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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Finding out you’re a princess isn’t half as intimidating as suddenly acquiring a full-time bodyguard. Especially when that bodyguard is disarmingly handsome, charming, and can’t seem to stop flirting with you.

bodyguard!james, fem!reader, implied chubby!reader, shy!reader, princess diaries au, all characters in their 20s or older, star-crossed lovers/ forbidden romance, slowburn, background wolfstar

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You hadn’t realised moving right along your hemisphere would be enough to change the weather. The UK is cold and often rain-soaked, while Genovia has been nothing but sunny. It's a nice change, and the sun on your skin almost removes the insecurity of wearing a dress that isn’t yours. You feel pretty. You feel as yourself as you have in the days since this whole thing began.

“Sorry,” James says, standing in the sunshine with his hands crossed primly behind his back, “you’re what?”

You sit up properly in the window seat. He deserves every ounce of respect that you can give him, he’s been nothing but caring and kind since you met. You almost regret your decision to leave, if only because you wont get to witness him and his nice friends.

Who will be separated once again, your brain adds helpfully. Thanks to you.

“I'm going home.” Your sketchbook is supple under your hands, a thick and expensive leather bending from the force of your squeeze.

He has the most professional look on his face you've ever seen from him. “If you’ve forgotten something-”

“James,” you say. You'd said quite plainly only moments ago your intentions. “I can't be a princess.” You soften your tone. “I’m sorry.”

“You are a princess. By blood.”

Sleeping on it hasn't made it a truth that’s any easier to accept. You are biologically the daughter of the late Prince of Genovia. He was your father, and now he’s dead. It is agonising to think of, and so you can’t. You look down at the sketchbook pressed flush to your linen skirts, the fabric plain and yet gorgeously rendered. It’s the nicest thing you’ve ever worn. You wonder if they might let you keep it after you renounce your title.

“I can't do this,” you say quietly.

You’re ashamed of yourself, but you really can't do this. You cannot live through your life changing in such a huge way, you aren’t built for it; you've only just learned to function in your tiny flat on your equivalent uni course. You’re finally in a position, as lonely as it might be, where you feel okay with who you are. If you were to accept the task theyre trying to hoist upon you, become a princess, live forever in the limelight surrounded by a better breed of royal, it’ll destroy you.

“You can. Of course you can.”

You look up cautiously. James’ mouth is set in a line. He looked so pleased when he walked in, and he'd given you a compliment subtly and easy as breathing. You worry he wants to take it back now that you’ve thrown in the towel, but he’d never do anything so spiteful. And it’s silly —you’re thinking about a compliment while his life and job are teetering.

It’s just one of the reasons you aren't cut out for this.

“It’s your job to be a good judge of character, right? You read people,” you say tentatively.

He nods. “Yeah. That’s how I know you can do this.”

You set aside your sketchbook and pencil, wringing your hands together as you stand. “You must see it, James. I’m not meant for this, I’m…” Weak, you won't say. There's no use in dramatics. You plaster a smile over your worrying and wear it like you're sure of yourself. “It will be better for everyone if I give up now.”

James looks over his shoulder. Upon his entry, the guard at your side had moved to the doorway to stand with Daniels, and so the room is empty besides the two of you. He takes a step toward you, and he drops his head noticeably. As if he could intimidate you when he's so so sweet.

“It won't be better for everyone,” he says slowly. “Not for the people of Genovia, they need an heir to take the throne.”

“Julianna–”

“Julianna isn't eligible.” He shakes his head. “It’s hard to explain. But Genovia needs a queen, a good queen, someone with a good heart.”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the idea of ruling. “James, you don't even know me. I could ruin everything.”

“You said it yourself, Princess. I’m a good judge of character.”

You fall silent. You don't want to argue with him, you don't have even an ounce of malice for him.

"You're a princess, you– you haven't even tried," he says pleadingly.

You trick yourself into thinking James wants you to stay because he wants to be your friend. You know you're desperate for one. Back home, the closest you have to friends are the people who wait at the same bus stop each morning and each night, or your classmates at the college. James could be your friend, you know he would be if you stayed. He's remarkably kind.

But James wants you to stay for a myriad of reasons. For Genovia. For his friends.

"I just want to go home," you confess weakly.

Heat rises to your cheeks and throat, a lump you can't swallow.

"Okay," James says. "Alright."

He nods at you, a picture of a perfect professional, and turns to leave. You open your mouth to say something, but you don't have a clue as to what, and by the time he's left the room you've drummed up nothing more than a pitiful, "James."

You're part way to unexplainable tears when Remus appears. He looks startled at your expression, and you can't make any sense of it yourself, so you mumble, "Please don't ask."

"Do you want a tissue?" he asks sympathetically.

You shake your head.

Remus looks unhappy again, as he had on the plane. His pale skin is nearly grey. You debate asking if he's doing okay, but you've just told him to leave you alone. You assume from his expression he'd prefer the same.

"Do you want to come have some dinner with me?" he asks.

"That's okay, I don't think I'll be in need of any etiquette training after all," you say.

"As friends," he says. "Please. I don't like going down to the kitchen by myself, Marlene harasses me."

Marlene, a dark haired, dark-eyed girl with a sweetheart shaped face and hands covered in tiny burns, does harass Remus, but not in the way you'd thought.

"Eat up, Moony," she says, placing yet another plate in front of him, bringing the total up to ten.

You sit thigh to thigh with him on a small bench set aside in a room just off the kitchens that says 'Staff Only' on the door. Despite this, no one has objected to your sitting down. At least, not yet.

"Marlene, I physically cannot eat all this."

"Ah, but the Princess will help." Marlene smiles at you. She seems genuine. "She needs to get used to our cuisine."

You can't endure the awkwardness of explaining your situation. You smile 'til your eyes crinkle in the corners and take a big mouthful of some mysterious soup rather than speak.

"Ah, Remus, we've been making bone broth for Her Majesty, it's supposed to do wonders for your heart," Marsha adds. She's the opposite of Marlene but no less beautiful, pale and blonde as cornsilk with fine eyebrows and translucent lashes. In the sun leaking in from the window, she's quite golden. "We can set you some aside whenever we make it for her, love."

Remus smiles. "Thank you."

Marsha and Marlene both sequester themselves again behind the huge silver ovens. You've never seen anything like it, a marvel of modern machinery in the industrial instrumentation that heats the room. The windows have been thrown open to combat the thick and fragrant air, but you're still sweating.

"D'you need a drink?" he asks.

"I can't get them."

"Please, Princess. I don't need another person trying to take care of me." He doesn't say it spitefully, but you're sorry all the same.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to patronise you–"

"I know," he says, standing up. "Trust me, I know. You're just being polite, because you're nice." He smiles. "I'll get us a carafe, okay?"

A carafe. Of what? Do royals drink only from carafes? Is it weird to ask for a coke? You turn your gaze back to the rich foods that have been laid out in front of you and pick up a fork. Then, upon reflection, you swap the fork for the appropriate one, and finish the small portion of chicken ragù you'd set aside.

"Ah-ha!" a familiar voice calls. "Y/N! Here you are. Is my Remus with you, or are you very hungry?"

You twist on the bench to face him. "Your Remus?"

Your question slipped out, really. Sirius grins and sits down to your right. "We have to talk funeral."

"Oh. Alright."

He clasps your forearm for a gentle second.

"Sorry. Truly. I'm so sorry for your loss. I promise I'll make this as easy for you as I can, okay? You'll be in the public eye, and I want to make sure you do nothing that anyone can fault you for."

He has a strange mouth. Not ugly, a million miles from it, but unexpected. It pulls down into a grimace as he talks, his hand patting yours.

"I won't have to speak, will I?"

He shakes his head firmly. "No. All you have to do is look pretty and dress well. You're already doing the first part beautifully by yourself, and I will make sure you have plenty of options for the second part, yeah?"

"Oh, hi, Sirius," Remus says, back with a carafe and two glasses.

"Hello," Sirius says, "did you get asked about the bone broth yet?"

Remus sits on your other side and huffs. "Yes. Did you put them up to that?"

"The opposite! I told them not to bug you about it because bone broth sounds a little…"

"Old-fashioned?"

"Inhumane."

You laugh and fail to smother it with the back of your hand. It feels weird because it hadn't explicitly been a conversation involving you, but neither tell you off or give you a funny look. Remus laughs at your laughing and pours your drink for you, a pale orange liquid topped by slices of orange, blood orange and white flowers.

You take a cautious sip.

"Have you seen my darling James this morning?" Sirius asks Remus from behind you.

"Not since he left my room."

You choke on your drink. Hands smashed to your mouth, juice drips down your arms and ruins the bodice of your dress, sticky orange and spit everywhere. The boys either side of you splutter in shock, though Sirius begins to laugh as Remus presses a tissue into your hands.

"Are you okay?" Remus asks, patting your back.

"I'm fine," you say hoarsely, wiping yourself down with impressive speed as the heat of embarrassment rises.

"Something go down the wrong pipe?"

You're honest by accident, extremely startled by your choking and the subsequent question, "I didn't know James and Remus– that you were– sorry, I was just surprised–"

"Oh, no," Remus says, sounding almost as embarrassed as you now, "no, we aren't. I mean, he's my best friend. He's like my brother."

"Oh," you say, squeaking, desperately hoping the ground will open up and eat you whole.

"We aren't romantically involved," Remus says, and you get the sense that's where he plans to end this conversation.

"Yet," Sirius whispers in your ear.

Remus shakes his head at you solemnly.

Desperate to get away from an awkward conversation despite Sirius' good humour, you stand up from the bench and duck your head at both of them. "Um, I'll just go get some paper towels. Sorry. For spitting."

"Forgiven," Sirius says easily.

You rush away from them both out of the alcove and into the main body of the kitchen. Heads turn as you walk, and some staff even take the time to incline their heads to you like a small bow, but you ignore them all and head straight for Marlene. She smiles when she senses your approach, full lips cherry red and shiny as she asks, "Is there something I can do for you, Your Highness?"

"I'm so sorry," you begin, "I've made a mess, could I get some kitchen towel? Sorry."

"Of course! Can I have someone come and clean it up for you?"

"No, please, it's my mess, and you've been gracious enough to allow me in your space. I couldn't have anyone else do it."

"It's really no problem," Marlene says, but she walks to the utility cupboard south of the huge pantry and produces a roll of kitchen towels for you.

"Thank you." Then, because you might be leaving soon, and she should know, "I– I've never had so many nice foods at once. I can't cook, at home. Everything I eat is from a jar or a tin," —you cough, worried that was an overshare— "and it's nothing compared to all of this. You guys are amazing."

Marlene's smile softens. You hadn't realised she was being diplomatic until genuineness welled to the surface of her expression, her eyes suddenly brighter, and her smile unrestrained. "We work hard, and we love what we do. Thank you, Your Highness."

You rub your lips together and nod. Spinning on your heel, you navigate out of the kitchen as quickly as you can without running clean into someone and return to the staff alcove, where Remus and Sirius sit with their heads together, in the middle of a conversation you can't hear.

You hesitate a few steps away. Remus smiles widely, so widely his face changes completely, and Sirius' hand drifts to his elbow. His thumb presses into the crook, and they both giggle together like kids. You're paranoid that they're laughing at you, and wondering how you could think for even a second that Remus was sleeping with James, when Sirius tucks his hair behind his ear and says, "I can't believe we're finally in the same place again."

You back away. Not sure what to do with yourself, not sure if what you've already done is the wrong thing. You're guilty, and you're afraid of making the wrong choice, having already made it.

A hand pats your shoulder.

"Sorry, Mikkelson," you say.

It's not Mikkelson. James' hand lingers on your shoulder for a half second before he takes a step back.

"Walk with me?" he asks.

—

James takes you out to the Palace Gardens. You insist on walking side by side, and he agrees for the most part because here is where you're best protected.

"I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly. I had something to do. How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling?" you ask softly. "I don't…"

"You had some very big news yesterday. So, how are you feeling?"

You squint in the sun. James supposes you aren't used to it, considering you'd been living in one of the rainiest cities in the UK, which is one of the greyest countries in the world.

"I feel fine," you say.

Truth or lie. Probably a lie, but James can't call you out on it, considering your relatively new relationship. A professional relationship at that, the lines of which he has already crossed multiple times.

He can't help it. You're not weak, you aren't in need of his protection for lack of character —you're quite obviously very brave considering the insane pressure of your situation. Brave, but it's James' job anyhow to be your shield.

You get this look on your face like you're deep in thought, he's seen it every day since he met you five days ago, and it reminds him of his melancholy friends. He wonders how he's going to get rid of it.

"I've spoken to our Palace doctor." Even though it is not his job, James seems to have taken on the majority of your care. Your lady in waiting has yet to arrive, and Sirius is rather busy arranging your presence at your father's funeral (and hounding Remus, having missed him dearly). "She would love to have an appointment with you, to assess you, and to adjust for your medical needs. But it's not the physical that I'm concerned about, it's your head."

"My head."

"Yes. I would love for you to talk to a counsellor, or a therapist while you're here."

"What's the point?" you ask sincerely.

"Your father has passed away," he says. "That takes a toll."

"I didn't even really know him." You speak so softly to him, like you're worried your voice will disrupt the summer air.

"I know. That doesn't always make it easier. I want you to experience the compassion and care that you deserve, that's all. If you don't want to talk to anyone, I understand. But if you'll humour me, I'd appreciate it."

"When… do you want me to see her?"

"The doctor?" James winces at his own surprise. "You can see her whenever you want to. She's completely at your discretion."

"Oh, okay. Well, when is best for her?"

James doesn't smile, but he wants to. "I believe she goes home to pick up her son at six. So before then would probably suit her best. But she's on call twenty four hours a day and paid well, I promise."

"Okay. Um. Well, how do I do that? Make an appointment, or?"

"I can make it for you. Or Sirius can."

"I can't make it myself?"

"No, you can. Do you want me to call for someone to get her? Or you can ask the phone to connect you?"

You stop walking at your slow pace and turn your body to the beds of flowers lining the path. Small and dainty flowers much like a Californian wildflower bloom contained to rows.

"Would you mind doing it for me?" you ask. You sound shame-faced.

"No, I wouldn't mind. When do you want to see her?" James asks.

"Not today, please. Maybe tomorrow."

James makes a mental note to ask you about it tomorrow. She really is on call —there's no need to make an appointment. But there's also no need to correct you and no need to worry about it now.

"The Prince, may he rest in peace, will be buried in five days. You're sure you don't mind staying until then?" He doesn't want you to leave, but the memory of your plea twists his guts. I just want to go home.

"I–yes. Of course. I owe it."

James doesn't know about that. But the Prince never did any harm to you, though he never made any efforts to take care of you, and so it won't hurt for you to attend. Still…

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. I know that Lily and Emmeline stressed that your presence was desired, but that's political. It's the image of the country, of our country. And the UK, who's royal family, as you know yourself, are deeply embroiled in scandal and, ah, what's thought to be empty rhetoric."

You're starting to look rather frazzled. James decides to pull back his professionalism a touch.

"Genovia protects the image of the Royal family because they've seen how ire builds in other countries. Deserved ire. They want it to seem as though you are cohesive, cooperative, and not–"

"A secret."

"Yes. If you'd gone to Oxford, they would've lied," —he shouldn't be saying this, for the record— "and said you'd been extradited for your safety. Or spun some tale about a normal childhood."

"But I'm a drop out who lives in a one bedroom flat."

"Yes." He watches the side of your face. Your eyes are glued to the flowers and unwavering. "I don't think there's any shame in that."

"Thanks," you mumble.

You don't believe him. He doesn't mind. He has plenty of time to convince you of your worth.

"Would you like to pick some of the flowers?" he asks.

"I don't want to ruin anyone's hard work."

"They won't mind."

You crouch down, reaching for the flowers. Your fingers weave through the dark stems of gorgeous purple and pink flowers, their colours so marvellously vibrant yet their shapes elegant enough to suit. You choose a purple flower with white edges and pick it gently. After a moment, you pick a second.

You stand, holding the flowers between your thumb and forefinger.

You clutch your flowers like small lifelines as he walks you back into the palace. You worry audibly about the location of your new sketchbook, and don't seem to like it when one of the guards who'd been watching you this morning seamlessly removes himself from a wall with the book in hand.

James asks you what you want to do and you don't know. You aren't hungry, you aren't in the mood for movies or music and it might seem disrespectful for you to be seen at the theatre —not that James thinks you would spend much time there anyhow. You don't want to do anything at all, so James suggests that you retire to your private quarters and have some time to yourself.

He takes up station by the door, listening to the dull scratching of your pencil for a good hour. He wonders if, occasionally, you're talking to yourself: there isn't much to go off of, the suggestion of your voice rather than the reality. You could be humming. You might be clearing your throat.

An hour later and there's silence.

James pulls his radio from his shoulder. Guarding you when you aren't up for talking is, unfortunately, rather dull. And he worries what it is you're upto; quiet is indicative of absence.

"Sirius?" he asks the radio.

Sirius does not often wear a radio, and he has his pager even less. It's a wonder he gets anything done.

"James?" Remus asks, his voice crackling over the channel.

"Hey, is Sirius with you?"

"He's not. He's assembling a potential funeral wardrobe for Her Highness. Do you want me to go look for him?"

James almost laughs. "I have people for that. Mikkelson?"

He can practically hear Mickey's groan at being picked on before the man picks up his radio and says, "Yeah, sir?"

"Find Mr. Black, won't you? Thank you."

Hoping Sirius is on his way, James knocks your door.

He, professionally (and he is trying so hard to be a professional), should call you Princess or Your Highness. But both titles make your skin crawl now that they're fact, so he opts for neither.

"Are you alright in there?" he asks.

You don't answer. James sighs and eases open your door. He wouldn't usually, not every silence is ominous, and your privacy is a right, but your safety is the priority and at the moment you're a high level target whether James agrees with that assessment or not. If he were to ignore protocol, and you were annihilated, he would go to prison for a long, long time.

You're asleep at the desk.

James is honestly surprised. It can't be comfortable, and your bed is probably one of the comfiest in the world with a state of the art orthopaedic mattress and duck-down pillows and quilts. What's worse, your desk chair is solid wood and likely fifty years old. The crick in your neck and the damage to your back will be extraordinary.

And yet, it isn't James' job to wake you up.

Professionally, James should leave. He should go back to his posting at the door. He has no need to wake you.

You're frowning in your sleep. When you wake, he imagines you'll have graphite rubbed into your cheek.

James sighs and leaves the room.

"You wanted to see me?" Sirius asks, sounding spritely as he walks down the hallway toward him.

"Hello," James says, and if they were in school he would stand up from a slouching pose against the wall and collect Sirius into a bear hug, slapping his back, maybe pulling a lock of his hair while saying something flirtatious.

He stands at rigid attention.

"Drop the stance, my love," Sirius says. James snorts. "There's no one here to see you."

"It's not the point."

"I know. What did you want? I'm quite busy."

"Could you start carrying your pager, please? Or better, a radio? Then you wouldn't have to cross the entire building to find me."

"You could've called me?" Sirius suggests.

"I don't have a phone while I'm working."

"Well, that's silly."

"I was…" He lowers his voice. "I'm worried the Princess is lonely."

"Then go talk to her."

"I can't. You know as well as I do that the point of my being here is to protect her to the best of my ability, and that requires an unaffected point of view. I can't give her my full attention while giving her safety my full attention, that doesn't add up."

"Then grab a couple of other men and then go speak to her."

"This is my job, Sirius. I'm paid to do this."

"Not paid to make sure she's in company," Sirius says. He smiles at James like he's won the argument and James, brimming with brotherly affection, wants to chop him in the stomach.

"Her mental health–"

"Yes, I know. Just as important as physical. And while you wear the badge with pride, James, it still isn't your job." Sirius leans against the wall opposite. The hallways here are huge. It is quite the gap. "I was thinking I'd make her an appointment with Cindy."

"She said she'll make one tomorrow."

"Oh, brilliant. You know, Cindy's getting a divorce?"

"I didn't know that," James says. "How do you know that?"

Sirius taps the side of his nose before crossing his arms tightly across his chest, looking smug. "She's very single now, Jamie. And very pretty, she's a redhead."

"Sirius…"

Sirius stands, stretches and meets James at your doorway. "Okay, fine, I can see you're not in the mood."

"It's not because of you."

"I know that, thanks," Sirius says, stepping on James' steel-capped boot as he pushes past him.

"Sirius–"

Sirius pulls his hand back from your door handle. "What?" he asks.

"She's sleeping. Try to wake her nicely."

"If she's sleeping, why does she need company?"

James nods toward your door insistently.

Sirius does as he's being asked because he's a sweetheart with entirely too much time for James, despite also being on the clock. James can't see anything from his position, but he can hear your conversation.

Sirius lets himself into the room. He likely shakes your shoulder with care as he says, "Princess Y/N, poor darling, are you alright?"

"Sorry," you say scratchily. Here James thinks you might've lifted your head and discovered the crick in your neck. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to be somewhere?"

"No." There's an unmistakable fondness in Sirius tone, hiding just beneath the practised facade that comes with working for Royalty. "Do you want me to help you into bed? Or call for an attendant?"

"No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… Sorry. What did you need?"

"I have some clothes picked out for you to wear to the funeral proceedings. I want your opinion, but I don't need it right now. You can go back to bed if you like."

"No," you say. James feels for you. No, no, no. "I can do whatever you need me to."

"Why don't you freshen up, first? James stole you at dinner, I'll go have him order something sweet to the fitting rooms, alright?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sirius emerges from your room and gives James an elbowing. "You could've woken her up. You're not heartless."

"I'm technically not allowed in there if she doesn't permit me."

"She doesn't know that, and I'm sure she'd prefer a wake up call than to be left like that." Sirius rubs one of his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Sorry, I'm not shouting at you. But I really don't think you need to worry about permission and not speaking to her. She's not Julianna," his voice drops to a murmur, "she doesn't think she's above us."

"I don't care if she does," James says honestly. Not because he thinks you should feel superior, but because he learned a long time ago that people do, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. "Mary's back tomorrow. If she catches even a whiff of how I've been behaving–"

Sirius holds James' gaze. "Poor girl had pencil on her face."

"Yes."

"They're going to eat her alive."

"Probably."

"But we won't let them," Sirius says.

"Not willingly."

Sirius nods. "Are you coming with us?"

"Yeah." He checks his watch. "Couple hours left yet 'til six. Are you off at the same time?"

"No, are you kidding? I finish at three like a normal person."

"That's not normal. Ever heard the phrase nine to five?"

"Normal compared to the royals, who work never to never."

James shushes him. Sirius shushes James back.

"Are we ready to go?" you ask.

James grins at the shock on Sirius' face, as if to say, What, you didn't hear her? Even though he'd barely heard your approach himself. A picture of politeness, Sirius ushers you down the hallway with him.

You trek down onto the first floor, through the huge foyer and into the main section of the palace hiding behind the grand banquet hall. Here resides the fitting rooms, not too far from the servants quarters in case the tailors or maids are required.

Sirius calls for an attendant despite the horror on your face at the suggestion as he leads you into the biggest fitting room. It's almost like a shop, in that it houses racks upon racks of clothing no doubt loaned in for Sirius' perusal.

He drags a smaller rack to the centre of the room.

"How do you feel about trying things on? Do you need a partition?" Sirius looks at you for a few seconds. "I'll call for one."

You look like you've been slapped.

James clears his throat. "He knows you're shy," he says.

You take that much better. "Yeah. I do want the partition. Please."

James weighs up the possibility of your possible murder and decides the chances are still too high to offer to leave. He truly won't be able to see you behind the partition, and it's not worth the administrative hell in any case. He hates how his job makes him constantly aware of how you might be murdered, but he likes knowing he could protect you with force. It evens out.

"A fancy education may have helped me be where I am today, but it doesn't account for style or taste." Sirius smiles, propping himself on the arm of a suede armchair. "Which is my saying that you don't have to like what I like, and if you hate stuff just say. I won't be offended, Your Highness."

"Please, no Your Highness," you murmur.

"James says I dress like a socialite with too much money and not enough taste."

"I do say that," James says.

You laugh under your breath. "Well, I'm sure you've better taste than me. I've never been to an event like this, I don't want to embarrass myself, so, um, don't let me."

"I won't," Sirius says.

Sirius understands the fashion tastes of the elite even if he doesn't personally enact them. He passes you an outfit, and you disappear behind the propped up partition to change. With the windows closed and the curtains drawn, only the overhead light is in play, and your shadow is reflected onto the floor to the left. James averts his eyes.

You try on a couple of outfits. James tries very hard to look as though he's not paying attention to your squirming unhappiness at the fit and look of your clothes. You get more and more embarrassed as time moves forward. The attendant Sirius summoned, a tailor named Melinda, offers suggestions of alterations and what she thinks would suit your silhouette most.

"Do I have one?" you ask.

"A silhouette?" Melinda asks, a push pin in between her teeth. "Sure you do."

"My stomach–"

"Is that a problem area?" Melinda asks.

"I thought so–"

"If you're worried, we can find something that fits the to the chest and loosens at your abdomen," Sirius says, "but I don't think you need to worry."

James agrees. You aren't skinny and James isn't stupid, he knows the immense stigma surrounding your body type must have battered your self-esteem growing up, but he thinks you're pretty and that you've a lovely shape to you. The idea that you have to hide certain body parts when there's nothing wrong with them in the first place has him biting his tongue, wanting to comment and knowing he definitely should not. You've looked nice in everything you've put on, smart and proper for an unfortunate event.

"I don't know," you mumble.

Sirius has amazing crisis averting senses, having micromanaged a spoiled narcissist for years. You don't require nearly as much petting or fawning, and you aren't throwing a tantrum either way.

"Let's finish for today," he says. "We can look at everything with fresh eyes, and I'm off at three."

James cringes and Melinda looks at him like he's grown a second head; you don't mention the end of a shift in front of the royals. He knows this, and he knows that you don't know this, so Sirius is absolutely pushing his luck. You're a thoughtful girl —you immediately agree.

Though that might be on account of how you look like you've been thrown a life raft. "Okay, thank you," you say, beginning to put clothes back on their hangers.

Sirius waves you away. "Leave some work for the rest of us, Your Sweetness."

Again, second head.

James opens the door and takes you back through the maze of the Palace before Sirius can commit a sackable offence. You're as quiet as you've been all day, your footsteps the only proof that you're present as you climb the steps to the second floor.

Professionalism, James thinks.

"I think you looked nice in everything," he says.

The opposite of professionalism. Oh, he could vault over the bannister.

He just wanted to see you smile today, a real smile, or at least hear something sure in your voice that proves he's made the right decision. That you won't be totally miserable if he convinces you to take on the mantle.

"Yeah?" you say, though you don't give him any time to answer. "I don't– I don't want to look good for a funeral, it's a funeral, but I know it'll be on TV, and maybe in the newspapers, so I don't want to be badly dressed and I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to even like…" You nibble your lip for a while before heaving a big sigh. "Sorry, I'm doing this again, I'm giving you jobs that aren't your job."

"It's relatively easy to tell you that you looked good. It's not a job."

"You don't have to comfort me, is what I mean."

"That's also easy… and it will definitely be in the newspapers. For a long time."

"Oh, sugar."

James holds his hand out as you trip up a short step, but you don't fall, and you don't need his offered help. He tucks his hand behind his back again and follows your lead.

"Newspapers, the news in general, people, they can all be very, very horrible, but I think the focus will be on your DNA, rather than your outfit. I mean, the gossip rags and tabloids will absolutely pick you apart, but they do it everybody, and I won't let you read those."

People are cruel. They don't even realise it.

"Whatever outfit you choose, you'll look good, and people will hate it anyway," he says.

"That sounds awful."

"It is. But… they can't stop you from being you. It's better to do what you want to do without worrying about how it'll look to everyone on the outside. You should do what you think is right."

Okay, he's not exclusively talking about clothes anymore, but his point stands.

"What if I look like an idiot?" you ask him quietly.

"You'll look like an exceedingly well-dressed one."

A sharp veer. Even the word 'professionalism' is starting to annoy him.

"Don't stress, yeah? We'll work it all out tomorrow."

You rub your elbow as the two of you approach your room again. "Thanks, James."

He's on a knife's edge here. Break the rules and face Mary's wrath. Stick to them blindly and drive you further and further from the crown.

James, selfishly, needs you to want this. And if you need a friend, a real friend, to do that, then he can toe the line. He decides it right there on your door jam.

"Princess," he says, "I have to talk to you about something."

"Okay… what is it?"

"When you go home, I'll be coming with you."

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thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! if you did, I’d love it if you let me know <3 also sry the next part should hopefully be delivered faster lol

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heartsforscara · 3 months

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“call me back?”

in the wanderer’s eyes, you are amicable, beautiful, and soft with a backbone. he loves you with his whole heart, albeit not the kind of love people fantasize about. love is not fluffy and all giddy emotions or warm hearts to him. love is painful. love is eating him alive.

in his opinion, he is none of those. he is rotten at heart, his is ugly, with scratches on his porcelain like skin spiraling upwards on his limbs, and he is so rude that his words pierce. he fears he will sully you, terrified he is but an impurity in your life who will taint you.

he refuses to let that happen. so no, he cannot give in, cannot admit to you that his pining over you has been brutally murdering him, your soft words skewering him again and again, annoyingly creating a hole in his heart only a certain someone can fill. he will swallow the words he wishes to say every single time, the three words he had practised in the mirror countless times compressed into nothing but ashes to rise from the dust the text time.

and the excruciating process has repeated once twice, three times. a science experiment should be repeated 3 times to ensure reliability, they say. is he so incompetent that he still cannot arrive at a conclusion even after the 3 repetitions?

he cannot fathom why he can’t let go of you. he knows fully well why he likes you— your perfects make up a whole list. but he is the villain. he is trying to change. he should at least not be so ridiculously selfish as to try to keep you all for himself. he breathes.

to him, you remain sui generis even in a crowd. their voices form a cacophony of ignorant fools babbling their incompetent minds away. your voice is what he describes as “grating” or “downright suffocating”, but the opposite is true, and he plays your voice on repeat in your head.

his reticent nature is one you know all too well, and yet you can tell how he truly feels. you notice his fleeting glances at you from across the room, his longing gaze not escaping you. you had wanted to express your feelings countless times, but you remind yourself; he is healing. you will wait.

but alas, a little push never hurt anyone. he is wont to your teasing nature, so when you call him, he does not think too much of it.

“kiyoshi! hi!”

Kiyoshi. the name you had bestowed upon him. it had brought him unbridled joy and confusion when he had first heard it, and to this day it still does. kiyoshi, ironically, means pure and soundless.

pure.

why would someone ever think he was pure? after all the things he’s done, all the lying, the killings, the crimes-

he breaks his train of thought.

“… [name]. hey. what’s going on?” his voice had an underlying tone of worry— he was always far too cautious for his own good.

“nothing. just wanted to ask you something.”

a pause, and none of you spoke, leaving an awkward silence.

“hello? are you… not going to ask the question?”

“ah. well, I need to hang up now. sorry. I texted you the question. and im not accepting a text response!”

“huh?”

“BYE!”

——-

he stares at your text, incredulous. “Will you call me back tomorrow?”

shit. he’s falling far too deep into this rabbit hole, isn’t he?

——

the next day, he calls you. “hello?”

“oh! hey! I assume your answer is a yes?”

“No. my answer is no.” his voice has an edge to it, as if expressing his defiance.

he can hear chortles of laughter from your side. “kiyoshi, you’re so funny!”

he dismisses the comment, ignoring how his cheeks burn at the comment. not the good kind of burn- the kind of burn that leaves him gasping, needing more.

“shut up. anyways. why go through this wild goose chase? you called me just to ask me to call you? that’s stupid. get to the point, [name].”

you stifle a giggle. “I just wanted to hear your voice, kiyoshi. I can’t see you everyday, so I just wanted to let you know that your voice is really pretty. I’ll ask you another question on text today. remember to reply, only through calls!”

you hang up on him leaving him aching. if he had a heart, it would have squeezed itself so tight it would be left with nothingness. what gives you the right to make his chest clench, to make his knees buckle, to give him hopes of a rose-tinted future?

grumbling, he opens the text.

“will you call me back?”

#scaramouche #scaramouche headcanons #scara x you #scara x y/n #scara x reader #wanderer #genshin impact #headcanon #crack fic #genshin x reader #reader insert

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lilmajorshawty · 2 years

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Venus, Moon And Romance. 💖🎶

Moon Or Venus In Aries - Moon or Venus in The First House: The Constant Hard on.

🎶Rosalia - Pienso Tu Mira

🎶Rosalia - Di Mi Nombre

🎶Rosalia - A Pale

🎶INNA - SIn Ti

🎶Clubz - Popscuro

🎶Buscabulla - Tartaro

For these natives romance and love itself is a heated and fiery expression, an art form a means of drama to the ordinary.They run hot and can seem temperamental, in your face and entirely too good to be true in terms of their passionate and rather blunt way of expressing desire. They don’t keep you guessing with the hot and cold, rather they invite a wild fire that’ll never cease right to your front door. They crave intensity and to feel desired, more than most they become a child in love and they are deeply seeking the type of love, desire and heat that can come from a romantic entanglement. Men and Women of this placement tend to crave something a little “bad” for them, and it can be quite hard if aries is present to solely pursue the good guy. They want someone to tame them otherwise if the person is lacking in tenacity or presence they'll get eaten alive by these natives and that is when they loose interest. Even with a chart full of Libra or Cancer, Aries being present will give them that edge, and fiery raw sexual nature that seeps through the skin like molten magma. Sexually they are easy to arouse but hard to keep consistently so. The reason is that they need someone who can keep up, change pace and catch every single one of their drifts, mental jumps and physical desires that change CONSTANTLY. they can be worse than Gemini in this sense because what fascinated them a moment ago can change at a moments notice. They are ferocious lovers and can have a strong jealous streak. the thing with them is though Jealousy, anger, sadness are fleeting emotions for them, so if you continuously hurt them, you’ll see the famous Arian detachment that puts even Aquarius and Leos to shame. They are very content with one lover but can play the field like no ones business when they’re single. They are also very picky about sex, the when and the where of it matter to them when they aren’t in love. They are magnetic, independent and time never makes them see father time. The youth and passion they bring into their unions can be draining but it can also feel like a never ending merry-go- round.

“I want it to kill me, Rip me up and leave me wasted, dead, aching”

Moon Or Venus in Taurus - Moon Or Venus In the 2nd House: Everything Taboo, Above And Below

🎶Clea Vincent - Chateau Perdu

🎶Clea Vincent - Retiens Mon Desir

🎶CLIO - T’as vu

🎶Claire Laffut - Verite

🎶Claire Laffut - Nudes ft Yseult

🎶Vendredi Sur Mer - Lune Est L’Autre

For These natives there is often a underhanded beat to them. they are conventional, but the moment you snag em, tug on those heart strings they try so desperately to hide you’ll see just how intense and obsessive these bulls can be. “obsessive” isn’t used here to be derogatory rather it’s to set the tone of the type of love these natives express. They want to devour their lover, in every aspect in every moment. They soak up the sweet talks, head rubs and sensual body touching like it was a blue star. they adore the mundane and subtle aspects of a connection more than most people and because of that they are easy to read. they are choosy and cold until they decide you are worth their time but the moment they set their hooves in the ground you become the bell they wont and can’t stop dancing around. they prefer a slow courting stage in most cases, but these Women and Men tend to be lovers and can’t help get swept up by the moment. Some might start slow and then be eaten up by the passion only a short while after. They are intense, dare i say even more so than Scorpios could ever be. The reason of the stark contrast in their level of intensity derives from the fact that unlike Scorpio, Taurus has their passions so deeply tied to the senses and the world around them that they become a slave to it. They can’t turn away from their desires or passions and are often ruled by lust in many cases that gets mistaken for love. They live in a world of infatuation more than they do one ruled by “true love.” they have a tendency of giving their hearts to the devil when their are angels all around begging for their love. Sexually in a union they are gluttons and can go and go, and go. The more they grow accustomed to you or your touch the orgasms they have tend to grow in intensity. They are loyal till death but are more on the conservative side even when they are single. they value long term over something that is one night unless they are severely lacking in any foundations in their life at the time. they can be overwhelming for some relationship wise because of how “real” they can be. They don’t play around and will be demanding lovers.

“I Feel you like vibrations along my nerves, It drives me crazy but please don’t stop vibrating”

Moon or Venus In Gemini - Moon Or Venus In The Third House: The Insatiable Want, The Constant Empty.

🎶Paradis - Hemisphere

🎶Paradis - Toi Et Moi

🎶Jacques Greene - Night Service(Fort Rameau Remix)

🎶Jacques Greene - Distance

🎶Polica - Little Threads

🎶Polica - Warrior Lord

For these natives the line between romance and Complete apathy is very thin. One moment they are feeling the highs and lows of falling in love, having a crush, having a desire so intricate and tight knit that they are practically engulfed by the sensation like a drug. Yet in less than a second, a moment or a few days all of that intensity can fade, erode or seemingly exhaust its enthusiasm faster than the speed of light. The reason being is for Gemini placements romance, sex, attraction is in the head, it’s not solely dependent on the flesh. they are enthused by bodily assets like a big dick, or a nice curve, or even mayhaps a pretty smile, but it isn’t what ties the deal in for them. they prefer a dance that is littered with words spoken and unspoken. they enjoy a quiet sound to the courting stage that does not involve a heavy reliance on intimacy in the way many of us are so dependent and expectant of. Many with this placement aren’t talkers when they like someone, rather they become mouse. yet when it’s someone they feel nothing for they can dance better than anyone ever could, you might even think they’re in love with you if you didn’t already know better. Similar to Scorpio(hence why the two are inconjunct) When these natives actually feel something for you, they become very quiet, very careful and cautious and very..Dare i say ATTACHED. Now for many of us this isn’t something bad right? well for Gemini placements this is a fate worse than death. they are intensely afraid of loosing objectivity when it comes to these matters which all becomes gone with the wind the moment these women and men begin to actually cherish their moments with you. For the Gemini mooners this can mean going mute or loosing the ability to start a conversation with the person which is a complete 360 from what they originally present to you which will have you wondering if they hate you. For the Venus sisters and brothers this can mean becoming concerned, attentive but “distant” Which will contrast how open, bubbly and childlike they just were with you. For these natives attraction goes from being something lighthearted, and a time waster to something consuming and mentally absent. as lovers, once they get over the mental dead space hurdle they ARE immensely loving and and emotionally responsive, often having no qualms about expressing their love and desire of you. In fact they are some of the most vocal lovers of the zodiac. they can have moments where they seem more distant and unavailable but really this stems from the fact that no matter how you look at it you will always be dealing with more than one person when you deal with Gemini. The first decan oscillates between care free and open to, serious and pessimistic. the second decan oscillates between independent and Dependent. the third decan oscillates between childlike and bubbly to cold and emotionally distant. So always remember they can switch at any moment and knowing which twin your’re dealing with is important. Sexually they can fluctuate, they’re similar to Pisces in this regard they want sex when you want sex, they are into what you are into, the only difference for this mutable position is that if you can’t stimulate their mind, the will loose interest in the sex within a second of the foreplay. they are very hard to arouse, and if you can’t get their head in it, the sex wont happen at all.

“Demonstrations of good and bad, leave me wondering why i can’t find myself playing either side solely, i’d rather play both”

Moon or Venus in Cancer - Moon or Venus In The 4th House: If a Heart Could build A home

🎶Amanda Stenberg - Let My Baby Stay

🎶Raveena - Honey

🎶Maye - Tu

🎶Japanese Breakfast - Boyish

🎶Moonchild - The List

🎶Odie - North Face

For These Natives love and Romance can feel like a game of chasing after what doesn’t want you and being chased after what you do not like. Their intense sexuality draws people in like moths to a fly, mainly because their aura is so earthly and divinely feminine and self assured no matter if they are male or female. They are impossible to meet in the realm of emotions mainly because they keep a very thick wall between what they feel and what they “intuitively” pick up from someone. Often i’d describe them as waves of the sea that never find stillness. Finding and maintaining interest in a lover beyond the initial physical attraction can be difficult for them, this is due to their inner insecurities linked to self love.Attracting taboo and mind games is always at the forefront until they master true inner self love, as when they haven’t mastered this crucial aspect everyone that gravitates towards them are reflections of this inner hate of the self. They can have a bad girl/bad boy complex that is shrouded in the sweet and innocent disposition. Part of them is dark and intense which is a stark contrast to what they outwardly portray to the world around them. Falling n love takes years for them and even if they do happen to let you in sooner you’ll feel as though you’re only getting part of them as these natives take the Scorpio ice out to a whole new level. Family and their relationship with their family will color how intimate or lacking in intimacy they may be. If much of their childhood was restricted they’ll challenge that theme by creating tension and seeking something dark in their love unions. if they were loved and protected they will be just as parental and tender as their upbringing taught them to be. Ociliating between committed and not committed can be the case with those who possess the lower vibrations of these placements but in most cases depth, emotional intensity and complete smothering represent the expression of their love once they truly let you in. Moodiness and emotional black outs are common as well especially the closer you get to them. They can seem lighthearted, fun and deeply detached one moment and then jealous, agitated and closed the next moment. They tend to be very sexual but can seem asexual most times due to how important emotional standings are prior to having sex can be for them. They need “Emotional Understanding” for sex to really mean anything to them which is often why sexualizing their “curves” or “body” is the quickest way to turn them off. These natives are intense and they can put Scorpios to shame a million times over so if you don’t have your emotions together be very aware they will tear that shit out of you.

“I wanted to feel you like the wind on my skin, and the welting nerves as i form tears”

Moon Or Venus In Leo - Moon Or Venus In The 5th house: If It’s Not Fire Or Desire

🎶Kaytranda - 10%

🎶Kaytranda - Do It

🎶 Ravyn Lenae - Sticky

🎶Kelela - LMK

🎶Lion Babe - Treat Me Like Fire

🎶Lion Babe - Hourglass Ft. Disclosure

Full Fledged Leo moon and venus/in the 5th housers tend to exude this powerful force, and energy that feels angelic yet ferocious like that of a fallen angel. Love can be exhilarating but Painful. For them love is like the forbidden fruit and one they tend to be frightened of eating. They can boist their self love, or self confidence and self reliance but it’s all a farce to protect themselves from the scariest part of life, the part one cannot control no matter how brightly they try to shrug it off. This Unknown killer of Leo’s is love. They can be a slave to it, no matter how intense they can be with the rest of life that is the only sphere of their life they have no counter too. They approach love with a level of heaviness, as if you where caught in a house fire. They literally devour their lovers, body and soul. There is no, “Half” when it comes to romance, they need it in bulk and by the trillions and even the slightest smell of insincerity or distraction in your tone will have them out of love faster than water droplets have time to hit the floor during a storm. Ultimatums is their love language and they constantly pose them as they often times find their romances or lovers failing to meet their incredibly high love demands. On it’s own this isn’t bad but they can often times attract power plays and intense dire combatants in their love unions that makes things incredibly unstable and tense. Now in many cases these natives are attracted to this sort of fiery back and forth but it can at times put them in grave danger if their appetite to be challenged isn’t dealt with in youth. The Lion spirit is very present in their actions and they tend to have their libidos sky rocket when they are in love as almost all of their instincts are telling them to preform, entice and seduce their lovers. They are insanely giving and “other” centered but despite this they can be A LOT to handle due to how much of “you” they want. For these natives they are independent and they expect this same ability to be “alone” from you, though if this is overdone they can loose interest. similarly to cats they like to be seduced and be left guessing,so if they grow to expect certain behavior from you they’ll grow bored, yet if you change the rules too much they’ll grow paranoid at you. A nice balance of wanting them, yet having outside things to do is healthy as it gives them time to miss you but also time to appreciate you being away. Chaos is the best way to describe their love style, as it can feel like being trapped in a volcanic explosion 25/8 and don’t even think about asserting dominance without being challenged, the men and women with this placement will dig your grave before listening to a single demand you give them. SEX and INTIMACY are intense needs for these natives once they let you in and this gets pretty exhausting if you aren’t a person who is normally used to so much “contact” that being said these natives are Loyal almost to a fault and don’t know when enough is enough but trust me if taken for granted too long you’ll notice their disappearance as it will feel like having all the fire, passion leave your body. it could be compared as too having the sun itself turn it’s back on you.

“The idea was to feel like i was already crowned, the flowers, and gold, the rosemary and wine, the inescapable desire, to feel totally engulfed by impulsive passion”

Moon Or Venus Virgo - Moon Or Venus In The 6th House: Something To be Fixed, Something Always Broken.

🎶Brent Faiyaz - Skyline

🎶 Brent Faiyaz - rehab

🎶Brent Faiyaz - Insecure

🎶FKA Twigs - Thousand Eyes

🎶FKA Twigs - Cellophane

🎶FKA Twigs - Hows That

These natives are well known for their melancholic, rather dreary expression. they exude innocents and sensitivity yet something deep in this lost girl, lost boy aesthetic seems like there is often a double meaning to this willingness to be of service to others. unlike the sun and mars of this position the desire to be of service isn’t all the tied up to self worth or their ego rather it is tied up to their need for the concept of perfect emotional fulfillment. as you can imagine this is a very high bar to place on every partnership as most often than not meeting someone whom you connect with so deeply is a rare sight in itself and maintaing the highs and lows of your differences is what we all must come to accept and understand as a part of unity with another. These natives can lack the ability to be patient in that regard often wanting that ideal faster than it’s often ready to present itself so they often move things forward by creating a mission or becoming the mission themselves. thats the dark polarity of these beautiful people, one could blame it on mercury. The difference being that while gemini are semi conscious of this polarity, Virgo compartmentalize these personas and in the realm of emotions and relationships it creates highs and lows that show up as rifts and chasms rather than outright ups and downs. This is the allure, often times they present a rigid, aloof, and cool demeanor. they can feel misleading, because after the lengthy courting period they will make you their project, their sword, their mask, their blanket and yes even their home. they are sensitive and EXTREMELY trapped in their head-space so many times over they are analyzing their actions as well as yours. they value space and sanctum so often times they try to keep away from your friends unless you’ve vocally expressed that you’d like them to converse with your friends. they wont tag along with you somewhere unless you personally invite them or let them know its something you’ll desire. they wont initiate sex unless you express the desire for them first. see with these natives it’s not flirty and blunt like fire it’s slow and sensual like earth. everything is slow building. These natives let you know in every natural and environmentally practical way that they want you. one example is the way they touch you, it’ll seem like you’re their patient in a hospital, it’ll be the way they pay attention to every detail as if you’re their first born, it’s the way they’ll handle you and your weaker personality traits with kid gloves and patients, and it’s the way they nit pick the mess out of you to build you into something great. these natives are slow to truly invest emotionally and you’ll always feel like you’re dealing with a shy teenager of the quiet variety but they are so loyal and so deeply sacrificing. Sexually they are beyond freaky, the live and breath your desires and are willing to compensate in any way to match those desires. they don’t run hot and cold so most likely they will be direct and upfront about their intentions no matter how shy they are. ironically the more they like you the more rational their mannerisms with dealing with you become. they also do the famous virgo stare but unlike the sun and mars counterpart it’s much sadder and plenty more vulnerable. they fall in love very hard and can be some of the sexiest of the zodiac, because 9/10 their innocent act is a gag and their real, plethora of other personalities are kinky, reckless, angry, sad, passionate, evasive, tension filled, rebellious, trauma all in one.

“to see all of your wounds and closed spaces, to live among them and bandage them, to watch you fall and stand again, that is the truest form of intimacy”

Moon Or Venus In Libra - Moon or Venus In the 7th House: The Mom And Dad Dynamic.

🎶Jungle - House In LA

🎶Jungle - Lucky i get what i want

🎶Toro y Moi - So many details

🎶Toro y Moi - Say that

🎶Zayn - BeFoUR

🎶Zayn - BoRdErsZ

These natives are often caught up in this interesting his and hers dynamic whether they are heterosexual or homosexual. the idea here is that they often seek their ID or their respective counterpart masculine to feminine. ironically their is a big concept on these natives needing their energy to be balanced otherwise their indecisive nature comes out full force. The sun and mars suffer from this to some extent but not as intensely as most often the source of their duality comes from Venus manifesting/diluting the sun and opposing mars. with moon and Venus what is happening is that the energy is caught in a feminine or masculine energy depending on the modality of their moon or Venus in the case of the houses and the decan their moon or Venus sits in for Libra. Libra decan is looking for the masc or female dynamic, Aquarius decan is looking for the emotional vs non - emotional dynamic, Gemini decan is searching for the characteristic opposite of their main personality type. The modality’s(Fixed: is looking for someone who is not rooted in security and is more free of spirit and changeable. Mutable: looking for someone with direction, a sense of self and known desire for what they seek to do, cardinal : someone passive, relaxed and emotionally cool. someone who isn’t as impulsive and is more levelheaded and not the type to do things on a whim.) these natives are very sweet, very gentle and kind hearted...but a lot of their nature is based on what they perceive would make them likable in your eyes. maybe it’s being a class clown, maybe it’s being the cocky arrogant posh girl, maybe it’s playing unfamiliar and innocent, maybe it’s playing up a darker more intense persona, maybe it’s the addict or the narcissist, they ultimately play up what they’ve already read from your personality. Libra are often more observant than even Virgos, So although they are the hardest people to peg a personality trait due to their many faces, you will often know they’re interested in you if they drop the Face and really act their awkward and shy selves. These natives in reality are passive and multifaceted, which makes them complex and rather hard to get to know deeply. They like what you like mainly because it causes the least resistance. Now are all 7th housers and libra moon and venus natives like this? yes its actually a trait that shows up the most when they’re truly in love. These natives can play up the independent, party girl or the sexual free spirit all they like but deep down they want someone who fits them like a glove and they will do just about anything to maintain that connection once they find it. They are careful yet also just enough as to not seem disinterested or dry. These natives are big filters but contrary to belief they are not the types to cheat unless they have harsher aspects involving Pluto, Uranus or Neptune on their Venus, doubly so if their libra moon or venus rest in the 8th, 11th, or 12th house. they adore beauty in relationships but this also includes the little things, the letters, or the times you forget to lock the door and have to drive all the way back home, and the nervousness of meeting parents. they love the long haul and tend to be long term oriented despite their outward fickle nature. The thing that i want to stress with these natives is that they will only do something if they want to do it, and the moment they feel pressured to act before they are ready without soft coaxing they’ll become unsure and shut down into a even more annoying state of indecisiveness. if you want them patience and slow building friendship helps to cool things down a bit. Sexually they are very sensual and extremely romantic, even if they don’t seem like the lot to be so. they prefer a stable sex partner as opposed to one nighters as they need to know what makes you feel good. they are romantic by nature so making you fall in love with them is always a secret goal of theres which makes the underdeveloped folks more dangerous. Sex and love are intertwined for them so the more they want to do it the more amorous their feelings are. now as im saying this please keep in mind everyone's desire for sex is different so even if the sex isn’t frequent but is still existent in a healthy range then they are all in.

“There is a madness to partnership, a sort of organized chaos between two people that starts one way and ultimately ends with their foot up your ass or the two of you doing the salsa on a gondola in Venice”

Moon Or Venus In Scorpio - Moon Or Venus In The 8th House : The Angel In Hell, The devil In Heaven.

🎶Cult Of Helix - Blood

🎶Koda & Bijou - There

🎶PVRIS - Hallucinations

🎶Hayley Williams - Sudden Desire

🎶Chromatics - Red Car

🎶Chromatics - Hands In The Dark

These Natives are tethered in a world and mental space far beyond anything that can be tamed or understood easily. They live in the pools of Pluto and the violent rugged storms of Mars pulling their energies too and fro like a flaming noose. On one hand they are penetrating, deep, cunning and so intensely consuming, another moment they are aloof, light Hearted, unassuming and detached. You’ll often read post about the famous Scorpio testing and their hot and cold antics,but, if i may tell you all a little secret. The hot and cold dynamic is due to their introspective nature. they analyze everything, a billion times over, negotiating aspects of your character with their “real” self, the one they still haven’t decided if you’re ready to see yet. The testing is a way to weed out the trouble makers before they plant rotten seeds in these natives already barren garden. By me saying this am i in no way implying scorpionic natives do not carry inner beauty, rather i am saying that due to the depth and intensity of their love they often are Hurt, broken and scar’d from having their love cast aside. These natives are their most vulnerable when they are young, Pluto takes from them very early on, introducing all of them to the idea of Loss, Love, Death, sacrifice, and the more sinful vs Love dynamic presented in their childhood. These natives see their love as something to be ashamed of in most cases and due to the way their intense love was received, in turn they learn to hide and withhold it. These natives are so loving and so endlessly sacrificing but more often than not they seek to protect themselves which at times stings those who are innocent or caught in the crossfire of the natives own unrealized trauma and pain. Projection is a big aspect to these natives as they often project their inner world on their environment and in turn attract people who karmically for better or worse will help them evolve. They can struggle with the concepts and lighthearted aspects that come with dating in its earlier stages such as the integral getting to know one another stage mainly due to the fact that these natives are hardwired to be distrusting of any applications of intimacy that serve the purpose of getting closer or opening up. To them the process can seem tense and stressful as an inner part of them feels like intimacy within itself is a ruse, for how could anyone truly connect to the perceived darkness behind the corridor that they themselves try to mask. There’s an instinctive duality to them that can seem like a constant storm, on one hand they are passionate, depth seeking and all or nothing, then at a moments notice they can be cool, aloof and disengaged at times hard to reach. This is their defense mechanism, they feel the pull of the connection and at times to restore stability and grounding they see you as the enemy, the danger to their solidity. There is a certain level of intrigue and awe that can stem from the way they express this hot and cold approach as it can genuinely leave you wondering where in the midst of that process lay their feelings for you. They can at times prologue this courting for days, weeks, months or years depending on the nature of their boundaries or trauma and even though they can crave the intensity and the soul bonding they would rather delay it even if it’s to their own detriment for the sake of ensuring the love and connection they feel towards you will be safe and will be genuine. Many with these aspects can attract wealthy partners or may benefit greatly from marriage due to the financial gain that will surely follow. The issue here is that on the negative end of the spectrum and especially with men of this position can marry or partner up soley for the material and financial gain that would follow the union. Chris Pratt is a perfect example of this unfortunately. That being said there is an endearing and painfully rewarding quality to the love these natives express and though it can at times lack the speed some may desire one must note that the loyalty and love that blooms for these natives is always so deep and true, much like a burning fire over a bed of ice.

#mine #venus #moon #Venus and moon in the houses

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nonbinaryaubrey · 1 year

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pretty muuch everyone in the cast has some minor inconsistencies between their artbook cover artwork, ingame art work, and sprites. (this is INCREDIBLY nitpicky i do not care thaat much.. but still. wanna point it out. also i am DEFINITELY missing things i am not going too in depth here i am soo eepy)

some small examples:

sunny:

in sunny's official artwork, and all of his in game artwork, his vest is completely black, the only time this isnt consistent is in his actual pixel sprite

Omori:

he has a preeetty simple design? so his never gets too inconsistent. but at times his sock length are changed.

(socks higher up)

(socks lower than the knees)

Kel:

Obviously, DW!Kels shirt changes constantly between artworks. cant even be annoyed at this one that shirt looks like agony to draw, altho his sprite loses the more pastel coloration.. altho i think this is just kind of a consistent thing with the dw sprites, so i wont point it out much with them.

RW Kel doesnt have.. anything suuuper noticeable ?as far as i can tell. but his sprite and actual artwork definitely have.. inconsistencies (skin tone, along with the stripe on his pants)

Aubrey:

DW Aubrey doesnt have anything suuper inconsistent i believe? so i wont bring her up. and we have already talked about RW Aubrey. her outfit is. WILLDLY inconsistent between artworks, even in the game itself. (im NOT getting into other official artworks here but . her shoes too i believe tend to not stick too one design)

Hero:

for DW Hero, just inconsistencies with the stripe thickness, the collar part of his pajamas, and.. whatever the part near the hands are called being either solid white, solid blue, or striped

for RW Hero.. oh boy. His shirt collar

Official artwork (and tag photos) it looks like this ^

in his talk sprite, its still a vneck but with a white stripe

when he saves you from drowning, it looks like this

even his pixel sprites have inconsistencies between eachother

(normal)

(hospital)

good fucking lord man .!!!

Mari:

not too much with her actually!! main thing is. inconsistencies with her having shoes or not. (if u want a bit in non-in game comparisons, some official art has her dw self wearing socks when in game i dont think shes ever shown wearing them?)

Basil:

and to end it all off, lets move onto Basil. !!!

(going to point this out first, in a LOT of both RW in DW Basil's actual artwork, he has 2 little tufts of hair at the top of his head, but in both his talk sprites and overworld sprites, its missing)

for DW Basil there is.. 2 things i think?

1: the flower crown. it varies.. a LOT between artwork. kind of obvious.

aaand. 2. his shirt . in most artwork ^ like shown above, it has a rounded tshirt neck. but in one specific artwork, it shows it being a collared shirt with a button

for RW Basil.. i dont think theres much?

kiiind of the same issue as sunny? tho less obvious ig. his shirt is shown as dark green in the official artwork, but as a muuch lighter green in the sprite.

also in his battle sprite, he loses that... little part between the vest and the collar of his shirt? idk what to call it.

i beliiieeeve thats.. it for them all? i think i am missing things apologies .but i dont feel like looking thru the wiki anymore . and i have no space left for imgs pretty much

#sorry for weird format for some images. it was because image limit #omori #<- I GET TO MAINTAG IT THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE OUT #aubrey.txt #omori spoilers

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bluravenite · 1 year

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nasty™️ ghoul hc for you (because i'm forever thinking of your surfer rain drawing)

rain insists he's only toned and muscular because of swimming, and that swimming is the only reason he needs to be strong, but every time he fucks any of the ghouls and exhibits strength in any way, he has the tiniest smirk on his face and uhhh yeah

really average and regular thoughts about rain and the way you draw him 👍

yk the drill! nsfw!! minors DNI 18+

Every morning he wakes up usually around dawn, gets dressed, takes a towel and goes to the lake. He's used to the cold lonely mornings, passing my mountains greenhouse, the clicking glass from the windchimes as he makes his way to the lake.

He doesn't like to exercise as swiss insists, instead he sits at the lakefront stretching his legs and torso, warming up and preparing for a swim. It's a full body workout at times, he dives deep into the lake bottom where he can usually find the small trinkets other ghouls and some lucky siblings have lost before. He takes them collects them, if he can identify the owner he might even give them back as a little treat… he swims until the sun is out, then dries off and goes to mountain, usually the only other ghoul to have a cup of warm tea ready at the crack of dawn, and helps him tidying up the greenhouse, moving pots, and making sure the plants are properly hydrated before going back to his room to change into his uniform.

After that he doesn't really stop the exercise, he will begin by setting the practice room for the day, sometimes others help him, or goes to help aether in the kitchen, wake up dew or meet swiss for his morning workout… which usually consists of an endurance test for rain and momentary death for swiss.

He finds that hilarious, the big strong multi ghoul struggling to even just handle him. Swiss gripping at his thighs, pushing himself flush against his hips, resting his head in the crook of the water ghouls neck, panting and heaving… Rain immutable, his only tell being the glistening dampness of his cool skin compared to the warm heat of the worked up multi ghoul, whispering nasty little words into his ears, for rain, this is just another Tuesday… for swiss… it's a challenge.

It makes rain unbelievably confident, he will walk with a nasty little smirk into the practice room, tease dew while he helps him adjust his guitar strap, catching the little fire Ghoul's hand as he swings it back. Rain pulls dewdrop by the waist, cocky smirk painted gently on his features. Rain knows what he can do, whispers in dewdrop’s ear “be a good girl now, droplet” before letting him go, tail swaying slightly behind him.

He has this same smile when mountain tries to fuck him, slick covering both their tummies as rain props himself back up driving mountain crazy, pushing the tall ghoul on his back again as he fucks himself deeper on his knot, he knows mountain wont give him a fight like this, but compared to dew, mountain’s no easy ghoul to push around.

Even Cirrus knows Rain is in charge, and so does the newer ghoul, poor little quintessence just trying to fit in. Even while on tour Rain keeps in shape, stretches every morning, sometimes even joins swiss for his morning run, helps mountain move equipment, he gives cirrus back massages before every show, to help with the tension, he knows he’s strong compared to other ghouls, strong enough to put up a fight. Strong enough to fully direct them. And everyone else knows it to, but nobody ever mentions a thing, instead they all quietly let rain have it, that confidence of knowing if he really wanted to (and he can), he could bend any of them right by the knee and fuck them into oblivion (as he has done and as he continues to do ).

Because let’s be honest, they all fucking love it.

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Things that helped me survive:

Don’t exclude things. It is scary, like wtf crisps are caloric af. But it will help you to not binge. You feel like eating some crisp? Eat some, count it into your daily intake. Maybe eat them tomorrow too. That way you wont fill yourself with unsatisfying food and still end up binging on whole bag…

Protein is the most important thing. Buy everything wit “protein” on its label

Celebrate Christmas and Easter with your family. This one day won’t change anything. Really. Your family doesn’t deserve to worry on Christmas Eve and you can eat food that only occurs at special occasions.

Take vitamin D

DON’T CHEW GUM. Research shows that actually it makes you more hungry.

Water is mandatory. 2 litres have to be drank daily.

You can drink cola 0 on ketosis while fasting. Somebody once told me that I can’t. You can drink it because it doesn’t have carbs so your ketosis is safe <3.

If you binge, don’t fast right after it. After your fast you will just binge again. Come back to normal restriction and try fasting in 2-3 days.

Buy good skin care and hair care products. You will need that. Your skin might start being grey and dry and hair will just fall out. Buy good brush, use masks, conditioners and hair growth products. Use t-shirt/special silk towel to dry it. Don’t bleach it. It will only make it worse.

VOLUME EATING - a real lifesaver, it will make you soooo satisfied. You can make whole bowls of low cal protein and veggies. Your stomach will feel full and you will have no space to eat something “forbidden”

Go for a walk. Really, that’s enough, thats how I lost 40kg. Unless you want to be toned walking is enough and you won’t faint and over exercise yourself.

Dieting can be cheap, but you have to plan for whole week.

If you live with someone, don’t even say a word about dieting. I had situations at home when I fasted for 3 days and my mom yelled at me for getting close to the fridge because she didn’t know I haven’t eaten anything for long time. Be normal about it. Hide the scale after using it. Make a password for your computer, phone, tablet. Have your own bin in your room and empty it regularly. Don’t do too much lax because they will notice you occupy bathroom for too long. Eat something high cal once in a while in front of them.

My friends are always going out to eat. If you have a boyfriend just give him some of your portion, if you are single order something lower in calories than other options and start with eating low cal ingredients. Don’t waste money on food at restaurants, buy something cheap, you are not going to eat all of it anyways. You are supposed to get skinnier, not your wallet.

If your friends want to drink, try drinking non alcoholic beer. It’s not so high in calories and you can find excuse for drinking it. If you really want to drink alcohol divide it into two portions and drink it with 0 cal cola. 0.5 shot of vodka and rest of the cup is cola, then repeat and you will appear normal.

Don’t buy konjac, I know its tempting but believe me it won’t help you with your toilet visits.

Don’t overuse lax. It took me 2 years to start sh*ting without problems and extreme pain again.

You can watch fat mukbangers or 600lb life. It makes me motivated. BUT DON’T POST FATSPO OF RANDOM PEOPLE. IT IS JUST EVIL. IF YOU DO THAT JUST STFU AND GET OUT, UR HUMAN PIECE OF TRASH. People on those shows were there voluntarily and they know they will get critique but random girls on social media don’t deserve it…

Find manual hobby that requires a lot of concentration. It will take your mind of fasting and will relax you <3

Remember ED is not pretty or cute or delicate dainty fairycore sh*t. It is pain and tears and mental damage. It’s not glamorous as we want it to be.

#⭐️ving #tw ed diet #tw ana diary #anorexcya #ana rant #an0r3c1a #@n0r3xia #@nor3×14 #⭐️ve

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risingwiththeheatabove · 1 year

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A Little Honey - Chapter 7 - You Worry Me

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting.

Word Count 4.2K

February 2022

“You are ditching me for Danny?!” You whine as you throw yourself onto Nora’s bed.

“I am sorry! I can tell him I can’t make it and we can have a girls night.” She says stepping out of the bathroom already dressed for dinner.

“No, don’t cancel. I want at least one of us to have a valentine.” You huff as you sit up to watch her finish her make up. She had borrowed a red top of yours for the evening and wanted to finish the look with a smokey eye.

“I am sure he just got wrapped up in tour prep.” She offered Josh an excuse for over looking the holiday.

“The same tour Danny is prepping for?” You shot back with a slightly annoyed tone.

“He is a particularly nervous little guy. He probably got distracted counting his rhinestones.” She joked in an attempt to make you laugh.

You were not to in a very humorous mood. It was quiet as she finished up her make up. “What will you do tonight?” She asked as you walked her to the front door.

“Don’t worry about me. Go have fun!” You said as you saw her off.

Things had been different between you and Nora. For the first time you felt an unnerving distance forming. She had been working more hours and spending time out with friends. You were happy for her, but couldn’t help but feel worried about your relationship. Ever since the day you picked her up from the truck stop you had been inseparable. There were no secrets, you shared absolutely everything. Over the past month that no longer felt true. Your conversations were short, she rarely shared her plans unless asked. Suddenly she was too busy for your sisterly outings. You felt guilty thinking maybe you pushed her away or replaced her with Josh.

Your relationship with Josh was just as confusing. The only difference being you were now sleeping together. A lot.

December 2021

“Good morning Honey.” Josh said sweetly into your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead. Your bodies still naked and tangled together from the night before. You nuzzle your face into his neck and hum in response. He brushed light circles over your back with his fingers.

“Do we have to drive back today?” You ask muffled by his skin pressed against your lips.

“Maybe Nora can drive and we can get comfortable in the back.” He says grabbing your chin in his hand placing a suggestive kiss on your lips.

“That is wishful thinking for someone who left her at the bar last night.” You playfully remind him as you meet him for another kiss. His hands grazing the light purple hickeys on your neck. Causing your mind to recall the conversation you shared in the bathtub. The hopeless feeling found you once more as your mind wondered. He could sense your changing energy.

“Honey…” He said placing his hand on your cheek. Your attention brought back to him you offer a small smile in return. His eyes scanned yours as his own thoughts rolled around in his head. “I…” He started to speak but was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

“Rise and shine lovers! Let’s choose the road or whatever the kids say!” Nora shouts as she continues knocking.

“Ughhh.” Josh groans as he rolls on to his back clearly annoyed.

You lean over offering another kiss before getting up and gathering your things. Upon returning to your hotel room you find Nora all to eager to ask about your evening. Pretending not to notice her staring at you as get dressed and start packing up.

“Come on! I get left at the bar and you wont even give me details?!” Nora pestered cheerfully as she finished packing her own things.

“It was great.” You respond trying to muster up a convincingly happy tone. Her expression changed, puzzled by your mood.

“What happened?” She asked softly as she took a seat next to your bag on the bed. You continued shoving things in until you could no longer ignore her.

“I am not sure. I have no fucking clue what Josh and I are! If we are fucking anything at all!” You begin to dump all of your feelings out. “He says he is in love with me, he says no rules, but then he ‘doesn’t want to put a label on things’. What the fuck is that shit? How am I supposed to feel?” Your face gets hot with anger as you begin pacing the room.

“Did you tell him what you want? You have a say in this as well.” She reminds you in a comforting tone.

“No…” You paused thinking about what she said. “You are right! I am going to tell him how I feel about his fucking games!” An angsty confidence washes over you. You turn to walk out the door.

“Slow your roll hot rod! Can we get back to Nashville before we have any emotional relationship discussions? We will all be trapped in a car together for 9 hours if this goes south.” Nora said half jokingly. You agreed to wait until you were back home. You both finish collecting your bags and meet Josh outside of his room. He shoots you his usual toothy grin as you catch his eye. You all walk to the Jeep together finding your usual spots. Nora in the back and you in the passenger seat.

The ride was unremarkable for the first few hours. You and Josh carried on like normal while Nora slept. Josh rambled on about tour and how amazing the new stage set up was going to be. You gave your best attempted at paying attention. You were chomping at the bit to tell him how you were feeling. When you heard Nora begin to snore you figured it was a safe time to redirect the conversation.

“We started working with a new costume designer as well. She does some really astonishing work. I can not wait for you to see my jumpsuits.” Josh said flashing you another smile.

“That’s awesome.” You say half heartedly as your attention drifts to the sites seen through the passenger window.

“I can tell your mind has been elsewhere today.” He says quietly as he laces his fingers through yours.

“I love you Josh. You tell me you love me but then can’t commit to anything! You say there are no more rules but then make a new rule! You said it yourself, these games we play get tiring. Do you ever consider what I want?” You whisper displeased.

“I know. I have not been fair and I am sorry. I wanted to talk to you this morning before we were so rudely interrupted.” He says as he rolls his eyes playfully attempting to make you laugh. It works. A small smile creeps up the corners of your mouth. “I am yours Honey. If you will have me.” He says placing a delicate kiss on top of your hand.

You feel the tears filling your eyes. “That is all I want.” You say wiping them away before they can spill over.

“But I want to court you properly! I want to do this right. I want to give you everything you deserve.” He says all to excited by the ideas buzzing around in his head.

You crumble at his words. The joyful tears flow faster than you can keep up with. Nora hears you crying and instantly wakes up to comfort you. She reaches around the seat hugging you above your shoulders.

“Shit, Josh what did you do?” Nora asked ready to attack. Josh throws his hands up in defense.

“Happy tears Nora.” You correct her as you collect yourself.

“What the fuck happened to waiting until we got back to Nashville?” She jests as she offers you a slap to the arm before returning to her nap.

February 14th 2022

Since returning from Michigan Josh had been incredibly busy with tour prep. If you weren’t on a date or sleeping together he was almost unreachable. Occasionally surprising you with a late night FaceTime that would end up feeling more like a booty call. A new space had grown between you two but you had hoped it would shrink as you figured out how to navigate your situation-ship during tour.

You decided to treat yourself tonight since Josh apparently was not going to. You ordered food from your favorite sushi restaurant and even splurged on a nice bottle of wine. Once you got back to the apartment you took a quick shower before slipping into your favorite oversized band tee and satin undies. You lit a candle and found a new show on Netflix. As you snuggled into the couch you saw a FaceTime coming through from Josh. You stared at your phone on the coffee table for a minute before deciding to answer.

“When were you planning on telling me that today is Valentines Day?!” He questions in his usual theatrical manner. You couldn’t help but giggle at his dumbfounded look. “Honey, I got caught up at the studio. Let me make it up to you. I can pick up your favorite sushi!” He says looking rather pleased with his idea.

“Already done.” You laugh as you show him your dinner.

“Shit! How about a bottle of wine?” He says stroking his chin hairs.

“Got that too.” You say as you hold up the bottle.

“Well I for one will not bend to society’s rules! I can celebrate my Valentine when ever I so choose!” He declares puffing out his chest. “Jake is out of town for a few days so the house is all ours. Come over tomorrow and we will have our Saint Valentines celebration!”

Just like that all of your sorrows seemed to drift away. Every time you would begin to worry about your relationship you would see his face or hear his voice and he would melt them all.

“You have some serious ass kissing to do this time Kiszka!” You tease him.

“Hmmm I think you can find better uses for my mouth.” He said shooting you a wink.

“Oh I plan on it!” You fire back causing him to blush.

Your call carry’s on while you finish eating. The two of you could find so little time to talk now a days you take in every minute you can get. Josh could tell you were being to doze off.

“Is someone falling asleep?” He laughs at the image of you on his screen. You were sitting up on the couch with your head hanging to one side and your eyes closed shut.

“Mmm I am just resting my eyes.” You hum back.

“Goodnight Honey, I love you. I am sorry for screwing things up today.”

“I love you.” You say as you end the call falling asleep on the couch.

You wake up the next morning still on the couch. Normally Nora would wake you up and you would move to your bed. The apartment was quiet. You stretch your arms over your head feeling a soreness in your neck. The price of sleeping on your cheap couch. You tip toe around your place, Nora was nowhere to be found. In the past you would have text her to make sure she was okay but with how things had been recently you decided to leave it be. She was probably safe and sound with Danny.

Knowing Josh would not be up for a few more hours. You decide to take your time getting ready. You pack up a bag, unsure of what Josh had planned you brought a variety. Debbie gifted you a nice bottle of tequila for Christmas, you bring it with just in case. It was an uncharacteristically warm February day. Most likely you would be spending the rest of the day in bed so you kept your outfit simple. Throwing on a black sports bra with an oversized flannel and black cotton shorts. You left your hair down and held off on any make up. You left a note on the counter for Nora to find. Slipping on your favorite Birkenstocks you grabbed your bags and headed to your truck. Josh’s favorite cafe was along the way so you swung by and ordered the usual.

“Honey I’m home!” You sing playfully as you walk through the front door.

“Hey, thats my line!” Josh said meeting you with a kiss, reaching out to help carry your bags.

“Jez what did you pack in this thing? Rocks?” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his cliche joke and gave him a swat to the ass. Causing him to jump comically as he walked into his room. You stepped into the kitchen to set down the lunch and tea you had picked up. He joined you in the kitchen the bags of food catching his eye. “I was supposed to be treating you today! Not the other way around.” He says coming up behind you and wrapping his hands around your waist. His head resting on your shoulder.

“I only have so many days left to spoil you. I plan on taking full advantage of them!” You say through a giggle while he threatens to tickle you.

“No more today! Today is about you!”

“Yes sir!” You spin around pretending to salute him.

“Ooo sir?” He says cocking an eyebrow, with a naughty smirk across his face.

“Can we at least eat first?” You ask taking his face into your hands and placing a quick peck on his lips.

You settle in at the table and unbox all of the delicious food. He hands you your tea as he joins in.

“You really are too good for me.” He coos as he takes a bite.

Unsure of how to take his comment you choose to ignore it.

“So what were you working on in the studio yesterday that had you so distracted?”

“Oh.. umm… Just tour stuff.” He uncharacteristically gave you a short answer.

“Well what do you have planned to make it up to me?” You ask excited to hear his ideas.

“I thought we could go for a walk down memory lane, literally. I want to take you back to the trail we went walking at when we first meet. Then I thought we could go to the bar where we decided to be ‘just friends’.” He said while doing air quotes. “Finishing off the night with cocktails made by yours truly and possibly a movie, your choice of course.”

“Wow Sugar! I am impressed! That all sounds lovely.” You respond pleasantly as you clear the table.

First stop was the park. You hadn’t been back since the first time Josh had taken you here. The trees were bare from the winter cold, and leaves littered the dried grass. You walked hand in hand around the trail as you had done many months ago.

“Remember the fan we ran into that day?” You ask.

“Oh yeah! She said she had tickets for some of the upcoming shows. I am surprised I didn’t see her on barricade!”

“I was so in awe of how sweet you were to her. I think that is when I started to fall in love with you.”

He paused his stride and pulled you into him. His arms wrapping inside of your open shirt and finding themselves in the small of your back. He placed a kiss on your forehead. You stood there for a few moments as he just looked over the features of your face. With small smile on his lips the entire time.

“What?” You ask playfully.

“Just thinking back on how badly I wanted to kiss you last time we were here.”

“What are you waiting for?” You say leaning in to meet his lips.

You walk around a little longer, Josh was quieter than usual. Assuming it was nothing more than pre-tour nerves you joined in his silence as he drove you back to his place. You had both planned on showering and getting ready before heading to the bar. Josh received a call from the bands manager just as you were walking back into the house.

“This can’t wait until tomorrow?” He asked clearly annoyed by the conversation. “Well I guess I will head that way now.” He says ending the call.

“Change of plans?” You ask attempting to hide your disappointment.

“Honey, I am so sorry. I have got to head to the studio to look over a few final details. Apparently ‘It absolutely can not wait another day!’” He said imitating his manager. “Do you want to ride with me? It shouldn’t take long.”

“Hmmm…” You mulled it over in your head. Sitting in an office with business men while Josh looks over documents or watching The Office cuddled up on the couch? “I think I will pass on this one. I will be right here when you get back!” You say as you get comfortable on the couch.

“I will be back as soon as I can!” He says placing a kiss on the top of your head before running out the door.

You settle in watching your show. An hour passes and you decide to take a nap. As soon as you fell asleep you were startled awake by a car door shutting outside. Pleasantly surprised by Josh’s efficiency you hop up to greet him at the door.

“That was quick!” You chirp as the door opens.

“What was?” Sam asked walking through the door, alone.

“I thought you were Josh.”

“Sorry to disappoint. Where did he run off to?”

“Your manager called and said he needed to look over some finishing touches or something. He left a little over an hour ago.” You pause. “Do you not need to be there?”

“I looked over that stuff last night with the other two.” Sam explained.

“Oh, why didn’t Josh look over it last night as well?” You asked.

“He wasn’t at the studio last night.” Sam stated confused by your question. You knew for a fact Josh had told you he was there last night. He even used it as his excuse for as to why he forgot Valentine’s Day.

“I must have gotten my days confused.” You attempt to hide your growing concern. “Was Danny excited for his date with Nora?” You try and redirect the conversation.

“Danny? Nora was with Josh last night. Danny told me he was staying home alone in protest of Valentines Day.” Sam said looking even more lost than you did.

“Nora was with Josh?” That was all you could manage to say as your brain was doing mental gymnastics to understand the situation.

“Yeah, Jake told me yesterday that they have been on a few dates. Apparently no body knows yet. Well expect Jake. It must be a twin thing.” Sam said shrugging off the situation. “You know I always thought he would end up with you, but I guess you guys really just are friends.”

You starred at him blankly while you tried to wrap your head around what he was saying. It couldn’t be true. But then again they had both lied to you about where they were last night. And they both seemed to be busy with things other than you over the past month. Nora claimed to be with friends you had never meet. Josh didn’t even offered explanations for where he was. Where you so blind to not put two and two together?

“Jake told you this?” Your voice shaking as you asked.

“Straight from the horses mouth! I couldn’t believe it either!” Sam said unbothered, walking into kitchen, noticing the bottle of tequila you had brought over. “Ohh do you want to make me a margarita?” He said completely oblivious to your emotional state.

“No I don’t want to make you a margarita Sam!” You mumble as you walk into Josh’s room to grab your bags. “You are telling me the man I love is dating my fucking sister and you think I want to make you a drink?!” You continue as you grab your phone and your keys.

“What do you want me to tell Josh when he gets back?” He shouts after you as you head out the door.

“Tell him what ever the fuck you want!” You yell as you slam the door shut.

Hot tears stream down your face as you drive back to your apartment. You throw your bags down as you stumble through the front door.

“You are back sooner than expected!” Nora says sitting at the table working on her laptop.

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?” You ask harshly.

“What happened? What are you talking about?” She asks as she stands up to walk towards you.

“Cut the shit Nora! I know everything. You were really going to hide this from me?”

“Fuck, who told you?” She asks knowing she had been caught.

“Sam, and Jake. I guess everyone knew but me!” You shout throwing your hands up.

“I wanted to be the one to tell you. We just weren’t ready!” She says taking a step forward. You motion for her to stay where she is.

“How does Danny feel about all of this?” The tears threatening to flood your vision again.

“I think he is pretty happy?” She says confused.

“Oh well thats just great! I am so glad everyone is fucking happy!” You walk into your room slamming the door and locking it behind you.

“Y/N Please come out and talk to me.” She says jiggling the door handle.

“Just leave me alone Nora.” You say as you crawl into bed. You hear her pacing outside your door.

“I have to leave for my shift but we are fucking talking about this when I get back.” She says as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.

How could she do this to you? You repeatedly asked yourself as you sobbed into your pillow. Eventually drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to a dark room, the sun having set. You check your phone to see the time and find 16 missed calls from Josh. You slump into the bathroom to wash your face and put up your hair. Just as you finish another call comes through. You answer quickly still in a fit of rage.

“What the fuck do you want?” You spit as you accept the call.

“I just need you to listen!” Josh says desperately on the other end.

“Oh so you can lie to me some more? Where were you last night? Cause I know you weren’t at the fucking studio!”

“I… I was with Nora…”

“Yeah I already figured that one out! So why are you calling me?” You say interrupting him.

“It’s not what you think Y/N! Please just stop for a second and listen!”

“Nora already confirmed everything Josh, so just leave me to lick my wounds.”

“I just spoke with Nora, this whole thing is a mess. Can I come over please?” He begged hopelessly.

You hang up on him unable to tell him no. You turned off your phone and stepped into the living room. Finding the book you were currently reading you sat on the couch and tried to distract yourself from everything going on. You read the same page over and over as your brain replayed the conversations you had that evening. A knock at the door removed you from your trance.

“Josh if thats you I swear to god…” You howl as you stomp over to the door.

“It’s just me!” You hear Sam announce from the other side.

“What do you want Sam?” You ask harshly as you open the door.

“So I am afraid I have made quite a messy situation. And I owe you a big apology!” He says sheepishly as he walks through the front door.

“Actually I should be thanking you! You were the only one telling me the fucking truth!” You say still pissed off.

“Well funny story… and trust me we are all going to have a good laugh about this in the future…”

“I seriously doubt that!” You interrupt.

“I promised Josh I would let him explain, considering I have done enough damage.”

“Is Josh here?” You ask shooting daggers at Sam.

“He is. Well he is waiting in the car. I thought I would test the waters before he came in.”

“And how is the ‘water’?”

“It is boiling! And I know that is my fault. Again just remember one day this will be a funny memory. Please just listen to Josh. I will be waiting in the car. Whenever you want him to leave I will take him home. Just listen.” He attempts to offer you a hug which you deny, still far too angry. “Fair enough.” He says as he walks to the Jeep to trade places with Josh. You can see Josh’s figure get out of the car. His somber eyes meet yours. You turn back inside unable to continue to look at him. You find your place back on the couch with the blanket wrapped around you. You hold yourself for comfort as you brace for him to enter the apartment.

“Honey?” He says gently as he opens the door. Looking for consent before walking in further.

“In here.” You say holding back tears.

He finds you on the couch and rushes over to you. He hates seeing you hurt. Kneeling in front of the couch he pulls you into his chest as the tears trail down your cheeks.

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latelyanobsession · 2 years

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Jailbird

summary in the wrong place at the wrong time. caught holding the bag. what rotten luck you have! hauled in on a 24-hour hold, how are you going to survive? will your boyfriend bail you out or leave you high and dry?

warnings cursing, illegal drug sales, mentions of underage drug use

word count 1,403

note based on a request: "Could I request something with eddie munson where his sweet innocent type girlfriend gets arrested because of something someone else did? Like shes being framed and didnt actually do anything and he has to figure out how to get her out of jail because he knows her fragile self wont last in there."

ok, but this is just genius! and quite frankly i think it's great. i've only made a few changes

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Bouncing his leg, he looked at his watch as he sat on the edge of his bed.

1:47am. Where were you?

The phone rang. Eddie flying up and rushing to the phone, practically ripping it from the wall.

"Baby? That you?" he asked tensely.

"E-Eddie?" you voice quivered from the other end of the line.

He let out a huge exaggerated sigh, knees bending and threatening to give out under him.

"Baby!" he groaned in relief, a hand pressed flat to the wall above the phone. "Where the hell are you?"

"You were supposed to be back, remember?" He prompted, pressure in his voice.

"I... I'm in jail...." you practically whispered.

"What?!" Eddie shouted through the phone.

You winced holding the phone away from your ear.

"What happened?!" He yelled, not lowering his tone one bit.

There was a pause as you inhaled.

"Um... there was a wrinkle at Rick's house..." you spoke slowly.

Not good.

Grimacing, pulling his hand into a tight fist Eddie seethed, pounding the wall.

"What was that?" you jumped.

"Nothing..." he grumbled, "You ok?"

"Y-yah..." you looked around the station, "Uh.... I'm ok. But uh, Eds. I can't exactly call my parents about this."

Resting his forehead against the wall he sighed, "yeah I get it."

"Can you bail me out?" you asked hopefully.

"Lemme see what I can do ok?" Eddie replied.

"Ok. I uh... gotta go." You parted, hanging up.

Eddie stared at the receiver shoulders slumping.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, throwing several frustrated punches at the air.

You were at the Hawkins Police Station for what felt like ages.

Scared stiff. Trying to remain as calm as possible in your little corner of the cell they walked you into.

You were doing pretty well considering this was the first time that you had been jailed.

... That was until Officer Callahan brought in a pair of cellmates for you around quarter after 2am.

These two women were drunk and angry at one another. One sitting near you. The other sitting at the opposite end of the cell.

Their voices raised and echoing off the painted cinderblock walls as their dispute resumed from where it had been paused earlier.

You covered your ears and tucked up your knees, trying to be as small and unimposing as possible. Maybe they'd just eat each other whole and they wouldn't even notice you?

Suddenly a hand was on your shoulder. Sharp acrylics digging into your skin.

"Darla would you shut the fuck up?! Look! You're scaring the poor kid!" the ashy blonde rasped with a hefty cough.

"Like hell, Fran!" the younger woman with curly black hair retorted, "Kid's just a wimp! Do her some good to hear a real argument!"

Fran's nails raked up and down your spine, making you shiver with discomfort.

"Darla don't be such a bitch... look at her! She looks like a kicked pup!"

Their argument began to shift, becoming about you and your wellbeing without ever directly addressing you.

You had no idea how long their arguing went on for before Callahan finally came back, a cruller in hand.

"Ey!" he chewed thickly, "Ock it off... please?"

The women eyed each other hotly, and sat down. Fran sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Things finally settled as time continued to tick by. The women growing drowsy.

Fran falling asleep across your lap, stretched comfortably across the bench you shared. You didn't dare move for fear of waking her. Your back growing stiff and your tailbone beginning to ache.

What time was it? The night had to be nearly over... Your parents were going to blow a gasket if you weren't at the breakfast table.

Your father ran a tight ship. Your parents didn't even know you were seeing Eddie... as you conveniently slipped away on nights when your mother had book club or your father was at the VFW.

Speaking of... Had Eddie forgotten about you?

Was it that bad?

Of course it was.

You had seen things on the news... Heard the sound bites that President Reagan and your local politicians pushed.

Drugs were a menace. They needed to be wiped out. That there would be no sympathy. For anyone.

The earliest twinges of sunlight were rising on the horizon.

He wasn't coming.

You were marked. Another bad seed. Into the system.

You tilted your head back, sniveling. Trying to stave off the tears. But it wasn't working.

Your life was in shambles.

BAM BAM BAM

"Y/N?" a voice bellowed, followed by the distinct but rude wrapping of metal rings on a laminated countertop.

BAM BAM BAM

"YYYYYY/NNNNNNN?!?!" the voice yelled again, singing it out desperately. "Baby you back there?!"

"Hey you can't just come back here! — Wait a sec...!" Callahan shouted from down the hall, falling out of his chair. His feet sliding off the top of his desk in a frenzy to catch up. Tripping over himself.

You perked up, wiping at your eyes. "Eddie?"

He popped his head around the corner, caramel eyes softening as they washed over you.

"Hey babes."

"Eddie!" you hiccuped pathetically, shoulders trembling.

A hand grasped Eddie by the shoulder.

"Hey!" Officer Callahan wheezed, "You can't be back here..."

"But officer..." Eddie pled, "My girl has no business being behind those bars. It's cruel really..."

Your lower lip wobbled pitifully with hope as Eddie poured on the charm.

"It's just a case of wrong place wrong time... innit that right baby?" he cooed over his shoulder. You nodded furiously in response.

Callahan stretched his back, a creak in his spine pulling a wince on his face.

"Now I know you may think your girlfriend is an angel but we found marijuana on her..." he stated, "federal weight..."

Eddie paused, chewing his tongue as if this information were entirely foreign to his ears.

Nodding his head side to side, Eddie waved the officer to lean in closer.

"So you're telling me... that in your youth... you never once got stopped for weed?" Eddie charged, clasping a hand under his chin in thought.

Callahan paused, his eyes flitting from Eddie's face to yours and then back.

"Well I... " he began.

Eddie held up a hand. "So you're going to let this child..." he motioned to you. "This pristine example of Hawkins' future be ruined... for having weed?" he emphasized, eyes narrowing in feigned disappointment.

Callahan looked at you. You tried to muster up as much of a pitiable face as you could. Sniffing and letting a stray tear run down your cheek.

The officer groaned, pinching his nose, his glasses sliding up his face.

"Alright..." Callahan whined in exasperation, relenting. "But you better not tell a soul I let her out of here..."

He stared at Eddie. Then pointing two fingers at his eyes and reflecting them at you.

You nodded gratefully as he went to get the keys.

Stepping up to the bars Eddie grinned devilishly, arms crossed in triumph.

"You didn't think I was coming... did you?" he accused, tipping his head down, looking at you over the bridge of his nose.

Your face flushed as you quickly darted your eyes away.

"Eds... 'm sorry..." you mumbled tapping the toes of your shoes together.

He leaned against the bars, "S'ok baby... one lil mishap ain't gonna set me back too far. I got ways to make it up."

"And you can make it up too..." he hummed, biting at the pad of his thumb, eyes batting at you.

"Not the time..." you whined half-heartedly.

He smiled shyly.

"So aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" Eddie pointed at the still dozing woman, who's head was in your lap.

You blushed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Uh... this is Fran... it's a long story." you giggled.

Callahan returned with the keys, and fetched you from the cell.

After a few signatures and some light finger waggling you hopped into Eddie's van to get you home before your alarm clock would go off.

Parking around the block, you stole a handful of kisses before slinking back in through your window and under the covers.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" your mother asked, at the breakfast table.

"Y'know... at first it seemed like a nightmare... but yeah... they were pretty sweet." you replied thoughtfully, scooping a piece of melon from the rind before taking a bite.

#stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson fanfiction

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fakehelper · 1 year

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Hey Elly! The colour correcting anon here, but could I please then ask how do you colour correct such that the skin tone of the fc isn’t looking too yellow or white washed out, specifically for like Phoebe Tonkin and Crystal Reed? Thank you so very much! :)

Hello again! So as I mentioned near the end of the ask, I usually start out with a layer to make it brighter, if I'm already planning on using a photo filter, I won't make any color adjustments yet, just use a levels layer to get it brighter. Then I add the photo filter until it looks relatively normal and then I adjust the color using color balance and selective color. If you use this method instead of the curves/levels trick with the white dropper, you usually won't have a super blown out color on your fc's skin. Since I do have some gifs of Phoebe hanging around, I'll show you how I colored one from a recent pack! Now this wont go in depth with color theory and it's not really a tutorial, I'm just showing you how I got from point A to point B, the tutorials I linked in the previous ask will go more in depth and give you reasons as to why some of these choices are made.

On this gif of phoebe tonkin, I first add a levels layer.

Then I add a photo filter to get rid of the yellows

Which does even out the scene a lot!

And another to take away more of the yellow, but this leaves her looking a little too pink. Which is where the color balance comes in! The thing that some people forget is that not only can you change the colors of the midtones, but you can click that arrow and change the shadows and highlights as well.

Then I used some Selective Color to edit the reds and yellows

Finally add a curves layer to brighten everything up

And that's how you go from the coloring on the left to the one on the right.

#ask elly #Anonymous #click the images to view them at full size!

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littleyukki5033 · 2 months

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SacredFell Mini Story/Comic

(Note: This is a concept for the story. Changes are bound to be made)

Filler Title: The Other Human pt.1

Frisk POV

Frisk walked along the town of Snowdin. Admiring the lights and the grey Christmas tree that had presents that seem badly wrapped. They crouched down and noticed one of the presents belong to Papyrus, knowing there some monsters who gift one another filled Frisk with determination.

Frisk stood up straight and noticed Sans standing next to a large house that seem refurbished from the outside with half working Christmas lights, but something else caught there attention. The closer Frisk got, there eyes actually opened. A human. There was a human next to Sans.

Brown hair, tanned skin, she had red eyes. Frisk stared and Sans smiled at Frisk. "You look like you've seen a ghost kid" Sans had that amused tone when he said that. Frisk shut there eyes quickly, patting there face to make sure there not dreaming. No, this woman was there alright. The woman tilited her head to the side and smiled at Frisk.

"Well aren't you interesting" The woman said. Frisk couldn't help but gawk. Flowey grow taller so he can get a better look at the woman, Flowey actually got in her face. "How the hell are you alive" Flowey sneered. Frisk shifted there body to the side so it can create some distance between the woman and Flowey who kept glaring at the woman.

The woman didn't seem bothered by it and just kept looking at Frisk. Frisk glanced at Sans who kept that smile, Frisk looked back and lifted there hand. "I'm..um..Frisk". The woman shook Frisk hand firmly "Yukki" she said before pulling her hand and shoving her hands back in her pockets.

"So uh...I'm sure you have some questions right?" Yukki then added. Frisk gawking expression turned into determine expression. Yukki side eye Sans and Sans smile faded. He lifted both his hands and made a groaning sound of annoyance.

"Alright alright...I'll let you humans talk.." Sans grumbled. Before Sans left, he pointed past the house "Papyrus is outside of town ik that direction once your ready and uh...im sure youll make good choices wont you kid?" Sans said in a serious tone. Frisk felt a struck of fear because Sans had empty eye sockets, his red pupil returned when Yukki nudge his arm with a glare. He smiled "im just messing with them" Sans laughed before dissapearing and leaving a red smoke essence. Frisk flinched all shock. 'So that's what he meant by shortcut...he can teleport!' Frisk thought but they weren't focus on that right now. They looked at Yukki who was looking at her shoes, digging it into the snow.

"How..um...I didn't expect to see another human here...how are you..." Frisk voice trailed off. It was hard to even discuss it. Frisk felt Yukki hand on Frisk shoulder, it was comforting.

"I didn't expect another human to even fall here..but uh...by the looks of it..your from the surface right?" Yukki asked. Frisk didn't understand what she meant, of course there from the surface. Yukki withdrew her hand and leaned her head back.

"I uh...let me be honest with ya...it can be our little secret okay but..obviously I'm not from here...and I ain't from the surface" Yukki looked down at Frisk, she look hopeful that they would understand what she meant. Frisk only had a neutral expression, Yukki just chuckled. "Another...universe???" Frisk mumbled that as if it was unbelievable but for Frisk, at this point Frisk would believe it since they literally come back from the dead. Yukki smiled just grew which made Frisk believe that they had a mutual understanding."anyway uh..thanks for letting off some pressure off my back. I've been here for a year and it been kinda..hard..honestly" Yukki said as her expression sadden. Frisk soon frowned.

Chara POV

Everywhere Frisk went, Chara always saw Frisk be kind...over...and over. Chara was actually happy for this but gosh she was so bored. The only thing entertaining is watching Frisk dodge and the random moments that happen.

Chara floated behind Frisk, who kept talking and talking to Yukki. Laughing and having fun. Chara groaned and floated more above Frisk glancing at Frisk face. Now..when Frisk waved to walk away to go find Papyrus, Chara glanced up, them Chara eyes widen.

Full eye contact with Yukki. Yukki just smiled at Chara, Chara floated backward quickly. She watch Yukki turn her heel and walk the opposite direction, she just..had that smile.

Chara felt a shiver which was weird for her being a ghost and all. Chara broken soul tugged and pulled them towards Frisk since the distance was far apart. Frisk noticed Chara scared expression and asked what was wrong. Chara floated next to Frisk quickly.

"Frisk! That woman-I do not trust her! She saw me. Literally saw me!!!" Chara explained. Frisk frowned and looked ahead, it was getting more foggy.

"She seems nice though...are you sure your not mistaken?" Frisk whispered. Chara made an annoyed expression and floated directly in front of Frisk who stopped walking. "I know what I saw. How about you explain to me how she saw me" Chara said as she crossed her arms. Frisk just look conflicted and it made Chara feel bad for pressuring Frisk. "Ugh...your too nice...we can talk about it later...I know you need to focus on your fight with Papyrus" Chara said with such an annoyed tone but they gave Frisk a reassuring smile.

"Can we please keep going?" Flowey chimed in with a annoyed tone as well. Frisk nodded quickly and walked further into the thick fog.

------- End of Part 1 ---------

Part 2 is here

I honestly think the only part would change is thay whole interaction with Yukki that Frisk had but I like my concept so far! I'll write the rest later but the next POV will be Yukki and Sans

SacredFell AU: Belongs to me

Art: Belongs to me

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estellaestella · 2 years

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Tell me your thoughts on Timmy's red lewk in Venice? Did you anticipate something like that?

Thank you for this ask 😘 . I cd talk about it for hours! It's stunning! I love the red jumpsuit. Loved his makeup and mussed up hair. l have yet to see any politician blame him for gay-ifying men's fashion so I think he got the balance of it just right for mainstream culture. It's somehow old enough that it's taken out of history pages (70s glam rock) as well as new enough to be a groundbreaking look for men's fashion on red carpets! That’s pretty mindblowing. Aaaaah! Him dressing like he doesnt give a fuck brings me so much joy ❤️ ! And the cherry on top was finding out that the fabric is made of sequins which cd help him with his nerves if he needed a textured surface to touch & feel grounded. (That wont make sense to a lot of people but fidgety things kinda help dealing with anxiety) I think Haider did an outstanding job 💯. Him, hair person, makeup person all did great. Cartier, not so much. But I get it, Timmy went butcher than usual in the ring department to balance out the femme quotient.

As for anticipations... well, when he did the press call in such casual clothes it crossed my mind that he was letting Taylor have this round and that maybe his red carpet look might be something that would upstage her. Just a sneaky suspicion. As for anticipations well before that, back in August, I thought he'd go for the colour of flesh and blood. I did a few manips in those tones but, because he likes to match top to toe, I did think he'd just settle on red. As it turns out, he could just show off his skin to get the flesh colour 😜.

A combination of pap pics showing him look like he’d put on some weight in March + knowing he wd workout for Dune 2 + him changing his Insta pfp to a red-ribbon-y thing led me to make a manip that showed off his arms in a red ribbon-y halterneck top. I put him in baggy pants based on the Met Gala look and the black sparkly Dune press panel look. Bone shaped jewelry did cross my mind but Timmy’s style is usually to keep only one on-theme item in a look. I didnt expect my manip to be quite so close to the mark 👀 . My manip was just me saying wouldnt-this-be-cool? It was fun and games : i actually made a game out of that manip so that everyone cd hv fun dressing him up. [ Again, so sorry Timmy 😅 .]

So when I saw the first photo from the premiere my jaw dropped - this exceeded all my expectations ! Quite frankly, I dont think I've recovered yet. I mean can you blame me 😘 ?

#Timothee Chalamet #I'll be honest i just dress him up to my taste and i find that our taste tends to overlap #i'm actually a cinephile and hv no business talking about some actor's fashion choices #asks #ok putting 5 links to other posts makes me look shameless but i used to teach so i like to show how i get to my points #or rather SHOW MY WORK 😄

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topgunroostergirl · 1 year

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Navy Nurse (Part 8)

Pairing: Y/N X Rooster

Summary:You were a Navy Nurse, formally a navy pilot. You moved into being a nurse after you had done your time in the air and wanted to go into being a nurse. But, being presented with an opportunity to leave you home base to go to California changed your life in a few different aspects.

*not my gif*

Warnings:SOOO MUC ANGST

Waking up in the morning to the sound of seagulls, the wind swooshing through your screen door and the feeling of soft skin on yours. Your eyes fluttering open and seeing Rooster next you. You smiled and yawned. You wore just his shirt from the night before. You thought back to him telling you he loved you making your morning even better. You realized today was your last day with them making you a bit sad, but you were going to make the best of it.

"Goodmorning beautiful." You heard Rooster groggy morning voice say pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled and looked over at him.

"Goodmorning handsome." You said and kissed his lips softly.

"I could get used to this." He said smiling down at you.

"Well get used to it cowboy, because I'm not going anywhere." You said standing up from the bed and stretching. He looked you up and down.

"Definitely wont get used to how sexy you look in my shirts." He said biting his lip.

"Come on, no horse play right now. We have to leave in an hour." You told him.

"NOOOOO" He moaned and pulled his head under the covers. You rolled your eyes and yanked the blanket off him exposing his naked toned torso.

"Ughhhh" He groaned out. He got up from the bed and stretched his limbs. You got you got your khakis out and changed while he took a quick shower. Once you finished up you went and made coffees to go for the two of you. Making sure you had all your things if you duffel and Rooster coming out all ready.

"Ready?" You asked handing him his coffee.

"As I'll ever be." He said pecking your lips. You smiled and went out the front door and to the car to start your drive to the base. You and Rooster sat in silence as he held your hand the entire drive. Showing credentials they let you into the base. Parking and making your way to the front door.

"Okay I have to go Admirals Simpsons office for a meeting with him and Mav. I'll see you up there." You told Roos.

"Good luck!" He yelled to you before he walked into the locker rooms. You made your way up to Simpsons office and saw Mav standing at the door.

"Any clue what this is about?" You asked him. He just shook his head no.

"Mitchell, Metcalf come in." You heard Simpsons say from the other side of the door. You two entered and stood at attention in front of his desk.

"I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now." Simpson started to Maverick.

"Take some time. Whatever you need." He continued with his speech to Maverick.

"I appreciate that sir but there is no time. The mission-" Maverick began but quickly interrupted

"I'll be taking over the training from here." Simpson said.

"Sir?" Maverick asked confused as you were also very confused

" We all know you didn't want this job, Captain." Simpsons aid sitting back in his chair.

"Sir, they're not ready." Maverick argued back.

"It was your job to get them ready." Simpson said rudely.

"Sir, they have to believe that this mission can be flown." Maverick explained further.

"And all you've managed to do is teach them that it cant." Simpson said making you sigh out, because it's kind of true. No one has been able to fly it like it needs to be flown to survive.

"You're grounded." Simpson said causing you to look over at Maverick with upset eyes.

"Permanently." He added. You almost spoke out of turn for Mav but he motioned you to not.

"That is all. Metcalf, it's your last day, you can sit in on todays training and help where you can." Simpson said motioning Maverick out of the room and he quickly disappeared out of the door.

"Yes, sir." You said still stood at attention.

"You're dismissed." He said and you quickly went out of the room to try to catch up to Mav, but he was no where in sight. Not wha you expected to happen. You went to the locker rooms to change and went to the tarmac. You saw Rooster and he looked confused because Maverick wasn't with you. You just went and sat in the chairs behind everyone close to Admiral Bates.

"Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor." Cyclone began.

"And as of today there are new mission parameters. Time to target is now 4 minutes." He continued. You all looked at each other and thought the same thing. Thats going to get them killed.

"You'll be entering the valley level at reduced speed no to exceed 420 knots." He began further everyone now very off put by this and looking around.

"Sir, wont we be gang their plants time to intercept?" Bob asked a fair question.

"Well lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?" Cyclone explained mocking Mavericks flight plan.

"You'll be attacking the target from higher altitude. Level with the north wall. Gonna be a little harder to keep your lase on target, but you will avoid the high-G climb." Cyclone kept explaining the parameter sand everyone thought the same thing.

"We'll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles." But Fanboy spoke it out loud quietly. All of a sudden the monitor turned on with someone flying the fly plan Maverick set for them. You knew it was him, who else would it be.

"Who the hell is that?" Cyclone asked looking at the screen. Everyone scooted forward in their seats to look better.

"Maverick to range control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range." You heard over the intercom. You smiled to yourself, know what he was about to do. Rooster looked back at you with confusion on his face and you just smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

"Uh, Maverick, range control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don't see an event scheduled for you, sir." You heard range control say back to Mav. You sat forward smiling and watching the monitor.

"Well, I'm going anyway." He said back to range control in his typical Maverick ways.

"Setting time to target. Two minutes, 15 seconds" Maverick said over the intercom. You got up and went and sat next to Rooster so you could get a better view of the screen.

"What is this?" He asked you.

"I have no clue. I had no idea he was doing this." You told him and then everted your attention back to the screen.

"2:15? Thats impossible." Payback spoke aloud.

" Final attack point." The range control spoke.

"Maverick's inbound" Maverick spoke back. Thats when it began. Maverick took off to begin the mission. Doing through the point that started the timer. Everyone barely in their seats watching. You could hear Maverick breathing heavy from all the twists and turns. Seeing where he was at the time he was at everyone was nearly out of their seats. 40 seconds left and he was head straight for the vertical climb up the mouton. You thought to yourself there was no way that was enough time. He climbed the mountain and over it. The camera came on as he moved the trigger around the get a perfect shot on the box. He hit the trigger and pulled up, everyone watched in anticipation as the missile dropped and it was it.

"Bullseye! Holy shit." Payback said not everyone out of their seats, celebrating but not to hard to not piss off Cyclone. He hit 10 G's. Something that was unspoken over in those jets.

"Everyone is dismissed. We will pick this up tomorrow" Cyclone said turning around to everyone. He didn't call upon you so you just left with everyone else. Walking between Rooster and Phoenix and Bob next to Phoenix.

"He's in deep shit." Phoenix said.

"Yeah, but he did it. He showed it possible in 2 minutes and 15 seconds, and he did it with time left over. Only a few seconds, but he did it. I know you guys can do it. You just need to not think. You just need to do. I have complete faith in all of you." You explained and told them. You noticed Rooster was oddly quiet.

"Well since we are done for the day and don't have to go in the air, how about we going to the beach? Have a relax day. Y/N is done now, so I think it's well deserved." Bob spoke up suggesting something to do.

"Okay yeah, I'll let the rest of the guys know and we'll meet you there." Phoenix said. You two went to go change and once you were done you walked out and saw Rooster stood there waiting for you.

"Hey." You said walked to him.

"Hey." He said back and led you two out the front door. You made your way to the Bronco. You stopped Rooster once you reached the car and cornered him.

"What's wrong?" You asked him.

"Maverick. He was able to complete the impossible. If he can do it, I think I can. But what if I cant. What if I freeze up like I always do." Rooster expressed his feelings to you.

"You got this Rooster. You also don't know if you'll be going up. What if you aren't called upon?" You asked standing there with your hand folding in front of him.

"You're right." He said.

"Alright let's get out of here and go get ready." He said turning and opening his door. You went and got in the passenger side and got in. You drove to Roosters house first and he quickly ran in and changed then you did the same when you got to yours. After you both were ready you went to the Hard Deck and meet up with everyone. Rooster threw an arm over you and walked around the Hard Deck to the beach in front of it. You smiled seeing all of them sat around laughing with each other. They had a fire started and sat around it as the sun was setting. Walking over to all of them and sitting next to Phoenix and Rooster sat behind you pulling you between his legs. The rest of the night was perfect and relaxing. You expressed how happy you were with all of them. How amazing you knew they would all do.

It was about a week later and it was the day. The day everyone was waiting for. You barely saw Rooster in the week leading. You were on the boat still docked at the base. You walked through the halls reading a piece of paper and felt a pair of hands pull you into a room and shut the door. You turned and saw Rooster.

"Roos! What are you doing?" You said with a laugh.

"I needed to see you before we went to pre flight. I need to kiss young hug you and tell you how much I love you." He whispered to you.

"Aw, Roos, I love you too. You got this. I will see you up there." You said leaving a kiss on his lips and sneaking back out. You continued on you walk back to the infirmary to finished setting up You quickly did so and made your way to the tarmac where the pre flight for the mission was being held. Your nerves starting to really build as you noticed you were in the middle of the ocean now. Walking upstairs you saw Mav stood out side the door.

"Hey Mav." You said walking behind him.

"Hey Rat." He said looking at you with a sad smile. You knew he was a bit nervous for the flying now that he was the one flying it.

"So have you decided who's flying with you yet?" You asked trying to see if he'd tell you or not.

"I think I know, but you'll find out soon." He said as he made his way out to the meeting deck and you followed out and all the students stood at attention awaiting orders. You stood next to Maverick and looked at all the wonderful people you got to meet and spend time with. Hangman, at first wasn't someone you'd consider a friend but he definitely was now. Phoenix from the moment you met her it was like you two have known eachother your entire life. Bob, quiet but you knew you could count on him any day and anytime of the day to be there if needed. And Rooster. Oh Rooster. From the moment you set eyes on him you knew he'd become something in your life. Whether it be just a friend or more. Ended up being more and you couldn't be any happier. If he went up in that plane today you knew there was a chance you'd never see him again. But you put you hope into him that you knew he had it in him to get this mission done with flying colors. He just needs to believe in himself. You were you belonged

"It has been an honor flying with you." Maverick started off pulling you from your thoughts. Everyone glazed over with sweat stood at complete attention to Mav and you.

"Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more." Mav spoke to them assuring them of his choice that they weren't biased.

"Choose your two Foxtrot teams." Cyclone said to Maverick. Mav looked around the room.

"Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob." He said for his choices. Making you excited for them, but also very sad because you were worried. They were some of your best friends.

"And your wingman." Cyclone spoke again. You saw Hangman stand even straighter with that cocky look in his face. But, you also saw Rooster hang his head a little lower.

"Rooster." He spoke plainly. You tried to show no emotion and watched Roosters reaction. He looked up at Mav with a confused look on his face and Mav just stared back.

"The rest of you will be stand by on the carrier for any reserve roll that is required." Bates told the rest of them before dismissing all of them. Rooster looked over at you and you watched his movement as he started to walk towards the planes. You followed him and stopped him just outside of the room.

"Roos." You said and he turned around.

"You'll be okay. I promise. If you need me, as for me over the intercom and I will come talk to you. You got this, remember, don't think, just do. I love you Bradley Bradshaw. I will be here waiting for you when you get back." You told him and gave him a kiss. You didn't care about the PDA at this moment.

"I love you Y/N." He whispered as his voice cracked. He turned to keep walking to his plane. Mav went walking passed you looking like he was going to talk to Rooster. You headed back out of harms way of the planes. You saw Phoenix and Bob who came running over to you. You engulfed them both in a hug.

"You guys be safe up there. I love you both!" You said with tears welling in your eyes.

"You better be here when we get back." Phoenix said.

"Of course I'll be." You said pulling back and looking at them. You smiled and they went off to their planes. You saw Maverick and Rooster talking, which looked like it was going well but was shortly cut off by the intercom telling everyone to man their stations

Cyclone allowed you into the control room to watch the mission go down and hear everything going on. So much tension was radiating from this room between all of you.

"Dagger one, up and ready on Catapult one." You heard Maverick say over the intercom.

"Dagger Spare standing by." Hangman said after.

"Dagger Four, up and ready." You heard Payback say for him and Fanboy.

"Dagger Three up and ready." You heard Phoenix say making your hear thump hard.

"Dagger two, up and ready." You finally heard Rooster say making your stomach twist hard into knots. Cyclone telling them to be sent they were off. Hearing the planes fly off the boat 1 by 1. You all sat in silence as the women announced they were all away. Maverick checking to make sure everything was good before depending below the radar. They did so as they got the command. You saw they were off radar and they switched to be able to see them. Listening to everything being said.

"Dagger attack." Maverick said and the misses were released from the boat.

"Daggers, asume postion." He said to everyone over the intercom. You felt like your body was going to explode and didn't know how to handle it in this moment. You just stared at all the monitors and made sure everything was going good right now. They were going t be entering enemy territory soon and thats when the fun begins. They hit their mark and started their times and they were in doing their twists and turns around the mountains. Watching very closely as they passed the first SAM and got passed them.

"We're a few second behind. Rooster we gotta move." Payback said to Rooster.

"Oh no." you said out loud worrying this was going to happen. You heard a ping sound from the monitors and saw there were two red dots. You looked over at Hondo, who looked over at you. Starting to freak out a bit on the inside.

"Where the hell did they come from?" Cyclone asked Warlock.

"Long-range patrol?" He said back not know the answer to Cyclones question. You looked over to Cyclone and he just gave you a worried look. Phoenix asked where they were head and Comanche told them the opposite way from them which settled your heart beat. You listened to Rooster and Maverick communicate and still watched.

"Increase speed." Mav said knowing this is where Rooster had a hard time in training. You didn't hear him say that he was increasing speed which started to frighten you.

"Sir, Daggers two and four are behind schedule." The women in control of the monitor said. You looked over to Cyclone who looked at you with a look of an idea. Tomahawks hitting the base it was headed for which now is when Rooster needs to speed up.

"Rooster where are you?" Maverick asked over the intercom.

"Come one, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We gotta make up time now. Let's turn and burn." Payback said to Rooster. Bradley still wasn't engaging his speed making you begin to panic.

"Guuuyys were falling behind." Fanboy said trying to get Rooster to speed up.

"Rooster?" You said coming onto the mic to talk to him.

"Y/N?" He asked confused.

"Remember, don't think, do. You got this. Get this done and get back home safe." You spoke to him. Which seemed to give him a kick in the ass he picked up speed. Fast.

"Whoah, Rooster not that fast." Payback said to him. Now he was in it. He was quickly catching up to Phoenix and Maverick. It was getting close to the pop-up. Maverick poped and up he went. Getting to the top and flipping over the mountain. Bob taking a minute to lock onto the target but got it and Maverick dropped the missiles and quickly they had to pull up. The hard part of not passing out because how many G's they were pulling, everyone waiting for the confirmation of impact.

"We've got impact." Bob said and everyone cheered lowly.

"Thats miracle one." Warlock said.

"Dagger two status!" Mav asked rOOSTER.

"Almost there Mav, almost there." Rooster said seeming to be in the mission now.

"Where's my laser?" Rooster asked not seeing it.

"Rooster, there's something wring with the laser!" Fanboy told him, making the anxiety come pouring back.

"Come on guys, we're running out of time. Get it online!" Rooster yelled back to them. Seeming to be that he cant get the laser to work Rooster mad a quick decision.

"I'm dropping blind." He spoke out, Fanboy arguing back that hes going to get it, but before he could Rooster had to drop. Everyone stood out of their seats now waiting for confirmation on the hit. It was a moment of silence.

"BULLSEYE! BULLSEYE! BULLSEYE!" A women rang over the intercom. Everyone now cheering loudly now.

"Circle number two." Warlock spoke out.

"Now we're in coffin corner." Cyclone said. This was the moment in the mission where so much could go wrong. As they passed over Sam's it was a dog fight now. Hearing them yelling back and forth at each other telling each other where misses were coming from. What to do. it was all chaos that you couldn't wait to be over. But now something you prayed wouldn't happen, was happening.

"Dagger two defending." Rooster said.

"Shit. I'm put of flares." He said. You stood from your seat with tears pricking at your eyes.

"Rooster. Evade, evade." Maverick told him.

"I cant shake em'. They're on me! They're on me!" Rooster yelled back. Covering your face and just praying he'll make it out.

"Mav! No!" You heard Rooster yell. You heart dropped. It was Mav. He protected Rooster. But Maverick. He's gone.

"DAGGER ONE IS HIT! I REPEAT DAGGER ONE IS HIT! MAVERICK IS DOWN!" Phoenix yelled and everyone looked around at each other.

"Dagger one status." Rooster said and not getting any answer from Maverick. You put your face in your hands but quickly getting up to go Cyclone.

"Send me out to go check for Mav." You told him.

"Get them back to the carrier." He said ignoring your request. Hangman also coming over saying to send him and Cyclone said no. Everyone saying to go find him but Cyclone telling everyone no. Bob and Phoenix just told Rooster that the bandits were closing in and that Mav was gone. You couldn't believe it yourself at all.

Maverick was gone. You heard Rooster breathing heavily. Everyone sat in silence in the control room waiting for them to arrive back to the carrier.

"Helicopter down." You heard Rooster said making you look up and see he turned around.

"Fuck, Rooster." You said outloud. But quickly you saw that Rooster went offline.

"Rooster! Rooster!" You yelled over the mic, not getting a reply back. Throwing down the mic going back to your seat and sitting down. Everyone sat in silence I awe about Maverick AND Rooster. You couldn't believe this. You didn't. You knew they still had to be out there alive. So you just sat and waited.

"Sir, we're receiving a signal from Rooster's ESAT. There must be a malfunction." The man said making you shoot up to look. Tears falling down your face you looked ay Cyclone, Brondo, and Warlock who all had surprised looks on their faces.

"Have you lost them?" Warlock asked.

"No, sir. He's supersonic." he answered back.

"He's airborne." Warlock said looking over to Cyclone.

"In what?" Cyclone asked confused.

"Sir. Overwatch reports a F-24 Tomcat is airborne and on corse to our position." A women told them. You perked up knowing it wasn't just Rooster.

"It cant be." Warlock said.

"MAVERICK." Cyclone said knowing who was flying that plane.

"Sir, send me and Hangman out to help them. If they run into any type of jet in that, they are dead." You pleaded with Cyclone, who looked at you and just looked like he was thinking.

"Go" He said motioning to the door. You ran to the door and out of it. You grabbed your helmet and gear that was set up on the tarmac and running over to Hangman as you put everything on.

'Let's go." You said jumping up on the ladder.

"What?" Hangman asked.

"Lets go. Maverick and Rooster are in a F-14 on course to the carrier. If they run into anything, they are dead. We need to make sure they get here safe." You said buckling yourself into the back seat.

"Fucking Maverick." He signed out. He got himself set and waited to be taxi'd out. Once you were taxi'd out you and Hangman waited for the go ahead to take off. They gave it to you the go ahead and you two took off.

"So he did it." Hangman said to you as you made your way across the ocean.

"He did. But he's not out yet. We have to get them both back safe and in one piece." You told hangman.

You saw smoke in the air from afar. Seeing the dog fight between the F-14 and 5th gen fighter.

"Hangman! Go!" You told him and he sped up to get to them.

"Hangman please. Put that cocky attitude and flying to work right. This when he need it most." You told him making him smirk and giggle slightly. Coming up to them quickly. You saw Maverick shoot straight up into the air trying to get away from the jet. Hangman quickly pulled up and locked onto the jet hat just about released a missile towards them but your stopped his before it could do any harm. Flying throw the smoke of the jet exploding towards them.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions." Hangman said throw the mic to Mav and Roos. Rooster laughed. Something you never knew you would hear again 30 minutes ago. You and hangman come up and flew beside them.

"Rooster." You spoke and seeing him turn quickly to look over at you.

"Y/N. What are you'd doing?" He asked.

"Being your savior I guess." You said pointing and laughing at Hangman.

"Hey, Hangman. You look good." Rooster said shifting his attention tot he man in the front seat flying.

"I am good, Rooster. I'm very good." Hangman said with his cocky attitude coming out. You tapped him on his helmet and shook your head.

"We'll see you back on deck." You said as you and Hangman turned and started back to the carrier.

You landed a little bit later and got out running to held set up for them to land without any wheels. You watched as they maverick did his fly by of the control center and you just laughed. They came back around and came in for their crash landing. You smiled and ran as fast as you could over to the plane reaching them before anyone else could. Rooster slowly getting out of the plane looking like he was in pain but you didn't care. He was in one piece and alive. You jumped into his arms as the stepped off the plane.

"I told you, you could do it. You did it." You whispered to him. He just smiled and attached his lips to yours.

"I love you Y/N." He said pulling away. He was sweaty and had a slight cut on his neck but he was here. In your arms. Everyone cheered behind you and you turned to let Rooster go to everyone. You took that moment to give Maverick a huge hug.

"I cant believe you." You said smacking his arm.

"Hey I'm here though." He said with a laugh and you just rolled your eyes. You watched as Rooster and Maverick celebrated with everyone. You just smiled and watched as Hangman and Rooster shook hands and made amends. Rooster going over to Maverick now and Maverick just pulled him into a hug.

He was here. He was alive.

#rooster x y/n #miles teller imagine #rooster #rooster imagines #miles teller #rooster imagine #miles teller imagines #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun

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thewindsofsong · 1 year

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Random snippet that I wrote based on this idea. Warning that this is unedited and most likely wont be continued.

There wasn’t much to do, stashed away in an old church store room besides think. But thinking about what might happen to her was terrifying and so she made herself think about how she got here, even if that wasn’t much better. The admittedly handsome man that had approached had seem so nice and charming, his dusty bling hair and blue eyes striking to her. But then everything seemed to change when he winced in pain and put a hand to his head.

Suddenly, his eyes weren’t that beautiful blue, but a terrifying red, and the hands that had been respectfully at his side were suddenly over her mouth and capturing both of her wrists in a bruising grip. A car came out of what seemed like nowhere and the next thing she knew, she was being restrained with rope and tape and a soaked cloth was being shoved in her face.

When she woke up, she was still restrained, but her hand was being held. She tried to jerk it away, but then another hand came to rest on her head, gently brushing away her bangs, making her freeze.

“I’m sorry Sherry. I know this must all be very scary for you and I wish there had been another way to get you away from them but Lord Saddler said this was best.”

The voice was the same one from that man from earlier.

“Just you wait and see Sherry. Our lord is done with his plans, we’ll finally get to be a family, maybe even get that dog you wanted to get, remember? It’s been so long since then…”

Ashley gathered her courage and opened her eyes to see the man’s face. His eyes were still that terrifying red, but the expression was gentle, soft. It made her think of how her dad used to look at her when she had still been a little girl.

“My name is Ashley Graham, not Sherry. Please, I think you have the wrong person, you have to let me go.” Confusing mixed with terror as the man looked at her with a lost look.

“No, no, no. That’s not… Lord Saddler said we were getting Sherry back. They kept her from me and he said that I could take her back!”

The hand holding her’s went from gentle to hard again and she couldn’t hold in the small sound of surprise and pain that resulted.

“I’m so sorry Sherry! You know I’d never hurt you. It’s just. This doesn’t.. something isn’t right… Why can’t I think?!”

One hand went to his head, fingers lacing through his hair as he winced as if he had a headache. The door to the room then swung open, revealing another man dressed in robes who rushed over to them.

“Come now Sir Kennedy, it seems that you’ve exerted yourself too much on your latest outing to retrieve the girl. Lord Saddler wishes to speak with you and then you can lay down in your own area.”

The voice alone made Ashley feel sick, the tone made her want to shower the slime off her skin. Something was wrong here, very, very wrong and it only scared her more as she watched him get lead away.

#re #leon kennedy #ashley graham #my fic #idk what I’m expecting from this #also feel like its probably important for me to state that i don’t think cannon Leon is this obsessed with sherry #it was just an easy way for saddler to manipulate him #poor Leon #i say as I’m the one being mean to him lmao

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alicebellphagoraalbrecht · 2 years

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Genshin Impact, Hoyoverse and the problems Twitter wont allow you to critique

The Genshin fandom is unique to me. I have been in many fandoms and some of them were incredebly toxic. I watched Netflix´s Voltron and engaged with the fandom. What makes Genshins fandom so odd to me is how hellbend they are to defend Hoyoverse. Even against reasonable outrage. To the point they demand you echo chamber every single post of any kind and never breathe out a negative opinion ever. And I dont get it.

Now personally I have this quirk where I struggle to talk about the things I like in media I enjoy. I cant meaningfully vocalize why I enjoy something. I just do. I like the look, the feel or the plot and I do just because. But when it comes to things I dislike in the media I enjoy I can actually go much more in depths and when I talk to people I want to have something to say beyond "Heh this character looks neat." I want to have meaningful conversations. But this fandom doesnt let me do that. If you like something and enjoy it you can still dislike aspects of it and if its a game or product activly being rolled out you should voice these dislikes in hopes of making a change. That is how I feel. Of course I take part in surveys but I also post it online or under related posts, assuming people are willing to discuss.

Instead I get pushed back and told to silence myself or go into a lonely corner where I cant bother anyone and I dont understand why. What makes Hoyoverse so deserving of this kind of protection. Im just one random as hell person. They stock market wont crash when I say their character design after Yelan has become stale, uninspired and down right ugly in Tighnaris case. "I like him." Is not a good argument to disprove my points. Of course you can like him, Im not saying you shouldnt! Or you cant.

But what has Hoyoverse done to deserve the defensive fandom? -Shit on their fans -releasing bugged or broken characters (Xinyan is still not fixed) -41 out of 43 characters are pale with only 1 new tanned character in sight -6 body models they are stubbornly holding onto (Itto being shafted by the fans obsessing over Ayato who turned out 100 times more boring than Itto) -A weird fixation on keeping the toddler body type exlcusivly female (Lolicon bait) -The Anniversary debacle -Exploititive publicity stunts -They are stingy with rewards, at least compared to the other gacha games I play. (You get 150 primos for clearing Floor 12 in the Abyss, the worst and most difficult thing to do in this game and you do not get a single pull for it.) -They make the game a pain/impossible for new players

The laundry list could probably go on if we get really nitpicky. But I personally am mostly concerned about plot and character design. As well as Quality of life. I will rund down my issues.

Plot: Every big event, usually the big event of the new patch, has a very important plot detail put in it. Recently in the chasm we learned what happened to the lost Yaksha. But any new player joining will not have that information. They cannot experience said cutszenes themselves they need to outsource to you tube, external to Hoyoverse. You cant even rewatch regular cutszenes without going to random you tube channels.

Character Design: I think the biggest issue is quite obvious. The skin type diversity does not exist. Neither does body type. Character design is strictly bound to 6 models. Toddler, teenager x2, adult x2 and kinda slightly more buff man. And thats it. Despite enemy models having more unique shapes. So models exist that could be used? Granted Im not a game developer so maybe that would be difficult to pull off. We currently have 43 playable characters with 4 unique skin types. Pale, 1 character with a warmer pale skin tone and 1 character with grey skin and then 2 tanned characters. Since Im not allowed to argue about representation according to Twitter I will just say that seeing the same stuff over and over again is becoming quite stale. Even for me. A white lady. We now got the Fatui Harbingers revealed and that seems hype at first until you realize that on one hand they are generic anime villains you have all seen before. And on the other hand Hoyoverses strict 6 model concept made it obvious which of them will die for sure. Which really shouldnt happen. Dont get attatched to Igor but Genshin, tiny elderly man is not a viable playable model, he is dead meat. Sumeru in general has no theme to its designs, even excluding leaks (though the official art confirmed the leaks as accurate) while you could tell if a character was from Mondstadt, Inazuma or Liyue you seriously cant with Sumeru. Tighnari and Dori look so unlike each other I would believe you if you told me they were from different games.

Quality of Life: The most obvious issues is the Artifact RNG, I think its the one thing we can all agree on. But also why cant we safe artifact sets to quick switch between builds?

Most importantly though New Players. If you were to join now and pull Kujo Sara off the standard banner you would get stuck with a completely useless unit until you finish all of Mondstadt and Liyue and some long winding quests in Inazuma. By then you probably already invested in more accessable characters and no longer need a Kujo Sara or you no longer like her because of the hassle. And maybe you think its not that bad. But it wont get better over time. Imagine the last region comes out. And you see the cryo archon deciding thats the character you will start playing for… if you even get her you then have her in Mondstadt. If you´re lucky someone pointed out the test run so you can at least get her to lvl 40. But thats it. Until you do EVERYTHING to get to Sneznaya you will not be able to level her talents. Get her past lvl 40 etc. Making your Archon a brick you have to drag along. And this needs to be pointed out and complained about or it wont change and lets be real here! Hoyoverse doesnt read our surveys. Its just a front to make us feel heard. Customer Service is so bad you are lucky if you get a hacked account back, though even if you do they dont restore destroyed or wasted currency or items.

The fix isnt even that difficult. Put in a traveling merchant who sells materials like Kujo Saras flowers. Hell put a buying limit of ten each week in and cycle it out each day.

Make a dream solvent type item for regular bosses. So you can transform the loot from the cryo regisvine into that of the electro oceanid. Hoyoverse still forces you to farm for resin but you can level your character at least.

I sincerely like the game despite my rough tone on twitter, but I am frustrated and feel unseen and silenced by a fanbase that rather die on the hill of defending a BILLION dollar company than admit flaws with this game. I just want the game improve and not be milked and lef tin the dust for other games. Because thats what happening. Genshin is financing Star Rail and other Hoyoverse projects and they put in the bare minimum for their cash cow to stay marketable when New Players are truely the ones most fucked over.

#genshin impact #critique #hoyoverse #text post

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