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✧ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | nico hischier ♔
summary: y/n is a famous singer and on a couple of interviews, her love for the swiss hockey man comes out. or, two times y/n talked about nico hischier in an interview/on a talk show and one time he talked about her.
warnings: um, gross foods and a tiny mention of gagging.
notes: i wanted to do a third interview but i didn't want to write it really so if you want to imagine it it's the james corden carpool karaoke with niall horan and when they do a lie detector test, james and niall ask about nico. also I'm sorry, i think this is mainly dialogue and i tried to make it so it wasn't but it's an interview so that's kind of hard. pretend the niall video came out in the past year. definitely not proofread because it's two in the morning and i am delierious and have no energy to go back and edit so don't make fun of me, thanks bye! :) also let me know if you want a part two of when they actually meet or get together. part two is out!
publish date: 10/30/23
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Jimmy Fallon - Mad Libs Theater ➺ reference video here!
“Welcome back, I’m hanging out with y/n y/l/n! Her new album is streaming every, apple music, Spotify, you name it. Uh, y/n I want to do something fun with you and act out a dramatic scene, but first, we have to fill in the blanks. It is time for Mad Lib Theater.”
The intro of Mad Lib Theater plays and y/n readjusts herself on the seat to look at Jimmy, “Alright. So here’s how this works. I’m going to ask you for some silly words - nouns, verbs, adjectives, et cetera - and they’ll all be written onto our cue cards here, as we’re doing this. And then we’re gonna act out a dramatic Mad Libs scene. Are you ready for this?”
“Thank god I went to fourth grade.”
Jimmy laughs along with the audience and uncaps the marker, “Okay. Here we go. I want a noun that starts with a C.”
“Candle.”
“Candle’s good. Adjective.”
“Sweaty.”
“Type of bug.”
“Mosquito.”
“Animal.”
“Elephant.”
“A chain restaurant.”
“Chipotle. I used to work there.”
“Chipotle?”
“Yeah.”
Jimmy continues, “Noun.”
“Jersey.”
“Like New Jersey or a sports Jersey?”
“Oh, uh New Jersey.”
“A kitchen appliance.”
“Spatula.”
“A plural noun.”
“Buildings.”
“Sophisticated.”
“I know right.”
“Another animal.”
“A yack.”
“One of the Seven Dwarfs.”
“Dopey.” She looks into the audience and winks.
“Celebrity name.”
“Taylor Swift. I love Taylor!”
“Name me a number,”
“13.”
“Just 13, 13-”
“1386.”
“Type of profession.”
“Hockey player.”
“Hockey player? Okay.”
“Wow! Speed round. Here we go. Another plural noun.”
“Mooses?”
“Uh, okay. Body part. Watch it.”
“Elbow.”
“Phrase that you would say if you bumped into Leonardo DiCaprio on the street.”
The audience starts yelling, lots of fans of y/n knowing how much she loves this movie as it takes her no time to come up with an answer, “Why did you let go, Jack? You should have stayed on the door. You should’ve got on the door.”
“Why did you let go, Jack? There was room for you on the door.” Y/n repeats herself for the man as he writes down her answer.
“Another noun.” Y/n’s flustered, “You do this one.”
“Burrito.”
“Burrito, okay.”
“Type of drink.”
“Bloody Mary.”
“Another celebrity.”
“Elizabeth Olsen.”
“Verb ending in i-n-g.”
“Slaying.”
Jimmy busts out laughing, “Slaying. This is fun doing Mad Libs with you.”
“What you’d shout if you sat down in a wet seat.”
“Fudge that’s wet.”
“‘Fudge that’s wet?’ I love you.”
“First concert you ever attended.”
“Madonna.”
“Wow. Madonna. You know what, that makes sense.”
“A professional athlete.”
Without any hesitation, y/n blurts out, “Nico Hischier.”
“What?”
Y/n hides her increasingly growing red cheeks, “He’s my favorite hockey player. He’s the captain of the New Jersey Devils.”
There were some hockey or Devils fans in the crowd and they let out a couple of cheers. Jimmy wiggles his eyebrows at the girl before continuing, “Another verb ending in I-N-G.”
“Blushing.”
“Yes, very good. You’re blushing right now.”
Y/n laughs, “Two words that rhyme.”
“Swiss. Kiss.”
“A long, silly word.”
“Iridocyclitis!” A man shouts from the audience.
“What?!
“Is that a disease? Is that an actual-”
“Yeah, what is that?”
Jimmy attempts to spell out a word.
“Iridocyclitis. Yeah, of course. Alright, now, we’ve filled out the words for our scene. Good look to our cue card. So sorry, Roman. Are you ready to perform our scene?”
“I don’t know now.”
“Let’s go let’s do this.”
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Jimmy and y/n stand on the building after coming out in superhero costumes, “Am I green?”
“No, yeah, you’re green. Yeah, you’re green. I’m red.”
“Candle girl! What are you doing here?!”
“Oh, hello, Captain Sweaty.”
“Please call me by my nickname, Mr. Mosquito.”
“I’m here for the same reason you are here - to rescue the elephant stuck on the roof of this Chipotle.”
“I knew there was trouble tonight when I saw my signal in the sky- a light projected in the shape of… New Jersey.”
“Well, using our powers this rescue should be simple. I’m faster than a speeding spatula, and everything I touch turns to buildings.” Y/n says before Jimmy responds, “I have the agility of a yak. And when I get really dopey, I turn into Taylor Swift.”
Y/n starts laughing, unable to control herself, “Wow. I must tell you, my back story is complicated. When I was 1386 years old, I was… I was once bitten by a hockey player.”
She then spits out more laughter and doubles over to hold her stomach, “Oh my- Oh my god. And ever since, I’ve been able to emanate mooses from my elbow.”
“Why did you let go, Jack?” Jimmy holds his hand out before y/n places her own on his shoulder, “I know. It’s amazing, but with great power comes great burrito.” Both of the two laugh beofre controlling themselves and continuing the scene.
“Your story reminds me of my own. I became a superhero after I fell into a tub of radioactive bloody Mary. But listen. We must complete this rescue. In the trapped elephant’s collar, there’s a USB drive that contains images of Elizabeth Olsen slaying.”
Y/n snorts and covers her mouth quickly before laughing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought it’d be much worse.”
“And as a warning, I do have one weakness.”
“What is it?”
“Madonna.”
“That’s okay. Just remember what Professor Nico Hischier told us. He said if we’re ever in a situation like this,” Jimmy pulls out a gold button, “You press this button, and we will both immediately start blushing. Here we go.”
Y/n laughs and the two start slapping their cheeks for them to redden, “Our blushing is causing the elephant to be saved.”
She looks at Jimmy and then the cue cards and shakes her head, “Swiss kiss! We did it!”
“Yes, let’s high-five and say the secret superhero catchphrase on ‘three’. One, two, three.”
They both squint in an attempt to read the word, “Iri-dira-calaptus.”
“Dude!”
“Yeah!”
“And scene!”
The two laugh as the scene ends and Jimmy tries to get his words out, “My thanks to y/n y/l/n.”
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James Corden - Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts ➺ reference video here!
The theme music plays as the camera cuts to James, Ewan, Niall, and y/n sitting at a table with a rotating top and a bunch of food laid on it.
“Okay. so let’s take a look at the food that we have here.” James proceeds to spin the top of the table to showcase the food, “We have a salmon smoothie. A beef tongue.”
Ewan sticks his tongue out and makes a noise causing y/n to laugh as she holds her napkin up to her face, “This is disgusting.”
“Bird saliva.” The audience yells in disgust and Niall makes a whiffing motion with his hands, “The smell just gets stronger and stronger.”
“A scorpion. Fish head. Hot sauce. “
“Is that safe to do hot sauce?” Ewan asks as he looks towards James, “We’re gonna find out.”
“And finally, bull penis.”
“Yay!” Y/n claps.
“So here’s how this works. Ewan and I will be asking questions to Niall and y/n. Now if someone on your team chooses not to answer their question, you both will have to eat the disgusting food. Have we got it?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, Niall-” y/n cuts in quickly, “I’m already mad.”
“You’re up first. Niall, I am going to giv eyou-”
Niall points, “Please don’t do that. My acid reflex will freak out.”
“Please don’t. Not the scorpion.”
“The salmon smoothie.” Y/n squels.
“Here is your question, So if you answer the question you don’t have to eat, if you don’t answer the qeustion, you both have to have a big glug of the salmon smoothie.” Niall laughs, “I don’t know what I’m more nervous about, the question or the smoothie.”
“Well, I’ve just seen the question and I think it might be the question. Niall, who is your least favorite member or One Direction?”
Niall swears but the bleep covers it as he goes to clink smoothies with y/n. Y/n looks at him, “I think you should drink, I am not your publicist, but I don’t know that you should.”
“I think I might and just take the daily mail hit tomorrow, and throw out a crap answer. I’m trying to help y/n.” The said girl laughs and hits him, “If it’ll help you out, I’ll drink it.”
“Don’t think of your teammate, think of your life.”
“What do you think, Nial are you going to go salmon-”
Y/n places the napkin around Niall’s neck to make a bib, “Yeah for future life, yeah, I think I will go with this.” The two pick up smoothies and drink them, well attempt to drink them.
James hands them spoons and they both put it in their mouths. Y/n immediately gags and goes to spit it in the trash, getting some in her hair. James and Ewan immediately burst into laughter as they watch the two.
Ewan looks at y/n, “Are you alright?”
“It is not so of the taste, it’s the texture. It;s like having salmon yogurt.” James looks at y/n, “Oh and there is some in the hair to keep for later. Right, so now y/n, you will ask your question to me.”
“Oh well, well, well.”
“Which would you like me and Ewan to have?”
“Have a look at the question first.” Niall leans over to help y/n, it was honestly like having a brother and sister team up agains someone.
“Oh, wow. Getting tactical.”
“Oh, he is going to eat. I know– Scorpion.” Y/n turns the table so the scorpion sits in the front of the two men on the other side.
“Scorpion. I think that is the easiest one.”
“Well, yeah, you say that until it is in your face.”
“Your question is, James, name one artist who you have turned down for carpool karaoke.” The crowd lets out a bunch of oos, “How long have you got?”
“Cheers mate,” James cheers with Ewan and the eat the scropion, seemingly without any problem.
“What is y/n going to eat?”
“I think I’m going for the tongue.”
“And it’s one each. You have to eat the whole tongue.” Y/n looks at him disbelief and he just shakes his head, “I’m just kidding.”
“Oh this is quite a cute one. Y/n you once said you had a favorite hockey player, Nico Hischier, is it true you might have a crush on the Swiss man?”
Y/n immediately blushes and places her head in her hands as everyone laughs, “Oh come on, this is an easy one.”
“Oh shit.” The bleep censors the word as y/n looks at the tongue, “Yes, it’s true. I do have a crush on Nico Hischier.”
The whole crowd goes wild and Niall playfully hits her on the arm, “Niall what would you like to give Ewan?”
“Ewan you’re up. Truthfully, all I’ve been thinking about is that saliva. Surely the question gets better.”
“It does. Sorry, boys.”
“Jeez, again, back to the bird saliva.”
Y/n looks at the boys, “How do they get it?” James and Ewan playfully try to mimic on what they think happens.
Niall pulls out the card and y/n reads it, immediately bursting into laughter, “This is the greatest question ever.”
The Irish man looks up at Ewan with a grin on his face, “Ewan, have you ever shit your pants?”
Everyone laughs uncontroloblly for at least 30 seconds, “The show is only an hour, Ewan.”
“I mean I could lie, there is only one or two people that would know.”
“I am really enjoying this.”
“Well, I guess, yeah.”
“Hand on, wait how old were you?”
“Well, I was very young at the time.”
“No, no there didn’t have any age in there, did it.” Ewan defends.
“Well, we’ve all technicaly shit our pants as babies.” Y/n looks at the man.
“That is all I was referring to. I might have shit my pants in the 90s one time.”
“Ewan McGregor. Spilling it.”
“Okay, Niall I am going to give you guys.”
“Please not the hot sauce.”
“Some beef tongue, are you ready. Okay.”
“I’m going to have to eat this, aren’t I?”
“Niall, you have dated both Selena Gomex adn Ellie Goulding. It is your last night on Earth, who would you rather spend it with?”
“Just it doesn’t hurt anyone.” Y/n says, “Y/n’s going ‘it doesn’t hurt anyone’.”
Niall places his arm on the girl’s chair, “I’m afraid it does, love.”
“The trouble is, is that it’s not relaly your last night so someone’s gonna be upset tomorrow.”
“Okay, I would, cause it’s the last night on Eart, Ellie is a big fan of planet Earth by David Attenborough so I would sit and watch that with her and for that reason, Ellie Goulding.”
“Y/n it is your turn, you now will ask me a question and select a food.”
“You know what, you guys seem so keen on the beef tongue, giving it to us time and time again, so we will get revenge. James, you are definetly going to eat that, so have you got your knife and for ready.”
“Yup.”
“Which Late Night Host do you prefer, Kimmel or Fallon?”
“That’s tricky. Oh, dear are we eating this?” The two bite into the tongue and y/n gags as she watches them.
“That was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. Big thanks to Y/n Y/l/n, Niall Horan, and Ewan McGregor, we’ll be right back, everybody!”
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Nico Hischier on Y/n Y/l/n on a random post-game interview
“So Nico, I hate to ask you about this but there’s been these videos floatinga round about y/n y/l/n talking about you, have you heard about this?”
Nico nods his head as he looks at the interviewer, “Yeah, actually I have. Jack actually showed me this video and let me tell you, that was the last thing I was expecting.”
“Everyone is dying to know after she came out and explicitly stated that she liked you, do you like her, or at least have a tiny crush on her?”
“Yeah, well you know, I haven’t actually met her so I can’t say I like her but I do think she’s cute and that’s all I’m going to say about this.”
The interviewer nods, “Thanks, Nico.”
#sunnylunespeaks#sunny lune writes#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#nico hischier x you#singer!reader#fem!reader#nhl#hockey
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right back at ya cowboy
Omg ella I'm so sorry I was gonna do this "later" and then it got buried. OK. I clicked. EDIT: I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM DOUBLE SORRY lol imma expose my ramble draft
[So in case someone's reading this thinking ???? we sometimes throw a spinning wheel of songs at each other and then just go rambling yelling analysing whatever it gives back. I've kept track with this tag, feel free to copy any of them wheels links and go off or bug someone with it actually pls do]
Oh you mean that song I for some reason like some total idiot put on first thing in the morning and just bawl my eyes out, you know when its so early you're just so vulnerable and everything feels raw and there's no thoughts just something primal happens and it's me drowning myself in this song and then the day can start I guess am I fine nobody knows. It's now my Saturday morning ritual where before coffee I see some sun and I just bawl there's something therapeutic about it. I'd recommend it. Just some sun some coffee brewin some confused pet wondering if you're OK yeah.
Anyway. The song I can place extremely easily in like "1d ended and it sucked" context, but it works with a lot. whatever I can think of him, or anyone, writing about, whatever it means to me. (general Louis' songwriting ramble incoming:) I'm looking at FITF differently compared to Walls and previous work and he's approached it differently, I feel like what he's been saying about his discography fits that as well. I think (this is a mash of what i think to hear in his lyrics and in interviews, so heavy paraphrasing:) before he had this idea he should be writing where the whole thing makes sense to be about this one situation/idea and it has to be about him too and sure perhaps a context might have been written around it, but i think in the past hes been pretty perfectionist on having every single line fit the thing he was thinking of what that song is, and now thats no longer the case. Now it's whatever works, whatever hits, feels, does it. It doesn't matter one thought/situation flows into another.
I guess that was a long rambley way of saying I wanna do line by line lyric analyses of his stuff but I don't know how to make that work as it did previously, for me at least. But on the other by temporarily running with one interpretation and seeing what you can find in the lines can really help see more angles, bring more depth to the line, and consider other meanings and stuff so.. idk not much wrong with it. I wanna do that too I think. This is I guess A Promise I'll do a Holding On To Heartache lyric breakdown. At Some Point. :D
But I think his choices of words and soundscapes and perhaps all them being little references are just wonderful. I cherish it so much. I'm slightly afraid he did the same in Perfect Now (like after seeing a web of possible perfect now lyrical referencing that song did become one of my favs as I love that idea like it gives so much more body depth meaning whatever to a song to me even if not on purpose lol its not even relevant at that point anymore anyway) and long term didn't value it much so now I'm afraid my new little more poppy fav will be his new neglected child but time will tell. Just... have an itch. Rip. EDIT yeah that itch got worse because of the track by track we got now.. it's got that bit about HOTH being a poppy one and the way he's talking about it sigh i feel him but sigh also hes sigh i dont wannt start that discourse over that shit so no. but itch. I uh... luckily don't let how I interpret his reactions to his own songs affect the way I feel about his own songs haha brainpayne this.
ok ok ok last ramble it sounds so fucking liquid? so wet?? how do I explain this why does it sound w e t EDIT: help me he said the sound is like a guitar under water like he's drowning it's flooding we're in a puddle of tears this song, it's what makes me bawl I think, because the song sounds like bawling, and your cheeks are puffed up and we,t and you find a moment of quiet and stare up at the sky with your wet lashes exhausted defeated but you're still here you're still breathing. Also the bridge with the "space between us just comes FLOODING back" at the end of it, it's not the bit that hits the hardest in an obvious way, instead it kinda gets overlooked a way, theres no moment to sit and waddle in the SHIT FLOODING BACK RIGHT THERE it just goes right into the quiet bit again,there's no time given to recover from getting crushed by the wavesm and it just does something to me... I can't leave that bit as the little end of a big thought it sounds like, but the way its sung... time just keeps ticking and we're at the end. I'm almost sure that wasn't intentional and like @ me why focus on this of all the overwhelm that's in this song, but that just feels like a reflection of the feeling I get from this song, you're just fucking sitting there in the middle of this overwhelming ache these waves of hurt and shit just moves on and youre just there stuck there with but i wasn't done? But I guess I should be? Like there's no room for me drowning in this even more but I feel like I need to still?
ramble out.
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Teresa
thank you!
it got long so here's a read more
favorite thing about them
i know it's kind of trendy lately to be like i love evil women <3 and like while i don't think teresa is evil i do love exploring the aspects of her character that other people and the narrative dislike about her. at the end of the day this is a girl who genuinely just wants to do good. she wants to leave the world better than she found it, she wants to solve problems, she wants to help. but she takes this motivation to such an extreme that she sometimes actively causes more harm in the process. but to her the net outcome is worth it. i love exploring that morally gray area, of someone who is willing to do despicable acts in the name of the greater good, someone who will torture you for data but the truest part of them is that they are kind. she is so complex and i love that about her.
least favorite thing about them
i am going to contradict myself but like she do be torturing people though :(
no but to expand beyond that i do think she is a bit too willing to go by the whims of her authority figures and not question them. she seems convinced there are no alternatives because WCKD says so, but if she took the time to think of it for herself rather than try her hardest at their procedures, would she find another way? a better, more ethical way? it's possible. but she's so blindsided by her belief in WCKD and what they are trying to achieve that she doesn't stop to consider alternate approaches. i feel like this could extend beyond this or even canon to other aspects of her life; the idea that once you have decided one way is the correct way, it takes a lot to stray you from the path.
favorite line
"There are millions of people suffering out there. Millions of stories, just like mine. We can't turn our backs on them. I won't."
oh i just thought how this is sort of a parallel to newt's line earlier in the scorch trials "You can't give up. I won't let you." like okay guys........
brOTP
I said on the Newt ask that I think they would be best friends outside of their canon circumstances so he's still my answer
OTP
brenderesa babeyyyy <3 <3 <3 it's literally all made up in my head with no canon basis but it is SO REAL 2 me
nOTP
thomesa. i'm sorry to all the thomesa babes out there.........but i just can't do it. first of all teresa is a lesbian to me. secondly i just really hate a lot of how their arc was written and i think a lot of their story could have been so much more powerful if they were siblings. the telepathy would make more sense. the moral split between the two would feel more dynamic, the complications it would cause them..........god the potential of it all!
random headcanon
in my current WIP i have that she has OCD and also is a germaphobe. i also see her as the type to carry a first aid kit in her purse and stress over her friends' health and habits (did you put on sunscreen? etc)
unpopular opinion
that she is a LESBIAN i'm kidding i've seen some other people think this too. um i'll say i like it when she's mean and evil and fucked up <3 i think it makes her interesting i like when she does things the narrative frames as morally wrong <3
song i associate with them
i'm gonna list two:
good morning by two door cinema club
I'm a sinner, I am the victim
I'm an alien when I'm myself
I'm a healer, I am a fixer
I'm a present danger to my health
I'm so strong
Doing what I'm supposed to do
There's something wrong
With somebody like me
i am not a woman, i'm a god by halsey
i already made an edit of her with this song here
favorite picture of them
any of the ones from the cliff scene in the scorch trials are sooo beautiful. here's the one i'm using as my icon. had to edit it to hell and back because of how god damn dark the movie is but what can ya do
send me a character!
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Umm I hope this isn't an intrusive or weird question. You can obviously ignore this if you're not comfortable or any reason really. So I recently saw in one of your posts that you're married. I didn't know that as I'm a new follower. Uh so what I wanted to ask was isn't it weird for your husband that you're writing fanfics about other men? Assuming he knows. I'm just asking this because my cousin sister who recently got married to a total a-hole (excuse my language) used to write fanfics about another group 'stray kids' too. She's 21 currently so she didn't write about people younger than her (clarifying cause skz members are kinda young just in case) and her husband found her tumblr account and was furious like breaking her phone furious. Saying shit like you don't love me (like she can it's an 3 months old arranged marriage she only agreed to cause of her parents) you love these "queer men who wear makeup" "what kind of name is bangchan or changbin hAhA" just a bunch of really homophobic, racist things. And yeah it was a whole fiasco. Sorry if you don't like knowing about strangers' personal lives like this, totally understandable. I was just curious bc of this situation. Not that I think it's wrong to write ffs if you're married/in a relationship, ofc not. Again sorry if this comes off as rude or anything, that wasn't my intention at all. I'm not a native speaker so maybe there are some mistakes or wrong tones used by me, I apologise for that. Ps: love your writing, have a nice day/night x.
tw: homophopia, racism, mention of parental death
there's a lot to unpack here so I'll start with your question. it's not weird for my husband that i write fanfic about other men (i did ask him rn and he said the quantity is outstanding lmao but we all know i can't shut up). he knew i was a writer long before i met him and when we finally got together, i wasn't writing at the time (i lost interest). and then when i did start writing in 2018, he and i were still together but i wasn't living with him anymore (i moved back home to take care of my siblings and dad after my mom passed) so he wasn't around when i was writing but he knew I was doing so. he still knows I write, he hasn't read any of it but he has helped me here and there with editing a little just because sometimes idk if what I've written makes sense. and just this morning we were at work and i had him watch the register so i could jot some notes down for a fic. he's used to that. i think if anything would "annoy" him about bts or kpop in general is sometimes I do go overboard in thirsting over these men but that's in a "omg look at him doing xyz" obnoxiously which i do tend to do sometimes and i am working on it. but again we were also in an open relationship until we got married a year ago. (i have a post about that somewhere).
that being said, what happened to your cousin (sister?) isn't right. I know not everyone's partner is okay with them writing fanfic but that's no excuse to break her belongings. A talk could have been had to discuss the situation. Being homophobic and racist is also not okay even if he was jealous which I assume he is but I don't know him or her so I don't know the root of his anger (and you mentioned he said "you don't love me" when he found out so he may be jealous especially if the relationship is still so new but again, this is going off what was stated up above). However, I do hope she's okay and that they can discuss it. Sometimes writing isn't even about who we're writing about, it's more of an outlet. I know I daydream a lot to forget other stressors and writing stories helps. it just so happens I write for bts as the leads if that makes sense?
also, never apologize for your english! im not a native speaker either and i still make mistakes, but that's the way we learn and everyone is welcomed here <3
i hope you have a nice day/night as well and I hope to hear from you again<3 take care :)
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My First Fanfiction (AKA: Why Did I Think of This When I was Nine Years Old What the Heck)
A bit of background first:
When I was in like 3rd/4th/5th grade, Phineas and Ferb was the greatest thing in the entire world (followed by Smash Bros and pumpkin pie, respectively). I loved that show more than anything ever.
During this point in my life, I also discovered ~*~the internet~*~. Once on ~*~the internet~*~, it was rather inevitable that I would look up Phineas and Ferb on Google Image Search.
One glorious day, I found a picture I really liked. So, wanting to get a better look, I clicked on it. It was at that point that I discovered something that would change my life forever.
KictserAsh on Deviantart. AKA imaginashon on tumblr, but little wee baby Skyler didn’t know what Tumblr was (thank god). AKA: Literally the Biggest Inspiration in my Whole Damn Life. (and now they work on mml ain’t that neat)
I went through their ENTIRE Phineas and Ferb gallery, loving every single piece. I also found some of their written work, and oh boy you bet little Skyler LOVED that.
So I read like everything on their account. And those stories inspired me. They still do, actually (and so does their art everything they make is really good you should go look at their blog/gallery please).
So here’s where we get into the fanfiction
(adding a readmore b/c this is about the get REALLY LONG)
TW: talk of death, and swearing.
To put this story into EXTREMELY simple terms, the plot goes as follows: (sidenote: characters are like 16 in this) Ferb dies, and Phineas’s friends help him get back on his feet afterwards (along with a more supernatural friend).
Now, you’re probably thinking: “Skyler, that’s not too weird of a fanfiction.”
That’s where you’re wrong, but I’ll get to that later.
You see, the story begins at Ferb’s funeral (loosely inspired by the fact that I had recently gone to a funeral, so this was pretty legit). Very well-described, from what I remember. The family gave little speeches, it was nice.
Then, the next chapter was Phineas at home (alone) in his room at like four in the morning. This was when we found out how Ferb died. It was some kind of industrial accident (a giant machine fell on him yikes). It was the “project of the day” that P and F were working on that caused Ferb to fuckin die. This part I remember the least about when it comes to the specifics, but I do remember reading it over again in 7th grade (before the computer I wrote this on became deader than Ferb) and thinking that the scene sounded “vaguely like someone contemplating suicide, but in a more child-friendly way.”
The next chapter took place about a week later, from the perspective of Phineas’s friends (Baljeet, Buford, Isabella, and Django i don’t know why Django was there instead of any other character shut up) They were all going to visit Phineas, because “he hadn’t left his house in over a week” and, apparently, that was very unlike him. So they go up to the house, and there’s a tiny little description of the backyard, where, I shit you not, I wrote: “There was still blood on the grass.”
So cut to later that chapter, and Phin’s pals are trying to help him out, but he’s having none of it. He locked himself in his room, and won’t talk to anyone (except in depressed sighs).
Here comes the best scene of the whole story.
So during this part, Baljeet is very quiet, and I certainly made sure everyone was aware of that (I was never subtle, but then again I was eight). Eventually, Isabella and them give up, and Baljeet gets fucking piiiiissed. In a shocking display of strength, Baljeet BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR IN A FIT OF RAGE. And that’s where the chapter ends.
I can’t remember what happened in the next chapter (I believe it was some silly ghostly shenanigans with Ferb even back then, i was a “master of comedy”), but the one after that was where the plot happened.
So, being a fourth grader, I had at this point in my life discovered “Ouija Boards.” And little Skyler thought that was so cool, until her mom told her a really spooky story about Ouija Boards, which deeply traumatized little Skyler. Little Skyler, having no way to express her emotions other than writing, decided to use this terrifying experience and turn it into something “nice.”
So the gang uses a Ouija Board to chat with ghost Ferb (never thought I’d write that sentence), and things go all right for a bit.
Key words: a bit.
So Django and Co. leave, and Phineas is home alone once again. Well… he’s not really alone.
Phin grabs the Ouija Board, and (breaking the ONLY RULE GOD DAMMIT PHIN) uses it alone.
Here is where we meet the coolest motherfucker ever. His name?
I have no idea.
I wrote this a long time ago, and his name must’ve been pretty dumb for me to push it out of my mind like that.
For the sake of convenience, his name is Todd (b/c why not).
Now Todd was my first ever OC. He's a ghost who wishes to return to the human realm. I remember him looking like "a strange eight-foot tall vaguely humanoid figure with four ribbon-like appendages protruding from his back. His body was completely black, aside from his eyes which took on the appearance of glittering rubies. Aside from the eyes, his entire body looked to be made of pen scribbles, like someone had scribbled over a picture of someone they disliked and then transformed it into a 3-D image.“
Now, you’re probably thinking, “How the heck was Todd going to return to the human realm?” Well, according to my made-up ghost rules, all he needed was a willing host. The “host" offers you their soul, and you take it, giving you not only a physical form, but a slave for all of eternity! It’s a pretty swell deal, tbh.
So Todd, posing as Ferb (reminder that poor lil Phin can’t see the Eldritch monstrosity that he’s communicating with), tries to convince Phineas to give him his soul (using very different terms).
It’s sorta like “Oh hey yeah, you’re sad, but you can fix everything. You can save me. Then everything will be normal again.” And Phineas, being the “uwu innocent naïve cinnamon roll” totally believes him.
Phineas is about to accept “Ferb”’s deal, when suddenly - WHOOSH! The lil Ouija disk thing flies out of his hand (and out the window), and the board flies up and slams down against the floor (as if someone threw it down there hint hint), shattering on impact.
Now, Phineas is fucking distraught over this, but instead of exploring that shit, I zoomed on over to the next chapter.
Chapter six seven who gives a fuck, begins before the previous chapter, and takes place from Ferb’s perspective (because I remembered that he was a character who existed).
So Ghost Ferb (Gerb? Fost?) is chillin and thinkin about ghost shit, when he “senses the Ouija Board being activated” (b/c that’s a thing ghosts can do). Ferb, thinking “Phineas what the shit you broke the only fucking rule goddammit,” goes to make sure no other spirits are fucking shit up, when lo and behold…
IT’S TODD
So Ferb doesn’t immediately rush in, he stands outside the door thinking, “Who’s this bloke and what does he think he’s doing? I’m gonna go all medieval on his metaphysical ass.”
Ferb listens to his plan (which he is saying out loud because he’s the bad guy), and thinks “Phineas isn’t gonna fall for this.” Then, he hears Phineas agree and he’s like “WHAT THE FUCK, PHINEAS” and then runs in and using his extremely inconsistent influence on the material world, throws the Ouija disk out the window and smashes the board on the floor.
As one could assume, this makes Todd fuckin pissed. However, instead of beating the shit out of Ghost Ferb (b/c really, what would that accomplish?), he leaves, warning Ferb that “he’d be back.”
then i never continued the story the end
Just kidding. Well, not really.
I never actually continued the story (it was at this point I got kinda out of the PnF fandom and more into video game and stuff), but I did have more stuff planned out. But I literally can’t remember any of that shit. And since the computer I wrote this work of art on died, I can’t exactly look it up. But I don’t wanna leave you like this.
So here we have…
the extra shit that i didn’t put into that long-ass description
Django’s speech on the importance of art. This was just kind of a thing that randomly occurred while the gang was on their way to Phineas’s house.
Ferb’s very inconsistent power over the material realm. I’m not exactly sure where I was trying to go wih this, but basically Ferb had some magic powers that let him interact with the physical world (i.e. knocking over stuff, levitation sometimes, etc.). This is sort of a regular ghost thing, but my story had a neat little twist. Ferb could only use this power at the Flynn-Fletcher household, because it only works at the place the ghost considers “home.”
the stuff i never actually wrote in the story itself
So, before I get started on the story parts of this, I should tell you Todd’s Backstory.
Todd was alive back in modern day. He was like one or two years older than Ferb. When he was younger, he was in some sort of academic competition against Ferb and Ferb won. This caused Todd to hate Ferb with a burning passion, and basically create a grudge so strong that only an extremely stubborn crazy determined teenager could hold it.
About a year or so before the story takes place, Todd died in a car accident after a distracting “beam from the sky” caused him to drive into oncoming traffic (It was highly implied that the beam was from one of Phineas and Ferb’s machines can’t believe phineas has a fuckin body count). It is revealed that (using the powers of “evil ghostly revenge”) HE caused the machine to fall on Ferb, and now he plans on getting revenge for Ferb beating him in all those academic competitions.
And yeah, that’s it. My first fanfiction. Hope y'all enjoyed this trip through my eight/ten year old psyche.
#shut up icarus#that first fanfic#you can reblog this if you want idc#written/edited at one in the morning so I'm sorry if this don't make sense#this has been in my drafts for forever so uh might as well post it now#my eight/ten year old self was Wild#tbh i'm not sure how old i was when I wrote this#under ten i'm sure#think i might sleep now#gnight
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Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt. 1
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Platonic Avengers x Reader
Words: A little less than 2.2k words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Grief (Loss of Parent), Depression, Anxiety, Angst, & Fluff (more to be added) If you see something that I missed don't be afraid to tell me.
Synopsis: Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.
Info: The Sebastian edit in the moodboard is done by @nix-akimbo and the dividers are done by @firefly-graphics. A big thank you too @sllooney for beta editing this, all mistakes are mine. I've had this finished for over a week I just hadn't had the heart to post, but I had my laptop out so here it is! I do not give permission for this to be translated or to be posted on other sites without my written permission.
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Baby wails rang through the kitchen as Birdy sat on the floor with her back against the cabinet. She felt exhausted as she tried to calm her speeding heart, her husband was gone on a mission, and she has been left to take care of the 6 month old twins on her own.
Lyra and Grant had been crying since they had woken up this morning at the crack of dawn and it was now noon. Birdy had tried feeding them, rocking them, tummy time, nothing was working. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Getting up from the floor after making sure the twins were still safe in their playpen in the corner, they both just looked at her red faced, breaking her heart. Birdy made her way to the chalkboard picking up a piece of chalk, writing; Mama HELP! I need you please, I’m having a crisis and I don’t know what to do.
Dramatic? Yes. Effective? Apparently so, because the words 'on my way' appeared immediately under her message. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Birdy grabbed the pitcher of Orange Blood tea out of the fridge and the shortbread cookies from the jar where she had been hiding them from her husband.
The back door to the kitchen opened and the older Lyra walked in, met by the sounds of her grandbabies wailing their little hearts out. Birdy’s mother looked at her with a soft smile, taking in her daughter's exhausted frame. Her hair was pulled off her face in a ponytail, oversized yoga pants hung loosely on her hips, with a tank and cardigan to match. Birdy looked just about done, but still so beautiful in her mother’s eyes.
“My little Birdy, sit down, I got this.” The mother moved behind her daughter and gently steered her to the breakfast nook, while she went in the direction of the playpen.
“Oh my little cherubs, what seems to be the matter?” Speaking to the babies in a soft voice, the grandmother grabbed Grant and brought him over to his mother, who quickly cradled the bundle of joy in her arms, while she returned for her namesake, cradling her closely, shushing her softly. It didn’t do much but as Lyra sat at the breakfast nook across from her daughter she began to rock the baby in her arms, Birdy copying her mother’s actions, brushing her finger down Grant’s sweet button nose.
“Let’s see… your belly's full, you are clean, warm, nothing seems to be off, I think your Mumma has just forgotten the most important thing, a lullaby!” Birdy looked at her mother with wide eyes, while she simply just smiled at her. “When you were a baby you could be quite fussy as well and the only way to get you to settle down was for me to sing a little lullaby. So I think what these two need is a little diddy and they’ll be right as rain.” Birdy’s mother began to hum one of the ever so familiar songs from her childhood. A song to ease her worries as her mother held her.
“I'm rocking you to sleep, the water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart. You'll always be a part of me.” both babies had stopped crying and were now yawning, holding onto the fingers of the women holding them.
“Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream. And dream how wonderful your life will be. Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby, then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.” Little Lyra had drifted off into slumberland, while Grant had gone quiet, his eyes fighting hard to stay open but as Birdy continued to brush her pointer finger down his nose, it was becoming a losing battle.
“Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on. They never die, that’s how you and I will be.” Both babies asleep, Birdy looked up at her mother in relief but stopped when she saw the sad look in her familiar eyes.
“Birdy since you were just a Babe in my arms I dreamed this moment over and over again, it never varied until now. I need you to know that I love you so much and I’m so very proud of you, proud of the woman you have become. You are a superhero, not many mothers out there can say their child is a superhero.” it felt as if her heart had dropped to the pit of Birdy’s stomach as she watched her mother put Little Lyra back in the playpen with a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m sharing this moment with you now because I know it’s going to come true for you, but I need you to remember something for me...” Lyra placed her hand on her daughter's cheek, brushing the single tear away. “Remember you were loved by me. That you made my life a happy one, and there is no tragedy in that.” Kissing Birdy on the forehead? Lyra moved towards the back door, her daughter getting up as carefully as possible, hoping not to wake the babies.
“Don’t go please, I love you!”
With a smile on her face Lyra blew a kiss to her daughter and then was out the door.
Birdy gasped sitting up. Wanda, falling off of her, being forced from the comfortable place where she had laid her head on Birdy’s stomach to watch the Breakfast Club in the blanket fort that Peter and Morgan had assembled earlier in the day. The fort took up over half of the New Avengers main living room and sat in front of the television. It's where the duo, Peter and Morgan had hung out and watched cartoons together, waiting for budget meetings and debriefings for the week to be over.
Wanda and Birdy had quickly fallen in love with the fort, and with Peter and Morgan for inviting them inside to help keep the little girl company until her parents were done working for the day. When Morgan had left they had decided to leave it up for a John Hughes movie marathon. Bucky and Steve had come to join the youngest Avengers in watching the films.
All eyes had moved from Breakfast Club to a gasping Birdy. Wanda’s hand was quick to grab hers and give it a reassuring squeeze, trying to pull her from her frantic daze. Birdy’s eyes started to scan the cozy space, seeing that the popcorn was all gone and Peter had stopped mid way to the Jelly Beans, now peering at her in worry. Bucky was on his side looking from her to Steve, as he put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give comfort.
“I’ll go get Mr. Barton and Miss Natasha!” Peter’s quick reflexes had him out of the fort in seconds, without knocking anything down, before anyone could say anything.
Birdy was trying so hard to figure out what was going on. She knew where she was, at the compound. She knew it was Friday, movie nights with Peter and Wanda, and that she had fallen asleep at the end of Weird Science, her least favorite John Hughes movie.
She had been dreaming, yet it felt so real. But she wasn’t carrying a child and she wasn’t even dating anyone, so it made no sense. Also her mother just leaving like that? Strange. The more Birdy thought on the dream the more her head started to hurt. Someone calling her name pulled her from her thoughts and looking up Clint stood crouched above her.
“Hey Kiddo, are you back with us?” Clint held out his hand to Birdy, which she gladly took, letting go of Wanda’s, and allowing the archer to pull her up off the blanketed floor. Natasha stood at the entrance of the fort in her pajamas, looking in, watching as Clint hugged the younger woman. Right away Natasha knew something was off.
“Yeah, I’m sorry you guys, I had the strangest dream and it-” Birdy’s face was scrunched up in almost confusion, as she stared off behind Clint’s shoulder. “-It felt so real.” Her voice died off as Clint hugged her close to him.
“It wasn’t a vision was it?” Natasha moved inside the blanket fort, her question was more of one of concern. Every time that Birdy had a vision, something bad was about to happen or come their way, like the time she had envisioned the meeting with General Ross, the next day the team was torn in two, because of the Sokovia Accords. Birdy just shook her head, it wasn’t a vision that she knew of.
“Well if it was just a dream, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Wanda and Peter, why don’t you go make chamomile tea. Steve go adjust the temperature? I think it’s a little warm. Bucky do whatever it is you want to do.” Natasha waved the former assassin off, “Clint and I are going to just sit in here with you until you feel better.” Sitting on the loveseat, Natasha patted the empty cushion next to her as Clint guided Birdy to sit next to her.
Before anyone could do what the Black Widow demanded, a gust of wind blew through knocking many of the blankets to the ground. Bucky was up on his feet in flash as none of the windows were open. This gust of wind was not ordinary. Steve moved to the opening of the fort with a pillow in front of him, peeking out into the living room.
In front of the windows facing the vast forestry surrounding the compound, stood Pietro Maximoff and Jasper Valentine, the pair of them holding on to Birdy’s older brother Rory. The trio looked disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and their hair all over the place. Steve felt his body relax when he recognized them, dropping the pillow to the ground. Scoffing, Jasper let go of the warlock first, and made his way forward, hugging Steve.
“Rory Sellar, what have I told you about just portaling unannounced into the compound?” Steve let go of Jasper before he made his way to Pietro, hugging the twin of his teammate, then to Rory, who just cleared his throat and looked to the ground. Pietro shook his head, getting Steve’s attention, immediately the scolding died in Steve’s throat.
“Steve, is Birdy awake?” Rory’s voice cracked as Natasha and Bucky looked out. Bucky gave a slight wave of his hand at the newcomers, while Natasha tilted her head in the direction of the fort. The group made their way inside the massive fort following behind Natasha. Birdy, jumping up from the couch at the sight of her older brother, rushed to give him a hug. Rory took his little sister in his arms, hugging her tightly, as he kissed her on the crown of her forehead.
“I just had the weirdest dream…” Birdy pulled away as she heard Rory sniffle, looking up at him in concern.
“Birdy I’m so sorry, she wouldn’t let me portal to come get you, she said she didn’t want you to see her that way.” Birdy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I begged her to let me come get you, but she said no, and Dad agreed.” Rory started to let the tears fall.
“Rory, you aren’t making any sense, what is going on?” Pietro was by the warlock's side in an instant, his hand on his shoulder, looking at Wanda, who gasped after reading her twin brother's mind. Wanda looked away with tears in her eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and sadness.
“What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?” Thousands of questions swam through her head, as her brother grabbed her hand, holding it as Natasha made her way to the younger girl's side.
“It’s mom Birdy, she’s gone.” tears started to build up behind the girl's eyes at her brother's words. Shaking her head, Birdy felt as if the room dropped ten degrees in that moment. “She has gone to be with souls in the great beyond.”
Before anyone knew it Birdy was falling to knees, a cry erupted from her mouth, “No!”
Birdy screamed while the power in the building started to flicker as the walls started to shake. Natasha, at Birdy’s side, pulled her to her side. Steve looked around realizing they needed to get the young witch calmed down or they were going to be in trouble.
“Rory you need to get her out of here, the building isn’t going to be able to handle this sort of shaking.” As he spoke part of the stucco from the ceiling fell on his shoulder.
Rory reached down holding onto his little sister's shoulder and looked back at Clint, “I’ll be right back for you.” In a flash, through a portal, the trio were gone. As fast the shaking and flickering lights had started they had stopped. The rest of the group stood there staring at the empty spot that once was Natasha, Rory and Birdy, feeling a sudden emptiness with the news they had heard. Things were about to change and it was out of their control.
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Too Daze Gone (Joe x Reader)
(Happy birthday to me! You’re all going to suffer. This is a little something that I wrote over 2 1/2 years ago based on a concept that I thought of three years ago; one of the first ideas I ever had for a Def Leppard fanfic. I made some very minor edits to it ((since I’m not 17 anymore)), and honestly, this is still one of my favorite things that I’ve ever written. But I know you guys are gonna have my head for it later...)
Prompt: It’s December of 1989. You and Joe are recently married, the world has now officially entered the post-Hysteria era, and- well...
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December 1989
The soft morning sunlight was seeping through the plane’s window right next to you. Joe’s head was resting on your arm, and you used your opposite hand to stroke his hair soothingly. He had one hand on his stomach, along with his green eyes closed and shut away from the world. The plane was flying steadily now, but your minds were anything but steady at the moment. There was so much to say, but no place or time to say it. It was almost as if you two were having a telepathic conversation; there was so much thinking between you both, yet nothing was being said.
“You alright, Joe?” the voice of a London guitarist broke your attention from the window. He’d strolled over to the seats where you and the man in question were sitting, and let his concern get the better of him.
There was far too much concern going around today, so Phil's question was rather unnecessary.
“Oh, he’s fine,” you answered sweetly, knowing that Joe didn’t want to answer, and also not wanting to give Phil any hint to your invisible nerves, “He’s just feeling rather sick is all.”
Phil sighed, “Ah, yeah, the turbulence wasn't the greatest.”
You decided to go along with Phil’s theory of why Joe wasn’t feeling well. After all, it was believable.
“Yeah, we haven’t been awake that long, either. You know how he can be in the morning. He’s just sick of the day, really,” you lightly joked. Today was not necessarily a good day for jokes. There was a deep, underlying sadness beneath the surface of everybody's tone no matter how much they joked around.
“Oh, so he’s got morning sickness, I see?” Phil joked along, trying to lighten the universally tense mood, “Well, congratulations on the pregnancy, Joe.”
Your heart jumped and you forced a chuckle at the statement. You felt Joe’s heart jump, too.
“Thanks, Phil,” Joe cracked a gentle smile for him as he walked away. You could feel how forced the smile was as Joe slowly reached out and squeezed your hand. He was definitely more worried than you.
“Shh, I know. I’m worried, too,” you whispered to him so quietly that you could barely hear yourself, “But we’ll deal with this later.”
~18 hours earlier~
You weaved your hands together with the utmost anxiety as you waited for Joe to get back from a small trip to the supermarket. As you waited, there was no stopping the racing thoughts in your mind. Once one thought appeared and rooted itself within you, it was impossible to keep it from rolling into a snowball of others. It was driving you absolutely mad on the inside. Keeping calm on the outside, however, came rather easily. It almost felt like second nature at the moment. Of course, you knew that was all going to change the second Joe got back.
Everything was going to change the second Joe got back.
When he did come back, you immediately stood up and went over to him, trying to be casual and lighthearted.
"Hey! How was the store?" came the greeting from you. Your voice was nearly on the verge of breaking from the tension of the whole situation.
"A fucking treat," he grumbled sarcastically, putting four bags down on the table, "The whole bloody place was packed, the service was piss poor, traffic on the way back, you name it."
You kissed him on the cheek for a few seconds in consolation, quickly making his small dimple appear as a result. Normally, it melted your heart to see him smile, but this time, it made it almost vibrate with worry. It hurt to see him happy now, since you knew it wouldn't last long.
He turned and put his hands on your waist, "I suppose it was worth it to get back to you, though."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, quickly pecked him on the lips, telling him, "You're too kind. Now let's see what you've looted up on-"
Desperate to distract both of you from each other, you turned to the grocery bags and started to pull the items out. You did it in a sped-up manner to keep your hands from shaking too visibly. You had no idea when to mention what had to be mentioned.
"I'll tell you what," Joe spoke up, his annoyance still audible in his voice, "The service down there was so fucking slow. Took me a half hour to get four bloody bags worth."
"I'll say you took a while," you impulsively decided to create a segue- any segue- that may get you closer to your fated subject. You blurted out "You’re late."
As he continued pulling out the groceries, he cocked an eyebrow, and asked without looking at you, "What do you mean I’m late?"
"Just, you're late, that's all," you shrugged, the anxiety overwhelming you more. It was getting close to the subject now.
"I'm not late," he chuckled, still not looking up or fully understanding you. You both often liked to joke and tease each other, so this wasn’t anything strange to him.
"No," you stated calmly, going completely motionless with fear, “But I am."
He didn't completely comprehend what you had said. He began to put away the groceries and asked you obliviously, "What do you mean you're late?" Late for what?"
You pressed on, remaining rooted to a motionless state and staring at him, "No, Joe... I’m late."
"You mean that this month you didn't get your-" he started off normally, but then paused as the penny dropped. He froze, and dropped the can he was holding. Your heart sank in your chest at his reaction. Now was the time to talk about it, and you could sense it wasn't going to be pleasant. Part of you began to think that this is how it might end for you two.
He turned around, looking almost mortified and whispered, "Oh my god... are you...?"
"I don't know..." you were shaking now, "I'm just assuming."
For a moment you both stood there, staring at each other, lost for words.
Another impulse suddenly arose within you, and you blurted out again with a wavering and worried voice, "I-I hope I'm not, Joe, and I know you don't want me to be, either, because now is not a good time for this to be happening! You’re at the peak of your career, and we’ve got the new album on the way, then you'll be on tour again- and-"
"Hey, hey, shh," Joe moved forward and put his hands on your arms, "Calm down... it's okay, it's okay. First of all, who ever said I didn't want this? You can't just assume that I wouldn't be okay with it... and I'm not mad- really, I swear! Second of all, this isn't set in stone yet. We'll have to find out if you are first, and if you are, we'll... then we'll make it work out somehow. Don’t think too much just yet; try to relax.”
You blew out a shaky exhale and muttered, “Yeah, okay...”
“Have you been sick?"
"No, but something just feels... off."
"How late are you?"
"About a week..."
"Have you been this late in the past, but gotten your period anyway?"
"Yes..."
"Then we don't know for sure," he kissed the top of your head, embracing you and reassuring, “So what if you're late? That doesn't have to mean anything! I'm worried, too, but we can't just jump to conclusions like this. I wouldn't even put the stakes at 50-50 right now. All this worrying is probably over nothing. You could just be overthinking."
You turned your head and attempted to look up at him to say, "But this is a child, Joe... if there's even a small possibility that this child exists, we've got to assume that it does... we can't just ignore it for too long."
"You've got a point, you've got a point, but just for a second, genuinely consider the possibility that you're not-" he didn't dare say the “p” word, "-you know..."
You sighed into his shoulder, fighting back against tears that wanted to fall, "Okay, okay, you could be right, but there's so much that might have to be done- we can't just put this off..."
"We can until we know for sure," he suggested, "If it's worrying you so much right now, then I'll run out to the corner store and pick up a test. We can sort this out once and for all. How long did you wanna wait before taking a test?"
"I don't know, I don't know," came the drawn out reply as a few tears spilled from you, "Maybe a day or two or three, but I'm just getting so worried that it might be true, I can't wait anymore."
"Okay, then you won't have to wait anymore," he tilted your chin up to give you a quick and thoughtful kiss, then wiped away your tears, "I'll run to the store quick and buy us a test. Is that okay?"
"Yes, please just do it. I'm sorry- you just got back from the store and-"
He laughed and squeezed you tighter, swaying with you in his arms, "Ah, don't worry about it; it's a necessary trip now."
"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would."
"What'd you think I was gonna do? Leave you?" he chuckled lightheartedly, though he guessed exactly what you were thinking.
You faked a chuckle in reply, "Yeah, kinda... I had a lot of time to overthink everything."
"Well, would you leave me? Especially if I were in your shoes?"
It was your turn to squeeze him tighter (and laugh into his chest), "Joe, if you were in my shoes, I think we'd have a real problem."
"Oh, I know, I know- but apart from that- would you leave me?"
"Of course not..."
"Exactly. You wouldn't leave me, so I definitely won't leave you. You know we've always looked after each other, and I still plan on holding up my end of the bargain."
He kissed you again, longer this time, before softly assuring you, “I love you. Don't ever think that I’d abandon you to raise a child on your own, cos' it'll never ever be a possibility. I'll be here no matter what. Positive or negative."
***
Positive or negative, indeed, you told yourself as you wearily gazed out of the plane's window. You still weren't completely sure how to feel about the outcome of the previous day, but- as you told Joe before- you had to deal with it later. There were more pressing matters currently at hand. Your previous issue could wait for an extra day or two. The more serious problem that you all were on your way to currently needed the most attention. This particular problem also seemed to outline a theme for the past 24 hours; accidental life or accidental death.
~17 hours earlier~
You both sat on the bathroom floor in quiet anxiety. Your hands were joined in a world of worry. At the moment, it was impossible to tell who was more worried, since neither of you could bring yourselves to speak.
The longest two minutes of your lives were currently taking place. The test was sitting on the counter of the sink, and neither of you were counting down to when you could look at it again. Every now and then, a reassuring thought would come to mind that you were all worked up over nothing. After all, Joe was right; you barely had any evidence other than the fact that you were late, so you couldn't just assume the worst. On the other hand though, you couldn't help but feel that there was some impending doom about to come, almost like you felt it instinctively.
With you both being scared shitless at the moment (and not even trying to hide it), you sensed that deep down, both of you knew what the result was going to be. Neither of you wanted to admit it, though.
A few rooms away, the phone suddenly sounded off, shattering the tension and making you both jump. It was almost like a form of divine intervention to prevent you from thinking any more. Almost immediately, Joe lifted his hand away and quietly said that he'd answer it. He stood up and left, leaving you alone with a possibly huge revelation sitting on the counter a few feet away. However, that would no longer be your biggest concern, for you could easily overhear Joe talking on the phone.
"'Ello?" he answered before pausing and replying anxiously, "No, I really don't have a minute... I can't say, but I don't have time to chat. You alright, mate?”
There was an unnerving pause before you heard Joe ask, "Why?"
There was an even longer pause before he spoke again. Your heart was pounding more. That gut feeling that your lives were about to change for the worse grew enormously without warning. On top of that, you suddenly realized that it had been well over two minutes at this point. Your future awaited you now.
"Fuck... oh my god..." Joe's voice was a lot more quiet now, "...oh my god, is he...?"
Now, you began weaving your hands together, slowly growing more and more impatient and worried.
"Dammit," Joe said a little louder, "We'll we've gotta go, then. We've gotta go as soon as possible. What about Rick and Sav...? Alright, then. We'll meet you there tomorrow morning- I've really gotta go and tell Y/N right now. I'll call you in a bit. Yeah, alright... just try and calm down, mate- okay? See ya, then."
As soon as he hung up, you heard him rush back to the bathroom.
"Y/N, he huffed before he was even in the room, "Y/N, something's happened and we’ve gotta-“
He froze in the doorway upon seeing you now standing and completely covering the test in your hands.
"No," he moved forward and put a hand on yours, "Please don't look at it yet; something awful's happened and I don't know how much sudden news we can take at this point. Did you look at it?”
You shook you head, not breaking eye contact with him, "No, but now I'm too scared to take my hands off. What's happened?"
He came right out with it, "Steve's been found unconscious at a bar in Minneapolis. They took him to a hospital, he’s in intensive care and... and he’s pretty bad.”
Right then and there, you dropped the test in your hands with a gasp. You were speechless, but part of you couldn't help but ask, "Is- is he gonna make it?”
You suddenly saw tears in Joe's eyes when he answered, "I don't know... he won't die unless we knock some fucking sense into him! That was Phil who just called, and he sounded scared shitless..."
"W-well what are we gonna do? Is anyone going to see Steve?"
"We are. Tomorrow morning we're flying out with Phil, Mutt, Tony, and Peter."
"Wait, what about Rick and Sav?"
"They both can't make it on short notice. We're gonna have to give Steve a beatin’ over the head from them.”
Just like that, you forgot all about the test on the floor. Steve was dying, and that was enough to flood your mind. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug Joe, you wanted to scream, and most of all, you wanted to see Steve and sob your brains out to him.
"He's never gonna get better, is he?" you quietly asked, not particularly looking for an answer. Joe shrugged and sighed, running his hands through his hair.
He coldly chuckled in a quiet voice, "Not unless we keep drilling it into his head that he's gonna kill himself!"
Hanging your head out of astonishment, you sat on the counter, realizing that this was the biggest blow to your lives since Rick’s accident.
At least, it would be until you saw the result of the test on the floor.
"Joe..." you whispered to him, staring down at your hands, "Should we look at the test? Should we wait until we get back?"
Joe did nothing more than stare at you, frowning nervously. He moved his own hands forward, placed them on top of yours, and took a deep breath.
“We’re only gonna be more worried if we wait... so we might as well settle things now.”
Joe slowly got on his knees, and felt on the floor for the test without looking at it. When he located it, he rose back to his feet, and brought the test forward. He kept it covered with all his fingers wrapped around it to conceal the verdict.
Blowing out a trembling breath, you looked at him as he did at you, and he gently unfolded his fingers from the test. You both simultaneously looked down to see the clearly marked result. In that second, you were fairly certain that life would never be the same.
In fact, you were positive.
***
“Now is literally the worst possible time to talk about this, Joe,” you whispered again so no one else on the plane could hear, “It can wait a day or two. We’ve got to worry about Steve first."
Joe nodded a little, agreeing with you, “Okay, I suppose it can wait.”
“Don't stress yourself out so much; it's literally making you sick. Besides, I’m the one who’s supposed to be sick,” you chuckled, “That’s not your job.”
“Oh shut up,” he laughed a little, “It really is the turbulence… and the fact that Steve’s… and you’re… and I’m surprised you’re not this overwhelmed.”
You sighed and turned your head towards the window, “Yeah... I’m really surprised, too. This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell this kid when they’ve grown up...”
“I feel sorry that their story had to start out like this,” Joe put another hand on top of your already joined hands with a guilty exhale, “With such bad timing...”
As you watched the illuminated clouds move on by the window of the plane, you couldn’t help but think that things truly would be okay at one point: like that maybe this wouldn’t be such bad timing after all. Things would all work out eventually. How far away that merciful checkpoint was, you’d never be able to guess.
***
Later that day, you found yourself sitting in a circle of people in a rather pleasant-looking and sunlit room. For such a nice day that it was, nothing about the day seemed to fit the mood the weather provided; the universe simply wouldn’t allow it. Now was the time for the serious matter you came for; you were desperately trying to help Steve.
“Steve, you’re scaring the shit out of us,” Phil read bluntly from his letter to his best friend, trying not to let soft emotion seep into his tone. He knew he needed to be stern, but caring towards him.
The whole time he spoke, you wanted to devote all of your attention to him and Steve, but soon found that you couldn't. The constant thought of your unborn child was first on your mind, and although you didn’t want that taking over your thoughts, it was beginning to eat you alive. You almost felt like you couldn't hold the secret back any longer, despite only knowing for a day. In any other circumstances, it would have been so much easier to keep it secret. Today, however, was the worst possible day, with the worst possible scenario.
Every now and then, Joe would look over at you to see how you were doing, and turn back to not be conspicuous to everyone else. You could practically sense his growing worry. Going on in this manner for so long was starting to make your own unstoppable thoughts bubble to the surface. You couldn't hold out for much longer, and was even starting to think outside the box about your while situation. Was being with child really a problem? Did it have to be a bad thing right now? Could you actually find a way to rip some positivity from it all and shed some light on this situation?
That's when it hit you.
When Phil was done his speech, some silent tears were shed by everyone in the circle (including Steve). Near silence commenced afterwards (which only reminded you that there was no distraction from your thoughts now). You reached out to Joe slowly, and took his hand in a tight grip without looking at him. While you felt his eyes on you, you didn't dare look at him.
"Has anyone else got something to say to add onto that?" Peter softly asked, looking around the circle. Your heart began to pound; an opening for you was coming.
Phil slowly began to comment, looking at his feet, "Well, there's nothing I can say to get the point across any more. We can beg and plead all we want but the point still stands, Steve. I know you're not a fan of us guilt tripping you to hell- but we don't want to beat you up; that’s not what we came here to do. We love you, mate... so it doesn't matter whether or not we guilt trip you by saying we're worried sick, or- or..."
"I'm pregnant," you stated simply, closing your eyes and squeezing Joe's hand. While you didn't see it, you felt Joe inhale and look at you instinctively. For the single day that you were aware of your condition, you and Joe had feared the "p" word, and avoided using it at all costs.
Phil didn't entirely comprehend what you said, and kept talking on, "Exactly, even if we said that-"
"No-" you sat up in your seat and opened your eyes, now shaking again, "I mean... I'm pregnant."
You looked over at Joe, who seemed tired, yet understanding. Your eyes went down to his hand as you corrected yourself, "We're pregnant."
All eyes were on you now, but no one had any inclination to speak for a moment.
“Are you serious?” Mutt broke the silence in astonishment, “You're fucking with us right now, aren't you?"
“She’s not,” Joe shook his head, still fixing his loving eyes on you.
Steve looked at Phil and stated coldly, "I thought you said you guys weren't gonna make stuff up to guilt trip me."
"Does it look like I'm making this up?!" you snapped at him, anxious and shameful tears brimming your eyes. You looked around at everyone, landing your eyes on Steve.
"So you're serious?” he asked softly, frowning as he flicked off ashes from his cigarette, “You really are pregnant?”
You nodded, trying to hold yourself together.
“When did you find out?” Peter inquired gently, coming off as the most calm member of the group.
Your voice began to break as you told him with a sad chuckle, “Yesterday... we were waiting for the result of the test right when you called, Phil...”
Phil's eyes lit up at your statement, and he apologized, "Oh- fucking hell... Joe... you even said you didn't have time to talk... and what I said on the plane this morning- must've only made things worse... guys, I'm so sor-"
"That wasn't your fault, mate," Joe smiled sadly, "There's no way you could've known."
"It was just bad timing," you stared at Joe's hand in yours, feeling him shaking as well.
No one spoke for a while after that; no one could think of the right thing to say. It seems you both had scared them all into silence (even more than Steve had). Everyone in the circle couldn't speak because they no longer saw you and Joe the same way. A minute ago, you were still Y/N and Joe. Now, you were mum and dad. The others didn't know how to speak to those strange new people just yet.
“Well, congratulations, for one thing,” Tony broke the silence with a soft smile. A few muffled chuckles and agreements went around the circle, but it wasn’t what you or Joe wanted to hear.
“No, no, that’s not the point,” you threw your hands out in frustration, “We never even planned on telling anyone today! Don’t you guys see how suddenly life can come and go? Twenty-four hours ago Joe and I didn’t even have a child, and now we do. Twenty-four hours ago, we didn’t even think that there was a possibility of you dying-“ you pointed at Steve, giving him your own furious input, “-and now there is. It’s just all so surreal, but no matter how bad the timing of your life is, there’s always time to fight for survival. And that's exactly what we need to get a grip on right now.”
Steve put out his cigarette at this point, looking as if he were genuinely listening to you now more than ever.
“And I guess timing was a real bitch to us today,” you put a hand on your abdomen for the first time since you found out, addressing Steve directly, “But I’d say now you’ve got a little bit more to fight for. Just think about this whole situation; it’s not exactly a tale to be proud of. If this story keeps getting worse, and this is how it ends for you- I don’t want that to be the story of Uncle Steve. I want our child to be born into a world where you're thriving- where they... where they actually have an Uncle Steve."
You had hit a nerve (or a soft spot, to say the least). Before you even realized exactly what you had said, everyone in the circle was crying, including you and Steve. Joe looked at you with his face smothered in tears, but smiling, no less.
The seven of you remained like that for a minute or two, absorbing what had really hit everyone hard, and quietly crying your brains out.
Steve didn’t raise his head to ask you with heartfelt astonishment, “...Uncle Steve, really?”
“C’mere, you fucking idiot,” you sprang to your feet at one point and rushed over to him, taking him in your arms as he stood to take you in his without the slightest bit of hesitation.
“I love you so much, Steve,” you sobbed into his chest, “And I will always care about you. You mean so much to me, and I know you’ll mean so much to the baby, too.”
One by one, everyone else in the circle joined in the hug, each of them murmuring their love to Steve in their own affectionate way. Once you were all broken up, Joe embraced you himself and kissed you over and over again.
“Hey, back off from her,” Mutt teased, “Haven’t you done enough?”
“I still can’t believe you knocked her up,” Phil sighed with happy disbelief, “That’s something we only ever joked about!”
“Yeah well, it doesn’t have to be seen as a joke anymore,” Joe put his hands on your hips and smiled, tearing up all over again, “I’m gonna be a dad...!”
Peter chimed in, “Now that’s a bit scary.”
“It’s not scary,” you chuckled, stroking the back of Joe’s head, “It’s exciting! Timing is a bitch... but I think I’m ready for anything time can throw at me, now.”
Reaching that point of acceptance was a day-long journey that you thought would never have a final destination. All was nearly well in that moment where you and Joe hugged with a seemingly-changed Steve standing by. Right then and there, the future seemed bright for everyone; including your unborn child. An eternity went by in those two days you were gone for, and even though the next day you found out that your test result was a false positive, and Steve only lived for about another year, that false positive seemed to be just what you all needed to keep the world at bay.
The end
#*dances with an umbrella as your tears rain down on me* :3DD#your tears are the best birthday presents i could ask for#def leppard#def leppard fanfic#def leppard x reader#joe elliott x reader#original content#i honestly don't know if I'll ever write anything that can top this as far as a one shot goes#phil collen#steve clark#peter mensch#mutt lange#i thought of this when I was into Leppard for like 2 months#maybe less than that#also the pic of joe on the right really makes me fEEL THINGS#yes i stole the title of this from a Billy Squier song#i started writing this on august 13th 2018 and finished it on december 9th 2018#I wanted to post this in december 2020 but I was taking a hiatus
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obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but
obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”
obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like
obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”
obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed
obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums
em: sighs wistfully
em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately
em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex
em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....
obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”
em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable
obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi
obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”
em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)
obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny
obsetress: (she is a little funny)
em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments
obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”
em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused
obsetress: skskksksks right
obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards
obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”
em: i need a moment
em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t
em: dani can feel her heating up
obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”
em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc
obsetress: RIGHT
obsetress: i’m dying
em: dani: oh no that’s OOC
obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—
em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure
em: dani hums
obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it
obsetress: jamie: i—
dani: did you?
obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah
em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame
obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble
---
em: viola
obsetress: fuck
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: to jamie, specifically,
em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd
em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi
—-
obsetress:
obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like
obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate
---
em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like
em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)
obsetress: god i love that so much
obsetress: both of those dani responses are
obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc
obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw
em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35
em: big brain
—-
obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca
obsetress: down to the caption
obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic
otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort
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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho
em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability
em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho
obsetress: lmao ikr
obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other
obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um
obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with
obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"
obsetress: and just like
obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night
em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again
obsetress: the parallels to canon
obsetress: im giggling
obsetress: walks straight into her path
em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away
em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"
em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them
obsetress: god yeah
em: flip of that.
obsetress: oh GOD
em: god they would argue about dinner
em: bicker about EVERYTHING
em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke
em: jamie goes pale
obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like
obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like
obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............
em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours
obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason
obsetress: she's just scared of dani
em: Please
obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"
obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"
obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is
em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf
obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"
em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd
em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person
obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx
obsetress: i screeched
em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-
obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding
em: bringing out some lemonade etc
em: haha you look parched
obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm
obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing
obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism
em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother
em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi
obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her
dani: why do i have to tell her
jamie: you tell her everything
dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though
jamie: why not
dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it
jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,
em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve
em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry
em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even
obsetress: i––
em: she decides against it
em: jamie is none the wiser
obsetress: she Considers it tho
em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew
obsetress: weighs the pros and cons
obsetress: the best part is like
obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store
obsetress: viola's like wait.
obsetress: wait
obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae
em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like
em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy
em: because lesbians are just... like that
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obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward
em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont
em: i am thinking about it
em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two
em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,
obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known
obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?"
"yeah"
"dani"
"what"
"dani"
"what"
jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex"
"you think?"
"i fucked your ex"
"you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"
em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-
em: SCREAMED
obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf
em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me
obsetress: jamie's already big blushing
em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it
em: patreon exclusive exes au au
[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]
obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted
em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...
em: puffs out her chest
em: i could have-
em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u
obsetress: dani clayton ilu
em: danis like um
em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me
em: danis like i did tho
em: jamies like can you DROP IT
em: she’s SMUG
em: she’s so pleased w herself
obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought
obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"
obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about
em: dani never lets jamie live it down
obsetress: never!
obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"
em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but
em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter
em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart
obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf
obsetress: the gold star
em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it
em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested
obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized
obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm
obsetress: glad those two found each other
em: two praise kinks u say
em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like
em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like
em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-
em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm
em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care
em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing
em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed
obsetress: SCREAMS
obsetress: you got willoughby'd
obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend
em: yeah same asking for a friend
obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?
obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)
obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all
em: to be fair perdi is the Worst
em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd
em: it’s funnier if she’s awful
em: like a viola that never gets therapy
obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same
obsetress: it's too good
em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen
em: makes a silly little chart
em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave
em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie
em: also i didn’t fuck perdi
obsetress: skskskflsdflks
obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."
em: skgsdjhdkdhdk
em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like
em: CLAPS her hands in glee
obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ
obsetress: GOD
obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi
em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway
#this is one of my faves won’t lie hfydyst#featuring perdita who is. just#a terrible little delight gshdjfjv#idk what to say about this one except um. i’m sorry#and i hope u can still look me in the eye despite#being a grotty little multishipper#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au#longggg one
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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER II.
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You haven't been able to stop thinking about Hank and his visit the whole day, about what he said, about what he gave you. Natalie's opinion is you should give him a second chance, but Maggie and April don't agree. They said people don't change, but, what if he has done it after being in jail? At least, you need to know if it's true what he told you about his new job. Maybe this is going to help you to make a decision. You're not an officer, but you're aware of the difference between Intelligence and the Gang Unit.
Passing away the private parking of the District, you check his car is still there, which means he's working yet. Taking a deep breath until filling up your lungs completely, you leave your black Mustang in front of the building to step out of it. You're not going to lie saying you aren't nervous, while you're forced to keep your trembling hands inside the pockets of your jacket. The last time you were there was a year ago, to be interrogated by two cops who treated you like shit. You don't know what happened with them, but after Hank told you he made a deal with the Attorney for you, they maybe were relieved to Traffic.
As you shake your head to focus on what you're going to do, you go upstairs walking in, straight to the main desk. Platt is there, and she can't hide a smile as soon as she sees you coming. She has been one of these people who didn't abandon you after what happened, keeping you under her wings only like a mother would do. Boden and she have been like your parents since they passed out when you were just a kid.
“Is it true?” You whisper unzipping your jacket.
By the look on her face, you know that Hank has talked with her already about his visit this morning. She nods in silence, before pressing a button under the desk, causing a buzz in a metallic fence some feet away from you.
“Upstairs, honey”.
Not saying anything else, you continue your path leaving behind you the bustle of the officers to only hear Hank Voight's voice. You are still assimilating it. You can't believe he is free, after what he did. And you sure he has already apologized, even if you also know it doesn't fix everything. His words are interrupted when he lands his eyes on yours, earning other gazes. You can see Erin raising her chin proudly, sitting over her desk, and waving a hand slightly to welcome you.
“Sorry, I can come back later”.
“No. It's okay”. He quickly replies, before pointing at the board with different information written down and some pictures of guys that look like total jerks. “Start to work”.
After that demand, the new sergeant makes you a sign to follow him into his private office, rolling down the shutters to have some intimacy. Closing the door behind your back, you can't help but tour the place with your eyes and the curiosity that resides inside you ever since. Taking off your jacket, he grabs it to hang it on the coat rack before signaling the sofa at your left. You sit in silence, pulling away some bristles of hair behind your ears visibly nervous. You aren't even sure of what you want to tell him. If you want him in your life, or if you want him to disappear again.
At first, you watch sideways Hank resting his body against his desk, but he finally decides to sit by your side. You're not two strangers. You have been through a lot of shit together and he only wants to win you back, to be like in the old times. Doubting, he holds your hands to urge you to look at him.
“I wanna do the right thing this time. You don't have to say yes right now, we can work on this. Step by step”. His voice has always calmed you, no matter which kind of situation you've been in. And now, it's doing it again. “Justin and you were the reason why I continued waking up every day. And I did anything in my hands to protect you while I was outta the game. I want my life back. I will fight every day”.
Licking his teeth, Hank shakes his head briefly while putting his eyes on the window at his left, waiting for a word coming from your lips. But what he hears is a heavy sniff. About to cry, you try to gulp all the pain it has following you for long, long months since he left. If he doesn't want you, if he doesn't really love you, he'd not have gone to find you. He'd have not protected you all this time. And he is still there. Waiting for you.
Hank tosses an arm behind your neck to push you closer, almost lying you on his chest to place sweet kisses on your head. Earning soft but bitter sobs from you, he ends up wrapping your body as tightly as he can, rocking you under his grip. He didn't do the right thing putting you away, practically ghosting you. He has caused you a horrible sorrow all these months. Long days waiting for a call. Long nights sleeping alone and wishing to be by his side. But you have to keep in mind Platt's reaction. She is a good woman. She knows you ever since. She wouldn't let Hank hurt you a second time.
“Step by step”. He repeats in a raspy whisper, cupping your cheek into his hands to clean your tears with his thumbs. “I'm sorry. I swear it, (Y/N)”.
You know it, you can see it.
“Can I kiss you?”
The unexpected question causes you to giggle in tears. “Since when do you have to ask for it?”
“You have punched me before, sweetheart. I ain't gonna take the risk again”. He laughs rubbing the left side of his jaw.
Taking the advantage of having a hand free, you place it on the back of his neck to make your mouths crash in a kiss full of necessity. You have forgotten how good he used to taste, how good he used to make you feel. All your fears turn into ashes after the fire he provokes within your chest, embracing you closer and sitting you on his lap. Neither the two of you want any kind of distance right now between your bodies, having missed the touch from the other. Your lips were made to fit, transmitting so much tenderness, so much love; a bunch of emotions contained for a year, thinking you wouldn't be able to kiss him again, overwhelming your senses and clouding your mind.
Running out of air, caressing both sides of his neck with your fingertips, he pushes himself away just an inch enough to find your eyes again. Shining like never before. Falling a little more in love with you.
“Step by step”. You remark biting your bottom lip, softly sniffing again.
“All the steps you need”.
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Rotten Corpse
Chapter One
-Originally written on Wattpad-
Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC! RottenRoyale/Sienna Colt
Genre: Real Person Fic, Romance, a little bit of angst.
Warnings: None for this chapter.
Series Summary: A life full of deception can only lead to her downfall, will he be there to catch her?
~*~*~
I could see the sun rising in the window next to me and I groaned, looking at the clock on my studio wall realizing that I had spent all night recording and editing a video when I should have been studying for my college classes, again.
My phone vibrated on the desk next to me as my alarm went off that was supposed to wake me up; but not today.
I turned off the alarm seeing a text from my mom.
"I made breakfast for you whenever you're ready. It's in the kitchen of the manor, I'll be in my office if you need anything." I smiled and chuckled at my mother's text, looking out the window again and gazing at my family's Manor, and seeing my mother waving at me from her office window.
When my videos on YouTube started taking off and I started gaining popularity, my parents let me move into the guest house that's located in the backyard, fixing it up and turning it into my studio.
I stood up from my desk, stretching slightly and walking out of my office, and heading to the first floor. I exited my studio and walked across the backyard and opened the kitchen door to the manor.
I saw the plate on the island counter and smiled to myself; hopping up on the stool as Miranda, our live-in maid walked into the kitchen.
"Ah good morning Sienna! What is on the agenda today?" She asked walking over to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
"I'm going to stop at the coffee shop by the university and cram in some last-minute studying until my noon financing class. Then, when I get out of class, I will head back to my studio, shower, and get ready before I stream. Busy day." I say with a smile.
"Sounds like it. Make sure you eat before you stream. Do you want me to make you some lunch today? I don't mind making your food." She offers but I shake my head.
"I'm going to be cooking on stream today, for my She Can Cook series on YouTube. I was taught by another YouTuber how to make Honey Butter Fried Chicken and he challenged me to make it so I set up my streaming equipment in my kitchen last night so I wouldn't have to rush myself today." I explained as I ate my breakfast.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing an email from my professor.
I opened it up and groaned in happiness as I read the subject line:
CLASS IS CANCELED
"Bless! My professor canceled class today which means I can play video games!" I said cheerfully as I went to my messages and found Sean's number, texting him.
"Hey man! Are you up for playing Among Us today?"
I sent the text as my mother walked into the kitchen, "Darling, I'm going to assume that your office light being on all night was not because you were studying." She said crossing her arms.
It was a trap! I thought to myself as I stopped chewing my food. I thought about my answer carefully as I swallowed and sat up straight.
"You assumed correctly." I mumbled looking down at my plate, "I was recording and editing a video all night, a new song."
She sighed, "Sienna, your grades are important. Midterms are around the corner-"
"And if my job flops on me then I won't have a backup." I finish the statement for her. "I know mom, I'm sorry. Professor canceled class today so I'm going to focus on relaxing today but I promise I will binge study tonight and stay out of my office tomorrow." I tell her and she nods.
"Deal." She said before walking away. I felt my phone vibrate with a message from Sean.
"I was just about to text you! We need one more person for our game in about an hour would you be okay with that?"
Meeting new people is always fun.
I met Sean a few years ago at Vidcon when he came up to my booth and exclaimed how he liked my music and asked ME for a picture. I was starstruck and we became friends from that day forward. We collaborated on a few gaming videos and because of that more people decided to watch my channel and I blew up soon after.
He isn't the only YouTuber I know. I'm also friends with Gloom (Kassie), Dangthatsalongname (Scott), LDShadowlady (Lizzie), Laurenzside (Lauren), SmallishBeans (Joel), and Joey Griceffa. I've collaborated with a bunch of other people too like Shannon Taylor.
Lots of big names, I know.
I replied to his text agreeing and for him to send me an invite.
I ate the rest of my breakfast quickly and Miranda took my dishes for me and I thanked her before heading back to my studio.
I jogged back up the stairs and brushed my teeth before hopping in the shower and getting dressed into my clothes so I wouldn't have to do so later.
As soon as I sat down at my computer I got the invite from Sean and I set up the game before accepting.
As soon as I entered the call I heard people chatting away, starting with Sean.
"Oh! She's here! Everyone, meet Rotten. Rotten, meet everyone!" Sean said and I chuckled.
"Hey everyone," I said with a smile, adjusting my headset on my head.
"Hey! I'm Lily!"
"Hi! I'm Rae."
"I'm Sykkuno!"
"Hey Rotten! Dave is here too." I smiled hearing Dave speak up.
"Rotten! Best Friend!" Glooms' voice came through the call and I smiled.
"Glooooooom!" I said in a weird voice that made everyone laugh.
"Hi, Rotten! Lizzie here!" Lizzie's voice makes me smile and I greeted her back.
"Wait! You're Rotten Royale, aren't you? That alternative singer that Marzia listens to on the daily. She is obsessed with Up all Night." Felix's voice was the last person I expected to be on this call.
I had to mute myself so I didn't say something stupid. PewDiePie knows my name AND his girlfriend listens to my music? So rad.
I quickly composed myself and unmuted my mic, "Yeah that's me! So glad to hear that someone likes my music." I joke as I design my character. My color is cyan and I have a cat head hat on my character's head.
"Oh please, your four million subscribers would simp for you in a heartbeat." Sean joked which made everyone in the chat laugh.
Then someone else joined.
A deeper toned voice comes through my headset, "Is there someone new in the chat?"
His voice set me back, deciding not to say anything as I knew he probably got a lot of comments about his voice. "Yeah, I'm Rotten." I introduce myself.
"Rotten?" His tone was questioning and Gloom giggled.
"That's her alias on the internet, well it's Rotten Royale, but everyone just calls her rotten for short," Kassie explained to me and I smiled.
He hummed, "Makes sense. I'm Corpse."
I barked out a laugh, "And you question my name?" I teased.
"Oh! Rotten, are you streaming?" Sean asked.
"Negative, Ghostrider. All my streaming equipment is currently in my kitchen for my Stream later today."
"Why in the kitchen?" Sykkuno asked and I chuckled.
"I have this series I do on my side channel called She Can Cook where I have all different kinds of people trying to teach me how to cook because before I couldn't even boil pasta correctly because my mother spoiled me," That earned a laugh from a few people, "A week ago I had Sam the Cooking Guy come to my studio and teach me how to make Honey Butter Fried Chicken and man it's amazing. I'm going to be attempting to cook it on stream and pray I don't set my studio on fire."
"Oh, I'll be watching that." Kassie chuckled.
"Yo Rotten I just listened to Up all Night and it's so good! Your voice is so Angelic!" Lily exclaimed and I let out a chuckle.
"Thank you, I appreciate the feedback," I said shyly and Sean piped up.
"I think you should be recording this, Rotten, this is going to be an interesting game."
I smirked lightly, typing quickly on my computer and seeing my third screen pop up with the recording of the screen in front of me.
"Hang on, I have to grab a cam. All of my good ones are in the kitchen." I muted my mic and rushed over to my bookshelf, grabbing a box that I put my old cam in.
After getting the face cam set up I turned it on, seeing it pop up on my other screen. I unmuted my mic and smiled, "Alright! I now have a face. Let's do this thing, momma needs to procrastinate doing her Finance homework."
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
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"Good morning, Y/n!" Jean greeted as he slammed your bedroom door against the wall.
You groaned and rolled over in the tangled sheets. "You're gonna dent the wall, idiot! Get out, I'm trying to sleep."
"Y/n. It's 2 in the afternoon. How can you sleep on a day like this anyways?" Jean ripped off the covers.
You yelped as the warmth of the blankets left your body. "It's cold, moron! Why would you do that?" You hissed.
Jean rolled his eyes. "Get up, vampire. Hitch is outside. For some reason."
You blinked twice and wondered if you heard him right. "Hitch? Hitch Dreyse? At our house?"
"Go look for yourself." Jean turned on his heel and left the room.
"I just wanted to sleep in," You grumbled to yourself. You lazily lifted yourself out of bed and dragged your feet to the closet.
Why would Hitch be at your house on a day like this? It's not that you didn't like her, because you definitely did. Keyword: did.
You and Hitch were roommates for the one year you went to college before dropping out. She insisted on helping you get over Mikasa in any way she could. And boy did she mean it.
It didn't make sense that Hitch was here today. It wasn't like you two kept in contact. Sure, you had a fling with her three years ago, but you told no one about it and neither did she.
You both agreed to keep it a secret since you realized you weren't getting over Mikasa any time soon. You had felt guilty about the whole thing and Hitch's sudden presence brought back a lot of that unresolved guilt.
Nevertheless, if there was a time to solve the problem, why not do it now? You huffed and smoothed out the skirt you were wearing. You were about to leave when felt a hand on your arm.
"Why is Hitch here? She said she wanted to speak with you." Armin asked, confusion written on his face.
"You tell me." You shrugged. "But don't worry about it. Best you leave us be." You smiled and patted his shoulder before opening the front door.
Hitch was wearing big studded black sunglasses, a large leather coat that reached halfway down her thighs, and heeled black boots. Her hair was much straighter than it was the last time you saw her. You were many things but a liar was not one of them. Hitch looked good.
She lowered her sunglasses. "Ah, Y/n! Finally up, are we?" A smile spread across her face.
"Hello, Hitch. It's been a while." You nervously bounced on your heels, racking your brain for a reason as to why she's here.
"It has!" She tossed her rolled-up newspaper into your flower garden. What the hell? You spent time on those. "I hear Mikasa will be back tonight." The mousy-haired woman crossed her arms.
"How do you know about that?" You took a hesitant step away from her. No one except a select few knew about it. Unless one of your bandmates chose to spread along the news.
She took a few confident strides toward you, taking in your change in your demeanor. She towered over you now, much unlike three years ago. "Oh, I get around. You would know." She smirked devilishly.
"I haven't seen you since college," You ignored her remark. She laughed lightly.
"Well, obviously. Let's say you and I have a good old catch up session. Just the two of us. Niccolo's? I recently found out he has his own bakery just down the road. Nice to see someone's living their dream." Hitch patted your head. What was she doing?
"I'm kinda busy here, thanks for the offer," You declined with narrow eyes. Just when you were about to turn the other way, she took hold of your hand.
"Why so quick to deny? Get in the car, Y/n." She forced a smile.
Overcome with curiosity, and a bit of shock, you decided there couldn't be any harm in going. Right? Hitch drove to Niccolo's, which really wasn't just down the road like she said. His bakeshop was a good twenty minutes away from your house. That factor alone resulted in a painfully awkward car ride. You had so many questions for the woman who showed up so out of the blue. "We're here!" Hitch announced and parked her car.
Niccolo gave Hitch a disapproving stare when you both walked inside. You spotted Sasha in the back room inhaling sweets. You had forgotten it was her shift soon.
"Good afternoon, Niccolo!" Hitch beamed.
The blond sighed. "Hi, Hitch. What can I get for you?"
"Well, those pastries back there look good." She pointed to where Sasha was eating.
Confusion flashed across Niccolo's face before he glanced behind him. "Sasha! What did I tell you? Those are for customers! You're lucky enough you get a discount on things, but discount doesn't mean free!" His face twisted in annoyance, making it seem like this wasn't the first time it's happened today.
You heard a faint: "I'm sorry! I was hungry!" before Niccolo told us he'd be right back.
Hitch leaned down slightly to whisper to me. "What are you gonna get?"
You shrugged. "What I always get. Just a croissant."
She nodded and stood back at her full height. "Then I'll have the same."
It had been several minutes before Niccolo came out from the back room, resulting in Hitch checking her watch every few seconds, huffing each time. When he did come back, Sasha trailed after him. Her pout turned into and inquisitive look once she saw you were with Hitch. Not even she knew about your relationship with her.
"Sorry about that." Niccolo cleared his throat and prepared to take our order.
Hitch ordered for you and paid for it. She thanked him whilst putting a hand on your back and guiding you to a nearby table. You sat down across from her an cautiously started eating the pastry. You glanced at the surrounding tables, recognising a few faces.
Most of which were your neighbors, but one stuck out. A good friend of Hitch's from college looked as though he was watching you two. He had cut his hair into a mullet, but you still recognised Marlo. You looked back at Hitch before he could notice your stare. She had made a nice dent in her croissant.
"So, Y/n, what've you been up to? Still in that band?" she brushed the crumbs off her hands and tapped her fingers on the table.
"Yeah. Same old, same old. What've you been up to?"
"Well, I see you've noticed Marlo, so I think I'll just get straight to the point. You still love Mikasa, yeah?" She leaned forward and rested her head on the backs of her hands.
You snapped your head up, suddenly fully attentive. "How did you-"
"Don't be so obvious," She shushed. "We don't want your friends to hear." She nodded her head toward Sasha and Niccolo arguing behind the counter.
"I suppose so. What do you want, Hitch?" You said calmly. She did this on purpose. You couldn't leave since Sasha would ask you about it. You couldn't cause a scene. Somehow, she figured out when her shift was, and somehow she planned a scheme, you just had to figure out what it was.
She laughed and leaned back in her chair. "Loosen up a bit, honey bunny. Only asking you a question."
The use of Sasha's nickname had you scowling at the woman. "I guess I do. What's it to you, though?"
"Pursue that feeling and everyone finds out about us. I mean everyone. You don't like your private life on the internet correct?" She assessed your glare and continued. "I'll take your silence as a no. I'll also throw in a couple things you told me back then. Just for funsies." She grinned and quickly finished off her croissant.
Needless to say, all this astonished you. It wasn't like Hitch to do something like this. She knew you liked to keep certain things to yourself. Hell, she even addressed that! Your previous relationship with Hitch hadn't lasted very long. To you, it was a distraction. To her, it was obviously something more. That was the main reason you cut it off with her, wanting to end it before you hurt her. You still felt extremely guilty about it, another reason why you never told anyone. You were so ashamed that you had used her as a distraction from your other feelings.
"Look, Hitch, I'm very sorry about what I did in the past. I regret it more than you know. I was too scared to come forward about it, but I want you to know that when I say I'm sorry I mean it," You said with seriousness evident in your tone.
Hitch stood up. "Save it, Y/n. What's done is done. You should worry about what you're going to do in these next few weeks. I'm taking you home. Let's go."
She held the door open for you and gestured for you to follow her. You stood there in shock for a moment before following her out the door. What were you gonna do?
posted: 8/26/21
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Ambivalence: The Ending
As promised, here's the plot bullet-points for the rest of this story so no one is left to wonder. But first, here's the beginning of what was going to be chapter 8. (Image graciously edited and given by @isearchedtheyooniverse I promise I didn't forget. Thank you for all the love and support.)
A few weeks passed before you saw Taejung again. He showed up in your writing class, sliding in to the seat next to yours in the back of the lecture hall a few minutes in so you couldn't move. You rolled your eyes as he leaned closer to whisper.
"I came to apologize."
"That's rich," you mocked. "Go finish your comedy gag somewhere else. Or better yet, just go gag."
"That friend you mentioned that sits behind me; she talked to me. I'm sorry for speaking like that to you. I didn't know."
"No, but you kept insulting me after I asked you not to anyway," you fired back. "You're the one who didn't want to know about me, but you still assumed you did. I never judged you or looked down on you."
"I know. That's what made you..." Taejung hesitated. "I think that's why we get along."
"Do we? That's news to me."
"Okay so we both hate eachother, but that doesn't mean I don't like being around you."
"That makes no sense."
"You talk to me." That got your attention, turning to look at him, and his eyes pleaded sincerity. "No one ever talks to me unless they have to."
They go behind the lecture building where Tae apologizes.
Turns out mc's parents are dead, something Tae can sympathize with since his dad is dead. His mom hasn't spoken to him since he came out as bi. Mc is also queer. They bond over how shitty families are and how everyone still tries to be like "but they're family". Like bitch, families can be garbage, they're not special.
Tae admits to missing mc, and when he uses their name they soften and give in begrudgingly.
Tae gets pegged.
In asking around about mc he heard rumors that "the painter" is their calling card for the cartel. He asks about this after above bullet point.
It is and she's a drug runner. The text with the triangle and a line under it? Triangle was a bridge. Line meant the drop was under the bridge. There are various symbols for different meetup spots as to be less traceable to the cops.
That's why she didn't want him involved. Her boss could do serious harm to Tae. Or even more frightening, if Tae (as another poor, desperate university student) wanted to get involved. It had already consumed her life. There was no "getting out" for her; she wanted to spare Tae that ruin. In that life you're always one moment away from becoming another victim; an expendable sacrifice. And being around the wrong people can tip those scales in such an unstable world.
One morning, she turns up dead; another casualty of poverty and prejudice. It's written off and no one investigates her death cause corruption.
This turns out to secretly be a prologue to the movie showing how Taejung knew how to get in touch with the drug cartel, get work from them, and why he's so determined to run in the end of the film. Also maybe put more meaning behind that look he gives that couple near the beginning of the film cause I like to make myself hurted I guess.
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Sorry it took me forever to answer but thank you so much for asking!! 😘😘😘
1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?
Bhahaha, my current project, what current project?? I'm drowning in a sea of WIPs, incapable of getting a grasp on one of them for long enough to finish and post it!!
So I'll choose one: these days I'm trying to focus on part 2 of Take A Dip. I've had it pretty much outlined for a while now, but I wasn't happy with the final scene, I found it too fluffy considering the complicated dynamic I worked with in the first chapter. And since I really love the balance I found for the Brio dynamic in this first part, I didn't want to destroy it with an out-of-tone follow-up. But I just came up this morning with a way to deepen the interaction without breaking the whole outline (that I like nonetheless) and now everything makes sense so I'm very excited about it and I can't wait to write it. One thing I love in this chapter, aside from the Brio part, is that there will be very funny moments involving Mick and Annie (most of them I haven't planned yet, I just know they'll happen when I'll write those scenes because that's how it goes) and since they're my new BrOTP I'm very excited for it. Also in the Brio part, there's this moment when they reach a whole new level of stupidity and I really like how it's woven in the generally angsty tone of the scene.
Now for the progress... Uuuuuh, like I said it's outlined. The Brio part (which represents I think around 50% of the whole chapter) is partially written already and fully outlined with detailed notes and dialogues lines. The rest is more vaguely outlined so I won't update tomorrow but if I manage to keep my focus on it long enough I might have something ready for editing within a week or two (see how I lowered my expectation on my writing pace? 😂)
16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)
I mean, I'm constantly trying new things in a desperate attempt to improve myself haha!! But I'd say that the Fitzpatrick fic is really something new on a writing point of view, because with few exceptions I've mostly written Beth and Rio POVs, and even if they (hopefully) have different voices, I think that in the way I write them they share a cranky annoyed mood and a fair share of hypocrisy, so it's easier now to settle in that voice, even with a mannerism switch between the two of them. With Fitzpatrick it's different: I really love his character in the show, I think he's got a very sarcastic vibe, a deadpan irony along with extremely affected manners and word choices, so I'm trying to find a very different voice for him, which means changing the way I write a little bit?
I'm also trying to build a consistent backstory for him, which is something new too. There have been a few OCs in my fics so far, but they've never been very fleshed out nor consistent, their only purpose was to move the plot forward or catalyze Beth or Rio's realization of something, so building a character out of the very few things we know from screen feels a little bit like creating an OC, something I've never fully done before. "We don't know much either about Rio," you will retort. And that's true, but the fandom has built a whole fanon over the 1k+ fics about him, so writing about Rio doesn't feel like OC-ing at all, while there are very few contents about Fitzpatrick so it's still unknown territory.
And it's really fun to just think about it and try to infer things from Andrew McCarthy's performance in his few scenes. For instance, (and you may have already inferred that from the snippet I shared lately) I don't know why but I get super strong widower vibes from him. So once I've decided that he’s a widower, I can explore this, study how it affected his trajectory, build motivations, and that's pretty new for me, to just think about a character, let him grow inside my head until I've absorbed enough of him to let him speak through my writing :)
17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
Already answered here so I'll pick 19 instead:
19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)
I definitely have a problem with anaphoras. I'm trying to use them less, but I really love emphasizing the way a character feels, because there is something obsessional in the structure repetition, and also it's a way to mark a progression in the admission (ex. "she wishes she could talk to him. She wishes she could touch him. She wishes she could kiss him"). I also abuse ternary rhythms callbacking each other (for instance in Take A Dip: "Rage. Lust. Resentment." to describe the way Beth and Rio fuck, followed later by "Want. Loss. Forgiveness." when they kiss).
I think I have a kissing fixation too, that's definitely something I like writing more than sex, and using how characters kiss as a way to convey the way they feel about each other is a trope I'm basically writing everywhere (that works for sexual positions too). I think I'm repeating myself a lot in sex scenes because it's getting harder to find new ways to describe what happens there.
Among the words I write too often are probably "eyes", "lips", "tongue", "annoying", "snort", "bite", "angry" and "desperate" (which is an actually pretty accurate description of the way I perceive Beth and Rio's dynamic).
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Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you could talk about/redirect me to your thoughts about studying for your Master's? I'm starting a Master's in Literature in September, and although I have a Bachelor's in Literature, I don't feel like I have an effective studying method/not sure how to approach studying at Master's :( Do you have any advice?
Hi anonymous! Thank you for your question!
Okay so here is the skinny: I didn't actually bother doing a masters. I graduated from my BA in July 2017 and i started my PhD in September 2018. HOWEVER I do have a few tips for studying effectively.
Find a schedule that works for you. Seriously. Okay so some things will be timetabled out of your control according to your profs availability or whatever but take control of the rest. I spent my first year of undergraduate studies trying to stay up late at night to work because I thought that was the done thing at university. It doesn't work for me. I get up at 6.30am every morning and i start my work day at 7.30/8am. I go to bed at 11pm. People think I'm crazy but that's when I'm most productive. Obviously this works in reverse too, don't sit at your desk at 6.30am if you're a late night worker - do what works best for you!
Follow your curiosity! Again, I wasted a lot of time producing mediocre essays on topics I thought my professors wanted to hear about instead of chasing the things that made me tick. Since I've started doing that the quality of my work and my enjoyment of it have sky rocketed.
Remind yourself breaks are PART of the process not an optional extra. Take five. Do a meditation. Eat something. Drink some water. Your work will be better for it.
In terms of how I actually study a TEXT the process goes like this: read the text, annotate as I go anything that looks interesting or weird or is repeated a lot. Write a lot of questions in my notebook. Finish the book- return to questions, select most interesting one with the most relevant textual evidence, search those key words to find out if anyone else has written an essay on this, if they haven't i attempt to answer the question, if they have I read it and see if I agree, and if I don't I write a response to their paper with my own answer to the question. If i agree with them i usually just pick another question lol
More on how to approach a text: look for patterns but also deviations and inconsistencies, look for where it is using other texts like novels or even songs or advertisements, think about tje context of its production, if all else fails go back to basics and close read the first page to see how it sets up the concerns of the text- then think about how well it follows through.
Ask for help and guidance. Professors are scary and you want them to think you're smart but not using them as a resource is dumb af. Go to office hours or send them an email if you have questions.
Tip for editing essays: read it aloud if you have time. Actively force your brain to engage with what you've written. Does it make sense? Does it flow? Most fun if you pretend you are giving it to a conference audience that will supply rapturous applause.
Find somewhere you can actually study. If you get distracted working in your bedroom don't work there. If the study commons or coffee shop is noisy and you need quiet don't work there. If the library is cold and it's distracting you don't work there. Find a space that will keep you on track (this can be hard depending on your needs but if it is hard TALK TO YOUR DEPARTMENT / UNI ADMIN- personally I had real difficulty adjusting to how noisy American university libraries are so I talked to a prof and he was like 'you can work in this disused classroom' - solved!).
Hand writing notes helps retention and also you will not be tempted to copy and paste note style writing into an essay. Again this really depends on what you are like as a student but I used to have this massive hang up that EVERYTHING I typed had to come out PERFECT. Now I am queen of The Draft(tm). I free-write/brain dump everything I think about my topic into my notebook. Then I type a first draft - even if some of the points are literally analysed by me typing "bla bla something about sun tanning and the beauty industry'. Then I print it out and go through and mark it with a coloured pen. THEN I type it up. Not edit it. I type it up from scratch. Then I read it aloud and make minor edits and submit.
Do your readings and go to class! Not sure if you have classes but if you do hijack that shit when appropriate. Obviously don't be That Guy. But if you are in a class and the discussion is moving towards talking about the presentation of Hollywood in F Scott Fitzgerald's work and you want to write an essay on that then speak up and utilise the hive mind. Say 'what do you guys think about how this guy uses a megaphone in this part and what does it tell us about different kinds of "directing" going on in this book?' Just say it- maybe someone else has noticed something you haven't and it will help!!
Anyway I hope this was helpful but please get in touch if I can provide any more clarification or examples! My final tip is to crush it ☺
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Show Up | David Dobrik & Jeff Wittek
Description: The day after a party where the reader cheated on David with Jeff.
Disclaimer: the format is a little weird bc i had their argument in between the story, but i liked the way it came out, if it gets confusing read the normal print first and the italics second.
Requested?: Yes by @samanthaaaa18 : an imagine where the reader is dating David and cheats on him with Jeff
with additional ideas from @obesionoffandoms
A/N: I based this off of a song called "Show Up" by Catey Shaw, the lyrics seemed to fit with the theme of the story sooo. Also I think this is possibly one of my favorite things ive ever written wow okay thank yall for requesting this, enjoy.
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Natalie loved to tease David and Y/n about their relationship. It was one of the only perks of being in the house when they had sex. She always made it seem like an inconvenience, loving to hear their embarrassed apologies. Y/n should have paid attention to this teasing, for remembering it could've saved her relationship with David.
Dizzy. She was dizzy in the best way, and the tingles moved through her whole body. She usually never drank this much, and David knew that. He decided just to let her go wild in the saftey of his house. She couldn't do anything dangerous in his house, right?
"How did any of this happen?"
The alcohol made her horny. She wanted someone, anyone, to do nasty things to her. David was the first option, and should have been the only option.
"This wouldn't have happened if you would've just fucked me!"
He didn't want to take advantage of her, and besides, being drunk wasn't attractive. He needed to edit, his job comes first.
"I was busy! I didn't want the vlog to be late!"
He didn't want to stay up all night again. It was tiring. He wanted to upload before sunrise.
"The vlog is always late! Maybe if you would pay more attention to me I wouldn't feel the need to get wasted!"
She wanted attention and he refused to give it to her. He stayed in the living room editing until 6am. He had his headphones on, and didn't hear a thing. Natalie did.
"I should be able to trust you around my friends without worrying that you'll fuck them by accident!"
Everyone slowly trickled out of the podcast room, returning home one by one. David assumed Jeff had left with someone else. So when he went to bed, and Y/n wasn't in it, he was fine to leave her passed out somewhere else alone without even checking on her.
"Maybe if you would've came to check on me, even just one time, you could've forced me to go to sleep or sober up."
She and Jeff were naked, tangled beneath a Vlouge blanket. David's printed face smiled at them. They had both gotten what they needed before blacking out. When she woke up, the hangover was intense. Her head pounded as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The feeling of regret ached through her whole body.
"Why is it always my responisbility? Why is it always my fault?"
She woke Jeff up, forcing him to put clothes on before he fell back asleep. She went to the bathroom and cried.
"If you would show up to our relationship once and a while it wouldn't be your fault. It's like you're constantly running a marthon, but you never cross the finish line. You've fixed up a beautiful car and then you never drive it. The work was done, but you didn't show up, so I left."
She was up all morning, just sitting in the living room, staring at the blank screen of the TV. She watched Jeff leave without saying a word. She faked a smile as Natalie passed through the living room. She faked small talk as David sat next to her. She thought about how fucked up their relationship was. How he paid attention to her in the beginning, and built this beautiful relationship, but now its stagnant. It hasn't grown or moved in a while. She is always second in his mind, when really she should be first.
"Okay, then fucking leave."
She held back tears from her eyes as she realized she's been done with this relationship for a while. David didn't notice the how red and puffy her eyes were.
"I did, David. I've been fucking gone. You're just too far up your camera's ass to notice."
Natalie entered the room, sitting on the couch opposite the broken couple. "Can you two please try to stay in your bedroom next time? You kept waking me up with all of your moaning." Natalie waited for their cheeks to turn red and for them to say sorry. She quickly realized that something was wrong.
"You know I fucking love you, right?"
David turned his gaze to Y/n. This time he noticed the tears as they poured out of her eyes. His heart shattered, realizing what she'd done.
"No. You don't love me. Even if you did, how the fuck would I know?"
His voice cracked as he asked her who it was. "Jeff." She whispered.
"Why haven't you talked to me about this before? Why do I only find out about your feelings after you go and ruin everything?"
He got up and went to his room, leaving Natalie to watch her bawl her eyes out.
"David, I've tried to tell you! You never want to listen! I've tried to save this relationship countless times and you haven't even noticed anything was wrong with it!"
She got tired of crying. She was mad. David's door burst open and the argument started.
"I'm sorry."
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