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ellies-little-thing · 1 year ago

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Life goes on (e.w.) part 2

*not my images, but i edited it

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pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; mentions of death and killing; just cute best friend stuff really; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy! More parts to come!

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15 years old - Part 2

One day you and Ellie sneaked out of Jackson to explore for a bit. As you walked through the abandoned town, Ellie pointed out a building that looked like an old convenience store, maybe it had some stuff inside. Maybe you two would find some goodies and supplies. "You think we should go in?" She asks you, looking at you with a smile. You smiled back at her with the excitement in her eyes making them sparkle. “Sure, let's go Ells.”

"Great!" You get closer to the entrance as she opens the door and walks in, taking a peek inside and immediately seeing supplies stacked on the shelves. Canned food, some books, some toys… "Oh wow!" She exclaims at the sight. “Let's go get them!” That town had been cleaned out by patrol years ago so you knew you were not in any danger.

"Oh absolutely. The supplies here are going to be great for us!" You respond to her with a smile. Ellie starts to fill her bag with a good chunk of the supplies while also searching for other useful things. "What about you? What are you looking for?"

You open your bag and start putting supplies in as well, but then you notice a ton of books. You really liked reading and since all these books weren't in the town's library, you put as many as you could fit in your backpack. Ellie finishes filling her bag with some food, water, and bandages to take with her before approaching you. "Ready to go?" She looks at you.

“Ready!” You smile at her with your bag full of new stories. Ellie smiles back and starts walking out of the building with you. "So uh, I found something really cool! Wanna guess what it is?" She looks at you and makes a little playful face while waiting for you to guess

“Don't tell me, another joke book?...” You roll your eyes, her dad jokes were starting to get to you. Ellie giggles a little. "Well it's a book, but not exactly a joke book. Wanna guess again?"

“Is it… a comic book?” You try to guess. Ellie looks at you and has a big smile on her face. "Yes, it is! We found another comic book!" She was super excited, she didn't have this one yet. “Nice! One more for your collection!” You smile at her.

"Awesome! Well, let's find some place to sit and we can read it together." Ellie begins walking and holding your hand. You hold her hand too as you two walk through the town. It was a beautiful spring day and the flowers were starting to bloom all over. You could hear the birds singing and some bees flying around. Ellie giggles and leans against you as you walk together. After a few minutes of walking Ellie smiles at you and sets her bag on the ground once you find a bench to sit at. In front of you was a beautiful view of the mountains.

"Should we go ahead and read it now?" She asks excitedly. “Why wait?” You respond very excitedly as well, wanting to know what she had found.

"I like the way you think! Let's read it now!" Ellie grabs the book from her bag and opens it up to what appears to be the first page. “Superheroes, hum?” You say as you look at the cover.

"Mhm. Well this specific comic is called Spider-Man. It's about this really cool superhero who is named Spider-Man." She chuckles a little at the name. She reads the page again while looking at you. "You think it looks cool?"

“Oh, he looks really cool! I love his suit! You respond looking at the drawings of the teenage boy in his spandex, red and blue suit. You had heard of Spider-Men from older kids but never actually found any comics about it.

"I agree! I think he looks pretty cool." Ellie turns the page to the next one and continues reading it to herself. She seems excited to read the comic, occasionally glancing at you.

“Wow! a radioactive spider?? That's so cool!” You point to the spider on the page as it was biting Peter Parker on his hand.

"Mhm, and he can do all these cool things like swing from his web, stick to walls, and I read that he can also use his spidey senses? Like he knows when he's in danger or something I think. Pretty cool, right?" Her eyes were sparkling as she explained his powers to you.

“I wish I could do that to avoid the infected.” You let out in a sigh as you supported your head on your hands with both elbows on your knees. Ellie laughs a little and looks at you. "Maybe one day you can! I'm sure a radioactive spider wouldn't be too hard to find, right?" She giggles a little again and puts the comic book down on her lap for a moment. She seems to be thinking of something while staring at the book.

“I would web them all and end the apocalypse!” You say as you imitate the hand movements spider man does to shoot his webs out of his wrists.

Ellie laughs at your answer and starts to look through the book again. "That would sure be the perfect timeline, huh? Just a whole bunch of infected stuck in sticky white webs all around and then we can just... take them all out." She smiles and chuckles a little before continuing to look through the next page. You read alongside her. Ellie eventually starts reading the next page and then looks up at you.

"Oh wait, want me to read it out loud instead so you can hear it too?" She says smiling. “Sure, okay.” You smile back at her.

"Okay, then I'll read!" Ellie smiles and starts to read aloud. "So Spider-Man was swinging through the city when he came across a bank. He sees these guys run out with a bunch of bags full of money." She pauses for a moment and sighs.

"Wait, I can do some voices if you want... like I can read in different voices?" She says with a smirk, excited. “Let's hear them!” You encourage her.

"Alright. Well, let's see here... I can do Spider-Man's voice!" Ellie tries to sound like a gruff, deep voiced man. "And I can do some of the bad guy's voices!" Ellie then does a squeaky, high-pitched voice. "And I can also do a silly voice to mimic what I remember the police officer sounding like when he shows up later in the story." Ellie switches to a goofy and childish voice. You two laugh together as you read the comic book.

Ellie starts to read the next page while trying to mimic the character's voices. "So the bad guys try to get away and Spider-Man shoots webs at them to capture them. The police show up and the officer is talking to Spider-Man." Ellie does her silly voice again to mimic how the police officer sounds.

"Hey you! You with the spandex suit and the spider powers! We want to talk to you! Please don't run away from us!" Ellie giggles a little at her own voice, you giggle at her as well.

As you finish reading the comic book, you notice that it was getting late. “Maybe we should go back to Jackson, Maria is gonna kill us if we dont come back soon.” You say, a bit worried.

Ellie laughs a little and nods. "You're right... Maria will be absolutely furious if we don't get back! We'll have to run home if we want to get there in time to avoid her wrath." Ellie giggles as she looks at you. You pick up your things and get up from the bench. “Race you there?” You giggle as you start running.

"Oh you're on!" Ellie starts running as well, trying to catch up with you. As you two race, Ellie laughs a little and chases after you. You run as fast as you can, trying to win. Ellie caught up to you very quickly and laughed at how slow you were. "Did you think I was going to miss out on winning the race?" Ellie says this in a joking tone, while smiling at you

“Oh shut up! I was winning almost all the way!” You nudge her, catching your breath. Ellie laughs and nudges you slightly.

"Almost, but not all the way! You gotta be faster to beat me, silly! Next time I won't go so easy on you!" Ellie chuckles a little at her own confidence and continues walking back to Jackson with you.

As you arrive you walk into town together. As you both get back and walk through the gate, everyone outside seems to stop what they're doing and look over at you two. Ellie looks around and sighs when she realizes why. Maria was waiting for you at the end of the street with her arms crossed looking at you two.

"Maria is gonna be so mad..." Ellie seems a little worried about what Maria might say.

“Well, as long as we live I think we're going to be fine.” You smile, joking a bit to lighten the mood. Ellie sighs and nudges you slightly.

"Well, if we live that means Maria won't do more than yell at us for leaving without permission." Ellie smiles slightly and follows you into Jackson.

“I need to go home, my mother is gonna be so mad at me.” You say realizing how long you two were out.

"Hey wait, I'm getting in trouble too. We'll go together. We'll both be yelled at together." Ellie chuckles a little and follows you as you start heading back to where your houses are.

“Thanks.” You smile at her.

"Well, what kind of friend would I be if I left you alone right now?" Ellie smiles back and follows you into your guy's neighborhood. "Just wait and see, Maria is going to really want to hear the reason why we left without asking."

Ellie stops walking once she sees Maria looking at her and smiles awkwardly. "Uh... hi Maria…'' She then looks down and chuckles nervously. "We were kind of... outside for a while..." You look at the ground too, a bit afraid.

Ellie tries to think of an excuse as to why you both left but can't come up with anything that would justify your actions. "Um... we... had to... uh... go somewhere…" Ellie starts to stammer more as she speaks and looks at Maria.

“Hum.... we got some supplies?...” You say, a bit unsure that she will believe you. Ellie looks at you, hoping you can save her with what you said. "Y-yeah... we did! We got... uh... supplies? Yeah! We got some supplies!" You show Maria what you have in your bag.

Maria looks at you and nods when she sees the supplies you show her. "Well... I suppose you got some good stuff from being outside." She looks at Ellie and sighs. "You two still should have said something before leaving, though. No good reason to wander off without telling anyone and then coming back almost before curfew."

“Sorry... we’ll tell you next time…” You say in unisound. Maria sighs again and nods. "Alright, you two better go now. Don't be wandering off to anyplace else without telling anyone or you're both gonna get in a lot of trouble, okay? Now go on and head back home." She sighs and motions her arm in the general direction of your houses. When Ellie and Joel arrived they got assigned an empty house that no one was using, near yours. You both start walking and Ellie looks at you and smiles a little. "Well, that wasn't so bad, right?"

“I guess, we still have our heads, that's a plus.” You smile at her as you continue walking.

"Exactly! We're not dead, so I'd count that as a success." Ellie laughs and nudges you slightly as you two walk back home.

After walking for about 15 minutes you arrive at your house and can see your angry mother through the window. “Well, this is me, my mom is going to be so mad, see you tomorrow yeah?” You say to Ellie as you arrive at your place. Ellie looks over at you and nods. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. You stay out of trouble, hear?" Ellie smiles and gives you a quick hug.

“You are the trouble maker, not me!” You hug her back.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I completely forgot that I'm the only one to blame." Ellie chuckles a little. "Well anyways, I have to go home too so uh... see you tomorrow?"

“See you tomorrow, good night Ells.” You go inside your house. Ellie waves and smiles at you. "Bye, see you tomorrow!" Ellie walks back over to her house too, where she is met with an upset Joel.

As you enter you say, “Hey mom... sorry for going out without warning you, but i got us some food at least…” You say in a low tone not to anger your mother.

"Y/N? Where have you been?" Your mother has a serious look on her face and looks like she's in a bad mood.

“Sorry, I was out with Ellie and lost track of time…” You start explaining.

"Ellie? Who's Ellie?" Your mother looks confused about who the other girl is and continues to stare at you. "Is she from school?"

You looked down and stayed quiet, not wanting to answer any of your mother's questions. “She's my best friend mom… You know her.. she arrived last year…”

"I see. Well, I'm just glad that you're home safe. Still you shouldn't have left without asking, I was starting to get worried." Your mother still looks like she's a little upset with you.

“I won't do it again, promise.” You say embarrassed.

"You better not do it again. Now tell me what exactly you were doing." Your mother still looks serious but isn't as mad anymore.

“We were just exploring and we found some cool stuff, food, more books and comics as well.” You start telling her what you were up to.

"Comics? Comic books? Are you still wasting your time with those?" Your mother looks annoyed as she says this. "I don't like it when you read those, I've told you that so many times already."

“Sorry…” You look down.

"No no, I don't want apologies. I want you to stop wasting your time with comic books. Those things are nothing more than a waste of time." Your mother shakes her head and looks disappointed. "Now that you're home, go get changed into something more appropriate. It's dinner time."

“Okay…” You walk to your room and change out of your dirty clothes into something clean. "Good." Your mother keeps watching you, seeming to make sure that you went to change. "Once you're ready, come to the table. We have chicken and vegetables for tonight."

You put your new books on the shelf next to the rest of your collection and come back for dinner. You walk over to the dinner table where your mother and father are sitting. Your mother points to your seat and you sit down. "Sit down and eat your dinner. We're running late tonight." Your mother motions to the food that is on the table with her hand. You sit down and start eating. Your father doesn't say a word but you know he's really mad at you.

You quietly eat your dinner as your mother watches. "You have to learn to make better decisions. If you had just told us where you were, then none of this worrying would have happened…" Your mother looks at you and shakes her head.

“I'm sorry.” You say feeling bad about making your mother so worried. Your mother sighs and looks back at you. "It's alright. I'm just glad you're safe. Please don't go wandering off again without telling us, please?"

“Okay, I promise.” You say looking down at your food.

"Good. Now finish your dinner. I don't want you to leave the table until your plate is clean, alright?" Your mother looks serious again as she speaks to you. You finish dinner and go to your room. Your mother watches you as you walk away and tell her and your father goodnight.

"That book collection is starting to take up too much space in your room." She says this in a warning tone as she watches you leave and walk to your room.

You decide to relax and lay back on your bed, pulling out one of the comic books that Ellie lent you and start reading it. You don't know what is up with you lately, but tonight you can't stop thinking about Ellie's smile as she read that stupid comic book and the funny voices she gave to the characters. She looked very beautiful today, in your defense.

The next day Ellie wakes up and looks over at the clock on her nightstand. "Hmm... 8:30 already. I guess I'll go get ready for the day so that I'm not late." Ellie smiles as she thinks this to herself and then gets up and walks to the bathroom to start getting ready for school.

You do the same, You wake up and take a shower. You get ready, eat some breakfast and leave home to go to school.

Ellie finishes taking her shower and then gets dressed too. She grabs her backpack and her school supplies before going downstairs to the kitchen where some breakfast is waiting for her. Ellie eats her breakfast and then grabs her backpack before heading towards the door. "Bye Joel, I'll be home after school."

Joel looks up from the book that he was reading and responds to her. "Alright, make sure you come back straight after school. I don't want you staying out late tonight again."

Ellie looks and gives Joel a quick smile before leaving the house. "I'll be back later, I promise."

You spot Ellie as you walk to school. Ellie walks down the street and spots you too. She quickly ran over. "Hey! Wait for me!" Ellie smiles and walks next to you as you both head to school.

“Hey!” You smile back at her.

"Hey! How are you doing? Have you read any more comic books lately?" Ellie asks this as she laughs a little bit and starts walking with you.

“I finished the one you lent me.” You respond happily.

"Oh, you did? That's awesome! What did you think of it?" Ellie seems excited and smiles brightly as she walks with you.

“It was pretty cool, thanks Ells.” You take it out of your bag and give it back to her. Then you continue walking looking at the ground.

"No problem. I'm just happy that you enjoyed it." Ellie smiles and nudges you slightly as you both walk towards school. She had started to think about you as more than a friend for some time now. She always knew she liked girls, but you were her best friend, and she was having a hard time accepting her feelings for you. She was afraid you'd reject her and lose you forever.

School was pretty normal that day, nothing interesting happened. You learned about electricity and how the dam gave the town the energy it needed to survive. You tried to stay concentrated but Ellie was always throwing you papers with stupid stick figures drawn on them of you two and your adventures together. You secretly loved and kept every one of them.

After school you two go to the park and sit on the swing, where you first met, for a bit together. Ellie smiles as she sits on the swing next to you. "I haven't been on the swings in a while. It's nice to take a break and relax." Ellie closes her eyes and sighs happily as she starts to swing back and forth.

“Yeah, me neither, I missed them.” You say, remembering all the good times you and her have had here. Ellie smiles and leans back on the swing slightly as she looks over at you.

"I remember when we met and I'd come to play with you everyday." Ellie then laughs a little. "Remember when I couldn't go on the taller swings?"

You laugh a bit. “That was pretty funny to see you do.”

"Yeah! You used to always be so worried about me whenever I tried to go up on the taller swings." Ellie chuckles a little again. "Then you'd try to get me to come down but I'd just go anyway, 'Come on! It's not that high! Stop worrying about me! I can do it!'" Ellie laughs and starts to swing back and forth a little faster.

You start swinging as well. Back then, Ellie and you weren't very tall but she grew up a lot over the span of a year, as for you not so much. But you don't mind being only 5 feet tall, Ellie had told you you looked cute the height you were, so you felt a bit better about it. Ellie swings back and forth for a little bit and closes her eyes again. As she's swinging, she thinks of all the memories she has with you and smiles. She never wants to forget them.

You liked hanging out at Ellie's place and listening to music on her vinyl player of some old bands that you and she had found. Sometimes you even jumped on her bed together not being able to stop giggling to each other. You'd end up laying down together as the music still played in the background catching your breaths.

She liked drawing you while you read her comic books. One day she found an old polaroid camera and some film. She took a photo of you and kept it on the wall above her bed. You thought that it was sweet. You were really starting to ‘like like’ her but what if she didn't like you back? Your friendship would turn so awkward and you didn't want anything to ruin it.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader

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toaster-77-mtg · 6 months ago

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More MH3 Cards! All the lil guy makers!

And by this I mean anything that'ss making me my fav lil colorless 0/1 & 1/1 eldrazi creature tokens with, "tap, sac this creature and add a colorless."

And remember, I'm not a professional in game design, so anything I say about game balance should be taken with a large hunk of salt. I'm not a playtester or designer, afterall.

The Token Art: We don't have any MH3 token art yet!

Cards: OMFG there's FIVE YUSS!

Writhing Chrysalis: LOVE this card. Gimme benefits to sac my lil guys! That and the card does not feel unfair. It's a four cost 2/3, but it's gonna be in a deck with decent potential to ramp early game, so that feels right. Add on top of it the "create tokens on ETB" effect combined with the "whenever you sac put a +1/+1 counter on it", this card has great value (in my opinion. Remember I'm an EDH player, not a modern player). Maybe it should've been uncommon, but I'm not gonna argue with its current rarity, it just means I get more of them! :)

Spawn-Gang Commander: Another great card! Would also combo super well with writhing chrysalis, bcus if you don't need to ramp, you can use the bottom ability to burn. Plus, this thing creates six potential burn on ETB? great card.

Kozilek's Unsealing: I have mixed feelings. I wish that the very bottom text wasn't on there, bcus in my opinion playing a seven cost creature doesn't need more benefits. Mf'er, look at most seven cost things, you don't need more tacked onto that. You don't need to draw three! And also, if the bottom text wasn't there, I think there's a stronger argument for it to be in green rather than blue (but even with the bottom abil there, I still think it should be simic. Its creature benefits). All that being said, I do kinda like the spawner effect. I think create two might be a bit too much, especially considering it triggers on a four cost, which a good deck can get out t2? But who am I to complain. I wanted a consistent generator of Eldrazi tokens, and here it is. I'm still gonna play it, even if I have to splash blue or even go full temur.

Basking Broodscale: Solid common card. I haven't seen too much +1/+1 focus in the set yet, so I don't think its mechanic is gonna be abused using MH3 cards. That being said, it will definitely be abused in EDH or other formats where you have access to more counters stuff. So maybe it should've been a 1/1?

Drowner of Hope: Another fair card! 6 mana 5/5 that makes me two scions, I'm not complaining! That and it's bottom ability only cares about Scions, not spawn or any other eldrazi. And it doesn't even put any stun counters on the creature it taps. So, maybe this shoulda been an uncommon? But who am I to say. Bulk rares do exist.

Overall: Good token cards! Again, I wish they woulda kept the effects in gruul rather than temur, but im still fine with it. If they wanna go for card draw benefits for your spawn, blue makes sense.

I'm much more excited for this set than I thought I would be (although the amount of alt arts and full arts and serialized cards is still ridiculous)!

#mtg #magic the gathering #mh3 #modern horizons 3 #my lil guys

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infini-tree · 2 years ago

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tag game time! :] as tagged by @clownnoise

rules: if you get tagged in this, answer the questions that are written and make sure to swap out one (1) question at the end of it for the next person to answer. exciting!

#1 Are you named after anyone? a part of it follows a Thing filipinos do where they just mash together two names to make an entirely new name, so. yes, to say the least

#2 Do you ever go window shopping on sites like Etsy, and if so, what kinds of things do you look at? not etsy but sometimes i look at the squishables site and look at all the stuffed animals i want. hot take but squishables > squishmallows by a wide margin. how can you get any more perfect than my good friend who sits politely near my computer, star rat? :)

#3 Do you have kids? nah

#4 Do you use sarcasm? kind of but i try not to in the internet space, on account of tone being lost. in real life, my parents call me out for being a smart-ass on occasion (they don’t say that specifically but its basically that connotation-wise), but honestly it’s 90% my tone and being blunt than the actual content so, Big Shrug Noise

#5 What’s the first thing you notice about people? uhhhhhh clothes i think? maybe hair

#6 What’s your eye color? dark brown

#7 Scary movies or happy endings? i love the concept of certain kinds of horror on paper because i sure do love Themes, but i cannot watch it on account of being scared easily. so Happy Endings

#8 Any special talents? UHHHHHHH

#9 "What trait in others draws you to them?" honestly, its the Initial Vibes. i know that’s super vague, but really the thing that makes me stay is how well we hit it off in a conversation

#10 What are your hobbies? drawing, writing, (trying to) knit, playing virtual pet sites and video games, setting up excel spreadsheets to organize things (whether it be for assorted fanworks i’m actually working on, theorycrafting an entire fakedex, or games i’ll never make)

#11 Do you have any pets? ...do my neopets and pets on subeta count,

#12 What sports do you play/have played? outside the ones mandated by gym class, none because i was (and still kind of am) a shut-in nerd

#13 How tall are you? not terribly tall. i haven’t really checked but maybe 5′3″???

#14 Favorite subject in school? you’d think it was art, but it was actually english (and creative writing)

#15 Dream job? you know if you asked me this years ago i would have said animator, but as a result of nearly burning out by trying to get into an animation course and the general state of the industry, i honestly don’t know at this point. but that’s a bleak note to end on, so i’ll say Something To Do With Comics and leave it at there. maybe also just being part of a concept art team, really

tagging: @g1itchb0y-advanced @hey-hey-j @muffintonic @escarlatafox, if you want to. and anyone who wants to do this

and im changing #3 to What’s you choice of listening material when doing stuff?

#mells thinking out loud on her blog again #i don't typically do tag games but i like the set of questions here (and wanted to show off star rat)#(yes i know that's jsut the website's image but still)

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artistsfuneral · 2 years ago

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I posted 987 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

466 posts created (47%)

521 posts reblogged (53%)

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I tagged 858 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 264 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#im about to finish my uni stuff and then i will start working on a super long (haha) new fic that i'm very excited about and that hopefully

My Top Posts in 2022:

It's Ciri's sixteenth birthday when she asks her Dad for a polaroid camera. Geralt raises an eyebrow at her, the sentence "I'm not a stupid hipster, Daaaad!" engraved in his mind. But it's her birthday, so he can't really say no, can he?

"If you really want one," he says, "then go up to the attic and look through your Mom's highschool boxes. You can have hers."

Ciri's eyes widen in wonder. She doesn't remember much about her parents, most of it comes from stories other people told her. Often being told how much she resembles her mother, Ciri has started to mimic Pavetta - hoping to connect with her in some way.

So,

Ciri spends her morning in the attic. Sitting on the floor and carefully going through some of the boxes that are labeled "Pavetta - senior year". There's a lot of memories hidden in cardboard treasure chests and she takes her time to enjoy a bit of her Mom's life.

She finds the camera. It's a charming old thing, safely put away in a brightly colored shoulder bag that is adorned with stickers and pins and doodles. It's well loved.

She plays around with it for a bit and to her joy it still works. Then she notices the side pocket on the bag where a little stack of photos must've gone unnoticed. Ciri carefully pulls the pictures out and her heart flutters with excitement as she sees her Mom wildly grinning at her, Ciri's father Duny, standing in the background, talking to somebody.

Flipping through the photos she gets a great inside of what her Mom's highschool time must've been like. The best thing about the find, though, are the pictures Pavetta took of Geralt. She knows Pavetta, Geralt and two other friends were a band in highschool, but getting to see it is a whole new experience. To her surprise, her Dad looks kind of cool behind a set of drums.

And then she sees it. Her eyes grow huge and in disbelief she pulls the photo closer to her head. It's a band picture. Her Mom, her father, her Dad, another girl and an awfully familiar face grin back at her.

Ciri does what every teenager would have done. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture of the polaroid, posts it online with the caption

"so apparently my Mom was in a band with leadsinger (at)JaskiertheBard"

Her post goes viral over night. A few days later her favorite singer and songwriter has sent her a chat request.

Ciri accepts.

part 1?

(read full fic here)

1,212 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

What if "I'm from Lettenhove" is a sort of codeword in the royal class for children that have fallen out of grace with their court/family? And the higher your rank in Lettenhove, the worse the thing you have done is?

1,352 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

Jaskier walking through a market place past a pen where a bunch of horses for sale are kept. A horse neighs. Jaskier stops, turns around with a grimace on his face and looks at a chestnut mare. "Roach?" Roach nods. "He's lying in a ditch somewhere, right?" Another nod. Melitele above that horse has always been too smart for his own comfort. "I will have to steal you back now, I guess?" Roach neigs rather dramatically and Jaskier sighs. So much for a calm evening. A few paces behind the guy who sells the (stolen) horses backs away, suddenly having decided that that particular mare is not worth the trouble.

2,058 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

So Jaskier, completely shitfaced, is sitting somewhere on the dirty floor near a tavern in Oxenfurt, when he meets Vesemir for the first time.

He instantly recognizes the old witcher and loudly calls him over, something along the lines of "Hey! Hey you- you, wolf! Papa wolf! Yeah, come on, I need to have a word with you about your son. The- the stupid one-"

Vesemir is obviously not amused, but he comes over nonetheless because for some reason that drunk kid knows him.

Then, Jaskier proceeds to ramble on about Geralt and it gets very close to trash talk, but Vesemir keeps his cool and reads in between the lines. What he finds out is this: Geralt - who up to this point had been his favorite - had somehow managed to break this poor kid's heart, not once, not twice but "at least five times". Said kid had apparently "spent more than half of his life" following his son like a lost puppy. He mumbles something about elves and djinns and then tells this elaborate tale of a golden dragon. "And then he left me on a fucking mountain!" Vesemir for his part would have not believed any of this, if the name Yennefer hadn't fallen. Many of the unreasonable things Geralt does are related to Yennefer.

The old witcher then takes a closer look at the sod on the floor and oh yes, didn't Geralt say something about a bard?

Then suddenly the kid stops mid sentence as if remembering something important. He waves at one of the other young men and loudly asks "Oi Mikael, is there- is there class tomorrow!?" Vesemir doesn't show it but he's kind of shocked. The drunk kid is clearly a student at the Academy, way too young to be traveling with a witcher. What ln earth is Geralt thinking?!

When the other man, for some reason looking as shocked as Vesemir feels, answers the kid's question with "yes", the bardling seems to sober up by a lot. He staggers up, wishes Vesemir a good night and starts to stumble towards Oxenfurt Academy, quickly followed by the other student.

The last thing Vesemir hears before they walk out of side is how the student asks the bard "Does that mean we won't have to write that test tomorrow, professor?"

Professor. Vesemir needs a break.

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"Kaer Morhen Stables, this is Geralt Rivia on the phone, how can I help?"

"Hi, yes um- This is Jaskier, from the uh- cottage down the road?"

"The one with the flowers? Is there a problem?"

"Yes um- You see, this may sound a bit crazy but uh- there's a horse in my garden. My fenced off garden. And while that's not exactly a problem, the last time I checked I didn't own a horse so-"

"Fuck!"

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mariska · 2 years ago

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got my income for the month the other day and after 6+ months of not being able to make digital art the way i'm used to with my specific accessibility needs because of physical health symptoms with my hands, i was finally able to buy myself a new Paint Tool Sai license today, since a little while back i successfully installed an optional Windows 10 operating system on my Macbook (Sai doesn't run on Mac, at least not Version 1 which is what i need and have been using for over a decade) that i can switch back and forth between whenever and i am so so so so happy and relieved about it and so fucking excited to get to draw digital lines the way im used to drawing them after trying so many other similar programs and failing to find anything that worked exactly the same as Sai's basic built-in pen stabilizer 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i was able to quickly test out my (also ancient lol) art tablet with it and make sure everything works and it doesnt lag or anything like that and its perfect its exactly like i've always used it, i remembered which pen stabilization number setting i've been using for years and like.

dude. i know i sound dramatic right now LMAO but i CANNOT sketch or draw properly on traditional paper or sketchpads anywhere near what i can do in Sai because of all my tremors and shakiness and sudden muscle movements that make accidental lines and all that. and when i drew just one regular brush stroke in Sai and felt it move like im used to and got that super smooth sensation of 'pretty much just drawing like im holding a pencil/pen but with the shakiness of my lines improved'....almost cried a lil not gonna lie fjsgdgsgdhsgshf its been so many months and i've put so much mental energy into researching how to do that whole windows installation on my 2012 era macbook and somehow did that without completely messing it up and then having to wait until a month where i have enough extra money to buy the official version (Sai is so important 2 me and the most accessible digital art program i've ever used for my specific hand problems and i've used it for so long that i am only comfortable using the officially licensed version of it, yknow?) and also theres just something so nice about finally being able to use it again a few days before my birthday even though that timing wasn't on purpose...

AHHHHH im just so relieved. i feel like im free to just be able to make sketch pages and draw stuff whenever i have free time to and i have an idea in my head again and i havent felt that in so long and it was making my depression so much worse....and also because i've been doing my best to adapt to the similar but different settings in Clip Studio Paint, i have 2 really nice digital art programs with a lot of cool and useful features between the both of them now that i can use to like, mix and match with my art!! which is awesome!! i think Clip will mostly be used by me now for more graphic design type projects since Sai's always been my core art program, but i'd love to experiment with drawing/sketching/painting pieces in Sai and then plopping them into Clip and adding some extra fun effects or background elements or even just easier to repeat patterns with its' huge free-to-use resource library for like stamps and texture effects and more photoshop-y things like that.

ANYWAYS!! im just rambling to myself because im so happy and relieved to have My Art Program back so i thought i would share since its rare for me to feel as happy and excited and get some sense of normalcy back in any capacity these days, being immunocompromised and stuck in my house as long as i have been the past 3 years and counting. it has been a good amount of time since i've felt like i have A Victory To Celebrate and i hope that feeling lingers as long as it can 🥹✌️

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OMG EARLY IM SO EXCITED. I HAVE TO CAST IN MY BETS ON WHO I THINK THE MYSTERY MAN IS BECAUSE IVE BEEN THEORIZING BUT IM LIKE SUPER BAD AT IT 😭😭😭 BUT LIKE I REALLY THINK THAT IT COULD BE KAMINARI 😭😭😭😭😭 I mean ok reasons being 1 - isn’t present mic, 2 - is kinda unlikable in prev routes (perv 💔), and as for new hints there are a couple of manga/anime shots focusing on him hands because quirk so maybe ?? nice fingers ??? Although I do doubt myself because even though I do love him I just don’t think he’s 60k words material, he is not that complex as a dude 💔💔 but if it is him (which it isn’t ) I’m totally ready to be absolutely SEATED to see wtf his deal is (in my head I was trying to brainstorm what a denki route would be and what I came up with is that its basically like a reverse bkg route where mc knows that he is their soulmate but absolutely cannot fucking STAND him, so they intentionally lead him down every wrong path so that he doesn’t find out 😭😭😭)

I’m trying to come up with other characters it could be and like I have 2 more srs options and like a couple crack ones. 1 is all might, I’m not sure if he’s even appeared but all might to me has a lot of presence in the anime that I just assume he’s a background character in fic even if he isn’t. Main reason why I think it could be him is because being that guys soulmate would definitely come with 60k words full of complications. Like he is an old ass man and the very public symbol of peace how do even find out that he’s ur soulmate…. But the more I think about it the more I think it’s probs not him because like why would we not like him that much??? I mean he’s old?? But that’s the only thing + I’m not even sure he even appears 😔😔😔.

Next guess is maybe midoriya, I love that man so much but I’m pretty sure he is WIFED 💔(I remember his appearance in the shinsou route (( to be fair seeing him be with another woman would make me kinda not like the scenes he’s in leading up to his route….thinking thoughts))) and his hands are also given incredible focus in the manga so points to sucklable fingers. Also his route would definitely have 60k words of complications because number 1 - the girlfriend and number 2 very public hero (number ONE) very busy he probably has no time to spend with his actual partner, let alone two + he’d never cheat to begin with. I’m probably reading too much into it because he’s most certainly paired up with someone else but I do love him ( trying to brainstorm a route idea for him like I did for denki and his would just be like thinking he’s ur soulmate but his ass is so busy that you can never spend enough time with him to know so mc resort sto getting into very weird very extravagant accidents so that they can spend more time together)

my more unserious guesses are like iida (has appeared but hasn’t done anything too unlikable to my knowledge) or sero (same as iida) or just by some miracle it’s shinsou again lolol. BUT THOSE ARE MY STAKES, ILL BE IMPRESSED IF EVEN ONE OF THEM IS REMOTELY CLOSE. I’m hyped for the sleepover event, fic comes out for me at like 7am so I’m setting my alarms!!!!! I can’t wait to see all the clothing choices and I’ll have like a million new scenes to draw!!!!!

have decided i'll post any speculation sent in......shan't respond. 👀

lololol are we on opposite sides of the world??? love that. love that this manga that is good but also bad has brought us together :) get some sleep!!! you'll have something to look forward to when you wake up!!!

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gojology · 4 years ago

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Lovebirds.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | omg this is my first request. ilysm anon, im now feelin super cool. also, i just realized i put recc (as in recommended) instead of requests. i’m super stupid LOL. anyways, im touch starved too dw bby, i’m servin u up a long one since i rlly like this request and after all u r my first! 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo x Wife! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2307 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Coming home from a long mission in America, precisely 1 year, you’re excited to catch up on Gojo’s students, Nanami, and just Gojo in general. Leaning out of the car window, resting your arm against your purse, you sighed. A humid wind brushed against your skin, tickling you. It had been quite a while since you had been in Japan, spending almost a year on a huge mission in America. You had killed a battalion worthy amount of special grades. You spent most of your time in America in mostly horribly rundown places, equally as infested with curses. Although you found yourself enjoying America’s natural beauty, further away from the city life that many of the Americans found themselves enjoying, you much preferred Japan. after all, it was your home, and where you met Gojo Satoru. It would be another day until you could return, and you had gone through hundreds of scenarios of finally being in his arms again, but nonetheless, you were ecstatic at the thought of your husband’s touch. Your phone’s notification chimed loudly, you threw your phone onto the other seat, heart jumping up to a high rate. It was a recording of Satoru loudly yelling, “OPEN YOUR FUCKING PHONE!” with a flurry of giggles afterwards. Ijichi jumped, turning left and right. Whispering under his breath, he let out an exasperated sigh, switching the music channel. The recording was mostly because of the time you had to ghost him due to work. Gojo had snuck on and recorded it, doing some magical tech stuff and giving you the custom notification sound. You had kept it that way ever since, since secretly, you enjoyed that you were so badly wanted by Gojo, that, and you had no idea how to change it back. But the custom notification was sweet as well. You smiled to yourself every time you heard it, a familiar twinge of pain flashing inside of you whenever you realized you wouldn’t be able to see him for a while. Well, today, and the days after that would be different. You’d be able to finally see Gojo again, and his new students that he always frantically texted you about. Nanami, an old friend of Gojo, and also an old friend of yours, would also be there to welcome you back, you found yourself reminiscing about them. You had heard so much about them, one of the kids being Sukuna’s vessel, you wondered how Gojo could contain such a fear, being around the kid at all times, he always told you about how the kid was actually energetic and happy and an overall great kid, you had heard about Nanami, finally coming back into the jujutsu sorcerer field of work, even though you always found that he still had a thing for finances. You shook your head, “Save that shit for later, (Y/N).” muttering to yourself, you didn’t want to think of anything but Gojo, after all, it had been one fucking year of being deprived of the man you loved most. You were practically starving for the guy, in more ways than one. Ijichi gulped, facing towards you, one hand on his steering wheel, “Forgive me Mrs. Satoru, but um.. Forgive me if I misheard, but I think I heard your phones notification go off.. Due to the ah- incredibly loud profanity.” Now just realizing that you had completely forgotten about the phone notification, you nodded your thanks to Ijichi, a warmth rushing to your cheeks before opening up your phone. In the small, rounded box containing Gojo’s message, he wrote in all caps, “SUGAR, MY BELOVED, MY QUEEN, HOW CLOSE ARE YOU? I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT I’M LITERALLY BOUNCING UP AND DOWN IN OUR BED.” Smiling to yourself, you furiously texted back, “Calm down honeybun, I’ll be there in like, 24 hours, I’m not even fucking close.” You almost instantly got a DM back, making you jump a bit in your seat. Even with the 5 years of friendship, and the 3 years of relationship, and the 2 years of marriage, he still almost always texted you back as quickly as possible. “God I can’t fucking wait for you to meet the kids! We’ll keep it a surprise, yeah? We have a bunch of treats, and we also got the kids to get some gifts for you! How thoughtful aren’t they? They’re MY offspring by the way, so like, you know, whenever you want a kid, it’s your call ;)” You snorted to yourself, smiling. He genuinely seemed so excited, and it was all shining through even though it was from a screen. “Maybe in a few years, I don’t even wanna imagine a little you.” Despite the excited, bubbling feeling brewing bigger and bigger in your stomach, you figured it’d be best to sleep before the chaos. Happily sighing, you laid down, using your purse as a pillow, drifting into a blissful sleep. ‧₊˚✩彡. You awoke to a sudden halt, Looking around your surroundings, you figured you were home. Ijichi looked like he was damn near about to fall asleep on the steering wheel. Well, maybe that’s what 24 hours of constant driving did to you. You fished around in your purse, silently cursing looking for a water bottle. “Here, Ijichi, looks like you ran a marathon.” you grinned, handing the slightly crumped water bottle to him. He beamed as if a guardian angel had descended down and gave him a trillion dollars. “Mrs. Satoru! You really mean it? The ride was nothing, I was merely instructed to do so and I would’ve done it happily regardless.” You waved your hand, as a dismissal of the conversation. “You overwork yourself Ijichi, go catch a break, on me. If Gojo tears you apart, tell him he won’t be getting any pussy from me for another year.” Ichiji nodded vigorously, before dashing off, probably towards a massage center, God that guy needed it. ‧₊˚✩彡. Gojo frantically hopped up and down, it had been a day, now he was just waiting for you to bust through the door in your wild hair, his legs sprawled onto the whole of a couch, he stared at the ceiling, a dopey smile spread across his face. “Satoru. (Y/N) will not even want to be associated with you, looking at your current state.” he remarked, staring at the sorcerer with his strikingly dead eyes. “Nanami, how the fuck am I supposed to act calm?! I’ve waited for this moment for ONE YEAR! Does my hair look normal?!” “Your hair looks just like an albino porcupine, just as usual.” Flipping the page of his newspaper, he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I will never understand how someone like (Y/N) would be.. Interested in you, Satoru.” Gojo paid no attention to the insult Nanami had so clearly made, his ears were perked up, eavesdropping on a distant conversation coming closer and closer. “Gojo-Senpai was telling me about this movie while training my cursed energy! He basically spoiled the whole thing but he told me that the main character was super annoying but apparently she dies in the end in the most gruesome way possible! It’s worth the watch, your soul will feel cleansed as soon as you see her lifeless body!” “Yuuji, you literally spoiled the whole thing to me just now.” Fushiguro calmly stated, looking bored out of his mind. “Oh, oops.” Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck. He smiled coyly, tightly hugging his present. “What’s with the decorations, Gojo-Sensei?” inquired Nobara, stroking her warm toned brown hair. She had figured it was something about the presents that Gojo had forced the trio to get, but he never told them who it was for. The room had been decorated with various balloons and confetti, scattered about, on the table and the ground. A cake box wrapped with a gigantic bow limply guarded whoever was brave enough to get their hands on something that Gojo seemed to be protecting with his life. A pink table cover with a crudely drawn Gojo and what would seem to be a girl, a heart in the middle of the pair. In a horrible font with an even awfuller text, the text on top and at the bottom of the drawing proudly stated: “WELCOME BACK QT” “-YOU’RE HUSBAND AND THE CREW” Nobara stood in distaste, trying to disguise the face she made. The drawing, the misused you’re, and the overall poor design choice was enough to almost make her vomit. Nobara, about to make her distasteful statements about the whole mess, was suddenly shut up as Gojo started hopping up and down, looking directly at his phone. “SHE’S COMING! SHE’S COMING! EVERYONE IN YOUR PLACES!” Now, seeing Gojo freak out wasn’t outside of the ordinary, but it was to see him freak out to this extent. He was hopping up and down, blabbering about a certain woman named (Y/N). Nobara was pretty sure that if a curse attacked right now, even a special grade comparable to the one with the uncomplete domain could completely crush Gojo, the guy seemed completely unaware of the example he was setting to the kids. Even Yuuji stood in disbelief, and he had seen multiple tantrums by Gojo. Nanami, however, licked his finger and flipped the newspaper page. A face of boredom obviously displayed. Nobara, preparing herself to chew Gojo out about how utterly stupid and embarrassing he made the whole class of jujutsu sorcerers look like, stopped wide eyed as she looked at the doors slide wide open. ‧₊˚✩彡. You stood, shyly, looking at the ground. Gojo dove headfirst into your arms, laughing like a maniac and digging his face into your shoulder. You breathed in his scent, scanning the room. Three teens, sat wide-eyed, backs straight as they looked at you with eyes you couldn’t quite read. All three of them held presents. The one with eyelids underneath his eyes (which you assumed was Yuuji, the vessel of Sukuna) eyed you curiously, his eye twitched. The other boy, one with wild black-blue hair, sat mouth agape, before closing it. He looked like he was about to say something, before stopping entirely and hugging his present closer to his chest. The warm haired girl darted her eyes between you two, seemingly trying to put the puzzle together. Nanami put the newspaper down, glancing over to you two. “This is obviously Gojo-Senpai’s wife. He hasn’t seen her in many months, and as you can see, really really misses her.” he paused, a small smile spreading on his face, a rare sight. “I don’t even know why myself, but what can you do with lovebirds?” he thought aloud, his attention now focused to the two of you furiously making out, hands in places Yuuji and the crew didn’t need to see. “Satoru, (Y/N), leave the kissing for later. Don’t you see the kids?” You detached yourself from his mouth, panting for breath. The air being exhaled out of his nose fanned over your face, you had just now realized the kids again. “Satoru, lets sit down. I bet the kids are surprised. “ you motioned to the couch. Gojo whined. “What? They’re not that dumb, they can tell you’re my wife or at least, you’re my girlfriend, just by the way we kiss right? Isn’t this telling enough?” “You didn’t tell them about me, ever did you?” He sighed in defeat, holding tightly onto your arm as you dragged him over and sat down on the comfortable couch, opposite of Yuuji and the crew. Nanami scooched over, before finally getting up to pull another chair from somewhere else. Grunting, he excused himself from the room. “YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND, GOJO-SENPAI? AND DIDN’T TELL US?” Yuuji questioned, looking like he was about to faint. Gojo laughed, snuggling deeper onto you, almost like a koala. “She’s my wife, aren’t you, sugar? Did you even pay attention to anything Nanami said? He literally said she was my wife.” Megumi made an obvious gagging sound, but even he didn’t seem as bored as he was usually. He actually looked intrigued. “Why didn’t you tell us, Gojo-Senpai?” the girl nagged, slamming her fist down on the table. Gojo smiled, “Uh, well, I wanted it to be a surprise when she came back.” “Couldn’t you have told us that you had a wife or something?” Megumi butt in. The door slid open, Nanami coming in with a wooden stool. “Knowing Gojo-Senpai, that probably went over his head.” grunting as he placed the wooden stool down and sat, he opened his newspaper again. “Where do you guys know eachother?” “Was Gojo-Senpai handsome back in highschool too?” “Do you know what lipgloss Gojo-Senpai wears?” “Gojo-Senpai, how did you know you loved her?” “Gojo-Senpai, can we eat now?” “Do you know why Gojo has such a horrible sweet tooth?” Before you could even respond, Nanami put his hand up. “Now, now, lets let the happy couple settle down.” he cleard his throat, not even making eye contact with anyone but the newspaper. An audible chorus of groans sounded, “What do you expect us to do? We literally just met her!” moaned Yuuji. “Weren’t you the one that literally asked if we could eat yet?” Yuuji immediately shut up afterwards. “Yuuji, she just came back from a 1 day trip. She should be laying down comfortably with Gojo-Senpai and they should be catching up. You’ll have the opportunity to talk to her and learn about her later. Right now she needs space.” “But-” Nobara whined, clasping her hands together. Nanami turned to Fushiguro, but even he had his mind set. “I didn’t even begin to think that Gojo had a wife. I really want to know more about her, if you think about it, this is all Gojo-Sensei’s fault.” Nanami rubbed his temples, staring at the two of you for backup, realizing that you two were making out again. Nanami sighed, 10 years later and you two were still the same.

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jypbae7 · 4 years ago

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Im Changkyun - Natal Chart

- requested by @jookyunz

Can’t remember if you wanted the 18+ section so I included it at the bottom and marked it incase you wanna skip it ❤️

(Not claiming to be an expert this is just for fun please don’t take anything too seriously!) Hope this is helpful and that you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Personality: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars

Aquarius Sun comes with lots of intrigue and lots of complexity - like the other air signs Aquarius is very adaptable and tends to prefer an “exciting life” (though earth signs tend to see this lifestyle as pure chaos lmao)

Aquarians tend to be intrigued by mystical things due to their very logical view of the world, this logical side can often lend to them coming off as cold or aloof but it’s less about that and more about their need to rule with the head and not the heart in order to avoid being thrown off the balance that they like (Aqua is a fixed sign) also they do NOT want to be hurt by people so the guard they have up towards the world is basically an iron curtain till they develop enough trust with you

Aries Moon is equally as spontaneous and adaptable but for a different motivation - Aries is bold and wants the most out of life and you can bet your bottom dollars they’ll do WHATEVER necessary to gain the lifestyle and goals they set for themselves.

But since they are naturally social butterflies and genuinely just want to have fun and encourage the people they love to reach for their dreams and have fun doing it, they tend to succeed rather easily since people are drawn to them. - All about confidence, bold styles, working hard because they NEED to be the best at whatever they do, but they definitely play hard too (as does every fire sign lmao)

As much as Aries and Aquarius like change and excitement - Capricorn Mercury does NOT. This adds a LOT of grounding and “tradition” to quick moving Aries and unconventional Asquarius.

Capricorn Mercurys are known to speak slow, quite monotonous and precise which I definitely have always felt about Changkyun. You’re not getting too much fluff or extra words from them because Capricorn finds it a waste of energy. They say what they mean when they mean it and not much else more. But this means they are good listeners and are very comfortable and unreliant on “attention” or “being in the spotlight” giving them added levels of independence. I also feel that this is why they are sooooo unbothered by other people’s opinions and friendship.

Aquarians straight up rather be alone than around fake people. They don’t care if they “fit in” with general norms because they don’t want to be like anyone else anyway lmao and they are interesting enough to keep themselves entertained. While Capricorn and Aries have places to go, people to see, and goals to crush so why the hell be worried about others???

Mixed with the other 2 placements it’s likely that his home is a serious sanctuary for him that he takes seriously. When he’s out in the world doing his busy schedules and chaotic traveling and work he’s happy and really feeding into the air and fire energy. But when he gets home it’s his Capricorn Mercury that is being nurtured and stimulated. He’s going to wanna hibernate there for a while without leaving especially if he’s been gone a long time. Could be either unbelievably messy or unbelievably neat but likely no inbetween with these placements lmao.

Aquarius Mars.... reminder that Aquarius is a fixed sign so this in Mars could mean one HELL of a temper or at least rage once he’s set off. But thankfully the Airy nature of Aqua means you’d really have to mess with him to get that kind of reaction because they generally really dislike being upset. They prefer staying content and neutral rather than having extreme feelings of any kind or it makes them veryyyyy edgy. If you can disagree with respect and if you provide logic instead of ego as your argument you’re likely to get a much better reaction from Aquarius

Relationships:

Non-Romantic Relationships & overall communication style: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars

Boy oh boyyyyyy he takes a LONG time to open up to people - 2 Aquarius placements and a Capricorn placement screamssssss trust issues and vulnerability issues

Capricorn doesn’t wanna sulk and talk about their problems so IF they trust you enough to come to you with an issue they want solutions and practical help and support

Is really cheered up by acts of service and quality time - watching a great movie even in complete silence just near each other on the couch in sweats tucked under cozy blankets or getting surprised with their favorite dinner can boost their mood instantly

Aries Moon as I said before is a natural in social situations and tends to draw attention even when they aren’t trying so he’s bound to come off a lot more open and friendly than he actually is. The deep stuff won’t come out till he REALLY knows and trusts you and even then… in SMALL increments

That said he’s a super fun friend to have - down for adventures, actually thinks about and puts effort into doing cool stuff with friends and loved ones

When it comes to friendships he shows care through quality time and acts of service

When he buys gifts for people he cares about they are BOMB - cool as fuck and either one or a combination of the following: one of a kind, meaningful as fuck, and/ or super expensive - most likely fashion, jewelry, something music related, or super cool stuff from his travels

Romantic relationships and preferences : Pisces Venus, Aquarius Mars, Aquarius Juno, Aries Eros

Lmao even MORE Aquarius and Aries energy

Ok into the main meat - these four placements are particularly interesting combo: 2 fixed air (Aqua), 1 mutable water (Pisces) and 1 Cardinal Fire (Aries)

Aqua Juno - generally hints at a pretty unconventional relationship and this can come in manyyyyy forms for the very unique and varied Aquarians (partnership without legal marriage, mixed race/culture couple, could even mean choosing a bachelor lifestyle over any normal type of relationship, etc.) - given that Changkyun seems quite close with his parents and his interest in kids I’d say he’s unlikely to choose the bachelor route.

For a lot of Aquarians unconventional can also come in the form of a very stimulating partner, they enjoy learning and expanding their minds and experiences which is why they tend to run towards challenges that others would run from. I think someone who shares similar passions but varied skills and/or background would fulfil that for him. Aquarius, Pisces and Aries like to be stimulated A LOT.

Pisces in Venus is a tricky placement - can be pretty hot and cold, lots of mixed signals, you should be ready to be stood up or flaked on atleast once in the beginning🙄) BUT if you actually manage to earn their trust and dedication they make very caring partners.

Pisces in Venus is art gallery and museum dates, binge watching documentaries especially murder mystery, and spending most of the summer near the closest body of water.

Aries Eros fantasizes about being in a partnership that others look at as a power couple but they’ll never admit it - they dream of a partner who is in awe of them and their accomplishments but has their own big goals and successes to cater to as well. They like people they can grow with as individuals and as a couple. Push and pull works really well with Aries (and the other two fire signs too honestly) they like the cat and mouse thing and they like to have time to miss & yearn for their partner especially the men - absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Love languages in order from most to least: quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving

Aries is a strong sign and they want and need a real partner who respects and supports their independence and boss energy but also can nurture their softer more vulnerable side and be the strong one for them when they need it

***** 18+ Preferences ****

Ooof this should honestly come as a surprise to NO ONE but damn placements do NOT lie...Im Changkyun is one freaky ass boy

I mean ARIES EROS???? Let me spell that out for y’all: fucks you like he absolutely fucking hates you or ties you up like a present and edges you for hours till you’re crying

LOVES, let me repeat LOVES jealousy sex - whether it’s you being jealous of all the screaming thirsting fans he has or him being jealous of guys getting too close too you for his comfort - he is allllllllll about taking that energy directly into the bedroom ASAP (or a bathroom or even closet if it locks 🤐)

Could and WOULD makeout for hours on end - especially if he’s been drinking

The more you switch it up the more excited he is - with all them Aquarius placements it should be pretttyyyyyy often

Different positions, lingerie, role play - any and all of it excite him

With a partner he actually trusts and has feelings for I can see him being extremely open minded to trying things (though obviously EVERYONE has limits and boundaries)

Toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, whip cream, hot wax, spanking - all a STRONG yes

Get the strong feeling he has strong preference to use his mouth often - lots of kissing (passionate, needy, messy - sometimes more aggressive) , likes to give and receive hickeys, wants to kiss all over his partner’s body and LOVES oral both receiving and giving (and I get the feeling he’s TOO good at that 👀)

More willing to let his partner take control than you might think - he’s not a switch but he just doesn’t think you initiating or “being in control” makes him any less dominant. In fact it’s probably the opposite; you showing your desire to that point actually makes him feel MORE dominant and masculine

Literally could find anyone and everyone beautiful - is more attracted to people’s minds, spirit and energy than physical looks (BIG Pisces and Aquarian thing)

Gets turned on every single time he sees you in the crowd at one of his shows - makes him feel like you are the only two people in the world (drives his Aries Eros INSANE - gets a kick out of the slight power play of being on stage in front of so many people, as well as the secrecy and raw passionate energy of it all)

Tattoos, piercings, colorful wigs, or even just interesting jewelry paired with the right lingerie or outfit will have him 🤯- think short black see-through lace robe with nothing on underneath except a sparkling body chain dripping from your body....yep he’ll eat you like a main dish in .00000000023 seconds

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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haeroniel-doliet · 2 years ago

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A lil updates and thoughts going on rn! Mostly about art again :') putting it under read more tho bc it got away from me again all rambly lmao

Hooo wheee! Life has been a little busy huh. Finally going to work again even if it is pretty much part time, other hobbies im keeping up with, trying to keep up on life admin and its going almost well! Shame im realizing i havent worked on my drawings in well over a month now 😅

Part of me is slightly dreading going back to them rn bc ive spent hours and hours on them already and they still need many hours before i post them....

You know that one guy on like tiktok/youtube shorts whos a really friendly old artist with a hobbit hole studio and does like 1hr paintings that look incredible? Obviously i dont expect myself being rusty and also not with years and years of experience to do the same but wouldn't that be the dream? To be able to just create and be done and happy with it in just an hour or a few and move on. How sad it is how many things i have started and not finished, outting in hours and hours where it doesnt really make even a super significant difference.

Also its that dinluke positivity week thing (god i hope this doesnt show up in the tag lmao sorry) i was really hyped months ago thinking its great prompts and great time to partake in my favourite fandom especially before february 2023 inevitably changes the scene in some way! But all of a sudden mid november is here and thats kinda terrifying! I have no clear idea for any of them, nothing im like desperate to draw and my current drawing doesnt really fit them either. Im thinking maybe i should try like, giving myself idk 2 hrs max to just make something beginning to end and if i hate it its ok i dont have to post it. But maybe i will and it could be fun! Sure i am too tired to properly do anything but idk, even making one post could give me excitement and hype for things i used to enjoy and something that isnt just real life and like job related.

To be fair i could also go for the much more guaranteed dopamine boost and play a video game ive been thinking of playing again for months. Sure i dunno which to choose and im not like super inclined to anything even tho i would like to play multiple of them again, just playing alone is a little boring i guess.

The more i spend just overthinking the quicker my sunday will be over and ill have to do next week and god knows ill be busy!! I should try drawing bc its there floating in my mind and could be easier to slip in into the day routine to do a little here and there rather than like, playing skyrim for 30 mins loll. Or oblivion bc for some reason ive been missing it. Or battlefront, even tho that is really hard to play without really trying my hardest and getting readjusted to the pace of it

Alright ok im gonna set up my digital art stuff, im gonna challenge myself to sketch something on theme for all the prompts and see what ends up catching my attention. If i can do 1 or even a couple of them thatd be really really neat!

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bbarican · 2 years ago

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life updates - june 06, 2022

board exam review:

the partial results are in and tbh the results i got arent as bad as i was expecting; wala pang grades yung drawings namin so nothings really final yet but either way, atleast now i know what to focus on

im really proud of myself!

i just need to read even more and not really memorize every single thing but to just understand and look at our modules as like books that i would normally read on my free time; i just need to understand and comprehend everything

friends:

at some point i still do feel really pressured whenever my friends and i would study together, but at the same time it really does help whenever we're all together kasi regardless if one of us knows more compared to the others or the other way around, we're all still gonna have to deal with the same challenge ahead of us so its always better to team up than to give into the feeling of being pressured

im beyond lucky for my friends, both my college and online bestfriends; i wouldnt know what to do without them at times

my online bestfriends are really busy and so am i and the fact na hindi nagtutugma yung schedules namin makes it even harder to actually set a date to catch up but i know in my heart na its all good; i feel their support through and through

family:

i love my family - regardless of how annoying they can get, i really do love them

its just me and my brother and our dogs right now at home so i ordered pizza for us for lunch (mainly because i was craving for it)

we're off to batangas this weekend kasi death anniversary ng lola ng mom ko and complete yung magkakapatid for the first time in a really long time so im just really excited to see everyone especially my cousin from australia kasi parang little sister ko na din siya

i need to buy her a small gift kasi wala lang. like i said, i just like making the ones i love feel really appreciated

ngayon palang im super thankful to my mom kasi she'll be the one to do most of the cooking for this week - study date for me and my friends this wednesday then a small party for my brother's late birthday celebration on thursday

personal:

healthwise - we went to the doctor again kasi nga bigla akong inatake ng allergies ko ulit after a short span of time; usually kasi yung agwat ng attacks ko is months but this attack came after just 1-2 weeks of my last allergy attack

my polips is still there and the doctor really had to steer away from my polips nung pinasok niya yung camera niya in my nostril kadiri yuck

i had to get a ct scan done so makikita namin results nun tomorrow and we'll go straight to the doctors clinic right after getting the film and findings

my new crystals are here and im really happy; sobrang ganda nung raw moss agate na binigay sakin kasi may pocket of druzy in the corner and its amazing, tapos yung labradorite heart na nakuha ko, sobrang daming flash and it looks like a butterfly in the light

my room is all clean and organized and im just gonna play sims 4 while waiting for our food

#bbarican #prsnl #personal #thoughts #writings #life #life updates #updates #recently #day in the life

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mdverse · 3 years ago

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Just happened to catch a volleyball match for the Olympics and I instantly thought of your Glee vb au artwork! I've got no idea how the game works, but oooft your drawings make me wish I did LOL.

Hi!! im so honoured u thought of my vb au art, im super passionate about it haha

Im not particularly great at explaining stuff but I figured id give you a run-down of the basics and I may or may not have gotten carried away with drawing diagrams and stuff...

anyway uhhh so basic rules: each side is allowed to touch the ball 3 times max before getting it over the net, but you can't touch the ball twice in a row and it can't touch the ground.

ok so! here's one side of the net :)

there are always 2 middle blockers and 2 outside (left-side) hitters on each side of the net. usually the other 2 players would be the setter and an opposite (right-side) hitter, but sometimes the team could have 2 setters on the court. if the middle blocker in the back row isn't serving, they're switched out for the libero, who only plays defence (ill explain the libero's role in more detail later). another thing to note here is that the people sharing the same position will be opposite each other on the court (ex: santana and tina are both outside hitters, so their starting positions in this are 1 and 4, the middle blockers are in 3 and 6, etc)

in position 1 we have whoever is serving (in this case it's santana). the team rotates clock-wise once they score a point from the opponents' serve, so the next server would be the person in position 2, etc (however, if the team is serving and scores, they don't rotate and the person in 1 continues serving until the other team scores).

also keep in mind that these are just the starting positions! so once santana has served, she and sugar (5) will switch so that she's on the left side of the court and sugar is on the right side. in this rotation that's pretty much the only switch that needs to be done, but in other rotations there would be switches in the front row (see below - brittany [setter] starts in 4, santana [outside hitter] is in 3 and currently faceless middle blocker is in 2, so they have to do the old switcheroo once the serve goes over to end up in the right offensive positions)

I won't go into all of the defence rotations for when the other team is serving bc I feel like this is already a lot (unless u want more lol) so I'll just quickly explain the libero position

the libero is the one in a different coloured uniform (so like, in the first team illustration I did they're all in red except Quinn, who's in white). that's bc they have to be recognisable, since they are constantly going on and off the court. basically what happens is that once a middle blocker rotates to the back row and finishes serving, they'll go off the court and the libero will come on instead until they have to rotate back to the front row. the libero isn't allowed to spike the ball - ultimately their only job is to try and cover as much of the court as they can. usually they'll be hanging around position 6, and are in charge of covering the back corners of the court. additionally, if the setter isn't able to get the second touch on the ball, the libero can set instead (however, they can't set to a spiker from anywhere between the 3m line and the net unless they're in the air - so they could jump from behind the line and set while jumping)

this got really long and idk if it all makes sense bc I tend to ramble but I hope it helps!

(bonus short video of the vb au animation im working on bc im excited)

#ask md #wheresmynaya #thank u for the ask! it made me really happy #feel free to ask if u have more questions :))#vb au asks

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

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with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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Nash Wells x Reader - Squandered Altruism

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You shrugged, the tension in the air had settled as everyone vacated the Speed Lab. Turning to walk away, your mind mulled over a few things. Before you could take a step towards the exit, Nash latched a gloved hand onto your upper arm. He maneuvered you towards him and handed you the MAD 2.2. Frowning, you placed it on your forehead. Whenever he handed the telepathic device to you, you knew he needed a second opinion with the racket that goes on in his head. He had trusted you with that aspect of his life. Also, the explorer would get inklings of feelings when you missed his other selves and wanted to talk to them.

“Hm?” You let out a questioning noise only for Nash to turn to an open space.

“What?” Nash let out brusquely, eyebrows raised, and nostrils flared as he gestured with his arms. “What?”

You saw Harry’s form emerge from the shadows. The beating in your heart skipped a beat or two. The mental personification of the Earth-2 genius had his hands pocketed in his typical dark wash jeans as he padded over to you and Nash. “Well, it's nice to see you, too. So, it turns out we cracked the fuel problem - for this ASF of yours.” Harry’s icy blue eyes landed on you. “Love,” he breathed out.

Waving at your second love, you smiled gently at him. “Hey, Harry.”

“Pas facile non.” Sherloque appeared as well, hair slightly tousled under his fedora. “Not easy, not great.” The detective tipped his hat towards you, “Mon fleur. C’est toujours un plaisir d'être en votre présence."

“Le plaisir est tout la mein, mon bien détective.” Yeah, he had been teaching you a bit of French. Nash rolled his eyes at you two.

“But so much fun, huh?” You giggled as HR bounced into mental existence with a drumstick in hand. “I love all the brainstorming. Plus, we got all the Wellses back together again.” Let’s just say you internally squealed at how cute the novelist still is when he gets all excited. “It’s been a while, Kitten.”

“It has, puppy.”

“So, I expect I need no introduction,” A new Wells appeared in a grandiose manner. “But, yes, it is I, master of stage and screen, Harrison Orson Wells.” Orson accented his name in that deep voice of his and a slight bow as he stood dramatically next to Sherloque. You swore you saw Sherloque roll his eyes.

“Uh?” You tilted your head before looking at Nash with confusion laced on your features. So, he’s definitely a drama bish. He met your eyes and sent you a look that said to ‘ignore him and roll with it’ until the end of the conversation.

“Okay, you're new,” Nash crossed his arms at the finely dressed artisan. The geological explorer was already fed up with 3 Wells the team were familiar with, he didn’t need this nitwit joining in.

“Nash, as I know you know, when our worlds died in Crisis,” Harry began once more when no other Wells decided to join the party and interrupted his explanation. “Particles from our brain waves were drawn to you like-”

“-Like a moth drawn to a cosmic flame.” Orson was doing something with his hands that you couldn’t describe, looking off into the distance as he spoke.

What… the fuck?

“Whatever happened to show, don't tell?” Harry just fucking shook his head at Orson, a completely disappointed expression on his face. The man was just disturbed at this version of his doppelganger. At least to Harry, HR was more manageable to be around than Orson. “HR?” HR knew that signal and tossed a drumstick to his handsome doppelganger. Your eye twitched at Orson’s yelp when the two boys did that. Who allowed this dumbass in this conversation? Can we boot him out? You kept those thoughts to yourself. However, it did make your insides twist happily to see that Harry and HR were working fluidly together in contrast to a few years ago where Harry was at HR’s throat for every single detail.

“Oh, nice catch,” Sherloque complimented the exchange and Nash just rubbed his face. He needed these four to get to the point so Nash can go about riling you up today. It was a daily thing he did to see you all fiery and snarky for him.

“I love this part,” the Earth-19 novelist murmured and pulled out a rather detailed sketchbook accompanied by a dramatic gasp.

“So, there are multiversal particles inside you right now, Nash, made of synaptic energy.” Harry started to explain with the drumstick in hand and HR doing the pointing onto the page. You have no idea what the fuck Orson was doing, some hand camera gesture that didn’t need to happen. He was really trying to sell his point of being a theatrical arts master, but whatever. “Now, we take those particles and you put them in the Fusion Sphere, theoretically, they could power the ASF forever.” Rather than 100% paying attention to Harry’s speech, you were about… 75% there and 25% resisting the urge to face-palm at HR and Orson’s antics on the side. Sherloque had elected to ignore them, and Nash just looked at himself, patting his chest.

HR did another dramatic gasp as he spoke, “Forever.”

“Not only would Allen get his speed back, but I'd be rid of you lot forever,” Nash summarized for himself and Sherloque simply shrugged, rolling his eyes to the side at the connection made. The detective was 100% done and exhausted with himself.

“No, you'd be gone, too,” HR simply responded, nodding his head along. “I mean, because of the whole organic receptor thing. Oof.” The three men to HR’s side stopped and turned to him slowly. Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. You and Nash got the subtle message that HR wasn’t supposed to say that.

“Excuse me?” The blood in your veins turned to ice as goosebumps pebbled your skin. You looked at the lot incredulously as your heart fell into the balling pit of dread that resided in your stomach. “What?”

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79 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 15:48:07 GMT

Harry Wells x Reader - Period Gossips

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Harry grunted as the gates to his home creaked open. The rain cascaded gently onto the earth hitting his windshield. The scientist slowed the car into the driveway in order to park it in the garage. He quelled the irritation from earlier; Jesse’s accursed team were giving him issues again regarding his mysterious disappearance and sudden reappearance. Those fuckers really need to understand that it’s not their business. He needed to fix himself a drink once he got inside – he was just ready to crash. Harry checked his phone once more as he turned off the engine, the garage door shut securely. He had texted Jesse earlier about what she’d want for dinner, but she hadn’t responded. Cheese and potato perogies it is then with spiced cubed chicken. I should make some rice and a side of sautéed garlic parmesan veggies. A sigh left his lips as exhaustion continued to seep through his bones. The Earth-2 doppelganger ran a hand over the back of his neck before shutting his eyes and tilting it to the side. A cracking sound echoed in the car. Relief washed over him. Taking a step out of the car, Harry gathered the documents and folders into his bag then threw it over his shoulder. I have that Syberon presentation to attend and speak at too. The presentation shouldn’t take too long to put together. Shutting the car door, the Wells doppelganger whistled a tune while twirling his keys in the other hand. Harry opened the garage door into his home and soon the tune died slowly at the sounds of pained singing.

“My period cramps are killing me, and I~ I must confess I’m still hungry.”

“So hungry~,” he heard his daughter's voice following yours at a different pitch. Harry had stopped dead in his tracks as panic started to set in that he didn’t even shut the door. He just held onto the doorknob. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Your period schedule had synced with Jesse’s… and he had forgotten about date night. He’d been so busy right when he had gone back. Portfolios to approve, incompetent staff to fire, financial meetings to attend. One problem at a time, Harrison. I have enough pads and tampons, right? I… I’m pretty sure I remembered to restock a week ago. Harry pulled out his phone to check his calendar, he’s made it his duty to mark your period dates when you’re on your placebo week just in case. He kept track of Jesse’s too even if she sorta scolded him for it since she’s a capable young woman that can take care of herself, especially with speedster powers. Fuck, I think I ran out of chocolate. God…

“My heating pad isn’t helping me, but at least~ I’m not having a baby~.”

“Oh~”

Tiptoeing out of the house, Harry made a beeline to his car and threw his bag into the backseat once more. The scientist seat belted himself and made quick work of getting out of the driveway to head to the supermarket. He had a mission to complete – one that included him not getting the brunt of shark week by his daughter and fiancé. The dark-haired man sighed mentally preparing a list of snacks that he needs to buy for you and Jesse. At least we have enough pain medication to last the next century. Parking the car, Harry sent you a text he’d be late coming home to pick up a few items. You sent him and ‘ok’ with a kissy face emoji. The war veteran smiled to himself as he pocketed his phone and threaded his fingers through his slightly wet hair. Harry started heading towards the aisles with the mental list of snacks in mind.

“She did that?” You raised an eyebrow at her, massaging your hand over the heating pad that laid on your lower abdomen. The pain was starting to dissipate. You really had cursed your uterus for dropping the period now of all times just as you had jumped through the breach for your sleepover date. Luckily for you, you weren’t alone. Jesse had gotten hers a few hours earlier. Both your uteruses really said ‘YOU WANNA FEEL PAIN?’. There’s just something about sharing your period days with someone else that makes it better and at the same time worse. I swear, since finding out about Jesse’s cycle this time it feels like my uterus is punishing me extra hard.

Jesse nodded from where she was reclined on the corner side of the L-shaped couch. The speedster had her father’s stress ball in hand giving it a squeeze every so often. She had her own heating pad on her stomach. “Yeah, like it’s not that hard to do your job. She’s always making excuses and lying about her situation to get out of stuff.” An empty bag of Doritos was on the coffee table along with dark chocolate blueberries and almonds. You two had practically inhaled the three bags a few hours earlier.

“I’m sorry, but she needs to go.”

“Our preceptor just keeps turning a blind eye to those things. If anyone else were to do it, they’d be grilled for sure, even taken out of the program. And don’t get me started on how Gus is making his entire life about his boyfriend.”

“Oh no, I feel a storm coming. Lemme guess, boyfriend is number one priority over everyone and everything else?”

“Yes! Like they just started dating. They haven’t been together for a full year and he’s laying his heart down for him. He doesn’t even see the red flags Dakota and I see.”

“What red flags?”

“Ok, so when they first started talking Wylan was supposed to pick Gus up for their date. Wylan ended up being two hours late and had not said a single word to Gus on where he was or if things got canceled. Nothing.” You nodded as she continued, the sound of rain hitting the home harder. It was storming outside, lighting flickering here and there. Briefly checking your phone, you wondered where Harry was and if he was okay out in this weather. “I told him not to go on that date when I was on the phone with him and Wylan ended up calling Gus when I was on the line, so naturally Gus picked it up, ok?”

“Yeah? As one naturally does.”

“Gus called me back and was like ‘I’m going with him’. Bitch, I just told you not to. He made no effort to communicate what was going on and where he was and why he was late. The second red flag drove me over the edge.” Your ears perked up at the sound of the door groaning at the hinges, a signal to it being opened. Your heart jumped in your chest as you waited in anticipation. Jesse grinned slyly as she saw the cheery smile perk up on your face.

“Did he end up telling Dakota what happened?”

“No, because he knows Dakota would confront him about shit. I end up telling Dakota because they have a right to know. We just end up keeping things on the downlow.” Jesse sighed, languidly getting up and using her powers to clean up the little area you and she have made residence in before her father can see. While Harry was prone to having a messy lab, it was work and tech – not junk and trash everywhere. “Wylan is rich because of his daddy’s money, not hard-earned money that he’s made for himself, and he has these… conservative-ish ideals.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that… Gus and I were talking about tattoos and piercings on Facetime and Wylan told Gus that he shouldn’t get any tattoos or piercings. First of all, Wylan is not Gus. Gus is free to do as he so pleases with his body. If he wants to get a tattoo, Wylan shouldn’t have a final say in regards to what Gus should and shouldn’t do.” Jesse ran a hand through her hair in irritation, the idea of Wylan seemed to just rile her up so much because she’s just looking out for her best friend who can’t see the signs and flags regarding Wylan. “He can put out his opinion and Gus can consider it, but in the end it is Gus’ life. Not Wylan’s. If Wylan doesn’t want those two things for himself, then by all means, go for it. But don’t enforce your views on someone you had just started dating.”

“I’ve brought peace offerings,” your fiancé had walked in with a couple of bags, his suit slightly damp and his hair a mess more than usual. Setting the bags on the coffee table, Harry kissed the top of his daughter’s head before giving you a sweet and needy kiss. After a long day, he really missed you. Your heart swelled in your chest when you took a peek to see the snacks in the bag. Jesse was already opening a bag of her favorite chips. You knew that he kept a vigilant track of your period, especially since the two of you don’t want an ‘oopsie baby’. Maybe not this soon. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Gus is apparently living in a fantasy world where he and Wylan 100% workout even though there are a good number of red flags that exist in their few months of dating,” you clarified to the scientist, who only ended up frowning. Jesse sipped on her cranberry juice and gauged her father’s response.

“Gus is smarter than that. A shame, I liked him and valued not only his thinking skills, but his ability to execute the work he’s thrown himself in.” Your fiancé had sat down beside you. The worn-out feeling began to set in his body, especially his legs. Harry unbuttoned a few buttons on his formal white long sleeve. You scooted closer to Harry with the intent on cuddling beside him and resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat felt strong. “Gus deserves a better man.”

“I guess love and money blind?” Your statement sounded more like a question as you glanced at Jesse. The speedster tiredly exhaled; you could tell that there was still more to the story. “Gus’ been too invested with Wylan to really take a step back and see reality for what it is. Instead, from what Jesse’s been telling me he’s been using all his time just for Gus. So essentially neglecting all other relationships that are permanent in his life like friends and family and commitments to work and such.”

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89 notes • Posted 2021-10-08 18:22:32 GMT

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Birds of a Feather

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Honestly, I should have seen this coming. Eobard always makes his comeback one way or another – especially with his Negative Speedforce enabling his actions. But you kept those thoughts to yourself as you pressed the buttons to the elevator. No one was in the labs at this hour tonight, no one knew you knew. And you preferred to keep it that way. Gideon was the one that alerted you, just as you had set her up to when things came to be like this. Knowing him, he’s going to break out of whatever is holding him down and make his way to me. He always does. For now, I’ll just have to keep an eye on Nash. You strode down to the pipeline. The tips of your fingers slid on the lock panel.

"So," your voice pierced the atmosphere as the mechanical tarp rose past the halfway point. The dark-haired man who was initially sitting stood up once the gears turned to reveal who was on the other side. He pocketed his hands in his pants, looking intently. "Are you Nash or Eobard?" You held the bag of BBB close to your hip. The imprisoned man eyes what you had, faintly smelling its contents. "And before you answer that, I know that Nash isn't one for processed foods." You held the bag of fast food up as an indicator.

You got your answer as soon as a wolfish smirk laced itself onto the man's face – that handsome viciousness. A subtle flicker of red crossed the man’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant. It was evidence that he had little to no power of any sort in this body. "You already know the answer to that, now don't you, my queen?"

“Now, how did you land yourself in this predicament, Eo?” You sighed, approaching the cell to set the food into a little department for him to have. With no hesitation, the future genius made a grab for it, a groan leaving his lips as he chewed on a curly fry.

“I think the better question is: how are you down here? Unless…”

“I disabled the cameras for the meantime. What the team won’t know won’t hurt them, right? Barry doesn’t trust me anyway, but I’m a good actress – had to be for a while, remember?”

Eobard smirked proudly at you, continuing to eat. “I knew Crisis was coming. Didn't think it would come this soon, but… I hid in my Speedforce at the last second to preserve myself to the changes in this newer timeline. My Speedforce isn’t connected to Barry’s so the damage that his sustained naturally didn’t affect mine.” He had already rendered Nash unconscious while the other Wells remained in their respective places – hesitant to face the speedster in Nash’s mind. All, but one, of course. That one silently watched on with angry eyes. Eobard ignored him. “Yet, I did wake up… bodyless – possibly a side effect to what happened, but not an unsolvable puzzle.”

“Which you ended up possessing Nash – the closest body to your previous one.”

“Sounds about right, you were always quick to catch on to my intentions, queenie.”

“So, your body is still in the Negative Speedforce?”

“It should be. It’s always so fun reminding Barry that I still carry the face of the friends he loves so dearly. The others up here,” Eobard gestured to Nash’s head, “they’re fun to toy with.”

You chose to ignore that last statement, licking your lips as you processed his words. That… can only mean one thing, especially with the multiverse gone. “And you’re going to use Nash to get to your body then.”

Eobard pointed to his nose as if to say, ‘you’re right on the dot’ as he finished his curly fries. “I’m assuming you’re not here to let me go, is that right?”

“It wouldn’t make sense to,” you nodded, folding your arms with a little head tilt. “That’d give them a clue that I released you – not a wise thing to do at the current moment. Plus, you’re smart. You’ll figure out a way to escape.”

“Then, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Eo, you know I love you.”

“And I, you.” He unwrapped his favorite burger, eyeing you before taking a bite.

“And because of that, you need to leave Nash’s body.”

The villain raised an intrigued eyebrow at you. “Now, why would I want to do that?”

“Well for one, your body is in the Speedforce – we can find a different way to get you to it. So technically, you don’t need Nash and his body. You can easily leave before the others force you out.”

“Not without stirring some… chaos.”

***

“Why is Nash locked up?” You voiced, striding into the pipeline main area. Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin whipped their heads at the sound of your voice as you entered. You were miffed, to say the least – well, you feigned to be.

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92 notes • Posted 2021-10-01 17:06:25 GMT

Harrison Wells and Doppelgangers Birthdays

So I've realized that these boys technically don't have a specified birthday unlike Barry and the others. So @crazythoughtsandlove and I came up with a valid-ish list of dates for the Wells boys. It went according to their personalities and the zodiac sign they align with the most. Those will be listed as well according to https://www.astrology-zodiac-signs.com. We’re basically gonna go in order of oldest to youngest within their birth year. This isn’t canon, we’re just speculating! If you so choose to use this as a guide, then by all means.

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Nash Wells:

February 10th - Aquarius

Strengths: Progressive, original, independent, humanitarian

Weaknesses: Runs from emotional expression, temperamental, uncompromising, aloof

Aquarius likes: Fun with friends, risky business, fighting for causes, intellectual conversations.

Aquarius dislikes: Limitations, broken promises, being lonely, dull or boring situations.

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140 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 21:36:16 GMT

Fic Masterlist (12/24/21)

Hello my lovelies, welcome to my blog and thank you for reading my content. Don’t forget to show me support by hitting that reblog button and commenting. It boosts my moral when I know my stuffs going around for others to see and enjoy. You can also find my fics in Ao3 under the same username ‘3′

Keep in mind, the further you go down the list for one character, the older the fic gets so it’s not going to be as well written out or fully developed as my newer work. Trust me I kept cringing and reprimanding myself that I could have done better. Like I want to throw myself out a window. To be honest, I’m still learning with each time I write, I get better bit by bit. But my old stuff’s shit, I won’t lie.

Wells-Thawne Family Series (Start at the bottom for first fic):

Holiday Headcanons

A Reluctant Choice (Part 5)

Fool’s Reprive (Part 4)

The Black Queen Falls (Part 3)

Precipice of Change (Part 2)

Inevitable Presage (Part 1)

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne):

The Consequences Of Our Actions

A Single Broken Soul

Birds of a Feather

Ballistic Confrontations: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Integrated Revelations: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Sudden Cognizance (Demon Soulmate AU)

Hidden Among The Sheep (Demon Soulmate AU)

Glowing Warmth (Demon Soulmate AU)

Dating (Headcanon)

Right and Wrong

Irresistibly Pink

Deal With The Devil (Demon Soulmate AU)

Worth It

Goodness Gracious

Winter/Christmas (Headcanon)

Big Bad Man

Time and Change

Red With Passion

Darkness Within

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190 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 21:03:22 GMT

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5 Simple Rules for a Successful Fake Relationship: One Small Hitch

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

summery: You and Ben have your first official date and settle into your "relationship". But, with filming coming to a close, you'll need to be more committed to the act than before, especially when Ben's keeping secrets.

Warnings: Again, nothing much. Some language. Drinking. Nothing else I can think of.

Words: 8355

AN: Chapter 2 is finally here! Sorry for the delay but hopefully the next part will be up faster. I'm really really enjoying writing this series and I am so very excited about what's coming! The song mentioned is Reckless Serenade by Arctic Monkeys. Sidenote: Can anyone work out the theme of the chapter titles?

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie

“I’ve got something for you,” you half shouted at Ben when you saw him walking towards you from across the field you were filming in. You shuffled your shitty takeaway coffee into your other hand so you could reach into your bag, pulling out a piece of paper folded in half. He took it and pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Funny cause I have something for you too,” Ben said as he let you go, reaching into his backpack and handing you a magazine, “Oh, shit, it’s our rules. You want page 15 by the way.” “Figured you’d want a record of them. What exactly am I looking f-” you let the word hang as you found the right page. It was decorated with a photo of you and Ben kissing on his doorstep, his hand around your back, the shirt you’d borrowed riding up just enough that it was clear you didn’t have shorts on underneath as you clutched at him. There was some text beside it, mentions of your most notable roles and his, a brief description of the movie you were in the process of making, and some speculatory remarks with a couple of innuendos thrown in. The usual gossip mag fare. On the other side of the paragraph was another photo, both of you leaving set the previous Friday, hand in hand and smiling. “We look pretty good together,” you laughed, getting only a noncommittal grunt in return. He’d suddenly become very interested in the sheet you’d handed him, staring at it like he hadn’t been there when it was written. You reread the brief article, trying not to gawk at the photographs. It certainly looked believable. “I’ve had about four people wish us well this morning,” Ben suddenly said, seemingly pulling himself together, folding up the rules and shoving them into his back pocket, “and I’ve not been here long. It’s kinda weird having everyone know we’re together. Or think we’re together,” he quickly corrected himself. “Yeah, Mel kept asking me questions about it while she was doing my makeup this morning, so I hope she took my awkwardness as me wanting to keep things private and not me not knowing how to answer some of them.” Ben chuckled, “yeah, Gail gave me a bit of a grilling too. I just told her we’d been sort of seeing each other for a few weeks and had only just like made it official or whatever and she seemed to buy it.” “Good, I told Mel the same sort of thing. Hopefully that’s enough for them.” “I’m more concerned with what my friends are going to say. I don’t think any of them read Heat though so hopefully it doesn’t come up any time soon,” “Lucky. My friend Felicity has the dumb site bookmarked. Checks it religiously. Bloody miracle she hasn’t called yet.” “Better turn of your phone then,” “And come back to a full voicemail and about a hundred texts demanding to know why I’m ghosting her?” “Tell her you were filming. I do it all the time,” he was grinning at you and you couldn’t help but grin back as you pulled your phone out and shut it off, “atta girl,” he pulled you into his side and gave you an affectionate squeeze that you leaned into , fully aware of how many people were around you, potentially watching. It was a feeling that didn’t really let up. You knew, rationally, that everyone there was focused on their jobs, but you couldn’t help feeling like you were constantly being scrutinised, and not just for your acting. It didn’t help when Seth had to stop recording to fix a problem with the boom mic and, good-humouredly, said, “don’t worry lovebirds, we’ll have her running in a second.” Or that one of the ADs delivered your call sheets for the next day with a, “I always thought you’d be cute together.” And it certainly didn’t help when you turned your phone on at the end of the day to find a series of texts from Felicity each with more exclamation points and capital letters than the last, and a missed call from Mary. “Better call her back,” Ben said, following you towards the carpark. You rolled your eyes, already holding the phone up to your ear listening to it ring. “Y/N, I was just about to try you again,” “Sorry, Mary, I had my phone off while we were recording, what’s the matter?” “Are you free this weekend?” “Um yeah, I think so, why?” “We’d like for you and Ben to go on a date this weekend. Somewhere in London preferably but it’s up to you. You saw the article in Heat? It seems to be going well. The hits your names have got on google have increased and there have been a few tweets about it. Nothing huge, you’re not trending or anything but you’re still relatively unknown so we weren’t expecting that to happen, certainly not overnight. But we think if we get a date story out quickly it’ll really help get people interested.” You rubbed your temple as you tried to process everything she’d just said, “Okay, I’ll talk to him and we’ll organise something. I’ll text you the details once I have them.” “Okay, let me know as soon as you can though. And send Peter the info too.” “Will do. See ya Mary.” “Was that about me?” Ben asked, smiling as he leaned against your car. “You up for a date this weekend? Apparently the first story went well and they want a follow up ASAP.” “Sure, where are we going?” “I don’t know, somewhere around London would apparently be best, but we get to choose. Any thoughts?” He thought for a moment, “This isn’t our first date is it? Like, we’ve said we’ve been on others before, right?” “Yeah, why?” “Well normally for a first date I take girls out for dinner and then, depending on the girl and how the dinner went, either a quiet drink or like a romantic as fuck walk in the park or something.” “That’s pretty standard stuff, Ben,” “Yeah, but in the fiction of us as a couple, this isn’t our first date. This’d be, what?” “Fifth maybe?” “Fifth. So I’m still trying to impress you a bit, but it’s like, more relaxed. We’ve done the dinner date, we’ve done coffee and a movie, we’ve even done the Museum. Now we’re getting into the fun shit.” “Museums don’t count as fun shit?” you chuckled, not sure where his train of thought was taking you. “It’s a bit overdone is all.” “What do you have in mind then?” “There’s this place that runs art classes during the day, right? Life drawing or like painting for beginner's type stuff. But a couple of nights a week they run these art and wine nights. They’ll give you a canvas or a ceramic figure or something like that and some paints and you can have a few drinks and do something arty. I did it with some mates a while ago, had heaps of fun. Seemed like the sort of thing yo- a girl might like to do on a date.” “That definitely sound fun.” “Really? You’re into it?” “Yeah, for sure.” “Okay,” Ben pulled out his phone and began typing, “shall I book us in for the Saturday night ceramics session?” “Go ahead. What time was that, so I can let Mary and Peter know.” “Seven thirty. If we get a cab in a little earlier we can grab something to eat on our way.” “Cool, okay I’ll text them. Is it BYO?” “Yeah. They do sell some stuff but it’s a pretty small selection.” “Okay, well that’s something to look forward to. Anyway, I should be going since I have about a million texts to sort through, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Wait, one thing,” Ben said before you could open your car door, “There’s a few people coming off set now so I’m going to kiss you, okay?” “Thanks for the heads up,” “No worries,” he stepped closer, his hand rising to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly. He took longer to break away than you’d expected, letting the kiss deepen instead, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a good kiss. And if it hadn’t been for Ben and the movie, you would have been severely lacking them recently. Which explained the vague feeling of disappointment that hit you when he did step back.

On your way home your phone beeped with another text from Felicity but you ignored it until you were inside and changed into the comfiest clothes you could find, flopping down on your bed to scroll through what she’d written. They varied from, “omg why didn’t you tell me about this Ben guy?” to “Y/N!!! Answer my texts!!!” all the way up to, “BITCH!!! CALL ME!!!!” She picked up on the first ring. “Where the fuck have you been all day?” “Some of us don’t have office jobs we hate,” you laughed, “I actually had to work, funnily enough, and because we were on location I had to keep my phone off while we recorded.” “Well I’ve been going crazy over here. Imagine my shock when I boot up my computer and open Heat and see your fucking arse being grabbed by your co-star.” “He was not grabbing my arse.” “Close enough. You didn’t tell me how fucking gorgeous he is.” “No, well, I don’t usually think about the people I work with like that, do I?” “Which is why I was so surprised to see you’ve shacked up with one of them.” “It’s not quite that serious.” “One night stands aren’t your usual thing. Definitely not with guys you work with anyway.” “I never said it was a one night stand, just that it wasn’t super serious!” “How many times then?” “We’ve been on like four dates.” “You fuckhead! You mean to tell me you’re actually dating this guy, who by the way looks like he could be a fucking underwear model, and you didn’t think to tell me? No so much as a I got dicked down by a total babe aren’t you jealous message?” “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it if it wasn’t going to go anywhere.” “But still, I’m your best friend, I tell you about every shag I have.” “In graphic detail,” “Exactly.” “Look it’s just a bit weird still. Neither of us have really hooked up with a co-star before and we didn’t want to say anything until we worked out what was happening.” “I guess that makes sense,” you could tell she didn’t mean it, “But, now that it’s out you owe me. I want to hear all about it.” “There’s not much to tell. We became quite good friends during all the pre-production stuff when we were rehearsing and all that. Our director wanted to make sure we clicked and had the right chemistry and stuff, since it’s a romcom and our characters get engaged in the first scene, so we hung out a lot. And then just before filming started he asked me out. Took me to this nice Chinese restaurant. It was fun so we agreed to go out again and it’s sort of just kept going.” “Those photos, was that the first time you’d stayed over at his?” “Second. First time was a couple of weeks ago. The night that led to the photos was just a few drinks after work with some of the others and we ended up ducking out a bit early and wound up at his.” “And?” “And what?” You had a hard time not laughing when you heard her groan. Her eagerness to know every sordid detail made her easy to fuck with, and that made the whole business of being secretive a lot more fun. “And, how was he?” “I mean…y’know,” “Y/N, I swear to god,” “He was good, okay? Really good,” you remembered what Ben had told you to say, trying not to laugh too much while you repeated it, “like, three orgasms good.” “Shit, really?” “Uhuh. And then another in the morning.” Felicity replied with a long whistle, “shit, girl, hold onto that one then. That’s definitely worth any trouble working together could cause." “Believe me, I know. We’re going out again this weekend.” It was surprisingly easy to lie about dating Ben. Though, of course, you weren’t technically lying since you would be going on a date. “Shit man, date five. That’s serious shit. You better tell me everything, in graphic detail.”

When you told Ben about the conversation the next day, admitting you’d spent ages praising his sexual prowess, he laughed and then thanked you, pulling you into a tight bear hug. You thought it was a slight overreaction considering he’d been the one to tell you what to say but his happiness was infectious, and you found yourself smiling more than normal as you hung out between scenes. An attitude which could only help your performance, making people more ready to believe you were a couple. His easy laughter and bright smiles continued until the afternoon when you were telling him more about Felicity and what you’d talked about. “She thinks you’re a keeper and kept telling me not to let you go.” “Your friend knows what she’s talking about.” “Lucky for you I can’t let you go since it’s all written up in a contract,” Ben laughed but when you glanced at him his smile seemed to falter. “You okay?” “Brilliant. Just had a bit of a late night and it’s catching up on me. Think I might try to have a quick nap before we’re needed again.” “I was thinking of grabbing another coffee if you want one?” “Thanks Y/N but I think the nap will do me more good.” “Probably better people don’t see us heading off to a trailer together anyway or they’ll suspect we’re getting up to mischief.” “Very true. I’ll see you a bit later.” “Sleep well!” Ben turned to leave, his smile seeming more forced than earlier. You would have worried except he seemed to be back to normal when he was called for your next scene. And it continued on through the week, his happiness only getting more pronounced the closer it got to the weekend.

You couldn’t quite match his energy on Friday, anxiety over your date getting stronger the closer you got to it. Hanging out at his place had been easy, even if it did include leaving half dressed. All you’d had to do was kiss him which you’d done enough times during filming that it was no longer too odd. But a proper date was something else. It was going to be the first real test you faced, the first time you’d really have to sell yourselves to the public as more than co-stars and more than a hook-up. “Hey are you okay?” “Huh?” “Your jiggling your leg a lot which you only do when something’s worrying you, what is it?” “Oh,” you forced your leg to stop moving, “nothing,” “Is it about our date tonight?” “What if it’s bad? What if we don’t look like we’re actually together and Mary and Pete have to cancel the whole thing?” “I’d get a decent night sleep not thinking about us,” he muttered. “What?” “I’ve been worried about it too,” he said louder, “but I think we’ll be okay. It’s not like we’ll be starved for conversation and we’ll have the paint and the wine and we’ll be fine. Plus, weren’t you the one who said this would be easy?” “Yeah I was,” you said sheepishly, “but -” “No buts. It’ll be a piece of cake. We go and have a good time painting a couple of plates or bowls or whatever, and then hold hands while we head home. They’ll get whatever shots they get, and they’ll spin it so we look like a couple.” “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry,” “It’s okay,” he reached out to rub the back of your hand, smiling softly at you, “the nerves might actually help you look like you’re legit. And worst comes to worst we can always run lines. I’m honestly so much more nervous about shooting that scene tomorrow.” “The one where we’re playing matchmaker?” “Yes! Have you seen how many names are in there?” “Theres like six, Ben,” “Yeah but they’re all repeated, and I know I’m going to get the order wrong,” You giggled and shook your head, “You’re unbelievable,” “Oh whatever,” he pushed your shoulder almost making you overbalance, “Just cos you know the lines already.”

Ben’s efforts to calm you down worked and you got through the rest of the workday without a hitch. Though your stomach was once again tight with nerves in the hours before the date. You spent a solid half hour standing in front of your wardrobe, freshly washed hair slowly dripping down the back of the towel you had wrapped around you, trying to settle on what to wear. When you were finally dressed you checked and rechecked the contents of your purse, and, in a moment of panic, you grabbed the heavily highlighted and notated script pages with the matchmaker scene and shoved them in beside your lipstick and bank card. By the time Ben arrived in an Uber to pick you up, ushering you into the backseat with a kiss on the cheek and a complement about how lovely you looked, you felt like you were on the verge of throwing up. But, once again, Ben’s natural charm eased your mind. The way he talked to you and smiled constantly had your heart rate slowing and your stomach settling within minutes. Even the way he squeezed your hand when he helped you out of the car, and the way he laced his fingers with yours as he led you towards your destination were welcome comforts. “D’you wanna grab something to eat?” Ben asked, stopping on a corner and looking around, annoyed people passing by on both sides. “Uhh, s’pose so.” “Has anyone ever told you you’re indecisive?” “I swear I’m not normally.” “Oh? Do I make you nervous, snookum?” he asked, playfully. “No, you git,” you laughed back, though you found it hard to meet his eyes, “I just don’t know I’m that hungry.” “Well, keep in mind there’ll be wine drinking. Don’t want to do that on an empty stomach.” “Valid argument. What’s nearby?” After some wandering you ended up in a McDonalds, Ben wolfing down a burger while you picked at the fries, not quite certain you’d be able to keep your food down. It was when you were coming out of a bottle shop, Ben holding the wine you’d agreed on, that you spotted the photographer. It was the same one who’d been outside Ben’s house when you stayed over, camera aimed at the two of you. Quietly you nudged Ben. He just wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as you walked. You struggled to not watch the photographer as he followed you towards the art studio, having to keep reminding yourself to pretend he wasn’t there. “Relax,” Ben said softly in your ear, “He’s not important.” You nodded, afraid if you said anything you’d lose the meagre dinner you’d had. Ben’s thumb rubbing over your own gave you something else to focus on, counting each soft, smooth stroke, until you reached the right place.

You weren’t the only couple there, far from it. Most of the claimed tables were taken by pairs sitting close together, hands clasped or laying on thighs as they talked. A few tables held larger groups, double dates maybe or perhaps just friends. You felt a few eyes on you as you found a table close to the clear glass of the shopfront, but they turned away again quickly, more interested in their own little bubbles than yours. You glanced outside to check if the photographer was still there but couldn’t see much more than the reflection of you and Ben. His knee bumped yours under the table as he leaned toward you, pressing a finger to your jaw to turn your head towards him. “Forget the photographer. Forget Mary and Peter. Forget our arrangement. We're just two friends having a fun night out, okay?” “Okay,” “Okay. So what are you thinking of painting then?” He unscrewed the bottle of wine and grabbed one of the glasses you’d been handed on arrival. “Well what are my options?” “Well there’s your classic teacup, mug or plate options. There’s a couple of different jewellery boxes, I think. And then there are the statues, ummm, fairy, dragon, alien. Maybe a princess one, I can’t remember.” “More than I thought there’d be. What were you thinking?” “I did a dragon last time I was here. But I think I’m going to do a mug this time. Need some extras if you’re gonna be staying over more often.” “Maybe we should both do mugs, then? Something we can use at each other’s places.” “Alright, deal. But we can’t look at what the other is painting until they’re done.” “That’s going to be so hard!” you laughed, feeling properly relaxed for the first time all night. “Yeah but it’ll be fun though. Wait here, I’ll go grab us the mugs.” You took the opportunity to look around the room, trying to think of what Ben might like on a mug. There was art everywhere – paintings hanging on walls, examples of what the classes could teach you, decorated ceramics lining windowsills and shelves. Judging by the wildly differing levels of talent displayed, you assumed at least some of them were left behind and never claimed. There were plates decorated with fruit trees and ocean scenes, jugs covered in splatters of different colours, aliens in shimmery blue and princesses with green hair and orange dresses. But nothing that sparked your imagination. The noise of the room was steadily growing as everyone got stuck into their creations. Ben sat down, took a drink and got to work mixing colours. “You know what you’re going to do then?” “I have an idea. But I will warn you I’m not a particularly good artist so it might not look anything like what it’s meant to.” You picked up your blank mug and put it down again, tapping the end of a paintbrush against the table as you tried to come up with an idea. What did Ben like? He liked coffee. And dogs. And his guitar. More than once he’d brought it to set, playing it in his downtime. He’d been embarrassed the first time you mentioned overhearing him as you passed by his trailer, but you’d assured him you’d liked listening to him. You’d had the song stuck in your head for a week afterwards. “Made up your mind, have you?” Ben asked, glancing up from his handiwork as you mixed a pale peach colour. “No peeking,” “I wasn’t peeking. If I’d been peeking, I would have done this,” Ben craned his neck, leaning over to where your mug was. You laughed and pulled the mug closer to you, pushing him away with your other hand. He caught it in his own, taking the paintbrush from you, “Oi, careful with that.” “Oops, sorry,” Ben laughed and kissed your palm before letting you have your hand back, “No harm done. But y’know if you splattered me I’d have no choice but to get payback.” There was no need to reach for the script you’d brought as you and Ben fell into conversation while you painted. He asked if you’d had any more awkward phone calls with your friends and told you about what had happened when his mates had found out. Nothing like the conversation you’d endured, though there’d been plenty of teasing. You had to admonish him for nearly getting paint on your work when he began using the largest brush he had to artistically spray drops of paint over his mug. And then he’d laughed when you paused, admitting out loud that you weren’t actually sure how to paint the thing you’d planned on painting. He’d promised not to peek while you whipped out your phone to look up a reference image, going to far as to cover his eyes just to make sure. Once you gave him the okay he went back to painting, switching to a thinner brush and shushing you so he could concentrate. It was ridiculous how cute he looked, tongue between his teeth, bent over the mug as he slowly outlined the design. You shook your head to clear the thought and went back to your own work.

“Okay, I’m done. You wanna see now?” “Yes, absolutely. Unless you think we should wait until after they’ve been glazed?” “Fuck that, we can’t pick them up for a couple of days, I wanna show you now.” “Alright, show me then,” you put down your brush, focusing all your attention onto the mug in Ben’s hands. The base coat was a light purple, with splatters of darker purple over top. Slowly he turned the mug to show you the design on the front. It bore a slightly wonky engagement ring, similar to the one his character gave yours in the movie. On either side of the ring, in thin, not quite straight lettering, was the words we’re really good at this dating thing. You smiled as soon as you read the quote from the script, “I love it, Ben” “Thought it was kind of fitting,” he chuckled, “plus it’ll be a nice little souvenir once the movie wraps.” “That was a fun scene to shoot. Best proposal I’ve ever had.” Ben smiled and carefully turned his mug back towards him, “Best proposal I’ve ever given,” He seemed to be about to say something but stopped himself, shaking his head. You lowered your voice, “Promise I’ll get to keep it after we break up?” “Promise,” Ben said, matching your level and leaning in close, “Until then maybe you can use it as a reminder whenever you feel anxious about this whole dating thing.” “Thanks, I will.” You were suddenly very aware of how softly you were speaking, how close you were sitting, leaning in to hear each other over the rest of the room, and for a split second you thought he was going to kiss you again. But then the moment passed, the noise of the room intruding as Ben leaned back in his seat, “So do I get to see mine?” “Uh, it’s not quite done,” you said, picking up your brush again, the moment gone, “give me another couple of minutes.” “Masterpieces take time, I get it,” “This is by no stretch a masterpiece,” “I’ll be the judge of that thanks very much,” Ben turned to look out over the room while you tried to finish your painting without smudging anything, occasionally making comments about other people there or the art that decorated the room. You took one last look at what you’d painted, the guitar with the words stun gun lullaby written in cursive beside it, “Alright, I’m done now, you can look. Careful, some of it’s still wet.” Ben gently took hold of the handle and turned the mug so the design faced him. He broke out into a grin and you felt relieved that he liked it. “It’s definitely a masterpiece. For someone who didn’t know how to draw a guitar you’ve done an incredible job. And how did you know that’s one of my favourite songs?” “Is it? It's just the song I overheard you playing that one time. I thought that line was a good one for a mug. Nice and short so I didn’t have to paint too much.” “This is definitely my new favourite mug.” “Oh stop it.” “And hey, they kind of match.” You laughed when he pointed out the similarities, “Guess they do. Y’know that’d make a pretty cute Instagram post.” “You going to tag me as my mug?” “Of course. You could post a photo and tag me in it too,” “I don’t know. I don’t really post much personal stuff online.” “Well at least comment on mine,” “I can do that.”

After you’d taken a decent photo and posted it online you cleaned up, handed your mugs over to the woman running the night’s activity and stepped back out into the night. There was no sign of the photographer anywhere and you supposed he’d got what he needed and then left. Still, Ben grabbed your hand as you walked back up the street, just in case you’d missed the photographer in the crowd. “Guess that means we don’t have to worry about going home together,” you said, nudging Ben. “Guess not,” his lips quirked down in a soft frown.” “What is it?” “Nothing, nothing, just...feels kind of weird to just end the date here, I guess,” he scratched the back of his head and laughed, “Normally I’d offer to give you a lift home. Or at least give you a good night kiss, but I guess that’s not really needed now.” “Well, it’s like you said, we’re just friends having a fun night out. We could share a ride home though, if you wanted. You live near enough to mine it wouldn’t matter.” “Nah, don’t worry about it. I actually might go grab something to eat, don’t think that burger was quite enough. See you on Monday?” “Oh, yeah, okay, see you Monday.” There was a pause, both of you hesitating and then Ben gave you a much too quick hug before he walked off, disappearing into the crowd. You sighed and hailed a passing cab, spending the whole ride home wondering what the hell had just happened. But you pushed it from your mind once you were home, going through your usual nightly routine and very deliberately thinking of anything other than Ben. It didn’t help much. You still dreamt about him. Dreamt about the goodnight kiss you’d missed out on.

When you woke you had to laugh at yourself. You were sure that, had you binged a few episodes of a tv show or read something before you’d gone to bed you would have dreamt about it instead. Brains were suggestable like that. When you felt awake enough you rolled over and grabbed your phone finding a text from Ben and one from Felicity and an email from Mary. You opened Mary’s first, skimming over it and vowing to look at it properly once you had a coffee in your system. Ben’s was much easier to understand, a short message to say he had fun last night and that he’d pick the mugs up on his way to work on Monday. Felicity’s was just a series of question marks. You sent back a short response saying the date had been a lot of fun. It wasn’t enough and she was bound to come back at you asking for more details, but it would have to satisfy her. Slowly you got out of bed and made yourself a coffee, setting your laptop up next to you at the kitchen counter so you could try to read Mary’s email again. There was some information about some scripts she was going to send you, a couple of potential future roles, but the majority of the email was about you and Ben. She’d already seen the photos, apparently, and some of them would be run in the coming week’s magazine while others were being put online. She’d also seen the Instagram post and commended you for thinking of it. Another date would have to be organised, but it was better to wait until the next weekend or even the one after, so as not to fatigue the public.

So you and Ben fell into the routine of it. An email from one or other of your agents sometimes as vague as just telling you to organise a date, sometimes much more specific in what they wanted you to be doing, then the date itself, and in between work where you played up the romance as much as possible. You got good at pretending to stay over at each other's places, often just hanging out watching TV or running lines until the photographer called it a night and you were free to leave. Once or twice you’d opted to sleep in your own bed but get up early and head over to Ben’s for the required morning after shots but that process got old very quickly so you ended up actually staying over more and more. There was one day when your period came unexpectedly while you were at Ben’s. You were halfway through asking him to take you home when he offered to run to the store for you instead. “No, no, you don’t have to go out of your way like that, I’ve got plenty at home I just didn’t think I’d need any today.” “Y/N, I promise, it’s no trouble. I feel bad I don’t have anything here for you already. Been a while since I’ve lived with a girl and it didn’t even cross my mind. Seriously, it’ll take me two minutes.” When you still weren’t convinced he continued, “Plus, if I go we won’t ruin Peter and Mary’s plan for today. And the Paps can get a shot of me staring at boxes of tampons like a good caring boyfriend. It’ll help our image.” “Oh alright, as long as you don’t mind.” He was out the door a second later and back within ten minutes, though you did get a call from him at the shop, asking what brand you preferred. Once he was home, he made you a cup of tea, gave you a painkiller and, after checking you didn’t mind, cuddled up with you on the couch, teasingly calling you his cuddle bunny as he pulled you back against his chest. You almost complained, almost cited Rule 5, but it wasn’t so bad. Some might even go so far as to call it cute. It was better than snookum at any rate.

The dates themselves got easier after the first. You knew what to expect now so it wasn’t as nerve wracking as before. And Ben was always fun to be around, your list of inside jokes steadily growing as he became the one person you spent the most time with. You let yourselves relax a bit. On your third date Ben’s arm stayed glued around your waist as you walked around the zoo, only losing contact when a lemur jumped on his shoulder and you stepped back to take a photo. It wasn’t low enough to violate the rules you’d put in place but his hand was dangerously close to falling below your belt, and it was definitely something you would have put a stop to when you first started the charade. The Instagram posts had got more frequent too, though Ben still refused to post anything to his own profile. But he commented on everything you posted whether it involved him or not. And people were buying it. You’d been moved from page 15 to page 13 and then to page 10 in the magazines. You both picked up more followers online as your photos were shared across Twitter and Facebook and Tumblr. There were some downsides like rude comments and nasty messages but mostly they were easy to ignore. Worse were the phone calls and messages from family members and friends asking when they’d get to meet Ben. He’d had to fend off his own family as well, but you both stuck to Rule 4, making up excuses and promising it would happen eventually, but it just wasn’t possible right now. But your biggest problem was the issue of intimacy. It wasn’t the lack of sex itself, that was easily managed. It was that Ben had started to intrude on your fantasies. You’d be there with your fingers or your toys and suddenly it was Ben’s voice you were thinking of, Ben’s hands, Ben’s teeth and tongue and chest. Ben’s name falling from your lips. And you knew it was just because you were pretending to date him, on and off set. It was the dumb suggestable brain thing again. The thoughts were only there because you were pretending to be in love with him and usually sex was tied up with love or at least relationships. And really, you hadn’t been attracted to anyone much lately because you hadn’t been looking because you’d been pretending to be attracted to Ben so it’s really no wonder you’re brain got all confused and mixed him into those other thoughts. The first time you saw him after it first happened you wondered if he could tell, a slightly flustered awkwardness hanging over you. But it wasn’t worth mentioning to anyone. You just vowed to push him out of your mind as much as you could.

Nearly two months later you found yourselves back in the office where the idea of pretending to date was first floated. With filming drawing to a close Mary and Peter were keen to check in with you. The first thing either of them said when you and Ben turned up is how well the story was going. “Projections have the sales for this movie increased by five percent, just because of your relationship and that number is expected to grow as we get closer to release,” Mary spoke fast though whether that was excitement at the boosted numbers or just a busy schedule rushing her along you weren’t sure. “What happens now?” Ben asked, “I mean, since we won’t be filming together anymore after this week,” “That’s exactly why we wanted to talk with you both today,” Peter opened a pocket notebook and thumbed through a couple of pages, “so not much will change but we may occasionally need to balance out the loss of on set photos with shots of you out and about together. Nothing stressful and all very easily staged. You probably wouldn’t even need to be out for more than an hour or so at a time. People have been loving the domestic sort of photos you’ve been putting online, Y/N, that one of you using the coffee mugs you painted was especially good. So we’d like a few more of those sorts of moments. The two of you grocery shopping or walking a dog, do either of you have a dog? No? Hmmm, we could hire a dog and write a story about you sitting for a friend. We’ll put a pin in that for now. But yes, just some candid shots of you walking around London and doing regular everyday things together.” “We’ll also need to schedule the argument soon. We’re thinking somewhere within the first two weeks of filming being over. It means we can run speculation about whether the relationship is on the rocks now that you aren’t working together anymore. We’ll see how things go this week and make some decisions later, but we’ll give you plenty of warning before you have to perform it. Obviously, it has to be scheduled so we can guarantee someone will get photos but we need it to seem as natual as possible so we’ll leave the specifics of the argument up to you.” You nodded along but Ben had more questions. “What does this mean for any jobs we might be looking at taking after this movie wraps?” “You can still take on whatever roles you want provided they’re filming here. It’s harder to keep you in the public eye if you’re separated and while the drama of a long-distance relationship might be interesting at first, it’s not sustainable.” “If it was filming somewhere else in the UK we could maybe organise something. We’d have to look into it and see if it was possible to stick to our same plan but just shift the location. Maybe have a weekend visit angle to it, Y/N flies out to see Ben, Ben comes home to see Y/N, that kind of thing.” “Leave it with us Ben and we’ll get back to you on the logistics of it all.” “Oh, that’s okay, I don’t have anything set in stone, I was just curious.” “Is there anything else you have questions about?” “No, I don’t think so,” He looked towards you. “No, I’m all good.” “Okay, well, if you think of anything you can message us any time.” “Really, though, this is going very well. It’s already paying off but we need to keep the momentum during the post-production phase, so we need you both to be committed to this.” “We are.” “Unbelievably committed,” Ben added.

You and Ben left the meeting joking about potential arguments you could have and for the rest of the day, whenever you passed each other in the halls or had a moment alone you’d try to one up each other's suggestions. It was a good way to keep your spirits up even though the end of filming was fast approaching. One by one each cast member recorded their last scenes, saying an emotional thank you to the crew when the director called cut. You and Ben were the last to finish since you were the leads. A small pillow talk scene that you could do in your sleep. It was a nice way to end it, lying in bed with Ben’s arms around you, even with the heat of the studio lights. While you were waiting for the cameras to be positioned you and Ben joked around with the crew that were flitting around angling mics and adjusting set decorations. “Hey, Seth,” Ben said suddenly, “can you pass me my phone. I think we need to document this moment. What d’you say, cuddle bunny?” You laughed and poked him in the side but agreed. Ben stuck his arm straight up into the air, trying to angle the camera just right but he couldn’t quite get the photo to take without blurring. Seth took pity on you and offered to take the photo himself, allowing you and Ben to snuggle in close. “If you post it on Insta you better credit me,” Set laughed, turning it round to show you. “I’ll do that,” He said with a smile, “It’s pretty cute, I think I have to post it.” “Really?” you asked, surprised he’d volunteer to do such a thing. Ben didn’t have a chance to respond because everything was ready to go. Seth put the phone back away so you could film the scene, laughing in between takes until everyone was satisfied. “That’s a wrap on Ben Hardy and Y/N Y/L/N everybody,” A round of applause started as you pushed yourself to sit up, trying to stop yourself from welling up. “And that’s a wrap on The Perfect Match.” The applause continued and Ben pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You had to say a few words but you managed to get through it, and Ben’s little speech, without completely losing it. Afterwards, as people packed up the equipment and you headed back to your trailers to change, Ben pulled out his phone again. “I guess I should post that photo now, how’s this caption,” he said each word slowly as he typed it out, “Thank you Y/N for being the perfect Edith to my Andy. And thank you @theperfectmatchmovie for finding me my perfect match.” “Did you tag me?” “Of course,” “Did you tag Seth?” “Uhhhh, camera emoji by @seththesoundman. Now I have,” “Then it’s perfect. Little bit cheesy but I’ll let it slide.” “I’ll post another lot of photos with everyone else later and write a longer thing about how much fun this movie was and all of that, but I think this’ll do for the minute. Mary and Peter better fucking appreciate it.”

That evening most of the cast and crew headed out for drinks at the local pub. The official party would come later but everyone needed to get out and celebrate for an evening. You and Ben stayed for a few hours, Ben getting a little more clingy with each drink he finished. You limited yourself to only a couple. Ben wasn’t going to be able to drive so you decided to fall on that sword, switching to water quite early on. When he reached the point of intoxication that had him constantly complementing everyone you decided to call it a night, taking a final lap to say goodnight to everyone. There were a few wolf whistles and slurred comments about getting some as you left, Ben’s arm around your waist and his laugh in your ear, but you waved them off and led Ben out to your car. “C’mon Benny boy, I’ll drop you home.” “What about my car?” “Well you’ll have to come get it in the morning, won’t you.” He hummed and lay his head against the back of the seat, chatting animatedly as you made the trip to his. You wished him goodnight as he got out of the car and watched him make his way up to his front door. There he paused, patting his pockets. “Everything alright? You called out to him. “I don’t have any keys,” he laughed, turning around to come back to the car. “You fucking goon, did you leave them at the pub?” “Guess so,” he shrugged, “Can I crash at yours?” “Get in,” “Thanks cuddle bunny, you’re the best” You rolled your eyes, “Guess this means I’ll be your taxi tomorrow, running you around to find your keys and your car,” “That’s what girlfriends are for,” “If you say so.”

Once at yours you headed to the kitchen to make tea, Ben following to grab a glass of water and a snack. He knew where you kept everything by now, making himself a sandwich with whatever he found in your fridge, and then carrying it out to the couch. By the time the teas were made Ben already had Netflix queued up, ready to play the next episode of the series you’d started watching together. Nearly Twenty minutes into the episode Ben’s phone dinged. “Ah shit,” he said as he glanced at it, “forgot I said I’d call Joe. Do you mind if we pause the ep? We’re trying to organise travel stuff for him and it’s easier if we talk it through rather than texting it all.” “Sure,” “I promise I won’t be long.” “Take your time, it’s fine,” you were already reaching for your laptop. Ben smiled at you before ducking out of the room. You head him walking down the hall, footsteps fading as he got further away. For a while you just enjoyed the quiet as you checked your emails and social media profiles but after commenting on the photo Ben had posted and replying to a few messages from people you knew there wasn’t really much left to do. You drummed your fingers on your keyboard trying to think of another website you could visit. There was still no sign of Ben and you didn’t want to continue the show without him so you stood up, stretched, and headed back to the kitchen to grab some chocolate from the stash you kept. You were just about to shut the fridge when you heard Ben’s voice coming from the other side of the wall. Your spare room where he’d clearly gone to make his phone call. “Yeah, Joe, I fucking know. But I don’t have much choice.” He sounded more sober than he had when he’d got up. There was a pause as Joe spoke and then you heard Ben again. “I don’t know what I was thinking getting into this mess…..Yeah maybe. Doesn’t really matter though now does it…. What’s that supposed to mean? I can’t just call it quits now, the story is doing too well and Peter has assured me that the numbers are promising or whatever I don’t really know how they measure it. All I know is that people are going to see the movie because of us.” There was a long pause. You quietly shut the fridge and took a step back towards the doorway. This was not a conversation you should be listening in to. But then Ben spoke again, and curiosity got the better of you. “It doesn’t matter Joe. It doesn’t matter how I feel.” He laughed but it was completely devoid of humour, “Of course it sucks. It’s fucking shit, man. I just keep waiting for her to tell me she feels the same but it’s not happening…... No, I know it’s completely one sided…..No, I don’t think she knows. She wouldn’t have wanted to do it in the first place if she knew…. I just wish things were different. I love being around her and being able to hold her and kiss her but it fucking sucks that it’s only in public….. I don’t know. Maybe not filming together will ma-” You could feel your cheeks burning as you tiptoed back towards the lounge room, not quite sure what to do with yourself. You paced back and forth for a moment before deciding to go to the bathroom, at least then Ben couldn’t walk in on you as you tried to process it. You let the door shut loudly behind you, hoping that if Ben had heard movement he’d think you’d just got up to use the loo. He couldn’t know you’d overheard him. You leaned against the sink and tried to make sense of what you’d heard. Ben couldn’t have a crush on you, he just couldn’t. But it was the only thing he could have been talking about. What the fuck did that mean for your arrangement? What the fuck were you meant to do now?

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ahhhhhhh #ya'll im so excited about this series #i have all the chapters planned out #i have all the titles planned out #i wrote a short synopsis of the film they're making #so that i can reference it throughout the fic and be consistent in what the scenes might be #god can ben please just make a romcom now #i want it more than anything in the world

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