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telesthisia · 4 years ago

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mun name: Amber!! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike (I think at least, if not don’t be afraid to send in asks either I try my best to get to them ;v;)! I do have a personal blog but weeps.... me no longer active on there. And a twitter but weeps once again, it’s an oc twitter despite my yellings of off topic things. MY DISCORD TOO!! Though my activity is very inconsistent somedays I’ll be on others not so much! Don’t be afraid to ask for that uvu

who the heck is my muse anyway?

HOHO!!! For those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

The Zelda I play as is the princess of Hyrule during a point in the timeline known as “Downfall Era” where the Hero of Time in OOT lost against Ganondorf in the final battle; Ocarina of Time is the reason for why there’s multiple timelines with each having their unique era depending on the choices in that game. The Downfall Era is known for having games known as A Link to The Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Time, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes, The OG Legend of Zelda, Annnnd Adventure of Link! The Zelda I play as comes from A Link to The Past as well as the Oracle series and I guess Link’s Awakening despite having no appearance. The events of A Link to The Past and Oracle Series has deeply affected my Zellie in that she suffers from unspoken traumas as well depression. See, before the events of ALTTP there was a war known as the Imprisoning War, that war ended where the seven sages seal away Ganon. Peace reigned for a while until a series of plagues and droughts struck which affected the kingdom. It wasn’t until the antagonist of the game, a wizard by the name of Agahnim, would put an end to the misfortunate blighting Hyrule with his magic, gaining favor with the king. He was able to worm his way into court and from there act on his plans in breaking the seal to the sacred realm where the triforce and Ganon rest. Doing so, he must capture the seven maidens who are descendants of the seven sages and sacrifice them in order to break the seal and well, guess which princess happens to be one of those seven maidens? Suffice to say, he was successful in breaking the seal with Zelda being the final sacrifice. Here we find out that he’s actual the alter ego of Ganon (don’t question it too hard) and we also find out she’s not dead! Hooray! But she is trapped in a plane known as The Dark World, once the sacred realm corrupted by Ganon’s greed. So as all LOZ stories goes, Link saves the day. Happily ever after, right? Well... no, see unlike in the game where the ending is happy and everyone who died is alive I follow both the 90s comics and Himekawa manga where those who died in the games did not come back to life. This includes Zelda’s father, Link’s uncle and some of the maidens. It’s very bittersweet in that, the day is saved and Ganon is gone forever but at the cost of loved ones no longer coming back.

Well... Ganon comes back! In the oracle series! Two years after ALTTP, Twinrova tries to resurrect him by using the blood and body of Princess Zelda, meaning she can actually die this time around. But Link saves the day once again. Which leads us today, the main verse of the blog which is a year after Oracles and three years after ALTTP! NOTE: That my smash verse more or less follows this timeline I have in place for this blog.

things you should know

I sound like a broken record but. She’s a glass canon of sorts. Where she’s very powerful thanks to blood of the seven sages, the light force, and having hylia’s blood in her veins. As such, she’s very powerful and her magic super potent which is why so many people wanna sacrifice for dark rituals... BUT!! She has super power health issues that affects her magical stamina and body as such she can’t even use half her powerful magic and this upsets her greatly. It’s a small headcanon of mine because in the games and manga, she doesn’t really do much despite being a powerful magical princess. Keep in mind that ALTTP came out before the retcon that is Skyward Sword and before they decided to add more to Zelda’s abilities throughout the course of the series... so my brain went to: she’s powerful but can’t use magic too much due to poor health. It worked!! Before smash came along but I swear I’m not at all salty. To be fair, it was my fault for assuming things but imagine: glass canon Zelda. It sounded super cool at the time!

She represses a lot if only for the sake of her nation and to appear as a good leader for her people. As such, she’s almost always calm and has a gentle smile on her face despite radio static sounds resounding in her thoughts. Give her time, she’ll open up and show you her playful side!

She’s been surrounded by death considering before ALTTP, during ALTTP and kinda with Oracles if you count Twinrova, as well as having a connection with the spirit realm due to freaky PSI powers. So, she doesn’t really have a negative view on death and has actually gained that edgy romanticist view as the result of her life experiences. She’s very much someone who likes to live life to her fullest as the result... and well, it doesn’t help that she’s aware of her short life span thanks to her future vision. Something she won’t reveal to anyone more than likely as to not worry them. She’s more or less accepted her fate... speaking of which

She hates fate/destiny/etc but accepts whatever happens because again clairvoyance has proven that there’s no changing what’s been planned. So, she doesn’t bother fighting against it. But, what impresses her are those who manage to overcome destiny, something that Link does sometimes which is why she looks up to him. He’s that variable that the future can’t keep track of due to how ever changing he is.

She loves exploring creepy places, ruins, caves, and dungeons that are scattered throughout her kingdom, for both history and the spooky aesthetics of it! So if you see her outside the castle she’s more than likely getting ready to explore some spooky place. She’s almost always wearing her cloak but there are rare moments where she’s not either ;v; she’ll always go by the name Elle... worth mention she doesn’t bother hiding the mark of the triforce on her right hand.

Speaking of which, only people from the capital known as Castle Town and even some from Kakariko village as well know of the princess’ appearance. Various small towns throughout the land of Hyrule however, only remember her appearance from ALTTP where her hair was a more golden blonde rather than the platinum color that it’s taken from the various fear and stresses from her life. And also, she’s more freckly due to not wearing coverup when outside the castle. Ok well,,,,, here’s the best side by side comparison I have...

If you ask her what the light arrows are, she’ll look at you funny. She comes from a time where silver arrows are a thing :’) the few things that can defeat Ganon

Closet romantic, as in she loves love and wishes for a romance of her own but when it comes to her own feelings she’s an idiot due to repressing feelings.

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel.

where to find her:

Graveyard + Sanctuary: It’s a soothing place to visit and also to pay respects to the fallen in ALTTP.

One of the three provinces (my rendition of Hyrule is a little bigger than the in game map so don’t be afraid to add places that aren’t in ALTTP but in other titles, I know I tend to do): aka anywhere in the fields, she’s a woman plagued with wanderlust and doesn’t like being confined to one place

Kakariko: the villagers who know her true identity are hella nice to pretend that it’s not the princess but Elle! Guards tend to be here after a certain time though, so to avoid them she always avoids going to the village when it’s nearly sundown

Ruins, catacombs, abandon shrines etc: again she likes creepy or historical places or both!

Haunted Grove: Well... it’s haunted! So :’)

Castle: it’s possible to meet her here too! Whether as princess or someone sneaking either out of the castle or back into it.

current plans:

Lead her kingdom to the Golden Age, something her father tried to do before his demise. While wishing to see Link once more.

desired interactions:

I would love the usual adventure threads!!!

FRIENDSHIP!! She needs friends, pls!!

ENEMIES!! It’d be fun to write a more angry Zel who doesn’t get along with someone!

ROMANCE!! I’m a sucker for cuteness ;v; and slow burn ;v;

HORROR AU!! HORROR AU!!!

Creepy gothic threads of Zelda running into a creepy cryptid in a gothic castle on a stormy night.... this is very specific but listen, cries...

Comfort thread ;v;

things that bother me:

People who know she’s the princess right off the bat ticks me off ngl. A-ok if you muse is unaware of her otherwise!

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT SHE’S FROM A BLOODLINE OF A GODDESS AND SAGES DHSJAKJADB no one really knows that the royal family actually did descend from gods, unless your muse is an immortal and is aware of the events that goes on they shouldn’t know this fact. The only thing the public is aware of is how the royal family have mystical powers different from the population.

uhhhh that’s about it? Mostly metagaming pft, not too much bothers me now that I think about.

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; from myself!

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

#dash games.#ah yes.... where amber spews a bunch of words #i will add to this but eyyyy partners check it out if you wanna know some things #anyway uhhh writings coming out soon uvu

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frankics · 5 years ago

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hello all you lovely lovely people ! thanks again for applying to this rp, you have NO idea how excited i am to get this going. i’m lily, i’m newly 20, in the est timezone and my pronouns are she/her. i love trash tv, my puppies, and the collected works of the greatest band in history (one direction). this is my trash daughter frankie, she truly belongs in the garbage but i love her so much. below the cut is my long ass intro for her, i forgive you if you don’t read it all because looking at it now i wouldn’t want to either ! anyway, if you’re interested in plotting with me and frankie, hmu on discord and you can check this blog for some connections i would love to see !

( alisha boe, cisfemale, she/her, MUSE E ) — oh my god, i totally just saw FRANCESCA ARCHER walking through greenwich village! you know, she plays SKYLAR ELLIS on that new netflix show, the village? i can’t believe they’re already famous at TWENTY-ONE. i’ve watched all of their interviews, and they totally come off as IMPERTINENT and RECKLESS, but they can also be ROMANTIC and WITTY. based on their social media, i’d describe FRANKIE like ( worn out black high-tops, mischievous smiles, nails painted different colors, peach vodka, swimming in an ocean during a storm ) — totally makes sense that people call them THE SPITFIRE.

important links: bio. statistics. filmography. muse posts. social media.

warning: death tw on the 5th bullet point!!

the frankie archer story begins in 1996, when her mother yasmiin moves from her home of somalia to brooklyn to pursue an art career. she moved into a tiny apartment halfway across the world, knowing nothing and no one, looking for inspiration. she found it in the form of lorenzo archer, her next door neighbor. they dated for two years, but neither family approved of the other as a match: yasmiin’s family wanted her to return to somalia, and lorenzo’s roman catholic family were not pleased about their son selecting a non-catholic woman. but lorenzo and yasmiin didn’t care, and got married at new york city hall with the court appointed witness. two weeks later, yasmiin was pregnant with frankie.

francesca simone archer was born on june 9, 1999. she is a gemini sun, a scorpio moon, and an aries rising. she was named francesca for her grandmother on the paternal side, and simone after nina simone, the singer that was playing on lorenzo’s record player when they first met. her two siblings, nala archer and zahi archer, were born in 2001 and 2003 respectively.

her childhood is generally quite happy. lorenzo and yasmiin were born to be parents and they love frankie, nala, and zahi endlessly, the type of supportive love that makes children thrive. frankie possesses a natural wit and excels academically, nala is the star athlete, and zahi is a wizard with watercolor. frankie loves the movies and decides she wants to be an actress when she grows up, so lorenzo and yasmiin enroll her in acting classes and improv camps. things chug along in the archer family beautifully.

that is, until frankie gets a high school scholarship to packer collegiate institute, located in the affluent neighborhood of brooklyn heights. she takes it, of course, with her parents’ full support. but she is nothing like anyone else who attends packer, and for a 14 year old who wants to blend in, that is the worst possible thing. she is suddenly, painfully aware of her worn-out clothes, her used books, her strange mother with paint stains on her bleached out jeans. frankie lashes out, screaming and storming off and slamming doors. she and her mother are hurricanes and the rest of the family simply battens down the hatches. one day when frankie is 15, she tells her mother that this family is her worst nightmare. it is the last words she will ever speak to her mother.

a few hours after, the archers get a call that yasmiin has been in an accident. it was a hit and run: a drunk driver t-boned her, and they’re rushing her to the hospital. when the family arrives, the doctors break the news that yasmiin is comatose and that things aren’t looking good. lorenzo refuses to take her off life support, insisting she’ll recover. she is in a coma for nearly a year and a half before he is convinced to pull the plug.

and now, the part of the frankie archer story that everyone knows, the serendipitous hollywood beginning. she’s just a charming, talented, grieving, all-american girl from brooklyn, heading off to juilliard in the fall. on her 18th birthday, the first one spent without her mother, she attends an open call for a role in an indie film called thursday mourning. she thinks it’ll be a fun way to spend the day, or at least distracting enough. and then she gets the fucking part.

long story short, the film blows up. it’s shown at venice, winning the golden lion and a prize for frankie as the most promising young actor in the festival. it’s nominated for four oscars, including a best supporting actress nom for frankie. she doesn’t win, but it’s created a path for her to do whatever she wants, acting-wise. she does three more films in the next two years, gaining a reputation as an indie darling before realizing that indie films don’t make all that much money.

and she needs money, because her father is drowning in hospital bills from yasmiin’s death that he can’t pay. that’s when the offer comes through from her agent: a starring role in an ensemble cast netflix show called the village. she’s planning on throwing the script away. she’s not interested in any television show, much less a teen drama. she’s a serious actress and she certainly doesn’t want to be the next veronica lodge, made fun of on the internet by strangers with discerning taste. but with a little coaxing from her agent, she reads the script, and the role is good, the writing strong. so she takes the village, even though she wants to do movies more, even though she might get memed into oblivion. one episode will halve her father’s debt.

frankie was tapped for the village because while she’s definitely not as famous as some of her other castmates, nor does she have the hollywood background, she has consistently received acclaim for her performances. the producers think it will bring them some clout with the critics, and she has a sterling reputation as a hard worker on set.

so that’s the basic bio of frankie! now onto her personality >:-)

first of all, and most importantly, if you call her francesca you are DEAD.

frankie’s described by the media as a spitfire, and she definitely lives up to that description. she’s not particularly patient with interviews or paparazzi, she has a nasty mouth and an acerbic sense of humor, and to the general public she probably comes across as quite guarded and private about her life. she got into this business to be an actress, not a celebrity.

nevertheless, if she wanted to be a celebrity, she could probably be a pretty beloved one. frankie has a very charismatic, charming way about her, that probably lets her get away with more in the public eye than she should. there’s just something about that hollywood story that makes people relate to her and root for her.

the number one defining characteristic of frankie is her passion. she throws herself intensely into everything she does, feels emotions too vividly, fights for what she wants. she cares so much about everything. acting is her main passion, her forever love. it’s why she’s so good at what she does: she’s not the most talented, she doesn’t have the most training, but she feels so intensely. it also makes her very emotional (classic cancer!) if you’re close with her

also because of this passion, she’s probably the most competitive person you’ll ever meet in your entire life. she’s like, slightly insane about it? she wants to win everything, but she hates losing even more than she likes winning. she’s the type to throw a tiny tantrum if she loses a game of uno.

frankie’s always been bold, likes to live life on the edge, but it became something much uglier after her mother’s death. she’s reckless to the nth degree: doing her own stunts, drinking and partying the night away. she’s not suicidal, but in some ways, it’s like she doesn’t have a huge regard for her own life.

in her private life, frankie is pretty different. it’s not so much that her negative qualities disappear -- she still swears like a sailor and is less than patient. but rather, the flaws become less apparent when you get to know her. she’s sort of a goofy little marshmallow wearing a giant suit of spiky armor.

one of the most loyal people you will ever meet, because she throws herself headlong into friendships and relationships. she’s sort of an all or nothing type gal, so if you befriend frankie expect it to be a very close relationship whether you like it or not.

she is kind of the crazy friend? she’s baby? like she’s absolutely the person who’s encouraging everyone else to do dumb shit, and she’s always coming up with ridiculous ideas and pranks. side note give frankie a prank buddy on set!

she’s really quite witty. she absolutely loves twitter, which is basically the only glimpse the general public would get as to who frankie is in private. her twitter filled with her dumb jokes and random thoughts. in another life, she might have been a twitter comic.

she is a hopeless romantic, which she will never admit to anyone in the world unless it’s layered under 100 miles of sarcasm. the only relationship she’s really ever known is her parents’ relationship, and they were madly in love til the bitter end. she desperately wants something like that, but hasn’t quite found it. she’s been in exactly one pr relationship, but nothing particularly real or long-lasting.

she loves fashion. her mother taught her to sew and she sketches and makes some of her own clothes. her absolute dream is to collab with a designer on a fashion line: some of her favorite labels are marc jacobs, jean paul-gaultier, sies marjan, and moschino! she’s also had a lot of positive press for her red carpet looks.

she has a dog, who she loves more than anything! his name is duke, he’s a staffie rescue, and she brings him on set frequently. she’s lobbying to get him cast as someone’s dog.

she’s playing skylar ellis on the village, and because this is literally so long you can find some info about skylar at these links: statistics, muse posts, social media. i haven’t finished writing her entire bio yet but here’s the rundown: skylar appears to everyone like the pretty princess who has everything she could ever want. her parents are rich, she’s beautiful and smart, and she has a perfect relationship with phillip. but on the inside, she’s drowning. her dad wants her to take over the family company but she wants to be a writer, and the worst part is that she’s good at writing and horrible at business! she’s always been content to go with the flow (aka, what her parents want) because things are good in her life, but after her encounter with james over the summer, she’s realizing that she is completely trapped in a life she doesn’t want in the least. now she’s a conflicted mess of emotion trying to figure out what to do.

#click on her name for a fun lil surprise ;)#this is SO LONG i'm sorry

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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the way you make me feel (is kinda annoying, actually) - ONE-SHOT

Rey’s childhood leaves her with a warped defense mechanism, the kind that makes it hard to trust people and leaves her suspicious of all kindness and frames even the most basic human wants and needs as a weakness.

So naturally, she doesn’t have the best reaction to her instant connection with her new TA.

(In other words, Rey’s not sure who she’s more annoyed at: Ben Solo for being so attractive, or herself for being so attracted to him.)

Here’s a (hopefully!) fun modern college AU in which Rey really, really doesn’t want to be attracted to Ben Solo but oh no, she is anyway. Oh, and what’s this? Actual feelings on top of physical attraction?? Double oh no. (Yeah, full disclosure: this is not my best work.)

Also available on AO3. And hey, maybe check out my Twitter or Ko-fi?

“So then he took me to this underground poker night thing, and I swear I saw Professor Ackbar at one of the tables–”

Finn’s retelling of his fourth date with Poe is cut short when he bumps into Rey, who’s just bumped into Rose, who’s abruptly come to a complete standstill in the very doorway of their lecture hall.

“Rose, what’s–”

“Guys, look!” Rose whisper-screams before Rey can ask why she’s suddenly decided to do her best impression of a live statue. “New TA alert!” she squeals as quietly as one can in a half-empty room with at least sixty other people present, pointing at Hux’s usual desk in the corner in the least subtle way known to mankind.

“Thank fuck,” Finn cheers a little too loudly, garnering them curious looks from other students filing into the room. “One more day with Hux and I would’ve gotten rid of that weasel myself.”

Rey is vaguely aware of Rose scoffing at his bold proclamation and Finn defending himself, but all of that fades into background noise when she finally catches sight of the newcomer occupying the TA’s desk. He appears to be completely focused on a pile of loose papers spread before him, allowing Rey’s eyes to rove over his dark curls, furrowed brow, prominent nose, plush lips…

Thankfully, Rose puts an end to her uncharacteristic gawking before the man himself notices by hooking their arms together and leading Rey to their usual seats in the third row, cheerfully greeting familiar faces as they pass. And Rose isn't the only one handing out bright smiles and friendly laughter – the air of relief, of sheer joy in the room is palpable, after weeks of suffering through Hux’s miserable presence and the uncertainty of not knowing if Holdo and the dean would side with a bunch of undergrads over one of their own.

Really, Rey muses as everyone settles into their seats and Holdo sweeps into the room precisely on time as always, they should’ve known better than to doubt their professor.

“Good morning, everyone!” Holdo calls out, her gentle, lilting voice accompanied by a blinding smile. “Before we start, let’s address the white elephant in the room, shall we? Armitage Hux, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed given the general air of celebration in this room, has been removed from his position as TA. He has also been removed from the department, and in fact from this campus entirely. His unethical and discriminatory actions and what they represent go against everything I, the dean, and this university stand for, and I can only offer you my sincerest apologies for not catching onto his behavior sooner.”

“But I can promise you this debacle will never happen again, certainly not on my watch and not on Mr. Solo’s here,” she says, gesturing at the man sitting just behind her. “And on that note, I’d like to introduce you to your new TA for this semester. Ben, why don’t you come up and say a few words?”

The man – Ben Solo, apparently – nods with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, but plasters on a polite smile and proceeds to stand up anyway.

“Jesus Christ,” Rose mutters as Ben walks toward Holdo. “Is there a height requirement to TA this class or something?”

Rey merely shrugs, her eyes intent on following the movements of this absolute mountain of a man. Because sure, Hux had been ridiculously tall too, but Ben Solo… Ben Solo is a whole different breed, tall and broad and built and…

Oh no, he’s hot.

Blood rushes to Rey’s cheeks at the realization that she finds her new TA attractive, broad shoulders and lush hair and thick lips and all, and of course that’s the exact moment his eyes happen to meet hers.

“Hi, everyone,” he says, and Rey can’t even bring herself to react to his voice because he appears to be addressing her directly, making her skin prickle and her throat dry and her heart pound. She drops her eyes down to her hands, and doesn’t look up until she feels him look away. “Um, I’m Ben and, as Amilyn here just mentioned, I’ll be your TA for the rest of this semester. I’m also a second-year grad student here at Chandrila U, so uh, that’s one thing I guess we have in common. Oh, and I’m really, really glad Hux is gone too, so make that two things.”

Faint laughter ripples through the room, and the effect it has on Ben is devastating: his eyes light up, his smile relaxes into something closer to a grin, and a little puff of laughter escapes him. What makes all of this ten times worse is the fact that he’s looking at her again, and Rey nearly gives into the smile tugging at her lips in response before she realizes what she’s doing.

She quickly puts a brake on the stupid, girly smile and twists her lips into a scowl instead, internally berating her apparent lack of self-restraint. She’s been attracted to people before, and it’s never fun brushing that aside and pretending nothing’s amiss, but this… this is stupid on so many levels: this is a man she doesn’t know, this is a man in charge of her grades, this is a man she absolutely cannot allow herself to crush on, no matter how deep his voice is or how distracting his lips are or how compelling the sad look in his eyes–

Belatedly, Rey realizes that she’d forgotten to duck her head while lost in thought and that she now appears to have been scowling at her new TA for the past ten seconds for no reason at all.

This is what happens when she allows outsiders and hormones and feelings to complicate things.

She looks away then, and scrutinizes the abysmal state of her nails until a scraping sound indicates that Ben Solo is once again safely tucked away in his little corner desk. The next time she looks up, Holdo has returned to the lectern and is pulling up her slides for the day.

Class passes by in a flash after that, as it always does. Holdo is known for interactive and informative lectures that are always succinct and lively, making her a campus favorite. It’s the reason why Rey, along with more than a third of her classmates, opted for a notoriously heavy poli-sci class as their elective in spite of all the ‘easier’ options available to them, and it’s a decision she’s almost never regretted.

And with Armitage Hux, TA from hell, abuser of power, and thinly-veiled racist/sexist/classist pig, finally gone, Rey can now confidently say she has zero regrets about signing up for this class.

At the end of lecture, Amilyn raises her voice to be heard above the din of nearly a hundred and fifty students rushing to pack up and hurry to their next class or lunch. “One last thing! Ben and I have been hard at work all weekend regrading your papers in light of Hux’s misconduct, and your new grades will be available in an hour’s time. All right, class dismissed!”

Sitting in the third row gives Rey and her friends the distinct advantage of being closer to the doors, allowing them to rush out before everyone else gets stuck at the bottleneck. Today, though, another person manages to make it out with them.

Ben Solo passes through the doors at the exact same moment as her, his arm brushing her shoulder as they walk out. He murmurs an apology, one Rey is fully prepared to acknowledge with a simple, wordless nod, only to follow it up with a question. “Rey Niima, right?”

Her name said in that voice, coming from those lips, has Rey twisting her face into a grimace in reaction to the unusual fluttery feeling in her stomach right now.

“Yes,” she says, directing a glare at the retreating backs of her traitor friends scurrying down the hallway to avoid the TA before she turns to face him. “That’s me. Is something wrong?” Rey asks a little too sharply, courtesy of a lifetime of learning to hide her uncertainty and weakness behind a façade of ice-cold irritation and aloofness.

A sharp spike of regret lances through her when the slight smile on Ben’s face wavers.

“No, nothing’s wrong, not at all,” he mumbles without quite looking at her. “Sorry, it’s just… I recognized you because of Poe, Poe Dameron?”

It makes sense, Rey supposes, that the two grad students would know each other. But then wouldn’t he recognize Finn and Rose as well?

“And I just…” Ben runs a hand through his hair with a heavy exhale, and Rey’s fingers twitch with the impulse, the want, to do the same. She curls them into her palm instead, digging into her skin so hard she knows she’ll leave a set of angry red crescents behind. “Um, I just wanted to say… your paper was exemplary. If there was any doubt before that Hux was unfairly marking you guys, his treatment of your essay would’ve been proof enough.”

“Oh,” Rey says softly, completely taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. She’s also relieved, so relieved to know that she’s passing this assignment after all – exemplary, he’d said – that the tension in her shoulders just… melts away.

Ben seems to take that as a sign of encouragement, because he barrels through the rest of his thoughts. “The connection between neoliberalism and the shrinking welfare state isn’t new, but the way you wrote about it and the strength of your arguments and the sheer scope of your knowledge and the way you defend your stance – it’s just… the paper really stands out, in a class most people are just taking as an elective. That’s all,” he concludes almost sheepishly, clearly cutting himself off to keep it short.

And Rey, Rey can feel herself straining toward him like a flower to the sun, her starved soul eagerly lapping up every last drop of validation and praise. But…

But old habits die hard, and her first instinct is still to treat kindness – especially unwarranted, unexpected kindness – with suspicion and casualness, to pretend that his words have no effect on her.

So she shrugs and says, “Elective or not, it still affects my overall grade.” And then, because she likes to think she’s made some progress in the last three years, Rey allows herself a barely-there smile and adds, “So um, I’m glad to hear I did well. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Oh, uh, sure, no problem–”

She’s already turning away as he speaks, intent on getting the hell out of here before she can do something stupid like actually smile at him or get lost in his eyes or give him any hint of how much the opinion of a total stranger means to her.

“Yeah, thanks again, see you around!” Rey tosses over her shoulder, and wills herself not to break into a run as she chases after her friends, who have been waiting just around the corner like the absolute assholes that they are.

“Oh my god, Finn,” Rose squeals as Rey catches up to them. “Is she blushing? I think someone’s blushing,” she adds in a sing-song voice.

Finn laughs and teasingly jostles her as the three of them fall into step. “I didn’t even know you were capable of turning this pink, peanut!”

“I hate you both,” Rey mutters at her friends, but even their knowing looks can’t keep her from turning back to get one last glimpse at Ben.

He’s still standing where she’d left him, looking completely still… and lost.

Rey almost allows herself to feel bad for him.

❄ ❄ ❄

Their subsequent interactions don’t go any better.

The second time they meet outside of class, it’s for a quick feedback session that she’d taken three whole days to talk herself into setting up. Rey splashes cold water on her face ten minutes before Ben’s office hours start, takes deep, calming breaths throughout her short journey from the library to the grad student lounge, and instantly regrets every single life choice she’s ever made when she walks in to find him waiting for her.

Even worse, he appears to be genuinely happy to see her, spinning around in his chair to greet her with a wide smile.

And worst of all, he’s traded in the black sweater from last time for a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up that somehow – impossibly – makes him look even bigger as he gestures for her to take an empty seat next to him so they can both refer to his screen. She’d emailed him her two ideas for the final research paper ahead of time, along with a brief outline for both, and it’s actually really nice to see that Ben’s clearly taken the time to go through everything she sent him and come up with valuable feedbacks and concerns for both ideas.

What’s not so nice, though, is the fact that she keeps getting distracted by his exposed forearms, and then she get visibly flustered about it, and then she grows irritated at herself for being this way, and by the end of her twenty-minute slot with him Ben’s smile is completely gone. Rey can’t even blame him, not with her distraction and irritation conspiring to make her seem ungrateful for and uninterested in his feedback.

All in all, it’s a disaster – and yet, somehow not nearly as bad as the third time they meet.

Two weeks later, Poe somehow manages to talk Ben into joining them for their weekly happy hour over at Maz’s. It’s bad enough when he shows up without warning, but Rey knows things are about to get really bad when she realizes that he’s in a tee shirt this time, a tight tee shirt paired with jeans that show off way more than his usual slacks.

Rey tells herself that it’s natural to feel hot in a crowded cantina, that she’s only overheating because she hadn’t had the time to change out of her sweater and jeans before heading here straight from the library.

A hush falls over their table when Poe shows up with their new TA of all people, but Finn and Rose quickly recover from their shock to seamlessly weave Ben into their ongoing conversations about midterms, holiday plans, and more. Rey, however, takes a little longer to adjust.

And maybe, just maybe, her external silence while she internally snaps at herself to get her fucking hormones under control comes off as a little unwelcoming, because at some point she feels Ben’s eyes on hers only to see him quickly look away when she finally lifts her head, his lips devoid of a smile and his shoulders slumped in what she can only assume is discomfort at being around her or disappointment at her behavior.

He gets over it quickly enough though, falling into easy conversation with the others while Rey makes the occasional contribution here and there, though only when prompted by Finn or Rose or Poe. She feels Ben’s eyes on her every now and then, but they manage to avoid each other until Finn and Poe finally slip away to join the crowd gathering on the makeshift dance floor and Rose goes off to say hello to some friends at another table a few minutes later.

After what feels like an eternity of uncomfortable silence and avoiding his eyes and growing steadily warmer to the point of discomfort and nausea, Rey nearly jumps out of her seat when Ben finally speaks.

“Would you… that is… I was wondering if…” He closes his eyes for a moment and clears his throat, and Rey thinks she catches the faintest hint of a flush on his cheeks when she finally finds the courage to look directly at him.

It turns into an outright blush when he opens his eyes to find her staring at him. “I, um, I’m going to get another round,” Ben tells her, tipping his empty beer bottle at her. “Can I get you a drink?” he asks with a little smile.

And she knows, Rey knows he’s just asking out of politeness, just asking because it’s the friendly thing to do and he probably doesn’t mean it that way and honestly, even if he did it wouldn’t be the end of the world–

But suddenly it’s just too much too bear, the heat and the noise and the way that stupidly cute shy little smile makes her feel, and before she knows it Rey’s slipping out of the booth and collecting her jacket. “No thanks, I’m done for the night,” she abruptly announces, words tumbling past her lips in her haste to get out of the cantina and into the cool October night before she passes out or spontaneously combusts or something.

Rey thinks she hears a disappointed little oh as she brushes past him, but she chalks that up to her imagination and doesn’t look back as she steps out into the night. Later that evening, alone in her bed, Rey spends the entire night tossing and turning and dreaming about Ben Solo. Her Saturday morning plans are completely messed up the next day, when she finds herself trying to catch up on sleep instead of going for a run and stocking up on groceries and working on her paper.

Her wasted Saturday only confirms her suspicions: Ben Solo is a distraction, the way he makes her feel is annoying, and there is absolutely no space for him in her life.

So when things suddenly take a turn, it’s probably for the better. Rey should probably be happy. Things will probably go back to normal now.

But it doesn’t feel like anything’s better when Ben stops looking at her in class the next week.

She doesn’t feel happy when he runs into her and her friends at their usual coffee shop a few days later and he acknowledges Finn and Rose by name, only to give her a wordless nod and then brush past her.

And it definitely doesn’t feel normal when Poe convinces Ben to join their group for brunch two Sundays later and she doesn’t feel his eyes on her even once.

After nearly a month of being ignored by Ben, Rey can’t tell who she’s more annoyed at: Ben for disrupting her life and making her feel this way, or her for letting herself get all messed up over a man who’s practically a stranger. All she knows is that she’s crankier than she’s ever been, and that doesn’t bode well for Rose and the sympathetic looks she keeps giving Rey every time Ben acts like she doesn’t exist.

She finally snaps after class one day, when Holdo informs her that Ben’s too busy to handle office hours so Holdo will be stepping in for Rey’s scheduled consultation regarding their upcoming midterms instead. Rose walks her out of class with a supportive hand on her back and looks at her as if someone’s just run over Rey’s beloved puppy or something, and it all finally gets to be too much.

“Stop it,” Rey hisses, shaking Rose’s hand off her. “Stop acting like… like I’m broken, or someone died, or something. Just stop.”

Her friend just gives her a sad little shake of her head. “Rey… I wish you’d get it together and fix this, for both your sakes. Poe thinks maybe you really hurt his feelings.”

The accusation – gentle though it may be – lands a little too close to home for Rey, who’s spent half her nights dreaming about Ben’s smile and the other half losing sleep over all the times she wiped it right off his face.

“Or maybe,” she snaps back defensively, “he’s just an asshole for no reason and I was right to treat him exactly the way I did.”

Rose simply crosses her arms and gives Rey a look, the very rare kind that signals she’s run out of patience for someone’s bullshit. “Honey… I love you, but I’m starting to worry that maybe you’re the asshole in this situation.”

Rey storms off without a word.

She’s always been good at running away from the truth like that.

❄ ❄ ❄

Two more weeks pass.

Midterms come and go and get graded, and Rey sees red when she receives a B- while all of her friends score As and B+s.

It’s like Armitage fucking Hux all over again. She knows she deserves at least a B+, knows this isn’t about her work but about her, and like hell is she letting another asshole TA unfairly target her.

Her rage carries her all the way across campus and into the grad student lounge, potent enough that she doesn’t even hesitate when she realizes she and Ben are the only two people in the quiet room.

He doesn’t notice her at first, grading away with headphones in. Rey takes a probably unhealthy amount of satisfaction at the way he jumps when she announces her presence by slamming her palm onto his desk, and barely waits for him to take off his headphones before she says, “I demand a remark.”

She’s prepared for an instant refusal, for bullshit excuses, even for him to outright ignore her, but Rey is not prepared for the way he just looks at her, staring into her eyes with an indecipherable look in his.

It’s… unsettling, the way he looks at her, the way it makes her feel. “I worked my ass off studying for that goddamn test, which you would know if you hadn’t bailed on me when I made an appointment with you about it, so I know for a fact that I deserve better. Which means you’re going to pull up my paper and remark it, even if I have to stay here and go through it word by word with you until you treat me fairly like a decent goddamn person–”

Ben’s shoulders slump, but strangely she’s the one who suddenly runs out of steam. He’s not looking at her anymore, choosing to stare at the floor instead as one hand nervously fiddles with the pen in his grip… and there, under his hand, laid out on his desk, is her midterm.

“I’m sorry,” he says so quietly she almost misses it, even in a room with absolutely no other sound. “You’re… you’re right. You deserve better, and I was being unfair. Childish and unprofessional and–” Ben sighs, and drags a hand over his face. “God, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll fix it right now, I was about to anyway, I regretted it the second I– Anyway, if you want to go to Holdo about this…”

She’s a little too hung up on childish and unprofessional to realize what he’s saying at first. What cause has she ever given him to be childish and unprofessional to her and her alone?

Unbidden, the image of Rose rolling her eyes flits into Rey’s mind – and with it, some of the last words they’d ever exchanged on the topic of one Ben Solo… and his hurt feelings.

Rey’s anger melts away, and so does a bit of the ice wall around her heart when she sees the way Ben is staring blankly at his desk, shoulders curved into themselves in absolute defeat and guilt and… maybe, just maybe, hurt.

His last words finally catch up to her, and she finds herself curling a hand around his shoulder before she’s even consciously aware of choosing to do so. “Just… just fix it, and don’t do it again,” she tells him softly.

Ben doesn’t turn to look at her, but she knows she’s not imagining the way he leans into her touch just the slightest bit. “Never again,” he vows and slowly, ever so slowly, turns around to look at her.

And something inside her, the same something that keeps her up at night with memories of him and reminds her of him at the oddest times and makes her heart ache as she looks at him now, compels Rey to hold out her hand and offer him a smile. “Truce?”

His hand shakes as he slowly reaches out to meet her. It makes no sense, the way her hand fits perfectly in his even though his absolutely dwarfs hers, but Rey manages to beat back an instinctive flare of irritation at the discovery and keeps her smile firmly plastered on instead.

“Truce,” Ben murmurs in agreement, and gives her a small smile in return.

She cherishes it more than she probably should, the lingering smile on his lips as they remain that way, hand in hand, until the sound of approaching footsteps snaps her out of the moment.

The sound of Poe’s voice hits her like a bucket of ice water, and Rey drops Ben’s hand as if she’s been burned, ignoring the way his face falls when she rips her hand out of his.

“Oh hey there, Rey!” Poe says cheerfully, heading straight for them. Thankfully she’s had her back to the door this entire time, conveniently hiding their hands from Poe’s view. “Nice to see you in our neck of the woods for once. What’s up?” he asks, throwing himself down onto a nearby chair and rolling it over to them.

“Just wanted to discuss my midterms with Ben, that’s all,” Rey tells him, summoning the most natural-feeling smile she’s capable of right now. “I was just about to head out, actually. I’ll see you at Taco Thursday?”

Poe nods enthusiastically. “Definitely. Finn won’t stop talking about it. Wait,” he suddenly says, turning to Ben with narrowed eyes. “You still haven’t gotten back to me on that! I’m not letting you bail on me again, buddy.”

Guilt slams into Rey like a freight train. She’s noticed Ben’s increasingly frequent absences at their group outings this month, but she’d desperately tried to protect herself from the truth by linking it to what Holdo had said about him being busy with his research this month. The way Ben’s eyes flit to her before he turns to Poe, though, tells her everything she needs to know.

“I’m sorry, Poe–”

“You should come,” Rey says before she can overthink it, before Ben misses out on yet another evening with friends just because of her.

He and Poe turn to her with matching looks of wide-eyed surprise, and the sight is enough to coax a real smile out of her.

“I should?” Ben asks.

Rey nods, ignoring the way Poe’s mouth is slowly curving into a grin as his eyes jump from one of them to the other as if he’s observing a ping pong match. “Yeah, definitely. It’ll be fun.”

She’d much rather focus on the way Ben’s smiling at her anyway, a genuine, fragile little thing full of hope and joy while he gives her the softest, warmest look she’s ever received.

“Okay,” he finally says.

“Okay,” she echoes, knowing that she’s smiling like a fool.

“Okay!” Poe cheers, pumping his fist for exaggerated effect. “Taco Thursday, here we come!”

“I’ll see you guys then,” Rey says with a little laugh, and waves goodbye at Ben even as Poe starts to talk his ear off about bro time and the idea of a taco competition and god knows what else.

He waves back, eyes on her until she finally, reluctantly turns her back to him and leaves the lounge. She walks for all of two minutes before she turns a corner and slumps against the wall, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart and quell her wide grin.

Ben Solo might be a distraction, but the way he makes her feel… isn’t all that bad, Rey supposes. Maybe there’s some room for him in her life after all.

❄ ❄ ❄

Rey does not so much decide to let Ben into her life as she decides to just… allow it to happen.

True to their promise in the grad lounge, they fall into a tentative truce – and it’s almost as if the universe takes that as a sign and decides to run with it. Suddenly there are secret smiles shared in every single class, near-daily run-ins around campus that include friendly hellos, and, of course, an endless string of group outings organized by a gleeful Rose and a scheming Poe.

(Finn, bless his heart, simply tells her to trust her gut the day he finally catches on to what’s happening and leaves it at that.)

With each smile, each hello, each group brunch or lunch or dinner or happy hour that somehow always ends up with the two of them sitting and talking together… Rey feels every facet of her defense mechanism slowly melting away, leaving behind only her undeniable connection with Ben and the fact that he’s worth being attracted to, worth caring about, worth making herself vulnerable to and for.

She doesn’t really have the time or energy to do anything with that realization though, not with finals just around the corner. The last leg of the semester is an endless nightmare, with major papers due and ‘surprise’ revision quizzes and, of course, finals themselves.

There’s barely any time to eat, sleep, and breathe, let alone think and feel and reach out, until she makes it out of her last final the Friday before Christmas relatively unscathed. It’s been a miserable two weeks, but the relief of finally being done –for now – gives Rey a much-needed burst of energy to drag herself over to Maz’s later that day where everyone else is celebrating the end of finals and the semester as a whole.

She draws the line at dancing though, telling Finn and Rose that she can barely keep her eyes open when they try to pull her into the fray.

“You should’ve just stayed home,” Rose says with a concerned frown as Finn disappears to get her another round before they leave her to her own devices.

She would’ve, if not for the fact that this is probably her last chance to see Ben this year. She’s not all that familiar with the schedule for grad school, but surely even they get to go home for the holidays.

Rey doesn’t tell Rose any of this, though. “If I’d stayed home, I probably would’ve crashed for twenty-four hours straight or something like that,” she says instead, which isn’t all that far from the truth.

Finn returns with her drink a few minutes later, and the two of them fuss over her a little more until Poe and Ben show up.

He smiles at her, and Rey fights off the sudden and strong urge to curl into him and go to sleep in his arms.

“Perfect timing!” Finn says as he gives his boyfriend a quick kiss before Poe heads off to get drinks for Ben and himself. “Ben, you’re not much of a dancer, right?”

“That’s probably the understatement of the century,” Ben says in that dry way of his, drawing laughs from the rest of them. And then, before Finn can even ask, he nods. “You guys go ahead and have fun, I’ll sit with Rey.”

Rose and Finn need no further convincing, immediately disappearing into the crowd gathered in the center of the room. Poe stops by their table just long enough to drop off their drinks, and quickly follows suit.

And then, as is so often the case with these group outings, it’s just her and Ben.

“Too tired to dance?” he asks, moving closer to be heard above the crowd.

Rey slumps onto the table with her head cradled in her folded arms. “Finals broke me,” she mutters into her arm, not quite sure if Ben can even hear her.

He does, somehow, and gives her a quiet laugh in return. It warms her in all the right ways now, coaxing a slow, lazy smile from her as she turns to look up at him.

“I’m sure all of your hard work will pay off,” Ben predicts confidently, and Rey lets out a little hum in reply before they fall into a comfortable silence. She doesn’t fall asleep, can’t with all the noise in the background, but she closes her eyes for long stretches of time and pretends she doesn’t feel the warmth of Ben’s gaze on her every time she does.

It’s nice, what they have together. Warm and easy and comfortable, so comfortable that Rey isn’t really thinking straight when she allows a combination of exhaustion and alcohol and, quite frankly, affection and fondness and want to thoroughly lay waste to her verbal filter.

“I’m hostile toward people I want to fuck,” she finally admits, eyes half-closed and words more than a little slurred.

The booth seems to shake along with Ben when he startles at her blunt confession. “What?” he asks faintly, as though she’s knocked the wind out of him. She opens her eyes to find him staring at her all wide-eyed like a deer in headlights and shit, that shouldn’t be attractive but of course it is, everything about him is.

And the best part is, that’s just one of the many reasons why Rey somehow finds it within herself to shake off her exhaustion, pull herself upright, and finally take a leap of faith. “That was crude, sorry,” she says with a little smile, biting back a laugh at the way Ben just blinks at her.

“It’s just…” And this is the hard part, the bit she’s never actually put into words, not even for Finn and Rose, not even for herself, but for Ben she’s willing to try and finally make sense of it all, of the warped defense mechanism her childhood had forced upon her without her even consciously knowing it. “Where I grew up, how I grew up… I couldn’t have any distractions or weaknesses,” Rey begins, and finds the strength to go on in the way Ben hangs on to her every word like he actually cares, in the way he leans in and blocks out the rest of the world behind him so that she can share this secret with him and only him. “And for the longest time, my greatest weakness was wanting. There were… so many things I wanted, people above all. Parents and friends and just… someone who cared, that’s all.”

To his credit, Ben stays quiet and lets her go on even though it looks like it physically pains him not to say something at this point. He finds a nice compromise by placing one hand next to hers on the table in a silent offer, and Rey smiles as she takes him up on it and slides her hand into the familiar, comforting hold of his. “Eventually, I learned that having feelings for someone, wanting them, caring about another person’s opinion of me or even caring for another person period… all of that made me vulnerable, in one way or another. I learned that I couldn’t afford any of that, and so I trained myself out of it. I stopped wanting, stopped trusting…” she pauses, takes a shaky breath, “stopped feeling, for the longest time.”

And Ben, Ben just squeezes her hand and gives her a small smile and nods for her to go on.

“Then I moved here three years ago, and everything changed. Suddenly it was okay to like being around people and to want to make friends and even to want someone. But my brain didn’t quite get the message, I think,” Rey says with a laugh, “because whenever I do find myself attracted to someone – not that it happens often, I honestly can’t remember the last time before you –, I just get really, really weird and silly and pissed about it, like how dare you be appealing to me and make me feel things I didn’t ask to feel, and then…” She shrugs. “Well, you’ve seen firsthand how much of an asshole I can be when that happens.”

At some point during her word vomit Ben’s hand had grown slack in hers, and so Rey lets go and busies herself with peeling the label of his bottle while he processes her little – well, not so little – ramble.

It takes a while. Quite a while, really, so much so that Rey starts to wonder if she’s just made an absolute fool of herself by throwing caution to the wind just this once. Just as she’s about to give up and shut down and run away from him, though, Ben finally speaks.

“Um,” he says, and it’s the look in his eyes, uncertainty swirling with the slightest bit of hope, that keeps her in place even as he struggles to form more words. “Um, so you… does that mean… because you just said– And I’m not your TA anymore, you should probably know that, Amilyn and I finished grading the finals two days ago so… I mean… if you want…”

He sounds so hesitant and uncertain and shy, and Rey’s heart is so full of endearment and fondness and affection for this ridiculous man. She takes pity on Ben, figuring she owes him a break anyway, and finds enough courage for the both of them to take one last leap and ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t leave her hanging this time. “Please,” he breathes almost immediately, almost reverently, and catches her as if he’s been doing it all their lives when she promptly throws herself into his lap. His lips are so soft, just as she’d known they would be, and at first he kisses her so sweetly it makes Rey’s heart ache. It doesn’t take long for him to get comfortable though, for him to coax her to part her lips while his hands settle around her hips, for him to make her heart race.

And Rey, Rey is living for this, has dreamed of it for far too long to even think of stopping him now, even as the loud music and endless chatter insist on reminding her of just where they are. It isn’t until Poe alerts them to his presence with a wolf whistle that they finally part, though Ben still keeps her firmly within his arms even as they turn to find all three of their friends staring at them with smirks of varying degrees.

“Get a room, lovebirds!” Poe finally cackles, prompting Finn and Rose to burst into laughter as well.

Rey waits for dread to put out the fire in her veins, waits for her instincts to kick in and attempt to extricate herself from the situation, waits for her automatic reaction of making up for a moment of weakness by turning herself into a fortress.

It never comes – not any of it, not even the slightest blush of humiliation. She relaxes into Ben’s arms as the realization finally washes through her and settles into her bones: it’s not a weakness, what she feels for Ben Solo. Frankly, it’s exhilarating.

On that note, she allows herself a smile so wide her cheeks hurt. “Great idea, Poe,” she says casually, and turns back to a grinning Ben. “What do you think?”

Ben leans down and gives her a chaste kiss. “Yes,” he murmurs against her lips, “yes to everything.”

And so, with the very, very vocal blessings of their far too enthusiastic friends, they make their way out of the cantina and into the night. And sure, it’s still really unfair for Ben to be so hot and smart and nice, for him to look the way he does as he drapes his coat around her before ushering her to his car, but funnily enough, Rey can no longer find it within herself to be annoyed by any of that.

Ben Solo might be the biggest distraction of her life, but that’s okay. The way he makes her feel is new and foreign and all kinds of wonderful, and Rey decides right there and then that she’s definitely going to keep him in her life.

❄ ❄ ❄

Hey, remember when I came back from hiatus last month and assumed at some point I'd get back into the swing of things and remember how this whole writing business works?

I have never been so wrong in my life. But I'm also having great fun stringing together words and stories even though I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, so at least there's that. Anyway, thanks for stopping by and I hope this was as much fun to read as it was to write! As always, please don't hesitate to like/reblog/leave a comment!

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fallinnflower · 5 years ago

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the one with the ferris wheel cliche

baron x reader (ft. st.van x reader!bff, fluff, non-idol!au, double date!au)

a/n: full disclosure i wrote this because my best friend and i saw some tag yourself based on your birth month thing on twitter about which vav member you’d go to a fair with and we’re both april babies and got ‘baron AND st.van’, so this happened. i don’t know where that tweet is now, sadly, but if anyone sees it lmk :)

Every year, the fair comes to town.

It’s not really anything special anymore, hasn’t been since you were a thirteen year old allowed to go with your friends unchaperoned for the first time. Now, you just see over-priced food and slightly unstable-looking rides.

For some reason, none of this stops you from agreeing to a double date at the fair on its final Friday open. You’d like to say it has something to do with nostalgia, or a simple love of cotton candy, but, really, you think Baron’s just a little too charming (and you’re worried your friend might go into cardiac arrest if she has to go on rides alone with Geumhyuk the whole time).

And that’s how a Friday in late August finds you and your best friend answering the door to find Baron (whose hair looks as fluffy as cotton candy and makes you melt in a similar fashion to the sweet) and Geumhyuk (showing off his tattoos in a way you’re sure is more for your friend’s benefit than his own) smiling at you. If you hadn’t been nervous before, then you definitely are when Baron holds out his hand expectantly. Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

You don’t really know Baron that well, to be honest; the two of you just seem to be third- and fourth-wheeling on a cute date for the two people who are actually on a course to dating, if they ever stop being so nervous around each other. Despite this, Baron is extremely sweet to you, acting as if you were really a date he was trying to impress.

You’re starting to understand why literally everyone has a crush on him.

Geumhyuk is quick to buy everyone snacks, repeatedly asking you and your friend if you have everything you need. It flusters your friend, but it makes you laugh watching him attempt to baby the three of you. He implores you to call him ‘St. Van,’ since Baron does, and you attempt to even though it feels kind of weird. You can’t help but notice that Baron seems to be pouting the whole time the St. Van’s attention is turned to you (which isn’t all that long, really). You barely have time to dwell on it before he’s leading you towards a game booth to try and win you a prize.

It’s almost painful watching him play such an obviously rigged game, but you have to admit you’re impressed at how he manages to charm the booth’s elderly manager into giving him a prize anyways. He gently rest his palm on the small of your back and guides you to pick a prize, and you feel the tips of your ears heating up as he looks over your shoulder at the collection of small trinkets available.

You choose a small, fluffy cat keychain with angel wings, and Baron beams at you as you do. The manager winks conspiratorially at you as Baron gently leads you away from the booth towards the strong man game where Van and your friend are still waiting in line.

“I can’t believe you managed to convince that lady to give you a prize,” you laugh, and Baron shrugs, pulling off a piece of cotton candy and holding it towards you. When you hesitate, he simply nudges it closer to your lips until you finally open your mouth. The playful, satisfied smile on his face is so charming it makes you want to melt like the spun sugar on your tongue, and you have to remind yourself again that you barely know Baron and that this outing isn’t even about you and your love life.

“What can I say, I’m just that irresistible.” He pretends flip hair out of his eyes, and you press your lips together to keep from laughing too loudly.

“Whatever you say.” You direct your attention towards where St. Van is now at the front of the line, holding the hammer in his hands and carefully studying the game. St. Van has always been big and somewhat intimidating, but you can’t say you’ve ever been afraid of him — until you see him swing that hammer down and hear the bell ring.

Baron laughs at the slightly shell-shocked expression on your face, while you can’t seem to marry the big smile and slight blush on St. Van’s face as he tells your friend to pick out a giant prize with the one who could probably break you in half like a toothpick. You huff as you realize this means you can’t really threaten him with any sort of physical fight if he hurts your friend’s feelings. Seems you’ll have to resort to blackmail.

Baron immediately begins ribbing St. Van as your friend struggles to get a hold on the giant, round pink cat plush in her arms. You laugh and squish one of its ears down to look at her face,

“What are you gonna do if he wins you another prize?” You ask, and she immediately turns red.

“He already offered to carry this one for me.” You giggle as she appears to get even more flustered as she glances at him.

“Baron charmed the old lady at the game stall for this one,” you say, gently flicking the keychain you have hooked around your belt loop. She smiles down at it.

“Cute,” she coos. She looks back up at you, and the look in her eyes tells you she’s about to say something teasing before she’s interrupted by St. Van gently taking the plush from her arms and tucking it under one of his, that same big smile on his face.

“So, where to next?” You ask as the four of you walk away from the booth, and Baron is quick to grin at you.

“They have some rides over that way.”

“Are there teacup rides?” You ask, and St. Van furrows his brows.

“I think so.” You grin.

“Then we’re going there.”

You (with the help of St. Van and his somewhat outrageous biceps) turn the teacups at the fastest speed possible. A few times you knock into Baron’s shoulder, but you’re both too busy laughing to care, all squished into the teacup together. Sometimes you catch St. Van looking over at your best friend, who’s squeezing the plush to her chest as if that will keep her stable, in a way that makes your heart melt. Maybe you won’t have to resort to blackmail, even.

As you all step off the ride, bumping into each other, your group makes the executive decision to go on the carousel and then hop in line for the ferris wheel so you can get on once the sun has started setting. With night falling, the fairground has become more packed, and Baron takes a gentle hold of your hand.

“So I don’t lose you,” he says, winking over his shoulder as he pulls you along. The two of you fall behind the actual couple, content to let them chat amongst themselves. You find yourself unable to keep the fond smile off your face.

“They make a good pair,” you muse, and Baron hums in agreement from beside you. Baron gently swings your link hands back and forth as you walk along, and you’d nearly forgotten about it until your friend and St. Van turn back to both of you to suggest a pit stop before heading to the Ferris wheel. Your friend’s eyes immediately lock onto Baron’s hand holding yours, raising an eyebrow, and if it weren’t rude you would’ve snatched your hand away. She flashes you one last knowing grin before turning her attention back to her date, leaving you flustered and clammed up for the rest of the walk to the bathrooms.

You and St. Van are left outside, sitting at a picnic table nearby. There’s a good view of the Ferris wheel where you are, and it gets you thinking a bit — it’s pretty romantic for an almost-couple and two strangers to go on on a double date.

St. Van is looking down at his phone when you glance over,

“Hey.” He looks up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, is something wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asks, and you quickly nod, though you find it endearing that he seems so concerned over someone he barely knows. Baron hadn’t been kidding when he had jokingly called him a dad on the way here.

“I’m fine, I was just wondering... why did you decide to make this a double date?” His brows furrow, and you look down at the little cat keychain against your thigh and start playing with it, suddenly embarrassed by your own sudden outburst. “I mean, it must be awkward for you, since Baron and I are just hanging around. He and I barely know each other and—”

“It wasn’t my idea.” You whip your head back to look at him, and he looks genuinely confused.

“What?”

“Baron wanted this to be a double date. I was going to ask Y/F/N on a date anyways.” His cheeks turn a little pink as he says it, and before you can question him more he suddenly stands up with a grin on his face, signaling your friend’s arrival at the table. Following shortly behind is Baron, who immediately shoots you a winning smile.

“To the Ferris wheel?” Van asks, and you all agree. You stand up from the picnic table and find Baron is holding his hand out to you. St. Van’s words ring through your head again, and you feel your heart skip a beat before you ultimately decide to take it.

The two of you lapse into silence, but it isn’t as comfortable as before and only because you can’t stop thinking — or, well, overthinking. Why would Baron ask St. Van to go on a double date? Did he ask for you specifically, or leave it up to Y/F/N? They’re all questions you want to ask, but aren’t confident enough to ask outright as you all approach the Ferris wheel.

Surprisingly, the line isn’t very long, nor is the area surrounding the wheel as crowded as you’d expected it to be. Even despite that, Baron keeps your hand in his, occasionally tracing little patterns with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Do you like Ferris wheels?” You ask, and then curse yourself for being so abrupt. Baron doesn’t seem to mind though, because he’s still grinning that beautiful grin when you turn to him, and nods.

“I haven’t been on one in a while. I think it should be fun.” You turn to look back at the wheel and laugh a little,

“I’ve never been on one before. I’m a little nervous.” Baron squeezes your hand, gently, and steps closer to you. When you look back at him, his face feels much, much closer, and there’s a glimmer in his eyes you can’t quite pin down the meaning of.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, and his smile is so gentle it makes your knees weak. “I’ll be right beside you. You’ll be fine.” You feel your heart do a little flip again, getting a bit too lost in his eyes—

Out of the corner of your eye you see the line moving forward, and you take a step towards the Ferris wheel, hastily mumbling as much to Baron and looking down to hide the blush on your cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Baron starts tracing patterns on your hand again, and you start to count your breaths to try and calm your heart rate.

The Ferris wheel controller splits the double date up, stating that it’s only two people per cart. As you watch your friend and St. Van getting lifted up so you and Baron can enter your cart, you can’t help but smile at the way both of them seem to be glowing just from being near each other. You know your friend isn’t a huge fan of Ferris wheels, but you have a feeling she’s going to be alright this time.

And then you wonder, once again, just why you’re also here.

Baron let’s you go in first and pick your bench, and you choose the one with your back to your friend so you won’t be tempted to pull faces or try to snoop. However, the lack of distraction just makes you more nervous for the whole situation, and you cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to make yourself smaller and safer.

“Nervous?” Baron asks, leaning towards you. You nod, and he reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s gonna be fun,” he says. “You’ll see.” You feel inclined to trust him with that angelic smile, but it doesn’t quite still the hammering in your heart when he also squeezes your hand before leaning back into his own seat.

You know Baron isn’t a stranger to skinship — you’ve seen him hug St. Van and his other friends on the few occasions you’ve been around them — but you can’t seem to reconcile what he’s doing with anything other than flirting. Despite that, you can’t figure out why Baron, a pretty well-known heart throb, would be flirting with you.

The Ferris wheel starts its ascent, and as the cart sways slightly you feel yourself tense up. Baron looks at you with furrowed brows.

“Are you okay?” You nod, but you don’t think it’s very convincing. Gentle as ever, Baron lets out a little laugh and leans forward.

“Why don’t we talk about something to get your mind off of it? What if we ask each other questions?” You find yourself nodding again before you can really think about it; to your benefit, Baron starts.

“Favorite color?”

“Yellow.” The wind picks up a bit, and you curl further into yourself. “Do you have like... a hidden talent?”

“I like to sing,” he says, and you smile.

“I’m sure you sound great.” Like an angel, you think, but don’t dare say it because of how cliche it is.

“Thanks.” He starts to say something else, but a gust of wind causes the cart to rock and you let out an embarrassing noise of shock. Baron reaches out for your hand,

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay. You’re okay.” His hand is warm and reassuring, and his gaze is kind, and you aren’t sure if it’s the adrenaline or not that causes you to suddenly blurt out the question that’s been on your mind since your talk with St. Van:

“Was the double date your idea?” He looks startled, but not necessarily in a bad way, and lets out a laugh,

“I thought it was my turn to ask a question.” The joke falls flat for you, unfortunately, considering how nervous you are, and Baron quickly sobers himself up, readjusting his grip on your hand. You don’t think you’ve seen him look so serious the whole night as he does now, gazing at you with earnest eyes. You can see some of the lights from below reflected in them. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear the blood rushing in your ears.

“Yeah, it was,” he says. “I really wanted to get to know you, but I want sure how. So I had St. Van turn his date into a double date.”

“Why?” You blurt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, everyone likes you— you could probably go on a date with anyone, so why me?” Not only does your statement seem to surprise him, but it also seems to suddenly make him bashful, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink that you can barely make out in the dusk. He clears his throat and begins to nervously play with your fingers; surprisingly, you don’t mind.

“When St. Van first told us about Y/F/N, you were with her, and I’d seen you around campus before and always thought you were really cute, I just wasn’t sure how to get to know you. So when Van said he was planning to take Y/F/N out this weekend, I asked if he wouldn’t mind setting us up.”

You have a feeling Y/F/N is going to laugh when she hears about this little scheme; you put the thought on hold, however, because Baron is looking at you with a measure of intensity and resolve that feels unfamiliar to you.

“I like you, Y/N. I want to try taking you out for real, not just third- and fourth-wheeling together.” You crack a smile, and Baron seems to let go of tension you hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding.

“I’d like that,” you say, and you one hundred percent mean it. He beams at you, his smile outshining all the lights below and the moon above, as the Ferris wheel slowly begins to lower you to the ground.

Your friend gives you a very meaningful look once the boys have dropped you back off at her house, though it’s hard to take her seriously when she’s holding the massive pink plush cat in her arms and struggled to get through the doorway with it.

“What?” You eventually ask, pointedly, and she grins.

“You and Baron were holding hands the whole night,” she says, “and I saw you give him your number.” As if on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and her grin only stretches wider as she makes her way towards you.

“And I saw you drooling over St. Van’s tattoos, don’t even start.” You try to keep your demeanor cool, but you find yourself blushing anyways as you move into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. Your friend follows, awkwardly maneuvering herself and the large plush through the door just to continue grinning knowingly at you. You flick water in her face from the sink.

“Shut up,” you mutter sullenly, taking a sip of your water and looking towards the ground.

“I didn’t say anything.” You refuse to look up until she starts to move away, laughing. “You should probably answer that text.” She shoots you a wink as she leaves and you do your best to keep scowling at her until she’s disappeared from view.

You do, in fact, check your phone right after that (not because she told you to), and can’t keep the smile off of your face when you read your newest message from Baron:

See you on Monday ;)

You can’t wait.

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preface2adreamplay · 5 years ago

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Under Your Spell (Part 2) - I’m Still Breathing

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Ratings: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff). Flirting, mentions of sex, swearing.

Chapter WC: 2,471

Series Masterlist

Waking to a pounding on the car window, Stef jolted from her sleep to see Ari standing outside. ‘You ok, honey?’

Sighing with relief. Heart hammering, she rolled down the window. ‘Just getting some shut eye before driving home.’

‘Night shoots are a bitch. Loved working with you though, seriously. Call me if you want to do anything else, yeah?’ Ari put her hand to ear and walked away smiling.

‘Will do,’ Stef shouted at the disappearing figure. She had only been asleep for 25 minutes. That’s a perfect power nap, she thought, starting the engine.

It had gotten a little chilly. Turning up the heat she checked her phone before turning out of the lot. No new messages. Perfect.

As soon as she closed the front door, she relieved herself of her jacket and boots, pulling her jeans off and tossing them toward the laundry room. They landed…somewhere. She was too tried to care.

Her cat stood blinking at her from the sofa. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. Did I wake you?’ Stef stroked his soft head, pulling an ear in to the palm of her hand and squishing it in her fingers. He loved that, his big eyes squinting, hind leg lifting to give the other ear a scratch.

Since her son had moved down south for school, she lived alone and quite liked it. Just her and Brendan, her ‘large and imposing’ Savannah cat. Stef chuckled at the comparison, leaning down to place a kiss on the furry monster’s head.

Toying with the idea of making tea or just sleeping on the sofa, she chose the latter, pushing Brendan down to the other end so she could lay down.

Just before she dozed off, she sent a message to the unknown number.

Wonderful, have run around a forest looking both terrified and aroused for hours.

When she woke up, her stomach was grumbling loudly. Not surprising as she hadn’t eaten in about 24 hours. A quick pasta dish was heated up from the freezer, Brendan was munching happily on some stinky cat food and Stef was sitting curled up on the sofa, channel surfing.

Her phone dinged.

Is that something else you only do in private? ;)

Definitely Jared. Stef cringed a little, he was eluding to their conversation from the previous day. Oh god, why did he remember the embarrassing things she said? She groaned aloud, throwing her head back onto the sofa.

‘Kill me, Brendan. Get the shotgun.’

The cat looked at her and turned away, not giving one single fuck.

‘Hey that gives me an idea for a song.’ She exclaimed, grabbing her notebook and scribbling down a few lines in a flurry of inspiration.

‘I may even name this song, ‘Kill me, Brendan”.

Tongue pushed between her teeth in concentration, she wrote almost two full verses. Quick work. Jared was a good muse.

Deciding to browse social media for a bit, she looked up Oscar’s twitter. Nothing new. There were a few friends updating with photos from their Friday night out. Stef didn’t mind, she preferred sitting in to clubbing.

Maybe I should check Jared’s? Knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea, but did it anyway.

Having scrolled through several pictures of him with his beautiful wife and adorable children, she’d had enough.

Texting both Oscar and her son a ‘How are you?’ She shot a quick message back to Jared,

‘Wouldn’t you love to know.’

Sent.

Too late to take it back.

It wasn’t even one minute before her phone lit up. Stef picked her phone up and tentatively unlocked the screen.

Oscar: ‘Tired. Still on set, putting the hours in so I can get home and see my family.’

Stef sighed contentedly, it was sweet, Oscar was always sweet.

Stef: Flying down on Friday evening, can you pick me up?

The flash of ‘typing’ came up on screen. She waited, wondering what the hell he was typing that was taking him so long, rolling her eyes when finally he pressed send.

‘Yes x’

Another beep.

Dar: great, studying.

Stef: yeah right.

Dar: 😋 🍻

Stef: behave.

Stef looked up at the framed pictures on the fireplace. The centrepiece photo was her and Darius on the beach. He was 4, she was 20. Damn, he was a cute kid. Oscar had insisted on bringing them to the beach so he could take photographs of them, they had hiked half way there after the car had broken down. That was a fun day.

Her eyes were drawn back to her phone when it dinged again. Jared.

‘You busy? You wanna grab a drink?’

Considering the offer, she decided to send a selfie of her and Brendan laying on the sofa covered in blankets. Having taken a photo, she reconsidered. Make it sexier. Pulling her tank down a little it gave more than enough cleavage. Just the look she was going for.

‘I’m wiped after the night shoot. I have beers in my fridge. Can’t move from this sofa.’

Picture and message sent.

A beer would be good right about now. But so would a shower. She rubbed a hand down her face, deciding.

Shower first, beer after.

Just as she was tying her hair into a messy bun, Jared sent another text.

‘Damn girl. I’m with the guys.’

Stef: ’Who are ‘the guys’.

Jared: ’Jensen and Misha, they want to know why I’m blushing.’

Stef: ’Why ARE you blushing?’

Typing. Typing.

Stef put the phone down and stood under the hot water, the water pressure was so damn good. Choosing the sweetest smelling shower gel from her ridiculous and varied selection of bath products, she lathered up and gave a quick shave to the key essential areas. Better to keep on top of it then to panic shave later on.

Jared: ’I don’t usually get pussy pictures.’

Stef giggled when she saw the latest message pop up on screen.

Stef: ’His name is Brendan and he asked me to give you a nonchalant glance.’

Jared replied with a laughing emoji.

Stef: ’Also, me mentioning beers in my fridge was an invitation for a chilled out drink at mine.’

Slipping into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, she looked herself over in the mirror. Relaxed AND sexy. She was certain this was one of Oscar’s old shirts, she didn’t listen to The Clash. Now that she had invited Jared for a drink at hers, she didn’t really know what to do with herself. From feeling relaxed on the sofa thinking she would binge watch some Rick & Morty to feeling as if nothing would satisfy her.

Beep.

She checked her phone. ‘I can be there in a half hour. I need to talk to someone interesting. Sick of looking at these guys.’

Sure, she thought, who would get sick of looking at Jensen and Misha?

Texting her address and directions to her ‘out of the way’ house, she fixed the living room up a little.

Brendan had slinked past her and made himself scarce. Probably upstairs asleep on the bed, where he was absolutely not allowed to be.

‘You better not be in the bedroom!’ Stef yelled up the stairs. Jumping in fright when a knock came on the door behind her.

She peered though the peephole. Jared standing with his hands in his pockets, a tentative look on his face.

Smiling, she pulled open the door.

Jared looked her up and down and gulped, ‘I’m not in your bedroom.’

‘Oh,’ Stef covered her face, flushing. ‘The cat likes to sneak in when I’m not looking.’

One side of Jared’s mouth pulled into a half smile, raising his eyebrows at her.

‘Come in,’ gesturing to the living room to the right of the hallway. ‘I’m still a little foggy from the lack of proper sleep.’

Jared stepped into the hallway and stood a little too close and she pushed the door closed behind him.

‘Why is your cat called Brendan? And why do you live in a weird house in a weird neighbourhood?’

Stef looked up into his confused face, she could see he was trying to hold back a laugh but he was earnest in his innocent inquisitiveness.

‘I have so many questions,’ he grimaced.

‘Well come on, let’s grab a drink and you can ask me all the questions you like.’

Jared’s long legs almost reached the fireplace as he lay draped across half of her sofa. She was sitting with her legs across the arm of the comfy armchair, angled so that she could see the tv, be close to the fire and near enough to Jared without being too familiar. He was watching her talk about the last album she recorded, enjoying seeing her small feet press against the cushion on the sofa, curling her toes as she remembered how she almost blew out her voice.

‘There was a lot of passion in that song.’ He agreed, placing the bottle to his lips and taking a quick sip.

Stef raised her eyebrows, ‘So, you’ve listened to a lot of my music, then?’ Taking her turn at drinking, swishing the beer around her mouth, watching him while he considered his answer.

‘I have. Even the stuff you did with the electronic band,’ he said, as if he didn’t know the name.

’And when I heard you were looking for someone for your video, I decided to throw my name out there. Especially after hearing the song, it was one of those moments when the lyrics reached in and really grabbed at you. You know?’

He placed a hand over his heart, his long fingers slipping into the gap between the buttons. His face was was set in a frown, one of those faces you see when someone is talking about something they love and feel as if no one else really ‘gets it.’

Stef bit her lip, ‘Thank you’ she whispered.

He leaned forward and clinked his bottle against hers, ‘Cheers to that. And please, keep making music.’

Laughing behind her hand, she threw her head back against the chair and closed her eyes.

‘I write all the time, it’s like a river flowing through me, it never stops. My mind is running at a hundred miles an hour these past few days. I can’t seem to switch off.’

Jared nodded. ‘You paint as well? he asked, getting up from the sofa.

‘I paint, but I’m not great at it.’

‘These are are yours?’ He gestured to the art covered walls.

‘Yeah,’ she gave him a tight lipped smile, ‘I sell some. Can you believe people buy this stuff?’

‘I believe it.’

‘You’re too kind.’ Stef shimmied out of the armchair and stood next to him, she came up to his shoulder at full height.

Jared stilled when he felt her arm brush lightly against his.

‘So. Are you up for the party on Sunday?’ He asked, without looking at her.

‘Yeah, I think so. Can I bring a friend?’

Jared cocked his eyebrow at her.

‘A girlfriend,’ feeling the need to clarify. ‘I don’t like showing up at a party alone. It gives me an excuse if the party sucks or if the guys are creepy,’ she grinned up at him. His eyes meeting hers.

‘Creepy guys eh?’ He grinned while taking another sip of beer.

‘Well, it can’t be too bad, I have already seen you in your underwear. I’ve choked you during pretend sex too.’

They both laughed, beer spluttering from her mouth and splashing on to her shirt.

‘Oh fuck.’ she exclaimed. ‘True, seeing me drunk is probably going to be such a non event.’

Jared threw back his head and laughed, pulling the beanie from his head and letting his hair tumble free before raking his fingers through it.

‘Bring your friend, that’s cool with me,’ he smiled down at her. He liked this girl. Whatever about the flirting and the excitement of working with someone he admired, he actually liked her. She was quickly becoming one of his favourite people.

Jared moved along the room, looking at each painting individually, stopping at the framed pictures along the fireplace. ‘Cute kid.’

‘Yeah. That’s my son, Darius.’

Jared whipped his head back to look at her, ‘Seriously?’

‘Seriously.’

‘I did not know you had a kid,’ he rested his eyes on her face, his focus soft as he imagined what she was like as a mom.

‘He’s grown now, in Texas for school.’

Jared wanted to tell her she couldn’t possibly be telling the truth. ‘How grown is he?’ His brows furrowed.

‘He will be 21 next weekend, actually.’

Jared’s jaw dropped, searching her face for any kind of indication that she was messing with him. On seeing her gaze drop to the drink in her hands, he took a step towards her. ‘Sorry.’

‘For what?’ Stef looked back up at him.

‘My reaction, I didn't mean any disrespect.’

‘That’s usually people’s reaction, honestly. I’m not offended. Most people can’t believe I have a 20 year old son. And yes, I was 16 having him. Teenage mom.’

‘Damn. That’s admirable. I appreciate it’s hard raising kids and I started my family in my late twenties!’

Jared squeezed her arm a little before pulling away.

‘Did the dad stick around?’ Unsure if whether he wanted to ask the question or not but he felt he needed to know more about this woman. The more time he spent with her, the more of an enigma she seemed to be.

Stef cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable. ‘Yes, he did, we broke up years ago. But, luckily, we are still close.’

Jared pursed his lips and looked back at the photograph. ‘You keep that hidden well.’

‘Private life stays private.’ She stated. Jared nodded in agreement.

‘It’s not on your wikipedia.’

Stef could see he was hiding another grin.

They stood in silence. Both looking at the picture of the dark haired little boy tucked into his mothers side, smiling at the camera.

‘He’s studying to be a vet.’ Stef broke the silence. ‘He always loved animals. This house has had its fair share of odd creatures and creepy crawlies. A few times things would ‘go missing’ and I swear I couldn’t relax until they were found and locked away again.’ Shivering at the thought, she drained the last of her beer and motioned her head toward the kitchen.

Jared followed close behind, walking his fingers lightly up her spine. ‘Ugh,’ she cried out, ‘don’t do that.’ Grabbing his hand and pushed him away, fingers touching for a little longer than was necessary.

A disgruntled hiss startled them both out of their teasing.

‘Wow, that’s a huge pussy.’

Stef snorted a laugh and bend down to pet Brendan. ‘Jared, Brendan. Brendan, this is my friend Jared. You two will also have to be friends.’

CHAPTER THREE

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kazushuu · 5 years ago

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🍍🍊🥝 for both of those sweet boys

o lord this ended up long. read more time!

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

“ …occupying myself with such things is nothing but baggage. ”

he says, but it’s only half true. appearances (and identity itself) is completely neutral for him. not uncomfortable, but not really confident and proud either. however if he had to pick, he is often bothered with things below his neck more.

he’s not bothered about his height, necessarily. but his strength is a bothersome thing. chemistry equipment like machinery is usually heavy, and so carrying those things around is a hassle. he sorta expressed his desire to be stronger in a usual creepy manner when talking about mantis shrimp.he is almost always cold and rigid because he’s underweight, and paired with medication, he’s generally a very dizzy.

…he fully knows that he’s responsible for his own health, but completely reinventing his lifestyle– even though he’d definitely be even more productive and beneficial if he were healthy– is just an… impossible task, that he can’t tackle right away.

but on another hand, even if he doesn’t voice it, he is very touched and impacted about compliments (usually just acknowledgements) about his voice, and hair, and eyes, and believe it or not, hands, so he’s subtly proud of them. he takes better care of his hair than anything else about his anatomy. and the pretty bow that he always has in his hair is very much a conscious decision.

kazuaki picked up on this fact and compliments shuu on his butt and thighs in hopes that he’ll enhance them too but to no avail, shuu always hides them under discreet coats. damn u shuu

he isn’t really self conscious about his scarring. he is worried that kazuaki will be too disgusted to handle it, but soon enough they’re gonna talk about it and their worries will be gone.

summed up, he’s distressed about how vulnerable he unfortunately is, but doesn’t really care about beauty.

“ …………………..n-no, not comfortable. i hate everything, everything about myself! i truly mean it!! i don’t like my height, i don’t like my weight, i don’t like my strength, i don’t like my body type, i don’t like my hair, i don’t like my face, i don’t like my voice, i don’t like my teeth, i don’t like my hands, i don’t like my knees, i don’t like how my hips look, i don’t like how my stomach rolls when i sit down, i don’t like my nose, i don’t like anything, and if if they were visible, i’d hate my organs too.

everything feels wrong… i’m too tall, i don’t want to bring attention to myself, i want to disappear, i’m too fat- but i don’t even really dislike it alone, it’s just a constant reminder of how shitty and sloppy i am with what i put in myself…

i don’t like the lines on my wrists because they are a constant reminder… of hitori.

i like things that are cute and pretty, and i’m neither… even though shuu compliments me, i don’t know how to stop hating myself.

f-freckles! i also have those, i-… i don’t know, they make me look childish, maybe?

…why am i looking for reasons to hate myself??!! why can’t i stop??!!

…i feel like if i met someone nice and kind and friendly, someone whom i’d like, who had the same physical traits as me, i wouldn’t find them ugly, s-so why? ”

yeah. but as he said, he simply feels like a nuisance and clutter of space, because he thinks he has too many flaws without any good things to make up for them. shuu isn’t super vocal, but he actually finds kazuaki’s appearance very endearing. if not too much sometimes. cause you know. kawa-word.

as teeth-gritting as it is, he’s happy to know that shuu is pleased with his appearance, and equally as pleased with the idea to experiment and bruise him, so oddly enough, that’s a small boost to his cripplingly low confidence.

🍊 : does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out, or prefer to happen more ‘ naturally? ’ what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings, or crushes?

“ …i don’t seek anything, no. i have always been married to my work, but, well, it seems that i became sentimental about this… particular quail. i don’t know how it came to this, ” yes he does, all too well, “ but alongside my main husband, kazuaki is very dear to me… and i shall not comment on the last question. ”

obviously shuu needs a lot of time, and some amount of pressure, to awaken some empathy and feelings in him. and when he likes someone, he will develop an entire lobe in his brain dedicated to them. although it has only happened… twice in his life.

his love life is kazuaki, and nothing else.

his feelings towards ryuuji, although on a similar frequency, are much different than kazuaki’s. believe it or not, shuu has a romantic crush on kazuaki, and had one for a long while before they became a couple, but his feelings towards ryuuji are actually platonic. at least, that’s the state that they ended on. if… time went on, they would’ve developed into romanticism as well.

ryuuji can’t really be called a crush, as much as that souma projected his entire being onto him, his present, his future, his little embryo hopes and dreams… he called him his boss, because that’s what he was, but really, souma saw ryuuji as a father figure.

after being robbed of his childhood, ryuuji showed him a glimpse of innocent fun, but was also a role-model in his achievements.

it was unrequited love in a way, but souma didn’t realize the depth of his feelings until much later.

as he said, he saw ryuuji as someone to be admired from below, but kazuaki is someone he can sympathize with, and clings to the fact that they’re in love with all his might.

-sniff-

“ …hitori…hitori is an ex. i don’t know if i love or hate him anymore.

b-but um, um, otherwise… i haven’t really met all that many people in my life, so i don’t know… i always fantasized and dreamed about true love and all that stuff you see in cartoons.

i didn’t really chase after shuu because i wanted him to be my boyfriend, at first. at first, i came to him because i had no one else. not a single person in real life left. shuu was my only acquaintance, and was the only person who didn’t immediately slither away when i tried to be friendly, so i fixated on him with all my might…

…to be my friend. i wanted to be his friend.

a-and i guess at some point, we did, but we never even really acknowledged it, because we only realized it when we decided to take the next step already! so that’s wild! it happened naturally, i guess. um, more naturally than with hitori. and i mean that as, maybe because we didn’t know we were friends, i didn’t latch onto him as obviously as to hitori, when we were 18… we were mostly at a certain distance.

so, i guess, i’ve always been a slow burn, “natural” type, ahah… mnm, when i think about it really hard, maybe i had some aesthetic-based highschool crushes. there was a guy, and a girl, or… there might’ve been two girls, but we never even talked, so… ”

🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?

“ I don’t know much about what is considered ‘unusual’ or not. but from reactions and experience, i guess everything about me is called unusual, creepy, suspicious, untrustworthy…mean…disgusting...

but if we put what most birds know on a surface level about me, i guess there are some hidden traits too…

…my interest in marine biology seems to be one. i love it equally as much as i love pathology and research, but i don’t have a reason (or way) to show it as a nurse in a highschool.

…i like cooking? it’s a bit of a shame. i never saw a reason to put effort into it, if it was just gonna be me eating it in the end, but kazuaki seems to like my dinner making skills, so i’ve been doing that more often.

…there…there probably is more, but i can’t remember anything… m-my mind is full of crabs and seafood now, hm. ”

the list of shuu’s habits is endless and the list is always expanding! i have a list of HCs on it in a twitter thread here!

but let’s see, the quirkiest of habits, that are a bit of a secret…

shuu looks really cute when you catch him eating. he is quiet and polite of course but he tends to stuff his cheeks and then just slowly chew looking like a hamster.

shuu stims. he’s never really mobile and never gets hyperactive so those stims are subtle.he fidgets with his (reminiscent) necktie, or any other fabric in hand.he chuckles (and makes.. bird noises) pretty much unawarely and impulsively. those count as stims too.

“ u-uhuu... i dunno... i’ve always been the introverted outcast and no one is interested in me, so that can either mean that i’m painfully average or really weird without meaning to...

...i-i’ve been told that because i work at this prestigious academy, that must mean that my skill...”talent”...for classic and contemporary literature is unusual and exceptional...so i guess that’s unique?

and...um... ” now that he thought about the topic harder, a piling mountain of perverted thoughts came to his mind, “ Y-YEAH THAT’S IT!! THERE IS...NOTHING ELSE! ”

but that’s not true. kazuaki has plenty of hidden traits. one of his interests, although not so secret on this blog, is his love for hatocatch pretty coore, and generally, he loves most childish and energetic anime and games... and interests.

aside from writing, he also really likes drawing, but isn’t very good at it, which prompts him to hate the end results.

he loves astrology, and had a phase where he obsessed over it while studying both art and science related to it... you can probably guess that shuu loves this intellectual side of him.

as for talents, or, uh, lack of thereof, kazuaki can’t whistle, and can’t wink. (shuu can whistle, but he can’t wink either).

and as for a habit and skill, in bird form, kazuaki gets frightened so easily and so frequently, that his quail instinct is desensitized to it and actually doesn’t jump and ram his head into the ceiling when startled, and instead his instinct is to hide below. of course, he’d still jump if something were really (really) sudden. but he’s more likely to hug someone than flee.. upwards.

also, he’s actually really talented at rhythm games... and i won’t tell what else he’s really good at with his fingers.

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missjanjie · 5 years ago

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Prompt: Branjie Youtuber AU

this was submitted before dans coming out video so clearly you guys just really get me

It started out casually enough – two guys with a passion formakeup and a personality for the internet. They each had their own channelsthat had amassed millions of subscribers a piece. That in it of itself was moresuccess than either Brooke Lynn or Vanessa had ever anticipated. Going tomassive events, being recognized on the street, who would’ve thought all ofthat could’ve stemmed from the at-whim decision to enter the world of being aYouTuber?

Perhaps the biggest surprise for both of them, however, wasfinding themselves at the center of one of YouTube’s most popular couples – andit started before they were even together, as it turned out. They had bothrecently moved to Los Angeles after starting on the path to mainstream successand had been introduced through mutual friends. Being in similar situations ledthem to decide to become roommates – that’s when the videos together started togo up.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Vanessa insisted, sitting withBrooke Lynn in front of his filming setup. “And it’s a cute way of, like,letting people know what the living situation is,” he rationalized.

And Brooke’s resolve was especially weak when it came toVanessa. “Alright, sure,” he hummed, getting up and returning with his makeup.“So, what is it? Just a ‘roommate does my makeup’ sort of thing?” he asked,fixing his hair absentmindedly.

Vanessa nodded cheerily. “Exactly,” they took a littlelonger to prepare themselves before turning the camera on and getting the introout of the way. He decided to do Brooke Lynn’s makeup first.

“Now listen,” hewarned, “I’m a real hands-on person, so we gonna get to know each other realwell through this,” he announced and, sure enough, within ten minutes, he waswell within his personal space as he applied makeup.

“You smell nice,” Brooke remarked offhandedly. Apparently,Vanessa had been in the middle of rambling because, for a moment, it wentsilent.

Vanessa was blushing but tried to brush it off. “Thanks. Ialways say it’s important to smell good,” he hummed and went right back to histask at hand.

Everything was copacetic until it was Brooke’s turn to paintVanessa. Nothing was wrong, per se, but Brooke just couldn’t stop himself fromcomplimenting Vanessa’s features; “Your dimples are adorable,” or “You havesuch nice cheekbones,” and even just “God, you’re so pretty,” he wasn’t tryingto flirt with him, he was just calling it like he saw it.

“You got a man, Brooke Lynn? Cause he ain’t gonna like howyou sweet-talking me,” Vanessa tried to laugh it off, but he would be lying ifhe claimed to not like the attention his attractive new roommate wasshowering him with.

Brooke chuckled as he lined Vanessa’s lips, absentmindedlylicking his own. “I don’t – why, are you offering?” he joked with a flirtatiouswink.

Vanessa made a show of rolling his eyes, making it clearthat they were both in on the joke, that he totally wasn’t susceptible toBrooke’s charm. “Don’t get cute with me, boo,” he retorted playfully. He turnedto look in the mirror when they both had completed faces. “Oh, bitch, we lookgood! We should get some wigs on,” he went to grab a couple and they used themto complete their looks.

Once they finished filming, they both felt a sense of pridein a job well done. “I liked that, I think the viewers will enjoy it,” Brookemused as he started cleaning up the makeup.

“Yeah, well, I think you liked it a little too much,”Vanessa joked. “Get over here, we should take a selfie while we’re all dolledup,” he waited for Brooke to sit back down with him and took a few pictures,Brooke kissing his cheek in the last one. “You know everyone’s gonna think wemore than roommates, you know?”

Brooke shrugged. “Let them think that, then. Then we can doa dramatic reading of the fanfiction they write about us,” he laughed.

Vanessa quirked his brow. “I think you’re enjoying this alittle too much, Brooke Lynn,” he pointed out with a tongue-in-cheek grin.

And he was, especially when the video was uploaded and becamea massive hit with their fans almost instantly. Perhaps there was an element ofvanity in his enjoyment, and it did give him an excuse to keep flirtingwith Vanessa, after all. “Vanj, have you been on Twitter lately? We have a shipname now,” he let himself into Vanessa’s room as he spoke.

Vanessa looked up from his notebook and took his headphonesoff. “Do we? What’d that take, like a day and a half?” he paused his music,setting all od his previous task aside. “What’s it called?”

“Branjie,” Brooke answered, sitting next to Vanessa on hisbed, scrolling through the new tag with him. “Look, even got some fanart done,”he pointed out, wrapping his non-phone-holding arm around his waist.

Admittedly, Vanessa was impressed by how fast everyone hadboarded ship. “So, what do we do about it anyway? Or are we just along for theride?” he asked.

Brooke pursed his lips and thought. “Beats me, let’s just gowith the flow.”

Going with the flow, as it turned out, just meant flirtingon and off camera for two weeks before they bit the bullet and started dating,to the thrill of their growing fanbase.

#branjie #branjie fic #setau #fluff #Anonymous

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Shut Up (Raja/Raven/Sasha) - ImposterZoe

AN: This is my rare pair fic. It’s Sasha Velour, Raven, and Raja. The tropes I used are 2.) A and B (and I guess C) are forced to share a bed, and 3.) Enemies to Lovers. Thanks to Fannyatrollop and Pipedream for Beta-ing and Everyone who listened to me bitch about writing.

Sasha’s Pov

“I don’t know what’s darker, your contour or your brain,” I snap.

“Shut up.” Raven replies dumbly. I frown at her.

“The famously silver-tongued Raven can only respond with ‘shut up’? I have to say I’m disappointed.” I shake my head sadly and turn back to Shea, who I’ve been trying to talk to for the better part of 20 minutes.

These incidents have been occurring for a little over a month when Raven and Raja thought that I’d stay quiet if they were snarky with me. So used to being on top, they were very embarrassed when I read them to filth in front of everyone with ease. Had they’d left me alone, it would’ve ended there but they keep trying to catch me off guard. Needless to say that they’ve been unsuccessful, leading up to now.

Raja comes over and wraps an arm around a beet red Raven. “Fuck off, pipsqueak,” Raja snarls at me. I look up at him with a bored expression. “Then leave me alone, giraffe. I didn’t ask for your skyscraper asses to come interrupt my conversation.”

Manila comes over and pulls them away before they can respond with an apologetic look at me. I just roll my eyes and turn back to Shea.

“I seriously hate those bitches.” I groan. He smirks at me. “Damn, you never say you hate anything. I always forget how much I rub off on you until they come over talking shit.” I slap his shoulder. “Those reads are all mine and you know it.” He stares at me uncomprehendingly for a second then we both burst out laughing.

Across the room, Raja and Raven yell at us to shut up. We don’t stop laughing as we flip them off.

I hear an enraged yell and glance over to see Manila struggling to hold Raja back. I tap Shea and point over to Raja. He glances over, then we’re both laughing louder and start pointing as people look over.

The whole room starts snickering as Jujubee hurries over to help Manila as Raven also starts advancing. Feeling the need to escape, I get up and tell Shea I’ll see him later.

I’m three-quarters of the way out when I turn back. “Really let the pipsqueak get under your skin huh, giraffes?” I shout. The room explodes in laughter.

If looks could kill I’d be dead ten times over. Manila shouts for me to go and I don’t need to be told twice as Raja breaks from his grasp.

I book it out the door, grabbing what I know to be Shea’s hat and pull it on. I dive into a group of people just as Raja runs out. The hat hides my shiny head and as Raja looks directly over me, I know he’s looking for my bald head. After a second Raven comes out with their stuff and they leave the bar. I wait a couple minutes before making my way back into the room.

I burst in with a triumphant yell of, “I’m not dead!” Everyone cheers and Shea comes over to retrieve his hat. Jujubee comes over too, with Manila trailing behind him and reaches over to grind his knuckles in my head. “Ow!” I cry as I remove his hand.

Juju just narrows his eyes. “If you think that hurts then you better hope Raven and Raja don’t get you.” Me and Shea exchange a glance.

“They don’t seem like the fighting type,” Shea muses. Manila pipes up, “They’re not but they really are at the end of their rope with Sasha.”

I snort and they turn to me. Feeling a rare burst of confidence I stretch in a way that makes my shirt ride up. I casually say I can take care of myself as they stare at my small 6-pack. I’m no Kameron Michaels but I’m far from weak. Manila shakes his head. “Can you just let up? They’ll leave you alone if you don’t respond.” I pop an eyebrow. “Where would be the fun in that?”

[…]

“I hate my life,” I announce to the room and (unfortunately) the two other people in it. It’s met with grumbles of agreement.

After a good laugh and several attempts from Manila to make me let up on Raja and Raven, I went to my hotel room.

There’s no way to describe my shock when I walked in to see Raja and Raven playing cards on the bed. The only bed, I might add.

After a couple of phone calls, the blame was placed on a hotel mix up.

With no open rooms it was quickly decided that we’d just share tonight since we’d be shipping out after another show tomorrow.

But the tension in the room’s so thick it was hard to breathe.

I was sitting on the floor scrolling through my twitter when I decide to call Shea. I stepped out onto the small attached balcony and shut the door as I ring him up.

“What is up, my egghead?!” he cries in my ear. I hold the phone at arms length and roll my eyes.

“I can smell the liquor on your breath from here. And don’t call me your egghead.” Shea starts laughing in my ear, making me extend my arm again.

After a moment I pull the phone back to my ear. “I was calling to complain,” I whisper so the others don’t hear me, “but I think I’ll tell you in the morning.” Shea groans.

“Nononono! Tell meeeee!” He yells. I just run a hand over my head.

“Yeah no. Bye Shea.” He continues to protest as I end the call. I lean on the railing for a moment, deep in thought when the door opens.

I turn and see Raja and Raven, well Sutan and David now, come out. They simply sit down and stare out with me. I continue to let my thoughts race, deciding to ignore them.

“Can you shut up?!” David snaps. How I manage not to jump, I have no idea. I just look at him in confusion.

“You’re thinking like, really loud.” Sutan explains. God, I hate the deepness of his voice. That plus the gorgeous slim body, the most perfect cheekbones, tattoos that go perfectly on his caramel skin- I shake my head clear and mumble an apology as I walk in the room.

Where in the hell did that come from? I start pacing along the wall, attempting to get my brain to work right but my thoughts shift from Sutan to David.

David and his fucking attitude, sharp tongue, soft lips, fair skin inlaid with his own array of tattoos… I’m so fucked.

I jump as the door to the room shuts. I then glance at the balcony and find it empty.

I look at my phone and see I’ve been pacing for about half an hour. I also see I have a voicemail and listen to it.

“Hey,” Sutan’s voice drifts out, “you were still thinking too loud so we went for drinks. You didn’t notice us calling you so we just left. Back whenever.” The message ends at that and I just stare at the wall. After a minute, I just take of my shirt, crawl onto the bed and watch youtube until I fall asleep.

Raja’s Pov

Me and David stumble in the room at God knows when, happily liquored up.

We somehow manage to get in our pajamas and wobble toward the bed

We both stop, just at the end to stare at Sasha.

She’d taken off her shirt, the moonlight coming through the window illuminating her pale torso as she lay on her side.

Before I can stop myself, I reach out and carefully trace the snake curling on her shoulder. I expect David to tell me to stop but when I look, he’s tracing the lines of Sasha’s muscled stomach.

“I really hate her.” I whisper. David nods before he crawls over her, blocking the moonlight with his body.

“What are you doing?!” I whisper shout at him. He looks at me.

“We gotta sleep too,” he says simply. I pause and realize he’s right. I reach over and carefully take Sasha’s glasses off and put them on the nightstand.

“So considerate for someone you hate.” David muses pulling Sasha to his chest.

“I could say the same to you.” I respond as I crawl behind Sasha pulling both him and David close.

Me and David share a glance before taking off out shirts. We get back in our positions and sigh as we feel Sasha’s warm skin against ours.

I hear David’s soft snoring quickly mingle with Sasha’s and feel myself relax.

To allow myself a tiny pleasure I press my lips to Sasha’s ear and whisper, “Night pipsqueak.”

Sasha shivers in her sleep, giving me a tiny sense of pride. I grab the blanket at the end of the bed and cover the three of us, letting myself drift to sleep.

Sasha’s Pov

Ugh, why is it so hot? I force my eyes open and it takes a second to register that my glasses are off.

Did I take them off? God my brain isn’t working. I shuffle a bit and finally take in my surroundings.

There’s someone in front of me. I squint and nearly jump out of my sick when I realize it’s David. After I force myself to calm down, I become hyper aware of my surroundings.

If David’s in front that must mean Sutan who’s behind me. I peek down the cover that one of them put on us and see that their arms are thrown over my waist like a damn security blanket.

No wonder it’s so hot.

I shift a bit more and become aware of a few things. 1.) Not a single person on this bed is wearing a shirt. 2.) David’s breath is disgusting. 3.) They are so warm, it’s ridiculous. But worst of all, 4.) Everyone in this bed has a boner.

I wiggle a bit and fight a gasp as I realize my own hardness is next to David’s, with Sutan’s, the tall-ass bitch, in the middle of my back.

Yeah, I’m good on this one. “Guys!” I yell. David groans and Sutan just snorts and buries his face in my shoulder.

“Wake up!” I yell again. I shift my body and start rocking back and forth to wake them up. “Shut up Sasha,” David groans, burying his face into my collarbone.

I’d scream if I wasn’t scared that someone would call the police.

“Would you guys, WAKE THE FUCK UP?!” I shout at the top of my lungs.

Ok so maybe not that scared.

They both jump, finally awake. “What the hell, Sash?” Sutan groans as he rubs his face.

“First things first, give me my glasses.” Sutan sleepily grabs them and hands them to me.

I hastily push them on, relaxed slightly as my vision is restored. I realize they’re both look at me for an explanation.

Thinking about what I have to explain, I blush, feeling my entire head turn red.

“Would ya speak, you little tomato?” David grumbles. I glare at him and find the strength to speak.

“I didn’t want you holding me boners.” I say simply. I find it comical as they look down, look at each other and back down.

“Huh.” Sutan mumbles. “This is quite the predicament.” David nods and they both turn to me.

“Seems like we’re all in same boat though, huh pipsqueak?”

I really hate that nickname. So why does it make my cock twitch in my pants? I can’t meet Sutan eyes

“Look at that Raj.” I hear David say behind me. “You found a way to shut Velour up. Kudos.” Sutan laughs.

“For once Sasha’s right though.” He stands and pull both of us up. I’m so red, I’m purple as Sutan drops his pants leaving him completely naked. He licks his palm, grabs his boner and smirks. “We sure as hell can’t sleep like this.”

I glance at the door and wonder if I could make a run for it. I vaguely realize they’re probably just trying to mess with me but it’s still weird.

God, this is something out of a porno. Fuck I’m so hard it hurts.

“I think pipsqueak is confused Raj.” David says. Sutan pulls his pants up and walks over.

“I think we should come clean Rave. We won’t have fun with just the two of us.” David hugs me from behind, placing his lips on my shoulder, while Sutan grabs my face.

My breath hitches as I looked him in the eyes. “We hate you Sasha,” he says in an even tone, “ because we want you so BAD.”

“I want you too.” I whisper back without thinking and in the back of my mind I realize I’m telling the truth.

And then Sutan’s kissing me and David is sucking on my neck. We keep this position for minute before David presses a hand to Sutan’s face.

He groans as David takes him off my lips and turns my head to replace them with his own. I’ve never been one for big lips but David’s feel so good on mine, I can’t stop my moan.

Sutan apparently takes this as a challenge and attempts to pull David away. Sutan and David wrestle each other, lips being ripped away and replaced until it’s at the point that I can’t tell who’s kissing me, only that it feels good.

I know I must be moaning like a pornstar but fuck, they’re good kissers. “You gonna come from just kisses, pipsqueak?” David gasps in my ear.

I can’t stop my whimper. Sutan smirks at me. I feel hands on my pants and blush as they’re pulled around my ankles.

“Poor thing. You’re so hard.” David coos, wrapping a hand around my extremely neglected cock.

Before he can do anything though, my cell rings, Shea’s ringtone blaring out, making us all jump.

David grabs it and Sutan pulls up my pants, grabs me tight, and sticks his tongue in my mouth. David accepts the call and places it on speaker.

“Sasha?” Shea calls. Sutan releases my mouth and motions for me to answer. I swallow hard before answering.

“What is it Shea?” That comes out harsher than I meant and David snickers quietly.

“Oh uh. I just wanted to see what was up earlier? You wouldn’t tell me cause I was drunk? I’m sober-ish now and I just guessed you were awake.”

David and Sutan start making out on the bed which definitely takes up the majority of my attention.

“Sasha?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, it’s nothing that has to be handled now. I’ll tell you later.” I fumble for the phone and can barely hear Shea saying something as I hit the end call button.

I toss my phone under the bed and jump on the bed, latching my mouth on David’s neck, intent on leaving a hickey. His arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer.

Then his arm is gone and Sutan it pulling me into his own lap, offering his neck and I hurriedly place my lips on his pulse point and start sucking on it. David groans in a mix of irritation and protest.

“Can I kiss Sasha for more than 30 seconds please?”

“No,” was Sutan’s reply. David grunts, grips my waist, pulls me off of Sutan, and presses me to the bed. He presses his lips to mine and covers me with his body, determined to not let Sutan stop us.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and deepen the kiss. David moans as I nibble on his lip. He grinds his hips into mine, providing both of us with much needed friction.

I faintly hear Sutan say, “It’s been 30 seconds.” David ignores him and keeps grinding on me. He slowly moves his mouth down my body, marking his path.

Seeing an opening, Sutan drops his head, taking possession of my mouth as David marks his way down my stomach.

He grabs the waistband of my pants and slowly pulls them down. Sutan gets on his knees just as David pull my cock in his mouth. As I gasp, Sutan shuffles forward and then I’m blowing him.

I don’t hesitate as I grab his dick and work my tongue over it. I moan around him because David’s working wonders on me, which makes Sutan moan too.

Sutan grabs my head and I stay still as he uses my mouth. “Goddamn you little-” His words are cut off by moans as I fondle his balls.

Ugh I’m so close. I try to alert David I’m close but it’s too late. My body spasms as I explode in David’s mouth.

Sutan removes himself from my mouth, opting to cum on my stomach as my aftershocks run their course. David walk to his bag and returns with wipes, cleaning his face and my stomach.

“What about you?” I murmur. David rolls his eyes.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you out lasted me by 5 seconds.” David crawls over me and pulls me to his chest and a few seconds later Sutan wraps his lanky arms over both of us, pulling us to him.

In the back of my mind, I’m screaming at myself. What the was I thinking tonight? I’m an idiot. I can’t believe-

“Sasha, Shut up.” David groans.

“I didn’t say anything!”

Sutan leans forward and pecks my lips. “You’re still thinking too loud, babe.”

Babe? He seems quite comfortable calling me that after a one night stand. Is this a one night stand? I think prefer pipsqueak.

“SHUT UP.” They both command. I sigh and try shut my mind off. After a second I settle my head on David’s shoulder, simultaneously pulling Sutan closer.

“Night pipsqueak.” Sutan whispers in my ear. “Night giraffe.” I whisper back. Sutan’s laugh chases me into my dreams.

Raven’s Pov

(AN: See I didn’t forget her)

I wake up early and take a second to remember where I am.

As I remember, I look at the men I spent the night with and promptly roll my eyes.

We started the night with Sasha’s head on my shoulder and Sutan was holding her from behind. But now Sutan’s possessive ass has Sasha’s head on HIS shoulder and she’s basically wrapped around him like a damn koala. He’d also flipped them around so his back was to me.

Considering how competitive Sutan is, he’s probably still mad I made Sasha moan first.

Bitch.

I reach over and shake Sasha’s shoulder. She stirs slightly and peaks over Sutan’s shoulder.

“Wha?” She mumbles sleepily and I can’t help but smile at how cute she is. I carefully get out of bed and slowly pull her from Sutan.

She whines softly but relaxes as I press my lips to hers. I pull away and look into her eyes.

“I just… don’t wanna share you right now.” I whisper. She smiles at me and laces her hands behind my head. She pulls me down, locking our lips. I press my tongue to her lips and smirk at how fast I get access.

I run my hands along her body, committing it all to memory.

I do the same with my tongue, exploring Sasha’s mouth like… an explorer.

I sigh without thinking and pull her even closer.

But all too soon, we’re jumping back as Sasha’s stomach growls. Loudly.

I burst out in quiet snickers as she clutches a hand to her stomach, blushing.

“Want to go out to breakfast?” I offer, still snickering.

Sasha’s still blushing but manages to nod. We get dressed and are about to leave when she stops me.

“What about Sutan?” She points at the sleeping man, who was now clutching a pillow like a teddy bear. I simply snap a picture for later use and walk out, waiting for Sasha to catch up.

She catches up real fast. “Sorry!” She holds up her phone. “Forgot this.” I calmly wrap my arm around her shoulders and feel her arm settle on my waist.

“Juju told me where everyone’s meeting for breakfast. Wanna head there?” I ask.

Sasha nods eagerly and I’m struck with a strong feeling of adoration. She’s like a puppy or a toddler.

“How could I have hated you?” I think aloud.

“Because I can out read you without even trying,” comes the reply. I respond by slapping her ass as we slip into the elevator.

After several reads, giggles, ass slaps, and a quick Uber ride, we arrive at a cozy little restaurant. We stride in and quickly spot the other queens. Mainly because there’s no one else in here, but that’s besides the point.

“Are we going to tell them about last night?” Sasha whispers as we scurry over. I contemplate this for a moment before responding.

“Let’s wait. I wanna see who guesses first.”

Sasha snorts. “Good idea.”

“Thanks. Thought of it all by myself.” I boast, puffing my chest out.

“Shocker.” Sasha drawls out. We finds seats, (next to each other, thank god) and greet our friends.

“You guys seem awfully friendly today,” A very hungover Shea points out within 30 seconds.

We just shrug. “Just tired of fighting, I guess.” Sasha responds. “You guys order yet?”

Sasha has the attention off of us in a second, asking about everyone’s night and morning.

Conversation flows easily and I’m so happy Sasha’s a quick thinker. I lace my fingers with hers under the table and shoot her a tiny smile.

As the conversation turns to the effects of whiskey vs. vodka, a very pouty Sutan slips in the door. He grabs a chair on the other side of Sasha and glares at us.

“You know you coulda woken me up, right?” He snarls at us. All the sounds from the table vanish. I glance at Sasha, who honestly looks close to laughing.

“Sorry. You looked… comfy.” She giggles and I laugh too, thinking of the picture I took.

Sutan rolls his eyes at us. “One night together and you already have inside jokes.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Hey, you’re the one that hogged her all night! It’s only fair I get her in the morning.” I respond. Sasha nods in agreement but leans forward and pecks Sutan’s cheek. “It is only fair babe.” She says, shrugging. Sutan groans but relents as Sasha grabs his hand with her empty one.

We exchange smiles and sit in complete bliss.

For about 30 seconds. Then Manila screams, “Holy shit, you guys fucked!”

Before the table explodes, the three of us respond, “You figure that out by yourself?” Manila just sits back in his chair, extremely pleased with himself.

And THEN the table explodes. Everyone’s asking for questions and details and blah blah blah. I just lean on Sasha who leans on Sutan who drops his head to hers.

“Think they’ll ever shut up?” Sasha mumbles.

“Shut yourself up, pipsqueak.” I murmur back.

All three of us laugh and in the back of my mind, I’m so happy that Sasha never listens to me when I say that.

“Fuck off, Giraffe.” She smirks after a second.

Ok, maybe not TOO happy.

#rpdr fanfiction #manila luzon #jujubee #raven #raja gemini #sasha velour #shea coulee #raja x raven x sasha #slight smut #fic challenge #imposterzoe #rare pair #poly #canon compliant

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hello everyone, i hope you’re all well. happy rkfifth! five years, that’s a fair portion of time, half a decade in fact! i was contemplating on whether i wanted to write up one of these posts, as i usually do something similar when my own personal anniversary with rookies comes around, but for the sake of this being the big ol’ 5, i’m willing to do it. let’s take a walk down memory lane shall we and see where it all began for little ol’ me ( i got a job interview today, yay! )

i joined the krp community in august 2014, and rookies was one of those rps i considered joining, and a part of me wishes i did. i didn’t though, i found the large size of the roleplay to be somewhat intimidating so i ended up going on to make my own idol themed roleplay; which was fairly successful in its own way! ( r.i.p apollokrp ). but, i did end up meeting steph there, and eventually, i would end up being convinced to join rookies in july 2015; bringing forth my first rk muse, rkseokmin ( that’s dokyeom of seventeen, btw ). he didn’t last for long, and neither did my other two muses rkkyungri ( yes, i roleplayed kyungri prior to this, looking back, she was sort of like rkrose, being from australia and all ) and rksana, who i brought to rookies in july 2015 and december 2015. and now, looking back i don’t really have any strong attachments to these muses, i think i really just brought them in on a whim, and it wouldn’t be until the following year that i truly found my place at rookies.

come may 2016, season three of the mgas had begun and i decided to give rookies another go. damn rp! pulling me in and trying to get me invested! this time round, i brought forth a muse which y’all will definitely be familiar with. rkjuyeon, who was known as rkseo back then. and for anyone newer, that’s rksaercm. it all began with her, my tall dancing gay who had ambitions of idoldom since a young age. she had auditioned with her cousin in a process called the deathmatches ( you guys, if you weren’t around during like ... early 2016, you won’t know the pain of reserving / applying etc. as the old main blog was ancient. anyways, bless the rookies team for keeping everything going for so long ) and she failed to make it through. meanwhile, her cousin ends up winning the whole goddamn program. what a fluke. i did end up dropping her though, although she did return a few months later in september!

and we fast forward to july 2016; enter rkrose. blackpink’s iconic dance practice video was released and instantly fell in love, with one member in particular ( everyone was ranting and raving about lisa, but i couldn’t take my eyes off of the girl with braids in her hair ). that girl, was park chaeyoung, who like me, is a fellow australian! i instantly knew that i had to bring her to rookies, along with rose and keith ( who play lisa and jisoo, and eventually lari would end up completing the rkblackpink lineup that we know today with jennie ). looking back, i don’t really know how i envisioned rkrose to be; i mean, she was signed to royal within her first six months of being at rookies! she won the kt & royal contest, if ya didn’t know! she is probably the muse i am most well-known for, likely for not so good reasons. she’s been through countless “scandals” in her time, things of which are likely both of our faults. i’m not ashamed of her though ( more so of my own actions ). i think she’s a good egg.

when rookies gave us permission to go ahead with third muses, i think we all went a little crazy. i’ve had quite a few third muses, some whom i’m sure i can’t really remember, but rkchangkyun and yugyeomrk come to mind; i’m sure some of you might be baffled to know that i’ve ever actually roleplayed a male before, considering the fact that all i talk about on twitter is girls and girl groups. ah i forgot i did actually bring rkclaudia to rookies, aka moon hyuna. but we come full circle, and in march 2018, we meet rkkyungri, who is my third and final muse at rookies ( unless y’know, y’all wanna open up fourth muses to the public rk, because i’m down for that, i have many stories to share still wink wonk ). she was unlike any of my rookies muses; an ex-idol who failed at achieving her dream the first time round.

so, here we are, december 2018; i’ve given you a rather comprehensive and detailed run down on my past with rookies, muses wise that is, because there is a ton more to talk about. and i shall, because i want to be able to commemorate this special occasion! i think it is healthy to reflect on things that have happened in the past, so we can learn from our mistakes and better ourselves as people and writers. i have had my fair share of negative and positive experiences at rookies, and i think it’s normal to. rookies is a really big place, and people are bound to bump heads and not get along, that’s just human nature. i think that a good portion of my problems at rookies have been because of miscommunication. so new members, please take a leaf out of my book and remember that communication is key! also don’t get swept up in ooc drama and take your problems to the mods! that’s what they’re here for ( and they do an excellent job of it, thank you guys <33 ).

i really am invested in rookies; invested in the plot, the characters and their stories. i think it’s so amazing that we have a place on the internet where things can unfold and happen in real time almost. krp can be so fast-paced and it’s refreshing to see a place like rookies. i don’t think i could ever truly leave rookies behind, well, one day i’m probably going to have to, but that is another thing; rk is always there. rookies has reached five years. five! years! and that is a momentous occasion, because some rps don’t even see five months. as someone who has been an admin countless of times in the past, i have always wondered how rookies withstood the test of time, and now, having been apart of rookies for nearly three years, i think i understand now. many things go into making a roleplay work: the admin team and the members must work cohesively together, and i think we at rookies all do a good job of that.

i have learnt a lot at rookies, and i think i definitely have a lot more to learn and experience. i must say, going into the new year, i really want to work on being more productive. some of you amaze me! replying every week, getting those points! you get that, pal! it’s really, really inspiring, and i want to be more like that. i’m honestly amazed i’ve made it two years at rk, as i’m someone who gets bored easily ( i also have commitment issues to some extent ). there have been countless occasions where i’ve wanted to give up and drop my muses, be it lack of motivation or drama, but the sole fact that i’ve dedicated two whole years to creating these characters is an incentive to keep going. i’ve always loved writing and i love that i have a space to share my creativity, interests and dreams with like minded people! i think that rings true for a lot of other people, but i’m sure y’all have your own reasons for sticking around.

i don’t think a post like this would be complete without some shout outs, but this part for me will probably be lacking, whoops. maybe i can make that another goal of mine. socialise more.

steph ( @jungwooxrk ), thank you for introducing me to rookies and convincing me to join. we’ve been friends since december 2014!?! which feels like a long ass time. you were my first real internet friend and i’m very grateful to of met you. thank you for writing with me and putting up with me!

rose ( @rklisa ), keith ( @rkjisoo ) & lari ( @rkjennie ), rkblackpink is precious and means so much to both me and rkrose. although we don’t talk as much as much as i would like ( or we should??? ) i’m so happy that we’ve got y’all, i hope that our girls can experience many more things together.

shinobi ( @rkkangjoon ) thank you so much for putting up with me. we’ve been through a lot of crap but i’m really thankful that we’re still able to talk despite everything. i hope you know that kangjoon will forever be important to rose, he was her first real boyfriend after all! thank you for putting up with us both! we love you! <33

peach ( @rkhaechan ) i don’t think rkrose would be who she is today without you and the help of jaebum. after a year of depression i think she’s back on her feet though!! toughest 12 months as a writer! but, despite everything we’ve been through, i’m so thankful we’re still able to talk. i also love your new muses, haech is a cutie & i love him very much :((((

lemon ( @rkyena ) aaaaaah i can’t believe i forgot to put you in here, i’m so sorry. thank you sO MUCH for putting up with me and my forgetfullness. i really love seoyoung as a muse and i’m excited to see her grow as an idol! also saeseo?!

nana ( @younghyunrk ) i’m so thankful that i get to talk to you almost everyday!? i feel as though these past few months we’ve been able to get close which is exciting because you are awesome & i treasure you a ton! i’m excited for whats to come in the following months for our muses! hopefully we meet when i fly over your way sometime soon! i love youuu!!! <33

royal and sphere trainees! i would tag you all, but i’ll be here forever. thank you for making me feel included, even if i don’t participate in the group chat! i love our group antics, like photocard swapping, that was fun. thank you for taking care of both me and my girls, rose and saerom. i would like to work on getting closer to y’all!

and our incredible mod team, you know who they are, they know who they are. thank you so much, for everything you do. you guys keep this place safe, happy and running for all of us, all while writing for your own muses and keeping up with real life stuff like work and school?! incredible! amazing! fantastic! thank you for being so accepting and welcoming and supportive. i love y’all a ton and i don’t think this little message truly explains how grateful i truly am. thank you, for all that you do.

i’m sorry if i forgot anyone in particular, i probably did and i’m sorry; i don’t have the greatest memory. just know that i’m grateful for you! even if we’ve never spoken to eachother before! thank you for making rookies the place it is! that being said, i should probably work on wrapping this whole thing up, since it’s getting pretty darn long and i would like to do some things today prior to this job interview i have later ( please send positive vibes, i’m going to need them ; _ ; )

these past two, nearly three years have been absolutely wonderful. i’m bummed i didn’t join rk back in the day but maybe the fact that i joined later was a good thing? i mean, everything happens for a reason right? these years have been hard and tiring but also very exciting and rewarding, and i’m very enthused to see where 2019 takes me and my girls, along with you and your muses! lets work hard and be happy, happy rkfifth everyone <3

- lots of love, from sacha!

#♡ ┋ out of character.#rkfifth

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angryhausfrau-writes · 4 years ago

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I Travel Troubled Oceans: Chapter 8 - In Which Jack Embarks Upon an Illustrious Career and Anne Needs a Fucking Break

If Anne had thought Jack was annoying as all fuck before, it's got nothing on how he is now that he's decided to actually be a fashion designer instead of just pretending at it and using his money to hide a lack of actual talent or effort like every other rich person. But Anne supposes that he's going to be a perfectionist in this scheme just like he is in every other fucking thing he does. She just wishes he'd leave her out of all the madness.

He's actually treating her like his fucking PA, if you can believe that. Trying to get her to schedule meetings with various rich idiots who might want to be patrons or some shit like that. Like he's fucking Michelangelo or whoever the fuck the Borgia patronized. And all this when Anne and Jack both know full well her job is to intimidate all the people Jack might need intimidated, not acting as his fucking secretary.

Though, in Jack's defense, the meetings are a good way to figure out new marks. Anne might not be much for subterfuge, but she's good at determining where wall safes might be hidden and an expert at valuating Rolex's and the like. When someone's got fifty thousand pounds worth of Swiss watch on their wrist, they're generally going to be a more worthwhile target for a con than someone with only fifty.

And she does get to do some intimidation. Sitting in the back of Jack's meetings, staring at the marks over the top of her blackberry. Like they're ants, like they're nothing and they're wasting her valuable time just by existing. The sort of looks men like that used to give her, when they realized she wasn't fuckable.

It's almost fun, watching them squirm. Cathartic, maybe, it you wanna be all fancy about it. Anne's always had a vindictive streak to her.

So she don't really mind that part all that much, though she ain't gonna let Jack onto that fact – he'd just rope her into more of this play pretend bullshit.

But what she does object to is the everything else that goes along with the meetings. Because if Jack's going to be a fashion designer, then he needs things like a sewing machine and dressmakers dummies and a truly bullshit ridiculous amount of fabrics and buttons and who even fucking knows what else. And he makes Anne go and get all of that shit, which is a real pain in the ass and takes considerable time away from her preferred activities of fucking Max and lounging threateningly at their new posh neighbors.

Fortunately, Mr. Scott knows Eme, who used to work for Eleanor – and is since out of a job because of her fall from grace and obscene wealth. And she's more than willing to come work for Anne and go round up all of Jack's stupid shit. And she knows a bunch of people looking to find jobs as housekeepers and gardeners and cooks. So they're gonna have a household staff like all the other posh fucks they've surrounded themselves with.

Charles had been pissed about it at first, which makes sense. But none of them can cook for shit or particularly want to spend time dusting all the stupid posh shit they've accrued as a cover for their new life as upper-class twats. And Mary had backed Anne in her half-pretending threats to mutiny if they've got to eat Jack's burned eggs one more morning. So Charles had eventually been persuaded into it – him being the fucker who don't have to bear the brunt of Jack's latest obsession and therefore not getting as much of a vote.

Though Charles had insisted on looking over the employment contracts Jack drew up. And they've ended up paying a comparatively obscene amount – which just means a living wage for London – but everyone's relatively happy with the arrangement. And ain't that what partnership is supposed to mean? Them all in this together. Compromising.

So Anne'll suck it up and deal with Jack in a tizzy over whatever fucking thing he's so worried about that particular minute. And she'll know everyone else in her crew's got her back when she needs it.

Which is a bit of a novel thought, if she's being honest. She's always had Jack, always trusted him since they met – but it's a real cock fight out there and Anne's had to scrabble for every fucking inch she's ever carved out for herself in the streets. It's nice to have Mary here with her along with Max. Someone who knows, someone who understands what that's like.

And Mary's been a real help wrangling Jack. Talking him down off whatever imaginary ledge he's got himself on. Keeping up his instagram and twitter and whatever so that when he schedules meetings with posh fucks they've at least heard of him. And she's started putting together little files on potential marks based off whatever she can find on their own accounts as well as the gossip Charles collects and the intel she and Jack report.

It's all the bullshit busy work that Anne has no patience for. But Mary's real good at it. Keeps everything nice and neat and organized, which Anne knows Max appreciates.

And she ain't half bad on the eyes.

Really, taking her in when Lord Hamilton's deadbeat son left her behind may have been one of Jack's smarter ideas. And to hear him talk, he's had a lot of 'em.

Jack is an idiot. An ignoramus. An absolute fucking moron.

Why on earth had he thought it would be a good idea to have his character's cover be a fashion designer?

He knows how to sew and has even made some of his own clothes – or altered charity shop finds into something half wearable. But he doesn't know the first thing about fashion. And certainly not the avant garde shit he'll be expected to trot out for Kaylen's gallery show.

Max's suggestion, backed by Charles, of just having the models be as near to naked as possible and letting the quote unquote sex appeal carry him through would probably work. But it's detestable to him. It does nothing to showcase Jack's talent or ability. Nothing to prove his worth or further his name.

Plus, it's cheating. And he may be a crook and a con, but he's not a cheater.

So he gets Max to round him up some women to use as models. And they're corner girls, not the sleek, starved models most people would probably use. But they're real people, with personality and preference and something for him to at least start basing ideas for outfits off of.

One woman had told him straight out that she'd knife him if he dared put her in anything with sequins, and that's something to work with.

So Jack commandeers one of the empty upstairs sitting rooms for a sewing room and starts sketching just reams and reams of absolute garbage. Nothing's right. Nothing looks right.

It's so endlessly frustrating.

He's got a feeling, a sense, ephemeral and fleeting, of what he wants to do. But he just can't draw it out. Can't get it out on the page, not for the fucking life of him.

And Charles has been less than helpful. Hanging around Jack's workshop and lounging there, having the time of his fucking life, while Jack's tearing his hair out by the roots.

When Jack had snapped at him, asking what, exactly, the fuck he was doing there, Charles had simply replied, “I'm supposed to be your muse, aren't I? I'm musing.”

And it had been such a terrible, horrible, awful thing to say, Jack had balled up his latest shitty drawing and chucked it at him, starting off a sort of indoor snowball fight that lasted until all rejected sketches were exhausted and they lay panting on the rug.

“Feel better?”

Jack groans dramatically. But he does feel a little less like banging his head against his desk, so probably.

“I'm beginning to think that all of this was a terrible mistake.”

Charles snorts. “Just now, you're thinking that?”

“Oh fuck off, Chaz. It's not like you've got to do anything but sit there and look pretty. Not exactly a difficult task for you.”

“Aw, you think I'm pretty.”

Jack laughs, despite himself. “That was not what I meant you to take away from that.”

“I know. You were trying to call me a lazy piece of shit.” Charles shrugs. “Maybe you're working too hard, Jack. Thinking too hard about this.” Like he always does. “Maybe you should just start doing shit instead of agonizing over if it's right or not.”

Which is just such a fundamentally Charles way of going about things.

But maybe he's right. Jack's approach certainly isn't working. And he's not really wasting anything by mocking up some of his ideas in muslin. Nothing that he hasn't already wasted by fucking around with paper and pencil and bad idea after bad idea.

“Maybe you're a fairly decent muse after all, Charles.”

Charles grins at him. “I can take my shirt off, too, if you think that'll help. Like Mary keeps telling me to for all those pictures.”

Then again, maybe not.

#black sails #charles vane/jack rackham #max/anne #i travel troubled oceans #chapter 8

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eridacnis · 7 years ago

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merry fucking christmas! i’m leaving tumblr.

oh man how do you even start things like that short answer: i want to move on to new things and get out of the homestuck fandom! long answer under the cut

i’m already sorry for how long this is gonna get to be honest with you guys, it was about damn time i’d finally decide to move on. i’ve been in this fandom for 6 years - the majority of my puberty - and i’ve very recently started therapy, which also helped me put a lot of things into perspective. i’m generally trying to get my life back together and changing how i do things, how i feel about things, what i think about things. which also includes tumblr rp or generally rping just becoming too stressing, too repetitive, too monotone to me. i started this blog to meet people and to distract myself but also to admittedly vent a bit. not as in me and my character being the same, but sharing the same feelings. it felt good, and i also felt good at what i was doing! i was also researching and putting a lot of effort into making this muse as close to canon as possible. over the time on here i got so many sweet compliments and so much kindness, which i btw still have saved screenshots of bc that’s just the kinda person i am heheh.

now that i don’t feel as angry, as upset, as frustrated as i used to, this blog often enough upsets me and makes me feel stressed. plus! i also don’t think i need it anymore. i’m learning to deal with my emotions differently now. and also additionally i’m just not into homestuck itself anymore. i haven’t been in a long ass time to be completely honest. it just isn’t to me what it used to be, and that’s ok! interests change and stuff.

either way now that i got all this emotional gross talk out of the way i also have to admit a lot of not nice things happened on here which left me paranoid and stressed, which i would like to completely leave behind. the negativity that is happening on here is just suffocating and it hinders my recovery.

but!!! now to the nice things. in all this time on this blog (over 2 and a half years!) i’ve met so many incredible and amazing people. i’ve met people who have inspired me, who have helped me with so many things. i have to admit i don’t feel like i got incredibly close with anybody on here, but i got to see all these different unique people with all their huge ideas and plots and that was a gift all in itself. honestly i felt super intimidated most of the time bc i saw so many amazing backstories, so much work put into characters and such. it’s incredible! i had so many awesome rps with so many people and i’m so glad i got to have that. rp is such a collaborative task and it’s surprising to me just how much and how quickly people connect through it.

so! special shoutout to all of my rp partners that i still talk to today! i don’t wanna @ all of you for no reason, so here goes.

thank you kaiser for giving me SUCH! a good ship. thank you for being so goddamn funny and making me feel understood. thank you for all this inspiration bc gosh your art is gorgeous. thank you jules for giving me a place to vent. thank you for inspiring me to come up with my own worldbuilding and backstories! thank you for helping me with many many things and thank you for being there for me when i needed it. (also thank you for your incredible taste in music holy damn) thank you kitty for being a role model basically! your way of talking, your way of how you act around others, your way of treating others, your way of coming up with ideas and your help! just about everything was so inspiring to me. thank you for letting me experience a person like you. thank you alex for giving me SO many funny interactions that left me fuckign CRYING. you’re amazing and you’re so good at what you do, your vriska is such a gift. thank you jade for having the best goddamn nepeta i’ve seen. what a good goddamn muse. also thank you for being there for me and being a patient and understanding friend!! thank you munbun for being the LONGEST rp partner i’ve had!! we still know eachother from when i basically just started out with this blog and i’m so glad we still occasionally talk to eachother. please keep going making more wonderful ocs! thank you tumblr user luvborne! i know we’ve barely talked ooc but i’m so glad we’ve been rping for so long. i greatly enjoy your muse and our muses’ interactions together! you’re overflowing with wonderful ideas and i hope you’ll never stop with that. thank you tae for being sweet understanding and patient with me. you really helped me when i felt insecure about myself! thank you emma for being the BEST league coach to date and being so passionate with what you do. thank you red for just plainly letting me experience you and what an incredible human you are. just your presence is enough to move mountains. thank you to the cyberbent timeline for being a wonderful place to be, where i got supported until the very end, even if my paranoid head would go way too fucking far sometimes. thank you for giving me a chance to be among huge creative people (which no joke intimidated me from the beginning up until now) and thank you to everybody else who i didn’t manage to get quite as close with. but thank you for giving me a great time and giving me a chance to have fun and bounce ideas. also thank you to the people who i stopped talking to for one reason or another. no matter what happened i’ll remember you fondly; i’ll remember the good times we had! thank you for that!

you’re all incredible people and i want you to keep going! even if it’s not homestuck rp! you got so much to give to the world. promise me you’ll never hide and that you’ll show off what you can do because dang is it a lot.

lastly i want to mention that i’m not completely gone! if you for some reason still want more of my muse then we can absolutely keep rping on discord hahah. other than that i’ll also be on my twitter and soon work on my art blog! you can find me on twitter at magsimumcute and my art blog at magsimillion

again, thank you for everything. goodbye. may we all find what we’re looking for.

#ooc

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project-ml · 7 years ago

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Project: Ghost/Spirit Festival — Linghun

Linghun

Project: Ghost/Spirit Festival Masterpost (tbp)

Written By: @ml-writings

Beta’d By: @krzed

Summary: Marinette comes back from a trip to China and finds that the spirit festival had followed her home.

Tags: spirit festival, ghosts, fox!Alya, turtle!Nino, Adrienette, DJWifi, ritual

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“Hey, Alya!” I called as I reached my desk. I’d gone to China the past week with my parents and I’d just gotten back. “Anything exciting happen while I was out of Paris?”

“There were a couple of akuma attacks, but they weren’t really anything to worry about,” Alya said, “What was interesting was that Ladybug missed both of them, so Terrapin had to purify the akumas, and no one has seen her going on patrols for about a week.”

“I’m sure that she’ll be back,” I said while setting my tablet on the desk. “All heroes have had to take time off before, and you of all people know that they always come back.”

“You’re right. I just had to say it,” Alya said. She knows I didn’t just disappear though. I’d told the whole team that I was going to be on a family trip for a week. She was playing a part, and honestly, it was getting a little annoying that we couldn’t talk openly.

Someone tackled me from behind my seat, throwing his arms around me. “Marinette!” The silly cat had finally gotten to school. I thought that he would have gotten here much earlier, bouncing in his seat in excitement. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Plagg spent half an hour grooming himself in front of my mirror, claiming the whole time that in no way, shape, or form would he be going anywhere near Tikki,” He nuzzled my ear. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I’m glad to be back to, Kitty,” I whispered back, reaching around to scratch his ear. “We can talk more after class, but my trip was really fun, and I learned a lot.”

Adrien moved around to stand in front of me. “Well, then I will talk to you later, M’Lady.” He kissed my hand and went to take his seat next to Nino. He could be such a dork sometimes.

“And when did this happen?” Alya asked, and I almost jumped off the bench. Chat and I had decided to reveal our identities before I had left for China, and there was no way that I could have told Alya that. I was honestly hoping she wouldn’t notice even though I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “I know he wasn’t like this before you left to go on your trip.”

“Maybe he missed me?” I said, wincing.

”I’ll get it out of you soon, girl. Just you wait.” Alya took her phone out of her pocket and brought up the Ladyblog.

A couple of weeks later Alya came running into my room after school and proceeded to shove her phone into my face. It was open to the akuma sightings page and there were numerous reports of odd occurrences around the city. Things randomly falling and such.

“What do you think?” Alya asked. “Do you think there might be some type of ghost akuma or something? All of these events match what a poltergeist would do.”

“Maybe.” I mused, we’d have to bring the whole team together to discuss this later. “On another note, could you help me with my physics homework? I’m lost and it’s due tomorrow.”

Alya gave me a look that I couldn’t quite decipher. “Why don’t you ask your new beau? He seems to have a good grasp on physics.”

“Alya!” I blushed and hid my face in my arms. “Too soon!”

Alya had to leave soon after. I sketched for a little while, but my mind started to wander to the disturbances, and all the trouble they were causing people. I picked up my cell and called Adrien, figuring that between the two of us we could come up with something to do about it. We decided that we would have to talk to the rest of the team about the disturbances, so once my parents had gone to sleep I stepped out onto my balcony so that I could call Terrapin and Lisica. I told Terrapin and Lisica to meet at our spot at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I swung over and got there at the same time as Chat. This was the first time that we’d seen each other in costume since we’d revealed our identities to each other. Lisica was bound to notice something was different.

Chat stood up from where he’d been dangling his legs off the deck and took my hand to kiss it. “M’Lady I’m glad to see you again, especially after your long trip. I��m sorry that it had to be under these circumstances.” His bright green eyes twinkled with the secret knowledge that he’d seen me every day and school, and that he’d been literally hanging over me every day.He can be such a possessive cat sometimes.

Lisica and Terrapin landed behind him, and I gestured for them to sit down. “All of you have probably heard about the odd sightings by now. We need to decide what we’re going to do about it.” I said, getting straight to the point. “We don’t really know anything about what’s going on, not even if it’s an akuma, and it’s making me nervous.”

“I don’t think it’s an akuma.” Terrapin said. “It hasn’t demanded our Miraculous or even shown it’s face. Also, it’s been over three weeks since the last akuma attack, and while none of us are complaining about that, it doesn’t go with anything we’ve seen Papillon do so far. I think that chances are we’re dealing with some outside force.” Terrapin concluded. He’d been working to take on the role of guardian, and it’s clear that Master Fu’s teachings had sunk in.

“If you don’t think it’s an akuma, then what else could it be?” Lisica asked. “I looked earlier but I couldn’t find any reports of things like this happening anywhere near Paris. It’s honestly freaking me out.”

“I think we all feel that way.” Chat said, leaning onto her shoulder. “What if we wait it out for a week and see what happens, if anything changes. How much could go wrong in a week?”

Curse that stupid cat and his bad luck. Before a couple days had even passed, the events became more malevolent and the ghosts started to manifest in visible form. They were appearing in various period clothing, some looking like it was a normal day, others with fatal wounds. They were knocking things off shelves and slamming doors in people’s faces and such. Terrapin called the rest of us to suggest we go to Master Fu’s that night.

We all came in through the hatch Master Fu had in his roof and sat around the short table Master Fu had in his living room. Master Fu came into the room with a book written in strange symbols that he laid in the middle of the table and opened to a page with a strange drawing in the center.

“As you might have guessed already, this isn’t some average akuma attack.” Master Fu started, and we all leaned a bit closer to him. “If I am correct, I think that we are experiencing the Hungry Ghost Festival.”

“But isn’t that from Chinese folklore? Isn’t all that stuff made up?” I asked. It was something that I had heard about from my family, but I never believed in the occult.

“Aren’t the Miraculous just something dredged up from ancient myths?” Master Fu asked before continuing. “It seems that Papillon caused the festival to come here by using his powers to harm the souls of others. This might be stopping him from transforming, similar things have happened in the past.” He paused, and we all nodded. It made sense. “I found a ritual that has been used before when events like this have occurred, but I don’t know if it will work. It’s purpose is to call forth your siblings, in this case past holders, to come and defend you. They should be able to defend Paris until the festival ends.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” Lisica asked.

“I don’t know how this ritual will affect you or your powers.” Master Fu said. “Most likely anything would be temporary, but there’s no way to be sure.”

“We have to do it.” Chat said. “We put our lives on the line all the time, why would this be any different?”

“Do we all agree to do this?” I asked, and the rest of the team nodded. I copied down the symbol in the book, and Master Fu helped me transliterate the weird writing into something that we could read. We said goodbye and left, after deciding that we would use the top deck of the Eiffel Tower to cast the ritual. I quickly went home to get chalk to draw the symbol with while the others went and got the salt and candles.

We all met back up and started setting up the ritual. First we needed to draw a triple moon on the ground, a pentacle with a crescent moon facing out on either side of it. Then we needed to place a candle on each of the points of the pentacle and light them all at the same time. Lastly we needed to sprinkle salt on each of the moons.

We each stood at one of the cardinal directions once we finished, and began the chant. “Power of the sisters and brothers rise, Course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here, blood to blood,” As we chanted the wind seemed to blow harder around us and we could hear voices. They seemed encouraging and proud, but none of us could make out what they were saying. “I summon thee, blood to blood, return to me.” When we finished chanting a wind rushed out from the center of the pentacle, blowing out the candles and knocking us backwards and out.

I woke up to see that was still at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and that the diagram we had drawn for the ritual was still intact except for the candles going out. I looked down off the side to see none of the ghosts that had been everywhere earlier. The ritual must have worked.

I heard Lisica scream from my right and I looked over to her to see what was wrong. She was pointing at me and her face had gone pale. She was wearing her normal clothes, and there was no trace of her mask or her ears. Our Miraculous must have timed out or the spell knocked off our transformations.

I put my hand over her mouth. “Stop screaming.” I said quietly. “Yes I’m Ladybug, but the whole world doesn’t need to know!” She nodded and I took my hand off her mouth.

I looked around and saw Adrien and Nino lying on the ground on the other side of the diagram. I carefully walked around it and shook Adrien’s shoulder to wake him up.

“Ladybug?” He asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Nope. Marinette.” I said. “Nice choice for Terrapin by the way.” That woke him up. He shot up and looked around, taking in the scene, including how Alya had run over to hug Nino.

“The spell knocked our transformations off?” He asked, and I nodded, leaning on his shoulder.

“What?” Alya yelled, coming over to us. “How are you two not freaking out about this?”

“We already knew.” Adrien said simply. “We decided to share our identities before Marinette left for China in case something happened.”

“But,” Alya looked between me and Adrien and then gave a knowing smile. “That was what brought the two of you together, huh?”

“Yup.” I confirmed. And I thought the grilling a few days was bad, this was going to be so much worse.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #alya cesaire #Nino lahiffe #project: ghost/spirit festival

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visualpractitioner · 5 years ago

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Reflecting on an Abundant Summer

What has your summer been like? How do you move forward with your abundant harvest?

It’s been a fun summer for me. But one that I didn’t intend. Which is rare because I usually have things well planned, or at least a clear vision. Still, I am extremely grateful for the opportunity and all that I’ve learned.

Because I am changing up how I approach my programming for the fall,

I’ve been asked to share what it took to pull off my summer musings. I hope you find the following helpful should you decide to do something similar.

What I did

I spent the summer at home in Durango, Colorado. Between the European travels and my upcoming travels from coast to coast and down under, I made a two-fold plan:

Stay firmly rooted in Durango so I can support some community work and hope other local opportunities pop up, and

Work hard to reach a global audience through two series of free virtual offerings: A Summer of Lettering Tips Tuesdays (LTT) and Digital Scribing for Visual Practitioners (DSVP).

I love Durango, Colorado. I have lived here on and off for over 25 years. In that time I have worn many hats and went from knowing just about everyone in town to being a total stranger as it has grown. I have a downtown studio overlooking Main Avenue. And while I love my anonymity, I thought this summer would be different. I offered classes, volunteered my time, had an art show and book signing. I had the support of a few local friends and had my first paying GR/GF gig since I moved back over two years ago. I still don’t feel like I belong and I stopped waiting for my phone to ring. It seems even in this slow, Western town people are still running in all directions. I hope they are all thriving.

So I spent every Tuesday planning, sharing, broadcasting and seeing visual friends from around the world. Together with the help of Joleyne Mayers-Jaekel and her brilliant sketchnotes, we captured 12 lettering sessions covering every type of Neuland Marker nib and the lettering styles and technique that go with them. What a blast!

Pictured above: sketchnotes by Joleyne Mayers-Jaekel

Then, every other week or so I hosted an expert visual practitioner in digital scribing to share an app, process, or technical connection. The Digital Scribing for Visual Practitioners was a hit! So many generous people in our field willing to share valuable content for others to learn and grow.

What it took

I had offered open sessions before. I thought I knew what it took. If you are interested in doing something similar, here is what I discovered:

Organizing: Putting out calls for and organizing six speakers, writing descriptions, finding and setting dates, tech calls, collecting images and branding them, event listings and social media posts (6+ hours per DSVP speaker x 6 +12 for LTT = 48+ hours)

Preparing: prep for each session, outline, emails to speaker and IFVP Social Media Committee (SMC), script (~2 hours each x 6 for DSVP + 12 for LTT = 24+ hours)

Day of Session: tech calls, live session, post-production, compression, uploading, sharing on social media, follow ups (6 + 12 x ~6 = 78+ hours)

That equates to a part-time job every week for the summer. Between I worked to support the strategic efforts of the homeless issue in Durango, offered a few free lettering workshops, and revamped the Unlock Your Neuland Markers video series that you can find here.

What I learned

Everything you want to do takes three times or longer than you think it will. Factor in limited space on the computer when working with large video files and you might as well grab that stress ball or you will lose all your hair.

People are generous. When you are generous, you model the way for others. Every guest expert gave their time and expertise to help others. Half of the experts were experienced trainers, the other half experienced virtual instruction for the first time!

It takes a team. The IFVP SMC was instrumental in spreading the word about the sessions. And Joleyne was a creative trooper with her weekly sketchnotes. And participants were wonderful for spreading their experience with others on social media.

What’s next...

For me, I need to finish what I set out to do early this summer and finish up some online courses I’ve been working on. Then it’s off to teach, learn, learn, present and learn some more for the next few months. Hopefully I will see some of you in Washington, DC and Melbourne, Australia for my in-person workshops.

With that shift, I have concluded the Digital Scribing for Visual Practitioners series and leave it open to anyone who would like to take it on. Now that you know what it takes, it’s no mystery. It was quite fun, very educational and useful, and will help you get your name out there as someone involved in the IFVP. If you want to get involved, feel free to reach out to Phil Bakelaar, board member and IFVP Institute president. Or email me if you have questions about what it entails. I’m happy to provide all of the files I created or watch you recreate the series in your signature style.

And Lettering Tips Tuesdays will look different too! I plan on offering up lettering tips and tricks, but they won’t be hour-long live sessions like I offered this summer. These will be bite-size lettering morsels you can find on Instagram, Facebook and/or Twitter on Tuesdays. Probably not on all platforms every week so pick your platform and please follow along if you want to learn more. I will offer live sessions again someday. Sometimes they are random, sometimes month-long. I don’t know if I will offer a summer series again as next year is already booked for travel. However, the videos and sketch notes from this summer are still available for viewing at bit.ly/levelupprep for a limited time. They will soon be pulled down and repackaged for the Alumni Portal—available to those who take my in-person and virtual Level Up Your Lettering courses.

On a personal note

I’m currently looking to the fall. We are now at the winnow and sift part of the season where we reflect on our abundant harvest and decide what to take with us into the coming year. That’s what I do in September. October is the start of a 6-week integration process and November is about building the 2020 masterplan.

For you, I hope that you will revisit some of these valuable resources we created for you this summer. And I look forward to your feedback on these and some of my other projects. I value you and appreciate the time we’ve spent together this summer.

Someone on social media responded to one of my posts: “I hope to be as generous as you are someday.” Hmmm. I didn’t know one had to wait.

Did I give too much? Maybe. Was it worth it? Absolutely!

#lettering #handlettering #neuland markers #ifvp #digital scribing #sketchnoting #graphic recording #graphic facilitation #lettering tips tuesday

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yenneferw · 7 years ago

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Anonymous requested something between MJ and Peter

I still dunno how I feel about how well I did on this one but it’s the first time I’ve written MJ and Peter x MJ so sjdlfjfd

Peter didn’t know when, he didn’t know where along the way, but at some point he had stopped seeing Michelle as the quiet girl down at the end of the lunch table whose presence he didn’t realize how much he enjoyed until she was sick and the end of the lunch table was empty of her books and her occasional comments.

It had to be some time before she asked him to call her “MJ,” because he had to admit, there was something about knowing that she wanted him to consider her a friend—that she considered him a friend—that made him feel really good. Like, a different kind of good than what he felt about being friends with Ned. But a different kind of good than when Liz said she would go to homecoming with him, too.

He couldn’t pinpoint the moment, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that he didn’t want to wait as long to do something about it as he waited with Liz. She would definitely notice things easier than Liz did, and that would be awkward. Besides, waiting that long hadn’t worked out before; it had only resulted in his girlfriend’s dad being a supervillain. Not resulted, actually. But that happened.

Not long after he started really noticing this feeling, he knew that he should tell Ned about it. They were both hanging out at Peter’s house, the two of them on their phones and both leaned back next to each other on his bed. After a bit of scrolling through MJ’s Instagram—which really didn’t have near as much on it as Liz’s had (not that he was comparing, or checking, or something, but to quote MJ, he was just being observant)—he looked over at his friend.

“Do you want to know something?” he asked, feeling a bit like a middle schooler confessing his crush, but it didn’t matter because it was just Ned so he could do that.

“Obviously, especially if it’s the same kind of secret as ‘You’re Spider-Man.’” Ned sat up and looked down at Peter, who sighed and sat up after a moment as well.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but it’s not quite a superhero reveal,” he told him. He paused for a second and scratched his head. “I think I kind of like MJ.”

“Maybe MJ is a superhero,” Ned mused.

Peter rolled his eyes at him. “Come on, be serious, please.”

“I already kind of knew about that,” Ned told him. “It’s obvious, to me at least.” He stared at him for a moment, and Ned must have known that this was in confusion and incredulity, because he continued: “I’ve been looking at memes for half an hour and I’m pretty sure you’ve just been going through her Twitter and Instagram the whole time.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean anything,” he said defensively, frowning down at his phone like it had wronged him, giving away what he was thinking like that. “She’s really funny on Twitter, and I like the pictures she takes on her Instagram.”

“Why are you getting defensive when you’ve already said you like her?”

Peter paused. He didn’t know the answer to that question.

“Whatever,” he said, shaking his head as if to brush off that moment. “Do you think she likes me?”

There was no hesitation. “Dude, yes,” Ned assured him, rolling his eyes a little bit. “She sat with you in detention.”

“To draw people in crisis,” Peter said, unsure if he really believed that she liked him.

“And you should have seen her face when you were at the dance with Liz.”

“Well, Liz was out of my league.”

Ned groaned. “Didn’t the spider, like, make your senses go crazy? You really couldn’t tell with how blind you’re being.”

Peter shot him a look, but he said, “Smooth,” anyway.

Ned grinned and nodded. “Yeah, I know. Anyway, you gotta tell her.”

He paused for a moment, but it was obvious that that was true. If both of them liked each other, there was no point in dancing around it, was there? Except dancing around it was safe and offered exactly zero embarrassment, as opposed to being rejected, which offered exactly a lot. Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe he could just keep on pretending like he had never had this conversation with Ned.

Except now that it was actually out there, he felt like it was real, and now he was going to be wondering every time she did something that seemed like maybe she liked him. And he was going to be all un-smooth about liking her now, and that definitely wouldn’t help anything.

Ned was right. He needed to just rip off the bandaid.

Except ripping off the bandaid hurt.

Crushes sucked.

“Okay. Okay, okay, okay, but how do I do that?” he asked. It wouldn’t hurt to have a game plan, even if he didn’t go through with it.

Ned shrugged and leaned back on the bed again. Peter did the same, so they were laying side-by-side staring up at the bottom of the bunk bed above them. He was trying to picture some perfect scenario in his head, but every time he thought about what he would say to MJ, his mind went blank. Or it supplied him with a lame knock-knock joke or a science pun, and that wasn’t going to help him.

“Tell her you’re Spider-Man,” Ned suggested, looking over at him and nodding enthusiastically.

“I can’t tell her I’m Spider-Man, Ned.”

He huffed. “Well, you need to eventually. The groupchat will be so much more fun if she knows you’re Spider-Man, too.” Peter looked back at him. “I guess just be cool. MJ’s cool. She likes cool.”

That wasn’t really advice, but Peter didn’t know what advice he was going to get, anyway. But he thought he had a plan.

The next day at school, Peter went back and forth in his head if he should actually go through with it and talk to MJ about his feelings. In the morning, he decided that he would, but he would wait until the end of the day. By lunchtime, it was starting to feel like the end of the day was too close, and he would never be ready to tell her. By the last period, he was certain he couldn’t do it.

But they crossed paths going to their lockers as they always did at the last period of the day and she was smiling about something. It was the kind of smile that happened when someone was walking alone and thinking of an old joke, so they tried to stifle it. She looked really pretty. She always looked really pretty, but Peter thought her smiles, including her half-smiles, were the nicest smiles he’d ever seen. Even the ones that she smiled at him when she was messing with him.

So he built up his resolve and hurried to his locker, pushing a bit through the horde of people trying to get home or to their after-school activities. He shoved his books in his bag and breathed in deeply, staring into his locker for one more second before turning around with determination in his heart.

He walked to her locker, and thankfully she was still there, throwing a couple books in and then zipping up her backpack. And even more thankfully, there weren’t many people around. He had built his plan around the fact that her locker was in the cramped corner by the staircase, so no one really lingered back there like they did around the lockers closest to the exits.

Before she could turn and walk away from her locker, ruining the whole plan, he walked over and said, “Hey, MJ— oh fuck.”

He was on the ground.

He had meant to lean against the lockers nearest hers like guys did to their girlfriends in movies, knowing that she would think it was dorky. But if she liked him, she must have liked some of his dorkiness.

He hadn’t meant to fall on the ground. That was beyond the level of dorkiness he had meant to put into this.

She looked down at him as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, frowning a little bit. One of the people who was still at their locker when this happened looked down at him on the floor and put a hand over their mouth to hide the grin that was forming. Peter could hear them laughing as they walked away.

“What are you doing on the ground, Peter?” she asked.

“This is exactly where I meant to be,” he told her. He could feel how red his cheeks were from the warmth pooling around up there, and he was a bit too embarrassed to remember how to stand up. “I was planning this for hours.”

She stared at him for a long moment, like she was trying to make sense of just what the hell he was saying. If she had voiced her confusion, he would have assured her that he had no idea either. “Right… Do you need help up?”

“Uh, no. Maybe.” He stood up after remembering that normal conversations took place with both people standing up. Well, not always, he told himself. But when one was standing, normal conversations didn’t usually involve the other person on the ground. “So… what are you doing… here?”

His brain felt very distinctly like a keyboard smash. If he was supposed to be thinking logical thoughts, like Try not to ruin the situation further, then his brain would surely be surprised about that, because all that was happening up there was a very loud Fjklsdjflsjdffl.

“You’re acting weirder than usual,” MJ said after a moment. She started to walk out of the locker area, motioning him forward when he stayed in place. “What’s going on with you? You were acting weird all day, actually.”

“I… Well, I just wanted to ask if you want to hang out,” he said in a rush.

She looked over at him as they maneuvered through a group of people who had decided to stop in the middle of the hallway. “Aren’t we hanging out this weekend?”

“Yeah, but I mean— I mean that’s with Ned, and really we’re just gonna be playing video games while you read— I mean, not that that’s not great, but I mean—”

“I’m giving you one more ‘I mean’ to actually say what you mean,” she told him, the corner of her lips turning up in a small smile. He didn’t know if that meant she knew what he meant, or if she was entertained by all the times he said “I mean,” and he didn’t know if that mattered.

“I mean…” He trailed off. He didn’t actually know how to say what he meant. “Do you know what I mean?”

“That’s two,” she pointed out. She bumped into him a little bit, which brought a big smile to his face. “Do you want to go get something to eat tomorrow night?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what I mean.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re the worst. I’ll text you.”

Peter nodded as they walked out of school, about to part ways. “Okay, cool. That’s cool,” he said. The words coming out of his mouth weren’t really under his control, but she was smiling at him and he could feel how big the grin on his face was. “Okay, see you. Or— talk to you later… I mean.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Shut the fuck up. Talk to you later.”

The two of them went in their separate directions, and he smiled down at the ground as he walked away. All he could think about was her pretty smile and where they should go tomorrow night. His heart was fluttering in his chest still from that whole… thing, and he had no idea how he was going to focus on anything with the way it made him feel.

But all in all, he thought that that went pretty well.

#my writing #sjdfljd i tried #petermj #peter x mj #peter parker #michelle jones #smhc #smh #sm:hc #sm:h #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man #spiderman #mj #spideychelle #what the fuck is the ship name here i'm so confused so i just covered all the bases #mine

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