when he’s been given permission to chase that happiness that he’s longed for.
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Sophie decides very quickly that the market is her new favourite place. Forget the kitchens and all their yummy baked treats, the marketplace has all that and more.
Everywhere she looks, there is something new to see. Stalls upon stalls are lined with various treasures and fancy looking things that no amount of tears would help escape the wrath of her fathers if, by some stroke of bad luck, she is unfortunate enough to break them.
“Auntie Mercie! Look, Balloons!”
Sophie tugs on the healer’s hands eagerly, careful not to let go and wander off though there is a tiny whisper in her heart that tempts her so. The large inflated animals sway merrily in the breeze, and with the hustle and bustle of the environment around them, it almost looks as if they are dancing with excitement.
“Oh, aren’t they adorable? Would you like one, Sophie?” Mercedes claps her hands together, looking just as delighted as Sophie feels and soon, the trio of females is making their way through the surprisingly large crowd that has gathered for this lively gathering as a reprieve from the war.
“The fox,” Sophie pulls on Mercedes’ hand even more urgently the closer they get. “I want the fox, please, Auntie Mercie!”
“What about the cat, Sophie? That’s one is pretty cute.” Annette giggles. The red headed mage ducks and peers left and right at the variety of floating animals attached to the belt of the balloon vendor. There is already a gaggle of children forming around the man as he hands ribbons off to parents in exchange for gold, and although Sophie feels like she might burst if she has to wait any longer, she knows to wait her turn for the man to address her.
“Hello there, young miss. And what can I get for you today?” When the man finally turns his kind face towards her, Sophie cannot tear her eyes away from her goal. “Perhaps a bird? Or maybe a puppy?”
Sophie’s voice comes out breathy and excited. Reaching a hand up, she points eagerly, “the fox please. Can I have the fox?”
“Of course! Why don’t you reach out your hand for me and I’ll tie it to your wrist?”
Obediently, Sophie sticks out her left arm and watches, enraptured as the white ribbon loops delicately around her wrist, loose enough that she can slip her hand out if she really wanted to, but tight enough that the balloon will not fly away. Reaching into the small coin purse attached to her hip, Sophie carefully counts out the appropriate amount and hands them over.
“Thank you!” Sophie calls out after the vendor as Annette and Mercedes begin leading her away from the throng. It’s much too crowded now, but the little Fraldarius-Gautier cannot help but feel comforted by her floating guardian. Papa did always say that her Daddy was ‘sly as a fox’ after all, and it feels like her father is there with her when she sees it.
“Do you think Daddy will like it?” Sophie mumbles shyly when they’ve walked far enough that the screams of delighted children are nothing more than a whisper in the distance.
“I’m sure Sylvain will love it!” Mercedes says sweetly. The healer looks at Sophie with a mixed expression, almost like she is trying to solve a puzzle that she can’t quite figure out, before Annette interrupts her with a gasp.
“Mercie, there’s the sweets vendor that we’ve been looking for!”
Sweets? Sweets are good. That sounds like something Sophie is definitely interested in.
“Come on,” Annette urges. She grabs Mercedes by the hand and by extension, also Sophie, who is clutching onto her other one, and she drags them with haste towards a brightly colored stall laden with pastries and sweet treats of all kinds.
The saccharine smell wafting from the baked goods makes Sophie’s mouth water, but her eyes dart from one flamboyantly decorated cupcake to another, helplessly unable to pick a favourite.
“Hey! I remember you two!” The friendly looking lady behind the counter smiles as they approach. “You ladies came by my stall the last time I was in town, didn’t you?”
Annette flushes and nods. “The sweets were so good, we just had to make a return visit and pick up some more!” Despite her embarrassment, she is already reaching out to grab a fluffy looking cream pastry that looks more like a cloud than anything else.
“I’m so glad you like them, miss. Business has slowed down recently because of the war. Not much extra money to go towards frivolous things like sweets anymore, you know?” Sophie frowns. War? What war?  “Regular patrons like you are always appreciated.”
“Oh, and look at you, you sweet little thing,” Suddenly the attention is turned towards Sophie and any lingering confusion flies out the window. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Sophie!” With her fathers’ voices in the back of her head telling her to mind her manners, Sophie flashes her brightest smile and bobs gracefully into a quick curtsey. “It’s very nice to meet you. Your sweets look so yummy!”
“They’re the best in all of Fodlan, that’s for sure!” The kind looking lady proudly puffs her chest. “Have you ever tried some, little miss? Since it’s your first time, why don’t you go pick one and I’ll let you try it on the house.”
“Really?” Sophie’s eyes round with excitement. Daddy was right – being well mannered really does bring good things!
There are so many choices to choose from that it feels a little bit overwhelming, but eventually a beautiful deep red velvet cupcake topped with a mountain of chocolate frosting and a small candied cherry catches Sophie’s eye.
She likes cherries. She likes cupcakes. That’s two in one, isn’t it? It’s a perfect deal.
“Good choice, little miss. That’s our red velvet cupcake with black forest icing. It’s one of our more popular cakes; especially with the ladies.” The sweets lady holds out the cupcake to her and Sophie quickly lets go of Mercedes’ hand to receive it.
The monstrosity of a cupcake is so large that it takes Sophie both hands to hold it, taking great pains to not drop it nor smear any icing on her dress. She still remembers the scolding Papa had given her over the grass and mud stains in her dress a couple of weeks ago and is not eager to repeat that experience.
Above, her red fox sways gently to and fro, moving every time Sophie maneuvers her hands to nibble away at equal parts frosting and icing. She has long since tuned out from the conversation between the nice sweets lady and Mercedes and Annette, instead choosing to savor and enjoy her treat while it lasts.
Sophie is halfway done her cupcake when a raucous of children shrieking with delight steals her attention back in the direction of the balloon man. There, in the middle of a cluster of children stands a rather short and odd-looking man carting around a small trolley packed with stuffed animals, and at the very bottom, shoved against a dopey looking tiger and a rather ferocious lion is a black cat stuffy, complete with slitted golden eyes stitched painstakingly above some wiry whiskers and a kitten pout.
It’s the most wonderful stuffed kitty Sophie has ever seen. She has a present for Daddy, but what about Papa? Surely Papa would also like a gift – it’s only fair since Daddy gets one, right? Right. Her fathers had always taught her to treat everyone equally, and Sophie feels like that must include her family as well.
Annette and Mercedes are still engrossed in conversation with the Sweets Lady, but now their arms are full of bags laden with goodies they are no doubt brining back to the monastery. An itch like no other claws its way up Sophie’s chest and she really, really wants to ask for permission to go see the toy merchant, but she doesn’t want to interrupt what looks to be a very lively conversation.
One quick glance back makes the anxiousness double as the man begins to move towards an intersection across the courtyard from them. If he goes any further, he will turn the corner and Sophie will lose sight of him.
The gleeful squealing of laughter is getting farther and farther away now. She really should tell Mercedes and Annette where she is going, but she’s running out of time and Sophie will be absolutely heartbroken if her Papa is sad that he did not get a gift from her as well.
It will only be for a quick minute. She isn’t going very far. All she will do is go up to the merchant and buy the cat stuffy and return back to the sweets stall in no time at all.
Right?
.
.
.
In that split second, Sophie makes a decision.
She turns back towards the bustling market square and runs.
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I'm so sorry for the delay with this chapter! I wanted to post it during my xmas holidays but I got so caught up with other things (read: sleeping) that I didn't get any writing done at all. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Thank you again for being so patient with me and reading up until now. Things are about to get rocky so I hope you're all prepared.
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— good luck charm; oikawa tooru
⤷ july 20th; y/n feels insecure about her birthday gift for oikawa
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➳ pairing: oikawa x shyfemale!reader
➳ additional characters: mentions of iwaizumi
➳ genre: fluff
➳ word count: 1.5k
➳ warnings: none!
➳ written by: kiri ♡
— notes; happy birthday to the pretty gremlin himself oikawa tooru <33 ty to @sunshinesatori for being my beta for this !
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You push through the doors of Aoba Johsai, playing with the cuffs of your uniform sweater. The nerves were getting to you as you continued your way through the halls. Around you, you could hear the buzz and chatter amongst the student body. More specifically, the female student body. As you made your way through the halls, your ears caught the various conversations that were being shared.
“Hey hey, what did you end up getting for Oikawa-san?”
“Ah, I could never match the kind of gift his big fan club of his planned on giving. I just got a card for him.”
“Did you guys hear what Oikawa’s fan club got him?”
Rolling your eyes, you thought to yourself, ‘They probably got him some designer jacket again. Or maybe something even more grand.’ Sighing to yourself, you reach into your school bag to make sure that you remembered to pack the small mesh gift bag before you left your house. You felt the fabric and breathed a sigh of relief. However, a heavy thought weighed on your shoulders.
‘Would Tooru even like something like this?’
You and the pretty boy setter of Seijoh had been going out since the two of you met back in first year. At first you were confused as to why someone as good-looking and popular as the Oikawa Tooru was, to take an interest in you. You were the quiet, shy type who didn’t like having the spotlight placed on them. You preferred to stay in the crowd rather up front. Since you were the introvert you grew up to be, you hadn’t expected anyone to take an interest.
But that changed after one small encounter that led you to almost being hit in the face with a volleyball. You had been asked by one of the office attendants to hand some paperwork over to Nobuteru Irihata, the head coach for Seijoh’s volleyball club. Being the good and helpful student you were, you agreed and made your way over to the gym that the volleyball club used to practice. However, the moment you opened the gym doors, a volleyball went flying past you, nearly hitting your face. You stayed frozen in place as you tried to comprehend what was happening.
“Oi! You dumbass watch where you’re targeting those serves!” Iwaizumi Hajime yelled out.
Blinking a couple of times, your eyes landed on the coach and you quickly rushed over and handed him the paperwork before bowing and making your way out of the gym. Not even two seconds after you exited, a voice called out to you, “Wait one second!” You turned around to see Oikawa.
“Let me make it up to you,” he suggested.
“No please, you don’t have to,” you replied, your eyes widening.
Oikawa placed a hand on his hips, the other pinching the bridge between his nose. “No that’s not right. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t properly make it up to the cute girl I almost hit in the face with a ball?”
Even after insisting that he really didn’t have to do anything for you, you gave up, agreeing that the two of you would grab lunch — his treat. That same lunch, however, became lunches and dinners and all of a sudden Oikawa was asking you out as his girlfriend.
Though his fangirls and fan club wasn’t too keen on learning that their precious setter was now off the markets. You also were not used to the newfound spotlight placed on you, since becoming the girlfriend of a beloved volleyball player. But their jealousy and your shyness didn’t stop you from loving Oikawa.
“(Y/N)-chan!” you looked up to see your boyfriend walking towards you with Iwaizumi next to him. You smiled at the two and was about to take a step forward towards them, when a bunch of girls rushed past you, running up to Oikawa. The hallways started to become louder as the girls tried to talk over each other.
“Oikawa-kun! Happy birthday!”
“Oikawa-san, I hope you like this gift!”
“We got you this Oikawa-san. Happy birthday!”
You start to see the various gifts that the other girls got him, and you start to feel insecure and unsure about your own gift. The gifts that his fans got him consisted of cards, chocolate, flowers and even stuffed animals. You bite the bottom of your lip, thinking too hard about how your gift would stand out from the rest. ‘It’s nothing compared to these gifts.’
You spoke too soon it seemed, as Oikawa’s fan club in the school — that consisted of mainly the richer girls — made their way through the crowd. The girl at the front of the crowd, who you guessed to be the leader, was carrying a large bag in front of her. “Oikawa-kun! Happy birthday!” she cheered, handing the bag to him. Oikawa opened the bag to pull out a jacket with Seijoh’s colours. The back of the jacket had his last name embroidered, along with his jersey number.
“The girls and I had it customized made in Italy,” she boasted. Everyone stared in awe at the jacket.
You however, turned around and started to walk off when the Oikawa’s fan club leader called in a shrill voice, “(Y/N)-san! What did you end up giving Oikawa-kun for his birthday?”
You bit your lip at the sudden call out. Standing still, and not turning around, the same girl said, “Oh no, did you forget to get Oikawa-kun a gift, (Y/N)-san?”
You turned your head around, “A-Ah, I’m sorry Tooru-kun,” you smiled sheepishly. “It turns out I forgot to grab your gift before coming to school.”
The girls around you started to whisper and sneer at you the moment you said those words.
“Ara, ara,” the leader of Oikawa’s fanclub said, stepping out. “How could you, Oikawa-san’s own girlfriend forget her birthday gift for her boyfriend.”
Her words started to cause the other girls to whisper at each other. You started to feel uncomfortable under everyone’s stares and their soft murmurs to one another. You gave a glance to Oikawa, who showed no emotion on his face, before excusing yourself and running off.
“Wait! (Y/N)-chan!” you heard Oikawa call out your name, but you didn’t turn around.
Not realizing that you ran off mindlessly, you looked around and noticed that you went up to the rooftop of the school. Catching your breath, you didn’t hear the rooftop doors opening. Flinching at the sudden pressure on your shoulder, you look over to see your boyfriend standing beside you.
“Tooru?” you give him a questioning look, “What are you doing here?”
‘“I’m here to get the gift that you got for me.” he gave you his award-winning smile.
“Didn’t I tell you downstairs?” you look off to the side, “I forgot your gift at home.”
“You’re a terrible liar (Y/N)-chan,” he winked at you. “Can I please see the gift you got for me?”
Unable to resist Oikawa when he uses his pleading voice, you sighed and reached into your school bag and lifted out the small mesh bag that held his gift you planned for him. Reaching out your hand, you offered the gift to Oikawa, avoiding his gaze. Oikawa opened the small bag and took out the anklet you had put together for him. The anklet was made out of thread rather than a metal material, and consisted of Seijoh’s school colours, as well as your favourite colour.
“I-It’s not much, but I wanted to get you something that came from my heart,” you looked down at your feet, your fingers playing with each other. “I know you’re not allowed to wear any jewelry during games, but I thought that this anklet would’ve been perfect. You can wear it under your socks, and the thread makes it feel as if it’s not there.”
Oikawa stared at the anklet you made, not saying a word.
“I also have a matching one but as a bracelet..” you whispered. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I wanted to get you a good luck charm for all the games you played, but none of the ones I saw at the store caught my eye.”
“I love it.” he muttered.
“Eh?” you look up at Oikawa.
“I love it!” Oikawa exclaimed, as he gave you an eyed-smile. “Now I have two good luck charms (Y/N)-chan~”
“Eh? What do you mean by two?”
Oikawa chuckled and said, “Well I have this anklet that you made for me,” he moved over to you and lifted your body up in his arms to spin you, “And you’ve always been my good luck charm my beautiful girlfriend!”
“Tooru! You’re such a dork!”
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[Oikawa after you ran off]
“I appreciate the gift you all got me,” Oikawa started off, “But I don’t wanna accept anything from those who hurt the ones I love.”
His usual smiling face dropped into a death glare that shuddered the girls around him.
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