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running-with-kn1ves · 3 months

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Can we get part 3 of CEOx reader? That story is so good‼️‼️

A/N: had a lot of reqs for Edira which really surprised me! Here's a short thang for her <3

CW: Toxic forced relationship, power imbalance, burns via coffee, blackmail and possessive behavior.

Synopsis: your boss-slash-lover-slash-blackmailer returns from a business trip acting more off-putting than usual. Comfort angst ensues.

The humdrum of life can drone on quite monotonously, with the same routine and the same budget and the same people always surrounding you. Lucky for you, the moment you started feeling an inkling of typicality, of normalcy in your stressed and starved life, something swung in through the window and began breaking every peace of solitude and calmness you had established. Fate, or otherwise established as Edira-- you're melogomanic, secretly needy and outwardly aloofly intimidating girlfriend-- snatched away the livelihood you once knew as that of the common fool.

It was first her schemes in pretending to play “date”, and then her idea to move in together. You, an office worker with the resolve of a clownfish, were now put into close proximity with her 24/7. From a tense and barking boss at work, to a wordless romantic in her luxury minimalist penthouse, the struggle to keep up with the sudden workload of being her assistant and her stress-relief of a partner was almost too much to manage. Coffee, kisses, shoulder massages, copied papers of last month’s expenditures. The work didn’t end, and if it did, something was wrong.

Today, you had finally gotten a morning alone without the battering Edira suffocating you awake with blonde bed hair and slightly conscious nips at your shoulder. She had been away at a work conference with the heads of smaller company branches. You would have been brought along with, if Edira didn’t fear so much for the collapse of her corporate tower without one of you manding the deck. So you stayed, one night of freedom, one morning of peace.

You expected her to be gone for the rest of the day, coming back mid-afternoon like she had said, returning to the apartment to unpack her small gatherings. However, your opening of her opaque office door this morning left that reality checked.

“Edira?” You choked, holding a half-empty cup of coffee. You swallowed down your surprise, hoping she didn’t hear the small disappointment at the end of your tone.

“Yes?” She sighed, sounding…off. She usually had a wild rant to get off her chest when she was away, every person in the city managing to piss her off or step on her toes.

“I thought you’d be at the apartment.” You shut the door behind you, taking in the mess of paperwork all over her desk. Yikes, she was going to need more than a drink to de-stress her tonight. “Remember, I told you I had things handled here.”

You walked to her office chairs, ones that were hardly ever used unless for soon-to-be-fired employees. Or in your case, to be straddled, or do the straddling in.

You were about to sit, putting your coffee mug down. But Edira rose as soon as the glass cup reached her dark cherrywood desk, pushing past her swiveling chair, brushing hair out of her face as she naturally stomped away. Her heels made a certain muffled thump that you had learned to predict, the kind that you could hear from across the hall and gain a spike in your heart from. She opened her office door with a ripping harshness that made you think she'd start chasing someone down. You swiftly followed after her down the hall to the front of the rows of cubicles her underlings made their homes in.

You were practically jogging to catch up to her, making it all the more startling when she made a sudden stop at where she usually addressed the office team. Your face hit the back of her smooth linen blazer, hot coffee spraying down your arms and onto your chest. Having held your sizzling mug out in front of you to avoid spilling, you didn’t foresee such a violent halt throwing you off balance, the mug falling from your hands to ‘clink clink’ onto the rug.

“Please don’t break---” You whispered before it had dropped, missing the flying coffee stinging your chest and fingers. Cleaning up glass off the office rug would be an experience of shame you didn't want to face. Your mind worried about another one of Edira’s chastisements for this mistake, now that her sour mood was deepened more than usual.

The commotion and noise of your spill stopped Edira in her stomping tracks, turning to look back at you for the first time. She saw your baby blue blouse doused in brown, your fingers shaking as you bent down to pick up the empty mug.

You started to feel the burning, like ant bites covering everywhere but weren’t able to be rubbed off. You tried to stop the stinging on your fingers by rubbing it against your pants, but your chest was burning hot.

“What did you do?” Edira asked, the room going silent. Your coworkers winced at the sight of you, the others holding their breaths with wide eyes and wondering what the Queen of Chaos was going to yell at you for now. As if they weren’t all held to ridiculous standards, hers for you were impossibly high, and it showed in more places than just your shared cold penthouse.

“Just spilled…” You mumbled, wondering how you were ever going to get this dark stain out of the polyester covering the floor. It was already drying, not much stickier than the rest of you. You stayed on the ground, trying to rub it out with your sleeve. It was getting cold and fast; you didn’t have one of those wet vacuums, paper towels wouldn’t soak up all that had been embellished into the rug by now. Were you going to spend another night in the office? Paperwork, coffee-- your only friends, and this spilled disaster the only thing you’d see until the sun. The silent creaks of swivel chairs and a dropped pencil didn’t distract from the eyes on you, Edira still looming over as she watched your sleeves turn a dirty brown. “Won’t come out…”

The tears came before you could stop them, mouth forming a permanent frown as your nose scrunched. ‘Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry--’

“Get up.” Edira was down next to you, a knee and a heel blocking your view as she held her hand out to you. She didn’t sound pissed, like before. Or even more so like you had expected because of this fiasco.

“But the rug--”

“I’m not going to let you stay huddled on this floor..-- what are you looking at, get back to work!”

You felt her manicured fingers place onto your shoulder, the other hand jabbing a finger at one of her underlings.

You did as she said, looking at the spill as your knees quaked to get up.

“You’re a mess, look at your neck,” She turned your ashamed head, your eyes never leaving the floor. “This might be worth a hospital trip.” She mumbled, sounding more caring than you had ever heard her once before.

Man. your first night alone, first morning of peace, and you managed to make a fool of yourself. Edira pulled your elbow, keeping you close as you slowly walked with her back to her office. The trickle of keyboard typing came back as natural as birds singing at dawn, a phone ringing with desperate need as someone came walking by you.

You kept your eyes down; the burning on your collar and fingers now a buzzing numbness. Edira opened the opaque door with her name in golden, ushering you inside with a firm hand on your back. You dragged your feet coming in, wondering if maybe now you could cry.

Edira shut the door as soon as you were far enough in, barely missing you by a hair.

“Guess this is what happens when I'm gone for too long, hm. You turn into jello, unable to hold a cup?” She sighed, having to pull your arm to shove you next to one of the chairs in front of her desk.

“..Sorry…” You mumbled, but you couldn’t really care less, numbing yourself to the beratement that was only a mere few seconds away.

That feeling to cry subsided, but a heavy weight filled your chest, and now you just wanted the day to be over. But it was only 9:55, an hour not yet having even gone by. How were you going to sit here like this? If Edira had any ounce of the “love” she swore to the media she had for you, or even an inch of sympathy, maybe she’d spare you the echoing shouts your coworkers often heard for mistakes like this.

But she ignored your sad apology.

“Here, let's get you cleaned up,” She murmured to you, like a wild beast with her hands out in front of her. She slowly placed them on your shoulders, making you sit on the edge of her desk. “Get out of these dirty clothes; at least this is an excuse to see your body after a day of solitude. Only had scruffy faces and wrinkles to look at lately.” She tried to joke, scoffing at her own words as she watched you frown.

She was more silent than you had expected, angry aura not seeping out of her like when she usually attempted to hide it.

“...Aren’t you gonna get mad?” You fiddled with your dirty shirt hem, your ironed collar falling off to your shoulders as the buttons Edira undid came to an end; with the last piece she unbuttoned, you were practically naked --save for your pants-- in her office.

The only thing that could make this day worse is if someone walked in.

“Please don’t wait for my sake, I don't think i’ll be able to take it later.”

You just wanted to hear her complain, hear her say how much of a fuckup you were and then have her avoid talking to you for the rest of the day.

“I’m not that mad..” She said, a warm, white washcloth rubbing at your forearm. When did she get that? While you were moping?

The flesh of your wounds was darker, stinging each time the rough cloth rubbed against it. “It was an accident. Besides, it was probably my fault.”

Wait. Did she really just say that?

You wanted her to say it again, to finish it off even with an “i’m sorry I made your life this way,” but anything of that sort was not even close to being on the table.

You hesitantly kept your accusatory thoughts at bay. “Why do you say that?”

Edira sighed, turning over your half-clean arms. “Because, I was being a bitch. acting all pissed off and making you walk on your tippy toes around me. If you haven’t figured it out already, the meeting in Portland didn’t go well. At all.”

Wow. Did she really call herself a bitch? You knew today was not going like how you expected, but this was a different kind of a surprise.

“I don’t feel bad about you not calling me at all last night, though. You know better than that.”

You felt her lean in close to your ear, breasts pulled tight in her office shirt that was pressed against you.

“Gonna have to make it up to me tonight…. I missed that pretty little mouth of yours more than I thought I would.”

You looked down at her, Edira’s face lower than yours and dangerously close to your naked, burned chest. Through blonde lashes she looked at you, tongue at the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t say that, unless you mean it. I’m just a ploy to you.” You said bitterly.

Her pinkish tongue came to perk between soft lips, devilishly teasing the hot spot on your skin. You winced a tad when she poked it with her tongue, only to run it up the coffee-covered spot to your shoulder.

“What do I have to do to make you believe it, pet?”

One hand pressed into your thigh with the rag, the other holding your neck as she cleaned you.

A strong ‘hmph’ left her ajar lips, French tips undoing the top of her blouse.

“What are you doing?” putting a hand to her collar you looked at her, bewildered.

“What? We don't have the floor meeting for another hour..” she undid the top buttons despite your hand on her breast, feeling the lacey bra underneath. “Never taken you in my office before.. sounds like fun.”

“But, wait, my--ive got like, first degree burns--” You tried to push your knees together, keeping her at a distance as you sat on the dark desk. It was surprisingly clean, a neat stack of papers on the opposite end with her laptop sitting perfectly on top; this wasn't how it looked when you first got in here. “Don't tell me you were planning this.”

Your boss's hands entrapped your sides, her knee coming up against the desk. She was cornering you, making you scoot farther onto the cherrywood with a vicious look In her eyes.

“You know me, I'll be as gentle… as I can, sweetling.” Her fine teeth nipped at your ear, running past it to press soft kisses to your hot skin. She ran a hand down your bare back, sending prickled shivers just to set you on edge.

“Just stay quiet, baby. Can't let them hear you,” she tiptoed delicate fingers down to your navel, past your belly button to your lower abdomen. “unless you want them to.”

You shoved at her for a moment, Scooting directly down the desk to escape her; Edira merely stared back through her dark, deep eyes. With an anticipating lick of her upper lip, she pounced.

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ultrone · 1 month

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just saw your hcs about fuckgirl!nat and they were so good that got me thinking... what if she fell in love with reader? how would nat convince R that she wants more than a few nights together?

⨳﹙❤️‍🩹 ♰﹚fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

omgg i love this thought <33 — context

at first, she'd ignore it, avoiding thinking about it altogether. she liked doing her own thing, so admitting her feelings, even to herself, wasn't her style. deep down, though, she knew. but whether she admitted it to herself or not, you didn't pay much mind, since she kept her cool as always.

then, a conflict started brewing inside her. on one side, she craved a real connection with you, but on the other, she preferred independence and shied away from commitment. sometimes, she'd ponder over it while watching you sleep peacefully beside her. but once she left your dorm, she'd throw herself into other things to keep her mind off it.

but gradually, she began showing her feelings through actions instead of words, even if she didn't intend to.

the first thing that gave it away was that she didn't call it quits with you after the two weeks mark. she brushed it off, saying she just really enjoyed being with you—sexually, of course. but who was she kidding? she didn't even last a week with the hottest girl on the hockey team.

around the third week, she started sleeping in. that was unusual for her; she usually slipped out before her fling woke up, or at least tried to. but now, she lingered, whether it was staying in bed longer or sitting by your window to smoke. whenever you woke up, she was there.

she cared about her self-image, though, so she tried not to do anything that seemed inconsistent with her usual behaviour. so even though she was doing these things, she'd play it off like, "my roommate’s being annoying these days. don’t feel like heading back if that's cool with you lol," and then end up staying over the entire week 😭

at first, whenever she noticed you were awake, she'd just leave without much conversation. but as time went on, you two started talking. it began with small talk, but then turned into long conversations. slowly, she started opening up to you, sharing things she hadn't with any of her previous flings. they weren't too personal, just stuff like her favourite songs, opinions on certain topics, even her favourite disney princess—yeah, she has one. it might've seemed trivial, but it meant something.

but alongside this, she started sending you mixed signals; sometimes she'd be affectionate and intimate, but then she'd pull away and act distant. the more she shared with you and the closer you got, the more distant she became at times. once, she didn't even come over for a whole week.

naturally, you started to worry because now you felt closer to her than ever before.

“it’s not that deep bruh, i’m just busy with homework. don’t feel like screwing tonight anyway,” she’d say. and her words stung, because you didn't see her as just a fling anymore. but maybe you misjudged her, and the rumours were true. maybe she really didn't give a shit.

so, of course, you started pulling away too. even when she tried reaching out and acting like she hadn't been a jerk, you kept your distance. you ignored her texts and calls, locked your door at night, and avoided her on campus.

eventually, she got the message and left you alone, moving on to the next person.

nat never admitted it, but after things ended between you two, she hardly felt satisfied with anyone else. she'd pretend she was, but truth be told, whenever she closed her eyes, she'd think of you. the sounds you made, the way your skin felt against hers, your hitched breaths against her ear—it was only when she thought of you that she'd climax.

she’d also remember those mornings you spent together, her fingers through your hair while you slept, stopping as soon as she felt you stir.

though there was still no contact, you couldn't help but notice her from afar. catching her staring at you often, she'd quickly look away, but it happened too frequently to be coincidental. it happened in the cafeteria, the locker room, even the library—what was she doing there anyway? she didn't even study.

it wasn't until some other girl got overly touchy and flirty with you at a party that nat finally reached out.

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natalie, nursing a cheap beer in her hand, watched with silent fury as the girl wrapped her arms around you. she cursed to herself, taking a swig of her drink to calm her nerves. it was ridiculous how possessive she felt. she knew she had no right to feel jealous since she'd never even made her thoughts known to you, but there it was–jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. angry at herself, natalie pushed through the crowd, stepping between the two of you.

"excuse me," she interrupted the interaction, the other girl stepping back in surprise. her voice held a dangerous undertone, the mocking tone replaced by a sharp edge. "she’s with me."

with a forceful grip on your arm, natalie pulled you aside, leading you towards the balcony. the cool air outside felt refreshing in comparison to the warm, stuffy atmosphere indoors. she pushed you up against the railings with little effort, standing so close that her body almost brushed up against yours. her breath hung heavy in the still air, her grip tight around your arm.

“so,” she said, her tone soft yet menacing at the same time. “are you with her?”

"so?" you retorted defiantly. "why do you even care?" your words sounded harsher than intended, but you were growing annoyed. she had ignored you and now acted possessive? no fucking way.

her grip tightened around your arm, the change of tone in her voice making her serious. "don't play dumb," she said forcefully. "just answer the question."

"i'm not playing dumb, and screw you," you said angrily, moving your hand away from her grip and pushing her away. "you treated me like shit and then acted like nothing happened, and now you're being all territorial?" you asked incredulously. "what's your fucking problem? do you have any idea how much pain you put me through when you ghosted me?"

she stepped back, surprised by your sharp words. for a few moments, she stood still, seemingly stunned by your response. her face remained expressionless, but from the quick way her gaze darted to the ground, she appeared to be caught off guard. eventually, she straightened up, a bit of coldness settling in her demeanor.

"my problem?" she replied. “you’re my fucking problem!”

"why the fuck would i be the problem?" you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

"why would you be the problem?" natalie echoed, her voice tinged with frustration. "because every damn time i try to move on, i see you everywhere. i hear you and think of those days we spent together. every time i try to just go and be with someone else, i’m always thinking of you instead."

you stood there, taken aback by natalie's raw confession. her words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. "shit, natalie," you said, your voice softer now, your anger dissipating into a mix of frustration and empathy. "why didn't you say something? we could have talked about this."

"i couldn't," she admitted frankly, her expression softening slightly. a brief silence followed, the sound of traffic below filling the air. "i was scared," she confessed. "i've never felt this way about anyone. and you know my reputation, i don't exactly fit the 'girlfriend material' mold," she added with an ironic chuckle.

"so, i stayed away," she went on. "i convinced myself i could just stick to the usual. have a fling, move on, forget. but it never worked." there was another pause, this one lasting longer than it should. the atmosphere between you grew heavy, almost like a weight pressing down. "i’ve been trying to move on from you for so long," she confessed, "but no matter how many other people i tried to be with, no one ever measured up. nothing felt the same."

"the way i could just watch you for hours as you slept beside me, the way i always looked forward to sneaking into your dorm at night, the way my hands trembled when you touched me, or the way my heart raced every time i thought about you..."

she had to pause to gather herself, her voice starting to crack and falter as she continued. "i was scared to feel that, so i avoided it."

a heavy silence hung in the air as nat took a deep breath, finally calming down.

"then i realized," she continued, a newfound seriousness in her voice. "that no matter how many shitty one-night stands i had, no matter how many random people i tried to distract myself with, none of it mattered. i would always come back to you, to those feelings that i've tried my damn hardest to run away from."

she stepped closer, her voice lowering to a barely audible whisper.

“but now, i'm willing to put all that aside, because i know what i want."

as nat finished speaking, her words hanging in the charged air between you, she closed the distance between you with a determined step. without hesitation, she reached up, gently cupped your face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against yours. the kiss was tender yet full of the intensity of her emotions, conveying everything she couldn't put into words. you couldn’t resist returning the kiss, missing the familiar taste of her lips, like cheap beer and cigarettes. as she pulled you closer by the waist, you wrapped your arms around her neck.

"i want you," she continued after breaking the kiss, her voice firmer and more certain. "i want to be with you. i know i haven't treated you fairly, i know i've made a lot of mistakes, but i promise i'm willing to change all that."

you looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but found none. “if you ever hurt me, i swear i’ll fucking kill you, natalie,” you said seriously. "i'm not just a toy for you to play with, do you understand?"

"i'm never going to hurt you," she replied softly, her hands still gently caressing your waist. "i know i've been a jerk, i know i've been distant, but trust me, i'm not going to do that again. not when you mean this much to me," she said sincerely.

"you mean it?" you asked, feeling the tension in your chest release as you saw the honesty in her eyes. "you're not going to disappear like you did last time?"

"i promise i will never break your trust again," she said solemnly. this time, her words sounded more genuine, as if she believed them herself. she tightened her grip on your waist and continued, "from now on, i’ll always be upfront with you, no matter how messy or hard it gets. i won't give you any more mixed signals."

“well, looks like i’ve gotta believe you now,” you said, suppressing a smile. “i'm ready to trust you again; let's just hope it works out this time.”

the two of you stood in silence for a while, soaking in the moment and each other's presence. you couldn't help but notice the faint smile on natalie's face, as if she was just as relieved as you were to be together again. then, she finally broke the silence.

"so, does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?" she asked, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“all yours,” you replied, pulling her into a deep kiss, which she eagerly returned.

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sashaisready · 5 months

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Chapter Fourteen - A new development

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: Near car/pedestrian collision, angst! Bucky still being terrible, but don't worry - a taste of his own medicine is teased in this chapter..

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 15

Series Masterlist

It had been nearly a week and you hadn't heard anything from Bucky since That Morning. You had replayed the events over and over in your head but you still didn't know what you'd done wrong, how you'd gone from falling asleep in Bucky's arms with his tender whispers in your ear...to being unceremoniously barged out of his house with the offer of fifty dollars for your trouble. Your best bet was that he wanted to sleep with you after all your back and forth over the last few months, and now he'd achieved that, the mask had slipped and he had no reason to play nice. Another notch in his bedpost. Another item off his to do list.

You knew at the time you should've asked him outright what exactly had changed, but you were hurt and embarrassed, and you lashed out in anger like you always did. And you didn't want him to think you were weak and pining over him.

Wanda had been shocked by the evening's sharp left turn after she'd gone home. You had caught her up in the bakery and she was disgusted by Bucky's actions. She had stood there angrily frosting a birthday cake while you recounted what happened, uttering a series of curses under her breath in response. Some were in Sokovian – you didn't know what she said but could tell they were bad.

You were hurt. You knew sleeping with someone didn't mean you were exclusive or they owed you anything, but you expected a bit more kindness and respect – especially from someone you had got to know quite well over the last few months.

But maybe that was your own naivete, you knew what Bucky did for a living – it wasn't a stretch to imagine that he would be just as cold in his personal life too.

It was a relatively quiet morning in the bakery when the bell went. You looked up smiling ready to greet the customer when you felt a wave of nausea hit you as you saw who it was.

Bucky walked in...with a beautiful blonde woman on his arm. She was stunning. Of course she was. She smiled at you sweetly and you managed a small one back at her before your eyes flicked over to Bucky.

He was stoic, unreadable. You glared at him, doing your best to convey your anger to him without completely losing it. He gave you a smirk in return.

Asshole.

Bucky knew this was a risky game. He hadn't spoken to you since you stormed out of his home and he missed you. He didn't know what to say, how to make it right. He knew he should stay away, he'd tried, he knew that you were too good for him – but he couldn't resist. You were like a magnet he couldn't avoid. He knew you were angry and he wanted to apologise but his pride was getting in the way.

He had drafted countless texts but sent none of them, he frequently brought your name up in his contacts and tried to summon the courage to press the call button. He wanted to go back to how it was before, teasing each other, bantering and besting one another. He thought if he could bait you into an argument then he could draw you out again, rile you up and see that electricity in your eyes he loved so much.

And what better bait was there than another woman?

You cleared your throat and greeted them sweetly. "Hi, welcome to Pepper's Bakery. How can I help you today?"

Thankfully your voice betrayed none of your true feelings. That was years of customer service experience paying off.

"Oohh..." said the blonde. "I mean it all looks so good but I'm on a diet right now and shouldn't be eating sweets...I'm sorry, I'm probably the last person you want in your store!" she giggled.

You had no interest in being cold to the woman, no interest in punishing her because of Bucky's childish little games. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she seemed nice enough. No, there was only one person to be angry at here.

"Well if you're ever in the neighbourhood and having a cheat day you're always welcome here" you told her warmly.

She smiled back at you and nodded encouragingly as she looked over at the display cases. Over her shoulder you looked at Bucky. You kept your face frozen, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting worked up, but your eyes made it clear you were unimpressed.

"I'll take a couple of danishes, and a cannoli" he told you gruffly.

Prick. And what ever happened to 'please'?

Your hands began to build the pink box on autopilot and you wordlessly packed his order.

Bucky frowned. He was hoping for fireworks, to push you that little bit further and ignite that anger within you, resulting in his favourite back and forth. He wanted to see the fire from you which always sent a quiet thrill through his belly.

But no. Nothing.

Your face was neutral, there was no fight in you. No appetite to go toe to toe with him.

He realised suddenly that he had gone too far. You weren't angry. You were hurt.

His eyes searched yours as you pushed the box over the counter at him and he pulled out his wallet. He was almost trying to communicate with you telepathically, telling you his true feelings and that you were all he thought about. You only stared back at him defiantly, eyes narrowing as you handed him the card reader. Your mouth was a thin line of disappointment.

He tried to smirk to see if that would light the fuse for the reaction he so desperately sought but you merely dropped his gaze.

He pulled a hundred dollar bill out and slid it across to you but you grabbed it from him, crumpled it into a ball with your fist and flung it back at him. He flinched as it struck his chest, then swept it back into his wallet.

"That won't be necessary" you said coldly, eyes burning into him again.

He tried to say something but you cut him off.

"Thanks for your custom Mr Barnes" you deadpanned, making it clear that this interaction was over.

"And lovely to meet you" you said to his companion in a kinder tone.

She earnestly grinned back at you. "I'm Allegra by the way".

Allegra then gushed about how lovely the shop was, peacefully oblivious to the tension in the room.

Wanda watched nervously from her side of the store as the scene unfolded, examining your face. She knew you were hanging on by a thread.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but closed it again quickly. He wanted to apologise, to take it all back. He thought about how you felt in his arms. How your moans had sounded in his ear. How thrilled he'd been to finally get to that point with you...and now he'd ruined it. Ruined everything. Destroyed the foundations of everything he'd built with you. Guilt and shame overwhelmed him but he still wore his stoic mask.

You just continued to glare at him as Allegra spoke, your brow furrowed. You felt nausea rising up inside you once more. His eyes looked different now to the smugness they'd reflected when he walked in. Was there...regret in there? Surely not. He was probably relishing your humiliation.

Allegra hooked her arm with Bucky's and guided him to the exit as she shot you a cheerful goodbye. Bucky followed meekly, watching you intently over his shoulder as he left the store. His eyes were on you for as long as possible until he disappeared out of view.

You waited a moment before your knees finally buckled and you crashed onto the counter as the tears finally broke the dam and began to fall. Wanda was on you in an instant, her arms wrapped around your torso as she nuzzled her head into your back, quietly soothing you.

You were feeling a little more together when you closed up, locking the doors and stepping out onto the street. You had cried a bit in front of Wanda, embarrassed for her to witness your vulnerability but grateful for her comfort. She had asked if she could do a spell to punish Bucky which cheered you up, but you declined, insisting she shouldn't waste her precious energy on such unimportant subjects. You had managed to power through the rest of the day, throwing yourself into work and distracting yourself with customers as the clock finally rolled around to closing time.

Your tears had dried but you still felt awful. Embarrassed. Hurt. You didn't expect to marry Bucky after your night together and you knew that neither of you had made any commitments to one another. Still, cancelling your date and rubbing another woman in your face at your workplace was uniquely cruel. You felt stupid for allowing yourself to get caught up, to have feelings for him, for entertaining the idea that he might like you too. It was clear now that you were nothing but a plaything to him. A toy to wind up and watch it go. Something to amuse him, a way to blow off steam between whatever hideous mob business he was getting up to in his 9-5.

You understood now.

And that Allegra woman he was with - she was the type of girl he wanted on his arm. Tall, willowy, beautiful. The type of woman who looked like she'd stepped off a fashion magazine. A walking Instagram filter. Not you, who was pleasant enough to look at and fun for a quick fuck, but not someone you want to show off - not beautiful. How stupid you were.

You were lost in your thoughts as you wandered towards home. But not so oblivious as to miss the black SUV parked across the street, as subtle as a pink sock in a drawer of white ones. You waved mockingly at it and it slowly rolled around the corner out of view, but you could still glimpse the back of it if you squinted. You knew he wasn't in it as he would've made an appearance by now. Just his goons inside, most likely. Was it not enough that he'd humiliated you, he had his little lemmings following you again??

Your hurt began to mutate into anger as all of your emotions twisted and fizzed within you. All of the fury and outrage you felt towards Bucky was now channelled like a laser beam onto this stupid car. You let your rage lead the way as you stormed towards it, determined to give the occupants a piece of your mind regardless of how big or terrifying they might be.

Any common sense evaporated as you marched into the street in pursuit of the SUV. In fact, you were so single minded that you didn't even notice the yellow taxi speeding towards you until you heard the screech of brakes and tyres squealing on asphalt. You turned at the last second and caught a glimpse of the driver's panicked eyes before you realised it was about to hit you, and it was too late for you to move...

You squeezed your eyes shut and braced for impact as a forceful pressure wrapped itself around your torso and yanked you onto the sidewalk. Suddenly you were on the ground, trembling as you realised you were looking at the sky - wondering where the car had hit you. You thought it would hurt more than this, was it a bad sign that it didn't hurt? Oh god, were you paralysed and that's why it didn't hurt?! Wait...something else had hit you...

A handsome man with sandy brown hair popped into your view, his forest green eyes filled with concern as he watched you carefully. You glanced at him, realising you were laying on your back in the street.

"You all good? That was a close one huh??" he said. His voice was friendly, warm.

He turned to the cab driver who had parked up and was watching you just as nervously.

"She just came outta nowhere...I tried to stop but...I mean if you hadn't been there..."

"It's alright" said the green eyed man calmly, cutting him off. "She's fine, she just had a shock. Don't worry, I'll make sure she's okay".

The cab driver muttered angrily as he stepped back into his car and pulled away.

"Do you think you can sit up?" asked the green eyed man.

A few passers-by were watching with morbid curiosity. The man extended his hand to you and you took it gingerly, pushing yourself up as he pulled you upright so you were sitting up on your knees. You blinked, looking down at yourself to check you were still in one piece. You certainly seemed to be. Just slightly winded by how you hit the sidewalk.

"I'm okay" you said nervously as you wiggled your fingers and toes to check for any pain.

"Oh good, phew".

He sounded genuinely relieved. And kind.

"Did you...save me?" you asked with trepidation.

He smiled. "Saving is a bit of a strong word but right place right time I guess" he grinned. "I'm just sorry you had to eat sidewalk in the process".

You felt yourself soften at his caring smile, all of your anger and upset about Bucky suddenly gone. He seemed...nice. Really nice.

"Thank you. Really, thank you" you smiled bashfully as you stood up, brushing yourself down. "If you hadn't been there..."

You trailed off as you looked him up and down. He was dressed casually in a red leather jacket and dark jeans. A far cry from Bucky's expensive tailored suits. You could tell he was in good shape though, sturdy and strong. Handsome...

"I'm Peter" he said happily as he extended a hand to shake. "Peter Quill".

You took his hand and shook it shyly, giving him your own name in return.

"Of course you have a beautiful name too, why I am not surprised?" he said.

You blushed at the compliment, visibly taken aback by his forwardness. You weren't used to men picking you up so openly. It was a refreshing contrast to Bucky's little games – not having to wade through words and implications and figure out what exactly was meant.

He screwed his face up in embarrassment. "Oh God. I'm sorry. That was cheesy..." he said, his voice pained.

You chuckled, feeling yourself smile widely for the first time all day. "Actually it was very sweet" you countered.

He grinned at you, his eyes drifting over your dungarees. You felt a bit underdressed in your work attire, covered in flour and icing stains, suddenly wishing you were a bit more presentable.

"I like your overalls" he said.

"Thanks" you replied, fingers pawing nervously at the buckles.

"I work at Pepper's Bakery down the street. Although I did realise earlier I'm wearing a yellow t-shirt with them today so I look a bit like a Minion..." you joked.

Peter's eyes widened with amusement. "Oh my god...you kinda do..." he spluttered.

You laugh uproariously. "You're not supposed to agree??" you snap incredulously.

"I'm sorry but it's true. But the minions are super cute right? So you fit right in..."

He shot you a wink and you felt a surge of warmth in your stomach. This was exactly the balm you needed after a horrible day.

"Pepper's huh? Love that place" he grinned.

You light up at that. "You do?? Oh that's great to hear. Yeah it's a nice place to work".

He nodded earnestly. "Best danishes in the city, in my humble view".

"I'll have to save you a few when you next come by. Y'know, least I can do for saving my life and all". The words seductively roll off your tongue before you even realise it.

You stop dead, wondering if you've been too forward with him. Bucky had really thrown you for a loop when it came to interacting with men. But Peter's grin just grew wider and he leaned in closer, his face near yours.

"And tell me...do you get much downtime? Time away from the bakery? Or is it all work and no play?"

His voice had dropped an octave as he moved in and his eyes locked onto yours. You find yourself instinctively leaning towards him too as your heart beats heavily in your chest. You're so close you could almost...kiss him.

"I do work shifts so my days off can be different. But I always have at least two off a week" you smile.

"Oh that's good, so a lotta free time to spend with your boyfriend then?" he asks coyly.

You giggle and your face flushes at yet another direct question. "No boyfriend, currently..."

Absolutely no-one, actually.

He nods again. "So, hypothetically...if I were to ask you out...you'd be able to meet me for dinner one evening?"

"Absolutely, hypothetically. But maybe we should stay away from cabs" you quip.

He laughed. "Sure. But I may need some pointers on where to go as I have no idea what minions eat..."

You exchange smiles as he passes his phone to you to add your number, which you give him gladly. You chat for a bit longer and suddenly Bucky feels like a distant memory. You've even completely forgotten the reason for your impulsive stroll into traffic.

As you say goodbye to Peter and practically skip home with glee, the SUV emerges from its poor hiding spot and follows you from a safe distance. In the passenger seat Clint pulls out his cell, hitting the first number on his speed dial.

"Boss...uh, a new development for you..."

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

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nakajisaeko · 10 months

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Monster Headcanons ~ If They Were Sick Pt. 1

No one is really interested in this series, but I just had a scenario come to mind...what if the characters were sick? I will say I was inspired by most headcanons on here, & there is a specific one that I will add on the end because of writing space. Because I think its a big finale~ This is also not unrealistic, but some may be, so just point it out. Anyways, begin~

🩺 Kenzo Tenma:

He really liked to eat & drink your rice soup & tea. He even joked that he would deliberately become sick just to eat it, it was that good.

He loved when you played with his hair as he dozed off onto your lap while watching movies. It was his most favorite thing that you did when he was sick.

He likes it when you give him small kisses on his forehead or cheek, he even said they have a "magic touch".

If the TV wasn't working or he wasn't in the mood for movies, he liked when the radio played. & when a song came on, you would hum to it & it just made him fall asleep easier. He really loved your voice.

He likes the massages you give him on his hands, since he is a doctor & he is always using his hands. They felt so sore, so he really loved it when you gave him those.

But what he really adored is when you tried to make him laugh with your corny jokes or sarcastic comments. A side you showed that made him fall in love with you when you first met.

📖 Johan Liebert:

It shouldn't be a surprise that he doesn't eat as much. But if you begged him to just eat at least one bite of the butter drenched toast, he would. & not because he was annoyed by your enthusiasm, but because it did really look tasty. Most of the time though, he either doesn't fill himself up or he would just drink the tea you made.

Since he isn't a fan of touch, although he didn't seem bothered by it at points, he did allow you to give him head massages. & shockingly, he actually fell asleep on you.

Hugs & nothing more are the only thing he really likes from you. Plus, he doesn't want to make you sick. But he promised when he got better, perhaps just one cheek peck would be okay. Either then that, hugs are really the deal.

Johan doesn't really like television & the radio, so reading would be the best choice. Sometimes he would read with you or he would ask you to read to him. The second part is mainly what he wants. He really adores your voice.

Johan, again, is not fond of physical contact, so it would be kind of hard to give him a massage. But if he did want one at some point, giving him a back rub wouldn't hurt, would it? (by the way, with his clothes on >.<)

Really the only thing he likes though, that you do when he is sick, is just giving him words of affection. It not only makes him feel good, but also makes him smile brighter.

🌸 Nina Fortner

Nina would accept anything you would give her. Even though she's lost her taste & is disappointed she can't enjoy your meals, she will just smile big & wide because she's grateful that you're even cooking for her. Oh yeah, she likes when you feed her. ;3

Nina loves your head pats, but she tries her best not to fall asleep because she really wants to talk to you all day. But sometime later, it would be her giving you the head pats. XD

Nina adores your warm kisses, but she is sometimes worried that she would make you sick, so she tries to avoid them as much as possible just to protect you. She prefers cuddles around this time until she gets better. Then, she will kiss your face a bunch of times with a big smile!

Movies are Nina's favorite! She would watch them nonstop while she either played with your hair or you played with hers. You would even have to stop her from eating snacks she wasn't supposed to eat until after she was done being ill. But she'd just brush it off & say she was just "fine". Yeah...you had to clean up after her after that...

Belly rubs are a great deal for her. After a stomach ache, she would love tummy massages to ease her pain. She would giggle a lot if it tickled. "You're bringing the old me back, Y/N!" & she would just not stop laughing.

But what Nina really loved the most was when you came up with many ideas for activities for her to do if she was bored. & one of them was when you guys had a PvP battle in board games. She would win endlessly. XD

I will publish the other part some time, but I hope you liked these. I decided to use the same six scenarios for each character & will likely do the same for others, but will change up the scenarios a bit. So sorry if it was repeating the same things. ^///^

I was inspired by @malware-180 with her fic & a few of their others. She's an amazing writer & you should check out her stories! <3

& I hope you didn't mind if I incorporated some ideas! :D

#monsteranime #xreader #johan liebert x reader #nina fortner #nina fortner x reader #johan liebert #kenzo tenma x reader #kenzo tenma #monster headcanons #nina fortner headcanons #kenzo tenma headcanons #anime headcanons #headcanons #sickfic #sickheadcanons

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starsdippedintea · 2 months

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Consider: The BSD Gang on a Playground

More specifically, a swing set. (This works as adults or children.)

•Ranpo would beg [read:force] Poe to push him, which Poe would do willingly. I think Poe would save the swing for Ranpo as well.

•Chuuya would be going in circles. He'd show off his gravity manipulation so much. Dazai probably reaches put to touch him at random times, causing Chuuya to fall. Chuuya would probably beat him up anyway.

•Dazai would either swing without holding onto the chains, or he'd be that one person that tries to go in-between the swings and try not to get hit.

• Nikolai is that one kid who sits on the swing sideways, twists it around and spins, tries climbing the swing frame, you know what I mean. No one wants to swing next to him.

•Fyodor would hate swinging, but Nikolai would try and force him into it using his ability.

•Sigma wouldn't do anything odd. He'd be that one kid who you never talk to but don't mind sitting next to because he's pretty chill. He probably avoids swinging though, because he's terrified Nikolai will swing next to him.

•Akutagawa would use Rashōmon to push himself on the swing. Poor lonely Akutagawa. If he's dating Atsushi, then Atsushi would definitely offer to push him, but Akutagawa would be far too stubborn to accept.

•Atsushi is scared of swings at first, until Dazai tells him that "cats always land on their feet!" and suddenly he's swinging as high as possible and breaks his leg.

•Kenji and Kyouka would be in the sandbox. Do I need to say more?

•Kunikida wouldn't swing. He just wouldn't. Instead, he'd yell at Yosano and Nikolai for using the swings improperly, and he'd be sitting in the shade with a cold drink.

•Yosano would stand on the swing. Maybe Kōyō would help push her, but I think Yosano would just kind of swing her upper body back and forth until she's moving.

•Kōyō likely wouldn't swing, but if she did, she'd sit on it prim and proper, and not swing too fast or slow.

•Lucy wouldn't even bother. She'd create a swing inside of Anne's room and leave everyone behind. Go Lucy.

•Gin is competive. It feel that in my heart and soul, and you can't convince me that she wouldn't be swinging as high as possible, especially with Chuuya around. I can see her just sitting on it as well, probably saving it for her brother.

•Higuchi would be playing tag, but if given the opportunity to swing she wouldn't go particularly fast. She'd probably stay around three feet off the ground.

•Fukazawa and Fukuchi sit on a bench and watch them play. (Mori does not exist for obvious reasons.)

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shuxiii · 1 year

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Leather on my sweater

Danielle Marsh x Gn! Reader

A/n: this is short and I am lactose tolerant

There are many perceptible forms of love, but her love was like a rose; it was beautiful and distinctive, but when you touched it, the horns bled within your fingertips. She was the stars that only appeared at night, a dream that you could only vaguely remember after you opened your eyes.

Yet you held onto her tight till the wounds left scars within your fingers, willing to stay awake at night just to see her glimmer into your eyes. the dream you’d always sleep on just to remember a piece of her.

You loved her like leather jacket, wore her in the cold and in the fall, in the rain or any other day. She was something you never wanted to lose or ever take off. But the more you did love her, the more the leather ripped off, ever bits of its skin wither and the color became dull.

But despite that, you cant seem to really let go of her, you never did. But at some point time will be the one to forcefully take away what was once yours.

It really did hurt, seeing her shine in the stage or the smile she once only gave to you, was now given to millions of people who admired her the way you admired her.

Love did hurt, but it was a pain you choose to inflict in your body. The pain that stayed with you as you secretly watch her preform in many award shows or in concerts you attended just to see her do what she always loved to do.

Sometimes, you secretly wished she gazed at your direction, but that was only a wishful thinking, it was impossible not when abundance of people covered your figure.

you heart still mourned for her, no matter how much you ignored the aching, it got worst. People say time will heal, but it never did when it came to her.

so you waste every paper on her, attended every performance her group had, it was an addiction that even doctors had no cure for.

you accepted it that the love you both had will never return again. So the only choice you had was, to love her from afar.

she once said, “if destiny chooses to bring us back, you’ll know.”

you thought that was a silly superstition she had, but now that she left you, you dreaded for that faith to one day happen.

“Give it out for New jeans!”

You tucked your hands inside the old leather jacket, now focusing your attention on the stage, it was the 5th win of their songs, winning after winning, attending every award show.

You were there for them since their debut, you were there for her ever since she had the spotlight focused on her.

hearing their new song “OMG” play, you held back a smile watching her preform, she was always a good dancer and a singer, it was no doubt she'd have all of eyes looking at her.

And as usual you'd keep hidden to avoid meeting her eyes, it wouldn’t end well.

The song was amazing as you imagined it to be, up beat and romantic. You loved her, but seeing her smile and glisten on the stage, you knew, you knew that your love can never overtake the love she had for her dreams. All this time, you were driven to loving her you never realized it became selfish, it wasn’t fair for her, but now you knew.

It took one glance at her, to make you fully accept it, you shouldn’t hold back someone to achieve something that makes them happy, even if it meant it wouldn’t go the way you want it to be.

They exit out of stage, per usual you'd leave before she'd even notice your presence but this time you stayed a little longer in the crowd one last time, so that after this you'd finally let go of everything.

Everyone began going home, you slightly grimace not seeing her in the crowded fan that gathered around the group, but maybe it was for the best you thought.

You exit the building sloppily walking, staring at the pavement frowning as you kicked the pebble off the floor.

You suddenly heard hurried steps, making you glance up, it was too late as the person bumped into you, making you stumble backwards as they follow suit.

You hear her yelp, as you held their waist to keep balance with their arms leaning on your chest.

Both of you fall, your butt hitting the floor hard making you wince at the pain, while the person being on top of you, your eyes closed groaning.

"Oh my guar, are you okay?" A feminine voice spoke in a heavy accent.

Wait a minute.

You flutter your eyes open, and on cue her eyes focused on yours too, both of you looked at each other with the same wide eye expression.

"Yn?"

"Danielle?"

You both called each others name at the same time.

"What are you-"

"Why are you her-

Both of you cutting each others sentence.

"What are you doing here?" Danielle spoke first before you could, now brushing off her clothes from the fall, as you awkwardly help yourself up.

"Uh, I was just strolling by here." I watch you preform.

"Oh." Her voice sounding a little disappointed, but probably because didn't want to see you.

Silence thickened the awkward tension, both of you not sure what to do next.

"Congratulations, on your um song." You played with the ring in your pocket.

"Thanks." She replied, her eyes gazing on your leather jacket.

Oh shit, you forgot that you were wearing her old leather jacket, god I must look so pathetic you cringe.

You stared back at her dyed hair, it looked pretty, it added more beauty to her face. She looked just the way you imagined her to be.

“I… should get going, it was nice meeting you.”

The thump in your heart became louder, each passing moment, so you took a few steps away fearing that she might hear it.

You stiffly waved at her glistening doe eyes before turning your back on her.

Your footsteps echo on the empty road, each one a bit heavier.

“It was tiring.”

you stopped in your tracks standing still.

“It was tiring to be so apart from you. And no matter how long it’s been.. there are still times when I think of you and suddenly it gets harder to breathe. Being so apart from you made me realize, losing you was harder than I thought.’’

‘‘Danielle, I don’t want to be the reason for you to hold back your dreams again.’‘

‘‘You could never hold me back, because you are my dreams Yn.’‘

"Since when did you become so corny, Dani?" You turned to face her, holding back a smile on your face, but your eyes betrayed you.

Hearing that nickname come out of your lovely lips made her happy. Dani rushed up to you, clutching you tightly, she missed this, she missed your perfume, your warmth, she missed you.

‘‘I guess destiny brought me back to you.’‘

‘‘I guess it did.’‘

#New jeans x reader #Marsh Danielle x reader #Danielle #Mo Jihye x reader #Mo Jihye #Danielle marsh

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good-beans · 6 months

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(Milgram self-insert oc masterpost hehe)

Name: For the sake of posting online I’ll call her Rose!

Color: #E7355B [the pink in the art]

Age: I guess she’d be 20 given when Milgram started huh. Gross.

Status: Milgram Staff, Machine Technician

Symbols/imagery: ballet, musical theater, potted plants, board games, various bugs

Song genre: very similar to Mahiru's, something upbeat and extra pop-y

Tentatively she's number 011? She's not really prisoner but she's also not free to come and go, so I'm not actually sure if she'd get a number

Story: I figured since the project is supposed to be realistic/present day, the mv machine would be brand new and unpredictable tech, so they’d want someone keeping up on maintenance and making sure the brain-invasive process won’t cause any harm to the prisoners. She was studying abroad in Japan working on some cool neuroscience tech (irl I know nothing about technology or brains but shh) and she stumbled upon the Milgram team’s machine/plans. Long story short she was dragged into the experiment to make sure things ran smoothly.

Writer's Reasoning: She’s really fun for me to play around with, as she allows me to work with a character who is simultaneously trapped in the prison but hasn’t committed any murder**, someone who has a tiny bit of pull over Es’ mindset in conversation but not the final decision (aka the voting system), and someone who would have a reason to see all the canon content.* I really enjoy the character interactions and dynamics Milgram has set up so far, so it’s been super fun seeing how things change for better and worse when someone not quite aligned with either Milgram/the prisoners is thrown into the mix!

*As much as I love dramatic irony in fiction, it would drive me crazy if I knew every detail of of the vds/mvs but Rose didn't – and every single Milgram character is The Worst Communicator Ever so I couldn’t justify that she’d hear it second hand from them...

**I’ll also add that I don’t believe I’m above murder lmao – the main thing stopping me from making her a prisoner was a) the reason above, and b) there’s no way I could have produced a full music video, and it would've driven me crazy if she didn't have one 😂 Still, I imagine she has to run some tests on the machine to make sure things are calibrated correctly, so she'd extract little things here and there (giving me the opportunity to think up lyric snippets and recurring symbols for her without worrying about full encompassing music videos :))

Story roles:

She’s a bit conflicted -- she’s officially Milgram staff and knows she should remain neutral on the prisoners, since she won’t be allowed to interfere with the process/executions. At the same time, her job description is literally “make sure they all are safe and healthy” and she's way too emotional to avoid getting hopelessly attached to everyone 😅

I really enjoy the theory that the machine extracts videos based off of priming, so one of Rose’s duties involves listening in on the interrogation and making sure there’s been enough material discussed/not too much time has passed overall (hence the ringing of the bell happening at different lengths for each vd). She then watches the mvs along with Es to make sure there are no machine glitches.

I'm not afraid to admit she falls into Mary Sue territory every so often by being everyone's friend, because it's less about "aw everyone likes her" and more about "canon is too painful rn and I need a fix-it tool to take care of these guys and give them hugs and tell them someone forgives them and cares about them and unfortunately these characters wouldn't let anyone less than a friend do that." Rest assured she's definitely not perfect and will fuck everything up on occasion :3

Miscellaneous: Whenever I play around with normal au ideas she's still working on the machine (but in a public, more ethical setting), and she's Mahiru's roommate :) Her character isn't super focused on love, but if I had to pick a cover song it'd be Stickybug II. It's very much my vibe, the lyrics fit well enough (better than most songs, at least lol) and it's one of my favorites of the unchosen songs!

So yeah, I hope she's not too boring without a cool crime to decipher, but I wanted to share since I was really proud of her! It took a bit of tinkering to find a way to fit her into a perfect secret-third-thing role that runs very smoothly with all of canon, so I was very excited!

#waaahh posting before i chicken out #I've never posted about a self-insert so please be kind lmao 😅#i dont expect a ton of hype for her but if people have questions im always down to talk about her hehe #this is my only art -- i rarely draw oc stuff but i was really happy with how this came out #i definitely dont think shed get a number or those side rune straps by canon standards but the art wouldnt look right without them #im mad that the lab coat and gloves make her look a bit like shidous design :/ i definitely wanted more scientist vibes than doctor #dw she wears her PPE when she works on the machine 😤#yeah yeah theres some shipping aspects sue me -- but genuinely its mostly for fun character studying and fix-its #mkdr and neoneon also hold a special place in my heart but i didnt want to double up on covers #im so sad because she just. doesnt fit into LCSyS #the machine is fake in the au so shed have no opportunity to join the experiment #plus even if i made her generic staff shed just be on the receiving end of the lie with es... which is just canon until the very end adfsdf #WOO huge thank you to kyanako5972 and purgemarchlockdown for enabling me to be annoying once again >:3 #and thank you gunsli!! our chat was the first time i ever talked about her and it really gave me a lot of confidence :')#not maintagging but i will edit for organizational tags later #i also may put this on my writing blog at some point but we'll see #my art #rose posts #ocgram #milgram

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azurlily · 1 year

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Aww listen mean girl historia has feelings for you and after a while of trying to avoid it she ends up taking you aw on date

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!! I got another one like this, if you could tell me of that was you please do so it isn't a random request I dont know if I should do or not.

Mean Girl!Historia Reiss with a crush asking you out on a date

She'd tried so hard, so, so, so hard not to fall for you. Historia thought that these feelings would dissipate after a few days. Maybe weeks at best.

No, they didn't. It took her about 3 months to finally realize she's utterly in love with you. To realize that this isn't some small infatuation.

She started looking at you in a new light. She started looking at you as less of a plaything for when she's bored and more of a cute girl who'd look good with no clothes on...

AHEM anyway...

She starts watching you more often. She has a hard time keeping her eyes off of you. Wether it's in the halls or in the locker room, her eyes always find a way to wander.

She needed a way to turn the tables.

She'd been a bully, and a horrible one at that. She knows it, but in her eyes that doesn't matter. So you better get over it.

Before Historia asks you out she starts small with gifts. She buys you little trinkets and toys she believes you'll like.

Wether you actually like them or not is an entirely different story.

Historia decided after about a few weeks of been less of a bitch, and buying you things, maybe even pulling you into the locker room to kiss you. She decided it was time.

Time to ask you out, I mean.

Historia did it in an. . .odd way, to say the least. Most people would bring a bouquet of flowers or maybe even do a big gesture. Instead you found a note in you locker, there were hearts around you name. It said:

Dear, [name].

You and I are going on a day trip, wherever you want, for as long as you want. Call it whatever, but it's a date, wether you like it or not. You're mine. I expect to see you outside your house on [insert date here.]

You knew who it was from. How could you not? Any other guy or girl that might have liked you was too scared to ask you out, due to the fact that Historia didn't play nice.

When the date rolled around(wether it was a school day or not) you were standing in your driveway with some cute clothes that Historia had given you the day before.

She would be in her bright blue sun dress, and you'd better compliment her. She took a lot of time getting ready and you better say you've noticed.(even if you haven't)

She takes you to whatever store you want. Even if she takes no interest in whatever it is, she'll act like she does for the sake of the date going smoothly. She'll laugh and smile at anything you say.

If you get extremely exited about something in particular. If she notices you excitment or if it's blatantly obvious, she'll encourage it. She does feel bad for the shit she's done to you and taking you out on dates is her way of apologizing.

That doesn't mean she's going to stop tormenting you. It just means she'll apologize for it with dates, among other things.

She buys you bags full of whatever, no matter how much money she spent, she'll keep buying you stuff. She buys you books, clothes, food, drinks, electronic devices(think new phone, drawing tablet, tv, ect).

She might even buy you an animal. She's in such bliss on the dates, she just loves seeing you smile and laugh when you see something you like. She feels at home and safe and she'll keep doing dates like these just to make you(and herself) happy.

There are other dates she takes you on. Dates with just dinner and you as dessert.

That isn't something were talking about though...

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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Serendipity (CH 4)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2353

Warning: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

As much as I hated being away from work for a week, I dreaded coming in today. Gibbs hasn't seen me since he left me at the hospital. I bite my lip, staring at the building. I shouldn't of said anything. I always knew he wasn't going to feel the same way.

I brush my red hair over my shoulders, an impulsive decision. I was wearing a white v-neck, a black blazer and black dress pants.

My makeup was natural although I lined the eyeliner a little heavier this morning. I was trying to feel more like myself, but I couldn't get there. I grab the gift bags and my purse before heading inside.

I was here before everyone, eager to work, but hoping to avoid everyone. I drop a present at everyone's desk before heading to autopsy and leaving Ducky and Palmer theirs. I go to Abby's lab and leave hers there. I go back to my desk, working on some paper work before I was called back to talk with the shrink—apparently required after almost dying.

I was short with her, eager to get away. She kept going though, repeating questions no matter how many times I answered. By the time she'd given up—an hour and a half later—I was furious. I walk out of her office entering the bullpen.

"I don't ever remember the shrink being so...so persistent! Argh! I need Abby." I grumble, slumping in my chair.

"Y/N, you just had to answer the questions." Tim says.

"I know that. I did. But, I didn't realize that being short with her resulted in repeats. I was in there for an hour and a half." I grumble.

"Everyone is just worried about you." He says.

I knew Gibbs was staring, but I chose to ignore his stare. I put my hands on my face, taking a deep breath. I needed to let it out.

"What's with the new hair?" Tony asks.

"I'm trying to feel a little more me. But, it didn't work and I probably look stupid." I grumble.

"I think red suits you." Gibbs says.

"Agreed. It makes your eyes pop and suits your complexity." Ziva says.

I lay my head on my desk, trying to gather myself. I felt like I was falling to pieces and no one was seeing me. I take a deep breath, standing and walking to the stairs. I head to Abby's lab and she grins.

"Your back!" She exclaims, pulling me into a hug.

"Oh Abby, I've missed you so much. You don't even know it." I murmur, hugging her tighter.

"Awe! I missed you too, Y/N/N!" She exclaims.

I felt normal with Abby. With her...I felt more myself than I have this past week. She listened while I ranted until Gibbs called her, saying he needed me back upstairs. I had left my phone, so makes sense.

I grab my phone and sketch pad as I follow the team. Due to my spectacular profiling skills, my mind seemed to play out every crime scene. It was easier for me to draw than talk. I could do both, but the pictures came to mind before the words.

"Thank you, for the present. How'd you know I've been wanting that book?" Ziva asks.

"You've been talking about it. You also saw a quote online and hung it on your bulletin board." I say and she smiles.

"Nothing ever gets passed you, does it Y/N/N?" She asks.

"No. I can't help I'm observant. I'm also a pretty good profiler." I say.

"Sounds more of an FBI job." Gibbs grumbles.

"If you want me gone Gibbs, don't be shy. Use your words." I say, staring ahead.

The doors open and I walk past him, hitting his shoulder. Was I hurt he'd say something like that? Yeah, I was. I worked my ass off on this team and this is what I get. I keep silent, deciding to go in the van today rather than with Gibbs.

He grabs my arm before I could climb up into the van. I huff, trying to pull my arm free, but I couldn't. I get in the car, looking out the window.

"Do we have a problem, Y/L/N?" He asks.

I keep silent, staring out the window as my eyes watered. I can't imagine leaving this team. This team has been the best team I've ever been on. They're my family. He slams on the brakes, before pulling the car over.

"I asked you a question. When I ask a question, you answer it." He snaps.

"Do you really want me gone, Gibbs? Is it about what I said? Because if it is, just forget I said anything. I shouldn't of said anything. I see that now. But, I couldn't die with that secret weighing me down. So, please...can we move past that. I know I shouldn't of said anything. I know nothing can happen because you don't feel that way and rule twelve. I get it, Gibbs. I have my answer. Now, can you please drive to the crime scene? Please?" I ask, staring out the window to hide my tears.

"I don't want you on this team because it'd make it so much easier. I do like you, but your right. I have rule twelve in place for a reason. I made the rule. I can't break that rule. That's why I don't want you on my team. However, I want you on my team because we are family. I don't know what we'd do without you. But, you need to try to forget those feelings...it isn't healthy dwelling on something you can't have." He says.

I was silent as he started to drive. As we neared the crime scene, I wiped my cheeks clean, opening my sketch pad. I was quick to get out of the car, walking around the house slowly to clear my mind.

I walk in and look around. The wife and husband were sprawled out on the floor. I sketch away, keeping in mind about the domestic violence call to their home. They were arguing and apparently it continued after the officer left.

Cheating?

Financial troubles?

Loveless relationship?

I write my thoughts on the top corner of the page, kneeling beside the bodies as I investigate them.

"What is she doing?" An officer asks.

"She's doing her job. She has very special skills. Can practically predict what happened on each scene. So, she sketches." Tony says.

"Is she single?" He asks.

"Yeah." Tim says.

"She isn't looking right now." Gibbs says.

I roll my eyes, continuing my sketch. I stand, moving to kneel beside the other body. I stand, moving through the room. I get to an empty room, noticing boxes. My heart drops to my stomach noticing it was baby items. I go back to the living room and see Ducky is here.

"Ducky, could you lift her shirt? Just to show her stomach." I say.

Despite his confusion, he lifts the baggy hoodie and I see it in his eyes like mine. The woman definitely had a baby bump. My eyes water and I quickly walk back to the room that was meant to be the nursery. I sit on one of the boxes, sketching a baby.

Not the husbands baby?

Could it be a secret lovers child?

Or a jealous ex-lover?

Again, I take tab of my notes as I make my way to the bathroom. I study the products before heading to the couples bedroom. They weren't sleeping in the same room. She had the bedroom.

"Y/L/N! Are you done yet!?" Gibbs calls.

I stay silent, kneeling as I continue sketching. I pull my gloves on and I open drawers. I walk to the backyard and look around. It was quiet and peaceful back here. There were woods behind the home. I notice something on the ground between the trees.

I walk out and kneel. It was a cigarette box and a bunch of cigarettes. I grab the camera that was hanging around my neck and snap a few pictures. I grab an evidence bag out of my pocket and bag it. I take my gloves off, before sitting on the ground a little ways behind the spot I found the buds and facing the back of the house.

I heard the doors open as I sketched a shadowy silhouette standing between the trees, smoking and watching the house.

"Y/N? What the hell? I've been calling for you." Gibbs snaps.

I stand, looking around. I snap a picture of some boot print before looking up at Gibbs.

"Why tell me you have feelings? Why not lie and make it easier? Knowing you have feelings for me isn't going to make this easier, Gibbs. Why do you have to follow that stupid rule anyway? You know Tony and Ziva aren't. So, why can't you break it?" I ask.

"We are doing a case right now, Y/L/N." He sighs.

"I'm aware. I've determined our unsub wears military boots, size thirteen. He's probably six foot two. I'd say he's got a heavy build or he's heavier set by the boot prints. He's a chain smoker. He's been staking out here, stalking our victims. Right through that window, bam. You have the perfect site of the kitchen and living room. The sliding doors, bam. Perfect view of the hallway. He was able to see when they were in separate rooms. Took care of the husband first then the wife." I say.

"And how do you know the wife was saved for last?" He asks.

"Her murder was overkill. She was the target. Our unsub was angry with her. Stab wounds to the chest, mostly the heart which could be his way of showing heartbreak. The shot to the head was done postmortem and could be a sign of executing her once and for all from his life. The husband was shot instantly. He was dead from the first shot. He wasn't the target." I say.

"Let's go." He says.

I roll my eyes, looking around before following after him. I got in the car as he wrapped up the scene. I worked away in my sketchbook, tidying up the sketches from the scene. He gets in the car and it was silent.

I wasn't surprised when he pulled over to get coffee. I was surprised when he asked if I wanted to go in with him. I was far too focused on my drawing to leave though. So, I turned down his offer. I was hunched over, my hair getting on my nerves as I didn't have a hair tie.

It was all over, casting shadows on the drawing and constantly getting in my face or in the way of the drawing. He climbs in and clear his throat. I look up and he held a coffee out towards me.

"Thanks." I mumble, taking it.

It was silent and then he was holding something else out towards me. A hair tie...the scrunchie I lost a few months ago.

"Found it in my car a few days ago." He says.

"Thank you." I say quietly, taking it.

I put my hair up in a messy bun, letting it sit on top of my head as I sketched away. He grunts, leaning over me. I stop, looking at him confused. He grabs the buckle and buckles me in. My cheeks flush red and I look down before busying myself in the sketchbook.

I was relieved to get out of the car. It was tense between Gibbs and I. I didn't like it, but there wasn't much I could do. I was walking into the building, looking down as someone bumps into me.

I look up, my coffee hitting the ground. Thankfully, outside. I had coffee all over the front of my shirt, sketchbook and camera.

"I'm so, so, sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He says.

"It's alright. Accidents happen." I say softly, managing a small smile.

I toss the empty coffee cup away and turn to see the man waiting. Gibbs was getting closer and looked pissed off. Oh great.

"Can I have your number? Maybe take you out for coffee to make up for this?" He asks, smiling.

He was a cute guy for sure. He wasn't Gibbs though. I list off my number and he adds it to his phone before Gibbs grabs my arm and drags me towards the building.

We get to the elevator and it was silent before he slams on the emergency stop button, turning to me.

"What the hell was that?" He snaps.

"Green doesn't look good on you, Gibbs." I tease.

"Y/N, what was that?" He asks again, the warning clear in his tone.

"He bumped into me and obviously my coffee spilt all over me...my camera and sketchbook. He apologized and he asked for number to take me out to coffee some time so that he can make up for today." I said.

"Are you that naive? Do you really believe he just wants to be friends? Or that it was an accident? Your smarter than that, Y/L/N. He just wants in your pants." He snaps, smacking me in the back of the head.

I was quiet, thinking back to me walking up to the building. He had indeed saw me. I frown, knowing Gibbs was right. I reach out, hitting the button. He sighs, hitting it again, but I hit again and block it. I was relieved when the doors opened.

I walked off, throwing my stuff on my desk. I reach into my purse, before smacking the side of my head with a fist as I clench my jaw. God. I'm so done with today.

"Y/N?" Tim questions.

I shrug my blazer off, walking towards the stairs where I head to Abby's lab. I walk in and she smiles before seeing that I wasn't okay. I break and start crying immediately.

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khaleesa · 9 months

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Writing prompts: 11!

I haven't written a word since I finished Guidance Counseling, but this prompt ("just once") finally inspired me! Thank you for submitting it! And thanks to @bratanimus for giving it a once-over. <3

Tomorrowland

The rocketship slide, layered with decades of chipped paint and rust, would've been a better vantage point to watch the Creel house for the signal, but Chrissy couldn't bring herself to approach it. Eddie, on the other hand, thundered up the metal slide like an overgrown boy showing off on the playground--which was probably exactly what he was doing. Goofball. She had no such urge and was drawn instead to the ramshackle picnic table tucked beneath the sheltering canopy of the old sugar maples, near a light post that she hoped to God still worked. It would be dark soon.

In spite of the very serious--not to mention scary--circumstances that brought them here, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she watched Eddie flail and narrowly avoid falling off the top of the slide when he attempted to crouch beneath the child-sized opening of the rocket. The hatch? It was so weird how they barely knew each other--had never talked before last Friday--but somehow he could make her feel comfortable even in truly uncomfortable situations.

He bumped his forehead on a metal bar, swore, and rubbed it dramatically as he turned to face her.

"Laughing at my misery, Cunningham?" he called down to her. "I knew it--you're a sadist!"

"I am not!" Chrissy retorted, groaning inwardly at how lame that sounded.

They should probably be more quiet; the team inside had planned on absolute silence until the time came to draw out Vecna. Could he hear beyond the dilapidated walls of the old house?

A shudder rippled down Chrissy's spine. She didn't want to think about Vecna yet. It was hard not to, though, with the darkened windows of the run-down house staring like hollow eyes in skeleton faces. She was glad she wasn't looking at them dead-on. She didn't like how they seemed to be fixed on Eddie.

Scary as it was, the Creel house also made her feel heavy with sadness. Once upon a time, it had been pretty. Ladies wearing dresses with puffed sleeves and trailing skirts and hair pinned up in elegant styles had sipped tea in the front parlor, while children in lacy pinafores and knickerbockers played in the garden. Later, in the fifties probably, someone had built the space-age playground. It would've looked a little like Disneyland, with pastel Victorian Main Street, USA perched just around the corner from Tomorrowland. There was nothing magical about this, however--except for back magic. The Unhappiest Place on Earth.

"You okay?"

Chrissy's gaze darted from the house back to the slide, where Eddie stood at the top of the stairs, frozen with that same look of concern that had taken her so much by surprise that day in the forest. You okay? he'd asked then, too. Other people had asked that since she’d started having her episodes--Jason, her friends on the cheer squad--but Eddie was the first one who'd actually seemed to give a damn, to make her feel like maybe she could explain, and maybe he'd get it.

If he hadn't exactly gotten it then, he definitely did now. Chrissy felt just terrible that she'd dragged him into this horror movie that her life had become. Even if he did work awfully hard to make people think he was mean and scary.

He didn't look scary now, though. He just looked…scared. Like he thought her eyes might glaze and she'd start levitating again, and this time…No. More things she didn't want to think about right now.

Maybe she could do what Eddie was so good at. Make him feel comfortable.

She sat up straight--no easy feat on the bowed and off-balance picnic table bench--shoulders back, chin raised, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm a little offended that you think I'm a sadist."

Eddie barked out a laugh and bounded down the slide steps, skipping a few, and over to the opposite side of the picnic table. He slapped his palms on the surface and leaned forward, eyes dark and gazing down at her. Chrissy had read about men flashing lascivious grins before; now, she finally had a real-life picture of what that meant.

"I didn't say sadism was a bad thing." Eddie's grin somehow grew even wider as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Did he hear how sharply Chrissy drew in her breath? Could he see the flush that prickled like a sunburn across her cheeks and ears? Thank goodness for the long shadows cast by the sunset, and that the light post over the table still hadn't turned on. She wracked her brain for a clever response, but Eddie leering down at her was too distracting, and she was totally out of her league when it came to knowledge from dirty magazines and movies. Anyway, Eddie seemed thrilled to have rendered her speechless. Somehow, this didn't make her feel dumb, like Jason did when he knew things she didn't. Eddie just got a kick out of scandalizing her, or corrupting her innocence, or something.

And over the last couple of days, Chrissy was learning she got a kick out of being scandalized, or corrupted, or something by Eddie.

The light mood didn't last long. Eddie's grin faded as he trudged around the picnic table to straddle the bench next to her. For a moment, they contemplated the Creel house in silence. Eerie silence; no doves cooed in the tree limbs above, no crickets chirped in the unmowed playground grass. Chrissy was about to comment on how weird this was, when Eddie spoke, a cigarette clenched between his teeth.

"Me and the band…" He trailed away as the lighter snicked and the end of the cigarette flared.

Although Chrissy wasn't a fan of stale, old cigarette smell, she liked fresh smoke. Now, it brought the reassurance that she wasn't the only living thing here, that Eddie was warm and alive beside her. She felt herself shifting a little closer to him, her knee bumping one of his.

Pocketing the lighter, Eddie took a drag, then removed the cigarette to exhale, smoke wreathing him as he went on. "We always talked about having this dump as an album cover. Or shooting a music video here. It's creepy as shit."

Chrissy nodded her agreement. "I feel kind of silly for ever thinking the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland is spooky."

Eddie blew out another puff of smoke. "You've been to Disneyland?"

"Just once. Have you?"

"Nope." He popped the p definitively; it almost seemed to echo in the quiet of the playground.

"It's probably not your kind of place."

Eddie sat back, a deep frown tugging at his features, buckling his forehead. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Chrissy flushed as she realized how that sounded. Not like she'd meant it at all. "Just that it's cheesy fantasy stuff. For kids."

Eddie's shoulders relaxed, and a grin slanted across his face. "Cunningham. What do you think Dungeons and Dragons is? Honestly, Disneyland sounds right up my alley."

That wasn't exactly in line with how he and Dustin had explained Dungeons and Dragons to her, but Chrissy was just relieved he wasn't offended anymore. "But you wouldn't think the Haunted Mansion is even a little bit scary," she said. "Not compared to all those movies you like."

Eddie seemed to consider this as he smoked, turning his head toward the Creel House. "After this week, I think maybe I've had enough horror shit."

Chrissy's heart gave a squeeze in her chest, but before her guilt could take hold, Eddie's fingers closed around her knee, and she found herself looking into his dark, glittering eyes again.

"Tell you what," he said. "If I graduate? We're going to Disneyland."

An image sprang into Chrissy's mind of the two of them strolling toward Sleeping Beauty Castle, Eddie in denim and leather and chains and Mickey Mouse ears. But that wasn't what made Chrissy let out a shriek of delighted laughter, then clap her hand over her mouth lest Vecna hear them or Eddie somehow read her mind and think she was making fun of him. Or it wasn't only that. If I graduate, he'd said, not, If we make it out of this alive. Graduation came after. They would have an after.

"Not if you graduate, Eddie," she said. "When."

Eddie smiled--not the maniacal, teeth-baring grin, but biting his lip, ducking his head, hair falling in his face. He leaned in, close enough that Chrissy could smell the cigarette on his breath. She wanted to taste it on his lips.

"And, uh, if the Haunted Mansion gets too spooky for you…you can…" His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "...hold my hand."

His gaze dropped, and Chrissy saw his hand had moved from her knee, close to hers on the bench. His pinky touched the side of her hand. She flicked hers out to touch it.

In the dormer window of the Creel house, a light flashed on, and they both sat up. The signal.

"But I'm the one who'll probably be shitting my pants," Eddie rasped.

Gripped with a sudden courage and decisiveness, Chrissy stood up. "Then you can hold my hand," she said, and twined their fingers together.

~*~

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arysthaeniru · 24 days

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For the ask thing- Revolutionary Girl Utena- I saw you like it and I need more people to scream with lol

Yessss, Utena's a perfect media, haha!!!

Favourite Character

So difficult to decide! I think it has to be Anthy though. I love her, I love how vicious she is, I love how petty she is, and I love how funny she can be. I find myself always so excited by imagining the future, what Anthy's personality develops into when she leaves the garden.

Least Favourite Character

I mean. The correct answer is Akio, but actually, I think Ruka. Ruka is all of Akio's manipulation and lies, but he's stupid enough to actually lie to himself that the girl he tried to break for two episodes actually could fall in love with him. At least Akio never deludes himself into that.

5 Favourite Ships

Utena/Anthy - Duh. No notes, 10/10, liberatory lesbian love

Juri/Wakaba - I really like the idea of Juri finding real kindness and joy in Wakaba, and Wakaba finding somebody who thinks of her as her most special thing.

Juri/Anthy - Not as one of those ships that's cute and good, but one of those ships where they would be a destructively horrible trainwreck, but I find myself fascinated by it. My characterization of Juri is never good enough to do this, so the past three Yuletides, I've been trying to get my gifter to write me the year that Akio decided Juri would be the one who keeps Anthy as a Rose Bride? I think that would have been an unmitigated, fascinating disaster.

Saionji/Touga - Honestly, this one goes either way, in that I like the idea of them maybe leaving Ohtori themselves at one point, and learning how to have a non-toxic relationships to each other? But also, I LOVE the idea of them just stuck in Akio's nightmare play, getting worse and worse and being more and more horrible to each other.

Nanami/Freedom, get her out of there. Be free.

(bonus) Nanami/Kozue - Two things make me consider this intriguing pairing. One, the contrasted imagery they both have, where Kozue is the free bird, the wild animal snarling her way out of the cage, as Nanami as the cow, the domesticated. What does it mean for Nanami to encounter Kozue's philosophy? But also Nanami who drowns the kitten that draws Touga's attention, and Kozue as the one who saves the baby bird, even at her own expense. Something something, compassion, adoration, self-preservation. Fun contrasts! I feel like they would hate each other at first, but find something genuinely transformative in the other. Also they both love Miki.

Character I find most attractive

Juri. The long hair, the fencing, the way she can go both high-femme and pretty butch? Queen.

Character I would marry

Wakaba. I feel like she'd genuinely try to take care of me, and also I would fucking adore her. She's so cute. She's the sort of person you could hang out with for a really long time, and I value that in a person.

Character I Would Be Best Friends With

Tragically, probably Miki. Very similar interests, and as much as I would shake my head at the way he places the girls he likes on pedestals and then demonizes them if they ever tumble off that pedestal, he would also shake his head at my tendency to avoid all my problems like the plague.

(Canon OTP is obviously Utena/Anthy, and non canon is Nanami/Kozue.)

Pairing I Am Not a Fan Of

Obviously, all of the incest ones, but honestly, I'm pretty meh on Shiori/Juri. A fascinating dynamic when done correctly, but when people write stuff about them in the future where everything's fine and they don't have tension between them...IDK. I think it's important to me that even without the homophobic pressure of Ohtori trapping them both, that Juri has created this false image of Shiori in the same way that Miki does for Kozue, and that Juri doesn't really know Shiori very well, in the end, because of her inability to ever really recognize Shiori's jagged edges. I think that would haunt their relationships, even if they tried to be together, how much Juri doesn't actually see or understand Shiori's inner personality.

Most badass character

Anthy.

Character I feel the Writers Screwed Up

Mikage! While I LOVE the aesthetic and thematic focuses of the Black Rose Arc, I think they don't quite knock it out of the park with Mikage. I wish Mikage was a more interesting mirror to Utena, but his devotion to Mamiya just doesn't feel like it's in a strong conversation with Utena's relationship to Anthy, which I think was a missed opportunity! I would have loved to see more about Mikage's obliviousness, where he knows something is wrong but shrugs it off for one more day. Or I feel like pushing further into the idea of Mikage being a prodigy who is out of his depth as a parallel to Utena which doesn't get explored very much. Idk...after such an incredible slate of character episodes, I remember being pretty disappointed at the climax of Black Rose Arc!

Favourite Friendship

Miki&Nanami! I think they keep each other mostly in check! Miki can sometimes shame Nanami into not showing off her mean girl instincts, and Nanami's a lot more savvy and cunning than Miki is, which helps keep him away from self-loathing spirals, or being taken advantage of. They're fun together!

#rgu #thank you so so much for asking this friend hehehe #the ship one was hard #i don't tend to think of this show in terms of ships so much as i think of it about all types of bonds/connections

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the-commonplace-book · 8 months

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For the ship chart maybe you could do Victoria/Prudence or maybe Arthur/ Sally? Honestly love the level of analysis you put into these asks

Send me a ship for the ship bingo chart: Arthur Hastings / Sally Boyle ( We Happy Few )

Arthur and Sally you say? >:) Oh do I have Thoughts™ about Arthur and Sally (anon I’d like to give you a kiss on the mouth for sending them in)

I’ve talked about Arthur and Sally before and this will come as no surprise to folks who were around last year when I was still in the throws of my first We Happy Few kick: I don’t ship Arthur and Sally and I think it’s good that they parted ways. I’ll talk about the one exception context in which I do ship them later, but for now let me elaborate on why in most scenarios Sally and Arthur absolutely do NOT work together.

There’s a lot of appeal in the childhood friends, reunited and falling in love, trope at a first glance with Arthur and Sally, but in many ways their past and their respective unwillingness to let go of it is their downfall. Their arc plays perfectly into the narrative themes of We Happy Few. Their perceptions of each other are based on how they thought of each other as teenagers, not who they are as adults - or even who they really were as teenagers.

Let’s look first at Sally.

when we're together we're unstoppable. arthur and sally. sir galahad and the lady of the lake. the two musketeers (Sally Note: Arthur!) i wanted to much to say, help, i've got a bloody baby. but he was so awful all i could get out was sorry sorry i'm sorry, and i want to help you and who even knows if he heard any of it. (Sally Note: Arthur!)

She is desperate for his approval because she respects his opinion, which makes it hurt so much more when he fails to give it. She imagines he’s right, whatever he says about her, because of course he is. She continues to bat her eyes and ask him for things because she knows he can’t say no, but she also continues to take shit from him because she really believes he has the best intentions. She thinks of him as kind and reliable, someone she can trust no matter what, and she does genuinely take advantage of that at times. Moreover, she struggles to accept that he has nuance beyond that and that he honestly had a nasty side that doesn’t line up with her image of him

When Verloc, or Byng, or any other man belittles her she blames patriarchy. When Arthur belittles her, she blames herself. She sees Arthur as smart, kind, and willing to help her with all her needs at the drop of a hat. But is he? Is he really?

Is Arthur kind? No. Maybe he had more kindness in him as a teen, but Arthur is self-serving and avoids taking blame by painting himself as a victim of circumstance. He always has. Will Arthur help her no matter what? In the end, no. Because helping her came in conflict with point A about his own self-preservation.

Speaking of Arthur, let’s take a look at how he thinks of Sally.

She was being all lovely and slipped-the-surly-bonds-of-Earth Sally, only even more so, and then she said she was mates with Sir Robert B, or more than mates I suppose, and from then on all I could think about was that horrible night. (Arthur Note: And Then There Was Sally) The thing is, I don't trust her. She was always so wonderful when she was there, but a girl like Sally always has so many better places to be, and better people to be with, or worse people that she prefers anyway for some reason. And sometimes she'd just hide in Percy's old room in the attic and not come down. Who knows what's going on with her now? (Arthur Note: And Then There Was Sally) I should have said, "How have you been all these years, Sally? You ran off into the night with nothing, and now you're some sort of brilliant chemist. How did you survive? I wish I could have helped you. It would be nice to be friends again." Instead of all those dreadful things. (Arthur Line during The Faraday Cage) What if she is utterly sincere? What if she honestly does want me, and love me, and need me? Do I have utterly no faith left in anyone? And she'd survive and I'd get killed. A girl like her shipwrecks, and the next day she's drinking margaritas under palm leaves. Yours truly is shark bait. (Arthur Note: I Am An Awful Person, But)

Arthur views Sally as being confident, flirtatious, always in control. While there is some truth to the notion that she uses men for her own gain, Arthur doesn’t ever take the time to examine why or understand the nuance of her choices. Instead he slut shames her for it. He gets upset at her for her “relationship” with Gen. Byng despite them having not spoken in fourteen years and despite the two of them having never had a relationship. As if he expected her to stay celibate for years just because he had a crush (he’d never say that, but it’s how he acts towards her) Arthur has always liked Sally, but Sally only finally decides she likes him when he can do something for her. Of course, Arthur being Arthur with his inability to accept blame without a caveat that shifts it elsewhere, doesn’t truly acknowledge that he is doing the exact same thing. He only seeks Sally out for help with the Letter of Transit. Everything comes back around to that.

Then there’s the elephant in the room: What happened with Sally and Mr. Hastings

Arthur, in some capacity, blames Sally for what happened, even if he intellectually understands it wasn’t her fault. Sally, similarly, understands to a degree that it wasn’t her fault, but she still blames herself for it.

what was i supposed to tell his dad, "no, you're practically my stepfather"? that would have gone over brillo. (Sally Note: Arthur!)

It doesn’t matter that her being sixteen made it legal. The fact is that Sally was young, barely of legal age, and staying with the Hastings after her entire family died. She had nowhere else to go. Mr. Hastings might not have been physically forceful, but it was coercion and he was absolutely 100% at fault. Sally has internal conflict about the whole incident and it makes sense. If she blames herself then it means she was in control, and Sally feels most secure when she’s in control.

Arthur has his own internal conflict about it. On some level he understands it wasn’t her fault (“I don't hate you, in the strangest way you're completely innocent.”) but he still yells at her about it when they reunite. He still lets it color his perception of her. His mum had died and he found his best friend (who he had a crush on) in his mum’s old bed with his dad. That had to have done a number on his psyche.

I always used to wonder, if I'd run out the door after her, that day, what would have happened to us. Would we still be friends? Or was the magic all in my head? Who am I kidding? 16-year-old-me would never have had the courage to leave home! (Arthur Note: I Am An Awful Person, But)

We don’t know whether this is something Arthur actually used to wonder, or if he’s just saying that now, but regardless there is an acknowledgement that at sixteen, he chose to stay with his dad. He didn’t run after Sally. And thanks to Joy, he never took the time to actually process what happened. Not until the events of the game. So he yells at her, he asks her why, despite knowing (to a degree) that she isn’t the person he should be asking that. But his dad is dead, and Sally’s here in front of him apologizing. So isn’t it easier to blame her?

But what if…?

There’s this longing between them for their friendship to be renewed, but without accepting that they’ve both grown and changed as people (perhaps for the worse) and without acknowledging the past, there’s no hope for a future between them. Those barriers have to be broken down first. Sally was willing to try. Arthur wasn’t. Arthur believes that she chose her own convenience over leaving with him. Sally believes that Arthur left despite knowing she had a baby.

Did Arthur hear her and just choose not to remember? Or did he really not hear her? We don’t know.

Each character is an unreliable narrator in their act. Though I personally think he really didn’t hear her, I can’t imagine it changing anything. We know from Arthur’s act that he thought of Sally as surely having been less of a ‘loose woman’ in the past decade (the “I haven't had sex with anyone in ten years! And if I did, it wouldn't be with that man.” line about Byng that we only get in Act I). He was faced with the reality of Sally and Verloc’s relationship in Haworth Labs via old notes, but it’s much harder to ignore a baby. A tangible result of her having had sex with someone. Arthur has an image he wants so desperate for Sally to fit, and she keeps contradicting it, but he just keeps hoping and trying. I could very easily see him responding to this news with a snarky comment about how she should ask her baby’s father for help or her good friend the General, if they’re not one in the same. (Gwen is very much Verloc’s baby is but Arthur doesn’t know that).

Despite how much they care about each other, and despite how much they may mutually wonder how things could have gone differently, even if they had an opportunity to sit down and have a proper conversation later, it would take a lot of time to be in a place where they could rebuild their friendship, and a romantic relationship would be toxic as hell if they weren’t intentional about making it healthy. Arthur doesn’t trust Sally as far as he can throw her and Sally isn’t exactly trustworthy. They’re both incredibly self-serving and both of them are incapable of acknowledging fault in any meaningful way. Arthur is awful to Sally and Sally takes it to heart, resulting in a horrid amount of negative self-talk about things she shouldn’t be blaming herself for, while she continues to ignore the problems she does have.

Arthur’s distrust, Sally’s fear of being trapped by a man, the mutual fear of the other person walking away, etc. etc. As much as I like the idea of them being in a healthy relationship down the line, it’s highly unlikely under most circumstances because they’re a wreck. It’s good that Arthur and Sally parted ways in We Happy Few. They both needed to let go of the past, and letting go of each other was a crucial step in that process.

The one exception in which I do ship them:

If it’s not clear yet, I’m in no way an Arthur apologist or a Sally apologist. I think they’re both messed up people who have a lot of growing to do, but I do have one context in which I ship them.

First of all, they would need a lot of time, a lot of personal growth, and a lot of intentional rebuilding of trust. They would have to learn to let go of their assumptions about each other and accept each other as they truly are.

However, if they were able to take those steps, I could see them getting together a few years down the road once they’ve sorted themselves out as individuals and set new, healthier foundations for their relationship platonically. There may be room for a touch of romance after a decade or so.

Under the conditions that they’ve reached this healthier place in their lives, I think they would actually work well together. Arthur is the epitome of a male-wife and Sally is a working woman. He’s always admired her brilliance and finds it admirable how well she’s done for herself. He would support her in her career and she would support him in his, whatever that might be.

I think they balance each other out really well, too. Arthur is so caught up in what’s right and wrong. He sees people as either “good” or “bad” in most cases, where Sally sees everyone as being in that grey space between. This can cause conflict, but it can also cause growth if they take the time to listen to each other. Arthur needs someone to help him question that worldview.

Sally sees people as tools for the most part. Most people (not all, but most) are means to an end in her eyes, and I think Arthur could help her challenge that in herself and try to be a better person simply for the sake of human decency.

They have a shared love of literature and fashion, and admire each other in so many ways. Arthur admires her determination, intellect, and cleverness. Sally admires his wit, kindness, and ingenuity. While in the game they hold these things up as impossible ideals that don’t leave room for flaw, these opinions aren’t entire unfounded, and I think given time, trust, and honesty they could really help each other to be better versions of themselves.

Also Arthur helping take care of Gwen is just soft.

They wouldn't have an explosive romance. It would instead be the slowest of slow burns with a lot of hiccups along the way. It would begin with reconciliation and would take years of rebuilding trust and friendship. I could see them growing closer again over the years until one day they realize that Arthur comes over for dinner every night. He sleeps over on the couch more often than not. He’s practically living here already, so why not just move in? So the spare bedroom becomes Arthur’s room. Gwen’s a tween by now and is at that age where she’s meddling in other people’s love lives and thinks she knows what’s best for everyone. She’s thrilled at the idea of Uncle Arthur moving in. By her reckoning he and her mum are already a couple. It’s a while before Arthur and Sally acknowledge that that’s what they’ve become.

They’ve been walking side-by-side through life for years now and one day realize they’ve been holding hands along the way.

For the art, I decided to draw them about 30 years down the line in the 90s ♥

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk :) I’ll make a separate (shorter certainly) post for Prudence and Victoria. (edit: here it is!)

#we happy few #arthur hastings #sally boyle #whf #compulsion games #f; we happy few #[sketchbook]#i could write a novel on these two #there's so much to unpack #anyway i'm the “every character in this game is a horrible person and i love them” truther #they don't deserve better than what they got #but i want them to have better anyway

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ROOM 37. haechan

part 2. 5.5k words

playlist here

in which she falls for the guitarist next door.

ft. jeno, renjun, jaemin, yangyang, xiaojun, kun, soobin, winter, yeji

genre enemies to lovers, band au

warning contains drinking, smoking, mature content, haechan is an asshole at first

❝that attitude of yours is awful,

lee haechan. i don't care how

hot you are.❞

❝you think i'm hot? how sweet.❞

"open up." the sound of an exaggerated deep voice of youngmis brother was heard from the other side of the door. the girl who sat on the couch, eating ice cream and watching a movie practically jumped 10 feet into the air at him banging on the door beforehand.

she rolled her eyes, getting up and heading to the door before swinging it open. she didn't even get a chance to say anything as the twin pushed passed her and strutted into the apartment like he owned the place.

"why are you here?" youngmi asked, not wanting to deal with him at that moment.

"obviously i had to see the place for myself," he replied, plopping onto the couch with a sigh, "a bit underwhelming, but i'm not mad at it."

"buy your own house, then you can comment on mine as much as you want." the girl warned, sitting down next to him.

unlike his two sisters, yejun had no plans to move out of his moms house anytime soon. she never urged her kids to do anything, including getting their own place, but she was never mad when they decided it was time to leave or if they wanted to stay. so, yejun took it as an opportunity to stay as long as he pleased.

"nah, i'll probably just move in here," he joked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and placing his hands behind his head comfortably.

youngmi snickered, "yeah fucking right. you ever get kicked out, you'll either be on the streets or living with youngja."

yejun gasped dramatically. "wow! aren't you just such a good sister?"

"no that was too generous, youngja wouldn't let you stay with her either."

the boy shoved his twins head gently with the palm of his hand. "i like living with mom, anyways."

the pair watched whatever movie was displayed on the tv, mostly in comfortable silence with occasional side conversation about something random in their lives they'd forgotten to tell the other. the three siblings were easily best friends and told each other anything and everything, as their childhood wasn't great and the twins had to rely on youngja too much anyways.

"do you hear that?" yejun asked abruptly, reaching forward to the remote to pause the tv.

the confusion on youngmis face soon turned to irritation when she could hear the faint sound of muffled music playing through the wall. at least today he was nice enough to keep it quieter than usual. youngmi snatched the remote back with a huff and pressed play on the movie. "that's the guy next door, he does that."

"want me to go say something to the dude?" the other replied, hands on the couch ready to pounce up. yejun was a troubled kid who got into way more fights than he'd like to admit, and although he's matured mostly since then, he'll still take up any opportunity to punch someone.

the girl shook her head quickly. "no, no, sit down."

"why are you so fucking nice? that shit would piss me off, you should go say something."

despite the two looking identical, they were polar opposites. youngmi was a quiet, calm person. though she never took shit from anyone, she'd much prefer to just stay out of drama and things she could simply just avoid. yejun was not that person at all.

"it's not that it bothers me that bad to have to say something. if it does as time goes on, then i will." that was likely a lie. she had no intent on ever saying a word, especially after the encounter she had with him just the day before.

the taller decided he didn't care enough to carry the conversation as they went back to watching the movie in silence. they got immersed in the comedy film displayed and youngmi hadn't heard her phone buzzing until she looked over to see countless messages from none other than the girl she knew as sunny.

"leave," she said after reading through each message.

yejuns head perked up. "hm?"

"leave. i'm going out with a friend." the girl gushed, jumping up from her seat and running to the bathroom as she took her hair out of the knotted bun.

"you're just gonna kick me out?" the other shouted.

"yes! get out!"

she could hear a chuckle of disbelief from her twin as he quickly yelled a goodbye before leaving. youngmi brushed her hair as fast as she could, seething in pain at her scalp being yanked at but didn't stop until she was done. once hardly satisfied with her hair, realizing it wouldn't get any better, she moved to her bedroom and snatched pieces of random clothing items from her closet to throw on.

her pants were halfway on when she heard a knock from the door, immediately knowing it was sunny. "shit." she buttoned and zipped her jeans and smoothed out the t-shirt she threw on, running fingers through her hair to make it look like actually did something. she glanced at her makeup bag before deciding she'd rather not fuck up her face by rushing, and went bare-faced.

youngmi opened the door breathless and even a little dizzy, but sunny seemed to not have noticed her slightly panicked state when she looked up with a huge smile and practically dragged youngmi out of her place.

"i'm so glad you were free, i wasn't kidding when i said i like you. you drink, right?"

youngmi, who barely had time to process what was even going on, nodded eagerly. actually, she wasn't a big drinker at all. she hated the taste of alcohol and hated herself under the infuence even more.

before she knew it they were outside in front of an uber, sunny opening the door for youngmi as they stepped inside. "are you good with going out to a bar with some friends? you'll love them, i promise."

"yeah, of course," the girl reassured.

youngmi stepped into the bar with sunny with sweaty palms and a heavy chest. she started out quiet around the people she didn't know, but that soon changed when she started getting alcohol in her system.

it's not that they were pressuring her into drinking whatsoever. she was more so pressuring herself and wanting to seem cool by drinking more than she knew she could handle, and since these people have never seen her drunk themselves, they didn't know better than to encourage it.

youngmi learned that the five were inseperable in highshool, and it carried out in their early adult years. she could tell easily by the way they interacted and cracked endless inside jokes that she didn't understand, but was grateful they tried to fill her in on what it meant.

"are you okay?" sunny laughed loudly, watching as youngmi sunk into her seat with a goofy smile on her face.

youngmi nodded, humming. "i'm great."

it was easy to say the friends were loving it. she learned their names were eric, soobin, yeji, and winter who was a year younger than the rest. drunk youngmi found it hilarious how she and sunny were named after a season and the weather you'd describe in the summertime.

"it suits you, you know? like yeah. she's definitely a winter." she smiled, leaning her elbow on the table with a grin not leaving her face.

winter and yeji leaned into each other in fits of laughter. "she's so cute."

"okay, it's getting late and i have work in the morning." sunny announced once everyone had calmed down, them nodding in agreement feeling as if they'd also drank enough and it was time to go home.

"you ready?" she asked youngmi, but the girl was already sitting up from her seat.

the group said their goodbyes and made sure everyone was getting home safely, soobin being the designated driver for the other three and even offered sunny and youngmi a ride home, the two politely declining before she called another uber.

the girl could hardly stay awake in the ride, the bumps in the road making her feel slightly nauseous and got worried she was about to projectile vomit. luckily, she didn't and made it home safely.

"byeeee," she sang to sunny as she stepped out of the uber, the taller girl waving goodbye and still giggling at how funny youngmi was while drunk.

"goodnight!"

her legs trotted into the apartment building, the main floor being fully empty as it was already late in the night. the lights were dim and youngmis vision was still a bit blurry, as she found herself drunkenly and carefully stepping through the halls and into the elevator. her head felt like it was getting heavier and heavier and she kept having to stop herself from leaning into the walls and falling asleep standing up.

eyes barely open, she stepped out of the now open elevator doors and pulled her keys from her pocket and attempted to shove the key into the keyhole aimlessly.

"what the fuck?" she mumbled when the key wouldn't push inside, quickly growing irritated.

after trying another countless amount of times, she threw her head back in frustration before the sound of someone clearing their throat just next to her caused her to jump out of her skin.

"wrong room."

youngmi almost couldn't recognize the voice, but she didn't have to turn around to know who was standing there. still, her heart dropped right to her stomach as she lifted her head to see she was standing in front of the room numbered 37 instead of 38. "fuck."

haechan couldn't help a small smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth as he watched youngmi take a walk of shame to her door, noticing how her cheeks appeared to be red and her walk was stumbled. "are you drunk?"

"why do you care?" she muttered, holding the key to the now correct keyhole.

haechans eyebrows raised in shock, but not saying anything and watched even longer as youngmi continuously missed the key in the right spot. she fiddled with it over and over again, but just couldn't seem to get it right.

the boy grew annoyed and huffed lightly, reaching out to grab the key from her hands. "let me do it."

she quickly snatched her hand away before he could do so. "i got it. i got it."

the now raised eyebrow expression from the boy next door turned into a frown of utter confusion as he pulled his hands away and sucked his teeth. "whatever."

although youngmi definitely started it this time, she felt even more annoyed with haechan when she heard him unlock the door to his own apartment and slam it back shut. she thought, how rude and disrespectful is it to play music loud enough for the entire hallway hear, then get mad when someone gives him the same energy? tsk.

"douche," she whispered as she finally managed open the door to her place and get inside. it was definitely the alcohol talking at this point. maybe he was just having a bad day the first time she came face to face with him, and now she was suddenly feeling bad for-

no. he was rude first and she was simply returning the favor.

right?

youngmis arm flopped over to her bedside table, snatching her phone from it and opened her eyes halfway to see where the sound was coming from. she huffed loudly at yangyangs name displayed on her screen, not wanting to answer but knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did. so, she pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.

"hello?" she mumbled into her phone with a groggy voice.

"where the fuck are you?" the boy cursed on the other line.

youngmi groaned quietly, slightly pulling the device away from her ear. "stop yelling, my head hurts."

"bitch, you're late for work and you know how much i hate being here alone."

"hm?" still dazed and confused, the girl took a minute to process what she'd just heard before her eyes shot open and she groaned again, this time louder and more at herself than yangyang. "i slept in on accident, sorry. i'll be there soon."

not giving him a chance to respond, youngmi jumped from her bed with the clothes from the night before still on her body as she ran to the bathroom. this is exactly what i get for drinking more than i can handle.

the toothpaste almost missed her toothbrush as she brought it up to her mouth and scrubbed her teeth like her life depended on it. sure she wouldn't be as late to work, but now at the cost of gum disease. she quickly finished up her routine and was out the door on her way to work before she could even blink.

as she pulled up to the record store, yangyang seemed to have been glaring out the window with a slight headshake at the sight of her. he looked pissed but youngmi couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic reaction from him of her. her car keys dangled over her finger as she entered the place, cool air hugging her immediately over her bare legs barely covered by black shorts.

"you look like literal death." yangyang commented. "kun has no idea you're late by the way, you're welcome!"

youngmi sent a playful smile his way and ruffled his hair. "thank you!" as the boy went back to check out where he was supposed to be.

a huff left youngmis lips as she looked around the store for costumers to help when a somewhat familiar face came into sight. soobin, she thought, the same guy she was introduced to literally the night prior. she was still a little embarrassed about her behavior, so she got ready to twist around and pretend like she didn't see him, but he managed to spot her before she could.

a cute smile fell on his face and he lifted his hand with a small wave to greet her. not the girl definitely couldn't avoid him, so she thought to be polite and walk up to him herself. "soobin, right?"

"yeah, do you come here a lot?" he asked.

"i work here! so... yeah, i do." youngmi laughed awkwardly as her hand found its way onto her nape as a nervous habit.

soobins face fell into realization, "ah, okay. even better. this is literally my first time coming here, and even buying records, so i really have no idea what i'm doing."

the shorter nodded and glanced at the record in his hand. "well, you seem to be getting the hang of it already. prince, you listen to him a lot?"

"yeah! honestly i don't know much about music, and i wanna get into it more so i figured this was the best way to start. i liked him a lot as a kid."

"i wasn't big on him but he's incredible. i would've never guessed you're a prince kind of guy."

soobin chuckled lightly, "i've heard that a lot."

"i have to get back to work, so just take that up front. if you want, i can put away a pile of bands and stuff i think you'll like for next time you come back?" this was too generous. youngmis job was mainly to help people find what their looking for, so maybe this was her attempt at flirting.

the boys eyes lit up. "really? yes, definitely. i would love that, thank you."

youngmi nodded before walking away to another costumer who looked even more lost than soobin. it was only her second time speaking to the boy, but she couldn't stop thinking about the interaction for the rest of her shift. was it his laugh? his eyes? his hair?

later that night she sat on a facetime call with sunny while she ate dinner and sunny painted her nails. she was quickly learning that sunny is one of the easiest people to talk to about anything, and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. "so... is soobin like, single? by any chance?"

sunny gasped lightly as her eyebrows perked up, her eyes moving from her hand to the camera on her phone. "someones hot for soobin."

youngmi laughed, "no like, he seems super sweet and i don't know. he's fully my type. literally everything about him."

"he's single, babe. he is genuinely the sweetest guy ever, i'm glad you're going for him rather than eric."

"really? why?"

"one word. whore."

the two laughed together as youngmi chewed the food on her plate and sat in comfortable silence. after the sigh of a full stomach, she got ready to tell sunny she was gonna get ready for bed but the usual sound of haechans guitar broke the silence before she could.

she fought back a groan and didn't think sunny could hear it, but her head shot up again and she broke out into laughter. "holy shit. tell me that isn't who i think it is."

"mhm," the other hummed, "it's exactly who you think it is."

"you have full permission to go over there and beat his ass, i had to live with that for years so i know how fucking annoying it can be."

youngmi shook her head with a smile that hid her seethed teeth. "nope. it's all good."

"god, youngmi, it's only been a week and this place is a mess."

"it's not even that bad, you're only focusing on the bad parts."

youngmis mother had visited the apartment for the first time since picking it out months ago, her black heels clicking against the polished floor as she examined every single room for way too long. the woman turned back to her daughter with a sigh. "are you okay with everything so far? are your neighbors nice? do you have everything you need?"

the mention of neighbors made youngmis mind immediately shift to the boy in room 37, as that was the only one she really knew and against her will as well. "everything's good. i'm an independent woman."

her mom chuckled, "right, that's true. i'll head out now, call me if you need anything. i'm sure your dad will want to see this place soon so please clean up."

"you got it. bye." with a quick goodbye the woman left the place and youngmi decided to start immediately on cleaning up.

she gathered all the random pieces of clothing from around the place and shoved them into her bin of dirty laundry, making sure to pick up towels and such from the kitchen and bathroom. she then slipped on a random pair of shoes with the bin at her hip and headed out of the place and to the laundry room just down the hall, which she found very convenient.

she pushed open the door with her body and stepped inside with a huff, almost fully stopping in her tracks when she instantly made eye contact with none other than lee haechan. something about seeing him made her nerves go up, his aura being intimidating as is and his attitude didn't help, but he never paid her any mind as his eyes moved away.

he wasn't alone this time. a girl sat on a counter top in front of him, his hands at her waist as they conversed while small giggles left her mouth. youngmi couldn't understand what they were talking about, the sound of washers drowning out their voices and them talking significantly low made it impossible to hear.

either way, something about the way he whispered to her and her obnoxious giggling filling her ears even over the sound made her blood boil. and to put the cherry on top, they were right next to the only washer available.

the girl he spoke to twirled her long blonde hair between her finger tips as haechan massaged his hand on her knee. youngmi placed her bin on a chair on the other side of the room, mindlessly digging through the dirty clothes as she waited for the two to leave. she found it so annoying how hard he seemed to be trying to look cool in front of this girl.

get a fucking room.

after a good five minutes, the pair still hadn't left the room and as much as she didn't want to, she had no other choice but to politely ask them to move.

"hey, this is the only free washer, could you guys maybe scootch over a little bit?" she asked nicely, a friendly grin over her lips.

"my clothes are in here." haechan replied, his face deadpanning as he looked her way, pointing to the washer and drier on the other side of them.

"right, but this is the only other open one in here, and her leg is halfway on top of it. i can't really open it like this." what she really wanted to say was, i don't feel like watching strangers practically dry hump as i do my laundry so please fucking move.

"why don't you just go to another floor?" the girl stepped in, her eyes scanning youngmis body with a frown on her face.

her face went blank, blinking in disbelief as the pair stared at her. her heart started pounding out of her chest, not wanting to make a scene but couldn't believe the conversation she was having. all she wanted to do was have clean clothes.

"why... would i do that when this room is on the same floor as my apartment...?"

haechan seemingly not wanting anything to do with youngmi anymore, brought the girl off the counter and left the room with one last glare, leaving youngmi embarrassed and frozen in her feet. just when she thought he couldn't get any worse.

her body still shaken from frustration and embarrassment, she angrily threw her clothes into the washer as she tried to forget about what just happened. as if her mind was being read, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out to see a call from sunny.

she clicked answer, holding the phone up to her ear. "hello?"

"hi-whoa. hello attitude, everything okay?"

youngmi sighed when she realized her tone came out more harsh than she wanted to. "i'm sorry, it's just..." she can't tell sunny that her brother was easily making life way more difficult than it needed to be. "nothing. sorry about that."

"all good, love. i was just wondering if you had any idea where my brother is seeing as i've been outside of this building for ten minutes now calling him nonstop, and he won't pick up. it's bad enough i have to be his uber, do i look like i have time to sit here and wait?"

youngmi just sat her phone down and listened to sunny rant, not interfering as she really sounded like she had lots to get off her chest. this went on for another minute before she abruptly stopped. "he's here, finally. i'll call you later!"

youngmi kept her promise of compiling a few records of artists she thought soobin would like, and yangyang found it hilarious. she gathered it as soon as possible and kept it stored away until she would see him again, which wasn't until a few days later.

"it feels wrong to give special attention to certain costumers," the boy teased, youngmi not even getting 5 whole minutes to herself before he was starting again.

the brunette didn't turn to look at him as she organized cds placed neatly on a shelf. "you would understand if you actually talked to women other than me and your mom."

yangyang gasped dramatically, "i do! you wouldn't know because-oh shit, look who just walked in."

youngmi curiously lifted her head in the direction of the doors, watching as soobin walked in and hugged the place with his charming aura. it was almost embarrassing how quickly her heartrate sped up at the sight of him, having only known him for a week and wanted to run and hide. their eyes caught each other too abruptly as he seemed to have been looking for her.

"in this house, i say no to third-wheeling," was the last thing yangyang said before strutting away. usually youngmi would laugh at his stupid remarks, but soobin found his way to her before she could.

"hi! i-i wasn't expecting to see you today, but i have your records ready."

he smiled. "i actually wanted to come way earlier than today but i didn't wanna seem too eager."

eager? eager?! as in, he wants to see me just as much as i want to see him? "it's all good, you can come here whenever you want."

"i'm kind of in a rush so i can't stay for long, but erics throwing a party tonight and i know it's a little short notice but would you wanna come? i'm sure sunny was gonna ask you eventually but i kinda wanted to beat her to it." he scratched his nape, suddenly feeling shy.

the girl didn't even take a lot of time to consider whether or not she wanted to go. though she wasn't really a party person, not only was he asking her, but she seemed to be making friends quicker than usual. "yeah, definitely!"

"really? great, i'll give you my number so i can text you the address."

youngmi briskly pulled out her phone and opened the contacts app, handing it to soobin as he typed in his number quickly before handing it back. he was able to get a look at the time in the process, and realized he really needed to go, as much as he didn't want to. so, youngmi escorted him to the front where she grabbed the records she set aside for him and he quickly cashed out before saying goodbye and leaving.

yangyang wasted no time going back to teasing her. "you're drooling a little bit."

ignoring his words, the shorter turned her body and placed a hand on his shoulder. "wanna go to a party?"

as soobin predicted, sunny did end up inviting youngmi to the party later that night and apologized for it being such late notice, but once youngmi explained that soobin had beat her to it, she sent endless smirk emojis to her phone. she then asked if it was okay for her to bring a friend and sunny replied with 'of courseeee! you can bring 10 friends if you want to.' unfortunately for the younger, she barely had 1 friend let alone 10.

as she hardly went to parties, youngmi took her sweet time getting ready and started the process hours before she had to leave the house to ensure she had enough time. she flat-ironed her dark hair until it was pin straight, pinned her bangs while she did her makeup so they would fall perfectly against her forehead later.

she silently thanked herself for going into work barefaced, getting to start with a blank canvas to do whatever she wanted. after almost poking her eye out multiple times, she managed to perfect two small wings on each eye that weren't identical, but she eventually got to lazy to make them that way so she settled with sisters and not twins. her final step was a dark burgundy lip, pressing her lips together to create a 'pop' sound while she let her bangs down.

the girl was fully convinced absolutely nothing in her closet was party worthy, but knew she had to choose something, and went with an oversized gray 'kiss' t-shirt she snagged from a thrift store years ago, with black shorts with black converse high-tops.

a sigh left her mouth as she nodded with satisfaction at herself in her mirror. "cute. good enough." then finally, she snatched her phone and keys from the table and was out the door.

both soobin and sunny offered rides, but youngmi rejected as she had to pick up yangyang anyways and the two of them would've been able to leave whenever they felt like it. the faint sound of the neighbourhood played on the radio as she took the short drive to his house, humming to the song as she pulled up to his house where he was already outside waiting.

he practically skipped over to her car, opening the passenger door with a grin on his face. "why are you so giddy?"

"because i'm gonna get drunk."

rolling her eyes with a chuckle, youngmi punched in the address given to her by soobin and they were off. it being the middle of summer, the weather was at its hottest and the sun didn't begin setting until about 8 pm. wind blew through the pairs hair, yangyangs arm dangling out the window as they took the short drive to their destination.

as expected, there was already so many people. youngmi tried not to grow nervous as she had her best friend at her side and was about to go inside to meet more friends, so she inhaled in a breath and exhaled for as long as she could.

she unbuckled her seat belt before turning her head to the boy. "ready?"

he didn't hesitate nodding his head with a hum as the two stepped out of the car. muffled music could be heard from the outside and silhouettes of moving bodies were seen through the windows. youngmi didn't realize she'd been slouching her body when yangyang nudged her and snapped her out of her nervous habit.

"why so scared? come on." it was almost guaranteed that he would know absolutely no one at this party, but he for some reason seemed intoxicated with adrenaline as he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her through the doors.

to their surprise, youngmi was immediately greeted by sunny, as if she'd been waiting. her arms wrapped around her neck with a smile on her face before pulling away. "you came!" she exclaimed before looking at yangyang. "hi, i'm sunny, nice to meet you."

"i'm..." the boys face went blank, as it usually did in front of pretty women. youngmi couldn't help a laugh escape her lips, it now being her turn to nudge him. "yangyang. i'm yangyang."

just behind sunny watching the interactions go down was soobin, youngmis eyes landing on him while his her. his eyebrows perked up, giving her a look that said 'lets walk away.' so he held out his hand for her to grab as he lead her through the crowd, sunny and yangyang already in their own world and not even noticing them walk away.

"do you go to parties a lot?" soobin asked, leaning his head into the girl so she could hear over the music.

she then leaned into him, shrugging. "not really, honestly. but i trust you and sunny."

he smiled. "good." the two stopped in front of the group she met at the bar, winters and yejis face lighting up at the girl.

"youngmi!" winter beamed, the two pulling her into a group hug before releasing. "i was hoping i'd see you here. where's sunny?"

"i brought my best friend and i guess she took an interest in him," youngmi laughed, nodding her head back to signal she was somewhere amongst the crowd. the pairs face went into 'o' as they made faces at each other.

"do you want a drink?" soobin again said to her, his lips close to her ear. youngmi nodded with a smile, too flustered to fully look at him before he walked away.

"is that lee jeno?" yeji spoke up, the four of them turning their heads in the same direction she did.

youngmi admittedly had no idea who that was, but she felt awkward not also looking. eric made a sound of realization before a laugh. "my twin!"

"youngmi, you haven't met haechan and them yet, have you?" yeji asked her, the tone in her voice sounding a bit as if she was hoping youngmi would say no.

"i've met haechan. i don't know who the rest are."

"good. don't. they're trouble."

"you're saying it can get worse than haechan?" she questioned, being fully serious as the thought of an entire friend group of guys just like haechan seemed like hell. the two laughed, youngmi not really understanding the joke as it was a genuine question.

"i just love you. but yeah, it can, and its them. they're not... awful. just obnoxious, immature, loud. not the type of people i enjoy being around, you know?" winter explained. "you know haechan, but that's jeno right there. honestly, he's the least annoying of the four, and he's crazy attractive. i do always think he's hiding behind a façade because there's no way someone that calm hangs out with people like them."

"that's na jaemin, pretty face but shitty personality. womanizer. loud. the literal worst, i can't stand him. and finally, the one and only huang renjun. he's a little scary, not gonna lie, but overall a huge dick and i would slurp jeans through a straw before i ever willingly had a conversation with him."

holy shit, youngmi thought, it really can get worse. "that's... interesting." she didn't know what else to say. she hated judging people based off of someone else's words, but they seemed like the complete opposite of the type of people she wants to surround herself with.

now she knew one thing, stay as far away from those four as possible.

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part 3

#nct #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan #enemies to lovers #nct fanfic #haechan fluff #nct dream fluff #nct texts

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ginnyw-potter · 1 year

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In his arms

Harry could not stand to see the devastation of losing a brother, a son. The way the Weasleys pulled themselves out of bed, exhausted and set themselves to work around the house just to keep going.

He could not make Fred return, and he could not fix the hurt but he'd still try to help them in some way. He helped Mrs Weasley clean all the crockery that had garnered dust in their absence. He played chess with Ron and chatted about how he'd win next time. He helped Mr Weasley close up the gnome holes that were bigger than ever. He talked to Percy about new regulations being passed. He discussed their heist in Gringotts with Bill. He helped George sort through paperwork. He told Charlie where to find the escaped Gringotts dragon.

Ginny wasn't doing anything at all, lying on her bed, staring at the wall.

"Everyone is keeping busy to avoid thinking… and you lie here stuck in your own thoughts," Harry said as he stepped into her room.

Her hazel eyes turned to him. "I don't mind it so much when I know they're my own thoughts.".

Harry stepped closer to her. "I haven't had my thoughts to myself in a long time."

Ginny patted the spot beside her. "You should try it out sometime."

"I think Percy may need-"

"You always do that. When you're upset or sad… you go around seeking out others to focus on instead of yourself," she said softly.

"I don't…" he trailed off when Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Maybe a little."

"Come here."

He nodded and kicked his shoes off before getting onto the bed, facing her. It was silent for a minute as they looked at each other.

"And?" Ginny asked.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think I'm doing this right, all I think of is you."

Ginny smiled and reached out to take his glasses off and put them aside. "Close your eyes."

Harry did as she said. After a while, the thoughts of Ginny simmered down but he didn't particularly like it. Too many feelings rose up, entirely his own for the first time, and he lay there with them.

"How's that?" Ginny asked softly.

Harry kept his eyes closed. "I don't know. I'm starting to think my temper is not nearly as bad as I thought."

"I know that," she said softly.

He opened his eyes again and looked at her. "Do you?"

"I can tell the difference between the actual upset and … whatever came on top of that."

"I'm not enjoying the rest of it though, it hurts."

Ginny placed a hand on his chest right by his heart. "Here?"

He nodded.

She smiled. "It'll get better. It only hurts there because you're so capable of love for the people around you. It's what sets you apart … from him."

Harry's hand covered hers on his chest. "I'm not sure if I like it all that much."

"You're not supposed to." Her eyes watered slightly.

"I was supposed to help you, not the other way around," Harry muttered.

"Trust me, you're helping," she said.

"Am I?"

She nodded. "Some of my hurt in here" — her hand touched her own chest — "goes away when you're here."

"Can I make it better?" Harry said but then he had already started pulling her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her to his chest.

She wrapped an arm around his waist as she snuggled against him. "That works for me."

They fell silent for a moment until Ginny spoke. "If I lay here any longer, I'll fall asleep, you're comfy."

"I'm glad to be of help, go ahead and sleep."

Ginny curled into him even more, her face pressed against his chest and closed her eyes. He watched silently as she dozed off in his arms for the first time. He decided he wanted her to sleep in his arms for as long as she'd let him.

#hinny #fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #after the battle

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lashysdomain · 3 months

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Scopaesthesia

tw for stalking

Arms stretched over her head Niriol leaves the corner store, a few bags in one hand from the late night snack run. She'd forgotten to shop the night before and it's too close to dawn for her to go for a proper trip.

Hitting the button on her fob Niri doesn't pay much mind when she doesn't hear the thunk of a car unlocking, simply opening the driver side door and climbing in. She probably forgot to lock it is the only thought that crosses her mind as her bags are set into the footwell of the adjoining seat. Time to get home before she falls asleep in the parking lot.

Pulling out of the parking lot it's a short uneventful drive back to her home. The unfamiliar music playing from her sound system strikes her as having some very strange composition, what with the odd shifting noises interspersed with the rest of the instrumental. It was a new station she'd picked out on the way over to keep her awake and one she'll change once back home it seems.

Once the violets car is pulled into her garage she steps out, pulling the bags with her so she won't have to go to the other side. Normally she'd close the garage door, but this morning is meant to be mild and there's no real reason for it when the weather isn't bad. Better to air out the dank smell of the concrete box.

Stepping up to the side door of her home the faint metallic thunk behind her makes her turn. It takes a moment or two for her to realize what the noise is, her heart skipping a beat seeing the far back seat door of her car ajar, closing a moment after she notices.

Swallowing hard she glances down to her hands, currently fumbling quicker with her various keys to find the one that matches the door behind her. Staring out into the garage isn't helping, she can't tell just by feel....

She looks down to try and find the right key as quickly as possible after realizing telling by feel is futile. Immediately she regrets it, the scuffing of shoes running snapping her attention up just in time to see the individual clad in blue rushing for her, their hands slamming beside her head against the door. They're considerably taller than her 5'3" stature causing her to shrink down in reflex, fins flicking back as her nerves begin to set in further.

"Hi! Niriol! I know it's like, reaaally kind of Not Cool to spring up on creators like this but you're going to have to forgive me, okay? I just, I have this new idea you see. I think you could pull it off really well, and you've not been messaging me back on Chitter, so I figured I'd, like, come tell you in person!"

An idea....? Usually Niri would gladly listen to any suggestions unless they were unreasonable.... There's not anyone lately that she'd had to tell no to.... Unless someone else had filtered their messages entirely from her...

Oh no.

"You're..."

"WingedBinger, yeah! I've been trying to get you to reply back to me for like half a sweep at this point! You can understand why I'm here now, right? Our first conversation was great! You were so sweet, you really seemed lovely! I-I've come up with new ideas, though! It's not the same one you said no to before!"

"I'm... Sorry I don't... Do the kind of shoots you've mentioned..."

"But you could! I could be the photographer if that's the issue! You're like really pretty, you could make a lot of people happy by doing more! For your fans!"

Sure Niriol got the occasional person who would wish she would wear things that were more revealing, but this person... They'd been trying to pressure her into that sort of content for the better part of a sweep now, using various alt accounts to get around her initial block, always insisting that they'd be willing to take the pictures. One of her mods was assigned to filter through her messages on her main platforms, while others had them turned off to avoid the spam.

"I... Appreciate the feedback, but I'm not comfortable-"

"It's for your fans! You say you'd do anything for them, don't you? Come on, lets go inside, I can show you how cool it'll be!"

Niri's blood runs cold feeling the keys pulled from her hands and an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her flush into this strangers body. They're trying each key so casually to try and get into her home when something thunks into the frame of the door, a large rock having whizzed past the pair of them.

"Hey, cunt, I don't think the lady wants your attention. Do me a favor and fuck off."

The figure stalking her way through the garage door isn't entirely unfamiliar to Niriol, though the pair have never met in person. Gold and white heterochromia, short hair with straight bangs, platform boots that bring her to just over 6 feet tall; that's Kheron's friend.

"Let her go, or I'll find something to bash your skull in."

The cold confidence of Vayuya's voice sends a chill down Niri's spine and makes the blue blood pause, grip loosening just enough for her to make a break for it, running over to the tall woman's side. Vayu's hand is laid on Niri's head as she hides in an attempt to calm the terrified woman.

"Drop the keys, walk away, and don't look back."

"We were just ta-"

"You were breaking into her home. Don't think your shrill voice couldn't be heard outside. Get lost."

They fumble for an excuse, not finding one that she seems to even entertain, they chuck the keys at Vayu before running past her; despite the keys being thrown the gold blood takes the full impact of them to her face, barely flinching and making sure that she stays between the stranger and the terrified seadweller.

"Close the garage."

Vayu commands after the stranger clears the door, Niriol running over to the panel on the wall to do so with the gold blood close behind.

"I kept telling Kheron this would happen... You need to grow a backbone, damn it..."

She scoffs, waiting for the door to be fully closed before leaving Niri's side so she can pick up the discarded keys.

"Here. Get yourself inside and make sure everything else is locked. Windows included."

"Th... Thank you, Vayuya..."

".... Yeah."

"You should come in... The sun's nearly up."

She pauses, debating Niriol's offer and how much she dislikes being in other peoples spaces and not her own. Her place would be another 40 minute walk, and this girl could use someone who's perhaps a bit hyper paranoid to make sure her place is safe....

"Fine.... I'm gonna text Kheron, let him know what happened."

"... Do you have to?"

"Legally? No. Morally, also no, but I'm going to."

The violet blood nods not at all looking forward to the conversation that might follow Kheron finding out about all this, finally finding the right key to let the pair into her home. At least with Vayuya around Niri doubts that person will be back tonight.

#niriol #niriol writing #drabble #niriol rp #hiding the other person deeper into the tags oooooo #vayuya #vayuya rp #vayuya writing #stalking

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