#the world in my head with this group of guys is soooo
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new au that’s consuming my every thought
[image IDs: three images of digital drawings of a one piece au where luffy, vivi, ace, and sabo grew up as siblings. the first image is the four of them sitting next to each other, hugging and laughing. sabo and ace are ten, luffy is seven, and vivi is six, as indicated by numbers above them. sabo has bandages on his entire body, especially on his left-hand side. luffy has a bandage under his left eye, and ace has two bandages taped in an x on his forehead. sabo is smiling wide with two missing teeth, luffy is laughing loudly, vivi is giggling with both her hands over her mouth, and ace has a small, genuine smile. ace also two little hoop earrings on one side, and vivi has small round studs in both ears. the second image is of cobra and dragon cuddled together. cobra is sleeping on dragon’s shoulder, and dragon is holding him with both hands and kissing his forehead. cobra's hair is loose and curly, and dragons hair is shorter, pulled back into a small ponytail. the third image is three simple doodles. the first is of vivi and ace in alabasta, when ace came to visit in canon. ace is picking up vivi around the waist, and she is hugging him around the shoulders. ace has speech above him that says, “You’re huge!” the second doodle is luffy as a toddler and vivi as a baby. they are both staring at each other with open mouths. the third doodle is sabo hugging vivi, both of them adults. sabo’s hand is holding vivi’s head and they are both crying. the caption under them says “after Reverie.” the only color is vivi's blue hair in the first drawing. /end ID.]
#the world in my head with this group of guys is soooo#it is soo.#just trust me#monkey d. dragon#nefertari cobra#nefertari vivi#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#sabo#one piece#quilfish art. no. yep.#op 1058#op 1054#crocodile is still luffy's other parent btw#i just need that to be known#op spoilers#alabasta kids au#luffy#ff ace#vivi#ch 1054#ch 1058
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Nothing New
Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)
Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?
Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.
A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!
Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate
All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.
The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.
"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."
"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.
"It's just a month or two, Tae."
You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.
Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.
"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.
"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."
He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.
"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
•••
"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"
"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."
You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.
"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."
She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.
You called her here in the first place.
"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."
"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."
"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."
She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.
"I'll ask them when I see them later today."
You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.
"Okay. Bye!"
She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.
•••
Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.
On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.
On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.
And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.
Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.
They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.
The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.
And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.
How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?
"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."
Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.
"Welp. I'm here. Haha."
Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.
Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.
"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?
"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.
"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."
She turns to you when she speaks her next question:
"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.
"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."
She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.
"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"
You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?
Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.
You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.
"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.
"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"
"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."
Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.
"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."
Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.
"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.
It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.
So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.
And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.
"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."
Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.
As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.
•••
More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.
You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.
You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.
Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.
The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.
Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.
Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.
As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.
You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.
Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.
"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.
"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."
Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.
"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"
"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.
"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"
"Its stupid" you mumble.
Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.
"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.
"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.
"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"
"I don't want to bother you."
"You won't."
"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."
"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."
"But you're tired-"
"Never of taking care of you."
Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.
He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.
The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.
•••
Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.
He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."
Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.
It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:
"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."
All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.
"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."
"Okay?"
"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."
All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.
"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"
The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.
"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."
Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.
Jungkook is the first one to respond:
"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."
Taehyung cuts in next:
"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"
Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.
Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."
•••
It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.
It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.
Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.
Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.
You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.
•••
The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.
You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.
When did they stop looking at you like that?
Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.
"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"
You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.
"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."
She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.
"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."
Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.
"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"
You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.
Jungkook quickly cuts in;
"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"
Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.
"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"
"We'll be fine."
This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.
"Okay thennnn!"
She turns to you:
"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."
She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.
Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.
They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.
As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.
Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.
"Its looking really good guys!"
All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.
"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"
"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.
Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.
"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."
"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."
"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.
"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"
"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.
You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.
"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.
"Did you come in here just to criticize?"
Of course it's Joanna.
"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"
"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"
"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"
"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."
"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."
"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"
You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.
As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.
In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.
The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.
Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.
Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.
The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.
Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.
•••
You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.
You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.
Did they even care you were hurt?
It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.
When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.
"Joanna doesn't like cake."
You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.
You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.
Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.
They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."
Oh.
"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.
"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.
Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."
His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.
"It's okay-"
"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.
You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:
"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?
The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.
"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."
For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.
"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."
You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.
The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.
"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.
The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.
The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.
They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.
You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.
You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.
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When We're Thirty...*
Summary: Y/N and Harry made a deal that if they'd both still be single at the age of 30, they would just marry each other. When it's finally her birthday and they are in fact both still single, one thing leads to another.
Pairing: Bestie!H x Reader
Word count: 3.2K
Warnings: Fluff, but also smut. Best friends to lovers.
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A/N: Soooo, today is my birthday! No, I'm not actually turning 30 but I loved this little idea since Harry did turn 30 earlier this year. 🥹
Ever since Y/N was a little kid, she always enjoyed her birthdays. They were a day that was made specifically for her and no one else. A day when her parents would shower her with love and affection and make her feel like a princess. But the older she got, the more she looked at her birthday as just another year passing by. She didn't see it as a special day anymore and instead looked at it as any other normal day.
But her friends were dead set on making this year's birthday special. They were going to give her the birthday that she deserved. She was a kind and loving person and they wanted her to know how much they cared for her.
They decided to host a party at their favourite karaoke bar and are now standing outside the entrance, waiting for Y/N to arrive.
“What if she doesn't like it?”
“Relax, Sarah! She's gonna love it! Besides, you're the one who planned all this!” Harry reassured the girl.
Sarah is Y/N's best friend and has known her for a long time. When Sarah found out that Y/N never really celebrated her birthday anymore, she decided to put together a surprise party and invited their other friends to come along. One of them being Harry.
Harry and Y/N met in high school, both taking the same math class. They quickly became good friends, hanging out with each other all the time. After high school, they continued their friendship, and now, here they are, a couple of years later, still as close as ever.
“Sorry, I'm late guys. You wouldn't believe the traffic I just came across.” Y/N walks up to the group and greeted her friends. Sarah pulls her in for a hug and smiles at her.
“Hey, happy birthday! We're glad you could make it.” Sarah beams.
“Thanks! It's good to see you all.” Y/N replies as she waves hello to the rest of her friends. Harry walks up to her and wraps his strong arms around her body, pulling her in for a tight embrace.
“Happy birthday, love. You ready to have a great time?” He asks before he plants a warm kiss on her cheek.
Y/N smiles and nods her head. “Absolutely!”
Harry releases his grip on her and grabs her hand, leading her into the karaoke bar. Y/N's eyes scan the area, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth forms into a big grin when she spots the stage.
“Karaoke? That's so cool!” She says with excitement.
“We're gonna get the party started, Y/N.”
“Hell yeah, we are!”
After a few rounds of singing and dancing, the group decides to sit down and order some food and drinks.
“You having a good time, love?” Harry asked.
“I am! Thank you, Harry.”
“Of course, darling. Anything for you.”
The two stare at each other for a few moments, both smiling brightly. The way Harry looks at Y/N makes her heart melt. His eyes were so full of love and adoration for her, and she loved it. She loves how he looks at her as if she is the most important thing in his life.
“I want to give you your present now.” He says, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“My present?”
Harry nods his head. “Yes, it's not much, but I hope you like it.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small, black box. Y/N gasps.
“Harry, you didn't have to get me anything. Just being here with you is enough for me.”
“I wanted to, though.”
He opens the box, revealing a small, silver heart pendant necklace.
“Oh my God. Harry, it's beautiful!” Y/N exclaims.
Harry smiles and takes the necklace out of the box. “Here, let me put it on you.”
Y/N turns her back towards him and he places the necklace around her neck, fastening the clasp.
“How does it look?” She asks as she turns to face him.
“Beautiful.”
Y/N blushes and hugs him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry embraces her, pulling her closer to him. They stay like this for a few seconds before they pull away, still looking into each other's eyes.
“So...do you wanna sing a duet with me?”
“Of course, I do! I'd love to.”
The two get up and make their way over to the stage, both excited for their first duet. As the music begins to play, they start to sing along, their voices blending together perfectly. Everyone stops what they're doing and watches the two of them perform. They're in their own little world, and they don't care what anyone else thinks.
The song comes to an end and the two of them finish their performance. They walk off the stage and head back over to their table.
“Wow, you two sounded amazing up there!” Sarah exclaims.
“Yeah, you guys really know how to put on a show.” Their friend, Mitch, adds.
“Thank you.” Harry and Y/N reply in unison, smiling at each other.
As the night goes on, the group continues to have a good time, celebrating Y/N's special day. She's so grateful to have such great friends, and she knows she will never forget this day.
Sarah and Mitch decide to go for a duet themselves. Giving Harry and Y/N some privacy. He looks at her from across the table, his gaze is soft and full of affection. He loves seeing her so happy and carefree, and he knows that he would do anything for her. Y/N has been there for him through thick and thin, and he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.
He watches her laughing and having fun with their friends and his heart swells. She's the most beautiful person he's ever seen, inside and out.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks, catching him staring at her.
“Remember when we were 14, and we made that deal?”
“What deal?”
“We were 14 and we made a promise that if we were still single at 30, we would get married and live happily ever after.” He says, a playful smirk appearing on his face. He moves closer to her, his eyes locked on hers.
“Oh, God! I had completely forgotten about that!” She chuckles.
“Well, we're both 30 now. And still single, and I for one, plan on keeping my promise.”
“You're crazy, you know that?” Y/N shakes her head.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.” He smirks causing her to roll her eyes, but she can't hide the smile on her face.
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
Harry looks at her with a smile, his eyes shining bright. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it gently.
“I mean it, Y/N. I'll marry you if you'll have me.”
“Are you proposing to me, Harry?” She asks a hint of playfulness in her voice.
“Hmm, not yet.” He responds, the teasing tone of his voice low and husky. “But someday, maybe even soon, I will.”
He brings his hand up to cup her face, caressing her skin. He leans in close and brushes his lips against hers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
“I'll be counting on it.” She whispers, her lips grazing his. They continue to stare at each other, the rest of the world fading away around them. This moment is perfect, and nothing else matters.
Their little bubble is suddenly burst when Sarah and Mitch return, giggling like mad. Harry and Y/N break apart and look over at their friends, laughing as they watch them trying to compose themselves.
“What the hell was that?” Sarah asks, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.
“What was what?” Y/N feigns innocence.
“That! You two were totally making out!” Sarah accuses, pointing her finger at the two of them.
“No, we weren't. We were just talking.” Y/N defends.
“Sure, that's what they all say.” Mitch interjects.
Harry and Y/N share a knowing look, both of them suppressing their laughter. They knew that their friends wouldn't let them live this down.
“Alright, alright, maybe we were kissing a little bit. But it was just a peck. No big deal.” Harry says, trying to play it off.
“It looked like a lot more than a peck to me.” Sarah retorts.
“Come on, it was just a kiss.” Y/N states.
“Whatever, just admit that you're together and save us the trouble.” Mitch laughs.
“We're not together. Not yet anyway.” Harry winks at Y/N, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“Well, you better get on with it then. I want to be a bridesmaid.” Sarah states, a smirk forming on her face. Harry and Y/N look at each other, their eyes locking. They both know that their friends are right. They have been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long, and it's time they finally make a move.
The four of them spend the rest of the night laughing and having a good time. But Harry and Y/N's thoughts are only on each other. They can't wait to see where this new chapter in their lives will take them.
“Let's get out of here.” Y/N whispers in his ear, her voice low and seductive.
“Now we’re talking.” Harry replies, a hungry look in his eyes.
The two of them stand up and say goodbye to their friends, promising to meet up with them again soon. As they exit the karaoke bar, Mitch and Sarah share a knowing smile.
“It's about damn time.”
“I know, right?”
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The cool night air hits their faces as they step outside, the neon lights from the bar illuminating the dark street. Y/N wraps her arms around Harry's waist, resting her head against his chest. He holds her close, his warmth enveloping her. They stay like this for a while, content in each other's company.
“Thank you, Harry. This has been the best birthday ever.”
“Anything for you, love. You deserve it.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“Can we go back to your place? I think we need to finish our conversation from earlier.” She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling with desire.
“Of course.” He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with love for the woman in his arms.
They walk hand in hand down the street, looking for a cab home. Y/N can't wait to get him alone. She's wanted this for so long, and now that it's finally happening, she can't contain her excitement.
They spot a cab and flag it down, climbing into the back seat. Harry gives the driver his address and they're off. Y/N snuggles up to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. She breathes in his scent, feeling calm and safe in his arms.
As the car ride continues, the tension between the two of them grows. Their hands are intertwined, their bodies are pressed together, and they can't stop stealing kisses from each other. They both know that once they get back to Harry's apartment, things are going to get heated rapidly.
The cab pulls up to Harry's apartment building and they quickly pay the driver, eager to get inside. Once they're in the elevator, the sexual tension between them is palpable. Harry pushes her against the wall and kisses her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth.
“God, I've wanted this for so long.” He groans.
“Me too.” She breathes.
The elevator doors open but they haven't reached his floor yet. They quickly pull away from each other as they don't want to be caught by his neighbours. Y/N's face is flushed, her lips swollen from the kisses, and her hair a little dishevelled. Harry's downstairs neighbour steps into the elevator and the awkwardness between the three of them is almost too much to bear. The elderly woman glances at Harry and Y/N.
“Don't mind me, you two. You kids enjoy yourselves.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks, Mrs Peterson.” Harry replies, his cheeks flushing pink.
As the elevator makes its way up to his floor, Harry and Y/N try their best not to laugh. They can't believe how awkward that was, but they're thankful that Mrs Peterson didn't seem to care. Harry fumbles with his keys, trying to unlock the door as fast as possible. Y/N can't wait any longer, and she pins him against the door, kissing him deeply.
The door swings open and the two of them tumble into his apartment, their bodies crashing together. They don't even bother turning on the lights as they make their way through the darkness, their lips never leaving each other's. Harry picks her up, his strong arms carrying her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around his waist.
He carries her into his bedroom and lays her down on the bed, hovering over her. His hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her. She moans as his hands find her breasts, kneading and massaging them. He kisses his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin, before he quickly pulls the fabric of her shirt over her head.
“Oh, God, Harry.” She gasps.
He continues his trail down her body, stopping at her chest. He slips a hand underneath her shirt, cupping her breast and gently squeezing it. She arches her back, pressing herself against him. He slides his hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand inside. He finds her wetness and rubs her clit, eliciting another moan from her.
“You're so fucking wet, Y/N.” He groans.
She can't help but grind herself against his hand, desperate for more friction. In the heat of the moment, Harry pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor. Y/N's eyes widen at the sight of his toned body. She reaches out and runs her hands over his bare chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch.
“Fuck, Harry.”
He pulls her pants down, exposing her glistening core. He positions himself between her legs and spreads her open, admiring her. She feels a little embarrassed at being so exposed, but the way he's looking at her makes her forget her insecurities. He trails his fingers up and down her inner thighs, teasing her. She squirms, desperate for his touch.
“Patience, love.” He smirks.
He leans down and licks her slit, his tongue gliding across her folds. She cries out in pleasure, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. He swirls his tongue around her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure increasing with each lick.
“Yes, Harry, just like that.” She pants.
He inserts a finger inside her, curling it and hitting her G-spot. She gasps, her grip on his hair tightening. He continues his assault on her clit, sucking and licking at it. She feels the pressure building, the heat coiling in her stomach.
“Harry, I'm so close.”
He inserts another finger inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucks on her clit. She moans, the sensations overwhelming her. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her whole body tenses as she comes, her orgasm rippling through her.
“Harry!” She screams, her body convulsing as she rides out her high.
He continues to pleasure her, drawing out her orgasm until she's completely spent. He crawls up the bed, leaning over her and kissing her passionately. She can taste herself on his lips, and it turns her on even more. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg, and she can't wait to have him inside her.
She reaches down and palms his cock through his pants, stroking it. He groans, his eyes fluttering shut. She unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection. She wraps her hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly.
“Y/N.” He groans, his hips bucking forward.
She loves how responsive he is to her touch, and she can't wait to feel him inside her. She positions his cock at her entrance and he slowly slides himself inside of her. They both gasp at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching her walls almost too much to handle.
They both know neither of them sleeps around and is clean, so they forget all about condoms. Especially since Y/N has been on the pill for a few years now.
“Oh, fuck, Harry.” She moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He slowly thrusts in and out of her, his movements gentle but deliberate. He's careful not to hurt her, and she appreciates his consideration.
He increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He grunts, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She can tell he's close, and she's determined to make him come first.
“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He grunts.
“Yeah? You like how I feel around your cock?” She pants.
He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he pounds into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard.
“Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come.” She cries, her walls clenching around him.
He keeps up his brutal pace, and she knows she won't be able to hold back much longer. He growls, his face contorted in pleasure. She can tell he's struggling to hold on, and she knows exactly what to do to push him over the edge.
“Come for me, Harry.” She moans.
Her words are all it takes for him to fall apart, his body shaking as he spills himself inside her. He cries out her name, his fingers gripping her hips as he fills her with his cum. The sensation of him filling her up sends her over the edge, and she comes hard, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak.
He collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies entwined. He buries his face in her neck, breathing heavily. They lay like this for a while, catching their breaths, their limbs tangled together.
After a few minutes, Harry rolls off her and pulls her close, cuddling her against his chest. She rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. She's never felt so satisfied before.
“That was amazing.” She murmurs.
“Yeah, it was.” He agrees, planting a kiss on the top of her head.
They stay like this for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. They both know that things have changed between them, and there's no going back now. They've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed, and they're both okay with that. As they lay there, Y/N can't help but think back to that day, 16 years ago. The day they made their promise.
“Hey, Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“I guess this means we're getting married.” She smiles.
“Hell yeah, we are.”
They share a laugh, and she couldn't be happier.
#smut#imagine#styles#one shot#writing#fanfiction#harry#hot#fanfic#harry styles#birthday#deal#30#harryxyou#harry x you#harry x reader#harry smut#happy birthday harry#harry turns 30#birthday sex#karaoke#harry styles fanfic#fic#smutty#best friend!harry#best friends#besties#bestfriend!harry#bestfriend!au
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Propaganda for Zoro & Luffy
I could rant about them for actual hours but like it's so hard to put thoughts down. But literally an actual quote was someone telling Zoro that "you promised you wouldn't cause trouble" and Zoro replies, EXACT WORDS, "I had no choice because I ran into Luffy." There was also an exchange where Zoro was giving Luffy food and Luffy warns him it might be poison while eating it and Zoro is just like "huh, so that's why my stomach was hurting". They also both swung from vines once and BOTH decided to Tarzan yell. They agreed it was a requirement. Also, Luffy once said he didn't wanna be a hero because heros would share their meat and he wants all of it, and Zoro entirely separately says the SAME THING BUT WITH BOOZE INSTEAD. There are so many examples of them sharing a single braincell. More than I could ever list. But those are the examples I thought of off the top of my head.
On the surface, Zoro seems to have some common sense, and only follows Luffy’s dumb schemes out of respect. Then Nami joins and you realize that Zoro’s seriousness IS his dumbassedness. He and Luffy have one track minds for their own goals and wants, and while they may clash, they have a decent amount of respect for each other.
haven’t finished one piece yet but one example: zoro when stuck figured cutting off his feet would be a genius idea and luffy is luffy. there’s never any thoughts going on in that head
When I first started One Piece I thought Zoro was going to be the badass smart counterpart to the dumbass protagonist just like Vegeta or Sasuke. Turns out I couldn't be more wrong. Him and Luffy are besties and share one brain cell and even thou Zoro uses it most of the time it's still one.
They share one single braincell at the same time: after being seriously injured in a battle, one wakes up to drink sake the other to eat meat. One almost cut a Noble (which means being pursued til death by the most powerful marines), the other actually punches said Noble. One gest stuck between buildings, the other inside a chimney for absolutely unrelated reasons
Their solution to everything is to fight it. They never have a plan and just rush into everything. Somehow they are technically the leaders of the group as captain and first mate. They have both at some point attempt to cut or tear their legs or arms off to get out something. They used the same metaphor to explain why they aren’t a hero without hearing the other say it (a hero would share their meat/booze I want to keep it all to myself).
they said let us cut/punch a hole trough a giant tsunami and they did it <3 also one time they were suppossed to lay low, but well they both immediately started robbing and attacking a town and being recognized and labeled as criminals in a new country. they don't even share a braincell, whatever braincell they had before immediately leave as soon as they both are together, also King of the Pirates and World Greatest Swordsman dreamteam, also for lasagne thing not only would the house be gone, the city be burning and they are fleeing the police while also fighting the police
They're just soooo stupid. Zoro can't walk to steps without getting lost. So Luffy will yank him miles through the air to land on wood. Or stone. Or some other hard substance. Luffy would fight someone on accident for meat. And Zoro for booze. And they have no brain cells between them. Zoro new Luffy for approx. 3 seconds before he decided he would die for him. And Luffy heard about this big scary bounty hunter who was captured by marines and went. I need him on my crew. They're perfect for each other.
I dont where to begin. One of their latest feats though is them going into the enemy base, Meaning to sneak in, Luffy went in after another guy, Zoro after Luffy, luffy then Announced himself, started a fight bc ppl wasted food on purpose, ZORO hearing a commotion, SLICED THROUGH A BUILDING TO GET TO LUFFY AND THEN REPRIMANDED LUFFY FOR FORGETTING THE PLAN AND BEING UNABLE TO BE QUIET. THEN. T H E N LUFFY SAYS HE SPILT FOOD ON PURPOSE AND ZORO IS INSTANT LIKE oh ok. They gotta die. (Theres more to it but thats the gist. And thats not even. Much. They r just so stupid together <33)
they both get lost very easily, they will throw hands with anyone, very stupid but very understanding, were a 2 person pirate crew that sailed around on a rowboat, motivated entirely by fighting, meat, and sake, neither is particularly literate one time luffy got his hand stuck in a bottle and zoro tried to get it out by cutting his hand off, yes this happened in a canon episode
look, I have a tag for them that's literally #pair of idiots.
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The Battered Dragon
Buckle up, buttercups. This is a long one.
Jaune: Soooo... (continues looking around at the "forest" around him) where do you guys think we are?
Ruby: I don't know. I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone that quickly. Even if half of the group was tied up my a village of mice.
Weiss: (plucking a thorn out of her sleeve)They were... craftier than I would have thought.
Blake: (ears wilt) It makes me wonder where Yang is, or if she's okay.
Weiss: (places a hand on Blake's shoulder comfortingly) I'm sure we'll find Yang. You have to remember that this is Yang we're talking about. If anyone can manage surviving in an unknown world filled with random dangers, I'd place the charred remains of the Schnee fortune on it.
Blake: (ears perk up slightly) Yeah, you're right.
Weiss: (watches as Ruby and Jaune discuss what steps they should take next) You know. When we find her, it might be a good idea to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with Yang.
Blake: (ears spring skyward) I-I don't know what you're talking about.
Weiss: Blake, you almost jumped off the platform after Yang. I dragged you off the literal brink, and you immediately went feral on Neo afterwards.
Blake: I'm that obvious, huh?
Weiss: To everyone except Yang herself... (watches as Ruby trips over a random tree root and pulls Jaune down to the ground with her) And maybe those two.
Blake: (chuckles softly)
Jaune: Hey! Do you guys think we'll see the Lively Carpenter or the Battered Dragon???
Ruby: The Battered Dragon? I don't remember that character from the story.
Blake: The Battered Dragon was a strong warrior that fought back the night in a fiery blaze, but was always warm and kind towards the people in the book.
Weiss: We're not in a storybook. But! If we were, I wouldn't mind meeting the Lively Carpenter. They were so sweet in the story.
Jaune: I remember the Battered Dragon was like a barbarian of sorts. Super cool and strong who fought with her fists.
Ruby: I don't remember Yang ever reading that character. Actually, I don't remember her reading me that story at all.
Jaune: Huh... That's odd. I would have though- (draws sword) INCOMIIIIIING!!!
Jabberwalker: (bounds through the canopy into the clearing and slashes at Jaune)
Ruby: Jaune! (pulls Jaune out of the way)
Blake: Ruby! (throws Gambol Shroud, wraps the ribbon around Ruby, and yanks her back)
Weiss: (glyph attacks Jabberwalker and blasts it back)
Jabberwalker: Seeking - Searching - Contacting - DEVOURING!!! (leaps towards the group and slashes at the group wildly)
RWBJ: (get tossed to the ground)
Jabberwalker: (tail whips Blake to pin her down and leaps onto her)
Blake: (blocks claws with her sword and struggles to keep the claw from her face)
RWJ: Blake!
??? : I said I wasn't done with you yet!!!
-Burning fireball of stone barrels in and slams against the Jabberwalker's head, shattering into a million smoldering pieces as molten rock oozes over spiral horns-
??? : (rugged, dark brown leather adorned with intricate patterns and fur trims, well-worn trousers and boots, tanned leather tank top with tatters at the hem where the bottom has been torn off, revealing muscular abs and a few battle scars, and a blazing heart tattoo on a well-endowed chest. Scarred left arm is on display, muscles rippling as powerful hands grab the Jabberwalker's horns, while a paint chipped, slightly rusted metallic right arm glints dully in the sunshine. A purple bandana tied off where the metal meets flesh. Black and brown leather hand armor and pauldron adorn the left shoulder and hand with golden brown/grey whisps of fur protrude from under the plates. Burning golden hair burn out in a long trail behind a scorched, wooden dragon mask)
??? : Did you honestly think I'd let you hurt anyone here? (punches Jabberwalker a few times in the face) Then you're crazier than I thought! (throws Jabberwalker over to the next acre)
RWBJ: (stare in shock)
Jaune: (gasps like an excited child) Oh, my gosh! It's the Battered Dragon!!!
Blake: The Battered Dragon! In PERSON!
Weiss: We're actually in a fairytale....
Battered Dragon: (panting before squaring her shoulders and turning to RWBJ) Dammit! (takes off her mask, revealing one lilac and one crimson eye and three scars on her jaw) You guys weren't supposed to be here.
Jaune: Is that...?
Weiss: Yang?
Ruby: (walks up to the Battered Dragon) Yang?
Battered Dragon: (shakes her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes before nodding firmly) Yeah, Rubes. It's me. And you guys weren't supposed to-
Ruby: (grabs Yang's hand tightly) If you didn't think we'd come looking for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.
Battered Dragon Yang: (sniffs and holds Ruby's hand) Right. I'm just... glad to see you guys again after all this ti- PUAH!!!
Blake: (tackles BDY to the ground and hugs her tight) Yang~
Battered Dragon Yang: (shocked eyes glance at Blake briefly before tears slip from her eyes, her nose wrinkles in an attempt to keep from crying, and she breaks. Arms wrap around Blake like a lifeline) It's actually you....
Weiss: (after a few minutes) Yang, what happened to you?
Battered Dragon Yang: It's... a long story...
#the rusted knight parody#the battered dragon#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#rwby#weiss schnee#ruby rose#rwby crack post#jaune arc#slightly angsty#there have been a few asks for rusted knight yang equivalent so here you are!#now I kind of want to make a fic about this#but I already have fics I havent touched in a long time#damn
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I saw you're taking requests soooo anything Abby?Remember that post about having a girl's weight on top of you ...yeah 😳
Anything Abby....I was stuck on Abby with a mom like reader (as in R is the mom friend of the group) so let's hope I can do smth this time cuz I tried like twice to get the idea down😭 NOT PROOFREAD
Abby x Doting(?)Reader
So, everyone thinks Abby is a loose cannon yea? She's dangerous, intimidating, all in all not someone you want to cross.
So imagine everyone's surprised when you pat her on the head and tell her she's a good girl for going to get a recent injury treated like you told her too
You're the one that brings extra medical supplies on easy runs. You're the one with extra everything really–ammo, shives, ointment, etc.
You nag a lot, but everyone appreciates the feeling, especially when the world has become so bleak and callous.
But Abby? Everyone thought that if there was anyone you couldn't crack, it would be her. However, she soon becomes stuck like glue to your side.
You easily manage to "tame" her with your kind words and adoring nature, because even though most people assume she can take anything and everything with ease, you treat her like a person.
Abby in turn, loves being doted on by you. She loves being on missions and lefting a crate you to crawl under, just to watch you say "Thanks Abby" with a sweet smile, and check her hands afterwards to make sure she didn't get any splinters. She loves how you stop her in the middle of a run just to bandage a cut she didn't even notice. She loves how she'll greet you in the morning, and you immediately can tell she had a bad sleep, letting her rest her head on your lap until Issac calls for her.
Abby really loves how much you care about her, and it doesn't take long for everyone else to know too.
I think to everyone, you're a ray of sunshine next to death itself lmao. Abby is like a guard dog around you, and bothering you is synonymous with bothering Abby. When you guys become a package? It's even more so.
But also, once you get together you can nag her even more in public.
"Abby fucking Anderson!" You huffed, hands on hips as you glared across the cafeteria. You could see the other girl stiffen, as well as Manny and the others sitting with her start to snicker. You stomped over to her table with purpose, mustering up the harshest glare.
"How could you go out there, alone! There are protocols, and you know how tense it is right now, especially with the Scars. Let alone the infected! I heard you got hurt too..." You trailed off to look at her bandaged forearm, letting out a sigh.
"Oh Abby...why do you always try to take on everything yourself? You're one person!" You sat down beside her, looking up with blurred vision. You blinked your tears out of the way, and at the sight of you crying Abby immediately began to panic.
"Shit, y/n I–I'm sorry, things just happened so quickly. I didn't think to get back up–"
"But you should have! You idiot! You should have come straight back rather than rushing in like a crazy dog!' You full on yelled at her, fists banging on her chest. Abby took your hits with ease, gathering you up in her arms.
"I know, I know. I'm an idiot."
"A big, dumb idiot." Abby laughed, nodding in agreement.
"A big, dumb idiot. But I'm your idiot, right?" You puffed up your cheeks, knowing you couldn't stay mad at her. Not when she apologized like this, with the whole cafeteria watching the Abby Anderson fold to a girl half her fucking size.
"Yeah Abby..." You reached up to ruffle her hair, smiling as she grinned right back at you, "you're my idiot."
#abby anderson#abby x reader#abby anderson x reader#tlou2#tlou2 headcanons#thank u for the ask♥️#bibi answers
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i am in desperate need of jealous hotch oh my god especially when he was the one who didn’t want any labels he would be soooo frowny 🤨🤨LIKE all frown man more than he normally is which is soooo much. he’d also be a lil sad emo boy when he sees you get comfortable with another man who isn’t him!!! he’d be all “jj😐who😐is😐he” and jj would be like “oh just some guy from other department who yn went on a date with few weeks ago i think its going reallly well & tonight might be the night” and he would TOTALLY try to hide it fazes him at all later that night but yn knows oh she knows damn well hotchy boy is in love with her
i was giggling and twirling my hair while writing this help. i love jealous hotch 😩
is he lowkey toxic in this??? <3333 maybe so! but just a little bit <33 he loves you 😌
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Aaron heard laughs from outside his office. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on yours. The sound of it was one of the few things in this world that could make his heart absolutely melt.
He could almost see you; the sparkle in your eyes, your beautiful smile…You didn’t smile for him anymore. And that was entirely his fault, he knew it.
He missed you like crazy, and he was the only one to blame.
And that wasn’t to say he didn’t have you at all. He was in your bed every other night. He just never woke up there in the morning.
Aaron knew you wanted him to with the way you clung to him as you fell asleep. But he still woke up in the middle of the night and left you laying there alone, in the mess of sheets you had created together.
“What are we Aaron?” he remembered your small voice asking him. Your head was resting on his chest and his hand was drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.
“Do we have to name it?”
“I just…” you started, but he cut you off.
“Don’t we have fun together?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you replied, softly.
“Then it’s perfect the way it is. No need for labels.”
He kissed your forehead and he knew that with that conversation, he had stolen your smile.
The laughs and voices only grew louder and it made him curious. He stood up and walked out of his office only to find the whole team giggling around you. What threw him off, though, was a man he had never seen before with his arm around your waist, as if he had any right to do so.
Who the hell is that?
Before he had the chance to walk down the stairs he saw the man leaning in, giving you a kiss. He was kissing your lips. He was kissing the lips that Aaron kissed.
The little group you had created separated, probably to give you and this guy some privacy.
Aaron walked closer and found himself next to JJ.
“Who is that?” he asked, desperately trying to act casual. He was just making conversation.
“Oh, he’s a guy from the department upstairs. He’s hilarious,” JJ laughed. He assumed she remembered a joke he had said earlier.
“And what is he doing on our floor?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” she smiled. “He’s here to see Y/N. They went out on a date like a week ago and he’s obsessed with her already. Don’t tell her I told you that, but I think that tonight might be the night.”
He felt his blood boil at her words. Tonight might be the night? Over his dead body.
“Hotch, are you okay?”
“Perfectly fine,” he said and left her side in order to approach you; thankfully finding you without “the guy from the department upstairs”.
“Who was that?” he asked, walking towards somewhere more private and you followed him.
“Oh…that was Sam,” you replied casually.
“Sam?” he asked, frustrated.
“Yes, Sam,” you smiled.
“I see. And why were Sam’s lips on yours?”
“Mm…that must be because we’re seeing each other,” you explained, with a tone that implied his question was stupid.
“Seeing each other?”
“Are you going to turn every sentence I say into a question?”
“Y/N, answer me.”
“Yes I’m seeing him. I’m single, aren’t I?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his answer.
“Don’t do that right now.”
“You’re right,” you said calmly. “I won’t. Instead, I’m gonna go pick up my things. I need to go home early to get ready. I have a date tonight.”
He grabbed your arm carefully not to hurt you and brought his face close to yours.
“You’re not letting him touch you tonight,” he whispered.
“Try me.”
- -
“I swear I had never felt more humiliated in my life.”
“That’s so crazy,” you faked laughed. It was probably a funny story that he was telling you. And he was probably a funny guy too; the entire team seemed charmed by him. You just weren’t paying any attention. Your mind was dominated by a man you should be letting suffer with his jealousy.
But God, Sam couldn’t even compare to him. How anyone could?
It was impossible to let go of the possessive way he threatened you not to let Sam touch you. You remembered feeling his breath on your neck and how your body was begging for him, no matter how hard you had tried to act unfazed.
You always loved how he towered over you and…
And was he walking into the restaurant you were having dinner at? Had you manifested him there by thinking of him so intensely? Or were you just slowly going insane?
You saw him getting closer and closer to your table and you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Good evening,” Aaron said with a surprisingly polite smile.
I’m gonna kill him, you thought.
“Hello,” Sam said, clearly not knowing what was going on.
“Y/N is actually leaving, I’m sorry,” Aaron said.
“No, she’s not,” you responded, annoyed.
“Yes, she is,” he said with so much certainty in his voice that made you equally annoyed and eager to follow him.
He was looking right into your eyes and he stretched his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand in yours. And you did, whispering that he’s “such an asshole” while standing up so only he could hear you.
“I know,” he whispered back and you bit your bottom lip so you could hide your smile.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked, looking adorably confused which made you feel awful for leaving him behind.
“I’m so sorry, Sam. We have a case and I need to go with him.”
“Damn, couldn’t you just call her?” he asked.
“I was in the area,” Aaron stated, flatly.
“Right,” he said, not looking really convinced. You couldn’t blame him.
“Sam, I know this is shitty of me.”
“Don’t worry, it’s your job,” he smiled. He was so sweet. You made a mental note to set him up with one of your hot friends, he deserved it.
You made a move to pay but he immediately dismissed you. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Okay,” you smiled. “Thank you, Sam.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
--
“You made me leave a date with the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” you told Aaron as he was walking you to his car.
“You wouldn’t be here if you wanted him,” he simply said, opening the door for you.
He walked to the other side of the car and settled into his seat too. “You would have told me to fuck off,” he continued.
“Yeah, now that you mention it, I should have.”
He laughed and you couldn’t help but join him.
“God…what have you done to me?” you asked, letting your head fall on the head rest of your seat.
“I’m so sorry for everything.”
You turned your head to the side to stare at him, but you stayed silent.
He reached out for your hand and held it. “I wouldn’t have ruined your date if I wasn’t certain that you love me.”
“Fuck off, Aaron.”
He grinned at your words. “And if I wasn’t certain that I love you too.”
“You do?” your voice broke.
“Of course I do, baby. So much.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you nuzzled in it.
“Then why did you act the way you did?”
“I was scared. Y/N…you’re the first woman I’ve been with since Haley. And the first woman I’ve ever fallen this hard for. I don’t know…I felt… guilty? So I figured if we kept things casual, it would be better. I know how selfish that was of me and I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“Do you have any idea how it made me feel to wake up in an empty bed every morning while my sheets still smelled like you? How I wanted to do all these things for you, like - I don’t know - simply pack you lunch for work, but I held myself back because I was afraid you’d get mad at me for acting like a “girlfriend”?” you raised your voice, as tears filled the corners of your eyes.
“I’m genuinely so sorry, Y/N. I wish I could go back in time and change things,” he said, sounding heartbroken. “Sweetheart, if you let me I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.”
He wiped your tears with his thumb and you kept staring at him without saying a word.
“I’ll wait for you forever if you need me to, take all the time you need,” he added, sweetly.
“No, you won’t have to,” you said. “I’ve made up my mind already.”
He looked into your eyes waiting for your answer and you noticed he had stopped breathing for those moments.
“I wanna be with you, Aaron,” you smiled and kissed his palm that was still on your cheek.
“My love…” he said and brought your face close enough so that he could rest his forehead on yours. “I promise I’m going to love you more and more every day. I already do.”
“I love you too, Aaron.”
“Let’s go home,” he said and kissed the top of your head.
After several minutes of him driving, a question popped into you head. “How did you even know where we were?”
“Do you think Garcia would miss an opportunity to get the two of us together?”
“Oh, I should have figured.”
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Fairway to Heaven - Part 4
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TW: Mentions of sexual assault, harassment.
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The summer turns into fall, and Briar and Harry are living in their bubble of bliss. They’re professional when at Wynnewood, but a full-on domestic couple in private. Briar started her MBA, and Harry is thriving at work, finally finding the balance he’s been craving.
Uncle Patrick has completely warmed up to the couple, inviting them over for dinner and drinks regularly. Harry continuously charms her Aunt Meredith, and bonds with each of her brothers, talking about golf, music, and Marvel movies. One day, Briar received a text from her Uncle Patrick; All 6 of her favorite guys smiling in a group photo on the 14th hole of Wynnewood. Her heart was positively bursting.
Gus’s preferences shift as well; Before Harry, Briar was Gus’s whole world. Now, she’s the last to be greeted when they walk in the door, and is given a deathly side eye if she joins the two of them on HER bed. Harry sneaks out for a run in the mornings when he stays at Briar’s, always bringing Gus with him for the first half mile.
If Briar heads over to Harry’s, Gus is usually in tow. He even bought Gus a bed and some toys to make him feel at home.
Caroline and Briar made amends a week after their trip to the city. They’ve known each other long enough to know they need time to cool off and collect their thoughts. Briar invited Caroline out to breakfast with her and Harry, so they can meet and get to know one another. Caroline sent Briar a text to let her know Harry seems like a great guy, and if she’s happy, then they’re all happy.
Briar is halfway through her shift on the back course when she hears another cart pull up behind her.
“There’s my beer angel!” Niall shouts, lifting her up in the air from behind.
“Oi! Hands off,” Harry snaps, glaring at him. He shoves Niall out of the way, giving Briar a gentle kiss.
“Hi, Birdie,” he whispers.
“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers into his mouth, praying Niall is out of earshot. To prying eyes, their exchange is disgusting.
Niall is sifting through her cooler, trying to find the coldest Mich Ultra.
“Niall!” Harry yells, throwing his hands up. “You’re paying for that.”
“What’re you, her security guard?” Niall laughs, popping open the beer.
“Harry, it’s fine,” Briar assures, touching his arm gently.
He huffs, still glaring at Niall.
“Who’s winning?” Briar asks, unsure if she’s poking a bear.
“Me!” Niall laughs. “I think your boy is a bit distracted.”
“He’s had some lucky shots,” Harry grumbles.
Briar rubs his arm before wrapping hers around his waist. The course is relatively empty today, so she feels comfortable being so close to him. Since revealing their relationship to Niall, he’s taken the liberty of cracking a joke at every opportunity.
“When is your shift over?” Harry asks, leaning his cheek down on top of her head.
“Mmm, I offered to stay late today. Probably closer to 6,” she sighs, not wanting to let go of him.
“Okay, love birds, hurry up. I gotta stay warmed up if I’m gonna drop the hammer on H here,” Niall rolls his eyes, jumping back on the cart.
Briar’s heart flutters at Niall’s frivolous use of the word ‘love’. Harry squeezes her one more time before returning to their cart.
“We’re Audi 5000,” Harry says, holding up the peace sign while stepping on the gas and driving away.
“Yeah, that didn’t make you sound 100 years old!” she yells out, laughing at them.
“LL Cool J is the man!” he shouts back.
~
On her midday break, she heads into the dining room to say hi to Cam. Their schedules haven’t lined up recently.
“Hey girl!” Cam gleams, waving her over. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”
“I know! And life has been crazy,” she plops down on one of the bar stools.
Cam puts the glassware in her hands on the bar and leans over, placing her chin on her palms, “Soooo. How’s Harry?”
Briar can’t hide the smile on her face. “Everything is good. Better than good, really.”
“Sorry if you take offense to this, but I’m imagining the sex is fucking incredible.”
“You’d be correct. No offense taken,” Briar giggles.
“Ugh, I need to get laid,” Cam admits, not caring if her patrons at the bar hear her.
“Want me to get the low down on Niall for you?”
“It wouldn’t hurt, but something tells me I can probably pull him on my own,” she laughs.
Briar laughs, “yeah, you’re right.”
The two girls chat for a little longer, catching up on other club gossip. Briar heads back out to her cart, only to find a tiny stuffed owl sitting on the seat. She looks around, unsure where he could be. Her heart swells at the gesture.
She drives around hoping to find Harry, her new companion sitting on the cart’s tiny dashboard. Rounding the corner to the back half of the course, she spots a figure on the 14th hole, just as the sun is setting.
She smiles, loving that this has become their spot. He acknowledges her, his smile lighting up as she gets closer. She parks her cart parallel to his, barely putting hers in park before she launches herself into his cart.
“Woah, nelly!”
“Hi, Daddy,” she says, kissing next to his ear, smelling his shampoo.
“Hi, Birdie. How’s your day?”
“Good. I love my new little friend,” she says, looking over at the little owl.
“I almost bought you a little chick, but this one stood out to me more,” he smiles. “What’re you gonna name him?”
Without skipping a beat, Briar says, “Joaquin.”
Harry juts out his lip, nodding his head. “I like it.”
She shuffles to hover over Harry’s hips, her skirt fanning out to cover both of their laps. Harry looks down, grinning at her deviously.
“Panties off, Birdie,” he says assertively.
She gasps, heat sneaking up from her neck to her cheeks. “Are you sure, Daddy?”
He keens at her response. His brave girl. “Mhm. We’ll be real careful,” he says, unbuckling his belt. He lifts both of them so he can pull his pants over his ass. She pulls her thong off, setting it off to the side.
The sun is setting, and the course is essentially empty. The hustle and bustle leaving them with the calming sounds of the wooded area beside them.
“Where’s Niall?” Briar asks, looking around.
“Left a bit ago.”
“O-okay,” she says, nodding. Briar perches herself on the bench beside him. She leans down, looking up at him before touching.
“Go ahead baby, get me out so you can fuck yourself on my cock next,” he rasps.
Briar’s stomach is stirring with excitement; the idea of being caught sending a shiver down her spine. She touches him over his briefs lightly, his cock twitching in response. She fishes him out, immediately kissing his tip and giving small licks on the top half of his dick. While she busies herself, Harry reaches his hand around to play with her pussy. She’s already dripping, so Harry inserts two fingers and starts fucking her.
She moans as she wraps her lips around him, not caring if the whole club can see them. Briar runs her tongue along the juicy veins before sucking him further. Taking a deep breath, she braces to take him deeper. She’s been practicing relaxing her throat.
Harry grunts loudly, taking his right hand to press down on the back of her neck. She takes his encouragement, only wanting to take him deeper. She inches her way until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. She gurgles, pulling off of him abruptly to gasp for air.
“Took me so deep, baby. So fucking proud,” Harry beams, not believing this girl is his. “Make me happier every day.”
Her pussy is dripping, unable to wait another second. He removes his fingers before sticking them in his mouth.
“Daddy, I need you,” she pouts, moving to sit back on his lap, his cock just barely swiping her center.
“Go ahead baby, take what’s yours,” he instructs, eager to see her take control. Indirectly, of course.
She reaches between them, gripping his cock to line it up with her needy hole. Every part of her wants to sink down as fast as possible, but she opts to sink down deliciously and slowly. They gasp and moan in unison, Harry’s eyes rolling back a bit.
“So deep!” she screams, her head falling back.
Instead of telling her to be quiet, he reaches around her to raise her head back up and stuffs his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She welcomes the intrusion, swirling her tongue between them. He pushes further back in her mouth, choking her a bit, while thrusting up to meet her bounces.
He removes his fingers for a quick second, leaving her gasping for air as she’s bouncing all over his cock. He wants so badly to pull her tits out, but that’s too risky. He shoves his fingers back in her mouth. Reaching between them, he rubs her clit furiously, knowing she’s getting close.
Her bounces are becoming less rhythmic and more sloppy. He smiles at her, “C’mon, Birdie, take it.”
She slurs around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m so close.” His fingers are so big in her mouth, making her sound like she has a lisp.
“I want it baby, give it to me,” he grits out, still rubbing her clit. She stops all movement, her head slamming down onto Harry’s shoulder, letting out an extended whine. He thrusts into her a few more times, spilling everything in him. She feels warm and heavenly.
Harry lazily looks around, spotting no one around them. He scratches her back, encouraging her to lift herself off of him.
“Ughn,” Briar whines as she goes to stand.
“I know, Birdie. Did so good f’me.”
She pulls off, feeling his cum drip down her thighs. She reaches for her discarded panties, before Harry snatches them.
“Uh-uh, nope,” he says, shoving them in his pocket.
“Daddy!” she says, shocked. This feels so scandalous.
“Hope it isn’t breezy,” he says, winking before kissing her neck. He shoos her back to her cart. She grabs his golf towel, laying it down before sitting again, the juices dripping deliciously.
~
Briar showers after her shift — for obvious reasons, before heading to her house to grab Gus. Harry invited them over to hang out with a few of his friends.
She arrives at his house, making direct eye contact with Harry’s nosy neighbor. This time, Briar marches right to the front door and lets herself in. She hears laughter coming from the kitchen, so she lets go of Gus’s leash, letting him run straight to Harry.
“Gus!” Harry yells, lifting the dog’s top half up.
“Oi! Who’s this?” One of the brunette men sat around the island asks.
“This is Gus,” Harry says, pointing to the pup. “I’m dating his mother.”
Briar bursts out laughing, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s weird sense of humor. Harry leans over to give her a kiss.
“It’s nice to meet you, Briar. We’ve heard a lot about you,” the same man says, rolling his eyes at Harry.
“This is Ben, and that’s Tom, Tom and Jeffrey,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.
“Nice to meet you all!” she beams, despite feeling nervous being in a room full of older men. They are all clearly older than Harry — probably closer to Patrick’s age.
“Ben, you’re the one who kept Harry off the streets while he renovated his house, right?” Briar asks, remembering what Harry told her on her first visit to his place.
Harry smiles at the small detail she picked up on.
“That’s right. It was like having a little gremlin in my attic,” he smiles, as Harry punches him in the arm lightly.
The men shoot their shit, and Briar is just happy to watch them interact, interjecting when relevant. She hates when girlfriends ruin their boyfriend’s time with friends by turning the attention on themselves.
Harry decides he wants to move the party outside, so he starts carrying drinks to the fire pit, but is struggling to carry them.
“Help me, Jeffrey!” Harry says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. She assumes it’s from one of their many inside jokes. Jeff jumps out of his chair to grab a few of the cans from his hands.
“How do you carry all those drinks at once, Briar?” Harry huffs, just barely making it to the outdoor table.
“I get to practice on some needy members. Specifically members named Niall and Harry,” she teases, causing them all to erupt into laughter.
They sit around telling stories, the further they go back in time, the crazier. Briar rests comfortably on Harry’s lap on the comfy round chair. She thinks even if she met Harry when he was younger, they’d still get together. It’s later in the night, so the men opt to go back to their hotels, since a few of them are visiting from out of town.
She starts to doze off, before Harry whispers in her ear, “They really like you, Birdie.”
She can feel his smile against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says softly. “Want me to carry you?”
She giggles, her eyes still not opening. “Yeah.”
She turns around, wrapping herself around him, crossing her ankles over his butt. Gus senses their movement, and does a downward dog stretch before trotting inside.
She clings to him as he locks doors and shuts off lights. He struggles to carry her upstairs, but manages. He drops her on his bed before diving on top of her, whistling John Cena’s wrestling song.
“Bah badum bummmm, bah badum bummmm. It’s John Cena!”
“You are such a loser!” she laughs, about ready to pee her pants. It’s this point in time where she realizes this man is no different than her brothers.
“Watch that tone, baby,” he warns, giving a smack to her ass.
She crawls under his covers, absolutely wiped out. Gus is sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Briar says when they’re laid on their sides staring at each other.
~
It’s a slow morning when she wakes up. It’s early, but Briar’s internal clock keeps her on a tight schedule. Harry is still snoring, so she sneaks out the door with Gus so he can go to the bathroom.
Her boyfriend is thoughtful enough to keep a bag of Gus’s food and a spare food and water dish for him. He begins to chow down, so she brews a cup of coffee for herself and for Harry.
With her mug, she heads back outside to finish watching the sun rise and wake up more. It’s only 15 minutes before Harry joins her outside. She smiles, leaning in when he goes to kiss her temple.
“There’s coffee inside for you,” she says, her voice full of sleep.
“Thanks, Birdie,” he says, plopping down on the chaise lounge, looking straight into the sun, but eyes still shut. “Bed got cold up there without ya.”
Briar hums, “Do you have a busy day today?”
“I can make it not busy,” he looks over at her, squinting.
“No need, was just curious. Are you cool if I stay while you work? I’m finally not at Wynnewood for once.”
“Fine with me. I always bother you at work. I can show you what business not to go into,” he laughs.
“Can’t be that bad,” she challenges him.
“You’re right. It’s given me a pretty good life,” he says, encouraging her to join him on his chaise. “Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
~
Briar is lounging on Harry’s sofa with Gus at her feet while Harry works. He moved his laptop into the kitchen so he can be closer to them, although he has been getting heavily distracted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion.
“Y’know, I don’t think Teresa has ever liked Melissa,” Harry says, matter of factly.
Briar whips her head to gawk at him, her eyebrows raised. “What? You watch this show?”
“I’m fucking with you, I googled ‘RHONJ hot takes’ to see your reaction. I’m satisfied,” he snickers.
“Well that’s a take I agree with. After so many seasons, you just have to pick a side,” Briar yawns.
“Y’can take a nap if you’re tired. No need to stay up for my sake,” Harry says.
“I will, once this is over. How many meetings do you have left?”
“Just 3 more. But they’re all an hour or hour and a half,” he frowns.
“Do you have to be on camera?”
He cocks his head, unsure where she’s going with this question.
“Uh, no, not necessarily. I’ve worked with all of these people before. I usually am on camera if I’m meeting them for the first time,” he explains.
She smiles to herself, before returning back to her show. She has a feeling Harry will go back to his office for his other meetings, knowing his back is probably killing him from hunching over the island.
Like clockwork, Harry goes into his office for his second call. She gives him about 5 minutes before she tip toes to the large wooden door. She opens it slowly, his eyes meeting hers over his monitor.
Harry quickly mutes his microphone and takes himself off camera. His attention darting back and forth from the meeting and Briar. She walks around the side of his desk slowly, to which he swivels his chair to face her.
“What are you doing, lovie?” he says in a whisper, untrusting of his mute button.
Briar says nothing, sinking to her knees. Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels her pull his sweatpants down, revealing his flaccid dick that’ll come to life in a few short minutes. He looks to the ceiling, determining his next move. Does he tell her to leave? Or jeopardize his career by letting her continue and punish her later?
Harry chooses the latter.
By this point, his cock is fully erect and ready to go. Briar peers up with him as she plunges over him. Harry’s eyes close, expecting her to start bobbing her head up and down. Instead, she remains perfectly still.
He looks down at his girl, and she’s staring right back at him. He’s completely zoned out, until he hears his colleague say his name.
“Harry? What do you think?”
“I-I uhm, I agree, this sounds like a lucrative opportunity for us. Do you have a full report to share?” he manages to choke out.
Briar smiles as much as she can with his cock down her throat. She starts to gently suckle on his tip, then pushes his length halfway in, making sure to swallow frequently so her throat contracts, sending him into a tizzy. A few minutes pass of repeating this pattern, and Harry is ready to disintegrate.
The meeting continues, and Harry is holding on by a thread. He feels Briar pull off of him slowly, before rising to her feet and climbing on his lap. He exhales, thankful he didn’t cum with his colleagues on the phone. She wastes no time, inserting his cock in her pussy, not even bothering to remove her underwear and sleep shorts. Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grinds a little, but remains mostly stationary. Her hands cup his face, kissing down his jaw and neck.
Is she — cockwarming him?
His breathing is labored this time, unsure if he can hold off painting her velvety walls with his cum. He bites down on her shoulder.
She whispers lowly in his ear, bouncing a little, “come in me, Daddy.”
With that, he thrusts upward lazily, whines, and drains his balls into her. He can barely catch his breath. They stay like that, letting the meeting run its course. The team is dragging out their goodbyes, so Harry unmutes and chokes out, “Thanksguysgottadropoffbye.”
Briar comes back to life, squirming on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling in.
“Where’d you learn that one, baby girl?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“Google,” she laughs while pulling off of him, both of them hyper-fixating on the liquid dripping from her cunt. “‘Kay, I’m gonna go take a nap.”
Harry is dumbfounded. He goes to warn her she’s in for a rude awakening, but the notification for his call with Niall chimes.
~
When Harry is done his work day, Harry sneaks upstairs to spy on Briar. She’s sound asleep in his bed, with Gus at her side. Having the dog in his bed isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but the two of them look comfortable as hell, he has to admit.
“Gus Gus,” Harry calls quietly, causing the dog to lift his head. He jumps down from the bed, and Harry is able to shoo him into the hallway. Briar doesn’t stir.
Harry pads into his closet to find the unopened Amazon package, making sure to tip toe. He quietly shuts the door, sitting on the floor. He tears open the package, watching the contents dump on his lap.
He inspects the items, gently running his fingers along the rope, taking note of the intricate weaves. His spine shivers with excitement, eager to see Briar’s body react to being tied up. Tonight, he’ll keep it simple by tying her wrists behind her back. But, he’ll keep her waiting a bit. Not a long time, but maybe enough for a quick shower, or go outside to his putting green.
He rises from his spot on the floor, slowly unraveling the rope. He stands at the side of the bed, staring down at his girl. She’s blowing small puffs of air out of her mouth, her lips in an adorable pout.
He walks around to ‘his side’ of the bed, before pulling the sheet and duvet back. He slides in slowly, still not wanting to wake her. He shuffles closer, pressing his entire body against hers. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pressing delicate kisses up the column.
Briar gasps lightly, before slowly craning her neck to touch her cheek to his nose.
“Hi, Birdie,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek. “Sleep good?”
“Hi,” Briar yawns. “Yeah, your bed is comfy. Probably could sleep until tomorrow.”
“It is tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. He’s full of shit, but wants to rile her up, knowing her brain is playing catch up. She starts to sit up, reaching for her phone.
“Kidding!” he laughs. She smacks his chest, laying back down. She’s still facing away from him.
“I have a surprise,” he whispers.
“Hm? What is it?”
Harry starts to dangle the rope over her exposed skin. It doesn’t compute right away, but when it does, she freezes, slowly turning around to face him.
“Now?” she squeaks.
“Now,” he nods, fake pouting. “Up ya go.”
He helps her remove her clothes and move to a kneeling position while he stands on the floor, shins pressed against the bed. Harry starts by tying a slip knot around her wrists, nothing too crazy, but he wraps the remainder of the rope around her shoulders to rest above her collar bones. Her décolletage drives Harry wild; that area of her body always looks incredible, clothed or not. His cock twitches, eager to see the rope there.
When everything is secure, he brings her to a lying position on her left side, facing the en suite. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He tugs the rope for good measure. “Gonna go take a shower now.”
Her eyes bug out of her head, grunting when she moves her arms, forgetting she’s in the restraints already.
“B-but, I said…” she trails off, a look of pure terror flashing across her face.
“I know what you said, Birdie. Daddy knows what’s best for you right now,” he hums, giving her a look of pity. “Won’t leave you for long.”
He spins on his heels towards the bathroom, and Briar feels like she could start crying. The feeling of fight or flight has never been so strong. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm her nerves, looking around the room.
Somehow maneuvering her body to flip to a kneeling position, her face laying flat on the mattress, she rotates her head to look at Harry’s bed side table. She spots a bottle of lube, her vibrator, and one more item she can’t make out. She slams her eyes shut, dreading the night ahead of her.
In the shower, Harry is taking his grand old time, building the anticipation. He neglects to clean most of his body, opting to play with his cock instead. The rainfall shower head paired with the jets that shoot from the wall make the perfect combination for teasing himself. He brings himself to the edge a few times, but doesn’t dare let go.
Before turning the water off, he switches the temperature to ice cold, waking up his senses. He grabs his towel out of the warmer, and starts to dry off, shaking out his hair, his curls relaxing into waves as he’s aged.
Briar’s ears perk up at the sound of the water turning off. She’s grateful he didn’t stick something in her mouth to gag her. She’s been whining and writhing pathetically since the minute Harry shut the door. Her shoulders are killing her and she’s sheathed in sweat.
The door swings open, a puff of steam surrounding him. She smiles, thinking back to their run-in, except this time, Harry’s towel is not around his waist, but being run through his sopping hair, his thick cock swinging as he walks. He stares down at Briar, admiring his handy work of the knots.
Harry takes the towel in his hand, holding it out lengthwise. She peers up at him, their eyes locking, the thought simultaneously invading their minds. Harry holds the towel up before letting go of one end, the fabric cracking as it makes contact with Briar’s ass.
Briar yelps, unable to move. She tries to flip over, grunting in frustration when the ropes prevent her. Harry lets her squirm, getting a mild satisfaction from the struggle. She’ll wear herself out before they even get started.
“Settle down, Birdie.”
“I-I — I need help,” she cries out. If Harry doesn’t touch her soon, she’s sure she’ll light on fire.
“Help with what, baby?”
“Daddy, please,” she begs. “Please touch me.”
“Thanks for asking nicely, baby. But, I think there’s something else I’d like you to do, first,” Harry smirks. Her look of panic returns, but he simply grabs the rope and maneuvers her so she’s on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The cadence of Harry’s words slow down when he’s in a mood.
He hovers over her, placing his cock so it lays heavy on her lips. She opens her mouth, waiting for his next move. The whole time, her eyes have been squeezed shut. Opting to finally open them, she almost laughs, having never seen Harry from this angle.
He snaps his hips forward, shoving his cock halfway in her mouth. She gags, not prepared for the quick movement. He gives her a moment to adjust, basking in the feeling of her contracting her throat.
“Good girl, letting me fuck your little mouth like this. Look at you, absolutely drooling for it.”
Briar’s eyelashes flutter; her mouth has never been this full. She incoherently cries out, where Harry can barely make out her saying ‘please’.
Harry pushes in fully, watching as tears leak out of her eyes. His movements are minuscule, having no where else to go. He removes himself, listening to her sputter and gasp for air. He peers down at her, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Before she can say a word, he snaps his hips again, this time reaching down to cup her face. His thrusts start out slow, but increase pace quickly. He’s fully fucking her mouth.
She chokes and cries more, until he relents and pulls out, her wails now louder, unmuffled by his cock. Harry squats down to her level, petting the sweat-drenched hair off her forehead. He kisses her gently on her temple. His cock is painfully red.
“Did so well f’me, lovie. Let’s get you back up on the bed, here.”
He laces his hands under her neck and knees, flipping her so her head is on the pillow. Her arms are fully numb, her shoulders feeling like she spent hours in the gym. Despite feeling like she got hit by a bus, her core is absolutely dripping. She crosses her legs, hoping Harry will let it go.
No such luck. Harry joins her on the bed, laying flat on his stomach. She can’t look at him, so she tucks her face into the blanket beside her.
“Why are you hiding, Birdie?”
“I c-can’t,” she sniffles, overwhelmed by the different sensations she’s experienced today. Her voice is hoarse and completely fucked out.
“You can. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Patience,” he smiles, knowing this is one of the areas for improvement.
She goes to speak again, but is interrupted by Harry’s tongue and fingers entering her abruptly. Incoherent babbling pours from her mouth, leading Harry to shush her.
“Always so wet f’me. Barely’ve even touched you and you’re ruining my sheets,” Harry says, sucking her clit into his mouth. He pulls off, “Makes Daddy so crazy. Wish I could take you everywhere with me. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, baby? Let Daddy fuck you anywhere and everywhere?”
She’s thought about it — just lounging around Harry’s house, naked all day every day, being his fuck toy. But, she’s a girl with goals — goals she knows Harry wouldn’t hold her back from.
“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m yours.”
Harry pauses, a whimper almost escaping his own mouth. He licks her feverishly, lapping over her labias. Groaning, he leaves his position between her legs and hovers over her, gently pressing his hand over her neck. They haven’t officially done this yet, so Harry waits for Briar’s reaction.
God, she wishes her hands weren’t tied — she’d place her hand over his. She squirms around, kicking her feet out in the process. She comes loud and fast, arching her back in the process.
“Ah, yes, Daddy!” she strains out.
Pressing down a little more firmly, he uses his other hand to pump his cock a few times, lining it up with her center. He swipes the tip around before pressing in, slow and controlled, unlike how he took her mouth.
He reaches over to the nightstand to grab her vibrator, flicking the switch and turning it on. Briar’s head pops up.
“N-no, no, no, no,” she begs, already about to come. The vibrations would make her unravel instantly.
“Why not, baby? Gonna make you come as many times as I can.”
Briar mewls in response. Of course she wants to. But generally, she needs a moment in between, and she gets this unsettling feeling that Harry will be relentless in this mission.
And he is relentless — starting off on the slowest setting, making her come twice back to back, then upping the speed to the highest setting and just holding it there.
She’s howling at this point, pulling so hard on her restraints, she knows she’ll have craters formed on her skin. Coming once more, Harry joins her, releasing loudly into her. He’s too slow to shut off the vibrator, causing Briar to bark at him.
“Enough! Stop, stop, stop.”
He smiles, so unbelievable proud of her. Pulling out, he starts to loosen the rope, allowing her to relax. Slowly, he guides her arms out from underneath her, her whimpers continuing. He feels bad knowing her arms are probably numb. He may have carried on a bit too much.
When she’s finally free, Harry lays behind her, his arms wrapped tightly at her waist. They’re quiet for several minutes.
“That was fucking insane, Harry.”
Harry is taken back by her tone, so he rubs her arm gently, “A good insane, right?”
“Yeah, a good insane. I felt like my head was detached from my body.”
He hums, “Good. I don’t ever want it to feel like the bad insane.” Harry feels floaty, too. It’s been a long time since anyone has relinquished this much control to him in bed. The PTA moms and divorced housewives keep it pretty vanilla.
“Your arms are probably going to kill you tomorrow, baby. Wondering if you should call out of work.”
Briar loves that he cares about her this much. “Mm, I’ll be alright. I’ll just have the bar backs do the heavy lifting. There’s a huge charity tournament tomorrow. I think some big name players’ll be there.”
Harry nods to himself. He stands, gathering the supplies strewn around the room.
“What’s that other thing on your side table?” Briar asks, her brow furrowed.
“That’s a butt plug. Was gonna to use it on you, but I think we did enough new activities tonight,” he leans over and kisses her. “I wanna fuck your ass, eventually.”
Shell-shocked, Briar stutters, “O-oh.”
“Yeah. So pink and perfect, always staring at me when I fuck you,” he say, lust dripping from his mouth.
Briar has never even so much as touched her second hole, so the thought of his cock in there makes her head spin.
“I’m gonna start making us some dinner. Do you want me to feed Gus?”
“Y-yes, please,” she nods, finally sitting up.
“Okay, baby. Take your time coming down. I’m sure you’re a little numb in a few places.”
~
At Wynnewood the next morning, Briar is wishing she called out. The course is flooded with players for the charity tournament, and she feels like she’s being pulled in every direction. She’s triple stocked with essentials, and has plenty of champagne bottles for them to pop and shake around. Showy bastards.
Her cart has been purchased for the day by one member; a venture capitalist named Stewart Wagner. Briar’s job is to follow Mr. Wagner around, answering every beck and call for the measly price of $5,000, plus a nice tip. Her inner girl boss is screaming, but this would be a pretty addition to her paycheck.
The morning is going by quickly, thanks to Stewart’s entourage, a group of 30-50 year olds who can’t hold their liquor. Even when a patron is being over served, it’s in the servers’ best interest not to cut them off. The men are flirty, and Briar flirts back, but pictures her boyfriend’s gorgeous face.
Briar and Harry have had many discussions about her job; Harry is well aware of her savings goals, and even encourages her to work her charms to get the guys on the course to pay more. His trust in her is sexy, making her feel so empowered. She looks at her text from Harry this morning.
🦊: Make some money, baby! I’ll be there later today with Niall.
🐥: Thank youuuuu. Can’t wait to see you <3
Briar laughs at their differences in texting. Harry acts like he is writing emails when he texts her. Occasionally, he’ll use the 👍 emoji to spice things up.
She drives her cart slowly, trailing behind Stewart’s group. His use of pet names disgusts her, but when he’s waving $100 bills in the air, it’s hard to ignore him.
“What can I get for you, Mr. Wagner?”
“Briar, sweets, can we have a round of Fireball shots?”
“Of course, I’ll have those right up for you,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing the chilled bottle and shot glasses.
She passes them amongst the group, but not before noticing Stewart’s hand sitting just above her ass. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before moving away, not saying a word. She stalks back to the cart, her heart pounding a little. She’ll allow verbal flirting, but never anything physical.
She watches them play all day, rolling her eyes as they hit bogey after bogey. They’re the loudest group on the course, making obscene gestures to one another and slurring their words.
After a while, one of Stewart’s friends approaches her, leaning against the cart like Harry does. She’s at the back of the cart, reorganizing the cooler. They’re in a more wooded spot in between Stewart’s hole and the next.
“Can I grab you anything?” Briar says cautiously, not liking the way this man is looking at her.
“You can, gorgeous, but I think I want something not on the menu,” he smirks, moving dangerously close to her. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me as much as I want you? Your ass is amazing in that little skirt.”
Briar’s blood runs cold. She stares at him, before raising her palms up to shove him at chest level, sending him staggering a bit. She looks around frantically, still not a soul is near them, despite how many people are at the course today.
The man grits his teeth before walking towards her again, this time, his hands grab her elbows, pulling her body to press hers against his. She tries to break his grasp, but his grip is too strong. “It’s all good, sweetheart, I don’t mind a struggle.”
Briar goes to yell out, but spots Harry charging towards them, his brows furrowed and nostrils flared. Harry’s hands are in fists at his side, his jaw locked tightly.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry yells, shoving him away from Briar, his hand gripping the man’s neck. “You think you’re all tough trying to take advantage of a woman? Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you.”
Harry sends the him crashing to the ground. He’s so drunk he can’t even attempt to stand back up.
“Stewart! Oi! Come get your fucking boy before there’s a bigger problem,” Harry seethes, yelling down to Stewart who can now see the commotion.
“Harry, hey, what’s going on here?” Stewart questions, looking between Briar’s teary eyes, Harry’s enraged look, and his buddy lying on the ground.
“Get this fucking prick out of my sight. Now,” Harry grits, guiding Briar to the passenger’s side of her cart, while he jumps in the driver’s seat. Stewart does nothing, staring at them both. “I said now!”
“I’ll pay her more,” Stewart says simply, understanding what probably took place. Harry jumps back up, ready to bash their two skulls together.
Briar hops off the seat, grabbing Harry’s arm. He shakes loose of her grip, looking straight at Stewart, “You wanna die now too, huh?”
“Harry, please. Let’s just go back up…” she trails off. Harry eases off, jumping back into the cart. The two ride back to the clubhouse in silence, passing the other players who have no idea what happened. Harry parks the cart, walking off in the direction of the pro shop. Briar follows behind, barely keeping up.
All of a sudden, Harry spins around, embracing her in a tight hug, his head laying on hers. They say nothing, just basking in each other. Harry is ready to ream out every employee who lets Stewart do whatever he wants, but his girl comes first.
“Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Harry says, his face buried in her hair. He pulls off, making sure she’s looking up at him. “Gonna make sure that wanker never comes near you again. Did he hurt you?”
She shakes her head, unsure what to say in her state of shock. Releasing her reluctantly, Harry continues toward the pro shop.
Harry shoves open the door, looking around. Patrick isn’t out front, but could be in his office. The kid at the desk stands, sensing Harry’s erratic behavior. He guides Briar to sit on the sofa
“Where’s Patrick?” Harry asks.
“H-he’s in the back. I’ll tell him to come right up,” the scared teenager says, scurrying to the back.
Patrick appears seconds later, his brows furrowed, “Hey, what’s going on?”
Harry tells him, his voice low as to not upset Briar. Patrick peers over Harry’s shoulder at his niece, his stomach dropping with every word.
“Patrick, I think if I had gotten there any later, something even worse would’ve happened,” Harry says, his voice breaking.
Patrick nods, walking over to Briar. He sits down next to her, and she immediately bursts in to tears in his arms. Harry feels like he’s been kicked in the gut. Patrick lets Briar cry it out, and only moves to stand up when her breathing is regulated.
“Take her home, Harry. I’ll make sure this is taken care of.”
Harry nods, grabbing her hand to stand her up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to his car.
He opens the passenger side door, helping her step up and get settled. Kissing her on the cheek, he moves to close the door but she stops him, opting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, laying her cheek on his soft hair.
“I love you.”
He looks up at her, her eyes still red and cheeks puffy with tears. He smiles, his heart bursting out of his chest.
“I love you, too, Birdie. More than I can even describe.”
~
Though that’s not how Harry envisioned the two of them professing their love, he’s relieved. His feelings for this girl came fast, and seemingly out of nowhere.
When they arrive at Harry’s, he brings her upstairs to shower and get in his comfy clothes. While she showers, he leaves with her keys to grab Gus from her apartment, and stop for some sweet snacks.
He pops the ice cream in his freezer and lays out the assortment of snacks on the island. Gus stares up at him, waiting for his treat. Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing some cheese from his fridge. He tosses the pieces of provolone in the air, watching Gus miss every single one.
“Your breed must not be known for their athleticism,” Harry laughs, scratching his head.
“What are you saying about my son?” Briar peeps up, entering the kitchen in Harry’s sweats, her arms crossed.
“Nothing, Birdie. He’s perfect. How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. Just shaken up,” she says softly.
“I’m sure. Well, I got us some snacks and ice cream. Let’s relax for the rest of the night. Sound good?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” she says, locking his pinky with hers.
~
Patrick arranges for Briars shifts over the next few days to be covered, and he sends Harry a text confirming Stewart is banned from Wynnewood indefinitely. He’s watching Gus roll around in the yard, to which Harry shakes his head.
He sighs with relief, placing his phone on the counter. Briar is still asleep, the stress of the day before wearing her out. Gus scratches at the sliding glass door to be let back in.
“Get in here, rug rat,” Harry laughs.
He pads back upstairs, two cups of coffee in his hand. He’s finally won Briar over with drinking hot coffee, despite her insisting that’s for old people.
He enters the room and she’s sitting on his window seat, staring out into the backyard.
“Thank you. And thanks for letting Gus out,” she says, grabbing the coffee mug. He joins her, sitting on the opposite side to face her.
“You’re welcome. Today, we’re doing a surprise activity,” he says, smiling. He feels giddy. “T’get your mind off things.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out. Just wear what you’d wear to the gym.”
Briar scrunches her eyebrows. She lets it go, opting to sit in silence with her lover. They shower and change as needed, leaving Gus in his mud room. Harry is still weary about leaving the dog to roam free in his house.
They drive for a while, before the houses and trees become more sparse, entering a rural area. Finally, Harry slows down, turning onto a gravel path with a sign that reads, Blue Moon Farm.
They park close to a red barn.
“Harry, where are we?”
“We’re doing GOAT YOGA!” He laughs, his eyes crinkling, smile wide.
“Oh my god!” She kneels on the seat, leaning over the console to kiss him. “I’m so excited. I’ve always wanted to do this!”
She hops out of the car, running toward the barn. She shrieks when she sees the baby goats, beckoning Harry over to come look.
A few more couples arrive, and the instructor begins the class. They get through a few moves, until they begin movements on the mat. Briar is in a downward dog position when she feels tiny hooves hop up on her hips. Harry could listen to her squeals of joy for the rest of his life.
A goat is cuddled up to Harry, rendering him unable to finish the class. He’s smiling, letting the little creature nap. Briar is laughing hysterically, snapping photos of them. They finish the class walking around the grounds to see the other animals.
Horses, cows, goats, emus, chickens, and pigs are roaming around, the collection of sounds making them crack up. The farm has a small ice cream shop, where they split a mint chocolate chip cone. They walk back to his car, pinkies intertwined, smiling to themselves.
When they arrive home, it’s all gentle touches. Harry leads them straight upstairs, dropping articles of clothing as they move.
Harry undresses Briar, worshipping her body, his stomach still in knots over the incident. He leans down, taking her breast in his mouth, using his other hand to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb.
Briar moans softly, lulling her head back. He moves back up, kissing her firmly, before laying her back on the bed. He reaches down, gently touching her center. He kisses his way down her body, listening to her tiny whimpers. She’s wet already, so he fishes his cock out of his pants, lining himself up.
He uses his other hand to hold hers, before entering her. They both sigh, just happy to be close to one another.
“I love you, Birdie.”
“I love you more.”
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Bangtan Weekly Report...
So a lot happening in here in the last 24 hours. Joon's appointment took everyone by surprise. Seems legit significant and I wondered if this will affect his military service... not in the fact that he would be exempt because of it... not implying that at all. What I'm wondering is after he completes his basic training, would he just go ahead and shift into some kind of position where he is also associated with this particular activity in the military? Stationed at whichever areas are doing this activity and such...
I think for sure it will definitely add to his future opportunities and influence in the public arena. It’s so exciting for him!
Also: Yoongi headed to Japan. I love that shirt, vacation vibes. I hope he was able to rest a little bit and get something to ease his coughing though. I know he keeps saying don't worry, he's not sick, but something is up because you don't hack up a lung like that after walking a few hundred yards for nothing.
Also today: Tae headed to Japan Spain! He looked dressed for an island party. It's been a while since we've seen him wear earrings. Or, I should say an earring since its only one. AND THE HAIR! I'm not a big fan of the frizzy perm but he is squeezing all he can out of his 20s before enlistment with the ash blonde hair moment again!
How does he even see where he's going? How did anyone recognize him? That hat reminds me of a woven straw basket I used to have in my dining room.
TAKE TWO!!! A new OT7 song coming!!! Soooo excited!!! Maybe we'll get a teaser! Produced by Suga and written by RM and Hobi!!!!!
!!!!!!! NEW GROUP MUSIC!!!!!!!
Also today: someone now pointing out that Kookie discreetly moved a small object out of camera view during his garbage disposer repairman live on Feb. 27 ...
How did I not notice him doing that when I watched the live... so now someone is saying it resembles a car key fob... for a Porsche...hmmm, who do we know that drives a Porsche? ... ummm.... I don't know... it could be, or not? It's got a reflective chrome button looking area on it. It's white and car key fob shaped...
Of course, it could also be a vaper or his own car key fob or something else... a tube of lube (Kookie... please put stuff away after you use it, I know its handy there but still... TMI you know?) ... I need more visual info.
Also today: I see people grumbling (outright bitching) about the commercialization of Festa/BTS... commercialization = selling out...
This is my take on all of that (and probably an unpopular opinion, but anyways...):
People are all for their "sold-out" king when a random t-shirt or shoes they are wearing or an insulated mug sells out, but our guys don't see a penny of that.
And now you're saying official BTS merch would be somehow unsavory... a money grab... even though money from the sale of THAT DOES go into their pockets?... please think through what you are saying...
And commercialization in the form of sponsorships is not good? How is it not good?...Sponsorships are great!
Here's the deal... money makes the world go round... so that exact thing is what will help perpetuate the longevity of BTS, those sponsorships will give BTS a shit ton of money in return for licensing/promotion and underwriting big ticket projects.
It keeps BTS alive in the public eye and keeps the income coming in order for them to do first class work and endeavor to promote themselves and give us great events. Fabulous purple fireworks shows are not free. Sponsors help underwrite the cost of that. And because these events are happening will also indirectly help the many small businesses in those areas because of the influx of visitors to these events.
Turning the city purple creates excitement about BTS and reminds locals that BTS are global cultural ambassadors. Army should be hella proud of that.
What other kpop group is getting news coverage for their 10th anniversary? None.
Deep pockets allow BTS to book stadium tours, so the more chance more of us can see them in-person.
The day the money stops flowing will REALLY be the day BTS retires.
If we are who we say we are and intend to support BTS no matter what happens... IF WE ARE IN THIS BANGTAN SHIT FOR LIFE ... and what we are given right now is merch and purple corndogs, then I will buy a keychain or a book or eat purple tteokbokki, or whatever, along with whatever music is released. If you really are against it, then don't buy anything but don't act like what they are doing is disgusting.
Anyway, its been a full day. We are headed into Festa season for the next two weeks and beyond. The timeline seems focused on positive things. Or maybe that's my imagination. I am going to enjoy it while I can.
#rant over#BTS Festa#BTS 10th anniversary#festa 2023#bts take two#blonde tae#keeping the lube handy are we?#or jimin leaves his car at kookies sometimes#or all the time#who knows?#how did i made this about jikook?#i'm a genius thats how#bangtan weekly report
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Hey could you maybe write something along the lines of what the boys would do if their s/o feels ignored/forgotten? No pressure, I just feel like it'd be interesting
A/N: Hey! This was a super cool prompt, I’m excited to write it <3 thanks for requesting Nonny!
DARRY CURTIS
Darry works two very physical jobs, rarely has a day off and has to constantly take care of his two younger brothers
When he comes home? He usually showers, eats dinner, and falls right asleep
It’s not rare to feel forgotten or ignored, especially with Dare’s busy schedule and his workaholic personality
He works almost every shift he can, trying to bring home every paycheck possible for the boys so that he can make sure they’re taken care of
Your best option here? Just tell Darry how you feel, it’s gonna give you the best outcome and everyone’s gonna be a lot happier
He’ll do his best to take a day off and spend the day with you, taking you wherever you want and showering you with love and attention
SODAPOP CURTIS
Let’s start by saying it’s hard to feel ignored in a relationship with Sodapop Curtis and if you do feel ignored, it’s not on purpose
Pony compares Sodapop to a colt, he’s sort of boyish and not overly serious all the time, he likes having fun and gets a little wild
So if you feel ignored? It’s not on purpose, Soda’s probably gotten distracted by something else and has temporarily forgotten about you
Not to fear! It doesn’t take much to get his attention back on you, literally one of the easiest things you could do
Three easy things: step into his line of sight, call his name, and smile!
Just like that, Soda’s forgotten everything else in the world and suddenly the only thing he’s focusing on in you
PONYBOY CURTIS
Ponyboy almost always has his heads in the clouds, he’s a dreamer and has a wild imagination that often runs away from him
He’s also usually got a lot of stress on his shoulders? Between the inevitable drama in his life, Darry making sure he’s keeping up in school, and other things
If you’re feeling forgotten, most likely it’s because Pony’s off in his head or is trying to live up to Darry’s expectations or is just innocently busy with something else
Again, with him? It’s better to just talk to him, Pony is immediately going to try and resolve the problem and give you a bunch of attention
Pony doesn’t mean to ignore you, it’s an honest mistake, he’ll admit it while he apologizes and holds you hands in his
Definitely the kind of boy to try and make it up to you with a few dates later that week
DALLAS WINSTON
Soooo. If you’re feeling like Dally’s ignoring you or has forgotten about you, it might be on purpose, I’m not gonna lie to you guys
For example, he could be talking to a group of greasers, friends of yours, and you can tuck yourself into his side and he’d barely spare you a glance
It’s just him trying to bring up his tough-guy-nothing-can-touch-me attitude, he’s trying to show off in front of the rest of his buddies
Also- this could be an attempt to try and make you jealous? Especially if he’s ignoring you in favor of talking to someone else, someone pretty to get you all riled up
Confronting him about it is going to lead to a fight, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine by ignoring him is also probably going to lead to a fight?
My suggestion would be to make it hard for him to ignore you; press kisses up his neck as he’s talking and slip your hand under the edge of his jacket or take his beer and take a slow sip while keeping your eyes locked on his <3
JOHNNY CADE
Okay guys, do we really think that Johnny is going to let you get to the point of feeling ignored or forgotten?
Cause I really don’t think he will, even if y’all get in a fight or you’re busy, he’s not going to let you get too far
In the very rare case, and let me stress how rare this would be, that you feel forgotten or ignore by Johnnycake, talk to him
I know, all of these are sounding the same, but I’m serious guys, talking to most of the boys is going to solve your problems
If Johnny really has been doing something that makes you feel ignored? He’s gonna apologize
And it’s the softest apology, murmured under his breath with pleading eyes as he kisses your hands
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Okay, so yeah, you might feel forgotten with Two-Bit, he’s admittedly a little scatterbrained
Unlike Dally, the ignoring isn’t purposeful here, Two’s just a little spacy, it’s alright though because we still love him!
Maybe he’s busy stirring up trouble or off stealing something else and didn’t invite you along to join in his fun
Two scenarios there - A) he thought your invitation was obvious and didn’t say it or B) he just forgot to mention it to you
Either way, harmless mistakes guys, Two doesn’t mean it, he’s not trying to upset you I swear-
What’s the solution? I think you guys know :) talk to him and expect a bunch of kisses back in response
STEVE RANDLE
Steve’s a little tougher? I feel like there’s a chance of feeling forgotten here, it’s not as high as it is with Dal, but it’s there
But it’s a dumb sort of forgotten, like Steve’s too busy obsessing over the cars at the DX or is too involved in a conversation with Soda ot something to pay attention to you
It’s not hard to get his attention back, literally any physical contact from you has his eyes snapping back to you, eager to see what you need
Link your finger with his, gently set a hand on his back, kiss his cheek, kick his foot, I’m telling you it works
Just like that, his undivided attention is on you darlin and there’s no way you can feel forgotten when he’s looking at you with that soft smile
Kiss a little, whisper apologies on both sides and everyone’s happy again
TIM SHEPARD
Okay so there’s a lot of things that keep Tim’s attention from you: the gang, both Shepard and occasionally Curtis, his siblings, and Tim himself
He’s like Dally in the sense, they’re a lot alike if you aren’t noticing, he’ll ignore you on purpose just to get a rise out of you
But when he’s not trying to be a jerk, it takes a lot of effort to keep his gang in line and take care of Angela and Curly
My personal headcanon for their family is that Mr. Shepard is way out of the picture, to the point where even Tim barely remembers him, and Mrs. Shepard is never home and rarely comes around - she’s not dead, just never there so Tim’s sort of a parent to Curls and Angela
Telling him you’re feeling ignored is practically an free invite for him to tease you and poke fun at you, ultimately though, it’s going to lead to him trying to rope you in more under the guise of he wants to show you off also how boring meetings are with the gang and how he “might as well have somethin’ pretty to look at”
Don’t try and cold shoulder him back, he will take it as a challenge and he will win the little game you’re trying to play
CURLY SHEPARD
For some reason? I see Curly in the same light as I see Steve for this set of headcanons
I don’t think he’s the kind of person who’s going to try and purposefully ignore you unlike his brother and Dally, if it happens, it’s usually on accident
When he’s late to your date at the Dingo, he just got caught up talking with some other greasers on the way there, as soon as he sits down across from you, he’s already asking for you to forgive him
But on the off hand Curly decides to be a jerk and ignores you, the advice is a little different, you’re gonna want to give him a little bit of the cold shoulder, especially if you’re at a party or something
So like- if he’s trying to catch your eye from across the room, a smug smile on his face, don’t look at him, just keep your conversation going with whoever you were talking to
When he presses up behind you and tries to kiss your neck, tilt your head so he can’t, it’ll become a game of sorts and I think that Curly would love to play, as long as you guys don’t take it too far
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imagining an au where jimmy has some sort of connection to the dead that allows him to like, see ghosts in a way but in my head it’s somewhat more vague and not-quite, but like as he learns more about the people of the deserted town through reading stuff and looking around like you said, slowly he’s able to see the ghosts of the past better and/or they feel comfortable enough to show themselves to him more and so it’s really a ghost town to him and he slowly forgets that it’s not actually a lively town and when other empires members come over it’s like really eerie and off and idk. is this anything
My immediately thought was that Pix would be soooo pissed if, out of everyone, JIMMY got the seeing-ghost-of-the-past ability and not him LOL
BESIDES... I am staring at this. Ough. My first thought here is that if they are ghost ghosts, that's granting him a kind of power/identity that he really, really craves. He's their link to the living world, like. You can't get more dependent than that on a guy. It's not quite "sheriff" but it's something and it makes him feel important and he likes that.
(Of course, they could reveal themselves to anyone at any time, technically. They just can't leave the town. And Jimmy's the only one there.)
I'm imagining in this scenario the Old Sheriff left his town for dead, tbh. Then Jimmy shows up and dons the sheriff hat himself and the ghosts are - well, none too happy really. Last sheriff didn't do them any good, that's for sure. But it's kind of exciting to have someone new, living around, so it's inevitable that they show themselves. Plus, uh. Jimmy's just seems kinda sad and lonely? Like he thinks the place is empty and he's still just hanging around? Roleplaying? In short they are charmed by his cringefail loserboy swag.
Ohh, and I like this so much. He's suddenly got this large-ish group of people he's essentially stuck with unless he wants to move, which forces him to not fall back on his go-to solution to most of his problems this season: burning bridges. He can't burn this bridge. I mean, he could, but then he has to sleep in the ashes, you know? It'd be kind of healthy for him to have something he couldn't run away from. I like that a lot.
I'm rotating this. Thank you for sharing!!
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ngl I know nothing ab your DC blorbos except they're gay and cool or something Idk I just think they're neat... I'd ask what comics I could read ab them being super blorbo-y but Idk...
OKAY so there’s a lot of characters in dc but the ones I draw/talk about the most are these group of friends!! They feature in Young Justice 1998, Teen Titans 2003, and Young Justice 2019, as well as having their own comics and other appearances :)
each comic run has different vibes but my personal favorite is yj1998 bc I like its wacky and zany vibes. It was not my first comic though, and it’s a little older so it might be hard to understand or read if it’s your first time reading comics like this, and again it is old soooo some stuff does Not age well such as certain jokes or depictions and it is of course not all perfect but overall I love it and think it has a lot of heart
I think i have a lot of fun with it bc it feels so…animated? And it has funny slapstick humor. Honestly I probably like it bc it makes me laugh the same way ninjago makes me laugh…a group of 4+ friends that have cute dynamics with each other and just Being Silly Together. I really don’t know how to explain it but between all three runs, I can see yj1998 in my head the most as a wacky animated show with exaggerated bouncy animation idk so that’s part of the fun for me. I think the moment I realized this was going to be a long term emotional investment was When I read the issue where they randomly end up on a planet and have to play baseball bc I am a SUCKERRR for baseball shenanigans
But yeah the group starts out with Bart, Tim, and Kon in JLA: A world without Grownups, and they just have a good trio dynamic 🙏 the banter between all three is so good 🤩and I liked seeing their friendship develop throughout yj1998 too! Especially for Tim, with his hesitancy at the beginning.They weren’t without conflict ofc but that adds to why I like them bc eventually they became besties for life. They are also quickly joined by others but the main one that stays w the group through all three runs is Cassie Sandsmark , aka Wonder Girl ii.
But yeah I guess some things I like are the way they actually Hang out? like they will do camping trips or go to the mall and games together etc etc, but there will be parts that feel more serious while never losing that humorous tint to it. For some examples, I love how Tim tries to be a leader in the beginning, but then one arc shows just how much Cassie is more fitting for it, and how they bond over Leader things like how hard it is to tell Bart what to do and then will share a really nice hug 🥺, and I love Cassie and Cissie’s relationship a LOT because they sometimes misunderstand each other but clearly care for each other (they aren’t canon but in my heart they are.) I also like Tim and kon’s build towards understanding and friendship for a similar reason, and cissie and Anita also have a nice development with each other, but yeah all the dynamics are just fun to think about tbh 🤷🏻♀️ I am pointing at them eagerly and going “wow! Friendship!!”
And as for the guy I never shut up about…well that’s a whole thing I could ramble about but i became obsessed with him the moment he quoted Peter Pan while lamenting about how he was afraid his friends would leave him behind after several issues of him acting like Hot Shit and erm I’m predictable so it got to me 🙄 also he makes dumb jokes every second like he expects someone to laugh at them like he’s so dumb sometimes….anyways I do not want to ramble too much so I will get on with it
I was only familiar with his black tshirt look before, so when I first saw this goofy looking dumbass with a leather jacket and glasses and an earring I WAS LIKE “THATS SUPERBOY? THATS REAL?” and quickly became interested in the notion of a Superman associated hero wearing something like this bc I don’t think my brain ever considered the possibility before….also it is something I cannot explain some panels just activate my cuteness aggression 😔 I just think he’s really cute 🫶🫶🫶
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
seven!
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
129,484 which is a fake number to me
3. what fandoms do you write for?
nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
you can start a family who will always show you love
let the world have its way with you
my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance
like a dog with a bird at your door
i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….
8. do you get hate on fics?
no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
nope!
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful
14. what’s your all time favorite ship?
if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing
16. what are your writing strengths?
i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)
19. first fandom you wrote for?
911 babey!
20. favorite fic you’ve written?
my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj
tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!
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Random Headcanons for Drarry (which I'm going to include into my fanfiction)
Harry Potter
growing up at the Dursleys - disgusting muggles;
Abuse/Neglect/and all those good things...
at the age of 6, teleports in front of WolfStar; gets adopted, receiving a new name - Hades Perseus Black (the irony of him being called after Medusa's beheader) and being sorted in Slytherin, cuz he belooooong;
also he the Slytherin Princess cuz I say so
Draco Malfoy
Harry's boy- I mean best friend;
crushing on him since they met (god so cheesy) - his father will definitely hear about this;
smart boi who likes books and potions;
Slytherin's Prince
Fred & George Weasley
cuz we love the twins;
are also in Slytherin;
cunning & ambitious pranksters;
worthy Weasleys;
secretive and always together... very sus...
Hermione Granger
also goes to Slytherin;
Family Secrets are revealed;
very devious and Pansy Parkinson is there as well soooo you already know where I'm getting at
One of the Mother Hens of the group
Pansy Parkinson
knows all the gossip in the wizarding world
most likely knows your secrets too
Hermione's best friend and possible girlfriend
Fashionista and the other Mother Hen of the group
Theo Nott & Blaise Zabini
being the gay couple they are and we support;
don't call Theo 'Theodore' if you don't wanna wake up with nasty hexes;
Blaise is the cool and laid-back one compared to his partner
Cedric Diggory
lives cuz he deserves to and is the same age as the twins;
surprisingly gets resorted into Slytherin;
likes Luna a lot
the Twins' Best Friend and secret partner in crime
Luna Lovegood
we love and so does Cedric; shhh don't tell anyone, but Luna probs knows about it already...;
same age as Harry and the rest
her destiny leads her to be part of Slytherin~
Sirius & Remus Black
also known as Siri & Remy (or Moony);
best parents award;
teaching together and supporting Slytherin against Gryffindor;
everybody knew that they should have been in Slytherin but nobody could prove it
Severus Snape
called Sevy or Sev behind his back;
Regulus is his Soulmate - forget Lily;
being done with everyone, but has a soft heart for his snakes and supports Drarry;
WolfStar's Bestie~
Regulus Black
Reggie!!
lives and loves Severus Snape;
enough said..................
teaches History of Magic at Hogwarts;
enjoys playing pranks with Sirius, and the Weasley Twins
Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy
lovingly called Luc (Lucy - by Siri, Remy, Sevy & Reggie) & Cissa;
awesome parents
fighting the Potters
Voldy Moldy, I mean 'Tom' Marvolo Riddle
NOT the bad guy here (duh)
doesn't look like a snake hybrid whatever that was;
resembles his younger hot self;
don't call him Tom or Tommy - he will try to skin you alive and then torture you;
may have a thing for Bellatrix
Bellatrix Black (hopefully a Riddle soon)
the best Aunt even if she is a bit crazy.....
okay maybe a lot of crazy...
she's still crushing on Marvolo, which ain't a secret
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
head chicken of the flaming chickens
Chief Asshole of Wizengamot
Master fucking Manipulator
Daisy Potter
Harry's younger twinsister
supposed "Girl Who Lived"
nicknamed Lazy Daisy & Crazy Daisy
a fucking bitch, who has a crush on the very Slytherin and very gay Draco Malfoy
Lily & James Potter
the worst parents
suck badly and so do the rest of the Weasleys (of course with the exception of the twins, Charlie & Bill - tho the latter two don't really appear in my fanfic)
Molly & Arthur Weasley
can't tell their twins apart and disregard them
simply bad parents
it's all about the money
Percy Weasley
turns into an asshole after Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint got together;
actually fought Marcus, but sucks for him cuz Marcus became even more handsome
Ron Weasley
the worst friend one could have
likes fame and money
very jealous
major bully
Ginny Weasley
too obsessed with gay Harry, who rejects anything and everything the girl gives him
screeching voice
ridiculous personality
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Some ideas about Vargas' camp.
Yuu is a girl here. It's more convenient for me to write this way.
Sorry my English is not strong
Yuu when she and Grimm were called to a meeting with Vargas, Crewel and Director Crowley.
-Soooo you want to say that you will hold a camp where you will scare students to gray hairs by kidnapping them?
Crewel - Not so cruel, puppy.
Director Crowley - This will help them start working as a team!
Yuu - they would rather burn the whole forest to smoke out the enemy from hiding than agree to cooperate…And what do I need to do in this whole performance?
Vargas - you only need to take photos with your camera and check how this or that group is doing. And let me know if necessary.
Yuu is looking at Crewel with a pleading look not to leave her alone.
-With all due respect, I agree to go scare these smug ass……….But I categorically refuse to go only with Teacher Vargas. At least let Grim keep his magic stone.
Crewel realizing that it will be completely unprotected.
- Because he is not a participant, he will not need magic for anything. But you need to make sure that no one uses Grimm's magic.
Yuu - A couple of cans of tuna and he will be the most harmful guy for negotiations~
***
If Yuu had predicted some situations in advance…
The events after the discovery of Deuce in an abandoned mine and a collision with one of the phantoms.
Ruggie - And how are we supposed to fight against this thing without magic stones?!
Yuu curses softly and pulling the collar of his T-shirt pulls something out of his bra and throws it into Leone's hands.
-I'm not f@cking going to die here….Leona, catch it!!
Leona deftly grabs the object that Yuu throws very sharply. And the third-year student freezes in shock. She stole their magic pens that were taken from them at the beginning of the camp?!?
-How.. you…
While Leona leaves all questions for later and puts up a defense so that the phantom does not hit the freshmen. Yuu kapashitsya in her bra pulling out a few more magic pens.
-Maybe I don't have magic, but I'm not stupid enough to go to the same place where there was a fight with a monster on the first day of this damn world! Especially since there are at least 5 more of them staggering around somewhere! An abandoned and forgotten mine, what the hell were they even thinking of sending us here?!?
Floyd looked at his pen with interest, then at the Prefect.
-Uh?!Five more of these?
Yuu snorting and giving pens to the extremely confused Ace and Deuce -
There were 7 chairs and 7 beds in the house that was not far from here, it is logical to assume that we have already met two. So maybe it's all those former residents from that house.
Ruggie is simultaneously holding her pen in embarrassment and at the same time can't keep her eyes off the phantom.
-The information is definitely not encouraging.
-But now the odds are even thanks to one herbivore.
-Just aim at the head and be careful with the walls of the mine! -Yuu snorts, seeing how the Phantom is even more angry from the students' attacks.
After the fight.
Floyd is looking at the pen and trying to understand something.
-Hey, hey. Shrimpyyy. How did you get our magic pens? They were all taken away before the camp.
Yuu collecting pens back so that the boys would not be punished for cheating and they did not get from the teachers and the director.
-I borrowed some from Vargas for a while, it's just crazy to leave you without magic pens. And I don't want to deal with another overblott…..Floyd, give me the pen back, please, I'll hide it. Otherwise Vargas will scold you for a long time.
-Okaaaaaay. It turns out the Shrimpy is a little thief ~
so funny.
-Please don't tell me I'm stealing stuff…
Leona interrupts their conversation
-You just have more brains for safety than Vargas.
After all the pens have been returned to Yuu, she turns away and shoves it back into her "hiding place" in her bra. And then she carefully adjusts her T-shirt so that nothing is visible.
Ace and Deuce keep a deathly silence because they are too tired and exhausted to even think about this awkward situation for them.
Sebek just doesn't know how to even think about this whole absurd situation that he got into. Lilia and Malleus definitely cannot be heard about where his magic pen has been. But at least he was unharmed…
Jack awkwardly clears his throat, scratching the back of his head and clearly wanting to subtly hint something.
-Yuu before returning them back to Vargas….how to say it….
Ruggie immediately interrupts Jack, looking very nervous
-Yuu, please wipe the handles with some means to erase the smell.
Leona snorts and presses her ears to her head
-Because they were so close to you, they smelled right through your scent. Using magic and smelling the herbivore is distracting..
Ruggie is embarrassed, though he doesn't want to show it.
-Frankly speaking, it completely knocks off your concentration.
Yuu looks at them confusedly and at first does not understand why these three behave like on pins and needles….
-Mine….the smell?…. - it suddenly dawns on her what they mean.Her scent. Handles has her smell and guys with their sharp smell and it's embarrassing.
-Oh…um..sorry…Yes, I will..
Floyd laughs contentedly
-But this idea was funny, shrimp! Azul will surely be interested to hear this~
-Please no.
Leona - if at least one living soul finds out where our pens have been, I will personally drop you here and will, you understand everything?
Jack and Ruggie tacitly agree to keep this secret.
#twisted wonderland divus#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuu#twst mc#twisted wonderland x reader#twsited wonderland#twst leona#twst ruggie#twst vargas#I'm trying to slowly get back to the letter..#due to the fact that I'm on the verge of losing my job#it's hard for me to return to the usual format
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What do you think about the whole Institute brotherhood as foils of each other thing ?
Because I feel like Bethesda did set up some interesting stuff with that? The Institute as a paragon of "progress" that destroy any chance of rebuilding society around them ,then the brotherhood as champions of regression who foister environments that allow "new" societies to form.
I think you could make that argument. One clear way in which the two are foils, right, is that both of them are legacy groups descended from pre-war American institutions- U.S Army for the Brotherhood, Ivy-League Academia for the Institute- but there's an underremarked-upon further similarity in that the founding stock of both factions aren't the best and brightest preserved as part of a considered plan, but instead a tiny pocket from each larger body who got reeaaaal fuckin' lucky and let it go to their heads. The Institute got started by a bunch of CIT faculty and students who hid in the basement when the bombs dropped- which’ll net you a higher-than-average engineering/r&d acumen than any other basement, and it would certainly select for the self-importance that crops up in those spaces, along with the MIT-specific funny student prank neurosis, but they are, fundamentally, still just A Bunch Of Guys In A Basement. The state of their complex 200 years later feels like an performative effort to justify to themselves that they really are the best and the brightest, but you find out from the maintenance guy that it’s a patina over old-world systems they have to keep repaired, and you can find elements of the old-world architecture and office complexes that they didn’t have the spare plastic to makeover. (The FEV lab is notably and pointedly in this style- and from this I think you can extrapolate that most of the institutes fun toys are probably pre-war research projects that they picked up and ran with vs something they were soooo uniquely intelligent to think of and produce post war. I do think SOME level of actual thought went into the Institute and how it happened and What It Is Thematically but not enough of that made it into the game in actual spoken words the player hears.)
In conclusion, the secret good fallout 4 that lives in my head would have been much more aggressive about drawing a through line to pre-war academia, and would have also made pre-war academia’s presence in Boston (college town of college towns) much more salient in the environmental storytelling and narrative- making it clear the extent to which the institute is essentially the still-walking zombie of the-pre-war governments research and development division, making their tussle with the Brotherhood closer to a civil war between fragments of the same beast. I have a lot of thoughts about how I’d rework the institute but this is getting long.
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