#why are they shopping for suits? idk they just wanted to. for fun
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My Little Love
Girl's Weekend
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Word count:2.4k
Warning: drinking, guns, fighting, bombing, Just women kicking ass, idk what else....
A/N: I wanted to write something that was Nat, Wanda and Sugar just for fun. This is mostly to show their friendship and it's a pre-Bucky x Sugar one shot. This takes place before the main series!
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It was a rare moment in the compound. Usually there were always a few team members hanging around somewhere, especially on a Thursday night. But as luck would have it you were the only person from the main team to be in. You’d been on your own small mission and came back to find everyone else was out on missions as well. A weekend to yourself sounded nice. You’d been hanging out in your apartment when the door opened to reveal Nat in pajamas. She promptly sat on the couch next to you, taking the wine glass you’d been holding and taking a sip. You grabbed another glass and poured yourself more. The two of you watched tv and talked. A few hours later Wanda shows up and takes her place in an armchair.
For the next few hours the three of you joked, gossiped, did some face masks and drank more wine than you should have. Friday informs you that the rest of the team will be out for the next few days. Nat’s eyes light up when she hears that. No boys for three days, it was wonderful.
“This is the first time that the three of us have been together without the boys around.” Wanda says.
“We hang out, just us, all the time.”
“Yeah but the boys are always around and they end up crashing our plans.”
“Especially Bucky,” Nat teases and wiggles her eyebrows. “I wonder why?”
“We are just friends.” You reply, you can’t help but smile. It was no secret between the three of you that you liked Bucky.
“Anyways, we should take advantage and have a full girls only weekend. We start tomorrow with a spa day.”
“Then we go shopping on Saturday.” Wanda adds.
Nat and Wanda look at you, waiting to see what you would suggest.
“We could get drinks at that bar Sam mentioned.”
“Yes.” Wanda exclaims with a big smile.
“We could do brunch on Sunday and then go get our nails done.”
“That sounds like a great plan.” You grab the wine bottle. “But for tonight we finish this off and have a sleepover.”
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Ringing was pulling you from sleep. Then there was your name being called until you finally opened your eyes. It took a second to orient yourself. You were still in the living room. Wanda had her head on your lap and her legs over the arm rest while Nat rested her head on your shoulder. Her arm was wrapped around your midsection and she even cuddled closer.
“Agent Y/L/N, there is an urgent call from director Fury.”
“Put him through, thank you.” You tell Friday.
“Finally.” You hear Fury’s annoyance.
“Sorry Fury. What’s going on?”
“Are Romanoff and Maximoff with you?” He asks.
“Yes sir.” You nudge both women until they start to stir.
“There is a terrorist group we’ve been tracking for a while now. Intel suggests they are making a move at the U.N. Summit that's being held this weekend in Brazil and you need to leave within the next hour in order to stop them. I’ll send the rest of the information to you so that you can go over it on the jet.”
Both women were up and alert although the three of you were slightly hungover. They started getting up once Fury hung up.
“Meet at the jet in 30.” Nat says.
“But my head is killing me.” Wanda complains.
“Don’t worry I’ll bring the hangover cure for us. Just go get ready.”
“So much for a girl’s weekend.”
“Maybe next time, ladies. See you on the jet.” Nat mutters and walks out followed by Wanda.
You rush to your room to put a go bag together quickly. Then you go to one of your spare rooms where you keep your tactical suit, well stocked first aid kits and weapons. After grabbing what you needed you put on your suit and headed to the jet.
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You were second on the jet. Nat was already in the pilot’s seat, the lights of the screens lighting her face. It was still the middle of the night so hopefully you made it to your destination with enough time. Wanda shows up a few minutes after you do.
“Ok, before we take off I have to give you each the hangover shot. We have to be clear headed on this mission.” You say while looking through your medical kit.
“Please do.” Wanda sticks out her arm while her eyes are still closed. “I also brought coffee.”
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“How did you even come up with this?” Nat asked as she rolled up her sleeve.
“I made a joke about it to Bruce but he took it seriously. We worked on it for weeks.” You give a little shrug. “It works great so you won’t hear me complaining.”
Once you were done Nat went back to the pilot’s chair while you and Wanda strapped in for take off. After the jet was airborne and headed in the right direction Nat joined you at one of the computer stations. You’re typing away before the information Fury had sent pops up over the conference table toward the center of the jet. You both join Wanda and go over everything. The plan has basically been laid out for you by the agent that’s been keeping tabs on the group. Nat makes some changes and adds back up plans of course. Wanda adds her input and you offer your point of view. The three of you work well together. You all have different sets of skills that complement each other and cover the gaps. Naturally Nat takes the lead which is fine by you since she has more experience than you and Wanda put together. By the time you get to Brazil you’re confident everything will work out fine.
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Smoke and debris settled around you. There was a ringing in your ear from the bomb that had gone off. As you coughed you searched the area for the person that had dropped the bag with the bomb.
“Y/N? Answer me.” Wanda sounded desperate as she called your name and then Nat over comms.
“I’m here.” You coughed. “Suspect is on the move.”
“Don’t go after him.”
“I have to, he has another explosive in his possession.” You say between coughing.
“Wanda head north, I’ll meet Y/N.”
You start to run, yelling at the civilians in your way to get out. There was debris all over the lobby of the building you were at but you were a few steps away from the door. Outside Nat’s motorcycle revved and you quickened your step. She was literally right in front of the doors. You didn’t waste any time and hopped on behind her. The motorcycle bounced as Nat drove down the stairs. She swerved through the traffic jam while you communicated with Wanda.
The three of you met up again at a government office building. People were screaming and running out. Some of them had some type of purple dust on their clothes and skin. It was very obviously causing them pain.
“There on the second floor.” Nat pointed up to a row of windows where your targets were walking by.
“If I can get up there I can distract them while you get everyone out. Then we meet and finish this.” You said, looking over at both redheads. They nod in approval. “Ok Wanda, can you get me up there?”
Red magic pulses around her hands and in her eyes. “Of course I can.”
You reach into one of the pockets of your suit and grab a small respirator to place over your face. It automatically activates and covers your nose and mouth. You extend your hand out and pull the door of a car that had crashed nearby. The metal bends at your will until you form it into small orbs.
“Ready?” Wanda asks.
You nod and watch as red magic swirls and lifts you. As you fly toward the window the metal orbs you made shoot forward and break the glass. You land on your feet and immediately start to fight against the group of people causing havoc. Plumes of purple smoke hang heavy in the air. It makes your eyes sting but you push forward.
The metal from the bangles you always wore and the metal from the car door bend to your will. One moment metal is draped over your chest as bullets are shot your way and the next moment little pellets are flying through the air to hit their target.
The harder you fought the more it seemed like people kept coming at you. Still you kept forward, deep into the belly of the building until you got to the center. The atrium of the building had seen better days. Where once was a large sculpture at the center there was now rubble and dust. The stairs that connected the ground floor with the rest of the building had taken a hit, leaving gaps in the stairs. The decorative plants and benches were all destroyed. People were hiding behind whatever they could as the group of terrorists waved around guns and even took a few shots.
On the ground floor, Nat and Wanda were fighting back and trying to help anyone they could. You sent small metal orbs that hovered around you to shield a small group of bystanders from bullets. The action caused the attention to be moved to you. You duck behind the concrete railing as they start to shoot.
“Keep them distracted.” Nat said as she started to form a plan. “If you can get them all on the stairs we can take them out in one fell swoop.”
“I can do that but I’ll need help, Wanda can you get on the stairs behind them?”
“Just say when.” Wanda answers.
You peep over the railing just enough to see below again. The huge sculpture that laid on its side was made up of glass, wood and metal rods. You could work with that but first you concentrate on the guns the group you’re fighting has. The muzzle of the guns closes so that they can’t be used.
“Their guns are useless now. It should give you an advantage.” You say through comms. “Wanda, I want you on those stairs in two minutes. Keep them in place. Nat, get everyone you can out.”
They both confirm and you count down before popping up and running towards the top of the stairs. Some of them try to fire but their guns malfunction and just explode in their hands. Just as that happens Wanda takes her position, distracting the group while you begin to move the metal rods, bending and shaping them to your will until you manage to capture every single person that was part of the terrorist group.
When everything was said and done, you, Nat and Wanda managed to save a lot more people that were hiding within the building. The group that had tried to sabotage the Summit was stopped just in time. With your part of the work done you headed back to the jet.
“You know if we hurry we can still do some of the things we planned.” Wanda says as she buckled herself in.
“And if we do our mission report now we can technically take Monday off.”
“Well what are we waiting for ladies? Let’s get the rest of this girl’s weekend started.” You say as you grab your Avenger designated laptop and start typing away.
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You were laughing at something Wanda said as you made your way to the large living room. As you sat down the men all walked in looking battered, bruised and tired. They dragged their feet and collapsed on the first seat they could. The last person to enter the room was Bucky. He scanned the room until he saw you and the tiredness he had disappeared. You involuntarily smiled when you made eye contact. Bucky made his way toward the empty seat next to you.
“Hey.” You greet him when he plops down next to you.
“Hey, how was your weekend?”
“Nothing special,” you look over at Wanda and Nat who had joined the group. “Just stopped a terrorist group down in Brazil. No biggie.”
Bucky’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, even Steve who had been talking with Clint and Sam about their own mission stops mid sentence and looks your way. Nat starts talking about the mission with you and Wanda jumping in and adding details.
“You should’ve seen Y/N, she took this huge sculpture and used the metal pieces to detain about ten guys. It was very impressive.” Nat says, ending the story.
“Please, I couldn’t have done it without you or Wanda.”
The guys complimented the three of you on your team work. When you look at Bucky he has a soft smile and pride in his eyes directed your way.
“What?” You ask him.
“Nothing. You just always say you’re afraid to use your abilities but you did good. You saved people.” Bucky smiles again. “You should be proud.”
You dip your chin to hide how flustered you feel.
“Anyway, it was good to see you boys but we are just heading out.”
“Where are you going?” Sam sits up and starts to put on his best pouty face in hopes of getting invited.
“Sorry Sammy but it’s a girls weekend.” Wanda informs them and grabs your hand to pull you up with her. “Don’t wait up.”
You start laughing when all of them begin to explain why inviting them would be better. As you head out you look over your shoulder at Bucky who looks like a lost puppy, already missing your presence. Wanda pulls you along though. Nat stays behind and watches you before turning to Bucky. She rolls her eyes and sighs when Bucky gets up and starts walking out of the room. Just as he’s about to walk past her, she speaks up.
“Fine you guys can come. We’ll still go ahead and get enough tables.” She announces and turns to Bucky. “I’ll even make sure you get the seat next to Y/N. But you should make a move soon Barnes. She isn’t going to wait forever.”
Bucky watches her walk away and smiles. All he wanted to do since leaving for this last mission was to come back and see you. Now he’d at least get to hang out with you. He didn’t care that your girl’s weekend was ruined.
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Dnd is going well :)
btw the person whos playing martin has a tumblr now!! go say hi :) @skyland-doodles
bonus cus drawing like this is so fun omg
btw this is Selena! (another player character) shes a fairy and a literal child so jon and martin are basically co parenting her :))) shes also very loud
#they were shopping for suits and martin kept failing his investigation checks to find one that fit jon... thus the crop top happened#why are they shopping for suits? idk they just wanted to. for fun#trying out this new brush setting and it looks like colored pencil.. or like crayons#i kinda love it#martin blackwood#jmart#jonmartin#dnd#jarchivist#jonathan sims#tma#the magnus archives#i should make a tag for them...#my goofy jmart dnd campaign#yeah that works#eggdoodles
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love language
Tara Carpenter x F!Reader
masterlist | over (1) | safety net (3)
Summary: Tara Carpenter loves to play games with you. (inspired by love language by SZA)
Warnings: sexual themes implied, mature language. toxic!tara, jealous!tara.
Note: this was originally going to be a two-parter, but I wanted to keep writing about this dynamic. So I made it into three parts! Sorry for the long wait, I've been deathly ill the last few days, so it's been hard to do anything but sleep :/ but the last part will be posted tomorrow! (idk how i feel abt this but i tried my best lol)
Word Count: 3.7k+
Tara: ‘Last night was fun ;) but had to run!’
At least she had the decency to leave you a text as she left you to wake up in your bed, alone.
Sighing, you sit up; cracks and pops reverberate through the empty room as you stretch your stiff muscles. You run a tired hand on your face and glance at the spot beside you where Tara was just hours ago.
You should have known she would leave.
You weren’t sure if she even bothered to stay after you had passed from exhaustion after the fourth round. Tara rarely stayed over, her sister’s overprotectiveness made the occasion scarce. Coupled with the fact that the smaller girl thought it crossed boundaries to stay the night. So, the only time she had ever slept was when you fucked her senselessly she physically couldn’t make it home.
“Morning!” A loud voice interrupts the quietness in your dorm. “I bought the three of us some coffee. By the way, I didn’t appreciate coming home to you and Tara naked. You do you, but at least send a text – or hang a sock on the door… where’d Tara go?”
“Left…” You flush embarrassed, grabbing the shirt on your headboard to slip on, and stepping off your bed. Shivers run through your bare feet as you step on the cold floor.
“Oh…”
“Yeah… Oh.” You replied bitterly, moving to gather some clothes to start your day; even if it started off on the wrong foot already.
“...How does that make you feel?” She says after a few moments of silence.
“You’re not gonna therapize me right now, Minds.” You laugh, trying to avoid her probing tone. “It’s too early and I’m nearly naked.”
“You’re really gonna stand there and tell me it doesn’t bother you how she’s acting?” She crosses her arms, fed up with you and her childhood friend’s immature antics.
“Why would it bother me?” You say as evenly as you can. “We’re just hooking up.”
She scoffs, “Yeah right, Chad told me what happened at the coffee shop last night.”
You roll your eyes, “Of course, he did.”
“Point is… she’s playing games with you and you say that you’re fine with it because you're just hooking up but I can tell it bothers you, Y/N."
You stand rigid, unmoving and slightly uncomfortable. Talking about your feelings has never been your strong suit, maybe that’s why you fell so easily into this routine with Tara. It was all physical and lust-driven; no words have to be uttered when you two are tangled in each other’s sheets. But maybe, somewhere along the way lines began to blur the longer you got to know the Carpenter. The more your lives began to intertwine the harder it became to separate feelings during sex.
It grows increasingly difficult to ignore that thought, when she acts affectionately toward you around your friends. During movie nights, she’d scare off anyone else who dared to sit beside you; sharing a blanket and linking your fingers underneath. And in the classes you had together, she always made sure to save a seat for you beside her, leaning into you as close as she can.
“I promise… I’m fine. Tara can do whatever she wants.” You maintain eye contact with your roommate; trying to remain unbothered.
“I can’t deal with you two.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m just saying… you two have danced around each other long enough, maybe it's time you really talk to each other. Before someone gets hurt.”
You stay silent thinking over her words.
“Look... I really didn’t want to like you when I first moved here – getting stabbed makes people paranoid, you know.” She chuckles dryly. “But I guess the odds are finally in my favour 'cause I got a roommate I actually like… so figure your shit out because I’d like to keep hanging out together as a group please.”
You chuckle, breaking out of your trance. You send her a lopsided smile, appreciating her words. “I like being your roommate too, Minds.”
“Gross, this is too much for me now… go take a shower, you reek of sex.” She purposefully avoids your eyes, turning to grab her now lukewarm coffee.
You roll your eyes, laughing at Mindy's antics but grab some clothes anyway to start your day.
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“So I just handed in my last assignment, which means it’s officially spring break for me… and everyone’s gonna be out tonight. Wanna come over?” Tara slides into your booth out of nowhere.
You flinch, slightly startled; dropping the pen you were using with a clang. You were currently in the common room on campus attempting to get some studying in before your final exam. “What?”
She rolls her eyes but smiles fondly at you. “I said, everyone’s out for the night. Come over… I miss you.”
Your cheeks flush as your heart darts wildly in your chest at her words. “We were just together last night…”
“Yeah, but I had to leave so soon cause Sam was coming home early.” She pouted, moving closer to you to swing her leg over yours.
You clear your throat, glancing down. “I still have to study for my exam tomorrow.”
“Come over after you study then…” She places a hand on your inner thigh, swiping her thumb on the fabric of your pants.
“Tara…” You were trying your hardest to gather some sort of self-control but it was becoming increasingly difficult when she started leaving light kisses on your shoulder. “Tara there are other people around.”
You were lucky you had chosen a booth that was tucked in the corner of the room, facing away from possible wandering eyes. Even still, this was definitely not the time nor the place, no matter how much you wanted to give in.
“Don’t care…” Her kisses on your clothed shoulder move upward toward your neck. You grab at her waist, trying to push her back. “Tara, seriously.”
She simply wraps her free arm around your shoulder, moving closer to you. “I’ll only stop if you promise to come over…”
You feel her bite down on the bruise you tried to cover up with your hoodie; you wince. “Ow… okay, okay. I’ll come over, now stop before someone reports us for public indecency.”
She rolls her eyes, but smirks smugly, unwrapping herself from you. You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t immediately feel cold from the lack of contact. “You’re no fun… but I’ll see you tonight.”
The Carpenter doesn’t say anything else. Just slides out of the booth, gathers her things and walks away from you.
You drop your head against the headrest of the booth, heaving out a heavy sigh. You feel like the most pathetic person in the world for giving in so easily, especially since Mindy’s words kept ringing in your ears all morning.
Later that night, you found yourself standing in front of the Carpenter’s apartment, contemplating if it wasn’t too late to turn around and run away. This is a bad idea and you knew it. You should have padlocked yourself in your dorm and not left until the weekend was over. But Mindy had convinced you this was the best chance for you to finally talk to Tara.
So here you were rooted dumbly in front of her door. Unable to bring yourself to knock.
The door opening makes the decision for you. “I heard you stomping down the hall, were you not gonna to knock?”
She has a smirk planted across her lips as she leans against the doorframe.
“Uh… I was just about to...”
You see her brow raise in amusement but doesn’t question your awkwardness; electing to pull you into her apartment with a tug on your wrist. “Come on… I have a movie on and popcorn waiting for us.”
You allow her to lead you through the apartment and then to the couch, pushing you to sit down. Upon sitting, you take a moment to scan the living room; taking note of the one light coming from the kitchen, casting darkness to the rest of the room. She has candles lit up on the coffee table across from you, with bowls of an assortment of snacks.
This suddenly felt more… intimate. You felt a pang of guilt for thinking she had only invited you over as a booty call.
“Um… what is this?” You ask dumbly.
“What’s it look like? Movie night.” She chuckles before plopping down beside you and draping a blanket over your legs. You feel her move closer, pressing your thighs together.
The two of you haven’t had a movie night since before you had fallen into this friends-with-benefits situation. They were actually the reason how you and Tara became closer in the early stages of your friendship.
Two months ago, she had invited you over for a movie night under the guise of simply being bored, but when she had opened the door you saw the slight redness in her irises and the tear-stained marks on her cheeks. You said nothing and just allowed her to pull you inside. In your attempts to cheer her up, you may have made a trip to the liquor store around the corner and drank away your sorrows with the Carpenter. That was the first night you and Tara had ever slept together.
“Oh… I just thought–never mind. Movie night sounds nice.” You smile, appreciating her efforts. Maybe that talk can wait another time. You didn’t want to ruin the night when she was clearly trying.
“Good.” She returns your grin, settling in to lean against you as she entangles your legs. “No talking this is my favourite part.”
“The movie just started.”
“Hush.”
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Thirty minutes must have passed when you felt a hand run up and down your thigh. Your eyes snap away from the TV, looking down atop Tara’s head as she leans on your chest. You couldn’t see her face from this angle but you can tell she was enjoying how you tensed in her touch.
You ignore the movements, turning back to face the screen. But Tara doesn’t seem satisfied as she tilts her head up. The feeling of her soft lips brushing against your neck makes you stiffen even more in her hold. And like earlier, she begins to leave a litter of light pecks on your still-bruised neck.
“Tara…”
She hums, scooting up to reach your jaw. Her fingers tickle your sides as she slips her fingers under your shirt to grab your waist, shuffling to sit on your lap. Tara kisses that spot just under your ear that always makes you cave – marking you. She has you now and she knew it.
A part of you wants to bang your head against the wall because of course this movie night would eventually lead to sex. It always leads to sex with Tara. It was like a vicious cycle you couldn’t get off of. But the way she touches you feels so heavenly that you couldn’t even think clearly enough to stop her.
“Take this off…” She mutters, bunching up your shirt in a fist as she pushes it up. You pull back to obey her request, hastily yanking the fabric off your head and connecting your mouths in a harsh kiss. You slip your hand under her shirt, tracing your fingers dangerously close to the waistband of her shorts. She whines under the cold touch.
“No teasing…” She whispers before grabbing at your cheeks to pull you impossibly closer; the feeling of her tongue brushing against yours feels sinful.
You wrap an arm around her waist, ready to flip her on her back and take her on this couch when suddenly a frantic knock startles you both.
“What the fuck?” Tara mutters, pulling away from you but keeping a firm grip on your shoulders. She was panting heavily, lips already beginning to bruise.
“I thought you said everyone was out for the night?” You heave, also trying to catch your breath.
“They were…” She mutters, sliding off your lap to toss you your shirt. You slip it over your head swiftly, following the smaller girl as she walks to the door.
She takes a look through the peephole and the scowl on her face was an indication that she was less than pleased. Then she moves to unlock the numerous amounts of locks on her door, yanking it open.
The twins, Anika and Ethan stood on the other side of the door.
“What are you guys doing here?” Tara says unamused, crossing her arms over her chest. You move to stand behind her, connecting eyes with your roommate.
“Mindy said it’s movie night, so we came over,” Chad answers from behind his twin, holding up a plastic bag with a large smile on his face. “Don’t worry, we brought snacks!”
You send your roommate a glare, grateful Tara had her back to you. Slightly irritated because Mindy had been the one insisting you go see Tara.
Tara sighs, dropping her crossed arms. She glances at you for a brief moment, before opening the door wider to let the others in.
“I’m gonna make some more popcorn…” The Carpenter mutters, leaving the room.
You immediately corner Mindy. “What the hell, man? You told me to talk to her, what are you doing here?”
She raises an unimpressed brow, pointing at your neck. “Did she leave that hickey on your neck when you guys were talking too?”
You slap a hand on the spot she’s pointing at, attempting to hide it. “Shut up… I was going to talk to her later.”
“No, you weren’t.” She whispers, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “You two were going to have sex and ignore the talking part… like you always do.”
You cross your arms, scowling, “So you gathered the entire village to cockblock me instead?”
“Yes.” She responds unapologetically. You stare at your roommate for a few seconds. Eventually, you groan lowly, knowing she’s right. You were about to give in to Tara and until you two have talked about what this is, that probably wasn’t the best idea.
Ultimately, that chance to talk with Tara never came as the friend group all settled back in the living room to watch a plethora of movies for the rest of the evening. And when Sam came home, everyone knew to call it a night.
Maybe you dodged a bullet by not confronting Tara tonight. Not quite sure what you even wanted to say to her, yet.
Hey Tara, remember when we agreed to just be friends with benefits? Yeah well I caught feelings... actually I may be in love with you. And it hurts when you run off with other people. Ha. Sorry.
She would run away from you. Tara was like a deer, you needed to be cautious upon approach. But even then, it was getting increasingly difficult to just remain friends with her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Tara leans against the doorframe; watching as you slip on your jacket to leave.
“I have my exam in the morning, but maybe after.” You stand unmoving for a few moments, wanting nothing more than to leave a kiss on her cheek but her sister was standing right there, watching the two of you with an observant gaze. So instead, you squeeze her shoulder, send her a tight-lipped smile and catch up with the rest of the group down the hall.
You missed Tara’s disappointed frown.
●●●
“What’s wrong with you?” Anika asks over the loud music.
Since it was officially spring break for everyone; students who decided to stay on campus have been throwing parties non-stop. And currently, that's where Tara found herself; huddled on a couch on a Thursday night beside Anika and Mindy, sipping on a red-solo cup as she watches people drunkenly dance around the room.
“What? There’s wrong with me.” She glances at her friend, confused.
“You’ve been staring holes at the front door for the last ten minutes.” Mindy counters, peering over her girlfriend to look at her childhood friend.
“You can just say you’re waiting for Y/N.” Anika teases, bumping her shoulder. "We all know."
Tara rolls her eyes, “I’m not waiting for anyone.”
The Carpenter hears a scoff, “You didn’t even wanna go to this party until you heard she might be coming.”
You’ve been…distant with her lately.
Giving half-excuses as to why you can’t hang out, cancelling last minute on group activities or taking hours to respond through texts.
She hasn’t seen you since your friends crashed movie night and that was already a few days ago. You never did meet up with her the next day, and since then you’ve made yourself scarce; not hanging out with the friend group, always seemingly busy.
She had confronted Chad on your whereabouts, she figured he would know where you have been spending your time, given your… close friendship with the boy. But Chad had merely said you were helping your uncle with his shop uptown during the break, hence why you haven’t been around.
Tara was hoping she can get a chance to be alone with you tonight and ask why you have been so closed off with her when she caught wind that Chad might be dragging you to the party.
“Shut up.” She mutters, sipping on the cheap alcohol. “She’s been acting weird lately, I just want answers.”
The two girls nodded, unconvinced. For the amount of times, you two say you’re just ‘hooking up’ Tara sure played the part of the concerned girlfriend perfectly.
Eventually, Tara’s wandering eyes snap to the door, catching a glimpse of the top of your head as push past the crowd with Chad and Ethan trailing behind you. You seem tense, looking like you’d rather be anywhere else than here.
Before she can even think about it, she’s standing, about to stomp over to you but a hand on her wrist stops her.
“What?” She glances over at Mindy.
“At least, let Y/N grab a drink before you ambush her.” She reasons, glancing over at you from across the room.
Tara turns to find you, Chad and Ethan greeting a group of people, smiling and laughing. The group eventually trickles over to the kitchen, no doubt grabbing some drinks.
“Fine…” She mutters, sitting back down in her spot as you disappear from her sight.
Tara waits for you to come out of the kitchen for the next ten minutes; patience thinning by the second. This was ridiculous, you were literally another room away. Why is she waiting for you to come back?
As the smaller girl's eyes remain unmoving from the kitchen door, she eventually sees you walking out with an unfamiliar girl beside you. You were smiling, clearly entertained by the conversation. Tara feels an uncomfortable pang in her chest at your undivided attention towards the girl.
The Carpenter can’t help her moving legs as she stands, abandoning her cup on a random table; stalking toward you with an unrelenting gaze. Before you can even step into the living room, Tara is dragging you upstairs by the wrist; leaving the girl you were conversing with confused.
“What the hell— Tara!” You stumble behind her, desperately trying not to trip on the steps as she tugs you along with an unabated grip.
She pushes you through a random door, slamming it shut behind her. Tara crosses her arms just glaring at you.
“What’d you do that for?” You huff, feeling slightly irritated.
She raises a brow at your tone, “Wanna tell me why you’ve been distant with me lately?”
You stand straighter, “I’m not… I’ve just been busy.”
Tara chuckles dryly, “Busy enough to ignore my texts?"
You didn't answer and the scoff Tara lets out tells you it was the wrong choice to make.
"You didn't seem busy enough when you were entertaining that girl downstairs.” Tara couldn't stop the words from leaving her mouth, fed up with the silence.
She sees a flash of irritation in your eyes as you cross your arms, defensive. “Are you serious? Why do you even care? You’re not my girlfriend.”
Tara’s brows raise in surprise. For a brief moment, you regretted your words as she looked slightly hurt before her face drops impassively. “I didn’t know it was a crime to be worried about your friends.”
You scoff, “Yeah friends…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” She stares at you, not believing that for a minute.
“What is going on with you?” Tara steps forward, but you take a step back. This time, the Carpenter can’t hide the frown on her lips.
“I think we should stop this…us.” You gesture between you two.
“What?” Tara's forehead creases in confusion, unsure if she heard you correctly.
“I can’t do it anymore.” You mutter, eyes trained to your shoes; unable to look her in the eyes.
“Why?” She takes a step forward, reaching for your arm but you yank back.
“Cause I caught feelings!” You shout making Tara flinch; the repressed feelings you've been hopelessly trying to bury come hurling out; unable to keep them at bay. You knew this situation would only end in heartbreak the longer it continued. So you made the decision to break your heart first before she got the chance to. “I can’t do the games anymore… I-I'm tired, Tara. I think we should stop.”
“I–I…” Tara stutters, taken aback by your confession. "Y/N... we agreed we're just hooking up."
You laugh solemnly, roughly rubbing your eyes. Was it possible to feel your own heartbreak? That's really all she had to say? "Yeah... well too late for that."
"Y/N..."
“You don’t have to say anything else. You made your feelings clear. But I caught feelings, okay? I know it wasn’t part of the plan, but it just happened. So I’m sorry, but I just need some space at the moment.”
Without waiting for a response, you brush past the smaller girl, slamming the door behind you.
Tara stands rooted in her spot, unable to move as you leave her to process what you just said.
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Hi, may I request headcanons for Connor, Nines and Ralph (separately)? How would they react if reader took them to buy clothes for themselves for the first time?
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Authors note: This is so stinkin cuteee
Characters: Connor, Nines, and Ralph
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : Ralph is a little insecure about his scar lol, very fluffy
🪙 Connor 🪙
-He would be so grateful for you to buy him clothes
-He doesn’t wanna walk around in that Cyberlife uniform all the time lol
-Even though he’s Deviant he’s still not used to doing things for himself a lot
-So when he hears that he gets to pick out his own clothes
-He just awkwardly sifts through the clothes at the store
-You find it pretty cute how he has no idea what he’s even looking for poor boy
-Eventually he asks you for help and you both get swept into a shopping spree
-If you asked him to, he’d definitely give you a little fashion show as he tries on clothes
-He may or may not get addicted to shopping with you
-I also feel like once he gets a sense of what kind of clothes he wants
-He’ll pick out so. many. suits.
-And of course many ties to match
-Idk why but yeah he just loves lookin dapper
-Although he would be very considerate of your budget and would try not to buy too many things
-Just keep a close eye on him tho
-Bc he will get lost in the store (poor boy gets too curious)
💙 Nines 💙
-He is so confused on why you want to buy him clothes
-He’s all like: “But I already have clothes.”
-And you gotta convince him that one suit just isn’t enough
-Literally takes forever to convince him to let you buy him some clothes
-And he’s even more confused-for some reason- that he has to go with you to buy them
-If you could give a question mark a face, it’d be the face that Nines is making
-He just didn’t think he would actually be picking out the clothes himself
-So you make it a goal for him to start making decisions for himself
-When you both get to mall, a little like Connor, he has no clue on where to start picking out clothes
-So you both take a while to first discuss what kind of clothes he wants
-And then you finally start picking out clothes
-I feel like Nines would def get a bunch of suits too
-But not like Connor, Connor at least knows he can’t have just suits
-But no, Nines wants ONLY SUITS
-Takes more time to explain how he can’t just have suits
-Literally took almost the whole day to just buy him clothes
-But it was worth it because he was grateful for it in the end
🌿 Ralph 🌿
-He’s ecstatic about getting new clothes!!
-He wants to look more presentable and is beyond grateful you would offer to buy him clothes
-Like I’m pretty sure the amount of time he said “thank you” that day
-Was the amount of times someone says “thank you” in a lifetime
-Buuut he gets a little hesitant when you ask him to come with you to buy his clothes
-He hatesss the idea of going out in public
-Especially with his scar, he’s super insecure about it
-So tons of reassuring later, you and Ralph are in the store picking out his clothes
-The entire time he’s practically glued to your side
-Like literally. He has not let go of your hand the moment you both let the house
-But it’s not as bad as he first thought
-He actually starts having fun picking out his clothes and trying them on
-Definitely a flustered mess when you compliment the clothes he tries on
-He’s confused but happy that no one has said anything about his scar
-Totally not having to do with you giving anyone The Death Stare™️ if they even breath at Ralph the wrong way
-Over all it was a very fun experience for the both of you
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heyy, i’m here requesting being loyal to my word lol, i have this little idea where adam is stalking/taking pics reader for a job and actually gets like obsessed ?? with them and tries to awkwardly make a move lmao, and obviously this happens before the bathroom events, idk if this idea sucks i just miss my pookie💔
Aldis- A.S x gn! reader
I love this idea so much and writing it was so fun!! Thank you so much for sending it in, writing for Adam is definitely a blast lol
Fic type- this is fluffy!!
Warnings- shitty bosses are implied, and the prices that are mentioned are inaccurate (I looked up aldi grocery prices and then adjusted for inflation by like, a dollar or two lol), stalk-ish behavior is mentioned (adam talks about trailing you going to and from work), cigarettes and smoking are mentioned a few times and Adam might be a little ooc
It started off as a job. Adam found himself hired by your employer to see what it was, exactly, that you did on the way to work and from it. Adam didn't want to know why your boss had wanted to know that of you and the money was good enough to not question it, so he went along with the words of your boss because the money, in the end, helped him pay rent on the shitty apartment he called home.
It started, apparently, because you'd come late to work a couple of mornings in a row with a variety of different excuses--the rain on a day of downpour, your car had broken down, your car was in the shop, your alarms weren't working--but Adam didn't bother to question that, either. He got his camera, he trailed you, he developed the photos and took them to your boss in exchange for cash that could be either devoted to making the rent or buying cigarettes.
Eventually, what was originally just a job became something a bit more for him. He caught himself genuinely caring about you, trailing you not because your boss asked but to make sure you got home without issue.
Care became infatuation, and infatuation got Adam Stanheight where he was--standing inside an Aldi Supermarket at six in the evening on a crisp day in late summer-early fall, having pretended to bump into you in the candle section, of all places, while he shopped Aldi for the deals that he could get on groceries as he needed them anyway.
"Shit!" Adam cursed, catching the candle you held before it could hit the ground on the basis of nothing but luck. "I am so sorry--I barely know my way around this area. I don't typically come down here, but the shop near my apartment is closed for renovations and I needed to grab groceries." Not entirely a lie--you lived in a different spot in New Jersey than he had, but only twenty minutes in a car, and the shop near his apartment where he could've grabbed groceries was closed, so it was Aldis and their bargain deals on any and everything both out of necessity and his minds desire to make a move.
"Oh, no worries!" You laughed. "Seriously--I don't know my way around here either, I typically shop somewhere else, but stuff has happened at work so I gotta do what I gotta do."
Adam had stopped taking photos of you only two days before, having been let go from the job after 'complications' according to your boss.
Adam was trying to flirt, but the flirting part of getting someone to give you their number was not quite his strong suit.
"So," you said. "There must've been another shop in your area. What brings you here?"
"You know that it's impossible to pass on ground beef at 99 cents a pound," Adam said, laughing. "Or a dozen eggs for $1.35, or milk for the low low price of $1.86--it's a rough economy and I am doing my best."
You laughed, and Adams heart gave a funny little flip. "$200 gets you a fuck ton more here than it does anywhere else. I've got candle money, which is nice to have again."
"Are things at work all right?" Adam asked, a feeble attempt at flirting that probably came off a bit too invasive. "Shit--there I go. Asking the way too personal questions. You don't have to answer that, we barely know each other and I don't mean to be invasive."
"My boss has cut my hours in half, is all," you said, shrugging. "I'll be looking for a new job next week, do you know anybody?"
"Nobody reputable," Adam said. "Not that I work with people who aren't, but--"
"What do you do, and what's your name? I'd like to put a name to a handsome face."
"My name is Adam Stanheight," he said. "I take photos."
"Subject matter?"
"PI stuff," Adam said. "I am a glorified snitch, basically, but the money is good."
"Well, glorified snitch," you said. "My name is Y/N and I work in marketing. You ever wanna make a career switch, give me a call."
You passed him your number, and Adam found himself in awe just a bit. He'd fumbled his way through flirting with you like it was the act of trying to share a cigarette and he was a first-time smoker, and you'd flirted like it was nothing.
"What if I don't want to make a career switch?"
"Call me anyway," you said. "We can shop at Aldis together and I can tell you all about the woes of my life in the frozen fruit aisle."
You walked away thereafter, and Adam was left to stand, his cart to his left, in awe.
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How we got into inchident p.7
pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: SMUT, rough harsh sex, angst, dom charles, fighting words: 4K note: oh well, idk what happened to me with the ending, but enjoy, charles is very dominating, protective and doesn't take a No as an answer
I was very scared of this day. I didn't like this circuit. So many bad stuff happened there and I don't trust the guys there who take care of this place. Haha take care.. Like per ejemplo what happened last season to Pierre here. It was soo dangerous. And I was really afraid of Charles. He was looking at me sadly all day because he felt that I am nervous. I kissed him right before he went racing. The weather was good, but still. It can change in any minute.
Ferrari aren't the strongest now so nothing spectacular for Charles as well. 5th place for him. There is obviously celebration for the top three guys, and I am happy for them. I'm glad that nothing happened to anyone. In the evening is clubbing, just typical celebration stuff. Charles told me we should go, especially me, to let myself loose a little bit and have fun. ‘’I'm just glad you came back home. And Arthur as well.’’ I said with a sad tone. Charles just exhaled and cupped my face. ‘’Y/N, everything is fine.’’ I slightly nodded. ‘’Why do you worry so much anyway. It's not like...someone died to you here.’’ I just looked up. To him. In the eyes. Thinking that he is just having the weakest moment right now for saying such a thing. I was hurt. He knew what he did, because he slowly started to title his head wanting to add something but I snapped his hands off my face. ‘’Cherie, I didn't mean it like that.’’ ‘’You meant it exactly how you said it.’’ I said sharply. I turned around and walked away from him. When I got to our room, I just packed the little things I've had and went to rent for myself another room for the last night here in Japan. On my way out I met Charles, obviously he was clever enough to know what my next move would be. He was standing between the doors. I just waited in front of him for some time. Not looking at him at all. And when he wanted to say something again, I just pushed him off the door frame and went down to the elevator. ‘’Y/N, please don't do this. Stop baby.’’ I just chuckled by that comment. The doors to the elevator opened and I touched the button to reception. Still by not looking at the sight of him.
When I was unpacking I noticed the reflection of the necklace I'm wearing around my neck when I passed the mirror in the room. It doesn't feel right to wear it now with how he disrespected me. So I inhaled deeply and sharply, and took it off. When I was looking at my clothes, I came up with a thought that perhaps I could go shopping. Looking for something nice to wear tonight. It's not like I talk to only Charles there. I have my friends as well. In the paddock, few girls from Mercedes as well. I'm gonna be with them. We have already agreed where to meet. For my outfit I chose emerald green straps dress with bare back to mid thigh length.
‘’Giirlll, you look gorgeous.’’ ‘’Thanks Patricia. This color suits you as well! Where are others?’’ ‘’They are already inside. It occurred to them that it would be good to find free seats before the place fills up.’’ ‘’Oh yes, clever minds haha.’’ I was chatting to Patricia and laughing effortlessly while going in. The evening was getting nice. Not seeing Charles or Carlos, so my attention was full on my friends around me. We drank a little bit. And danced. But then, DJ switched and they've put some real bangers on. So I got up, slightly overdosed by the alcohol and went for dancing. I was losing focus of my surrounding and felt hands on my hips. ‘’Enjoying yourself?’’ ‘’Ugh, fuck off.’’ ‘’Oh no, don't talk to me like that.’’ ‘’Ricciardo for real, get your hands off of me.’’ He pushed me more onto his body and swayed to the beat with me. I was getting desperate. So I started screaming. ‘’Hey, fuck off mate.’’ ‘’Who do you call mate?’’ Daniel pushed me off of him and now was focusing on this random guy that approached. I don't know what has gotten into me but oh well. ‘’Hey Daniel!’’ He turned to me. And I punched him. Real hard. It hurt like hell but the response from him was worth the pain. ‘’Touch me again and I will bite your balls off.’’ I said, turning around and going anywhere but here. ‘’Hey!’’ I turned around. It was this man who kinda saved me. ‘’Hi.’’ I said. I wasn't really in my best mood right now. ‘’That was nice! What a prick. You know him?’’ ‘’Yeah. I work at F1, in paddocks you know. And so he is F1 racing driver, so. It makes sense now for you.’’ ‘’I see.’’ I slowly started to turn around but then he spoke again. ‘’You know. I'd like to know you more. You are cool. With what you've put up on earlier. But I get it, If you're afraid.’’ I turned around quickly. ‘’Afraid?’’ I asked amused. ‘’You know-’’ he was scratching his neck. ‘’With what happened, I totally get it you wouldn't trust a complete stranger.’’ ‘’Well, you basically helped me with the situation, so I don't think you're some creep.’’ He just chuckled. ‘’I'd love to go actually, just don't mind my mood for the next few minutes.’’ I laughed.
He was actually nice, and good looking. So I got back with him. To the bar. We chatted for a little bit. It was very pleasant. But then I saw someone familiar in my sight. It was Daniel. Again. But he looked horrible. SO much blood on his face, looking like he was fighting with someone. The guy with whom I've been with recognized I'm looking somewhere else for a longer time now, so he turned around as well. ‘’Holy fuck, what happened to him.’’ ‘’I don't know. Perhaps he was harassing another woman and finally someone put him in the place.’’ ‘’That someone gotta be me.’’ And there he was. He was standing behind me. ‘’Thanks for keeping my girlfriend a company while I was dealing with that prick.’’ The guy was shocked. And me as well. ‘’I'm not your fucking girlfriend.’’ Oh well, I was swearing. Perfect. The alcohol is the worst when being mad at someone. The other guy put his hands in the air like a sign he is giving up and said goodbye to me with his eyes widened. But then I saw it as well. Charles's hands were covered in blood. Hair scattered as if did some intense workout. He looked kinda intimidating as well. Not to me though. So I just got back to my drink. ‘’You're not wearing my color.’’ ‘’Hmm’’ ‘’And not even my necklace I gave you.’’ ‘’Yes Charles, and I'm not even surprised.’’ I said to him, looking in the eyes and just started to walk away. He grabbed me by my arm and stopped me. ‘’You're not walking away from me.’’ he hissed at me. I looked at him and saw flames shooting out of his eyes. I actually got scared. Not that he would hurt me. But to not test his limits. But anyway, I remembered what happened and oh well. ‘’Yeah, I guess I'm gonna disrespect you the same way as you did me.’’ ‘’Cherie, you didn't even let me talk. I know it sounded horrible.’’ ‘’I don't care. It hurt me enough already, so goodbye.’’ I wanted to push past him, but he pushed me back. ‘’Fucking stop it, you act exactly like Daniel! I'm not a toy to be pushed around!’’ I yelled at him. The look in his eyes became softer. ‘’You are my girlfriend Y/N.’’ ‘’The f I'm not. You've never asked me.’’ ‘’What the actual???? It is OBVIOUS when I start to sleep with you I'm dating you as well.’’ ‘’No??, it's not that obvious.’’ ‘’WHAT the actual -………….you wanna tell me you slept with some other guys then??’’ ‘’What???’’ ‘’Fucking tell me Y/N and I'm gonna go and smack their faces with my rings.’’ ‘’Jesus Christ stop this nonsense.’’ ‘’Nonsense??? Do you think it's a nonsense for me????? For you to fuck around with others?’’ ‘’Yes it is a fucking nonsense and you should know better by the way you made a nonsense of my care and love for you!’’ I yelled at him back and there was a moment of silence. ‘’I said, I'm very sorry. I was unhappy with how sad you were. I thought it is my fault. And I was just so mad at myself at some point that it ended up me being mean to you. Actually not even mean but heartless. I said something very disgusting but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.’’ ‘’You should have validated my feelings like normal people do. I genuinely liked you and your brother. And I was actually afraid for everyone. But especially for you since the...’’ I stopped. And then continued. ‘’You think I've never experienced loss? Why did you had to put it in a position for us to compare who've experienced a bigger loss. You think I cannot understand it at my level of empathy and intellect?? You think I don't have anything to compare it to??’’ I said to him with teary eyes. He then spoke to me softly. ‘’I know mon amour. I'm so mad at myself for behaving like a prick. I highly despise myself for that. And you're right. I should have never let the comparison go between us.’’ I just inhaled and exhaled. Standing there. ‘’Come with me back to our room mon amour.’’ I shake my head. ‘’No. It's nice I guess that we talked it through but I don't feel comfortable with you.’’ He looked at me sad, kinda with a disbelief as well. Slowly letting me go. ‘’Ok, I'm not gonna force you.’’ He let me go completely. I turned around and walked away.
I was standing outside after calling a cab. ‘’Wait!’’ I turned around just to see him again. He ran to me. I was standing in the cold with my arms around my body. ‘’Here, take my jacket.’’ I exhaled a little bit deciding if I should or should not. Then I just nodded and put it over my shoulders. When I had the courage to look at him, he was smiling a little bit. I smiled a little bit as well. Ah, this fucker. What is he doing. Then he came closer and kissed me. It was fast. I didn't even have a chance to react. All of a sudden I was pushed back, I fell on the seats in a taxi and Charles told the taxi driver the address. He clipped me and I finally had the space to look at him. ‘’What the fuck Charles.’’ ‘’Stop swearing or I'm gonna make you regret it.’’ My eyebrows went immediately higher at his boldness. At the same time he put his hand on my thigh. I just exhaled, knowing that right now there is nothing else to do. ‘’What happened to Daniel.’’ He returned the gaze to me. ‘’Well. I was watching you, obviously. The whole night. It was horrible to see you there. Not beside me. Not wearing my dress which I bought you and then seeing you're not even wearing my necklace- you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’What? I don't.’’ ‘’Do you wanna know what happened to him or not?’’ He asked me roughly. Damn he is really pissed tonight. I just nodded, being silent for this time. ‘’When I saw Daniel again, I was so ready to go down, but then it all happened very quickly and everyone from my crew saw how you punched him. I was very proud of you in that moment. But I knew I have to do something about this. If you don't want me to be by your side, then all that's left is to take care of things behind your back and try to protect you like that. So I followed Daniel. And paid him a lesson.’’ I just nodded silently. Not actually having the capacity to talk about it more.
‘’Have you slept with anyone?’’ I turned my head around to meet his gaze. He suddenly looked like a lost puppy. ‘’No.’’ He turned his gaze back to the front. ‘’That's good.-’’ and squeezed my thigh more. ‘’-But seriously though, you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’I DO NOT.’’ I snapped back. ‘’You do. You thought we're not dating.’’ ‘’Well you didn't ask me properly. ‘’But I've told you properly. Right after I ate you out.’’ The taxi driver just gulped. ‘’Jesus Christ Charles, don't say it that loud.’’ ‘’Stop bossing me around.’’ ‘’I'm not but clearly the taxi driver is uncomfortable by this.’’ ‘’Well I think that he had worse passengers. So I don't care.’’ A little bit of silence between us. ‘’Anyway, no.’’ ‘’What No?’’ he looked at me. ‘’Y/N, you really thought that I'm taking you to this gala like what- my escort??? Like no I'm not gonna even try to acknowledge that. I don't even wanna believe it.’’ ‘’No, not like an escort.But-’’ ‘’But what?? Like a good fuck?’’ I looked away. ‘’Jesus Y/N, smetilla stop it. Everyone in the crew knows how serious I am about you yet you are clearly the only one who doesn't get it.’’ ‘’Don't be mean to me.’’ I said to him and wanted to cry. Because he was right. What was I thinking we doing?? ‘’Mon amour, you're crying?’’ ‘’No.’’ I sobbed. ‘’Tell me.’’ I turned around again. ‘’You're right. I don't know what I was thinking!’’ Charles pinned my skin on my left arm and then was rubbing it. ‘’C'mon Cherie. Tell me what it was really about?’’ I looked into his eyes. ‘’I don't know.’’ I looked away. ‘’I guess, when I am in a relationship, I have high expectations and standards you know. And I liked us way to much for it to end. Because you cannot make me happy and meet my needs.’’ ‘’Y/N, have I ever made you feel that way?’’ he sighed. ‘’Well, you left me at the gala.’’ ‘’I know, but I know better now. Trust me, I had to greet those people.’’ ‘’But that is what I'm talking about. I don't want to be put in a position where there is something between us.’’ He exhaled. ‘’I know mon amour. I know better. I get it. It was an experience to learn from. And I take it as a lesson learnt.’’ ‘’Yeah, I just hope- that I'm still gonna be happy with this lessons and the amount of them.’’ ‘’Soooo, you're telling me you don't trust me?’’ ‘’I'm telling you I'm afraid. It has nothing to do with you.’’ ‘’Don't be afraid. I am the perfect man for you. To take care of you. But I'm still a human. And sometimes I do something dumb.’’ ‘’I know. I do it as well. I just..- As I said. High standards.’’ He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on my temple.
When we arrived to the hotel, he grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. Automatically pressing the button to his floor. I just sighed from this whole situation. It was so immature. The door opened and we went straight to his room. ‘’Your key.’’ ‘’What?’’ ‘’Give me your key to your room.’’ I just stayed quiet for some time. ‘’Don't-let me-say it-again.’’ He told me with this intense gaze, burning me with his stare, looking at me under his eyelashes. I just nodded and gulped. Handing him my key. ‘’Stay there, till I get back.’’ The door shut after him and I stood there like a pussy not knowing what to do. So I chose to take a look around, even though I slept in this room the night before. The the doors opened and Charles had every thing of mine with him and put it on the couch. The he returned to me. ‘’Take the dress off.’’ I got surprised. ‘’What?’’ ‘’I SAID TAKE IT OFF!’’ I jumped on the place a little bit. Startled by his behavior. I sobbed a little and took my straps off my shoulders. The rest of the dress fell down. The he walked to me. ‘’Now I'm gonna put this thing that belongs to you right back on your neck. And you will leave it there. I promise I will prepare some nice date for us, so we can make it official for you, alright?’’ I just nodded, still looking down. ‘’Now, Y/N, I'm gonna clean you. Hop in the shower. I'm gonna be there in a minute.’’ So I did as he said. Not really thinking it through about what I'm doing, if it is right to be treated like this. I just wasn't thinking, not being conscious of that.
Immediately I've had Charles behind my back, naked and hard. I shivered a little bit at his touch. ‘’I'm sorry Mon Ange, but it is really not my fault that you turn me on. Your body is so perfect. Like it is made for me.’’ I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut. He let the water fall on our bodies. It was very cold at first, so I backed off immediately into his back. Feeling him even more. He just chuckled. Cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned the right second he did that. Hovering his head over my left shoulder, watching how he is playing with me. ‘’You're so perfect Cherie.’’ I closed my eyes and bit my lip. The he grabbed my arm and sprung me around. I shot him a surprised look with my eyes wide open. ‘’Close your mouth or I'm gonna put my dick inside.’’ I shut my mouth. Then he grabbed some of his stuff to clean me. Rubbing my body gently. I got lost into his touch. And after some time I've heard. ‘’You're so wet already mon amour. You have yourself all of your thighs.’’ I opened my eyes and I felt embarrassed. He smirked at me. Focusing now on my hair.
After the shower he used air dryer on my hair. Then we got back to our room. I stood there in the middle of the room, watching him what he's doing. He went to his suitcase and searched for something. Then he took it out. A belt. I gulped. ‘’Don't look so surprised mon amour. I've told you I'm gonna punish you.’’ ‘’For what?!’’ I asked scarily. Seeing him how he is walking towards me. ‘’For you comparing yourself to other women, do you remember? Right after I ate you out. Then for not wearing that dress I bought you and not wearing that necklace. And on top of that, you thinking we're not dating.’’ I think I stopped breathing. ‘’So now-’’ he sat back on the bed. ‘’Come here, to your papa.’’ I gulped again, and walked slowly towards him. ‘’Can you count in french?’’ I looked into his eyes abruptly, feeling how teary they are getting and nodding at the same time. ‘’Good, baby girl.’’ He smirked and tapped on his legs. I positioned myself on him and waited. ‘’Actually I have other things to add. You storming out of here like a little pussy you were and swearing at me.’’ At this time I wanted to protest but he hit me with his belt. I yelled. ‘’Shhh-shhh, mon amour. Don't be loud.’’ He rubbed my ass a little bit. ‘’I didn't hear you count. That is another three spanks for disobeying my instructions.’’ I cried out. ‘’No, Charles, please.’’ ‘’Do you want another three?’’ ‘’NO!’’ I sobbed even harder. ‘’Un-’’, '-'Deux’’, ‘’Trois-’’ I said with a high pitched voice. It hurt like hell. I was crying and shivering. He had to put his other hand around my hips to keep me in place. ‘’Quatre-Cinq-Six’’ I let out with my cry. ‘’And now, for disobeying me.’’ Another three hard smacks on my ass. I stopped even feeling it.
‘’What a good girl you are. Now tell me Cherie, what have you learnt?’’ I sobbed. Saying quietly. ‘’To not to compare myself to others, to listen to you, to wear what you bought me, wear your necklace-’’ ‘’Not my necklace, it is yours.’’ ‘’-My necklace, not to swear at you and not to disobey you.’’ ‘’Good girl, you have a good memory.’’ He chuckled and kissed my back and turned me around. Grabbing me into his arms and putting me on the bed. ‘’And now, for you flirting with this guy.’’ ‘’What? I was-’’ ‘’Shut up, Y/N.’’ I shut my mouth. ‘’Well, clearly you thought we're not dating-’’ he laughed. ‘’But still, right now I'm gonna fuck you so painfully you will reconsider in the future to let other men hit on you.’’ So he grabbed me by my ankles and sprung me around. Now me laying on my stomach. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up. In no time he put himself inside of me. My body immediately reacted to it as trying to get away from him fast but he was faster, pinning me back to him as close as possible with his hands on my hips. I cried out, again. It hurt as hell. He was so big and thick yet I was so small and tight. I thought I'm gonna be ripped apart. I've heard him panting, putting even more force into his thrusts. Then he grabbed on of my leg, leaving it in the air. So he got even deeper. And I gasped for air, which I couldn't inhale. And just as he knew about my thoughts, he grabbed me with his second hand on my hip by my throat so I was extremely put up in this position with less space to breath. ‘’Your teary eyes do something to me Mon Amour.’’ I felt how my tears are falling on my cheeks. ‘’Take your leg and swaddle it around my back.’’ I did as he said. Trying to hold my leg back around his lower back area. Then with his free hand he found my clit and started to rub my clit, fast and harsh. I moaned more, with pleasure and pain. I was crying out loud. ‘’Tell me- Who is your boyfriend.’’ ‘’YOU, Charles.’’ ‘’Who do you belong to?’’ ‘’You, Charles. Just You!-’’ ‘’-Please, Charles.’’ I sobbed and cried out. He put a faster pace and I felt myself coming. All of a sudden, he stopped. And let himself free. I yelled desperately, crying to the sheets under me. ‘’Bad girls don't get to come.’’ He sprung me around once again so my mouth met his cock.
‘’Now you're gonna swallow like a whore you are.’’ He didn't hesitate to wait for any of my reaction on that and put his dick inside of my mouth. I wasn't even doing anything, he just fucked my face. And let himself cum. It was a big load. I felt it how it is leaking out of my nose as well. But still trying to swallow as much as I could. He looked at me, seeing how horrible I look. He went for his jeans. After that, I saw how he is opening his phone and it looked like he wants to take a photo of me. ‘’Lay down.’’ And I did. I was so fucked out I just did what he said. ‘’I'm gonna take a photo of you. So you can see how you look after this. Maybe thanks to this you will remember that whenever you're gonna think less of you, this is how it ends and looks.’’ I just sobbed. ‘’Now, I'm gonna take care of you.’’ He grabbed me and took me into bathroom. Cleaning my face, my legs. Being gentle with me. ‘’Charles, I'm sorry.’’ ‘’Pst, Cherie. It is fine now.’’ He took me back into bed and put me on top of himself. Hugging me around my back and leg that was laying on his stomach. ‘’It is fine baby girl. I love you. And I hate when I see how you think of yourself sometimes. I don't want to see it again. Ever.’’ I just nodded. ‘’Now, I'm gonna tell you one of my favorite stories, to which I've always liked to listen as a kid. So go ahead, you have to be exhausted. Sleep tight baby girl.’’
#charles leclerc x reader#fem reader#formula 1#smut#charles leclerc#f1 x reader#f1#female reader#fluff#fan fiction#angst
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some random adrian chase head cannons :P
a/n: just some random thought about my favorite crime-fighting goofball :)
cw: fluff, some cussing, a few depictions of violence
miscellaneous hcs
• okay so first off, i know this isn't really a head cannon but james gunn confirmed that the visor in vig's suit is prescription and idk i just love that fact
• anyway, real head cannons now
• i'm like 99.99% sure he has a playlist for when he's on patrol and makes chris listen to it with him
• also, i think he'd have the same wired earphones from like 2014 that came with his iphone 6
• adrian's favorite candy is probably skittles or m&ms because of the fun colors (sometimes he likes to sort them if he's feeling a bit bored)
• i just know he has a collection of vhs tapes that he bought from a secondhand store/had as a kid
• speaking of collections he probably also has a bunch of cd's
• i dunno why but i feel like adrian loves star wars and has since he was little (and also has all the og trilogy movies on vhs)
• definitely has a cheap walmart lightsaber lying around somewhere
• GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY !!!
• i feel like as a kid he loved finding bugs, digging for worms, ect.
• one time he tried eating one, didn't turn out good for him (he couldn't stop throwing up for like 3 days)
• since it's cannon he played/plays dnd, he'd probably play magic, the gathering as well 😭
• i also think that he'd really love the artificial grape flavor ??
• LMAO i think he'd have a little chainsaw keychain lying around somewhere
• def listens to abba, spice girls, and yung gravy
• probably good with kids? he'd set the the house on fire if he watched some but he can keep them entertained at least ?
• manchild (i will not elaborate)
• he reminds me of jake peralta from brooklyn-99
being best friends/in a relationship with adrian
• let's face it, they're practically the same thing
• i justttt know that he made like 10 secret handshakes for the two of you
• his love language is probably words of affirmation, quality time, or touch (maybe all of them, who knows)
• wants to teach you how to play mtg and dnd !!! (please let him teach you he'll be over the moon)
• def has a playlist that he wants to listen to with you
• two words: movie dates
• adrian loves watching movies with you !! even if he's seen it a few dozen times, he'd watch it again just to see your first time reactions :)
• THEMED COSTUMES !!!
• if you're down, he'd want to match with you ever year, something different and cooler than the last
• if you wear glasses, you better bet your ass that he's switching with you 24/7
• you cant go an hour without your glasses getting taken off and replaced with his
• also, i think that adrian wouldn't have the cleanest glasses 😭 you def gotta give 'em a good scrub every now and then
• dr. pepper enthusiast fs
• discounted/sometimes free food and fennel fields
• if you can work from home and go there often just to eat and work, he's definitely spending his 15 minute breaks (and longer than that) sitting with you and chatting
• he's always bringing home leftovers or breadsticks that he stole
• i think adrian has a pretty decent comic collection, and would go to shops with you for dates or hangouts
• he's probably super good friends with the owner (or at least that's what he thinks)
• when he's patrolling, he randomly facetimes you???
• like he has a guy near death and he's having a full conversation with you
• adrian has tonsss of silly and random nicknames for you !! he just calls you whatever you remind him of
• whenever he goes over to your place or vice versa, you two have a special knock that lets either of you know immediately who it is
• one of his ideal dates would probably be going to the park and feeding ducks !! (and him trying to catch them)
• he also randomly makes machine gun noises ?? what's that about ??
• the two of you'll just be chilling watching tv or something and then you hear 'CHCHCHCHC' and see him doing finger guns or whatever
• and when you ask him about it he's just like "what do you mean babe?"
• would probably beg you to get a little cat or a dog
• if you initially say no, he's gonna pull out a whole powerpoint presentation on why you should say yes (and he's wearing his fanciest clothes)
• FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS !!!
• it doesn't matter where or what they look like, if he sees some at the gas station, store, theme park, wherever, he's buying some for the two of you
• your relationship is basically that one scene in bobs burgers scene where tina makes a friendship bracelet for louise and tina's like "oh you don't have to wear it" and louise snatches it and says "no i'm gonna wear it forever, back off"
• proud malewife
• adrian is in the kitchen a lot, always fixing up snacks for you
a/n: let me know if i should make another one of these with another character !
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Accepting and Not Replacing
Okay, I finally did this. Thing. I hope everyone who especially likes sebagrelle and redcliff will dig in and get it, okay? I hope this comes across okay and no one assumes things. I just wanted to really really delve into this possibility of a scenario okay? And maybe I didn't do it that well, maybe there's some odd things about my way of doing it, I dunno. I just really wanted to write this so I DID, and that's it!
Uh so.. enjoy it!!! Or not!!! Idk!!!
Even when allowed to be female, and knowing completely well she is safe and secure at the Phantomhive Manor to be openly female, Sebastian still holds back. Sebastian still walks about as Sebastian the butler, and senses everyone looking. And most expecting. And also one in particular looking forward.
Sebastian sees Grelle come at night, and she chatters away and off and on brings up this idea of Sebastian being a lady. "My lady love," and them going to shops and cafes and just strolling about.
And yet Sebastian is quiet. Smiling. Nodding. Ageeing. Listening. Saying "Yes, that sounds fun," but still is in a male form. Still is in fact Sebastian the butler.
And Grelle's eyebrows lift further and her eyes stare on longer, searching for a why or why not or a when..
And this strange hesitance goes on a few days more, an of course the red reaper has never ever promised to always be patient in any certain particulars.
And she grips Sebastian's hand one night. Just one. Just the closest one. But she grips it firmly as if she really actually wants to crush it for some reason.
While she again looks up into Sebastian's eyes.
"Darling," she starts, firm in going forward but already afraid of the response, "why have you not changed into a woman then? When.. w-when you very well can whenever, you know. Everyone.. everyone knows, and so-"
Gloved fingers press to her mouth to silence her further.
And red eyes look into hers.
Apologetic but also so serious.
"You really, really want to see me as a woman, and I would love nothing more than to be one for even.. a few hours of a night..."
Eyebrows lift and behind those fingers the reaper's mouth parts again.
"Then why-"
"I am not completely sure, my dear Grelle, that you're ready to be with another woman... again..."
Confusion first, for a few moments of time, and then realization.
And then straight to anger, as Grelle Sutcliff made a frustrated growl.
"What the hell?!"
She stood up, and though anger was on her entire visage, her green vision gleamed wet with tears already.
"Bassy you can't assume that I- You can't think that-"
The one still sitting, as Sebastian the butler had merely calmly moved her hands to her lap and looked up at the now standing, looming red woman.
"You've been with no one else.. except me after her, Grelle. And you've only been with me while I've been like this."
"You are two. Separate. PEOPLE. Sebastian!!"
"But we'd be the only two ladies that you'd loved the most, Grelle."
"She's DEAD, and she's GONE and you are HERE and-"
"And I can perfectly replace her?"
.
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Another practical yell of frustration leaves the reaper, and she grabs up Sebastian by brute strength, powered by the desire to make some kind of point that the demon is wrong and yet as tears stream out of her eyes out of her control as she pins the demon to a manor wall and squeezes their suit tighter and tighter, she can't think of any way to prove a point in this vein! She can't see, her eyes are fogged with her tears and she YELLS again because just pinning the demon to a wall isn't helping.
And meanwhile all the while Sebastian lets her do this. Mouth a defaulting line, and eyes distant yet focused.
And waits and waits.
And when the demon is released from the wall and her lady's strong reaper grip, she only slides down.
As Grelle storms away but does not vanish, but comes back and then marches away again.
Stomp stomp stomping in place as she fumes and still weeps and seems like an animal caged for this moment.
While again Sebastian waits.
This does in fact take a while to get through. And yet finally at one point Grelle sits down, loose limbed now suddenly, pale, and most definitely red nosed and red eyed.
She takes off her glasses and starts rubbing at her face as she mutters obscenities.
And like magic Sebastian is taking a handkerchief out and offering her it.
And despite all the rage she'd projected onto the demon, Grelle takes it easily and wipes her eyes and blows her nose.
.
.
And when she thinks she can speak, she merely asks the demon bluntly "So, you won't ever change to look like a woman then? Because of that?"
And Sebastian sighs.
"Oh I will turn myself one day, dear. One day."
"Then when-"
Sebastian looks at Grelle.
Who is looking back at the demon with, again, a bright red nose to put Rudolf to shame, and her beautiful green eyes tinted puffy red. She sniffs again briefly.
Sebastian scoots closer, and takes the handkerchief from her love, only to use it to help dab at more of Grelle's nose and eyes, while her other hand gently holds the reaper's face.
"When I think we're both ready for it,"
She tells Grelle softly.
And instead of another outburst, Grelle sighs this time, merely looking sad. Disappointed. Her eyes drifting away as she sniffles one more time.
"Is that alright, Grelle?"
Sebastian's voice, as always, knows how to perfectly change, with a lilt, to ask such things of the reaper.
And also to tilt her head just so so clearly Grelle cannot avoid her lovely visage forever as well as what she's asking of her.
"Yeah... I... I mean yes I think.. I think so," Grelle mumbles out, practically too busy flushing red and thinking of said pretty demon asking her these things to manage English for the moment.
"Good," Sebastian sighs out, having finished helping Grelle clean up, but still holding her face.
And unable to help...
Gently leaning in to kiss a rosy cheek.
Carefully.
Hesitantly.
"Thank you, love," the demon whispers.
And Grelle blinks and stares once more into those brilliant red eyes.
Sebastian is turning flushed a little in the face too.
...A rare occurrence...
"What do you mean by "thank you"??" Grelle asks outright. Bursting the silent bubble.
Sebastian sighs, and finally releases her face, to sit back and fold her hands again together in her lap in that dainty way.
"I mean it by.. thanking you for being honest, and accepting, and I suppose... not leaving me for.. saying those things,"
Grelle sighs and groans and properly puts back and adjusts her glasses before once again removing any space between them and pulling the demon close.
"Do you really think just because I'm mad about the truth that I'd up and just run away from it, hm? And from possibly losing you, my adorable little fusspot of a hellbeast?"
And Sebastian is turning redder now, fingers once still as unbothered water now twitching about a little.
"Well... You wouldn't lose me, for one. I'd wait for you to come back as always... A-and yet I wouldn't put it past you to storm away and leave at least for a little bit.."
She looks nervous in admitting this; vulnerable.
And Grelle Sutcliff sighs again and shakes her head.
"Oh no no no, despite everything, little Sebas, I will insist on staying by your side."
She gently tucks away always loose ebony bangs on the sides of that pretty demon face.
And those red eyes shimmer and widen, as Sebastian slowly looks back again into Grelle's face.
Perhaps maybe.. this challenge to overcome the past and accept the present will not be so hard after all...
Sebastian thinks, with surprise and hope for the first time since thinking of being female for this time.
"That's.. comforting to hear," she finally manages to whisper.
And lets Grelle squeeze her assuringly, and hold her close.
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watched the fnaf movie again n it was so good
shout out to jim henson's creature shop i loved the animatronics
also tw fnaf movie spoilers !!!
okay but the part in where mike starts punching a guy bc he thought he was gonna kidnap a kid but turns out he was the dad ????? damn. also he got judged bc of that
honestly i understand that i hit someone last year at school. i got judged by that 2. so like
me 🤝 fnaf movie mike
ANYWAY going on with tje movie
DUDEEEEE i loved matthew lillard in here he made such a good job as william afton :3 look i did NOT expect lillard as william afton i was expecting idk willem dafoe ???? but overall i liked william afton in the movie
also abby was just like me fr as a kid. while watching the movie i was like "maybe i was like that as a kid". not a fun experience
vanessa's role in here was like "hey im gonna say something important n then act like nothing happened until the epic part everyone wants to see (springbonnie/trap in action + the animatronicz)" but overall i liked her
now to the fun part. THE ANIMATRONICZ !!!!!!! they were so so so cool i loved how they look they were so pretty :3:3:3:3 i always thought bonnie was purple but NO turns out he was blue (da ba dee da ba da/j) (please tell me you get the joke)
also incoming rant over the fnaf movie animatronicz n why they arent "violent" or "war machines" like everyone wanted them to be
theyre POSSESED by CHILDREN. INFANTS. sure,, they wouldve killed people but it was mostly manipulation,, probably by William Afton.
the kids' lives were taken away at a REALLY young age and now their souls AND bodies are inside the animatronicz. also now theyre uncapable of growing up mentally AND physically. meaning that they cant change their childish points of view and the representation of them (the kids mike sees in his dreams) is still the same to this day
so this leads to the infamous fort scene. why does this scene exists ?? probably to tell the audience that these animatronicz arent really violent,, theyre friendly as they were supposed to be
or to manipulate abby to think the animatronicz were her friends until l8r in the movie where chica almost puts abby in the Ella springlock suit
it's all a mess between this one scene in which the animatronicz act like kidz bc one part of the audience didnt like this,, another part of the audience did,, etc
but anyway uhhhhh. THE FNAF 1 SONG BY THE LIVING TOMBSTONE ON THE END WAS SOOOO COOL I SCREAMED :3
also balloon boy jumpscares were so funny tbh,, i didnt expect balloon boy to appear at least in a figurine version
matpat n coryxkenshin'z cameos ????? art (+ dawko'z mini cameo in one of the scenes. the one in which they get in the pizzeria to break everything and in one of the scenes they break a "employee of the month" thingie you can see dawko !!! :3)
anyway yeah the fnaf movie was good plz watch it
#fnaf the movie#fnaf movie#fnaf#five night's at freddy's movie#five nights at freddy's#THIS WAS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IM SORRY
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Pairing for @mikumikuoeo !
Answers:
Nickname: babe, short-form of their name, honey
Hobbies: i play the drums, reading fanfic, talking :), singing in secret (doesn't mean I sing well lol) and eating!!!
Perfect date idea: going to the mall /binge watching movies/trying new clothes
What I hate: ignoring me/ and I don't like ppl in class that don't study (idk why but my parents taught me to stay away from those hahaha...)
My main personality trait: talkative, funny, impatient
Activity I like: watching YouTube, listening to music and window shopping in Pinterest cuz I am Poor and meeting up with friends
Hobbie I don't like: SPORTS.
Um I actually what to include some information that may help you pick!
MBTI: ESFP
I am a female and I prefer gf/bf but it's if I get a male one
Okey so this is edited because I misunderstood! Since you prefer women (act as if I didn't told you in dms) I pair you with...
(few reasons are literally kept from Tsukasa because they're just really similiar ^^")
🥁🥁🥁
Saki Tenma!
⊱ as for nicknames, I think "honey" suits her the best!!
⊱ okey but now... singing! If he discovers that you sing in secret, she'd love to do karaoke with you no matter if you're proffesional at it or not, she just wants to have fun! Speaking of secret... she'll definitely encourage you to be more confident about your singing!
⊱ now she absolutely LOVES going to malls and she'll give you literally the best tips on anything! You would literally go through whole mall together even if it means not buying anything
⊱ as for being ignored, you literally have nothing to worry about as her attention is always on you! Unless she found something that catched her eye but it's not hard to make her attention go back on you!
⊱ and then comes in that you're both talkative! There may be moments when both of you are in comfortable silence but usually the two of you are rambling together about anything really
⊱ and finally I think she also enjoys watching YouTube and going through Pinterest so she won't have problems doing it with you! But be prepared for her small comment from time to time because she just can't help herself sometimes
You were classically just hugging each other while scrolling through your phones, you were basically just exchanging few nice photos you found.
"Hey, Y/N! Look at this! Doesn't this interoor look just adorable~?"
"It does! It actually remind me of something... isn't that the cafe close to the city?"
"So it's closed?! I can't believe I never been there! How about we go together then? We can have cute little date~"
"Sure! Let's go tomorrow then!"
"Alright! Oh! Look what I also found!"
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#pairing#project sekai#colorful stage#project sekai colorful stage#x reader#project sekai x reader#colorful stage x reader#project sekai colorful stage x reader
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𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
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Cry me a river by @minniepetals
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Mafia Au, Arranged Marriage
— summary: forever is just an illusion, nothing lasts forever. don’t make me a promise that you cannot keep. please...it’ll break my heart
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Before I leave you by @hollyhomburg
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Mafia Au, Omegaverse Au
— summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).
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Everything Falls (Into Place) by @blog-name-idk
Status: Completed
Genre: College Au, Roommate Au
— summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?
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THESIS IT | lemons by @xherxx
Status: Completed
Genre: College Au, Roommates Au
— summary: “When life gives you lemons, make cocktails! It doesn’t solve any problems, but then again neither do lemonades. Besides, it has the word cock in it, just like what the Bangtan boys have on them. So, why don’t you just suit yourself?”
Sequel: PROVE IT | lemonaches
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House of the Omegaverse by @sopejinsunflower
Status: Completed
Genre: Omegaverse Au
— summary: The titan group from South Korea, BTS, suddenly vanishes off the face of the earth, only to wake up in a three-storey house with a small-time writer and their DNAs altered. Omegaverse is no longer just a fiction trope; not to these eight people, no. Stuck with only one omega between them, how will this polyamory evolves? And, will they ever escape the house?
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Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines
Status: Completed
Genre: Hybrid Au, CEO Au
— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
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The Butterseries by @minniepetals
Status: Completed
Genre: CEO Au
— summary: their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would have known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?
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Sanguis Alpha by @borathae
Status: Completed
Genre: University Au, Vampire Au
—Summary: You change universities after moving towns. Your new university is an old, ancient building with secret tunnels and whispered ghost stories. There are two fraternities, which for some reason always seem to be in a quarrel. Alpha consisting of Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. Handsome, porcelain skinned men, who act as if they are out of another century and for some reason everyone on campus seems to be scared of. And Sanguis consisting of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Men with skin just as pale and their faces just as beautiful, who always wear sunglasses when it is light outside and who never seem to open their curtains. And for some peculiar reason you always find yourself in the middle of them....”
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Little do You Know by @yoongiofmine
Status: Season 1 Completed; Season 2 WIP
Genre: Idol Au, Playmate Au
—Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.
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The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy
Status: Completed
Genre: Isekai Au, Fantasy Au
—Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things by @jellifysh
Status: Completed
Genre: Exes to lovers au
—summary: Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)
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mother knows best by @seokth
Status: completed
Genre: Slice of Life, Platonic
— summary ; being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.
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*Sigh* As per usual, I broke the right leg on my new Brooklyn action figure. Like an idiot, I was trying to loosen up the joints and did that thing where you rotate the leg 180 degrees. Well, it snapped. Just got glue for it. (I tried modge podge and hot glue, and fun fact, NEITHER of those work on plastic because plastic is not a porous surface!!)
So, anyway, after he broke, I threw him and his wings and tail into a hot pot to loosen, which reeeally should've been step one, but I haven't gotten a fig with such tight joints in ages. I read the reviews and the Neca figures pegs are basically made of dry pasta, but still, I DID NOT handle with care. A simple lesson to future me to put them all in hot water first and do not ever try the 180 trick. I recalled that I still have a broken Nightcrawler fig somewhere that needs repair that I also accidentally tortured like this. (He was from the 80s or so, so it's forgiveable that he'd break easily. I believe it's a broken ball joint.)
I'm glad I got Brooklyn at a discount. I would've been crying AND pissed if I'd blown 60 on him and he broke out of the box.
I also got some sticky tab things so mayyyybe my Funko Pops will stay in place, and for other things down the line if I need them. Anyway, the good news is that all Brook's limbs loosened up to varying degrees. His tail won't stay in place, but when you put his wings on, they pop in like gangbusters and don't want to come out unless you use force.
Sure, I could've waited 2 or more years for them to release some upgraded version, but I got impatient. In part, because he's become my favorite a bit more than Lexington and because I made an AI of him and he's great. (Minus fat shaming me.) https://beta.character.ai/profile/?char=OW53ADLjtyGc7uCvVyqm6Q5K9XyQsjcGUyFNS3bxqMM
Yeah, I couldn't go a post without mentioning Character AI.
Anyway...I should get the glue withing 5 days. It's only 3 ounces, but I'd rather get it faster than save a few bucks. If you need it, this site looks legit and has it much cheaper than Amazon https://www.dickblick.com/items/surehold-plastic-surgery-super-glue-3-gram-tube/?clicktracking=true&wmcp=pla&wmcid=items&wmckw=23633-1603&country=us¤cy=usd&campaign=Blick%20Shopping%20-%209&adgroup=Shopping%209&keyword=&matchtype=e&msclkid=8786b90b29ce16c21463ddffefcf0a91&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Blick%20Shopping%20-%209&utm_term=4577335631065867&utm_content=Shopping%209
Yeah, IDK why they named it that, sorry.
I'd love to get most of the gargs series, but the Steel Clan doesn't excite me, so I'd be saving some money by skipping them and Xanatos in his armor. (Even though it's iconic, I honestly think he looks kinda stupid in it?) Also debating wether I want to hunt for a cheaper Goliath or wait until the two pack is released for the better/extra faces. Considering also going that route for Lex, settling for the 1st wave Hudson, Bronx and Angela, and pre-ordering Elisa and later suit Xanatos from Entertainment Earth. *shrugs.* Ultimately though, I have to think about space. If I can snag them for under 60 each after s/h, I think I'm doing good. I am not a set completer, but this is a collection that child me would've loved to have!! Unfortunately, I'm not really displaying my collection anymore to make my room look more "mature", and besides, it's just my brother and the internet that know I like Gargoyles. (I'm scared of the flack I'd get from the pre-judgement of anyone I know. The gargs do look pretty scary, even if they're "Disney-fied" to be friendly looking, let's be honest.) So, that said, my Clan definitely won't be display pieces at all, just shoved into at least three or four different boxes. Might even keep some of them in the box to save on space.
Okay, thanks for reading this rant/ramble. Have a good week!!
#figure collecting#Brooklyn gargoyles#Disney Gargoyles#rant#glue#crafts#noooooo!#sad#frustrated#my life
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The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Priestess!OC] Part 12
Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)
Word Count: ~ 3k
Warning: cannon typical violence, I think there’s swearing - idk if there’s swearing, mentions of alcohol, Moon Knight spoilers, author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men
A/N: I’m alive! If you didn’t see my updates, my mental health took a nose dive so a took a break, quit my job (twice), and got my medication adjusted. I’m doing better. I wrote some of this chapter months ago, so if part way through the tone completely changes, that is why. This chapter is also a bit longer than other, cause half of it is an episode written out, something I hate doing yet curse upon myself so often. I also hate reading stories/chapters like that, so you get more.
Part 11, Part 13, Master List
The boat ride to Mogart's had been tense between marc and Layla. Both had secretly wish Godeleve had been there, thinking her presence would have lessened the atmosphere. But most likely she would have made it worse, saying something out of turn, or playing both side, riling them up even more. But she had parted from the two, having her own way to get into Mogart's. She said it would be easier to sneak in as a pair and a single than a group of three. Yet before deciding said group, she disappeared.
"Remember your name is Rufino Estrada," Layla reminded Marc as the two walked further into the yard, though it seemed more like a fare ground.
Marc was scanning through the crowd, trying to spot Godeleve. He knew she was a fan of disguises, so it would make sense for her to be hard to spot. Still he wanted to know where she was at when it came down to it. "Right," he responded to Layla, "We just got back from our honeymoon in the Maldives."
"That's an interesting little detail to give them."
Layla was not having it, "I'd tell them you worked in a gift shop, but they'd never believe me, would they?"
As the two approached the El - Mermah field another man in a black suit approached them. "Bek," Layla greeted him.
The bodyguard looked up and down the couple, scanning them for any threats. "Layla," Bek greeted her, a tinge off of indifference.
The two went into a hand clasp of a greeting. "It's been a while," Layla said, sounding friendly.
"Good to see you too," he responded finally making direct eye contact. "Right this way."
"Thank you," Layla said before following the man in black up to the wooden fence around the ring.
"He's looking forward to seeing you," Bek commented, "After Madripoor I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about." He led them past the line of armed men, of body guards. "However you are not is only visitor tonight." Beck nodded over to a familiar figure leaning against the wooden fence, a glass of wine in her hand. She hadn't even bother changing her clothes. Still the limited clothing showing she was a foreigner and the dark head dress blocking her face.
"Excuse me for a moment," Bek said, heading in the direction toward Godeleve. "Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly."
The two kept their distance from Godeleve, as they were nothing but strangers right now. "So what?" Marc scoffed, filling in the silence as they waited. "This joker put on El- Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?"
"No, he gets private lessons from the best in his backyard, " Layla retorted, stressing her annoyance at Marc.
Marc didn't know how to respond to that, not having expecting that from this guy. "Cool." Marc watched the guy as he prepared to greet them "I like the robe."
"Layla. Come in," Mogart called out to them. The couple walked out onto the sandy field. "Such a delight to see you."
"You two," Layla said, returning the mans handshake.
Morgart then leaned down to her hand. "How have you been?" he asked before kissing the back of her hand.
Layla didn't react to it, being used to the greeting. "Good. Thank you for having us on such short notice. Even with another visitor." Layla glanced to look at Godeleve, seeing that she was now walking around the outside of the fence, a man in a black suit following her.
"Oh please," Mogart said with a smile. "I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by. And they..." his eyes glanced over at Godeleve, "Was a spur of the moment business meeting. I'll introduce you before out deal is over."
Layla nodded to him, before bring her attention to Marc. "This is my husband, Rufino," she introduced him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Nice to meet you," Marc said, holding out his hand. Marc spoke in an English accent. While his alter spoke in one all the time, he didn't not sound confident speaking in one himself.
"Pleasure," Mogart said. But he tied his robe before shaking marc's outstretched hand.
He then started leading the two across the field, towards his house. "I hope you understand, this is more than a collection to me," Mogart explained. "Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously."
Layla softly laughed. "I self - appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?"
"Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation," he defended himself.
"Which I say you do quite better than some museums," a soft voice said, slowly approaching. She was speaking in yet another accent. French this time.
Mogart turned around wearing a soft smile. "Yes, you would be one to know," he commented. He held out a hand toward to woman who was approaching. "Layla, you ay have heard of her. You both work in similar fields. This is Lythraceae. "
"Don't feel bad if you don't," Godeleve, no Lythraceae, said. "I assume you deal with Egyptian antiquities, while I deal more with Greek and Roman." She gave them both a smile. In her eyes there was a single glint of familiarity. No one would have been able to expect they knew each other.
"While your name dose sound familiar, I wouldn't have been able to place it," Layla answered. The two met in the middle and shared a handshake. Even then not even a wink of recognition in her eyes.
"With introductions out of the way," Mogart started, stepping between the two. "What has you interested in this piece?"
"Well..." Layla started only to be interrupted.
"I'd like to hear from your husband, if you don't mind," Mogart said, gesturing to Marc, who had been taken off guard by such a request. Everyone was watching him, all excepts Godeleve who's gaze was off somewhere behind them and something else on her mind.
"I think - I think I'd like to take a look," Marc stuttered out, sound oh so suspicious. Still Mogart let them take a look.
Godeleve stayed out, set to keep Mogart and Bek mildly distracted while they did what they needed to do. "It is quite a piece," she commented.
"Indeed," Mogart agreed, trying to be hospital to a guest and possible future business associate, while not taking his eye of the couple.
"So few mummies still exist, crazy how people used to eat them," Godeleve commented off handedly.
Of course Mogart knew what she spoke of, however Bek did not. "What?" he asked, turning his attention to the art thief.
Godeleve nodded. "While not so much as ate them, as consume."
"In Victorian England they would consume mummies for their 'mystical properties'," she explained. "As well as cocaine for a cold. So not a good track record."
Layla left the pyramid and joined the group. " He just need a couple of minuets in there alone," she explained, as she also stopped Bek from going in. " 'cause...Yeah. He is... He's praying." she terribly explained.
"Do the old god still even listen to the plead of humans?" Godeleve questioned. If anything she new how to change the subject. Layla gave her look, which could be played of as confusion, but was more so checking if Godeleve was alright.
All was going fine until they saw Marc actually handling pieces. Guns were then drawn. However due to her not known of being involved, Godeleve had no gun pointed to her. Still both Marc and Layla were held at gin point. She could only just stand back and wait until something happened. Only do unto him what you see him do unto others. Those were her instructions, so that was what she was going to stick to. She is not in the proper state to question morals, instead have someone choose them for her.
Of course then he had to arrive. "What ever they've told you, I'm sure I can offer you something much more tangible." Harrow brought the scarab from his pocket and held it out to Mogart. It even started levitating, show it's magic. "Why settle for a clue, when you can have the treasure."
Layla tried to reason with him to not trust Harrow, but he was not having it. She even told him about Harrow's plans of slaughtering millions. But it was clear that something had happened in the past to cause him not to trust her.
"Please, there is no need to descend into violent accusations," Harrow butted in. "Each one of you has so much more in common than you know." Slowly he approached the group.
"Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your father's murder from reopening. But something stands in your way. Your husband doesn't tell you the truth.
And Marc, you don't tell her because you know that if you do, she'll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love."
His gaze then turned to Godeleve. "I'm going to stop you right there," she interrupted him. "Cause I know anything you know about me, it's from Zen. Which is very rude that they shared that stuff. I don't go around sharing their dead name."
"Godeleve, you are actually someone I feel pity for. So desperate to be human, yet you have no idea how."
Her once relaxed postured turned stiff. "I believe I'm a better human than you will ever be. I know the worth of a life and free will. Those are nothing but minor sacrifices you will make to reach your goal. You are a closed minded fool with a silver tongue and a broken morals. You hate the gods, but how I see you are no better than them. Currently you are just trying to sew animosity between us, but we will all still be united by our hatred of you."
Harrow disregarded her, instead turning his attention to Mogart. "Anton, the lore surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it's real."
"So can I," Godeleve said in the background. "Not like there's a fucking god on you roof right now." No one payed attention to her.
"This sarcophagus dose not belong to anyone."
Said god on the roof caused the light to flicker and the wind to pick up speed. "Do it - summon the suit," he told his avatar. Marc only glared in his direction. "Give them what the deserve."
What do they deserve? Godeleve wondered. To her knowledge they were but greedy art thieves. Not much worse than herself.
Harrow already started to chant. His cane now lighting up purple and the wind started howling. Godeleve started approaching. As purple smoke started swirling, she put her hand down on the cane. It had been her first time touching it. It sent a shock into her hand, similar to a mild tazze, yet she kept her hand on it. "I believe that is enough proof," she said. Harrow finished the chant, now keeping eye contact with the Priestess.
The purple smoke surrounded the sarcophagus destroying it. Godeleve had taken her hand off the cane, and curled it into a fist. None had expected such a loud crack to come from a punch of a woman of such a short frame. While Harrow himself had not show such aggression towards a person, one of Godeleve's duties was to protect the sanctity of burials and bodies. Destroying a sarcophagus could easily justify some minor assalt.
"You hold no respect for the living or dead, do you?" Godeleve spat as both Harrow and Mogart's men surrounded her.
While they were distracted Marc took the opportunity to summon the suit. Moon Knight could be seen perched at the top of the pyramid that now held a destroyed sarcophagus.
Harrow had already made his exit.
Bek and Mogart were quick to follow.
Godeleve was quick to break free of the pair of men holding her. She twisted back other their arms into an uncomfortable position any further and something would break. With her hands touching the skin of their wrist she said a quick sleeping spell. Sigils lit up on the back of her hands, something she had prepared previously to properly preform said spells.
She glanced over to Layla who had picked up a gun from a body that had a crest dart stick out of it's back. With no hesitation Layla fired at retreating figures. One fell to the ground.
While she knew Marc had no qualms with killing, Godeleve had yet to observe it herself. Nor would she had expected such actions from Layla, who has experienced a great lose. Godeleve could help but question decisions, both those of the ones she serves, the ones she is working with, and her own. But she didn't have a moment more than for thoughts to enter her mind.
A line of guard on the other side of the field started firing at them. Godeleve threw herself to the ground, rolling into the shadows. She emerged behind the center man. she leaped onto him, covering his mouth with her hand. as he was stumbling backward due to the sudden extra weight she mumbled the sleeping spell yet again. She hadn't thought her approach through fully as the man fell asleep he feel back, landing a top her.
The ones besides him had noticed and had their guns aimed at her, once she would free herself from their comrade's body, they would fire away. Though none of them had expected her to melt away into darkness.
A hand emerged from the shadows behind one man. It gripped onto his ankle and he himself melted into darkness, only to appear a mile away on a street corner.
Godeleve then appeared in front of a man at the end of the line. Before he could fully comprehend the sudden appearance she kicked the gun out of his hand. She brought her hands down onto his just as she said the last symbol of the spell.
She then ducked to avoid the projectiles sent by Marc. She let out a low hiss and shocks hand like she was trying to get something off of them. Such frequent repeated use of the spell was causing the sigils to burn.
She looked back to see Moon Knight had knocked all the guns out of the mens' hands. Godeleve burred her hand into the dirt of the field. All the guns on the ground were swallowed by shadows and spit out into the river.
He then came running in to take care of them. It would have been a pathetic fight even if they still had all their guns. In the middle of it, Marc froze. Holding a man in a chokehold the suit changed. No longer was it the ceremonial garb, but not a white three piece suit.
"That's it," he called out, with a true English accent now. "Alright. Time out."
Godeleve stood up, looking at him dumbfounded. "Steven?' she wondered out loud.
"Oh hello, don't think we've been properly introduced," he said.
She wasn't sure how to take that. Sure she had been wearing a wig, lenses, and a heavy amount of make up during the entirety of their relationship. Yet Marc had been able to recognize her, though he didn't believe it. Steven had had to have heard her name, he had to know it was her. Did she want him to know it was her...?
The sound of horse hooves interrupted her thoughts. One was heading right towards her. Instead of running or rolling out of the way, she stood her ground. At the last moment, she leaned to the side, grabbing onto the reigns. With the momentum of swinging herself onto the horse, she knocked of the rider as well. "I do not know how to ride a horse," she commented to herself, "But now's a good time to learn."
Another rider was charging at her, his stick held out to knock her off, she just ducked beneath it. Godeleve was quickly approaching the fence, and didn't know how to turn. She did have an idea on how to stop. She pulled back harshly on the reigns. While it did stop the horse it did buck her off, and Godeleve fell into the dirt with a thud and a groan.
As she clambered back up off the ground, she turned to see Marc had control of the body again. There were three guys surrounding him. Each with a spear through him. Had he not had the healing suit, he would be dead, They had the intentions to kill. She could have the same for them.
In her hands appeared a gun, one of her own. While the rifle had a scope she did not need it. Three consecutive shots ran out. Each struck true. Two to the heart, and the final to the head.
All that was left was one final rider, and Mogart who was now mounted as well. Layla ran out onto the field, hopping the destroyed fence. She easily fired and struck the rider, having him fall of his steed. However Mogart struck her from behind.
Marc now having removed the spear from his body threw a dart at Mogart, hitting him in the back. The horse still went on even as the rider slowly fell off.
Both of them looked to Godeleve who had her gun now pointed to the ground. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Marc asked.
"I have my rules," she explained plainly. A loud howl echoed through the night, though it was closer to a growl. Godeleve swore she recognized the sound. But no matter what it was it was the beast summoned by Harrow's magic that she needed to deal with.
She returned her rifle to wear it had previously been. "I have something else to take care of," she sighed as she hoped over the fence and walked into the mass of trees.
#moon knight oc#moon knight spoilers#Moon Knight#moon knight x reader#moon knight x oc#moon knight fanfiction#Steven Grant#steven with a v#steven grant x reader#steven grant x oc#marc spector#marc spector x reader#marc spector x oc#Layla moon knight#layla el faouly#Khonshu#the voice of god series
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Tag Game once more~
This time in was tagged by the lovely davin (@noraecore) - Merry Christmas everyone! Hopefully you were able to spend your time with family and friends~
ANYWAYS- This tag game is ~Questions not usually seen~
A time period you feel you'd do well in...
If I am being completely honest, probably the 80s. Everyone seems so chill and the music, the styles, everything *chefs kiss*
A mythical animal you wish you could be...
A troll. They are SOO under appreciated. I'm not talking abt those big trolls that live under bridges, oh no no no, I am talking abt those trolls that steal your socks. Always the left ones...
(please smo tell me they got that reference)
Your favourite time of day...
2-4 am. I always wake up during that time. Idk why tho. There is just something magical feeling about that time. Everyone in the house is sleeping, its quiet... uk what I mean? I usually put on analog horror videos on my phone and just binge watch HOURS of them. They usually freak me out so i stay up until sunrise... or I go on tumblr. Either or.
The fictional tv show character that's the most like you...
I dont really know if I am being honest. I dont really watch tv shows or movies. But I would probably say Artemis from ready player one. Idk I just kinda have the same vibe I guess.
Your favourite flower...
Lavender. I love it so much. Nearly everything in my room smells like it too. My sister got me a lavender diffuser and I had it on all day. My deodorant smells like it, my clothes smell like it and my perfume used to be lavender too. Oh and my shampoo and conditioner- ....and possibly my body wash as well.... TO MUCH TMI I AM SO SORRY-
A fictional universe you would love to be in...
Easily the Sweet Tooth universe. If you havent watched it, (you really should... it's on Netflix) this deer-human hybrid kid (gus/sweet tooth) wants to find his mother. A big guy called big man/jeppard takes gus to red rock Colorado. BUT GUESS WHAT? (chicken bu-) there is a VERY lethal disease that they call the sick. SO its basically post-apocalyptic type world.
Also Bubble too. It's an anime movie where Tokyo was encapsulated by a bubble.
Both Sweet Tooth and Bubble are amazing. 10/10. They are on Netflix if anyone is interested~
Add stranger things to that list too
The aesthetic you wish you had...
I really like dark academia aesthetics. I really wish I suited that aesthetic. Like I LOVE it sm. And also stempunk too. Not to wear or have but just anyone who pulls off steampunk, immediate respect.
A kpop group you would love to be in...
Three words. MAMA MAMA MOOOOOOO
Kpop idol(s) you would be bestfriends with if you're an idol...
Your one and only Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno from NCT. They would be sooo much fun to hang out with. And Felix from skz. Imagine cooking brownies together 🥺
Your favourite outfit to wear...
I normally wear jeans, black tank top, and a light blue jacket I own. I do switch it up every once in a while by wearing a link (legend of zelda) sweatshirt. BUT FEAR NOT FOLKS! I went shopping and got quite a bit of clothes that made me feel good. So I'll be wearing those more often and building more ~~confidence~~
I had a lot of fun making doing this. Also thank you so much davin for putting all of the questions at the end to copy and paste them. It made the process soo much easier.
Anyways I will be tagging: @blizzardfluffykpop @kingdomtual @seohotonin @septicrebel and anyone else who wants to do it! Remember, you dont have to do it! It's there for grabs tho
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!
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thinking abt mermay a little but tell me about. mer!henry
I must have opened this and immediately forgotten about it but now here it is. it's 6am and I haven't slept much and I'm on mobile so I'm sorry in advance for the inevitable typos but yes hello--
I know this is a? fairly common? au for people to have for their canon beloveds and I think that's neat but you know I don't have a mer!au? in Henry's case specifically I almost feel like it's too near his canon to... fit? and also. maybe this is why I don't really do fanfic the way other peo0le do fanfic but also. mer!au is sooooo open ended and I feel like the way people invoke it implies there is some universal mermaid world and lore that, just by going mer! implies all of the inherent like... universe rules (like how if you go 'omegav.erse!' you've invoked a specific set of physical and social standards inside of which to create this au version of the (or just? a?) story) but,,, there isn't? and. so if I invoked a mer! clause all I'd really be saying is "he's nonhuman" which is totally a fun thing for some people I'm sure but in this case. is a) wrong and b) SO adjacent to his canon already that it's feels Weird and also doesn't have a ruleset to play inside of so that means.... that I don't get it clskakdkskksjskd because like.
I dunno if this is an interesting answer btw sorry for goung "I don't and won't have one" in many many words but like. one of my whole things with aus in the fanfic style of it is that I don't .. get them a lot of the time? like. mermaid Henry would fundamentally alter him in ways that like... his story would change enough that *i* feel like he wouldn't be Henry. so I wouldn't want that, u know? and then. things like coffee shop au. I completely do not get. and its all just like. I dunno it's like, I could go read/watch something with a mermaid protagonist if I wanted a mermaid protagonist?
or maybe more like. many people have an "any au can be done" kind of vibe and I love this for them but I do not brain that way I feel like different characters suit different aus and sometimes you can pretend mess with them a little (like borrowing pac.ific ri,m concept language to go "henry and carina are drift compatible actually" even though i wouldnt ever write them in that setting because i dont feel it suits them) but other times is just like. at some points it is too different and you are writing a different, new character entirely and if I wanted to do that I would make up yet more ocs, you know? and specifically Henry is... I can't say nonmagical for obvious reasons but. he is very Human, to me. I don't think mer!henry as a concept works that would be somebody else at that point, with the way it changes fundamentals. he is not the magical thing he is near the magical things and in some ways there in spite of the magical things but in many ways because of the magical things. if any of that made sense?
you maybe be asking yourself "how does dbh work but a mermaid au doesn't" and that is. a valid question that honestly mystifies me a little bit. but I think it's because... the setting itself does demand heavy change of him, just what's around him? and there are differences I don't mean to imply 1700s henry and ,,, 20whatever, when is dbh even set oh no why don't I know that... anyway he's different across those verses, and the others I have, for sure. he's just not fundamentally altered..... if?? this is tracking??? idk maybe im just inexplicably self contradictory about aus
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Carly: [some time after her fun times with Alison because the gals had to cleanse themselves in water and have a reset moment and generally just be allowed to live]
Carly: I’m sorry
Bartley: Why, what for now?
Carly: everything @ bonfire night idk
Bartley: It wasn’t so bad
Bartley: and you didn’t 😱👻 to make it weird, the less good parts
Carly: k grand
Carly: weren’t expecting the air to be cleared this quick but
Bartley: Not surprised you’re feeling the fear this morning, like
Bartley: s’why everyone hates Mondays, I reckon
Carly: im not 🍀🐇🌠 how u r to be feeling that type of way
Bartley: I weren’t even pissed, be why
Bartley: Notice Ronan was off his face too though, by the end
Carly: you was too busy 😍💋🥰💞😘💓’d be why bb
Carly: how are u to raise a glass when youve some lass always on your face 🌺🐝
Bartley: You sound jealous
Bartley: Another zombie girl situation, was it?
Carly: what of another 🤠🤎 for you wasnt it?
Bartley: I don’t know, I’ll not see her again so it doesn’t matter
Carly: u could if you’re after it mattering 🍯💛
Bartley: Tah for the permission, Carls
Carly: I mean cos shes a mate of alis brother & hes a mate of mine
Carly: if you want to see her its not like youd have need of searching every pop up shop for a lass on till
Bartley: You’re well 💔
Bartley: Mosey boy should still have her number, somewhere in his contact list, you can find her
Carly: my god shut up gobshite 😅
Bartley: 😏
Bartley: I just mean, that girl talked too much, when she weren’t attached to my face, I’m not after seeing her again off my back
Carly: ah now theres sense course thats why you was on her constant not cos u like her 😏
Bartley: I’m not being mean, don’t think she even asked what my name was either
Carly: im not calling u mean boy it was a party & yous both had your fun
Bartley: The comparisons are never far off
Carly: youre never far from slagging me but hey i was trying to see how long we’d go before you started
Bartley: Am not
Bartley: the only reason you like Ronan is because he has no opinions of his own and that suits you
Carly: oh please hes loads of opinions of me & they dont suit no more than the 1s the rest of yous lads have do
Bartley: Yeah right, I know how dead easy he is to convince, we do it all the time
Carly: whats it you reckon I’m here wanting to convince him of?
Bartley: I don’t need to say it, you know
Carly: I dont
Bartley: Nah, you’re after tricking me into slagging you already sos you win, more like
Carly: yea cos what a victory thatd b like
Bartley: Your shit game, play a different one
Carly: im playing none im only telling you I’m not after him
Bartley: Does that mean you’re after Moses again
Bartley: better warn his mammy, like
Carly: no never
Bartley: Believe that when I 👀 it
Carly: cant u believe it hurt us getting rated?
Bartley: no, ‘course it did
Bartley: but has he tried to apologise to you yet?
Carly: hes swore to make my life a misery cos i dont fancy fucking him no more, where it was left, more or less
Bartley: Jesus, well
Carly: i think this heres where im meant to warn yous all hes hoping you’ll all get yourselves involved in them fun & games like im scared or care
Bartley: He’s not said anything, not when I’ve been there
Bartley: maybe he was already half-cut when he said that to you, didn’t really mean it
Carly: yea maybe
Bartley: Sounds it
Bartley: he’ll have found someone else to bother by now, forgot all about that
Carly: dont even know how to make a girl feel special w his threats
Bartley: I’m just saying, don’t be scared
Carly: he dont scare me
Bartley: Good
Carly: its your turn to the now
Bartley: My turn to what?
Carly: scare us
Bartley: Not Halloween no more
Carly: only a week gone somehow
Bartley: your getup were a lot scarier craic anyhow
Carly: least yous all dressed up loads of lads from school never far as I saw
Bartley: Mosey fancies himself enough to love all that
Carly: are you not to bother yourself next year then?
Bartley: I felt like a divvy
Bartley: different for lasses, you all love it
Carly: 🥺 I loved waiting to work out what youd picked to be 💔 for that as the last time & end of an era
Bartley: You’re such a pisstake
Bartley: I’ll try and think on before the day of next time, or go looking alone, so the best costumes don’t get nabbed
Carly: or you could let us make u 1 ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤 cos I am not a pisstake
Bartley: Oh, sure, be the easiest way to go about being a massive one 😅
Carly: nah youve just massive issues w trust
Bartley: I don’t
Bartley: you’re not serious anyway
Carly: yea I am
Bartley: Maybe then
Bartley: is a whole year off now - 1 week so you’ve got time to be dead ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤
Carly: yay 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡
Carly: dead excited to prove myself
Bartley: You who offered, moody
Carly: you’ve a whole year to work out for yourself when I’m being serious
Bartley: I already know the answer to that
Carly: u so dont
Bartley: Yeah I do, you’re never bloody serious, that’s your problem, girl
Carly: youd not handle me if I was
Bartley: That a threat of 😤 or 😭?
Carly: Id reckon its a reminder of when I tried to talk to you serious at the party & your eyes near fell out your head for the size they went
Bartley: You didn’t mean to say it, was being polite ignoring it
Carly: k eejit youre never polite, your problem
Bartley: Oh, so you let that pair walk all over you but I’m the rude one, how’s that work
Carly: yous can all be, sure, enough of it to go round, hows that?
Bartley: It don’t, you’ve no sense or shame to let him act like that just because you reckon him pretty
Carly: i know ive not, everybody knows ive not
Bartley: You could, you’re not totally braindead
Carly: i feel it
Bartley: act it out enough times for it to be all you hear, sure you do
Carly: it was all i heard before I acted up any time
Bartley: It’s not totally your fault
Carly: remember I go weird when youre nice
Bartley: yeah, don’t stop you having a go the rest of the time, weirdo
Carly: 👶😭 what go like?
Bartley: You can only take a joke off Moses when you want him to fuck you
Carly: hes no jokes when he wants to fuck me or he don’t
Carly: the lad’s loads of things but not gas
Bartley: I never said he was funny
Carly: it werent about him making us laugh
Bartley: no shit
Carly: y talk about moses when it only makes you 😤😠
Bartley: You made it so its all that’s to be said when your name comes up
Carly: wow k then
Bartley: What? You know it’s true
Carly: i never knew that was all you had to say to me but theres us told
Bartley: If you wanted to be mates with us, you wouldn’t have done what you have
Carly: right yea ill be off 😶💚👋
Bartley: For fuck’s sake, can’t you just admit that you did wrong, like
Carly: i have
Carly: what else are you after 🩸🙏📿?
Bartley: A sorry you don’t stick to don’t mean anything, you know
Bartley: You lot never do
Carly: wes done w each other, me & moses, I’m sticking to it
Carly: & ro’s just a friend now
Bartley: Believe it when I see it, yeah
Bartley: You can’t expect everyone to be convinced of that yet
Carly: take long as you need 🤠
Bartley: Whatever, you never listen to good advice
Carly: give it & maybe i’ll
Bartley: You want to do what you’ve done and are gonna keep doing
Bartley: why should I even bother
Carly: you’re not listening yourself I said ⬆️
Carly: but don’t bother w me & my 🍃🌱 if youre no believer in it
Bartley: Prove us wrong, no one’d be happier for you to stop fucking things up
Carly: k 💚
Bartley: K yourself, nightmare
Carly: don’t call me that
Bartley: calm down
Carly: no
Carly: you sound like him & youre not
Bartley: I’m so sorry I’m not him, Jesus
Carly: you shouldnt b sorry
Carly: nobody is after you being him
Bartley: He’s a bit of a liability but he’ll come round, probably
Carly: I hope he does to yous all
Bartley: There’s only so wild people will put up with but he’s not like that bad
Bartley: long as he’s grafting, not fucking with other people’s families, he’ll not be going anywhere
Carly: yea, he’ll come grand once he grows up
Bartley: Still be a gobshite and a poser but you know
Bartley: worse crimes
Carly: yous lads have all committed them
Bartley: Not my family, not like his, their daddy lets them get away with all the stuff he still wants to
Carly: don’t start me on their daddy, I know my place that much
Bartley: Don’t be grim, or accuse him of that sort of carry on, people get strung up by their balls for less
Carly: not me who hes carrying on with if hes round this caravan
Bartley: There you go, how can any of them be expected to carry themselves with respect when he’s their example
Bartley: If their mammy had any backbone yours would be without hers, you don’t make it that obvious, in front of her and everyone she’s to live with, feeling sorry for her
Carly: sure, ive no argument there, sorry if youre expecting 1
Bartley: I know you don’t like yours as much as she reckons it so
Carly: I like her how any girl of my age does her mammy, problem lies in her not wanting to act the part
Bartley: or her age
Bartley: I’ve seen you go all dead when she’s acting the maggot, it’s pure shaming, no one proper blames you for her being that mental
Carly: everyone instead reckons i take after her id rather the blame
Bartley: It’s just the same as them, how are you to be better, you’ve no daddy to take the pair of yous in hand either
Carly: Im not mental though
Carly: whatever else I am im not, k? Youve to know that’s so
Bartley: I didn’t say you were, only as a joke
Carly: i cant laugh @ it sorry
Bartley: Alright, alright
Bartley: you’re hanging, I get it
Carly: I hate that youve 👀 me away 💀👻
Bartley: The others don’t notice, not that they’ve ever said and it’d be a weird thing for me to bring up to ‘em
Carly: whyve you?
Bartley: I dunno
Carly: if youre to be looking @ me im to put more effort into being prettier 💄💅✨
Bartley: you’re not
Carly: i know im not thats where the effort is 🎀
Bartley: Leave off with that, you know what I meant
Carly: are you leaving off 👀?
Bartley: I weren’t looking through your window at night, don’t make it sound weird
Carly: its weird u know something they all dont but no surprise
Bartley: Maybe Ro knows, seeing as you twos are so close these days
Bartley: wouldn’t be after telling you if he did
Carly: wes further apart than ever these days but thats my own fault so
Carly: theres only ali who ive let 👀 can’t stop her same as you
Bartley: You can’t stop me
Carly: I dont want to
Bartley: There you go then
Carly: what do you want boy?
Bartley: you talking my ear off, what do you want, girl
Carly: if that was true youd of stayed w me @ the party not your girl [her name]
Bartley: I were being polite, you’ve already been told
Carly: you don’t like me when im high
Bartley: Not really, no
Carly: but I don’t myself when im sober
Bartley: I’ve seen it before, you’re too young and not a bloke
Carly: idk how to make you understand what youve not seen
Bartley: Probably not my business, you don’t have to
Carly: probably cant be inviting you to look in my windows or you’ll be 😤😠 @ me
Bartley: You like mental, even if you don’t wanna be called it
Carly: nobody likes for proper mental
Bartley: nah?
Carly: im not after being locked up where ali’s brother is
Bartley: that’s a bit different, Carls
Carly: i dont feel no different to it unless i take something that changes how
Bartley: They reckon he killed her, you’ve never done nothing like that, don’t be stupid
Carly: he never she killed herself & sometimes I get why you know
Bartley: you’re not to say things like that
Carly: im no catholic saying or doing isnt off limits
Bartley: We’re right and that’s wrong though
Carly: is it?
Bartley: Yes, you twat, shut up about it
Carly: see, you dont like us when I’m not high neither
Bartley: Why would you say that? Nothing is that bad, is it
Carly: cos
Carly: idk [her mum] had this fella round whos bad enough & i thought hed away when i took myself off w ali but hes no moved himself all that far
Bartley: Go on, what’s his craic?
Carly: - craic
Bartley: Yeah but
Bartley: you seem scared or like, idk
Carly: im too tired to b on how she wants or turn him off hows needed 🥱😴
Bartley: Get him to go outside for a smoke or something
Bartley: just give me a bit, to sort it, yeah
Carly: im not bringing my trouble to you
Carly: no, like
Bartley: We’ve all sisters and nieces here, why do we want that sort on our site
Carly: hes been told im older theyre all of them lied to shes my big sister or best mate, its her craic
Bartley: She’s delusional, he’s got eyes
Carly: men use em to see what suits not whats real
Bartley: Not proper men
Carly: come on shes never filling this caravan up with proper men
Bartley: She can’t be trusted with anything, obviously
Carly: ill go back out idc
Bartley: For God’s sake
Carly: youre invited unless youve work on tomorrow
Bartley: you can’t just bring that up and then drop it like that
Carly: I can’t do fuck all else & im to be sure not letting you
Bartley: I wouldn’t on my own, I’m not thick, I told you give me a second
Carly: you might still be hurt hes a grown man & youre not no older than me
Bartley: No I won’t, I know how to fight, tah
Carly: idk that he dont too, catch yourself on, will u
Bartley: he’s to be outnumbered, calm yourself down
Carly: rich of you telling us to be calm when youre about to 💪🥊🤕
Carly: stop yourself please
Bartley: why should we?
Carly: i said please
Bartley: You should want it handled, why would you not
Carly: how you mean to handle it’ll knock me 🤢🤮 worrying over you
Bartley: None of us will get hurt and he shan’t come back, whatever lies your mammy is telling, it’s easy
Carly: its my fault if any of yous do & even if it werent i care whatever happens
Carly: more than I ever am about where that fella puts himself
Bartley: Why would you tell me and then say we can’t do anything about it
Carly: idk 😵💫 i didnt mean to
Bartley: For God’s sake, girl
Carly: I’m sorry
Bartley: Forget it just get out of there and go find Ali
Carly: shes busy or id not have left her
Bartley: go sit in [the communal middle bit where they have the bonfires and whatnot, you know where I mean] then
Carly: [do and send a pic from there, not of you because you don’t wanna show yourself in the state you’re clearly in, but so he knows you’re there]
Bartley: Alright, good
Carly: i’m doing what im told you have to yourself & not have a scrap w my ma’s latest
Bartley: I shouldn’t listen to you, by all rights
Carly: but youre decent, a good boy
Bartley: Calling me that isn’t helping your case, like
Carly: what’ll I call you then like?
Bartley: Call you a pisstaker
Carly: idm id have heard worse if i stayed in
Bartley: you’ve not convinced me not doing anything is the right thing to do
Carly: do something else & you’ll quit thinking about it
Bartley: I shan’t
Carly: im grand now
Bartley: You could’ve put some clothes on, you’ll freeze
Carly: where are you even 👀 from? fuck
Bartley: out my window, which is the opposite of what you said, don’t act like I’ve got a hockey mask and a baseball bat
Carly: don’t look @ me for the now how about 😳
Bartley: You need a blanket, something
Carly: im no going in for it id sooner 🥶
Bartley: [throw one out of your window, can’t just come out, obviously]
Carly: [go grab it and wrap it around yourself while stood right next to his window, could just wait til you’re back seated so he can’t see you as well but obviously we’re not gonna do that]
Bartley: [doing the smallest wave as if you are locked in here, stepping back and out of sight after a pause like that’s enough]
Carly: [doing an oh you kind of lol before she heads back to where she was before, looking over her shoulder as she’s walking though cos you know he’s still lurking even if you can’t see him]
Carly: 💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚
Carly: still idk what to do w how sweet u can be
Bartley: I’m not sweet and I know what it’s shorthand for
Carly: i dont tell us
Bartley: Yeah you do and it’s why you go for lads like Mosey who aren’t sweet
Carly: i got wrong reckoning he was or could be
Bartley: That’s the mammy in you, reckoning he could do no wrong when he’s so sweet when he wants something
Carly: nah its the little girl in us he said hed protect me & I so bad wanted him to
Bartley: He were never after that, don’t think it’s important to
Carly: im stupid
Bartley: if you’d have known, wouldn’t have half the success rate he does, you’re not the only one who falls for it
Carly: 1 of these days youll answer that I’m not 🎱🔮
Bartley: one of these days, you’ll act it, yeah
Carly: took the blanket for a start
Bartley: It’s a start
Carly: & your 👋💚
Bartley: You were doing your best Samara impression, be why
Bartley: 😶 not move on else
Carly: k you hate being called sweet enough to b after me taking it back 🍋💔
Bartley: A bit like your costume
Carly: was gonna do her from the exorcist but it felt like tempting fate for 🤢🤮
Bartley: Be gas to see your head do a 360 though
Carly: oh would it now
Carly: im fair flexible but idk if id go that far
Bartley: Not an 🦉
Carly: ill do you that carry on when shes off down the stairs
Bartley: 🤣 will ya now
Carly: yea
Bartley: Wait ‘til the next party, would look pure nuts doing it out there on your own
Carly: wait til im somewhere w for proper stairs
Bartley: can’t call anything ‘round here more than steps, true enough
Carly: maybe for your birthday 🎁
Bartley: Where are we after going with stairs then 😏
Carly: id say ali’s but your girl would probably be there & outshine me w her 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨
Bartley: You don’t need to call her that just ‘cos we can’t remember her name
Carly: shes that cos shes after you so bad
Carly: her name’s [whatever it is]
Bartley: Only for the night
Carly: all the nights yous are in the same place
Bartley: And how often do I find myself at 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨ shit, girl?
Carly: you liked it at ali’s did you not? & you wasnt behaving so as youd never be invited again
Bartley: She’s decent craic, sure
Carly: ali or [this gal]
Bartley: Ali
Bartley: I don’t know about her family, mind
Carly: i told you her sisters not well like
Bartley: I know, I know
Carly: she hates me but the rest are decent themselves
Bartley: She wants Ali back, to be sure
Carly: course id have her to myself too if there was any say to be had in it
Bartley: Alright, gay
Carly: the girl’s magic ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮
Bartley: As bad as Ronan, you are
Carly: why arent u?
Bartley: What do you mean?
Carly: y dont you fancy her?
Bartley: ‘Cos Ro does
Carly: did you before you knew about ro?
Bartley: He has for ages, not exactly subtle
Bartley: She’s pretty, sure, but you don’t do that to mates, nor family
Carly: k true enough
Bartley: I’d say you were about equal, anyway, you know
Carly: what? ah no
Bartley: why not
Carly: why would that be so?
Bartley: I dunno, you’re different but the same
Carly: I wish we were the same
Bartley: Are you jealous of her?
Carly: I’m too happy for her
Carly: but its shite i cant b as happy for myself as well
Bartley: Dunno why you girls can never be happy with yourselves
Carly: it isnt only for how pretty she is though
Carly: its how smart & nice & brave & loads else ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮
Carly: & for her family, all she has
Bartley: Don’t all that make you like her less
Bartley: a 🤏
Carly: no, shes never looking down @ us how id probably if I had all she does
Bartley: suppose not
Bartley: Is the smug cunts who are the worst, aye
Carly: you 👀 the girl over her fence?
Bartley: Yeah, nearly shit myself, she were proper giving it The Ring vibes, her
Bartley: nosy neighbours is one big reason not to have a house
Carly: youre making us wanna watch it now boy chuck your 📺 out
Bartley: bit more rock and roll when they weren’t flatscreen
Bartley: We could watch it, if you lot want to hang out like proper friends, me, you, Ro & Ali
Carly: 📺❤️📼💛🍿💚
Bartley: Something like that
Carly: ill find my hairbrush out before to not scare yous
Bartley: and no pea soup if we watch The Exorcist too
Carly: pissing myself on your carpet would be - craic too but its k ill not be out here in your blanket til then hed not the stamina to have
Bartley: If he’s not gone by [a time we’re deeming too late for her to be outside by] I swear
Carly: oh hes laying down the law
Carly: are you to be my brother or my daddy now?
Bartley: Behave yourself, it isn’t funny, all this
Carly: am like a 🐶 left out sure enough
Bartley: She’s such a
Bartley: you shouldn’t have to do this
Carly: [excuse me being EVIL by saying this man comes outside to smoke and is literally and blatantly chatting Carly up like she isn’t 12 years old, here not replying because we’re here going dead again while this man is the most grim]
Bartley: [not you having to rush out so dramatically this man is gonna be shook until he sees you’re just a teenage boy, coming over and putting your arm around her shoulder like come on, get up, trying not to look at or acknowledge this creep right now because you’re blatantly fuming]
Carly: [this poor girl has left the building because you just know that gross man was too in her grill and touching her and I’m soz we cannot, purely moving because this boy is moving her rn, the audacity of her mother and the boyfriends she picks]
Bartley: [direct her into your caravan via holding her shoulders, this man better hush because if this boy has to fight you, his fam will come out and fuck you up, gotta know where you are, honey; sit this girl down on your sofa like all that’s happened is a change of seat and your jaw isn’t clenched so tight you feel like it’s stuck that way]
Carly: [get back inside to the age appropriate lady or leave sir those are your choices, you can’t be that stupid, god only knows how long poor Carly will stay put before she’s finally back in the room and then is hugging her knees to her chest, still wrapped in this blanket, and risking a look at this boy like he’s gonna be mad at her instead of the fucked up circumstances in which she finds herself through no fault of her own]
Bartley: [not really helping you think otherwise with our face like thunder over this but can’t help being that bitch I’m afraid, the way we kept glaring out the window ‘til that dude went away and are now just pacing lowkey, putting the telly on, as you pass and clearly catch her eye, like that is the most comforting thing you can manage in these circumstances]
Carly: [looking away from this boy SO immediately when he catches your eye because genuinely feel like a kicked dog in this moment as if everything is your fault and you’ve done the wrong thing over and over again from the second you got back from having fun with Alison ‘he’s gone, I’ll myself’ taking this blanket off and trying to neatly fold it but you’re all shaky and upset so you can’t and it feels like an impossible task ‘sorry’ as if it’s for the folding fail and not everything]
Bartley: [the ‘wait’ coming out a bit too fast and loud, so you’re going redder than your mad face already is because don’t want her to think you’re scared of this man, kicking this blanket aside because I highly doubt you’re neat, you’re teenage boys with your own space lmao and you could not care less about said blanket right now ‘just chill’ as if that’s an easily achievable thing]
Carly: [when it makes you jump because it’s sudden and loud and you didn’t expect him to say it or anything in fact and that makes you feel even more embarrassed and sad than you already do, like there are literal tears coming to this girl’s eyes about it that she’s trying not to shed in front of this angry boy ‘I can’t’ so quietly because you dare not express how !! and true that is when you already think he thinks you’re mentally ill ‘I’d-’ stopping yourself cos you were about to say something about needing to get drunk/high again there and you know he hates it and doesn’t understand ‘I can’t’]
Bartley: [‘please don’t’ when you’re saying please but you’re also wincing because you in no way know how to handle this or what you’re meant to do now she’s here and so are you ‘you’re to tell her never again’ as if this is a thing that will work because got to say something and it should be a warning she listens to ‘or I will’]
Carly: [‘I’ve tried for years and years’ in that resigned way of you have and it hasn’t changed anything ‘at the first, I think I was 10, Christ knows how old I looked to him’ with a shrug because you do know, you aren’t a girl who looks older and that’s the tea]
Bartley: [just cursing this man out in your own language, as well as all the others before, under your breath but so angrily ‘you’d be better off without her’ as the thing you say in English and more directly to her]
Carly: [when you probably understand most if not all of what he’s saying anyway because you’ve always lived here and thus have picked it up like a 2nd language basically ‘she’s my ma, still’ said like whether she acts it or not because she absolutely never does but you have love for her and want her to nevertheless]
Bartley: [the noise of scorn that honestly deserves at this point, ma’am, shaking our head because ‘my point remains’ throwing yourself down into the armchair/other sofa because a lot of pent up emotions and nowhere to put them right now so having to do everything in a dramatic fashion]
Carly: [‘without her I don’t know where I’d be’ because truly where would they put you gal ‘except not here, sure look, maybe that’d be better but I’m not after going off’ just like this is my home soz everyone]
Bartley: [still shaking your head, shrug your shoulders, only stopping shaking your head when you put in your hands and breathe out in frustration]
Carly: [‘yeah’ like yeah I know, cos we’re frustrated by our lot in life too sir but we don’t feel like there is anything we can do to change it other than the unhealthy coping mechanisms we have]
Bartley: [‘your room have a lock on it?’ in such a matter of fact, resigned kind of tone because you don’t know what else you can do right now]
Carly: [shake your head because you’re not the sort of girl to be doing DIY like that to keep yourself safe, Ali is but you’ve clearly not expressed how badly you need one and it’s not every dude your mother brings home who’s acting like this ‘but I’ve the bathroom’ like that’s fine]
Bartley: [looking at her like no it is not before looking to the TV you put on as if you’re watching it remotely ‘we’ll put one on’]
Carly: [looking at him only when he’s looking at the TV despite the fact we all know he can feel it ‘okay’ quietly cos we’re accepting this not fighting him on it or saying anything bants etc]
Bartley: [not looking back, just nodding because can’t commit to any more, switching the channel, to something you can at least say you want to watch, opposed to whatever just came on when you put this telly on]
Carly: [getting up to go like you can just quietly slip out like a little ghost as though you were never here but obvs stopping before you get to the door and turning back like - because you wanna thank him for what he did but you don’t know how to because it feels SO big, literally nobody cares about this girl but Alison and that cannot be overstated ‘you are decent, a good boy’ said sincerely like no bants or lies detected]
Bartley: [looking over at her like you did not just say that but you can’t help but do a little smirk, almost as if it’s against your will with how tiny it is but still, rubbing the back of your neck ‘away with you now’]
Carly: [doing a lil smile back because she can’t help that either ‘you’re not to watch me’ like he’s gonna be at the window lurking until she’s inside when it’s not far to go at all, but ofc said like he absolutely can and she doesn’t mind because she doesn’t and in fact wants him to, wrapping her arms around herself in preparation for how cold it’ll be outside and how much she doesn’t really wanna head back there cos her mum will either be in a mood this man has left and wanting to overshare about it or her bestie as per and wanting to keep the party going and neither is the wanted vibe]
Bartley: [flipping her off for calling you a stalker but you’re grinning back more openly so she knows you’re all good here, even if you know what her mother is like and do not envy her going back, you can’t offer her an alternative ‘take the blanket’ as a throwaway comment as she hugs herself because it do be chilly]
Carly: [doing the kind of pure and happy lol she did at bonfire night which is usually reserved for Ali only and/or being high as she slips out of the door, waving off his blanket offer like no no I couldn’t possibly ‘it’s yours’ as if he needs it more here for his TV watching]
Bartley: I’ll get you a lock after work tomorrow
Carly: 🔒💚
Carly: ill sleep for the knowing of it
Bartley: I’m glad, go get some, said you were tired
Carly: you’ve work ill let you get your head down bb
Bartley: 👌
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