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-> play no games | paige b.
paige b. x black!masc!fem!reader
genre: suggestive, flirty, back and forth
summary: when you entered the transfer portal, it was all anyone could talk about. when it came to the light that you were choosing paige’s rival, it somehow made her want you even more.
warnings: blood tw, mentions of vomiting, curse words, argumentative/tense moments
authors note: loosely edited & proof read - apologizes in advance and will be done soon :)
you took it in stride and found a rhythm in the middle of the third quarter, finally beginning to feel like yourself. your teammates were communicating and taking chances on possessions, creating more turnover opportunities and creating space for you to score. you called out to your teammate to watch for paige coming up from the middle as you recognized the play as it was unfolding. your teammate wasn’t paying attention so you ran towards paige yourself, hoping you could stop her before she went on a another hot streak. if she began scoring consistently, all the momentum would be lost.
in the midst of the play, someone knocked the ball out of her hands and it sent both of you diving to get possession of it. you were certain you had more space but you were wrong. you and paige collided with each other awkwardly, leaving you sprawled on your back and she fell on top of you. instinctively you caught her to keep her own head hitting the floor. you couldn’t help but wince at the force of her body weight flipping onto your own.
“fuck, man.” you choked out and the hot taste of blood filled your mouth. you either busted your lip completely took a chunk out of your cheek. you weren’t able to draw any conclusions as your focus was entirely on trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you and how paige’s body felt flushed against yours.
“oh god, i’m so sorry.” paige said weakly, pushing her self off of you. you thought she looked cute as she panicked and you gave a reassuring smile, which she caught but turned away from. you felt the familiar throbbing sensation begin creeping up the back of your head - a concussion. you’d been told too many times that since you suffered from two serious concussions back to back, that you had to be more careful. there was nothing careful about the way you played basketball. you weren’t reckless, you constantly argued. you were intentionally strong and defensive in your game - no one could get past you. it was what you got scouted to begin with and that wasn’t going to change - never changed for anyone.
paige couldn’t believe her eyes and she was actually embarrassed by the whole ordeal - it was an unfortunate and overly dramatic accident but it warranted the crowd to go absolute insane against you. it’s not her fault, she thought. paige felt unsettled as she scanned your face for a moment, unsure of what to do. you clearly took a rough fall. she found herself standing quickly to help you up, her eyes widened at the trickle of blood on streaming down your face and on your jersey. she was surprised that you took the hand she offered and pulled yourself off the ground. you locked your fingers over your head, titled it backwards and took in a gulp of air.
you bent over for a moment and looked up to find a disgruntled paige standing in front of you, not bearing any weight on her knee - her previous injured knee. she looked like she was going to vomit at any second.
“you need to sit down, right now.” you ordered, not giving her a chance to speak. you wrapped an arm around her midsection, slowly helping her to the floor. “put your head down and breathe.” she put her head between her knees and did as she was told but it was obvious there was still panic rising up into her chest.
“you’re okay, it’s going to be okay.” you calmly repeated. the referees called for a timeout and both teams’ trainers were half-way across the floor before the whistle was even finished. you didn’t leave her side even as the trainers surrounded her and began badgering her with questions - one trying to get you as well, but you brushed them off. you could feel her teammates crowding around to get a look paige. you ignored the murmurings from the other girls making slick comments and focused your attention on paige. she nodded yes or no to each question the trainer asked and before she could, she turned her head to look at you.
“you’re bleeding.” she said, just now noticing the blood trickling down you chin.
" 's ok." you assured her and you stroked her back tenderly to give her more comforting physical feeling to focus on. between the hisses of pain she let out when her trainer moved her leg and the scorching jolt of dizziness clouding you, you knew it was over for you both - you both were going to pulled from the game. you’d came to terms with your issues on your own time but now, all your focus, was on paige.
paige couldn’t think straight with the trainers talking to her, the aching pain in her knee, and you rubbing her back so gently. you were around her age, tatted, with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine and a voice so velvety smooth it put anyone in a trance and it had her in shambles. the feeling of you beside her and encouraging her was just as intense emotionally as it was physically. she had a crush on you. she always did.
then.
“i think she’s in for a rude awakening once she steps into this conference.”
“you know people’s attitudes and egos proceed them and i don’t doubt that she will warm up to people as time goes on.”
“she’s got the mentality of detroit pistons, the whole bad boys era, from the tattoos to her style. i love it. i mean when was the last time we saw a black girl, a woman, point blank period, be the type of player she is without forcing it?”
“she’s arrogant man, i don’t like it.” the final pundit said before the clip switched over to you sitting at a presser after you decided to enter the transfer portal. no one could really put a finger on what team you would join.
“what do you think of people saying that you aren’t as big of a threat as you portray yourself to be?”
“i don’t.”
“pardon?” the journalist asked.
“i don’t think of any of those girls at all. just here to play basketball.” your gaze was unwavering and it caused the journalist to ramble in clear discomfort.
“how do you feel about the recent media coverage where teams have said that you didn’t necessarily fit the likeness of their team?” the next journalist prodded.
“honestly, whether i play for them or against them - they can’t stop me from being myself.” you said with a straight face. paige’s heart thumped twice as hard and she propped herself up on her elbows to get a clearer view of the screen - as if that would change what she just heard. after that day, she checked your Instagram on a regular basis, hoping to get a glimpse of your heavily guarded life. she was too scared to follow you so she opted for looking at your socials from her personal, private account for friends and family.
now.
paige’s team followed her lead across the court back to the respective dressing rooms, crossing paths with the south carolina players. whereas everyone else intermingled and made small talk, kk and a player from your squad started to go at it. paige immediately came to kk’s defense which seemed to spark your interest. your demeanor changed from calm to deadly in a second - you weren’t aggressive as all the pundits made you out to be, but you were protective and threatening. you made good on your promises when it came to dealing with your teammates.
“yo, kk chill.” paige said and she pushed kk away gently. the last thing this game needed was technical fouls after such a disastrous first half. kk was jawing away at the other girl who was not being held back by you at all, but she as simply being blocked by your stance in front of her. you didn’t say a word but you locked eyes with paige as a warning, begging for kk to test her, to try it - but beneath the fierce gaze, you were silently pleading to her to get the situation under control.
once the situation was settled, you passed paige and you met her curious eyes and held her gaze making her cheeks flood with heat. she couldn’t help but drop her head to stare and the floor. she greeted a few fans and tried to shake it off the tense energy. you were following behind her on orders to go the uconn doctor and not you own. she let her curiosity get the best of her and her eyes went back to you - where you were a few steps behind, your eyes locked on her with blood still trickling down your face. there was a bit of it on your lip and you used your tattooed fingers to wipe at it, your eyes never leaving hers.
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“i’m sorry about all that, out there.” paige had finally mustered up the nerve to say something to you. you say beside her on one of the rehab table. you were allowed to lay down so you sat upright with your head tilted back on the head rest, your eyes closed. you open your eyes and turned your head with confusion.
“stop apologizing, shit happens.” you said and returned to previous position.
“yeah but the fans were being assholes and kk, ugh, kk has this temper…” she began to over explain and you raised a hand to stop her.
“that just the game mamas,” you turned your head once more and smiled at her, “and I don’t know who you but I fucking hate when people play it safe. we aren’t here to look cute. we’re here to ball and i don’t mind a bit of physicality.” paige laughed at your statement.
“you ain’t minding it because you’re ass is strong as hell.” she countered and motioned to your body. “seriously how much do you lift?”
“how many days or what’s my pr?” you asked for clarification.
“see. that’s all i need to hear.” paige laughed and you laughed along with her.
“but seriously, don’t sweat it. you’re one of the best ballers out right now.”
“thanks, ‘ppreciate it.” she said with a small smile.
“i was about to light your ass up though. you got lucky.” you teased and you saw her blush but she countered back with a jab of her own.
“whatever you say mamas.” she teased back b
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“how did the altercation with bueckers change the game?” the journalist asked, “was there any issues? everyone is curious about what happened when you guys went to the doctor.”
you cleared your throat and leaned back in your seat, your legs spread, moving in and out. a bad habit but it helped answer the badgering questions.
“everything was cool. there’s no issues.”
“what about the altercation?”
“there’s no reason to continue to bring it up.”
“the team seemed tense after you left the floor, they look to you for guidance due to being a transfer player who came from a different type of ball.”
“they weren’t tense. they were locked in, competitive. don’t discredit them with as if they can’t handle playing without me and i think paige can attest to this - we aren’t the only two people on these teams. they are more than capable of playing and winning. just like we did tonight and will continue to do when we play uconn.”
“what did you and paige discuss?”
“that stays between us.” you deadpanned and the journalist seemed to deflate. “but i will say that paige is one of my favorite players. i watched her a lot when i was in d3 before, she’s the kind of person you want in your life for more than just ball. she’s cool.”
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twitter | x
paigefan1: am i tripping or did paige blush when the journalist mention what y/n said about her after the game
paigefan2: not blondie having a cruuuushhh
paigefan1: honestly how could she not, y/n is fine as hell
paigefan3: it’s giving enemies to lovers type shit
paigefan1: and she’s in her comments too 🤫
paigefan2: what? where?!
paigefan1: on y/n’s last post.
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yn.official: my girls had to walk em like a dog, without me. never letting up, we going back to back 🤞🏽
southcarolinawbb: period
paigefan1: no, paige i really get it
paigefan2: hate south carolina but damn
teammate1: can’t touch you on their best day
teammate2: my favorite sushi without me
yn.official replied: you too busy for me these days
paigebueckers: we ready for you
yn.official replied: you not ready for me tho 🫢
paigefan3: oh paige is down BAD
#paige bueckers#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers blurb#uconn wbb
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Tridental regicide,
I won't hesitate to kill my Heart and Mind.
MY 300 FOLLOWER DTIYS IS FINALLY HERE!! Info and alt versions below the cut!!
Helloo!! I hit 300 followers a good while ago now but I'm only getting to the DTIYS now lmao. About half of those were ninjago followers, and the other half were chonny jash followers, so I was gonna do a sort of mix between the two fandoms, but just decided on plain old HMS, sorry!!
If anybody at all entered I'd be honoured :] because last time I did this I only got one (admittedly amazing) entry lol.
> also this took me thirteen hours jfc. I haven't spent this long on a drawing for monthssss.
Here's some notes if you plan to join!!:
You can use any iteration of any HMS designs, it doesn't have to be my ones.
But by all means, if you do wanna use mine/my colour schemes, there's some clearer images below.
The text in the background says "Tridential Regicide". It'd be nice if you included it!!
What the entry does have to have is Heart, Mind, and Soul, with Soul threatening the other two.
I once saw someone enter a dtiys by making a plushie lmao??? So just gonna put down that ur entry can be whatever
If you have any questions or wanna extend the deadline, send me an ask.
Feel free to change any details not mentioned, or the poses that they're in.
Tag me in any submission!
Use the tag #donniesDTIYS300
Prizes (??) and deadline:
The deadline will be (checks watch) two months from now, so, the 14th of July.
Again, if anyone needs more time for an entry they wanna do just send an ask.
Uhhh I have no idea how many people will actually enter, and I've never actually drawn DTIYS prizes.
So I suppose I'll go with the standard??
1st (chosen by me) fully rendered drawing of any character or OC.
2nd, just coloured in drawing of any character or OC.
3rd, doodle or lineart of any character or OC.
(Keep in mind the characters have gotta be sfw though!)
Here are some other versions of the image:
Thanks for reading!! :D
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Can you write a thing where the reader is meeting Thomas Hewitt's family for the first time(can be like a victim he liked and decided not to kill or like the reader was met somewhere else), please?
Gender neutral reader, please!
This might be repetitive to other fanficitions, but okay!
Content: Thomas Hewitt x gn!Reader
Warnings: None
Notes: 98% intro, 2% Thomas LMAO also I wanted the reader to actually like her friends rather than just "I hate these people why did I come here ugh"
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Cramped in a van with four other people was not how you wanted to spend your summer. Your group had driven all the way from home and planned to go to Mexico for a vacation. As poor college students, none of you could really afford plane tickets, so this was the only other option. You just couldn't wait to get out of this van and start enjoying your summer break.
You were currently driving on a long stretch of road in bumfuck nowhere, Texas. The rest of your group was asleep behind you, draped over each other. Keeping an eye on the gas gauge, you realized you were low on gas. Internally panicking, you start searching for signs about gas stations, but you quickly realize that that probably wont happen.
But, as if something answered your prayers, an establishment began to make itself known in the distance. The closer you got the more you realized it was a gas station. A really old one, but a gas station nonetheless. Pulling into it and parking next to a pump, the sudden stop of the van made your friends wake up.
One of the girls, Laura, looked around and began to speak. "Where are we, (Y/n)?"
"Somewhere in Texas. I'm just going to get us some gas and then we'll be off." You answered, moving to get out of the car.
One of the guys, Todd, moved Laura's arm off of him. "I'll go with you, this seems like a shady place."
Appreciating your friends' precaution, you waited for him to get out first before heading inside the gas station with him. It was run down, and clearly had a lot of outdated knick knacks like newspapers. It smelled entirely of cigarette smoke and old wood.
"How many snacks are left in the bag?" Todd asked you quietly.
"Enough." You answered back, just as quiet.
"Go find some candy, I'll pay for the gas." Todd offered.
"You sure?"
"Positive. Let's just get out of here asap. I have a bad feeling." Todd moved towards the counter, where you noticed an old woman smoking a cigarette behind the register.
You moved through the different shelves, deciding what Laura, Todd, Evan and Terry would want. You weren't paying attention though and bumped into something massive. It felt like a brick wall and you moved back some before looking at what - or who - you bumped into.
It was a behemoth of a man, with dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and a dark mask over the lower half of his face. His shoulders broad - no, everything about him was broad. Everything sure was bigger in Texas.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You spoke to the man. "I won't bump into you again, my bad."
The man, Thomas, was not used to this behavior. If it were anyone else, they would have told him to watch where he was going. As he watched you survey the shelves past him, he decided to be nice back to you. He tapped your shoulder and expected you to slap him, but you just turned and looked at him.
Even your gaze was kind, albeit a bit wary. He held out his hand, in which was a couple candy bars. They were the last ones that hadn't gone bad, but you didn't need to know that.
"Oh! Thank you." You smiled and took them from his hand. "I don't think I caught your name, kind stranger."
Thomas tapped his throat and shook his head. You were confused for a second but got the hint. "Oh...you can't speak?"
Thomas nodded, but then remembered he had a notepad in his pocket. Pulling that out, he scribbled his name and shoved it in your face. You read it, and smiled. "My name is (Y/n)."
"(Y/n), c'mon, we're leaving." Todd yelled from the register, peeking around one of the shelves. "Who is that?"
"This is Thomas, I just met him." You smiled, walking over to Todd.
"Hi Thomas." Todd waved halfheartedly. "Well, c'mon, gas is paid for. We gotta go."
"Alright." You nodded, then turned to the behemoth of a man, knowing you'd likely never see him again. "It was nice meeting you, Thomas."
The old lady behind the register, Luda Mae, was going to be damned if you weren't part of Thomas' life. She would make sure you and Thomas meet again, even if by nefarious means.
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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!
#thomas hewitt x reader#slashers#slashers x reader#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt x y/n#thomas hewitt x you
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WIP Wednesday!
Hii! I'm sort of back. After finishing the RPF fic (which you can find on ao3) my brain refused to produce more words for a while and it didn't help that @brokenpartsmightfit was traveling and not being the amazing beta that she is. But here are some words for you!
Thank you so much for today's tags: @priincebutt @theprinceandagcd @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @blueeyedgrlwrites (and thank you for your help!)
@taste-thewaste @thesleepyskipper & @firenati0n You all have some delicious things cooking!!
Here's my snippet from the neighbours au! I'm not entirely happy with it but I've decided to share anyway. Sorry for any mistakes!
“This is an amethyst,” June explains unprompted about the, honestly very beautiful, purple crystal she’s holding in her hands, not bigger than her palm. “It’s a natural tranquilliser and it's known for relieving stress and anxiety.”
“Oh um–” Henry says a little hesitant because he doesn’t want to be disrespectful but he doesn’t know the first thing about crystals. “I’m not sure if I believe in these things?”
“And that’s totally okay! You don’t have to!” June walks backwards looking around Henry’s living room and finally sets the rock down on a bookshelf. “It’s just a pretty rock. If anyone asks, you can say a friend gave it to you as a decoration!”
“I don't have many visitors, mostly Alex.”
June oofs, “In that case I should get you a tourmaline for Alex’s weird vibes or maybe a milky quartz. I’ll ask my crystals girl.” She nods to herself.
“I don’t think it’ll be necessary, actually. Alex doesn’t bring odd um– vibes, as you put it. He’s usually very relaxed when he comes over.”
June and Nora give each other a look. Like they’re reading each other’s minds and then Nora cracks and starts laughing. “Are you hanging out with the same Alex as we are?”
“He’s a bundle of anxious energy and weird vibes.” June adds.
“Bueno, ya Catalina con las vibes de los demás. Suficiente.”
“No me digas Catalina, Gabriel.” June says through gritted teeth and flicks Alex’s ear. Alex flicks her right back. They glare at each other for a moment before June rolls her eyes and waves Alex away. The entire conversation is a tad ridiculous if Henry is honest, but it’s also very endearing and even while picking at each other, Henry can see the special bond between them. “Anyway, if you say Alex is chill then you’ll be fine with the amethyst.”
tags under the cut!
I’m tagging both people I want to see what they’re up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cricketnationrise @pridepages @clottedcreamfudge
@anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @lizzie-bennetdarcy @kiwiana-writes
@zwiazdziarka @bigassbowlingballhead @onward--upward @tailsbeth-writes @getmehighonmagic
@ninzied @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @14carrotghoul @eusuntgratie
@cha-melodius @itsmaybitheway @i-am-freyja as usual, sorry if you posted and I missed it and if you don't want to be tagged, let me know!
#rwrb#rwrb fic#wip wednesday#my fic#acd#alex claremont diaz#henry fox#red white and royal blue#firstprince#firstprince fanfiction#firstprince fic#neighbours!au
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Drop the post-Seine headcanons i dare you
(because i would love to read them)
Right so i was thinking about michael ball yesterday and his javert (ive been a fan of michael ball for a little while now so im biased and i like him, sorry to the haters but i do) an it gor me thinking abt a javert more aligned with His physique and i thought well. i already hc valjean puts on weight in MsurM because he comes into money and can afford to feed himself (he's known malnourishment and starvation, im sure he'd keep himself well-fed - not with huge banquets just with decent food. he's already a broad build because of his muscles but adding onto it definitely gives him that advantage just in case javert tried to overpower him. lol.) i also hc cosette to gain some weight after they move to paris... so i thought.. hey. surely valjean would be nagging at javert to keep his energy up and eat post-seine, especially after he's recovered and out and about .
I dont think he'd put on substantial weight immediately . i think it'd take him a while, probably once he's finally comfortable with everything, which is likely after he & valjean decide to make things official .
I also just like the idea of his hair getting greyer over that span of time. (i dont know how long exactly as im very bad at conceptualising time in my head LMFAO.) ..............and he grows his whiskers out. i love the idea of javert getting a job as like a librarian or something and the image of librarian javert with those huge grey whiskers is just too perfect an opportunity to pass up .
i'll probably end up making tweaks to this because so far this is all just from my own noggin and havent actually discussed with anyone so feel free to leave opinions or whatever i'd love to hear other people's headcanons .
#please excuse the inconsistent javert its so hard. but you can tell its the same guy so it doesnt really matter does it. cool anyway#les miserables#les mis#javert#valvert#i guess#byron art#ask byron#and this is just the physical headcanons ! i have more regarding other smaller changes
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Can I request an Alastor x reader where she is a newer sinner. Really nerdy, obsessed with history, fun facts, animal facts, and shy at first. Just says things randomly, like “did you know that if a cow has twins more often than not she abandons ones just rearranging things when bored, someone will come down to lobby in the middle of the night and there she is moving the couches at like 3am. Doesn’t think when she speaks when she sees Alastor in his overlord form just says something like “smash” before walking off. Kind of a this gives me conflicted feelings and made me learn something about myself I don’t think I should know. It can be smut or fluff I don’t mind! My friends just say I have adhd, never been tested, don’t wanna be lol, I just ramble when I get excited and talk too much or too loud when excited too. It’d be nice to see a reader like me :) thank you love! I’m trying not to ramble so I’m sorry if this all over the place!
Hehehe could be possible adhd but I’m also certain everyone has a touch of tism as well so you’re not alone hehehe.
(I too have undiagnosed adhd)
Typing this from my phone cause I’m scared to do it on my work computer😭 should have brought my iPad to work
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You had always been…different.
When you were alive you spent most of your time doing your hobbies or reading. You weren’t much of a social butterfly but did make the effort every once in a while. But people always treated you like you were an annoyance.
You were strange. Even by demon standards.
But you made a lovely addition to the Princess of Hell’s hotel.
You enjoyed being about to sprout random facts and have people actually be interested.
Animals, history, science you name it you randomly knew it.
You rambled during bonding excersies until you caught yourself yapping and instantly apologized.
You talked to yourself (having been caught in the act more than once)
Husk called you a loose screw but Angel found it charming. Charlie thought you were just the cutest.
And Alastor….
Well you definitely piqued his interest.
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You and Angel were having a “self care” day. Well Angel was. You were just happy to play in his fluff. Angel was telling you about the latest shoot he had to do and then the subject jumped to saying lives. “Oooh cmon toots don’t tell me no one’s were had the hots for that brain of yours” you pin curled his hair, “hmmmm not that I know of. Besides most people think I’m strange, wouldn’t want to scare the masses”
Angel rolled his eyes “well what about here at the hotel? Anyone catch yer fancy?”
You think about it but your mind comes to a blank. Nope you couldn’t in point who you would be the SLIGHTEST but interested in.
The sound of shoes met your ears and you turned to see Alastor entering the lobby. Your ear perked up and your eyes immediately locked in.
You would say you and Alastor were friends. The two of you had great conversations, he listened to your rambles and always told you facts of the time period when he was alive.
He wasn’t in his usual pristine attire. Instead of the polish look, he was dressed more casual. A white button up, rolled at his elbows, wearing dress pants and suspenders, he even didn’t have his gloves on.
He paid no mind to the two of you in the lobby, seemingly in his own world.
“Smash” you said tilting your head, causing Angel to burst out laughing and you blush when you realized you said that out loud.
Alastor turned around, eyebrows quirked “something amusing was said?”
You quickly shook your head while Angel chuckled “Our fact machine here thinks you’re hot*
Alastor blinked, his eyes settling on you.
You wanted to hide in the couch from embarrassment, but Alastor just took a sip of his coffee and began to walk from where he came. He got to the hallway door because pausing briefly, turning to look at you over his shoulder
“I suppose I would ‘smash’ you too dear”
Your cheeks burned and Angel choked as Alastor disappeared.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel fanfiction#jyoongim#alastor x reader#alastor x y/n#alastor the radio demon#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor fluff
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(I actually have a whole little fic that never saw the light of AO3 about James' reaction when he found out Reg took the Mark. Should I go ahead and edit and publish it? Would anyone even read it? Here's a snippet.)
Each snapshot gives him a slice of life he’ll never experience. Each image pokes holes into his heart with cruel understanding. Because deep down, James knows. He knows this isn’t real. That it can never be real.
Certain marks can never be scrubbed clean.
Regulus has made his choice.
And yet.
James hopes.
He’s not sure what alerts him to someone else’s presence. A quiet noise. A shift in the musty atmosphere. That unmistakable feeling of being watched. In a flash, James spins around to face the newcomer, but the moment he glimpses a familiar figure hovering in the doorway, all fight leaves his body. His muscles relax while his heart rate skyrockets.
“Um. Sorry. Didn’t expect to find anyone here. Definitely not you.”
James cocks his head to the side, studying Regulus but not bothering to respond. Not yet. He needs to sort through the jumble of his thoughts first, otherwise he’s going to blurt out something inappropriate. Something that will hurt them both again.
‘I still love you’ is the main contender.
#this whole fic is just painful#jegulus#jegulus angst#james potter#regulus black#starchaser#dead gay wizards#the marauders#my writing
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okay i know i dont make a lot of star wars posts because i'm terrified of the fandom. but i like to analyze my favorite characters to improve my writing and i came across something that i haven't heard anyone mention before and its so obvious that i'm losing my mind
(DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT READ THE ASCENDANCY SERIES (CANNOT AFFORD IT ATM), I AM NOT A PART OF THE FANDOM, I AM JUST A CASUAL ENJOYER WHO LIKES TO YAP. i have a basic idea of the plot but idk the specifics, im just going off of what i've seen in the base canon trilogy)
has anyone else noticed that Thrawn is actually insane. i mean that, for all intents and purposes Thrawn is mentally fucked up even before he joined the empire. it's just so well written because of how he acts and how he's not like Kylo or Anakin because he's not emotionally charged
okay so we meet Thrawn for the first time, yeah. we get some basic need-to-know stuff: cold, calculating, emotionally reserved, wicked smart, probably autistic, extremely patient. you get that he knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it, and over the course of the books you find out what it is.
which is where it starts. his only goal in life, what he literally says is the sole reason for his existence, is to protect the Ascendancy. but they have made it very clear that they do not want that because the shit he does goes against what they stand for, yet he still continues to do it. he even says that he doesn't expect their gratitude or permission. he fully intends to keep doing what he's doing even if they actively reject him. why? because it's his home, the only one that he's ever known. and he's completely unwilling to go and learn another one. because he is fucking insane
i love how Thrawn's mental state is written so much because it's not what you typically expect from insane characters and it's not even like he's trying to hide it under a facade. how he acts isn't a mask, that's just how he truly is, and his unhinged motives are just seamlessly connected to it with nothing to hide behind. its such a great and unique way to write a character and i think i should point that out (sorry to the people who followed for legend of zelda stuff lmao. my house)
#girls PLEASE I AM NOT A PART OF THIS FANDOM#I AM A CASUAL ENJOYER WHO LIKES TO YAP#i've heard horror stories about you guys i feel like im taking a huge risk posting this#star wars#star wars rebels#grand admiral thrawn#thrawn trilogy#thrawn#thrawn books#thrawn novels
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Betty White Vs. Eartha Kitt
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Betty White - (The Mary Tyler Moore Show, The Golden Girls, Life With Elizabeth) - I mean - does she really need an introduction? It's Betty White, people! The First Lady Of Television! What *hasn't* she done? She had an incredible career (in fact, she earned the Guinness World Record for the longest TV career by a female entertainer *twice*!) with an infinite list of successes - she won seven Emmys, three SAG awards, and even a Grammy. I personally know her best for her spectacular portrayal of Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, but she's played so many great characters in her long career. A lesser known but marvelously charming role is that of the titular character in Life With Elizabeth, a 1950s sitcom which she also co-produced at the age of *28*! She was also a great advocate for a number of causes - animal welfare, gay rights (she used to accompany her friend Liberace to events to help him avoid being outed as gay), and racial equality: she famously hired Arthur Duncan, a Black tap dancer, on one of her shows, and when threatened with going off-air if he wasn't fired, she just declared "He stays, live with it." She's the whole package - amazing actress (and comedienne and producer!), kind and hilarious, and of course - beautiful! Just look at her - that smile! Those eyes! That charm!! Watch her in action if you can (they're too long to link here, but entire episodes of Life With Elizabeth are on youtube!), but honestly - her pictures alone are enough to make me swoon!
Eartha Kitt - (Batman) - No text propaganda
Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket
Additional propaganda below the cut
Betty White:
Have you seen her?? Look me in the eyes and tell me that Betty White's smile doesn't have the power to turn anyone's heart to mush. She looks adorable one moment, and can come up with the most out of pocket lines the next (all while still looking innocent about it). People know her best as Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, of course, where she played the show's most naive character. But reportedly, Betty was actually the cleverest person on set. She didn't even have to learn her lines; reading the script once was enough for her, and she'd be able to remember any additional changes throughout the week without a problem. Which is pretty amazing if you ask me! Anyway, Betty is an icon. Her television career spanned seven (7!!!) decades, covering basically the entire tournament's time period (and then some!). She *almost* turned 100 and her outliving other celebrities was a Tumblr meme for ages. She had her own talkshow in the 1950s, for which she hired a female director, and had an African-American tap dancer (Arthur Duncan) as a regular cast member. When faced with criticism for the latter and the threat of being boycotted, Betty responded with "I'm sorry. Live with it" and gave Duncan *more* airtime. She was also the first woman to ever produce a sitcom (Life with Elizabeth) in which she played the lead, and looked absolutely stunning doing it. All in all: Betty was a badass, had a heart of gold, and she's absolutely stunning!
I think I might cry at how pretty she is honestly
that SMILE!!!
she's even pretty when she's not smiling... ahh...
some soft butch realness
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Hey there homie.
So, since you yourself asked for andy and leyley requests, could i please ask you for some general relationship headcanons for Ashley? Sorry if youve done them before, i used tumblr's tag searcher and that leaves out some posts (man screw this site)
Either way thanks for taking the time to read this, and hope you have a good day!
Ashley Graves Dating headcanons
•Congrats you've gotten yourself a girlfriend who's pretty much a low key yandere
•When you first approached her she thought you were just trying to get close her for her brother
•So Imagine her surprise when you asked her out on a date
•At first she didn't really take you to seriously, basically just going through the motions
•Thinking that you weren't really into her, despite how you seemed to hang out her with her so often or give her affection
•The trigger to her to finally realizing you were actually serious about her?
•Finding out you'd gotten into a fight with your friends over her when they badmouthed her
•And you'd actually chosen her over remaining friends with them
•You picked her, you picked her You picked her!!!
•No one not even her own brother had picked her over other people without even hesitating or being pressured into it
•This pretty much flipped her switch to uncaring you you belonging to her
•Now she's pretty possessive over you and clingy too
•She way more affectionate too
•This also caused her to concentrate on you instead of her brother and his girlfriend Julia
•Why concentrate on that skank when she can focus on you
•Ahhh~ You chose her~ You love her~
•She’s never gonna let you go or let anyone take you away from her
•Your hers forever
#the coffin of andy and leyley#tcoaal#ashley graves x male reader#ashley graves x reader#ashley graves
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(The plan was simple.)
(You're currently sitting at a table in the small yard outside where you were staying. Carving away, seemingly without a care in the world. Just out of the way so that anyone coming to the front door through the yard wouldn't see you at first. Isabeau was just inside, Mirabelle right behind him. Madame Odile was at one of the windows, Nille and Bonnie were staying back, not wanting to put Bonbon in danger.)
(All the actors were in place, they had their stage direction, and you had yours. You were the star of the show, and you even had a speech ready for the big bad antagonist who was to show up soon.)
(You listened to the surrounding sounds. Some people walking past, chatting, gossip, you heard birds and insects. The hustle and bustle of Jouvente. You hear the unmistakable sound of the gate to the yard being pulled open.)
(You breathe in and out. Lights. . Curtains. . .)
(You held your breath as you saw your adversary walk right past you. They seemed, nervous. They paused at the front door. Rubbing their side and taking a few breaths. You wait, and speak up as they're about to knock on the door.)
"Ramos?"
(Ramos jumps, and turns around.) "Y-yes? Sorry do, do I know you?"
(You smile.) "Nope! But I know you! You're looking for Isabeau right?"
"Y-yeah! Yeah I am! We're old friends, do you know if he's in?"
(You shake your head.) "Not right now, everyone's gone out on their own errands. I'm holding down the fort until they're back."
"Everyone else-? Ooooh!!" (Ramos smiles and walks towards you. Hmm. They look genuinely excited.) "Wait, are you one of the saviors who helped stop The King?"
"Mmhm" (You twirl your knife.) "Siffrin your trusty traveling rogue at your service~"
(Rogue? Really? We are good with traps, but why rogue?)
(I read it in The Cursing of Château Castle, 4th issue, seemed like a fun title to have~)
"Haha! Well, I'm Ramos, but you already seem to know that." (They hold out a hand.)
(You wave back instead of shaking hands.) "Good to meet you finally, and sorry, I'm not good with touch."
"Ah that's alright!" (Ramos puts his hand down. Looking at their face, did they seem suspicious? Hmm, not likely. They take a seat.) "So, how do you know me?"
"Isabeau talked about you." (You talked so casually, expertly carving away with your knife.) "Quite a bit actually."
"Wh-" (Hmm? Ramos looked genuinely shocked. Their eyes were wide open in attention.) "I-I, what'd he- what'd he say?"
"That you two were friends. Helped each other with the Defenders exams." (That was the lie wasn't it? The one Ramos was spreading? Maybe they were surprised you already knew it.)
"I-. . ." (Ramos blinked, then looked away. They looked, ashamed? Confused?) ". . . He, really remembered me? Mentioned me?"
(You nod in response.)
"That's. . ." (They didn't look you in the eye. They were rubbing their shoulder and sinking into their seat.) "That's, not really true, haha."
(You stop carving.) "Oh?"
(They continue.) "Isabeau he. . . Well. . . I always looked up to him. We were friends, sure, but I was always trying my best to be just as strong as him. Brave as him. Really, he was the one helping me with exams."
(What in the stars. . .)
"I felt like an idiot when I didn't go with him in saving the world. 'That's what a true Defender is' was what I thought. I would have done anything to be as strong. . ."
(Now, cue the dramatic lighting.)
"And so you wished that everyone would see you as his equal." (You say, starting to carve again.)
(Ramos glanced at you.) "H-huh? What do you-"
(You slice off a chunk of wood, it makes a loud sound.) "You made a wish to be just like Isabeau. Strong, brave, loved by everyone."
"I, I don't know what you're-"
"And what you got in return is a new little craft trick." (You emphasize by slicing off another piece of wood.) "Mind craft. Correct?"
(You look up into Ramos' eyes finally. They look terrified.) "H-how, how did you. How do you know."
"I have my ways." (You pause for dramatic effect.) "You touch someone and you change their memories. And You're doing that so everyone thinks You're the best~"
(You could see Ramos starting to sweat. To shake. Clearly, they had no plan to be confronted like this. Why would they? They get to change the script in the middle of the play. Too bad for them, you already had the whole thing memorized.)
"I. . . M-maybe. . ."
"There's no maybe about it." (You say harshly. Another chunk of wood gone.) "You wanted to be the best. Was that your plan yesterday, too? Kidnap Bonnie then show up like you found them yourself? Like you're the hero?"
"Now hold on!" (Ramos stood up.) "I, I-I may have messed around with mind craft but I didn't try to kidnap anyone!"
(You look up at them wearing a bored expression.) "Uh-huh, and so it was some other stranger with a wishing star pendant?"
"Some-" (They pause. Putting a hand up to feel around their neck, and then fiddle with the bandage they had.) "Y-you're just trying to get at me!"
(A strange reaction. Continue provoking them.)
"This isn't a joke Ramos." (You stare daggers into them.) "You tried kidnapping Bonnie. And wanted to change my friends memories. That means we're enemies."
"I didn't- look! I promise I didn't try and kidnap Bonnie, whoever that is." (They're getting desperate.) "Just, just, I can, I can make this right, alright? I'm not even doing anything bad! Right?"
"If You're trying to make yourself be a big strong hero You're doing a terrible job~"
"S-shove it! Go eat a crab! I-It doesn't matter if you know about any of this I just! I-I just need to change your memory a-and then, and then-" (They take a step towards you.)
(You stab your knife through the table. It forms a large, visible crack. Ramos stops in their tracks.)
"I'm not stupid like some people are~" (You wave a hand.) "Come on out."
(There's a click from the front door. Isabeau is standing there, Mirabelle beside him. The rest of the party was gathering behind them. Ramos turned to look.)
(Isabeau's face. . . He looked so pained. No, pained and scared. Scared. Mirabelle was ready to fight. Odile, Nille, Bonnie, all of them looked disappointed. You've seen that look before.)
(Slashing, beating, ripping and tearing away at sadness. That wasn't you, pre-se. But it was a memory you had access to, a Memory of Sadness. You already knew what must be going through Ramos' mind.)
("They're afraid of you")
"I-isa--"
"Why." (Isabeau cut them off.) "Ramos you, you didn't need to. . ."
(They didn't respond. They're shaking.)
(Mirabelle stepped forward.) "Why would you do something like that!? Change someone's memories just so they like you? I know it's hard to, well, fit in sometimes, but doing that's just wrong!"
(They stumble back. Covering their face with their hands.)
(. . . They're starting to cry.)
(You are very good at scaring people.)
(Thank you~ it's all in the eye. All I had to do was act like Stardust did at the last loop. You stand up.)
"You can't just wish your problems away, Ramos." (You walk over to them, now for the great redemption.) "You can just talk to him, y'know. Explain everything and-"
"Siffrin!!!" (Odile's voice, she had shoved past the others and had an outstretched hand. A moment later a wave of force, creative craft, blasted you away from Ramos!)
"M'dame!" (You shake your head and where about to curse out your researcher when you noticed it.)
(Tears. Big, thick tears that dripped like molasses.)
"Gems alive. . ."
"Wh, what is. . ."
"Ramos!?!"
"Look out, everyone!"
#hehehehehhehehehhehehehehehheheheheheh#art#isat#in stars and time#isat art#isat fanart#isat spoilers#siffrin system au#sifstem#isat siffrin#isat loop#isat mal du pays#isat isabeau#isat mirabelle#isat au#isat fanfic
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saying that annie can’t be a career because she’s too kind or can’t fight or because she “didn’t kill anyone” is so funny to me because we don’t actually know much of anything about annie and her games - beyond her district partner getting beheaded and the sight of it driving her mad, and she won because the arena flooded and the remaining tributes drowned. that’s it. we barely get glimpses of annie’s personality, beyond a handful of lines and descriptions. but, in the books, district 4 is stated to be a career district just like 1 and 2. and annie being a career who broke due to her games can be very heartbreaking and compelling to read - the idea that all the preparation in the world can’t truly help her in the end, that they’re all still just children in a system made to exploit them, that she saw the very gruesome death of a person she grew up and trained alongside and it was too much to handle. but she was trained to fight and survive, and that’s just what she did, albeit she didn’t come up the same girl she was before. but no one who wins does. johanna states in the books “don’t get me started on annie cresta” when talking about how the games change people, and i think that in itself speaks on a massive shift in her character bc of what she saw and likely did.
sorry this got long and rambling but i have a lot of feelings about career annie 😂
anon i can't describe how perfectly you worded this. no amount of training in the world would be able to prepare someone for seeing another person being decapitated in front of you. honestly, ive loved to hear everyones theories over the last few days and this is hands down one of my favourite explanations ive read so far <3
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I could’ve sworn on your main you said you do write incest smut and that you were gonna write for toji and Megumi one day?? I swear I saw that on your main if not I’m sorry for the confusion. That’s just my preference in fics I like to read -🦕
i have never EVER said that ever in my life ever, i literally have “no incest” on my rules list of fics i won’t write??????? why would anyone enjoy that?????????????????????????????? also megumi is FIFTEEN and toji is his actual blood father what the fuck this has to be a joke
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Easy:
Inspired by the song Easy by Ella Mai. I suggest listening to it while you read!
When you really thought about how long you had known one another, it brought a smile to your face. You and Jack had known each other for five years, but you found it extremely difficult to remember a time when he wasn’t in your life.
It was 2017 when you and your best friend Shelby stumbled upon Jack and his friends filming the music video for “Dark Knight.” You had both started your sophomore year of college and were spending the weekend in Kentucky finally letting loose at some local clubs.
Something about Jacks over-eager confidence and the way he carried himself caught your immediate attention. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you heard the tone of his voice, intrigued by what was going on, the two of you stopped and watched.
His friend, who you later knew as Copelan had approached you first. He was eyeing Shelby up and down and you knew he was her type so you left her to talk with the curly-haired guy approaching you.
“Hey, I’m Jack, it’s nice to meet you” his voice was deep, his subtle southern accent lingering at the tail end of his words. He shook your hand, keeping things extremely formal which caught you off guard at first. The smile he wore ear to ear was telling, and he maintained eye contact when he spoke to you.
By the end of the night the two of you had gotten to know each other pretty well, Jack sat with you a majority of the night as everyone else messed around, taking pictures and editing what had already been filmed of the music video.
His best friend Urban came over to show him some of the pictures, sitting along the brick wall with the both of you before excusing himself to smoke.
It was quiet for a moment until Jack spoke again “I’m actually moving to Atlanta soon.” He had been holding that in all night, waiting for the right time to share that information.
“Oh yeah?” You cheekily hummed, eyeing over his features. “Why didn’t you tell me when I told you where I go to college, dork?”
“Hey! I just met you. I had to make sure it was safe first” he joked, a snort escaping him. His laugh caught you off guard, making you lean against him as you giggled too.
••••
Fast forward to present day, you and Jack had kept in touch over the years with flights back and forth to one another as often as possible.
You and Jack had only tiptoed around the idea of being with one another, the two of you afraid to cross certain boundaries but silently welcoming others. You had never slept together, in the same bed sure, but with one another, never. (Although, you’d both jump at the chance.) You always kissed but it was never around anyone else and stayed between the two of you.
You couldn’t help but feel like a secret, but feeling as though you had no leg to stand on when it came to confronting the situation you stayed quiet even when it ate at you.
You were waiting for him in the parking lot, leaning against your car. He was running late today which was unlike him, making your anxiety heighten. You nervously picked at your nails, trying to mentally remind yourself to stop.
When you saw a familiar car pull in, a smile spread across your face. Jack was quick to get out of his car, immediately spotting you.
“Hey you” Jack jogged over to you his curls bouncing off his forehead with every sway. He held you with his entire body, the smell of his cologne hitting you like a freight train.
“I’m so sorry! I was supposed to leave the photoshoot an hour ago but there were reshoots and I had to push the music video back Urban was supposed to tell you but seeing as though I’m the only one here I-“
You kissed him, knocking the wind out of him momentarily. You were slightly worried that he’d be quick to pull away you did first and when he didn’t you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue between his recently moisturized lips.
“Sorry, I just missed you.”
His eyes widened, surprised at your bold move, but he didn’t hate it. He looked around briefly before leaning into you for another long-lasting kiss, his hands exploring your backside as the two of you fought for air.
“You’re actually the last one here, everyone else is inside.”
“Oh! So I’m being a diva?” He smirked, knowing you had referred to him as a diva one time two years ago and it really stuck.
“Once a diva, always a diva” Your face got warm at the banter between the two of you. It would only be a brief moment before you were brought down to Earth by the chaos in the room but you embraced it nonetheless.
“Oooo stink, you get on my nerves” he playfully rolled his eyes as he turned to lock his car.
“You know I hate that nickname” you giggled as you walked arm and arm to the door of the video set.
“Hates a very strong word” he blushed, bending down to kiss you before slipping his arm out of yours and opening the door.
“Yeah, that’s why I’d rather tell you that I love you,” you thought to yourself. The words fought to come out of your mouth, instead, you gave him a soft smile as the doors opened.
Jack had been trying to film four music videos back to back for his most recent concept album, and when he asked you to be his love interest you didn’t hesitate even when the storyline felt oddly familiar. You never poked at his lyrics or his art, letting him tell the stories he wanted to and keeping whatever you assumed to yourself.
“Y/N? Cole, nice to meet you” Cole Bennett was the director on set, Jack trusted him with his vision so it made the most sense for him to film the music videos for this album.
“This is y/n. She’s my love interest today” Jack teasingly responded knowing only you would understand the weight behind his words.
“Perfect! I need you both on set marked number one over there”
Cole pointed to the left corner of the studio, and you walked with Jack trying to meet his pace. He immediately went into work mode, his demeanor much more polished than two minutes ago.
The rest of the girls on set gawked at him, as you walked by. A sense of pride came over you, knowing he had picked you and not them but you were always quickly brought back down to Earth.
“I think I got lip gloss on your mustache” you whispered as the two of you sat and waited at set one. Jack opened his camera on his phone, wiping it from his facial hair.
“We have to be more careful” he whispered, only half jokingly which you ignored as best as you could.
After hair and makeup were complete, you were eager to get the scenes done, but time was going by so slowly with Jack growing more and more irritable by the minutes that passed.
“Hey, it’s going to be fine. Breathe” you whispered between takes, feeling his frustrations shining through.
“I think the lighting is too harsh, don’t you think?” Jack hollered out to Cole pointing to the yellow lighting above the two of you. Ignoring your efforts to calm him.
“It has to be unplugged from the top, we can turn one off otherwise it’ll be too dark and it won’t contrast well” Cole started to look around for a ladder.
“I can go ask the hardware store next door if we can borrow one?” Urban suggested.
“That will take too long. I’ll just stand on the car” Jack replied earning worried looks from Urban and Copelan who were both on set.
“Just wait a second dude” Copelan scoffed knowing how impatient Jack could be.
“Fuck that” Jack jumped up on the back end of the car, moving it slightly as he stood on his tiptoes to unplug the light beam, it was then that he lost his footing falling off the back end of the car with a thump.
“FUCK!” His voice echoed throughout the studio and you quickly jumped out of the car and to his aid as everyone else scrambled over to the both of you.
“Bubs, holy shit. Are you okay?” You weren’t mindful of the nickname given the circumstance and no one had heard you but him anyway.
Jack was holding his ankle, rocking back and forth as he winced in pain. “Mmmm- nope, no.” He was trying to focus on his breathing but the throbbing was increasingly worse by the seconds that passed.
“Fuck- we need a medic. Now” Cole saw the swelling grow worse and worse, Jack's ankle the size of a baseball.
“I need you to lean back on your hands and stretch your legs out okay? Urban can you get the pillows from set two?” You were trying your best to help him as best as you could without panicking.
Urban nodded running off to get the pillows to elevate his foot.
Jack swallowed, noticing the eyes on the two of you. Nobody else had gotten too close or involved as you clearly had it covered.
“Why don’t I just wait for a medic? You don’t really know what you’re doing, right?”
The girls on set had giggled to themselves, but loud enough for you to hear.
His entire mood had changed based on the sets of eyes on the two of you, and it wasn’t the first time you had noticed this happen but it was the first time you had been embarrassed enough to react.
You shot him a look of disgust, laced with hurt and he knew he had seriously fucked up. He was in too much pain to respond but he knew later he’d have to do some serious groveling.
Urban showed up with the pillows at the perfect time.
“You can work that out with him.” You mumbled as you pushed past both him and Copelan.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Copelan asked, realizing that everything had changed in an instant. He followed you as you went to get your purse and cell phone.
“Considering our leading man is down for the count? Home.” Your words were laced with anger, trying your best to bite back the frustrated tears as you threw your purse on your shoulder.
“You know he didn’t mean that. He’s just probably embarrassed that he ate shit in front of all the pretty models” Copelan thought his joke would be helpful but if anything it twisted the metaphorical knife that Jack had just inserted into your heart.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears immediately falling from your eyes as the EMTS pushed through the set doors.
“Oh shit. Y/N- he didn’t… I didn’t…” Copelan had no idea what to say or do, turning to look for Urban's assistance as he stumbled over all of his words.
“What did you say?” Urban's face was doused in concern.
You took the opportunity as your moment to leave, rushing out of the doors to your car as Jack groaned out in pain as they struggled to put all six foot three of him on a gurney. The sounds of him screaming made your heart hurt, piercing your eye drums as the set doors shut as you walked to your car.
Urban followed you outside, knowing this wasn’t like you at all. “Y/N!” He ran toward you, hoping he’d be successful at attempting to make you stay.
“Urban- I don’t want to” you breathed heavily trying to steady yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“He’s just in pain so he’s being an asshole” Urban made excuses for him, as he always did.
“Urban- please.”
“You love him” Urban spoke matter of factly, and you knew it wasn’t a question as he blocked you from opening your car door.
“Of course I do, he’s my fucking best friend” You aggressively wiped your face as best as you could to look at Urban.
“No, that’s not what I mean and you know it” Urban awkwardly chuckled, knowing that someday he would have to be in the middle of your maybe not-so-secret romance.
“What does it even matter? He doesn’t feel the same. It’s fine. I just want to go home” you begged, Urban standing in front of your car door. The anxiety of him knowing the depth of your situation had finally hit you.
“Wait- how long have you known?”
“Forecastle weekend?” Urban smugly replied, knowing that was almost a year ago as he stepped away from your car door.
“Remember when he was freaking out about getting on the roof?”
You smiled through your tears knowing exactly what Urban was referring to. “It doesn’t matter now. Can I go home?” You panicked as the set doors opened and Jack was being wheeled to the ambulance.
“You know he’s going to want you there right?” Urban looked over at Jack for a moment but you had already shut your car door.
••••
Two days had passed and Jack was constantly blowing up your phone, with apologies and pleas to see you. You hadn’t replied, turning your read receipts on to prove a point. He had sent flowers, and an edible arrangement but you wouldn’t budge.
He hated being ignored, and you hated being embarrassed, a cruel toss-up.
Urban had been in Jack's ear for the last 48 hours, telling him how much of an idiot he was for how he had acted.
“If you knew about us this whole goddamn time why didn’t you just say something?” Jack struggled to carry his cereal bowl as he had to move around with crutches through his household.
“Here” Urban grabbed the bowl from him and placed it on the kitchen table. “Sit your grumpy ass down.”
Jack cocked a furrowed brow at him, obeying his demand anyway as he struggled to sit down.
“I haven’t known the whole time, only since forecastle weekend. Remember when you asked everyone to give you space?”
Jack nodded trying to recall that moment.
“She stayed with you remember? I left my camera in the room and when I went to get it I saw the two of you kissing.”
Before Jack could say anything Urban interrupted, “And I never told anyone.”
Jack was shocked that Urban hadn’t called him out this entire time. “Why didn’t you say something to me? At least?”
“Figured eventually the two of you would grow the fuck up, guess I was wrong” Urban sighed.
“Me?” Jack scoffed knowing you were intentionally pushing his buttons by ignoring him. “I’ve been trying to talk to her for two days. She won’t answer any of my calls.”
Urban reached in his pant pockets for his cell phone and placed it on top of the table, opening his text conversations with you and sliding it over to Jack.
“She texts me almost every two to three hours and asks about how you are doing.”
Jack's eyes scanned over the messages between you and Urban, a wave of guilt coming over him. “If she texted me, she would know how I’m doing.”
“Keep reading” Urban scrolled down to your last text to him.
Y/N: It’s more than this one instant Urb. It’s all the time, he makes me feel like he’s embarrassed of me and maybe he is so I’m going to stop trying.
“Why would she think that?” Jack was frustrated his ego too inflated to understand in the moment.
“Remember last month when she flew out to go to that game with us? You made her sit with me and Neelam.”
“Okay?” Jack threw his hands up defensively.
“Okay. Or when your mom told you two that you’d be a good couple and you told her you only saw her as a sister.”
“Oh,” Jack started to think of all the instances he downplayed the situation in front of everyone realizing there was more than just those two. He still had Urban's phone in his hand when another text came through.
Y/N: Checking in?
Jack started to furiously type before Urban realized what he was doing it was too late.
“What did you tell her?” Urban grabbed his phone and read over what Jack had sent.
“You think this will work?”
Y/N: On my way.
“I know my girl” Jack smirked.
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When you got to Jack's house Urban was waiting outside for you with his arms crossed against his chest. “He took my phone, I have nothing to do with this.”
“Are you kidding me? I almost ran over three pedestrians to get over here.”
“Please just talk to him. He’s driving me bat shit” Urban clapped his hands together pleading for you to stay.
“Fine. I’ll make sure he eats and takes his pills. Go home and I’ll put the big baby to sleep” you groaned, locking your car door as Jack waited eagerly for you in the kitchen.
The front door slammed shut and Jack immediately made his presence known using his crutches to appear in the entryway.
“Hi,” he spoke first.
“Hi,” you mumbled in return eyeing over his wrapped foot and exposed toes.
“You’re an idiot and you desperately need a pedicure. ”
“I deserve that” he smiled, wiggling his toes before pointing to the table with his crutch for you to follow him.
“Where are your pills? Do I need to make you something? Or did you lie to get me here?”
“You weren’t talking to me!”
“So you text me that you wouldn’t take your pain pills or eat until I came to you? Are you insane?”
“It worked didn’t it?”
“Yeah, but only because I didn’t want you to get sick or drive Urban crazy when you were being hangry.” You sat beside him at the table as you took his crutches, moving them out of his way as he steadied himself in his seat.
“You came because you care about me” he was trying to be playful but you were over all the subtly.
“I came because I love you” You felt like you had just imploded any chance of a friendship but you didn’t care, you had to say it.
“You don’t” Jack scoffed, in denial of all that you just laid out to him. His fingers trembled as they sat on top of the table.
“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t feel” Your words were laced with hurt and you could feel the intensity of the room.
“You love the idea of me. You know that I can’t be all that you need, right? I have a busy life” The panic in his voice told you he was terrified of what you said to him.
“I knew what I was getting into. Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid. I know who you are, and all that you come with. Trust me you don’t ever let me forget it.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack was caught off guard by your jab.
“There’s a reason you don’t acknowledge me in public isn’t there? I don’t fit your little aesthetic, I get it” you laughed, standing up and grabbing your purse to leave yet again.
“You know that’s not true. Please. Stay” he begged, his voice cracking. “I can’t chase you, or I would.”
“Tell me. What are you so fucking afraid of?” You stood up as he shuffled in his chair. You handed him his crutches knowing he wanted to stand now too.
“That I love you too and that being with you is the easiest part of my life. That if we overcomplicate things now, I’ll lose you and I know I can’t physically handle that” he felt like he swallowed a spoon full of sand.
The words repeated in your head over and over, blinking back tears.
“Who did you think this entire album was about?” He smirked as your face softened. A wave of relief came over the two of you.
“Shut up right now- did you just say you loved me?”
“I said- who did you think this album was about? But before that I definitely said I love you, yeah” he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he struggled to balance himself eventually sitting in the kitchen chair that was behind him.
You bent down, eye level with him, cupping his face.
“I love you, you diva.”
“I love you, stink.”
#Jack Harlow#Jack Harlow x reader#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow imagines#Jack Harlow fan fic#Jack Harlow angst
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Hi! Sorry if this has been asked before/you’ve answered this before, but I’m curious what you think of how Sokka acts just… overall.
To me, he’s always read as being someone who’s emotionally repressed, and doesn’t quite know how to deal with his emotions and blames himself for a lot, and micromanages as a way to try and overcompensate for things in his past that have been out of his control. (And he’s definitely a prodigy. I don’t think that, especially after the massacre, the southern water tribe would have many scrolls to read on, so it’s my personal hc to believe he taught himself physics lmao. But even without that, definitely a prodigy.) Who is, unfortunately, doomed by the narrative. But he’s still a loving guy, and very protective over his family.
But I’d love to see how someone else sees it! He’s one of my favorites ever lmao.
sorry for leaving this ask to fester in my inbox for over a month (hastily shoves away the asks i’ve been sitting on for multiple years) but at the time I had received a bunch of asks about sokka’s tormented psyche in quick succession, and I was trying to get through those first before approaching this broader, more open-ended question. I mean, obviously you could always just peruse my sokka tag, because at this point I’ve clocked so many hours analyzing him that it’s actually quite dire, and I’m pretty sure that you already have. but if I was to distill “sokka’s whole deal” into a few key sentences, I would first emphasize that his survivor’s guilt/martyr complex really underscores who he is and how he operates in any given situation in a crucial way.
I don’t think any of what you said in this ask is remotely incorrect, for the record, but focalizing the formative traumas that defined him: his mother’s sacrifice, and his father then passing that mantle onto him (in fairness, not deliberately on hakoda’s part, but when kya sets such a blatant precedent for what it means to “protect your sister,” it’s hard not to internalize that logic). he feels personally responsible and implicated in every single thing that could go wrong, because unlike katara, who (very understandably) gets angry when bad things happen and are done to her, sokka gets guilty. he was never able to process his grief in a remotely healthy way, so he has internalized that his singular role above all else is to die so that others may live, without ever actually acknowledging that this mentality is a byproduct of his trauma (because, like you said, he is absurdly repressed), and he feels guilty every time he is unable to prevent anything bad that happens to anyone he cares about, whether it’s remotely his fault or not.
he wants control over every situation because he feels responsible and thus guilty no matter what happens. not only is control the one thing he has, but he’s even more controlling when leaving his tribe because unlike with his grandmother, whom he trusts, he does not trust 99% of people on the planet, and is constantly wary of any ulterior motives they may have (which is why it’s a very good thing that all his friends are so sincere it’s almost concerning), or just their sheer stupidity leading them (and him by association) into trouble (in fact I think sokka would far rather ally with a two faced bitch than with an idiot, because at least you can reason with a two faced bitch). as katara rightfully points out (frequently), sokka is a paranoid cynic, but it’s hard not to be a paranoid cynic when the last time you had any shred of hope whatsoever is when you thought the southern raiders were retreating from your village and then you went home to find your mother’s charred corpse in the living room.
moreover, his trauma at the hands of imperialist violence has informed so much of who he is to the point that he genuinely feels that he isn’t, because that’s how throughly he has been dehumanized by the fire nation’s colonial project. it’s not just that he feels worthless, it’s that he feels unpersoned. due to assuming the mantle of protector before he was old enough to form a coherent sense of self, that role became his entire sense of self, and now he feels that he is nothing more than a shield with which he can protect katara (and others, but mainly katara), and can’t detach himself from that role even though it’s unhelpful and unhealthy, because (in his mind, at least) it is truly all he has.
so in summary, he’s a paranoid, miserable, depressed misanthrope who is repressing a fuck ton of grief and trauma to simply get through the day, including the fact that he feels it is his duty to die for his people and his loved ones—especially katara, to the point that he has an unhealthy codependent attachment towards her because he stakes his entire identity to her existence—and has no sense of self beyond his role as provider, protector, and (inevitable) martyr. obviously that’s just what his deal is psychologically, which is different from his personality (cue the, here I was thinking he’s just a fun, silly guy!) but you will also never get anywhere in understanding sokka if you think that he somehow has less trauma than katara, rather than the fact that unlike katara, who is able to process her emotions in an open and healthier way, sokka simply ignores it. but he also does a pretty bad job of hiding it most of the time, because he literally acts like a trapped prey animal in basically every situation once you look past the sarcasm and witticisms that provide his favorite tried and true coping/deflection mechanism. you just have to care enough to look past the surface, which most people don’t, including himself.
#luriuan#asks#sokka#analysis#obviously I have so much more to say but I’m pretty sure I’ll never stop stuffing the sokka + analysis tags with my thoughts so … tbc ..#cptsd fish…. swimming in circles#hes just a nice silly guy who kills people sometimes don’t worry about it
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Hi! Could I request a III X reader where they’re traveling with the band on a plane but III comforts reader who is afraid of flying?
Seat Buddy ✶ III x GN! Reader
Warnings: honestly none, just sweet iii. unless you’re super afraid of flying, then some bits might be uncomfortable to read.
Thank you so much for your request!! Such a cute idea 🤍
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You had joined the Sleep Token team at the beginning of the year. You were brought on as assistant and were ecstatic to tour with them. Finally getting to do what you love, traveling with a band you liked also being a huge plus.
In your excitement, you had somehow forgotten the most crucial part of touring. Traveling. When you thought about touring musicians, a big, roomy tour bus always popped into your mind. So when flight details were sent to your phone by the tour manager, you suddenly were okay with staying behind.
Alas, here you are, standing in line to board a plane. You somehow managed to keep your cool through TSA and the hour and a half chunk of time waiting to board. You had the band and the rest of the team to keep you company, take your mind off things, but as you stepped closer to the door of the plane, you felt very alone in your fear.
You hadn’t told anyone you were traveling with about this fear you had. You were determined on getting over it. Or at least, only having a slight freak out.
“What seat you got?”
You spin around to see iii standing behind you. His ticket held up between two fingers. He leans over you slightly, looking down at your ticket.
“Oh, uh, 10e.” You smile up at him, waving the piece of paper.
You hear him pull air through his teeth in a hiss. “Ohh, it looks like you’re stuck with me. Sorry about that. 10d.”
You laugh, moving up in the line. “Should be an interesting flight then.” You try to keep your voice steady as you get closer to the door.
III had always been kind to you, saying hi every time he passed you, always including you in conversations, had even recently started texting you posts he found funny. Although you hadn’t known him very long, you were glad to have a friend in close range.
You move up a final time, the energetic flight attendant at the door giving you a warm smile, welcoming you aboard.
You walk down the aisle, eyes scanning the numbers above the seats until you find row 10. A lone woman occupies the window seat and you give her a polite smile as you sit down next to her. You push your small backpack under the seat in front of you as iii stops in the aisle.
He puts his bag in the overhead compartment before taking his seat next you. You think he smiles over at you with the way his eyes crinkle.
You fasten your seatbelt after getting as comfortable as you can, pulling the strap tight. You want to reach for the safety manual that’s tucked into the seat pocket in front of you but you don’t want to freak yourself out even more than you already are. You clasp your hands in your lap and close your eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Hey, you okay?” III’s thigh bumps your knee. You turn to look at him. He’s slouching forward slightly to get a good look at your face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
You try to smile at him. “I’m just a little afraid of flying, that’s all.” You clear your throat.
“Oh. I get it. First time?” He turns in his seat to fully look at you. You nod at him, your hands clenching and unclenching in your lap. “Well, the first time is always the scariest. I used to be scared to fly actually.” He leans in a little closer as he says this, as if it’s a secret.
“Really? And you got over it?”
“Eventually, yeah.” He nods. “Comes with the territory of the job so I kinda had to.” He shrugs his shoulders slightly.
“So, you’re just not scared to fly anymore?” You shake your head in question.
“Nope. Only thing I’m scared of is how much leg room I’ll have. I swear it gets less and less every time.” You both look down to his knees that are uncomfortably pushed up against the seat in front of him.
You laugh at his joke, feeling a small sliver of your anxiety slip away. III’s relaxed and playful nature calming your nerves.
Your head snaps up when you hear the pilot come over the intercom, greeting the passengers, telling you where you’re going, and laying out a general time frame of your flight. He introduces the flight attendant who greeted you at the door, letting her take over to demonstrate safety precautions.
III lets you lean over his lap to look down the aisle. You want to see everything she’s demonstrating, writing a mental note of all the exits. A somewhat foolproof plan of escape lingers in the back of your mind.
You check your seatbelt for the 10th time when the pilot announces that the plane would be making it’s way down the tarmac towards the runway.
III notices your uneasiness and leans over to you again. “I like to think about it like this.” His voice is quiet and calm. “What kind of stories do you hear about plane rides?” He tilts his head, eyes scanning your face.
You think for a moment before answering. “The bad, horribly terrifying ones.”
He laughs. “That’s right. You don’t hear about the thousands of successful flights that take off and land every single day. Anyone would be scared of flying if they only ever heard the bad stories.”
That is true, and it’s coming from someone who truly understands your fear. You smile at him, replaying his words in your head to calm yourself down.
The plane rolls its way to the runway, you and iii making small talk the whole time. The plane comes to a stop and it feels like an hour of waiting before the pilot announces takeoff.
You shut your eyes again, taking deep breaths when the tires start moving again, picking up speed. “You can hold my hand if that’ll help.” III’s voice is quiet next you, his shoulder leaning into yours. You quickly nod and hold your hand out, which he gladly accepts, letting you drag it to your lap. You squeeze his hand hard when the front tires lift off the ground and he squeezes back when the plane is fully off the ground.
You only open your eyes when you hear the pilot come over again, announcing an ETA and thanking everyone for flying with the airline. You look over at iii to see him watching you. “Wasn’t so bad, right? It sounds scarier than it actually is.” His hand squeezes yours again.
You nod and smile at him. You’re actually in a plane, in the air, still alive. “I guess not, no.”
You quickly learn that actual air time isn’t the part you’re scared of, just the takeoff and landing. Luckily, you don’t experience any turbulence, so you’ll have to fight that battle another day.
You find yourself able to actually relax most of the flight. III definitely helps, always keeping conversation flowing, cracking jokes, working quickly to distract you if he notices your anxiety creeping back in. He lets you grab his forearm or bicep at any sound or movement that’s even slightly out of the ordinary. Never laughing at you or making jokes at your expense.
He orders you drinks and snacks if you want them, lends you an earbud, showing you some of his favorite songs at the moment. Flips through the provided magazines with you, pointing out articles he might find interesting or tapping on pictures of travel destinations he’d like to visit someday.
You’re almost surprised when you hear the ding of the seatbelt sign and pilot announce that you’d be landing in 15 minutes or so. Time having flew by, no pun intended.
You make sure all your belongings are in order, excited to be on the ground again. This experience was not nearly as terrifying as you thought it would be, but you still had lading to get through before you could feel totally relieved.
“I’m glad you’re the one I got to sit next to, you know.” You smile at iii, bumping his leg with your knee.
“Oh wow, I’m so flattered.” He brings his hand up to his chest, his eyelashes fluttering dramatically.
You giggle and lightly swat his shoulder. “I’m serious! You were very helpful and kind today.”
He sheepishly shrugs, looking away from you, but offers you his hand. You gladly take it, holding it in your lap again. Squeezing hard when the plane jostles, front tires hitting the ground. He squeezes back when the plane comes to slow roll.
“I don’t mind being your seat buddy from now on.” He squeezes your hand twice, a smile reaching his eyes.
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This was cuteeee and fun to write. Thank you again for the request! 🤍
As always, if you like to see anything please let me know!
K. Bye bye.
#sleep token#sleep token worship#sleep token fic#sleep token x reader#sleep token iii#iii sleep token#iii x reader
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