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Star Crossed Lovers (Pt. 2)

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 4.6k

Synopsis: Reader and Az are in love but have a falling out bc Az self sabotages. Rhys and Cass play matchmaker. Reader sneaks into his room on solstice; they have a heart to heart and a groin to groin :)

Warnings: Smut.

(Part 1)

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Fall.

Flipping through your book, you basked in the life found on the pages. These days, you’d made a habit of walking the streets of Velaris when night fell, seeking the cold to contest the numbness inside. A phantom amongst the citizens; the biting wind your companion, the night sky your witness. Today, you found yourself stumbling into the bookstore you frequented with Azriel before your fallout.

You hadn’t seen him since that summer night in the Day Court mansion. A room with less rigid walls than those enclosing your heart. A desk that went from barrier to brace. A hazel-eyed prince amongst males with his head between your thighs—

You shuddered. It haunted you in the most delicious way. Shelving the book, you made your way to the shop exit.

“Y/N?”

The familiar voice had you halting, turning. Cassian and Rhys were in the foyer, looking just as surprised to see you.

Before you could offer a greeting, Cassian came bounding over. He enveloped you in a crushing embrace, lifting you. You laughed at his affection, hugging him back just as tightly. “Hi, Cass.”

“Where’ve you been hiding?” he asked, setting you on your feet. He looked down at your figure, brows pinching at your visible weight loss.

“Nowhere, I’ve just been—uh, I’ve been busy, you know, with writing and stuff.” You gave your most convincing smile.

Rhys approached you, opening his arms to you. “How’ve you been?” he hugged you warmly, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ve been good. How’ve you guys been?”

“Everyone’s good, we missed you these past few weeks,” Cassian said.

Rhys looked you over, his concern concealed as poorly as Cassian’s was.

You shifted beneath their assessments. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We bought some books for Nesta for Solstice,” Rhys said.

Cassian silently offered his arm, turning to exit. “So, Y/N,” he drawled.

You laughed, taking his arm. “Yes, Cassian?” you smiled up at him as he led you out of the shop, Rhys following suit.

Cassian smiled lovingly. “Everything going okay, sweetheart?”

You blushed. “Yes, everything is good.”

He hummed, skeptical. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you laughed. “I’m fine.”

He dropped his charming demeanour. “Did you leave Damian? Is that what’s bothering you?”

“No, we’re still together.” A deep breath. “He, um, he asked me to marry him, actually.”

Cassian’s eyes widened, his stride halting. “What?” He faced you. “Did you say yes?”

“I—I said I’d think about it.” The brothers swapped a troubled glance before facing you again. “What?” you asked.

Rhys gave a contemplative look. “Are you…happy with him?”

“Yeah. I’m—I’m happy.” They stared blankly, making you laugh at the blatant disbelief. “I am, guys. Really.”

“Sure you are,” Cassian jested. “You look like a ghost, Y/N. I don’t know if that’s my idea of nuptial bliss.”

“Why does this sound so familiar,” Rhys broke into a sly smile.

Cassian caught onto the insinuation. “You’re right, Rhysie. This is the type of delusion Az was spewing before he left his girl.”

Your jaw dropped, making both brothers grin. “What?”

“Yeah, kid. Az broke up with his girlfriend. Did that jackass really not tell you?” Cassian added.

“When?”

“Before the summer,” Rhys said.

Before the summer.

Before the fucking summer.

That means he’d been single when he saw you in the Day Court when he—

“You good, Y/N?” Cassian’s shit-eating grin brought you back to reality.

You cleared your throat. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Rhys’s smile persisted, the bastard clearly enjoying this.

“Come to think of it, I really need to head home to Nesta. You need to go too, don’t you Rhys?”

“Oh, yes. Look at the time,” Rhys said, making no move to look at the time.

You glared, sensing a conspiracy at hand. “What are you two bats—”

“So,” Cassian cut you off. “You’re coming to Solstice, right?”

“I—yes.”

Cassian squinted, unconvinced.

You laughed. “Yeah, I’ll be there. But what’s going—”

“You’d better be,” Rhys supplemented.

“Is that a command?” you laughed.

“Now it is,” he smiled devilishly.

Cassian suddenly grinned at something behind you. You sensed who it was.

Azriel was here.

“Hey, Az,” Rhys said casually, hands in his pockets.

“Is everything okay?” Azriel asked. “I winnowed in as fast as I could.”

“Everything’s fine. False alarm.” Rhys winked at you. You glared, then turned to finally face Azriel.

You stared abashedly at him. His assessing gaze swept down your figure and back up, looking for whatever harm Rhys must’ve told him about mind-to-mind. When his eyes met your gaze, you didn’t miss the tension in his jaw.

You knew exactly where his mind went because that’s where yours had been dwelling previously. Where it often wandered. Your face burned.

“Azriel, would you be a dear and walk sweet Y/N home?” Rhys drawled from behind you.

“I—yes, of course,” Azriel answered.

You turned to take in your traitorous High Lord. “Perfect. All settled, then. You two have just a splendid evening.” One final wink before the pair shot to the sky, grinning like fiends.

You turned back to face your companion.

“Azriel,” you breathed.

“Y/N. Are you alright?”

No. “Yes. I—yes, I’m fine. I don’t know what Rhys told you.”

His eyes glinted. “He said you needed me.”

“Oh.” You shifted on your feet like you could squirm away from the truth in those words. Azriel looked healthier than the last you saw him. “How are you?” you tried.

“I’m doing okay.”

You nodded. The tension was stifling.

“What about you?”

“I’m good,” you said.

Another beat of silence. “You look well,” he said.

You laughed genuinely. “I think we’re beyond dishonesty.”

The knowing glint in his eyes made you blush. “Okay, fine,” he indulged. “You’ve seen better days.”

You laughed again, relaxing. “Don’t enjoy it too much.”

He shook his head. “Never.” He swallowed. “Let me walk you home, yeah?”

Something tugged at your chest. You allowed yourself the small amnesty. “Okay.”

Silence befell as you walked side by side, but the politeness of the encounter was too strange to ignore. You didn’t know how to act, what was too comfortable now that you’ve shared such a vulnerability with him, confessions and intimacy that only he and you knew about. It’d been not only a physical release but also an emotional one from the anger you’d used as shields; a resentment you’ve outgrown.

“Azriel?”

“Yes?”

Baby steps. “How’d you know I was published?”

He smiled mischievously. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Tell me.”

He didn’t say anything, making you scoff and roll your eyes. So insufferable.

“You got something you’d like to say?”

Yes. “Nope.”

“Yeah? Because you seem like you’re holding back.”

Always. “Nothing.”

“You sure?”

It should’ve been us. “I’m sure.”

“If you say so,” he still smiled.

A comfortable hush fell. Perhaps honesty was the best approach while you were in this…purgatory with him.

“Azriel?”

“Yeah?” he said, endlessly patient with you, relishing his name on your lips like a prayer.

I miss you. You swallowed. “Is this how it’s gonna be between us forever?”

“I don’t know,” he answered thoughtfully.

You walked in silence for another block before you came up on the Townhouse street.

“You wanna know something?” he asked, halting his stride. You stopped walking, facing him.

“What?”

He gave a soft smile. “I’ve, uh—I’ve been working on myself.”

“How so?”

“I started seeing the counsellor that works with the priestesses.”

A pleasant shock warmed you. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t stop the words that came next. “Wow. I’m proud of you.”

Fondness softened his eyes. “Thank you.”

You offered back the same small smile. You both stared at each other, trying to make the moment last.

“Okay,” you said, taking a step back. “I’ll, uh, see you around, then. Thank you for walking me home.”

“Of course,” he inclined his head, staying where he was on the sidewalk.

Before you turned to walk the final stretch home, you considered your next words. “Az.”

“Yes, angel.”

“I don’t—um, I don’t want it to be weird between us.”

The expectant look widening his eyes squeezed your heart.

“Maybe—maybe we can be friends again,” you said quietly. Maybe we can be okay. Speaking the words reopened the wound in your chest.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to think those words before, let alone hope to have him at that capacity again. You didn’t know what you expected him to say, hugging your stomach. Azriel frowned, eyes searching yours. “I don’t know if…I can do that.”

His words stunned you. “You can’t?”

“I mean—I don’t know if it’ll ever be honest,” he said gently. “I don’t know if I can go back.”

You stared wide-eyed, trying to keep the pain contained, lost for words. It’s always rejection with him.

Azriel’s brows pinched at your vulnerability, at your visible pain. “You’re breaking my heart.”

You frowned. Why was every interaction with him a pendulum swing from one extreme emotion to another? Why does it have to be this hard? He watched as tears welled in your eyes, chin trembling.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” He finally broke the physical barrier between you two, stepping forward and gently cradling your face in his hands, wiping your tears as they fell. You wanted nothing more than to envelop into his arms, but you couldn’t, so you settled for his wrists. “I’m sorry,” he spoke soothingly. “I’ll be your friend, angel.”

“It’s hard, Az,” you hiccupped. You eyes fell shut, savouring his warmth.

“I know,” he breathed. “We’ll be okay.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

You tried schooling your emotions. He didn’t move, letting you take your time until the tears finally abated. No one had such a hold over your emotions as he did, but you gladly surrendered that claim. One final shuddering breath calmed you down. You then gently lowered his hands from your face, regretfully releasing his wrists.

You took him in, getting your fill. Friends again, you reminded yourself. Friends don’t yearn.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

You shook your head. “It’s okay. Maybe I… who knows.”

He squinted, tilting his head. “What does that mean?”

You shrugged, feeling a weight lift off your chest. “I don’t know just yet. We’ll see.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Sounds hopeful.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “I’ll see you around, Azriel.”

He just gave a small smile, inclining his head and winnowing away.

Despite the heaviness of the interaction, you felt clear-headed. Felt the stifled flame of inspiration alight again at the hands of your Illyrian muse.

When you made it inside, you found yourself writing for the first time in months.

iii. Star crossed lovers

Desire in corporeal form walking streets when it should be soaring home to you. You’ve brought my soul knocking, a poltergeist rattling between ribs, stardust in a skeleton. You are mine and I am yours.

Still, I listen. Still, I hurt. Still, I hope.

Winter

You lounged on the couch in the House of Wind watching your family interact, satiated as your drink warmed you up inside. Despite asking you to come, everyone had been pleasantly surprised when you arrived. It’d taken a few days to convince yourself to go, but in the new spirit of taking care of yourself, you’d decided to make an appearance.

It’d been both a disappointment and a relief discovering Azriel’s absence. He’s always away these days, Cassian had murmured to you when he saw you silently scouting the room.

Mor smiled at you from where she sat next to you. “I’m really happy you came.”

You smiled back. “I’m happy I came too. I missed you all.”

“You’re glowing,” she said, eyes bright.

“I’ve been… healing,” you blushed sheepishly.

Mor nodded in understanding. “I’m glad I get to have my friend back,” she squeezed your shoulder.

It was late into the night when things quieted down and sleep began overtaking your friends. You relished in the peace after a year of loneliness and self-imposed isolation. As Rhys took Feyre’s hand and began leading her away, Feyre turned to you. “Stay the night, Y/N. Cassian’s too drunk to fly you back to the Townhouse.”

You laughed.

“Your room’s all ready,” Rhys added.

“Okay,” you agreed. Everyone retired one by one, then you finally ventured up to your old room. You took your time, relishing the feeling of being back at the House, how natural it felt to be amongst your loved ones.

When you made it back into your room, you breathed in the woodsy smell, watching the snowfall outside. The longest night of the year; that'd been how the past months of hurting felt like, but now the darkness didn’t seem so hopeless. Baby steps.

You crossed the threshold. True to Rhys’s word, the room was as you’d last seen it. You took in the familiar space—

There was a gift placed on your bed.

You approached it. A package beautifully wrapped in brown paper. Your heart raced, knowing who’d take the time to do something this intimate despite the lack of writing attaching it to a person. You unwrapped it.

Inside was a vintage leather-bound writing journal. The leather was embossed with your name; an artistic print encircled three mountains, a star above each mountain and the Sidra below. Velaris.

Opening it, your heart swelled upon finding the note on the first page.

Beloved beyond measure

In every language. Every lifetime.

I hear the silent words you speak.

Yours truly. Yours always.

You reread the words over and over, letting them warm you inside. Placing the gift on your nightstand, you reached for your own secret package that you’d intended for Azriel. You padded through the corridor to his room, faelight in hand to light the way. At his door, you drew a deep breath. Everything felt new and old at the same time. Before you could turn the doorknob, you paused; though no sound could be heard from within, shadows seeped out from beneath the door, drifting gently around your ankles.

It was too late to turn back when the doorknob turned, and the door opened.

“Oh,” you breathed. “Azriel.”

“Y/N.”

“I was just—I was going to leave your gift inside,” you said shyly, breaking his gaze. You shifted on your feet. “Thank you for the gift, by the way. It was—thank you.”

When you looked back up into his eyes, he was smiling fondly. “Would you like to come in?” he asked lowly.

You held his gaze for a moment, then nodded. He stepped aside, allowing you to pass by him and enter his dimly lit room. As he closed the door behind you, memories of the last time you’d been in a room alone flashed before your eyes. Know that I love you, Y/N. Always. Azriel came to stand before you once more. You extended your wrapped gift to him, unsure what words to say.

Azriel unwrapped the gift. He beheld the hardcover book titled Star Crossed. His eyes flashed to yours.

“It’s, um, a limited-edition book I published. For you.”

“For me?”

You nodded. “It’s…the only copy.”

His face softened, brows turning up. The smile that overtook his face was devastating. He opened the cover to find the last of your messages in the dedication.

iv. Star crossed lovers

I surrender to this truth til the stars wink out and the shadows slumber. In the place between dreams and consciousness, I hear the answer. You are mine and I am yours.

To whatever end.

“Read it later,” you said sheepishly, closing it before he got the chance. You weren’t prepared to face the vulnerability that came with seeing him read your confession.

“Okay,” he smiled sweetly in understanding. You were still in your dress from the evening. Az was in a plain black t-shirt and pants.

“You didn’t come to solstice,” you said.

He nodded. “I heard Cass say you might be coming. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

You frowned. “I’m not uncomfortable around you, Az.”

He shrugged, smiling. “I wasn’t certain.” His eyes raked down your figure. “You look really healthy.”

You nodded, smiling. “The last time I saw you, you said you began taking better care of yourself.”

He nodded, urging you on.

“I started doing the same,” you finished.

Azriel’s lovely smile deepened. “I’m glad to hear that, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

“Stop stealing my lines.”

He chuckled. “You copied me.”

“How?” you laughed.

“Trying to leave a gift in my room like I did with yours.”

“Whatever, Az.”

He still smiled. “But I am proud of you.”

Your heart swelled. “Thank you.” A beat of silence underneath his intense gaze. “How’s the counselling going?”

“It’s good.” He cleared his throat. “I receive love in abundance. I deserve fulfilling relationships. Real love starts with me,” he deadpanned.

You stared blankly. “I…sorry, what?”

He grinned. “I’m kidding. But it is good. It’s been really helpful actually. Those are affirmations I’m supposed to believe.”

You returned his smile. “Good. Because they’re all true.”

The loaded look he gave you made you blush. He huffed a laugh. The two of you were still standing near his door. A distinct feeling of juvenility made you bite back a smile, like adolescents navigating new territory. You found Azriel watching you fondly, pink staining his high cheekbones. “Maybe we should sit,” he said nodding to the armchairs.

“Will you also serve me tea?” you trailed his hulking form.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he said, comfortably stretching his long legs before him.

“Good. I’d like the Dead Trove please.”

He laughed richly. “Right. No problem at all.”

“Cass told me you’re away most of the time these days,” you said more seriously.

Azriel nodded. “Being busy prevents ruminating thoughts.”

“Ah, yes.” Though the thought of him needing distractions from being in his head stung.

His throat bobbed. “I heard you’re getting married.”

You recognized his carefully crafted mask of stoicism. You couldn’t help your small smile. “Actually, I, um, I left him.”

Azriel’s face lit up, making your heart swell. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well.” He broke out into a grin, making you laugh at his unabashed reaction.

Speaking of which—“Az, why didn’t you tell me you’d broken up with your girlfriend?”

His smile faded. “I didn’t want you to think I felt like my breakup obligated you to do the same. I didn’t want you to think I felt…owed anything.” He took a deep breath. “It was also because I felt like I deserved the…feelings I had while you were with someone else for hurting you.”

You frowned. “What feelings.”

He smiled grimly. “Pain. I learned that I had self-sabotaging tendencies and I self inflict punishments on myself. I’m working through all that.”

His honesty was deeply touching as it was painful. “You don’t deserve pain or punishment, Az,” you said quietly.

“I’m learning that now,” he said.

You took a deep breath. “Well. It seems our foursome’s down to two.”

Azriel laughed. “Looks like it’s just you and me, now.”

You smiled. “Just you and me.”

As you took each other in contently, the words he wrote in his gift to you renewed your courage. Beloved beyond measure. You took a deep breath. “What you said to me the last time I saw you…”

��I said a lot of things,” his mouth tipped up cheekily.

You held his gaze, steeling your nerves. “You said you…loved me.” In this life and all the rest, his words echoed.

“What about it?” he still smiled, unphased like he was discussing the weather.

“Do you…do you still feel that way?”

His smile faded, gaze intense. “Yes, Y/N. I do.”

Your throat tightened. “You love me?”

“I love you.” Azriel stood and walked over to where you remained seated, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. You tipped your head back to look up at him as tears pooled in your eyes. He cupped your face in his hands, looking down at you with such softness it broke your heart. “I missed you so much, pretty girl.”

You turned your face to place kisses into the palm of his hand, cradling his hands with your own. “I missed you too, Az,” you rasped. He tugged you to stand, and you complied. He didn’t step back, so you were flush with his body, bracing your hands on his chest. His hands bracketed your waist, pulling you even closer to his torso. You stared into his face, savouring the closeness, the openness; you traced your fingers over his brow bone, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his mouth.

He was living art.

You began shaking. “Azriel,” you breathed.

“Yes, angel.”

“I love you too,” you whispered with all your courage.

Relief pulled his brows. His gaze travelled all over your face, breath fanning your cheeks as he leaned in closer. Too slowly. You stood on your tiptoes and closed the distance, kissing him. Azriel immediately held your head and kissed you deeper, making your limbs go slack. His soft mouth moved with yours, and your hands roamed through his hair, neck, back, shoulders—unable to get enough of him. He only broke off to gasp for air, but you remained breathless despite the lungful you heaved in. Gone was any trace of his laidback saunter and charisma from before. His eyes were wild, hair tousled from your hands, and he leaned forward like you were oxygen.

He kissed you again, hands now travelling down your form. When they reached your hips, you tugged on his shoulders. He understood your cue, cupping the backs of your thighs and hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist. You kept kissing him as he walked over to his bed.

Despite the emotional release, he slowed down, placing you onto his bed with such gentleness it nearly tightened your throat again. You scooted back on his bed, giving him space to move closer. He stopped when you were knee-to-knee. “I know that was…a lot,” he rasped. You knew he was referring to the emotional intimacy rather than the physical. “We don’t have to do anything further if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head. “Az, I want you.”

He searched your eyes for any hesitation. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He exhaled in relief, kissing you again. You tugged on the hem of his shirt; he helped take it off, then reached for your hem, tugging it up. You undressed each other until you both remained in your undergarments. Azriel placed his hands on your hips, tracing them up your form. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands on your body, letting the warmth in your lower belly grow. He tugged you to him, embracing you tightly. His hot skin on yours eddied every thought in your head. You relaxed in his hold, breathing hard as your desire grew and grew. He began kissing your shoulder to your neck, undoing your chest binding til you were bare. He leaned forward, laying you down. He rose, sitting between your legs and looked down at you, marveling at the sight of you on his bed. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice guttural.

“You’re beautiful, Azriel.”

He shook his head, taking off his underwear. You began shaking again, in desire and anticipation. He placed his hands on either side of you and leaned forward, cushioning his hips against yours. You gasped at the sensation of his length on your clothed core. He ground himself into you, drawing keens from you into his mouth.

“Please,” you whimpered when he didn’t cease. You matched his movements, needing more. You reached down and tugged your underwear down yourself. He paused his movements, watching you bare yourself to him. He reached down to touch you, but you stopped his hand. “Please,” you breathed again. “I need to feel you.”

He inhaled the scent of your arousal, and you noted a tremor in his arms. “You’re sure?” he rasped. You nodded, releasing his hand. He reached down to guide himself in. As his length teased your entrance, his gaze returned to study your face. You only nodded, encouraging him. He began entering you, inch by aching inch.

The stretch of his size stung.

When he bottomed out, he paused, letting you adjust. He ran his hands over your breasts, teasing your nipples and kissing you until your hips jerked forward. Then he pulled back, staring into your eyes once more. “You are mine,” he rasped, “and I am yours.”

“All yours,” you whimpered. “I’m all yours, Azriel.”

With that, he began withdrawing and thrusting, bit by bit. Every roll of his hips sent pleasure rippling through you, drawing out moans and whimpers. You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him even deeper access. You stopped breathing, silenced and overwhelmed by the bliss, staring at him in awe.

“Breathe for me,” he commanded. Your sharp inhale was nearly a sob. You were already nearing the edge. He sped up his motion as your breathing grew shallower and shallower, trembling around him. “Let go,” he breathed. “Let go, angel.”

With that you came crashing; wave after wave of ecstasy washed through your body. He didn’t relent, working you through it as you panted. It was pleasure like you’d never known. You were utterly helpless in his arms, but the safest you’d ever felt. As you came down from your high, he slowed his movements, giving you reprieve as you caught your breath.

He was still nestled deep inside you as you pulsated around him. “More,” you rasped. He only kissed you, so you reached a shaking hand behind his head to his wing and began stroking the inner erogenous area. He shuddered, his hips reflexively snapping forward, making you cry out. You continued your ministrations, stroking back and forth until Azriel was the one heaving breaths.

He moved inside you at a punishing pace, his rhythm thrown off by his overwhelming pleasure. His groans reverberated through your torso, flush with his. You neared the edge of release again. He kissed you as you tightened around him. “That’s it,” he breathed shakily into your mouth.

You tried to continue stroking his wing but your arm went slack as release tore through you a second time. He drew cries out of you as you finished but all you could hear was his shaky breathing in your ear and growls of approval. A few final thrusts and you felt him release into you as well, felt him exhale in relief and lower himself and lay his weight upon you.

You took your time collecting yourselves, breathing steadily. When he finally rose and pulled out of you, you shuddered. He cupped your face tenderly and searched your eyes. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, satiated. “Yes. You were perfect.”

He left and returned to clean you up and you let him, basking in his attentive nature and loving care. When he finished, you opened your arms to him, relishing in the sleepy smile that overtook his face as he accepted your invitation. He lay his head onto your chest, the weight of him anchoring you to reality. You could’ve sworn something deep inside snapped as everything fell into place with Azriel. He suddenly flinched but didn’t say anything, only tightening his hold on you as you were lulled slowly to rest. The love you felt for him beat in your chest like a sentient thing, and it echoed beyond.

“So I take it we’re not just friends anymore,” Azriel murmured into your chest. You laughed, wringing your arms around his shoulders, tugging him impossibly closer.

“You’re my love,” you breathed.

“I like the sound of that,” he whispered.

“What happens now?”

A steady stream of comfort and affection crept through you on a tether as you slowly submerged into unconsciousness, but you heard him like you heard all the silent words he spoke. “We’ll figure it all out, angel. We got all the time in the world.”

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mak3itr7ght · 4 months ago

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Pair: Jimin x fm!reader

Words count: 1235

A/N: just a very quick and out of contest scenario I imagined after listening 'Who' for the 192939939th time🫡 Hope you like it!

"Three minutes before getting on stage" the assistent announced before exiting the dressing room.

"Oi, so how was that date?" Hoseok approached his friend and roommate, Jimin. "Who was..oh, yes, that actress"

"I don't even want to talk about that-" Jimin cut his friend out. The older chuckled. "Was it really that bad?" He sat on the chair next to Jimin's, resting his chin the palm of his hand, curious.

"I went back home in the middle of the date because I couldn't stand her- she was so arrogant, and oddly flirty..ew" Jimin frowned at the memory. "What about you? You're not dating in ages, bro, at least i'm trying. You practically gave up" the blondie tried to swap the conversation.

Hobi shrugged. "I'm into my job for now. I don't feel like dating for now. I have this strange sensation, like i have to wait" he murmured, zoning out as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Hyung, you've lived too much in your studio, in my opinion" Jimin joked, making Hobi smak his arm.

"Ouch-" Jimin faked pain, but then leaned against his chair. His hyung's words made him overthink.

"Anyway, let's get on stage, it's the first time we perform in Rome and i want to give a good impression to italian armys~" Hobi jumped on his feet and walked outside the dressing room.

Jimin didn't react to those words, he just heard them and hummed in response, still zoned out in his own mind.

Love, what a strange concept, especially for idols. They used to sign contracts that forced them to not date someone, and then most of them used to do it secretly from anyone. The media were always ruthless when it came to this topic. Even having the same necklaces with a person that probably was just a stranger could start a whole drama. That was truly shit. And, in the end, the whole media player work almost unconsciously pushed idols to search for rumors and scandals to gain more popularity. It was sick and toxic. And thank God Jimin and his friends didn't fall for that, even if there were a lot of temptations. Fame is dangerous, terribly dangerous. Jimin kept wondering if not dating and choosing to focus on himself was the best decision or just unnatural for an idol, because for the audience, idols must date! Not matter about their sexuality, because Jimin knew some asexual and aromantic people, so he started dating here and there, even without putting too much effort.

But that day, Hoseok's words made him realize that maybe not dating was more normal than he thought. Maybe his mind was already subconsciously linked with another woman or man, and that he didn't met him or her yet, just like the lyrics of his song, 'who', which he struggled to write, because, to quote him, 'he even forgot the last time he had a crush'.

The blondie kept mental tripping while rocking on his chair. When Namjoon went inside the room to call him again.

"I'm sorry! I was lost in thoughts!!" Jimin stood up and rushed outside.

Mics checked, in-ear monitors checked, another day, another concert of BTS's comeback tour after their discharge from military service. It was pretty long, many dates in many places of the world, all sold out, of course. And that was the first time the group performed in Italy in almost 13 years of career. What a day. Everyone was excited.

The concert started with their new title of their new album and the hours passed quicker than usual. A small break and then the solo-performances started. Jimin was the fourth, ready to perform 'Who'. He felt a strange sensation, like a tingle in his chest.

"No, i can't die now, come on. At least when I come back at the hotel" he told himself, trying to calm down and joke on that sensation.

And then, there he was, dancing and singing on stage, the choreography was composed to suit the concept of 'I love you, but I didn't even meet you yet', so Jimin had to dance with severals girls trying to find the right one, ending up alone on stage. That night, he felt that song more close to his self. While enjoying the Armys' cheering, shouting, crying and clapping he stared at some of them in the front rows. He loved his fans so much, recognizing his fame, the whole group's fame, was thanks to them. So he always used to look as many of them as he could, trying to remember at least vaguely their faces.

As his eyes met with one of them, that feeling on his chest intensified. I know what y'all are thinking and no, it wasn't like he fell in love, he just felt like he knew her, very deeply, just a veiled sensation, that kind of sensation that you can't even recognize or study enough because it's so delicate and fragile, yet unbreakable, and it's always there, you don't know it at all, but it's there, it gets louder when you're silently trying to sleep, and it gets quiter when your mind just turns off and focuses on the loud daily life. That was the moment Jimin felt that little pinch in his chest and it lasted less than a second. He didn't even see her properly, it was dark, the lights where flashing here and there and he was still boosted by adrenaline. That's why he stayed on stage even more than he had to and felt someone calling him from the backstage, it was Jungkook, ready to start with his 'Standing next to you' performance.

Jimin shook his head and rushed off the stage, quickly forgetting about that trance state he went in unconsciously. He went back in the dressing room where the other members were getting ready. Hobi approached him, a worried look in his eyes. "Oi, Jimin?" The brunette put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "What happened? You seem off all of a sudden" He added.

Jimin just hugged him, out of nowhere.

"What's with this affection??!" Hobi scoffed, patting the younger's back before pulling away. He was slightly more worried at that point.

"I just felt like it.." Jimin commented, as he sat on one of those uncomfy couches near the mirrors.

Hoseok exchanged looks with the other members before looking back at Jimin. "You know what? I think tomorrow we should visit Rome"

"That's risky, we will have to prevent Jungkook from starting acting like a Roman warrior when we'll get into the Colosseum-" Yoongi laughed and the others followed.

Jimin chuckled too. Visiting the city, yeah, it sounded pretty good. Sounded...somewhat, right.

"Now now after the solo-perfromances, there will the the big pause and then the last-quarter of the set list, so let's revise the songs." Namjoon took the paper with the set list while one of the stylists where adjusting his hoodie.

"I think Armys will be happy to hear Airplane pt.2 again~" Taehyung commented while chewing a candy. "The audience is pretty cheering today~ I definitely want to comeback here next time" He added.

"I'll return here to perform The astronaut with Coldplay in a few months~" Jin pointed out, smirking.

"Why we took so long to come here?" Jimin wondered suddenly.

"Don't know, but now we're here and I think we'll have a great time" Hoseok patted his shoulder before standing.

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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Who slays at mahjong and who leaves game night stripped of everything they own? Wukongverse and/or MKatI AU

I misread this as "strip mahjong" like they're working with strip poker rules XD

oh gosh, I feel like they need to keep the game separated between the SWKs and LEMs or else the different pairs will deliberately lose/quit to run off with their spouse. The SWKs are def the ones who'd bring up the idea of a competition via mahjong to see who's the most "Intelligent Stone Monkey".

Then one of them decides to make the contest more interesting since they can't really take eachothers effect home with them; losers have to remove an article of clothing, and if you're reduced to underwear you get kicked out of the game for the rest of the night.

First loser is Cherry cus I doubt this monkey knows how to play any tile or card game. He also is the most chill about being undressed, he's used to being without clothes around other monkeys. He much more enjoys seeing the frustration/dismay on the others faces when they lose a round. Heckles the players into dropping their tiles mid-move.

Starfruit holds out for a short time cus of all his modern clothing, but is terrible at mahjong and is the second to lose entirely.

Dasheng loses third, not so much because of his skill, but because he's only wearing like three articles of clothing. He curses loudly when he's stripped of his pants and the other SWKs catch sight of his red-butt + crystalized tail.

The others hesistated letting Meihouwang's Shihou into the game, but the little guy turned out to be a natural at mahjong and probably takes the most "points" out of all other players. Still a mid-game loser due to losing interest partway through the competition.

Reborn loses his final article in a round that makes his scream in frustration. He tried to argue that the Golden Headband counted as an accesory and should be counted as an extra "point". The others disagreed, and he sulked over to the Loser Couch.

Sugar/Ganzhe is the third-last loser, he was so focused on the game that he forgot to take off his last few pieces of clothing. He slips up at the last minute and loses to a trick move by Ace. He smiles; "Great game guys!" and sits down politely for the last round.

Peach and Ace end up in a deadlock, both down to their last piece of clothing (a loose hawaiian shirt for Peach, the mask for Ace). Peach has a few extra hundred years of experience in this game, but Ace is more of a high-risk gambler and came prepared with all his multi-layered suits. The tension is high and the loser SWKs are watching with great interest who slips up next.

Then a monster attack occurs outside and the SWKs all scramble to respond, leaving the game at an eternal tie. They're so startled that they accidentally swap some bits of clothing and armor in their haste for battle.

The LEMs see their SWK's in varying states of undress and are too busy laughing to ask what on earth they were doing between the monster fighting.

#wukongverse #nudity mention tw #sun wukong #lmk #lego monkie kid #journey to the west legends of the monkey king #journey to the west #monkey king hero is back #monkey king reborn #new gods nezha reborn #monkey king netflix #meihouwang #smash legends

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inventors-fair · 1 year ago

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The Power of Incredible Violence: IP Partner Examples

Given the nature of this week, examples felt appropriate, and my fellow judges were all too happy to provide me with them. Disclaimer: Any submissions from the same IP or with similar mechanics will NOT be penalized, so please do not avoid your own good idea because of a similarity here! With that said, lets get into it!

James McCloud (Star Fox) - @shyflops Hailing from the classic video game series, James McCloud is ready to suit up and go into battle with the power of a Vehicle by his side- specifically, a Vehicle with the Starfighter subtype. This is a great example of a twist on Choose a Background, especially since the flavor and mechanic synergy of having one commander be able to crew the other is very cool. As for his ability, it obviously synergises very nicely with him as a pilot- not only can he give his squadmates a solid buff, but he can even give it to his own Starfighter if he already crewed it! Heck, he can even buff another pilot just in time for them to crew their own Vehicle. It's nothing too complicated, but it makes for an amazing support piece that suggests he would work well with a very nice, flashy Vehicle.

Palamedes Sextus (The Locked Tomb) - @loreholdlesbian We're all on Tumblr, so I'm sure the Locked Tomb is no stranger to most of you, but the TL:DR is that Necromancers have a bonded, oathsworn companion/bodyguard known as a cavalier- which of course makes for a great partner mechanic. Namely, this is also an excellent example of gameplay over flavor- in the books, necromancer/cavalier relationships are meant to be 1-to-1, which might technically be better represented as Partner with, but for gameplay reasons (and y'know, to make it eligible for the contest), it was swapped over into a different form. As for the card itself, Palamedes is a pretty nerdy fella, so the scrying, drawing, and "studying" of artifacts all fits him to a T. It does imply some greater level of artifact synergy in the set, which would be very interesting to see.

Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim) - @mistershinyobject Finally, we see an example of a classic Partner mechanic, using what might be one of the most iconic presentations of "two people who fight in sync". Once again, just because it doesn't line up perfectly with the flavor of "two people are drift compatible with each other and no one else", doesn't mean this isn't the right choice for gameplay and/or drafting reasons. Interestingly enough, we can see some Vehicle synergy in Raleigh, just like good ol' James, but without the benefit of having a Vehicle in the command zone. Obviously a Pacific Rim set would have a glut of Vehicles, but it does make Raleigh a potentially dead card in some unfortunate situations. However, it's also a great sign that if you pull Raleigh, you want to stuff your deck with as many giant robots as possible.

Hopefully these examples help! I'm available in the Discord or on Tumblr at any time, so I'll see y'all around!

~judge @naban-dean-of-irritation

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #power of friendship #examples

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rusty-clockworks · 2 years ago

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Two Hallmark Christmas movie “Bad Guys” Fall in love

Two Business men meet in a departure lounge after their girlfriends run off with small town lads right on Christmas Eve, where the find love in each other after their unlucky day.

I found this idea on another Tumblr post and proceeded to spend my morning listening to hallmark Christmas songs and writing a gay hallmark Christmas movie fanfic instead of doing something productive.

Original post idea: Hallmark Christmas Bad Guys are actually really respectful

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The Airport buzzed with excitement as families moved about ready to get on their flight in the Christmas Eve rush. Waves of chatter bounced around the crowded departure lounge, contesting for volume over the classic “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” blaring over the cheap speakers. Lights and tinsel adorned the walls giving a nice backdrop to the medium size Christmas tree in the corner, surrounded by empty boxes wrapped in cheap wrapping paper to give the allusion of presents. It was a nice toasty warm in the room, a steep contrast to the frigid wind and snow of outside.

An announcement cut through the holiday cheer “We’re sorry to announce that the New York flight has been postponed due to to bad weather, we apologise for any inc-“

“Ah common!” Yelled the man next to me, startling a few people. He noticed me staring and gave a quick “sorry”. I watched as he slumped back over and rested his head on his hand. He was well dressed: a dark woollen suit with a matching scarf and had a suitcase similar to mine. He had a defeated resigned look on his face that mirrored how I felt.

“Guessing your holidays haven’t been too great?” I pried, turning a bit in the stiff cushioned chair.

He glanced at me. “Awful,” was his response.

“I feel ya,” I sighed. We sat in a gloomy silence for a few seconds before the man’s frustrations won out.

“My fiancée, Amanda, just broke up with me today, to be with some baker trying to save his family business that she only meet a couple of days ago! I was going to propose to her tonight after I finished work but obviously that’s not happening. And now my flights been delayed!” he vented, throwing his hands up for emphasise.

I nodded before sharing my own grievances, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I just found out my girlfriend of 3 years cheated on me to be with some hunking dude who turned out to be a prince of a country I’ve never even heard of before. Like, how am I supposed to compete with that!”

He hummed in agreement, turning a bit to match my position. “So I guess we’re both unlucky in love.”

“I guess,” I agreed flatly.

He though for a moment. “At least we can can be unlucky together,” he suggested.

I chuffed in amusement and reached out my hand, “Bill.”

He shook it firmly with a warm hand, “Dylan.”

I smiled, “Dylan. That’s a nice name.”

“Ha, I guess,” he replied, blushing, before pausing and saying thoughtfully, “Bill is nice too.”

We sat in slightly less dense silence for a few more moments, listening to the new song on the speakers. It had changed to “Jingle Bells”. “So what flight are you heading on,” Dylan asked suddenly.

When I told him it was to New York, Dylan chuckled, “We might be a while.”

I joined him in his amusement. “Indeed.”

Announcements played in the background along with more Christmas jingles, as people came and went. The two strangers talked till they were no longer strangers, when it was announced their flight was to be ready to be boarded. “Tell you what,” said Dylan, “I’ll give you my number, and you ring me when we land, that way we can spend Christmas together. Two lonely dudes hanging out?” I eagerly agreed and we swapped numbers, getting ready to depart for the gates.

“See you around, Dylan” I said as he wandered into the crowd of people and bright decorations.

He turned and waved, “Merry Christmas!”

The holiday didn’t turn out so bad after all.

#long post #original story #hallmark christmas movies #hallmark au #romance #i guess

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clarktooncrossing · 1 year ago

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HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE: Alecia wanted to try something new this Halloween season. By that I mean she wanted to get out of the house and not binge all thirteen Camp Carnage films. Again. Most of them were garbage anyway. No, there was something far more fun waiting for her! She just had to find it first. It didn’t take her long. Her friend Clark contacted Alecia informing her of an upcoming costume contest with a hundred dollar prize! A prize the masked maniac was determined to win! How fortunate that her spotted friend recently introduced her to a great show featuring a feisty femme fatale perfect for cosplaying! Skin tight military suits for the win!

Honestly, the backstory I make up for this DUDEL doesn’t matter in the slightest. This is simply long overdue vengeance. For the last two years my masked buddy Alec (@burningthrucelluloid) did his own Inktober challenge in the form of Dresstober. Instead of a list of prompts to base your art on, the artists in question are given a multitude of preselected outfits to dress their characters in. Or in the case of my cinephile companion, his characters, a few of mine, and me. You see, for whatever reason my friends get a big kick out of gender-swapping me. All because I dressed up as Sailor Moon the one time. OraTheRebelKitsune, I hope you’re happy cuz you technically started all this! Does it bug me? Yeah, kinduv’. Much as I love it when my friends make any pictures of or for me, it gets pretty annoying when none of them draw me as who I am. Alec is by far the worst offender, spending an astonishing amount of money for people to draw me sporting cleavage with their own gravitational pull. Earlier this year he paid one artist named fallen20xx to draw me as Ms. Marvel from Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. I had gotten Alec hooked to the show while also gushing over Carol’s exceptionally sexy legs. Should’ve known that’d come back to bite me. Just like my friend should’ve known his constant drooling over Maria Hill and Abigail Brand would be his undoing. The latter had a more interesting outfit, hence why my best buddy is wearing it here. Also included is an actual quote he said while watching the show! By the way, I did all this before he paid for fallen’s commission, so really I was totally in the right to sketch this. In any case, I hope you all enjoy this sweet slice of revenge as much as Alec does! XP

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

#clarktooncrossing #clarktoons #halloween #original art #original character #ai art sucks #dudelz #dudelz of the damned #inktober #monsters #green #Maria Hill #avengers earth's mightiest heroes #earth's mightiest heroes #skintight suit #marvel #abigail brand

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thisbluespirit · 2 years ago

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Ohhh the AAL trio for the meme thing please ^^

Thanks! <3 and also lol!

1. Who would you rather swap aesthetics/outfits with for a day?

I doubt I would do anything other than look daft in them, but Adam's Edwardian suits! If I were sensible, I would take Georgie's 60s fashions, but I'm gonna be here trailing about in tie and tails and maybe a swanky dressing gown.

2. Who do you team up with in a 2v2 volleyball match? Which side wins?

I team up with Georgie against Adam and Simms, and we lose quite badly, but we had fun, and the other two probably didn't at all.

3. If each of them got one million dollars, who would waste/spend their money the fastest?

GEORGINA JONES. Fashion. A good cause. A con person pleading a good cause. Adam is appalled. Simms is not even surprised, would you like a muffin?

(Also this begs the question of how Georgie got 1 million dollars. This wasn't another beauty contest, was it? Adam could never stand it!)

4. Who would die first in a horror movie? Who would be the survivor?

Oh, Simms, no. :-( I mean, Simms would die first in the horror movie. (Noooo, don't be in horror, AAL! trio!)

Georgie would survive because Adam would DIE NOBLY to save her, which Georgie would be deeply unimpressed about. Hopefully she gets to also wreak unexpected plucky revenge on whoever's doing whatever horror crimes in the process and emerges as the triumphant blood covered Final Girl.*

*[ok, my horror knowledge is limited, but Final Girls are a thing i have heard. Make Adam proud, Georgie! <3 Kill the blighters!]

5. They're all on the run from the law! What crimes did each commit and who is most likely to get caught?

They didn't commit any crimes! (Well, aside from the multiple canon instances of homicide, but those were bad people and Adam needs a little bloodthirsty treat ok. /shifty eyes)

Simms would probably hand himself in rather than go on the run with anyone, let alone with Adam and Georgie who are no doubt out to get whoever framed them (Adam's murders are state-sanctioned, so it won't be that, ahem. Er. lol)

Probably Simms does it mainly as a delaying tactic to buy them time, but it does also coincidentally get him out of strenuous amounts of running, hiding, derring do, evil-fighting and putting up with Miss Jones and Adam 24/7 in uncivilised settings that Adam says are no place for a lady. (It doesn't bear thinking about.)

Send me 1, 2 or 3 characters!

#replies #basiltheratatouille #<3 #this is a fun one! asks #character ask meme #aal #pls send more #people clearly liked this #but nobody else sent characters my way

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citrusella-flugpucker · 1 year ago

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @novantinuum! Nearly forgot to make the post because I cleared my Firefox session around when I finally updated my install. XP Which is sad because I love a good tag. XD

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

105, though three are tests. The remaining 102 are spread across 7-8 fandoms (depending on how you count spinoffs, though the fic that falls under that purview is one fic tagged with the original and the spinoff so maybe safer to say 7? XD).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

465,512, though it should be noted I'm listed as an author for Connie Swap's omake collection (which is a standard fic with chapters) in which I wrote 2 of the currently 82 chapters/oneshots present in it. That fic has a total current word count of 223,825, so my personal word count is around/a little more than 241,687.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

(In order of fic count, excluding Testing)

Steven Universe (91 works)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (7 works)

Habitica (3 works) -- Feel like noting 2 of these are hard vent fics (current pinned Tumblr post is a good summation of why) and the other is a draft fic that crosses over with (and is also counted in) Steven Universe)

Wreck-It Ralph (1 work)

Infinity Train (1 work)

Holes (book and movie are listed but it's the same fic) (1 work)

Suite Life on Deck (and Suite Life of Zack and Cody since it's the same fic) (1 work)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All Steven Universe, and excluding Connie Swap's collection which has more than any listed here

He's Gone (544 kudos)

The President Kisses Babies, and Other White House Briefs (447 kudos)

I Can't Say with Confidence (373 kudos)

Eternity in a Moment (343 kudos)

Change (339 kudos)

Interestingly, three of these are based in the SU Future "worm theory" popularized by (but not originating from) the person who tagged me. XD

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I want to and make a concerted effort right after a publish, but my likelihood to reply to a comment lowers exponentially the further from publish an update gets. XP I read them all! It's just that unless I find the specific comment really interesting and have a reply to it, after a certain point I just kind of... don't recognize I can do more than read the comment that comes in. Like the idea of replying to it does not cross my mind for reasons I don't fully get? Might be an executive function thing... or maybe I'm just lazy. DX XD

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

He's Gone, without a doubt. It's tagged the way it is for a reason. Technically the extra chapters serve as a little bit of angst ointment but it's originally and intentionally a oneshot (so the extra things are more like deleted scenes, epilogue, sequel vibes). And this oneshot ends in the saddest way possible for all involved. It earned its archive warning.

Branching out of AO3 and over to FFnet for a second, an old Suite Life fic I wrote, Not Worth It (which I'm not linking purely because I'd have a hard time explaining the sort of warnings I'd want to attach if it were on AO3), also ends pretty awful but that's mainly because it was for a "make a strong emotional impact in as few words as possible" contest, and the fastest way to do that is angst, specifically the kind where someone dies and their closest companion feels/sees it coming but is powerless to stop it. (I won the contest by less than one point. ._.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I... don't know???? I have a lot of oneshots that are pretty happy all the way through (or end happily after a pretty mundane conflict). I'm having a really hard time bringing up any specific one that ends especially happily (other than joking my fake fluff fic, "Steven x A Nice Calm Life Please and Thank You™: A Case for the Realization of a Bold New Ship", ends the "happiest" XD).

I would like to say that out of my current incomplete fics (the ones I still consider myself to have a high likelihood of finishing, that being Intelligent, Educated, and Capable of Earning the Children's Trust (Tears of the Kingdom), You Get Proud By Practicing (Steven Universe), and Realism (SU)), I'm imagining endings that feel happier than prior multichapter endings I've written.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. A long time ago, I got one (1) flame on an FFnet story from someone who was clearly a kid, who was mad I'd written angst (I think this was on Not Worth It, but it could have been on a different Suite Life fic shortly after I discovered how to write angst), but I've been delightfully hate-free.

Closest I've gotten on AO3 has been that one time someone actually complimented He's Gone for its archive warning being relevant to a character they hated. It was clear this person was doing this because I was connected to Discord servers and people who they hated--they had tried to troll a specific Discord server I happened to be in, and they'd by happenstance targeted several people I knew in a different closed-invite Discord server who had posted explicit content to AO3 (leaving them flames for daring to write smut at all, that kind of thing).

Oh, and now that I've typed that, I did forget a handful of commenters came to flame one of my Habitica vent fics back in January/February, but that was because some kid on Roblox Twitter or something decided to spread a falsehood about me abusing disabled children because I told them on a different website (Habitica) that something they were doing could come across as ableist. (AKA I was trying to do the opposite of what they were accusing me of. Also it was a little funny after the initial terror because they were all accusing me of being a nondisabled person (no) who was being awful and unknowledgeable about the disability that I have. XD) Guess I didn't initially think about this one because it had almost nothing to do with the fic itself--they were just trying to find a place away from Habitica's site where they could attack me. XP They probably just searched my name and Habitica and happened to either find AO3 first or for some reason think it was better than coming to my Tumblr or something to do the same thing. XP

This is getting long, but for that last one I'd like to shout out the person who initially came and commented on one of my SU fics for that reason (the only comment from that debacle still up) and then after a confused reply from me, they actually chilled out and explained what they knew about the situation and we parted ways amicably, which is why I have a good idea of where that kid posted about me at all. o.o

TL;DR: Not very much, but that means the few notable instances are REALLY vivid and/or complex. XD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

...I am a sex-repulsed asexual who is not entirely sure whether or not she's heteroromantic because she's not sure she understands romantic attraction at all, doesn't actively ship very much, and needs help from other people to type out curse words. What do you think? (No. The answer is no. XD)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have three works on AO3 considered to be crossovers: Changes (Suite Life/Wreck-It Ralph), Your No-Good, Dirty-Rotten, Gem-Shattering, Rebellion-Leading Mother (Steven Universe/Holes), and The Forgotten Quests (Steven Universe/Habitica, which is the draft document I mentioned in #3).

From a meta standpoint, the craziest is probably The Forgotten Quests, which is a draft document that was going to be a series of challenges in Habitica's Crystal Gems guild which would have seen Steven visiting Habitica and traveling its lands, visiting each region and either accomplishing something or neutralizing a bad event (i.e. a monster attack or weather event or something)--at some point Lars or Lion was gonna show up, all sorts of fun stuff. But the story as these challenges progressed wasn't particularly zany; rather, what makes this one strange from a meta standpoint was that I was going to try to figure out the logistics of running a script or bot that made the challenges run more like a party quest rather than a traditional challenge structure. The logistics were so hard I didn't figure them out before I lost motivation, stopped coding for Habitica, and then got banned for publicly criticizing staff behavior, so I just... posted the planning doc to AO3.

From a story standpoint, it's absolutely the Holes one--Steven gets sent to a prison camp for delinquent youth because he accidentally shoplifted from a store Kevin's mom owned (something fell in his bag), and then some police officers not from Beach City noticed he was connected to Lars' disappearance (while Lars was still in space) so they decided to try him for it. The events of the SU movie were due to start happening while Steven was in jail.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not on AO3 but someone stole the first chapter of a fic I now no longer have up on FFnet. Got that shut down real quick.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not truly. I've provided input (I was one of the people the Connie Swap crew consulted with for their episode 16 story, Loud and Clear) and have been credited/listed as a co-author for someone's fic where I suggested exactly one line of the fic but they wrote the rest.

Unless... I guess you could say I co-wrote the exquisite corpse fic(s) I've been part of--that is, I wrote a section in them with little input from another user, and then someone else wrote a following section with little input from me. The only live on AO3 one is The Cluster Halloween Exquisite Corpse 2019, though.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't... really ship? But I can vibe with Connverse (Connie/Steven, SU), Zelink (Zelda/Link, TOTK), and Jeff/Peedee (SU)? I guess?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably Rose to the Occasion (I just can't figure out where I want the fic to go), Auto-Injector (I can't get myself to write the ideas I know I have), Lost and Found (I don't know who to focus on), or the Holes one (how do I make the movie happen while Steven's in jail???).

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm good at painting a descriptive picture... except when I'm not. XD

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Microsoft Word 2007 says I regularly write "long sentences". I have since found out Word considers a long sentence anything more than 60 words. So that's fun!

Also I struggle with figuring out endings, especially in multi-chapter plots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not fluent enough in any language with a commonly used written form other than English! So I don't!

I have been known to write in ASL gloss in some drafts, though I don't publish in gloss, because the gloss helps me know how the sentence would be signed by that character if I'd like to describe it in the surrounding prose (I'm reasonably fluent in ASL, though my lack of recent interaction with the deaf community means I'm a bit rusty in practice--but you don't literally live inside a deaf school for a year and complete all your deaf ed classes for your deaf ed + mild intervention major without becoming reasonably fluent).

When I don't do this, it's often because it's less likely that the character in question is signing something mutually intelligible with ASL--for instance, I don't do it in Intelligent, Educated, and Capable of Earning the Children's Trust mostly because while I don't know that I'm comfortable imagining a whole signed conlang from a linguistic standpoint, I know enough in my head about its imaginary origins to be sure it doesn't really look as much like ASL as some other passages of characters signing I've written in the past.

One thing I definitely don't do in any sign language writing I ever do is describe a character's name sign. This isn't because the character in question wouldn't have one or wouldn't assign one to someone else but is instead purely because under US ASL deaf culture rules, it is taboo for me (as a hearing person) to give people name signs. My obedience/observance of this cultural more extends to me writing a character, even if assigning the same rules to that character means that they would be able to assign name signs in-universe. I just can't make myself describe a name sign (either that a character already has or that a character assigns someone else) because it feels like me, the author, creating and assigning a name sign in opposition with that cultural more that says I shouldn't/can't. I feel weird doing it, so I simply don't.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody! Way back in 2007 or so! Fic isn't even still up! (It was a crossover with Full House but was more firmly grounded in the TSL side of things, i.e. taking place at the Tipton, focusing on Suite Life characters often, etc.)

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Hmm... I've really enjoyed the work I've put in on Rose to the Occasion and Intelligent, Educated, and Capable of Earning the Children's Trust. Honorable Mentions to You Get Proud By Practicing (and its soft companion, The Candle Burns Low But Still It Burns), Beach City Zombie Club, Just a Little Something Else Instead, and I'm Supposed to Be Able to Tell.

Tags:

I find I tag people who aren't so interested in doing these things half the time, so I'm including no specific mentions here. Interested in answering these questions? Then do it!

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paellaplease · 3 years ago

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Oh! Oh! If your okay with it (and after you finish liberosis of course- well actually do wut ever you’d like! Don’t wanna overwhelm you with anything!) do you mind writing an “ansare” for Revali x reader? Write how ever you’d like it!! Keep up the grand work!! <3

25. ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath

pairing: revali x reader summary: it's a beautiful wedding. both you and revali have differing beliefs on the meaning of love.

At the end of autumn, night falls quickly. Revali had drawn the short straw that evening, forced to play armed babysitter for a gaggle of nobles that had nothing better to do than waste their evening parading themselves and slinging all sorts of muck on their expensive finery.

He had swapped his traditional gear for a stiff cream-coloured suit, the top woven from abacá fibers. Though it fit his measurements perfectly, his feathers felt rather suffocated in the formal garb. He stood still as a board, fingers itching for the bow at his back.

At the very least they let him keep his blue scarf for the occasion. Thank Hylia for that.

Eyes scanning the crowd, he settled on the pair of blonde-haired merrymakers by the open buffet table. The Princess and her silent buffoon. The latter was busy eating double his weight in meat skewers, engaged in some idiotic contest against one of the younger dukes of the royal family.

The knight appeared to be winning, much to the delight of the crowd and the Princess herself, who was trying her best to act proper and disinterested but was very, obviously, invested in the whole game.

Someone was calling out numbers. There was a betting pool, because of course there was. Revali rolled his eyes.

He did not react to the telltale clack, clack, clack of heels on the marble floor and the shuffle of fabric by his right shoulder. He did not inhale at the sweet scent of rose oil and jasmine blooms.

I am here to do a job, nothing more. I am a statue. I am stone.

"Always wondered where he keeps the space for all of it?" You said, poking his side playfully.

Taking a sip of your drink, you bent your knees, 'ducking' the glare he sent your way. Instead of walking off and leaving him to his work in peace, you crowed, "Hey 'Vali, another missive has arrived from Lord Lemon's Office, he said he wants his face back."

Revali sighed, eyes glancing at you for a millisecond before shooting back forward. He caught the blue accents of your outfit, a simple embroidered hummingbird with its long beak in a flower. He hid a smile behind a cough.

You'd been flitting around the party in a similar fashion, wide eyes drinking in the bright colours and delicious smells. It was quite the change.

On the road, you were always more subdued, ears to the ground for the slightest sound of danger. Your opponents complained that you were all bite and no bark, barely uttering a word until the task was done.

In all your traveling together before the Calamity, he'd rarely seen you so relaxed and open. "This is an event for royalty. Are you certain you're allowed to be here?"

"Oh, relax!" Your smile really was something else. "It's the first wedding of peacetime! The whole Castle Town was invited."

The Chosen One was up to his last plate of skewers. The Princess wasn't even pretending to pay attention to her conversation with the Ambassador from Lanayru anymore.

When one of the children in the audience had started a chant. Revali scoffed and turned his attention to the main family of the hour instead. One of the bridesmaids had proposed another toast, the newly wedded couple stealing a kiss to the sound of clinking glasses and cheers.

He tore his gaze away immediately, almost awkwardly. The action didn't go unnoticed.

Revali could feel your eyes on the side of his face. You chuckled at his displeasure, raising your glass to the newlyweds from a distance and taking another long drink. He tried to tamp down the tendril of heat crawling up his neck.

"Not a fan of public displays of affection?"

"Pah, I'm not a fledgling that hides behind their wings at the sight of a kiss." He snapped, immediately regretting it. You were having fun and he was on edge. What was wrong with him?

This is why you have no friends, an old voice from a lifetime ago in the foundling home, taunted him in his memories.

"Woah," you grinned, placing both hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that, grumpy." Reaching out, you rubbed his back with a warm hand, patting the feathers that you knew were already raised as if to say 'I get it, it's alright.'

He relaxed his shoulders by a fraction. The easy way you navigated his prickly demeanor was a talent and a mark of extreme patience that always eluded him. He appreciated it nonetheless. Not that he would ever admit it.

The both of you watched the main wedding party, you with rapt attention and him with little to no interest. With a glance, he took note once more of all the possible entrances and exits. His keen eyes surveyed the open hall, on the lookout for anything suspicious.

Brunette guest three persons behind the Princess with the round spectacles is reaching into his pocket by the buffet. A knife? No. Just a cloth to wrap his last slice of banana bread.

One of the flower girls had tripped over her frilly dress and began to cry. The groom quickly scooped her up, tossing her in the air until those tears turned to giggles, and those giggles turned into laughter. As soon as the child was safely on the ground, the bride smiled, throwing her arm over her husband's shoulder and bringing him in for another kiss.

Beside Revali, you sighed happily. The expression you wore was soft and content, making his heart do odd flips in his chest. "Isn't love just the best?"

On the concept of love, a few things came to mind. It was cool hands pressed to his burning face while the healer pulled an arrow from his leg. It was in the carefully cut pieces of fruit shared in the hush of an empty palace kitchen. It was a single lantern shining at his doorstep, leading him home after a mission that went for longer than it should have.

Thinking of these next to you made him seriously want to sink into the floor. He uncrossed his wings, holding them flipped up as if in prayer. “Blessed Valoo, strike me down and release me from this anodyne shindig, will you?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Nooo Revali, don't have your soul extinguished by a divine higher power you're so sexy aha." You smirked, examining your nails. “Also, did you just say shindig?”

Revali scoffed, trying not to preen at the earlier statement. It was a joke, they didn't mean it.

"It's a biological bribery."

"What? Love? You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Hmph. It's hard to refute science. Love is the mortal bid to establish safety and connection. Have children, secure your genetic line, die and let the future generation deal with the rest. Chemicals puppeteering our actions. All that arguing that it's some remarkable gift is all merely conjecture."

You snorted. He could feel your eyes on him again. “What are you talking about? Love is amazing. It’s the thing that makes us most human yet the closest we ever feel to being a god. It is to grieve in the happiest way possible. It persists beyond rhyme and reason, beyond death even."

“You’re drunk.”

You frowned, bringing the glass chalice closer to his beak. He sniffed. Water.

Stretching out your pinky, you winked, before downing the whole thing.

"So you're saying," the orchestra was picking up again. Guests were standing from their seats, intending to dance. "That if one amounted to nothing, achieved nothing, and failed at what they had set out to do, traits that dash anyone's chances at being an adequate mate- you would still love them?"

You would still love me?

"Of course," you said, much too quickly.

Revali swallowed audibly, beak clacking open and closed before settling on a simple: "Why?"

"Caring for someone isn't an on and off switch. Was this hypothetical person intending to do good? Did they at least try?"

He thought upon his response for a moment and answered vaguely. "For the most part, yes. But not all of their efforts were for selfless reasons."

The dance was beginning now, people facing their chosen partners and assuming their starting positions. You shrugged, placing your empty glass at a nearby table. "It is normal to want things, especially for yourself..."

Your voice trailed away, and he followed your gaze to the corner of the room. They were an elderly couple, supporting each other in a close embrace, slowly swaying to the music. From his memory of the ceremony, he supposed these were the grandparents of the bride. They were unhurried and out of time, yet completely absorbed in each other's presence, like two old birds in a nest.

"Life is so short and so cruel, Revali." Beyond the dance a cacophony of sounds erupted from the buffet table. The plates were stacked near to the ceiling and Daruk had the quiet knight in a festive headlock. "If we keep holding our breath at the fear that happiness would be snatched away from us, if we continue guarding ourselves against an invisible enemy, then when will we ever be able to celebrate the love we have kept safe?"

On the dance floor, Mipha was twirling her little brother, their matching silver headpieces and necklaces reflecting rainbow colours as they spun gracefully.

By the wedding party, the princess had brought the bride into a tight hug, the both of them gently wiping away their tears. Urbosa wasn't too far away, at ease as she spoke to the parents of the couple, perhaps reminiscing of the past.

Nodding to yourself, you seem to have met a conclusion to a long running problem in your head. Revali thought back to the words left unspoken by countless campfires. The smell of ointment in the healer's hut, the sweet taste of apricots, the one light in the darkness when all but you had gone to sleep.

"I'm glad to be alive," you said finally.

"I am thankful for that too," he declared honestly, tilting his head to catch the way your eyes crinkled in pure joy, the light of the rainbow on your cheek.

Your hand reached for the wing at his side, the tips of your fingers gently brushing him in permission. He bridged the gap slowly, weaving his blue feathers along your palm until it was cradled securely in his own.

It was warm and right, just like the rest of you.

Revali watched in wonder as you brought his wing closer, feathers raising at the soft brush of your lips. And felt, then and there, the world exhale.

#revali x reader #revali botw x reader #revali #revali/reader #revali botw #botw rito #botw #botw x reader #i just *clenches fist* have lots of feelings above love

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damn-behzinga · 4 years ago

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Best Couple On YouTube

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary - You and Ethan take part in Simon’s Best Couple On YouTube series.

warnings - mentions of sex, play fighting, swearing, the power of emon

watch the video here - masterlist and request info

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

"Hello and welcome to the Best Couple On YouTube, part two." Simon smiled. "Today I am here with, Freya and Josh who are going against Ethan and Y/n."

You waved and smiled nervously.

"So, I am going to ask one of the contestants five questions about their relationship whilst the other is blindfolded and has headphones on. The other contestant will also answer the same question after and they get a point every time the answers match." Simon explained. "So up first we have Ethan and y/n."

You nodded and put the blindfold on and put the headphones on, nodding to the beat of the loud music. You were like that for a few minutes when you were tapped by Ethan. You took off the items before making your way in front of Simon.

"I asked Ethan, what is your bra size?" Simon chuckled.

"Oh it's (whatever your size is)." You answered.

"Wow, my guy!" Simon laughed and fist-bumped Ethan.

"Did you get that right?" You chuckled before high-fiving Ethan.

"Okay, what is your go-to shower song?" Simon asked.

"Oh, a classic I Will Always Love You." You giggled.

The two of you high five again as Simon laughed at you.

"What was the memorable date you've been on?" Simon asked.

"Um, this is hard." You muttered. "I think when we got drunk and danced in the rain. It's cheesy but we were just drunk as fuck but yeah." You shrugged.

Simon pretended to gag and you roll your eyes at him. "That's wrong, by the way."

"What did you say?" You turned to Ethan.

"I didn't remember that." Ethan sighed. "I said when our reservations got cancelled and we were dressed up and we ended up just going to Nandos in a fucking suit and a nice dress."

"Anyway, I asked Ethan what's your go-to McDonalds order." Simon prompted.

"Oh easy that's (your answer)." You smiled. "I use his Uber Eats account when I'm at his apartment so he gets the confirmation email," Ethan smirked and fist-bumped you again.

"Okay finally, what is the best gift Ethan has ever got you?" Simon questioned.

"This is hard." You muttered. "Um, you got me that painting of my grandparents which was beautiful."

"Ah shit." Ethan groaned. "I said the Gymshark gift bag."

You snorted. "You're a dick."

Ethan giggled before Simon said, "You got three points."

"That's decent." The two of you high-fived before sitting on the stools so Freya and Josh could take their turn.

Freya and Josh also got three and soon you and Ethan were sat on stools with a screen between the two of you so you couldn't see them.

"Okay, so there are seven questions you have to hold up the shoe of the person whom you think it corresponds to. So if it is Ethan, you hold up the trainer, if it's y/n you hold up the heel." Simon explained. "Got it?"

You nodded.

"Okay, who is the horniest?" Simon asked you and Ethan.

You snorted at the sudden question.

"Jeez, no holding back!" Freya commented.

You looked at the two shoes and tried to figure out before hesitantly raising your shoe. Simon noted it down and you giggled.

"Who is more likely to forget someone's birthday, anniversary, so on?" Simon asked. You rolled your eyes and held up your shoe again, glaring at Simon.

"Who said I love you first?" Simon asked.

You raised Ethan's shoe and smiled sheepishly.

"Who is more likely to cry at a movie?" You quickly held up Ethan's shoe when a few seconds later you heard him mumble,

"This is a hard one." Causing you to snort with laughter and Freya and Josh quickly joining in.

"Who is more romantic?" Simon asked. You held up your shoe and grinned proudly.

"These are good questions, you know," Josh said.

"Who will apologise first?" Simon asked. You held up Ethan's shoe and raised an eyebrow.

"Who is more likely to order a kids meal?" You held up Ethan's shoe once again.

"Okay, now it's Freya and Josh's turn." Simon smiled. You and Ethan swapped seats with Josh and Freya.

Once Josh and Freya were finished Ethan had to be blindfolded as you got asked the questions. You watched as Ethan nodded to the music and laughed before turning to Simon.

"In what order would Ethan rate your body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs." Simon asked.

"Um." You paused trying to go through your thoughts. "I think he'll be torn between thighs and eyes, to be honest. But I'll say eyes, thighs, then lips."

"All right, what line is the best representation of your sex life?" Simon asked and you let out a groan. "'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop’?"

"Oh my God." You let out a laugh and tried to stop the reddening of your cheeks. "It's between two. Either the neighbours know my name or cuddles. I'm going to say the neighbours know my name." You quickly hid your face in your hands whilst Freya and Josh cheered.

"Calm down kids." Simon chuckled. "Now, where's the weirdest place you and Ethan have- you know - done the deed?"

"What are these questions?" You exclaimed.

"I know this." Freya smiled proudly causing everyone to send a baffled look her way.

"What the fuck is going on?" Simon laughed. "I am curious as to why the fuck Freya knows."

"Talia and Gee know as well." You explained.

"That doesn't make it better!" Josh let out a loud laugh.

"Anyway, what is the weirdest place you've had sex?" Simon asked.

"On the balcony of my old apartment." You bit your lip and tried to suppress the heat growing on your cheek. Simon gave you a look of confusion before you rushed out, "There were a few blankets!"

"I don't want to know," Simon exclaimed.

"Just move on!" You exclaimed.

"Out of these options, which would Ethan prefer? Running your fingers through his hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?" Simon questioned.

"Oh running my fingers through his hair!" You answered quickly.

"Awe is Ethan a softie?" Simon teased as you giggled. "Okay, if Ethan was to describe you in one word, what would it be?"

"Fit as fuck." Freya commented, a smirk on her face.

"Hey!" Josh exclaimed as you winked at her.

"Um, I'm thinking-" You paused. "He'll either say amazing or loser." Simon barked out a laugh. "I'm going with 'loser'."

"So you think Ethan would describe you as a loser?" Simon asked and you nodded, laughing slightly. "Okay, do you want to go get Ethan and see how many you get right?"

You made your over to Ethan and tapped him before he pulled off his headphones and blindfold.

"Fucking Hell. Those lights are bright!" Ethan laughed.

"Welcome back Ethan." Simon smiled. "In what order would you rate y/n's body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs."

"Okay, for the record, I love everyone one of those!" Ethan quickly said. "I'm going to go with your eyes, then your thighs, and then lips."

"Yes!" You cheered before fist-bumping Ethan.

"Okay, which of these lines represent your sex life? 'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop'?" Simon asked, a grin on his face as Ethan started blushing.

"Oh fuck." Ethan let out a chuckle. "I'll say, 'The neighbours know my name'."

"Oh thank God." You laughed.

"Where's the weirdest place you've had sex or close to it?" Simon asked Ethan who let out a loud laugh.

"Um, we did something in someone's car..." Ethan's voice trailed off as you gasped, covering your mouth.

"Simon if you keep that in, I will kill you." You said.

"Did you not say that?" Ethan went red.

"No. I said the balcony!" You exclaimed, covering your face.

"I was not expecting that." Simon widened his eyes looking down at his phone. "Um, moving on." He laughed.

"Bro, what are these question?" Ethan exclaimed. "Them two got 'Where did you go on your first date?' Bro, holy shit!" You were all crying with laughter as Ethan went on his rant.

"Anyway!" Simon interrupted, still chuckling slightly. "I asked y/n, out of these options, which would you prefer? Running her fingers through your hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?"

"Oh running her fingers through my hair," Ethan answered quickly.

Simon awed before reading out, "What word you use to describe y/n?"

"Amazing." Ethan smiled causing you to awe and wrap your arms around him.

Simon pretended to gag before laughing. "She said loser!"

You and Ethan laughed.

"You are a bit of a loser sometimes." Ethan nodded. You gasped and slapped his shoulder lightly. Freya and Josh then took their turn as you and Ethan commented throughout their round.

Once their round was over, you and Ethan were stood beside Simon whilst Freya and Josh were stood on the opposite side.

"I forgot to ask for your team names," Simon said.

"Our team name is Fuck Ethan And Y/n!" Josh exclaimed.

"Well, our team name is If This Ends Badly I'm Running Away With Freya!" You smiled teasingly.

"I thought we were doing that anyway." Freya scrunched up her eyebrows.

"What?" Josh asked.

"What?" Freya replied before you winked at her.

"This was a close call but the winners are Freya and Josh!" Simon cheered.

Josh and Freya started cheering.

"I'm proud that you didn't lose because you have been together so much longer than us." You commented.

"Fuck! It's because of the balcony!" Ethan exclaimed.

"The fucking balcony!" Simon laughed.

"Did we get all seven right?" You asked.

"Yeah. Did we?" Freya asked and you nodded. "So it was where you had sex in the weirdest place?"

"Ethan I can't believe you exposed me like that." You facepalmed.

You shoved him playfully but he quickly retaliated by wrapping his arm around your neck and started to rub your head with his knuckles, giving you a noogie. You pulled at his arm but you didn't do too much damage because you were laughing too hard. Simon just threw his hands in the air and shrugged at the camera. Freya and Josh just laughed as they watched the two of you play fight.

Simon just yelled, "Thank you all for watching, we've all lost the plot! Leave a like and subscribe, everyone's links will be in the description. Peace!"

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princessjungeun · 4 years ago

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I’ll Always Have Your Back: Ryujin x Reader

TW/ the words Panic attack is used once, not in detail. Just the two words :)

Request: Hello, I don't actually know what the (!) is for but can I request a fluff au where ryujin x female reader are interested in each other but either one of them are oblivious?

I combined my one angst idea from earlier along with this one, i think it fits the request too. I based this mostly off of the episode of MIXNINE where Hyunjin moves Heejin from one group to another. If you don’t remember just look it up on youtube, it’s up there!

You woke up nervous but also ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. Today was the very last round of the survival show you’d been cast on. So far you’d dominated the competition, staying in the top five since round 1. Tensions rise as people try their best to steal your spot, it’s especially easy because the person who runs the show doesn’t show any mercy. Contestants can do from 1st to last place in one single performance, something you’ve avoided at all costs.

Out of all the girls in the competition you were friendly with many, close even. But only one girl you actually had a true relationship with. Your best friend and label mate, and lowkey crush Ryujin. You both had known each other for two years already, training together everyday and even sharing a dorm together. You two both relied on each other throughout this competition, talking each other through hardships often too.

You both weren’t really sure why your company chose this show. Due to contract issues with your company, JYP, even if you placed first or were chosen to debut from this show, you couldn’t. For this reason you, Ryujin, and the few other girls from your company were just confused. However, you were told that if you did well here, it’s liken your chances of debuting when the show was over, in JYP.

You found Ryujin in the morning, you two were put in different rooms based on tonight’s performance. You slipped your hand in hers and sat down next to her, resting your hands on your thigh. She looked at you for a minute before smiling and nudging you playfully with her shoulder. The host of the show met you all along with the PD-nim that ran the show.

“Good morning ladies.” The host welcomed you all with a smile. “As usual you all will choose teams based on song, you all will choose by rank, those on top get first pick. Those on the bottom will get whatever is left over. You all will prepare all week and perform at the end of the week. Please choose your teams wisely as this is your last performance, there is no opportunity for redemption. This weeks songs are Gee, Girls Generation. The other option is Simon Says, NCT 127.”

The room bustled with excited whispers and laughs, girls already knowing where they wanted to go. Ryujin didn’t say anything as she was thinkihh nag deeply about where she wanted to go. You asked “what are you picking?” She snapped out of her trance then said “Gee...I always do the boy songs or girl crush songs. I want to do cute this time.” You felt a pit form in your stomach because you knew that was a bad idea.

Last time Ryujin was on the team that did a cute song she was moved from second place to tenth. She claimed she just had an off day but you knew that it was because she wasn’t skilled enough in that area yet. Ryujin was a dancer who fit boy group dances the best, she had a lot of power. She didn’t have the cute factor yet, that she was still learning in your company. You on the other hand were better at the cute concept songs, however you liked the boy group and girl crush songs better. You liked dancing powerfully rather than cutesy.

You asked her “but what about what happened last time? You’re not scared?” She responded confidently “not at all. I know what I have to do differently now. Plus Simon Says choreography is too hard to dance to while singing, my vocal isn’t stable enough...I can’t.” You sighed and let her have it her way, you knew now was not the time to tell her what you really thought.

The cameras were ready to start filming and it was time to choose groups. The PD-nim sat at the head of the room, watching you all choose. They went by tank calling your name first. “Y/N, please choose your team.” You walked over to the side for Simon Says, out of the corner of your eye you saw the PD-nim nod his head ever so sightly. Next was Ryujin “Shin Ryujin, please choose your team.” She walked to the Gee sode, and once again you noticed the PD-nim. But this time he shook his head softly, nobody noticing but you. A few people whispered and there was a moment of silence before the next name was called.

You all waited until the very last girl was called, only then could you all break off to go practice. In your group was a mix of skill levels, most of them were dancers but had great vocal stability. The other two were the ones who got last place and forcibly had to join.

You all spend an hour distributing parts making sure that you al chose ones that best suited your abilities. You as the leader of the group wanted everyone to have an equal opportunity at success, especially those who weren’t in the top ten.

You tried your best not to be distracted by the fact that you knew Ryujin was unintentionally sabotaging herself only a door over. One of the girls on your team spoke up, “how about we break for five minutes, you seem distracted?” You nodded and said “everyone do whatever for five, just be back on time ok?” Everyone around you nodded and the oldest girl on your team sat down next to you.

“Whats on your mind love?” Haseul placed a hand on your back and rubbed it softly. You responded “Ryujin...she made a stupid decision.” Haseul asked “why do you say that?” You told her “Ryujin isn’t fit for a cute concept yet. She can pull off almost anything you throw at her but cute isn’t one of them. She knows that too. Back in our company she struggles whenever she does a cute song for evaluations. I understand she wants to try new things but here, with her own debut on the line. This is a terrible idea. I know she’ll be knocked right out of the top ten after the end of the week.”

Haseul nodded and said “well I think that given where she is now, and the fact that some girls in this group aren’t fit for this concept either, you shouldn’t worry so much. Ryujin is an amazing performer and you know that. Who knows? She could surprise us right?” You sighed and nodded “yeah you’re right...thanks unnie.” She nodded then stood up, reaching out to help you too.

Your group practiced all day until nightfall. All trainees were now in the same room from this morning, ready to be dismissed to your dorms.

The host and PD-nim walked in, a smile ghosting his face. The PD-nim sat down then spoke up “good evening ladies, you all have worked hard today yes?” You all nodded in unison with smiles hoping it could cover your exhausted faces. He spoke up “as usual, I have a surprise up my sleeve.”

You all looked at each other nervously not knowing what to expect. He’s thrown almost every curveball at you all and now you don’t know what could be next. He’s changed songs, language of the song, swapped members out of his own choice, last minute role reversals. Everything you could think of, he’s done it.

He continued “the girl who is currently holding first place, has the opportunity to switch someone from one team to another. She may switch someone with someone else, or switch herself with another girl. It is purely her choice.” He looked at you “Y/N, you are currently holding first. You have five minutes to make your decision. You may go outside now, everyone else back to your practice rooms please.”

Everyone walked back to their rooms, Haseul and another unnie kept the other girls on your team from trying to convince you to swap them with someone else. You sat down in a corner far from everyone else not knowing what to do. As much as you wanted this song performance to be your last, you knew you had to switch you and Ryujin.

You knew that swapping yourself into Gee would make you look like you played it safe, but it was the only option. If you stayed here there was a chance you’d not do as well as you’d hoped. More importantly if Ryujin stayed with Gee, she’d make at most 12th place which was a huge drop from 2nd.

A producer came to get you from the practice room, you turned around on your way out. You waved to the rest of your group, you told them “take care of her when she comes in please...” They gave you smiles and big thumbs up in hopes it would wipe away the look of worry that masked your face.

Slowly, you opened the door to the Gee room, everyone sitting in the room looked at you. Ryujin smiled along with everyone else but you knew it’d be short lived. You knew how much she wanted this and how she felt that this was the only one she’d do well with. Toying with your fingers you looked down at your feet before saying “I’m switching someone here...and they’re going to Simon Says team...”

Everyone looked at you anxiously, however Ryujin showed no sign of worry. You could tell she was under the impression that you weren’t going to move her. After all you were her best friend, you wouldn’t do that to her, well that’s what she told herself.

You continued “I’m switching myself with...Ryujin-ah.” The room fell silent and you locked eyes with the black haired girl. She didn’t have a readable look on her face. She asked “wait...are you serious?” You nodded and said “you’d better get going...they’re waiting for you”. You saw a look of betrayal and fear wash over her face. You knew she lacked confidence in her ability to perform this song. You knew she wanted this song more than anything else despite you knowing it was a bad idea.

She got up and walked out silently, you could tell she was trying her best to hold back tears. You didn’t have the time to explain to her your reasoning, she just thought you were trying to sabotage her. That you didn’t think about her, only yourself.

The second you heard the door close you could hear her crying. You wanted to run out and pull her into your arms. You yearned to tell her why you did this but you couldn’t. The girls in your new group asked “why would you do that?” You responded “it’s for her own good...” Your voice cracked and another girl from your company wrapped an arm around you gently. That was all it took for you to cave into her, sobbing softly. She ans other girls surrounded me in a group hug and told you various things to try and console you.

When you all were called back into the large room your PD-nim smiled at the sight of you and Ryujin having switched places. You sat down and leaned back just slightly to see if you could spot Ryujin. She was sitting down next to Haseul, eyes puffy and red with tear streaks on her cheeks. Your PD-nim dismissed you all and you immediately walked over to Ryujin in hopes that she’d hear you out.

That hope was short lived, when you approached her she dodged your hug and said “no...just stop.” You left it at that knowing it was best if you let her have her space, no matter how much it hurt you.

Luckily Haseul was your roommate in this dorm, immediately she came to your side once you all were in your rooms. She told you “she’s not happy as you saw, she doesn’t understand and thinks you weren’t thinking at all.” You asked her “did you try and explain to her?” The older girl told you “it’s not anyone’s place but yours. She wouldn’t believe us anyways, give her time ok?” You hugged her and said “yeah thanks Haseul.”

•

All week Ryujin ignored you, anytime you made eye contact with her all you saw was hurt and betrayal in her eyes. You couldn’t get away to talk to her as cameras and producers watched your every move.

It was now the day before the final performance and you absolutely couldn’t focus. Guilt was eating you alive and you wondered if you actually did make the right choice. All you wanted was to hold her in your arms and explain yourself, you couldn’t focus on anything at this point.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a producer came in and pulled two cameramen into the hallway. The girls in your group followed to the door out of curiosity and saw Haseul and two other girls with Ryujin walking to the bathroom. You asked a producer what happened and he responded “panic attack”.

Your heart just continued to break throughout the day, thinking about how none of this would have happened if you just let her stay in Gee team.

At the end of the day you went to your dorm, Haseul was already there. You asked her “what happened today...is she ok?” Haseul responded “yeah. She’s ok now. She was overwhelmed with the moves, she was getting the counts wrong for half of practice. The she messed up the words too, it was too much and...well you saw.” You nodded and sighed before deciding to just sleep off whatever you were feeling.

•

It was fifteen minutes before your performance and your group was going second. Team Simon Says was first meaning the Ryujin was first up. You anxiously watched the monitors backstage praying that she’d do well or this was all for nothing and you’d feel even worse than you already did. Seeing the girls walk onstage before the song started, Ryujin looked nervous.

The second the music started however, it was like a switch flipped. She shone onstage and looked more natural than ever. More importantly she looked like she was enjoying herself even if she truly wasn’t. At the end of the performance the PD-nim made comments. He told certain girls that they did well, other not so much. He spoke about everyone but Ryujin until the very end.

He said “Ryujin-ssi. You did very well here. This stage wouldnt have been the same if you weren’t here. If I remember correctly you were originally on team Gee correct?” Ryujin nodded, toying with her fingers nervously. He continued “you need to be grateful Y/N switched you with her. If you were on that team, I guarantee you wouldn’t be anywhere near the place I’ve marked you at. Well done today.” She bowed and thanked him with a smile before walking with her team offstage.

Your team performed and did very well too. The PD-nim gave his commentary to everyone first. Saving his last comments for you.

He told you “Y/N-ssi, you switched yourself with Ryujin, I would like to know why.” You hesitated then spoke up “well you see... um. Ryujin-ah, she is a very talented dancer. And she is fully capable of doing a cute concept such as this. However, she can struggle sometimes with pulling it off 100%. But with me, I know I can do cute concepts a little better because my dance isn’t as strong as hers...I envy that sometimes. But anyways. I knew that if I switched her with me, there’s a higher chance of her staying on top, even if it means I have to play it safe and potentially lose first place.”

He nodded then concluded “so you moved her so she could take first and debut, even if that meant you don’t get to?” You nodded said “yeah...that’s exactly it.” He smiles and said “well done Y/N-ssi.” He dismissed your team and sent everyone backstage.

You and Ryujin’s team were separated by room, your teammates anxiously sitting around waiting with you. Your ranks were to be released momentarily, however the debut list depended on whatever the audience and PD-nim wanted. That lineup would be released

When you all were called back onstage Ryujin was still far apart from you. She stood at the far end of her group while you were in the front of yours.

The PD-nim told you “I will release names from the bottom up, please watch the screen closely for your name.”

The screen across from him lit up, trainees names appearing slowly. You waited and waited your name not showing up at the bottom or middle, Ryujin’s doing the same. The screen revealed the top five at once. Your name was at five, Ryujin’s four slots above yours, she placed 1st. You froze in your spot seeing that your plan had worked, she was in first, even if that meant you weren’t.

•

Cameras were finally off and you all were finally able to relax some. Ryujin came to you, she asked “outside?” You nodded and looked around before sneaking outside your dorm building.

She turned to you and threw herself in your arms, holding you close. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself and that was wrong...I’m sorry.” You told her “it’s ok, I just wanted you to do well, I know that we can’t debut from here but I wanted your odds to increase for when we go back home.”

She stated “you’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you in my life...” You told her “don’t say that Ryu, you and I both know that’s not true.” She told you “i don’t know why you always do these things for me, no matter what will happen to you, you just make sure i’ll be the one on top in the end.”

You laughed to yourself and said “you do crazy things when you’re in love I guess...” Ryujin turned to you “w-what?” You told her “I love you Ryujin. I’ve loved you since the day you taught me the choreography on my first day of training. I really really love you.”

She slipped her hand out of yours and pressed your back against the brick wall of your dorm building. She flushed her body against yours and kissed you, cupping your face softly.

Ever so quietly she told you “I love you too Y/N. So so much.” You pulled her in and hugged her closely, tucking her head in your neck. Kissing the top of her head softly you smiled to yourself. You told her as you ran your hands through her hair, “I’ll always have your back Ryu.” She replied, her soft lips ghosting your skin “and i’ll always have yours.”

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atc74 · 4 years ago

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Hi, Again

Warnings: Fluff, angst (if you squint), Jensen being smooth, but the reader being smoother...

Summary: Jensen arrives to pick Y/N up for their date. She surely expected a fancy restaurant with overpriced tiny portions, but what she gets is something entirely different.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1610

Written for: @evansrogerskitten

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, my enabler for life

A/N: This is the long awaited sequel to Hi (read this first!), which was written as a request for @evansrogerskitten for a follower contest. This is a very special birthday gift, for a very special lady and very special friend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! I hope you have an amazing day! I love you lady!

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

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Previously in “Hi”

A tall gentleman in a black suit approached me with a sign that had my name on it. “Miss Y/N? I’m Philip and I will be your driver tonight. Please, follow me.” He led me to a large black SUV and held the back door open. When I looked up, the first thing I saw was Jensen’s face smiling at me. He held his hand out for me and smiled as I stepped inside, sliding into the seat next to him.

“Hi.”

Now...

“Hi,” I smiled back, my hand still in his.

“Hi,” Jensen said. “And, I already said that. I’m sorry, I’m a little nervous, if you couldn’t tell.”

I laughed. I was sitting with Jensen Ackles in the back of a black SUV with heavily tinted windows in Vegas, after a Supernatural convention. Then I realized I was laughing and attempted to pull myself together. “Jensen, I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at this. It’s all a little surreal for me. What am I doing here?”

“What I said to you during the photo was the truth. For nearly a year, I have looked at every woman with even the slightest hint of red hair, just waiting for you to come through the line again, but it was never you. I had finally convinced myself I would never see you again, and then you were there, right in front of me. It was coincidence that brought you through my photos in Seattle, but I think it was serendipity that brought us together today.” Jensen clamped his mouth shut when he realized he was rambling.

“Serendipity?” I giggled, a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s just not a word one hears in everyday conversation. Then again, this isn’t every day, is it?”

“But I feel it just...it fits,” Jensen chuckled, shrugging. “Even if it does sound a bit silly. I’m sorry if I caught you off guard. I don’t do this, like ever. But, I think Jared was sick of listening to me go on and on about you and he made me promise to ask you out if I ever saw you again. So you are here for two reasons; one, because I am a man of my word and two, you said yes.”

“I’d be a fool to say no. Or, I might be a fool for saying yes,” I said quietly, turning to look out the window at the desert flying by.

A warm hand landed on my arm and I turned back, regarding Jensen’s touch on my heated skin. “I don’t think you’re a fool. I think you’re brave for taking a chance like this. On me.”

I’d seen plenty of interviews and convention footage, but this might be the first time I’ve witnessed Jensen channel Dean Winchester. It was no secret that he’d been single for some time now, but at this very moment, he didn’t think he deserved a chance.

“Don’t do that, Jensen. Let’s have dinner and play it by ear. Who knows, by the end of the night, you might be changing your mind,” I winked, laying my hand over his.

“You’re wrong, but I think that sounds like a solid plan. We’re almost there,” he smiled, looking out the window.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying desperately to figure out where we were. I didn’t think Jensen was a serial killer, but we were out in the middle of the desert.

“It’s a surprise, okay? Just a little bit longer, Y/N,” Jensen replied.

“You’re not taking me out to the desert to kill me, are you? I’ve watched enough television to know what happens out here at night,” I giggled nervously.

“Now that you’ve figured out my plan, I might as well get on with it,” Jensen scoffed, pulling my hand towards him quickly.

I was startled but the only sound I managed was a tiny squeak. I looked up and was met with the kindest smile and prettiest green eyes. His touch traveled the length of my arm until our fingers were entwined. He raised our joined hands and pressed a soft kiss to the back of my hand.

“It was indeed my plan to kill you...with kindness, and wow you with a really romantic dinner. Is that not okay with you?” And there it was, the patented Dean Winchester smirk, followed by a wink.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m ruining it!” I covered my face with my free hand, shaking my head. I took a deep breath before daring to meet his eyes. “That is actually really sweet and sounds like a great idea.”

“Awesome.”

We came to a stop, but as I reached for the door, Jensen stopped me, his hand still holding mine. “Just a few minutes longer. I’ll be right back. Please don’t get out. Or peek.” The look on his face told me he was serious, but there was an underlying twinkle in those green eyes, and I found myself nodding my promise to stay put.

As Jensen and Philip exited the vehicle, I took the opportunity to calm my nerves. I gave myself a quick pep talk and tried to remember what the volunteer had told me, more than once. “Don’t be nervous; he is a nice handsome boy, but he is still just a person.”

“He’s just a man, Y/N. This is just a date. You can do this. You are not going to f-” my pep talk was interrupted when my door swung open to reveal Jensen and his smiling, stupidly handsome face. My thoughts got the better of me. Yeah right. He’s just a man. He’s just the most beautiful human ever created.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

Jensen took my hand once more in his, helping me step down from the vehicle. He placed both his hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes and I was mesmerized. “Do you trust me?”

I don’t know why, but I did. I had absolutely no reason to trust this man, but I did. “I trust you, Jensen.”

He smiled wider than the Grand Canyon and turned my body away from him. It was then that I felt his hands covering my eyes. “No peeking, Y/N.”

We walked several feet, me shuffling carefully in front of him until he slowed his pace and I felt his hands slip from my eyes. “Keep your eyes closed for me, sugar.”

My skin tingled from his touch, my heart from his endearment. I nodded, feeling him slide around my body. “We’re going to sit down, right here. I got you, easy now.”

My body lowered to the ground, something soft covering it, a blanket maybe? “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking and taking in the surrounding area. It was breathtaking, and I stared in silence at the scene before me. We were sitting on a mountain side, high above the desert plains, and looking down at the Hoover Dam. It was lit up from the base in a cool blue light. With Lake Mead an inky midnight blue behind it, I’d never seen it look more beautiful, more ethereal.

“This is remarkable, Jensen.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’m also hoping that this doesn’t outshine the rest of the evening I have planned,” he chuckled slightly, reaching behind him and revealing a honest to goodness picnic basket.

“Look at you, playing the romantic-picnic-overlooking-a-national-landmark-card,” I mentioned casually.

“Is it working?” Jensen winked. There was enough moonlight to see each other as it highlighted Black Canyon and the Colorado River below us.

“Hmmmm,” I coyly toyed with him, tapping my index finger against my lips. “Whatchya got in there?”

“Oh do I have stuff,” Jensen announced excitedly as he opened the basket, laying everything out in front of us. “We have a taco buffet with all the fixings, like five different types of salsa, chips, fresh guacamole and, wait for it...a pitcher of margaritas!”

“How did you do all this?” I was stunned. “And, have you been spying on me? Who told you I love Mexican?”

“I knew it!” Jensen pumped his fist victoriously. “Really it was a long shot, but I was craving Mexican and thought, what psycho doesn’t love tacos?”

“Holy crap! You just quoted Dean Winchester, but swapped waffles for tacos!” I laughed so hard I think I may have snorted.

“That was honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Jensen laughed, pulling me into his arms.

We had a peaceful dinner overlooking the dam and the surrounding mountains, playing twenty questions about our lives. Jensen reached into the basket and pulled out yet another container. “And the piece de resistance.”

“Did you bring chocolate cake?” I eyed the decadence filled container with lustful eyes.

“Damn girl. Forget the way Dean Winchester looks at pie. I want you to look at me like you’re eying up this cake!” Jensen laughed, pulling the cover off and waving it in front of my mouth.

“Jensen, do not tease me. I will eat that with my fingers!” I warned him, but he didn’t give up. I reached up with two fingers, dipping into the cake and sliding them into my mouth, feeling bold.

“Holy shit.” He murmured, almost indiscernible over the sounds I was making. I noticed he seemed uncomfortable, but he teased me with cake, I could tease him back. I dipped my fingers back into the cake and held them in front of Jensen’s mouth. He took the bait. He grabbed my wrist with one large hand and halted my movements. His tongue snaked out, licking a bit of the sweet dessert from my fingers, before he dipped his head, sucking both of my fingers into his mouth.

The sounds coming from his mouth were purely pornographic, to say the least. I felt my nether regions tingle at the sight and sounds of Jensen Ackles licking chocolate cake from my fingers. Feeling even bolder, I leaned in, licking the rements from his lower lip. “Fuck, that’s delicious.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, sugar.”

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dandelionflower · 5 years ago

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Felinette Month Day 17

Model

Felix detested modeling. This much Marinette was certain of.

She could tell from the sound of his voice when they video called because a photo shoot went too long.

She could tell by how he rolled his eyes whenever Lila bragged about being a prestigious model.

She could tell by the number of times he would mumble “I hate modeling,” into her neck as they hugged for the first time in weeks.

So, when Marinette won the opportunity to model for the Gabriel brand, she decided not to tell him.

—

She didn’t know what the prize was when she entered; she just thought it was some other design competition that would get her recognition.

Needless to say, when the letter arrived, telling her the details for the shoot, she was almost knocked out of her seat.

After talking with Tikki and her parents, she decided it would be best if she accepted the offer.

She was a budding designer; she needed to get her name out in the community and any exposure at this point was good exposure.

The next day, she was surrounded by lights and an odd man yelling about spaghetti.

—

“Marinette.” Felix slammed something on her desk. “What. Is. This.”

It was the results of the photo shoot, but she really didn’t want to tell him that.

“It’s... Gabriel’s newest designs?”

He sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. “I know that, but why are you on the cover?”

She pressed her fingers against each other. “I entered a designing contest and that was the prize, so I figured any exposure is good exposure when I’m just getting my name out in the community.”

Felix said nothing, just staring at her.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry!” He laughed. “Netta, you’re not the one that should be sorry. Yes, I wish you told me, but only so I could stop something like this from happening!”

“What?” She stared at the magazine, finding no error in it. “Nothing seems to be the matter.”

“Look at the women you were standing with in the back.”

“What’s wrong with them? They were all really nice to me.”

“Look at what you were all wearing!”

“The bathing suits? I mean, sure they were a little much, but...”

“A little much?” Felix reached out and grabbed Marinette’s hand. “Netta I really don’t want to have to spell this out for you, but I will.”

He placed his free hand on the magazine. “Agreste is wearing a black pair of swim trunks and yet your widely edited suit is put in the background! It’s idiotic! Your design should clearly be in the foreground; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Gabriel’s brand!”

Marinette fought back a giggle. “Really? That’s why you’re so upset?”

“Yes, in fact I’ve already set up another shoot with my mothers brand for this Saturday, to reconcile this despicable mistake. That is, assuming you’re free.”

“Will you be there?”

“Of course. I may not enjoy the tedious hours of modeling, but that’s not to say I haven’t learned a thing or two about photography and common sense.”

“Pfff.” Marinette could fight her giggles no longer.

“Marinette, please, this is serious.”

“No it isn’t! I’m just trying to get people to recognize my name.”

“So this shoot will further that!”

“You know what?” She raised her hands. “I surrender. I’ve got nothing going on Saturday, I’ll be your model.”

He sighed. “Thank you, that’s all I ask.”

——

“Hey Marinette?” A timid voice came up from behind her.

“Oh, Juleka. Hi!”

“Hey. I was wondering if you would sign the shoot you did.”

“Oh yeah! No problem.”

“Actually,” Felix slid in front of her, “Marinette, as an employee of Culpa designing, will only be signing these photos.” He swapped the Agreste shoot with a picture from the Culpa shoot.

Juleka’s eyes widened and she lifted her bangs for a better look. “Whoa.”

Felix nodded. “Indeed.”

“Will you sign it?”

Marinette grinned. “Of course.” She scribbled her signature at the bottom.

“Thanks, you’re definitely my favorite model.”

Marinette stood stick still, stunned.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, famed model and designer.”

“Stop it!” She laughed and punched him in the arm.

“I’m not wrong; you truly enjoyed it and there’s no reason why you can’t do both.”

Marinette pondered that for a moment.

Why not both?

—Bonus—

“No, I’ll just be a model designer!” She smirked and finger gunned at him.

Felix groaned. “No puns please.”

“No problem, but could you model how quiet I should be?”

“I’m regretting everything.”

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fic-al · 4 years ago

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Oops hadn’t realized I didn’t post the final chapter on here previously.

Easter Bernie: Easter Sunday.

Here's someone who really loves you. Don't ever go away.That's what these walls would say. (If These Old Walls Could Speak, Jimmy Webb)

“Right over left, round and then through,” Fred repeated again, as he secured Reggie’s tie. “You will get the hang of it, son, easy when you knows how.”

“Thanks Uncle Fred,” Reggie was determined, he would master the tricky accessory by the end of the day. It couldn’t be more of a skill then changing a beer barrel, and he could do that.

“Oh, look at you two, all suited and booted, don’t you look smart,” Violet emerged from the Crown kitchen, wearing the dress and coat she had worn for Chummy’s wedding.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Violet,” beamed a perfectly groomed Val in a coral trouser suit and cream silken vest top.

“Who has one of those phone things, that takes a picture?” Evie asked, smoothing down a new floral dress she had treated herself to.

“Everyone Evie,” Val laughed, “Except you and Paddy.”

“Must be a pub thing,” added Jack, coming through the door, to cries of dismay.

“Jack, you are in jeans,” cried Vi.

“Talk about letting the side down,” remarked Fred.

Jack looked abashed, but added, “Thought I would stay behind, make sure no-one breaks in and steals all the eggs.”

“Jack, you know Paddy want’s us all to attend Easter Service this morning. If we are having a joint Easter Festival this year, it starts at ten o’clock at St. Preservus,” admonished Vi.

Jack looked at his trainers. That were at least clean.

“Let’s say no more about it, you will have to do,” Evie concluded.

The last member of the party had arrived through the door marked Private, that led to the living quarters of the Crown. Paddy gave a harsh look at Jack, but said nothing.

“You always scrub up well Mr T, you should wear suits more often,” blushed Vi followed by Paddy.

Val brought him back down to earth, “Would you like me to do your hair?”

Paddy gave Val the look reserved just for her and her cheek, the one that kept her quiet for about five seconds.

“Right then, is everybody ready?” another glance at a fidgety Jack, Paddy continued, “Bernie and Tim are meeting us there.”

xxxx

The Crown seven shuffled into the pew at the back of Saint Preservus, led in by Vi and ushered in by Paddy bringing up the rear.

“Hello, I see the naughty pew has been taken this morning,” beamed Peter Noakes, “that is usually reserved for the Noakes family.”

“Have we stolen your seat?” laughed Paddy.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the Crown, there won’t be a fight,” joked Peter as he and Camilla sat in front with Phyllis accompanying Lady Keville and aromatherapist Jane Sutton. “Looks like that’s the Crown pew this morning,” Phyllis winked at Paddy.

“Shove up!” the southern accent demanded, faintly attempting the local dialect.

“Trixie, that’s the pub pew this morning, come and join us,” Chummy suggested.

Paddy had already shifted for Trixie to sit down,

“I am representing Bernie,” Trixie grinned.

“Trixie is Team Crown,” Val added on the other side of Paddy.

“You ready for today, Trixie?” Paddy asked.

“I think so, I have some understanding of an egg hunt and even the hill rolling, but jarping remains a mystery to me,” Trixie informed him in all seriousness.

Paddy leaned in and kept his voice low, aware of his surroundings.

“Right then, the Crown and Church Easter Jarping Tournament, or as it was formerly known, the Crown Inn Easter Jarping Tournament. It's very easy to understand the rules.”

“I believe you,” Trixie smiled, but did not laugh.

Paddy leant forward in an attempt to not be overheard and Trixie followed him, “It is played in a knock-out format, like the FA Cup.” Trixie nodded she understood, Paddy continued his voice below his usual range. “Each contestant selects a hard boiled egg prepared by a neutral source.” Trixie nodded she was following. “Competitors divide into pairs. One is the holder or Jarpee and the other is the thruster or Jarper. You following Trix?”

“I think so?” she whispered back, her cheeks slightly flushed. Paddy swallowed and continued at the lower vibration.

“The holder grasps their egg with their dominant hand revealing just the tip. The Jarper holds their egg also in their dominant hand. The Jarper needs to know they can make a firm contact with the other egg, so gently rubs the end of their tool against the opponents to ensure the certainty of contact. So the Jarper has one attempt to make a clean strike. You following?” Paddy paused.

“Yes,” Trixie assured in a rather higher pitch than she intended, “It’s very warm in here, or is it just me?” she added removing her scarf. Paddy nodded still sat forwards whispering into Trixie’s ear.

“The pair then swap places and repeat this series of events. Everyone has a turn with everyone else. Once both tips of your egg are cracked, you are eliminated. The winner is the final competitor to have at least one end intact.”

The congregation hushed as Tom Hereward arrived in the pulpit, to start the service, just as Chummy who was sat directly in front of Paddy and Trixie exclaimed a little too loudly, “I’ve never been more aroused.”

Timothy Turner sitting at the organ, couldn’t help turn toward the back of the church to see where all the sniggering was coming from. To be honest, he knew exactly where the laughter was coming from, but he had to look. Lucille, in front of her choir, exchanged glances with him and they shrugged their shoulders. He looked at Bernie, who was shaking her head and glaring at the back of the church. Tom Hereward was looking a little flushed and said, “Shall we begin.”

xxxx

Back at the Crown it was all stations go. Violet gave a wicker basket to Fred.

“These are the onion peel dyed eggs, for egg rolling down Crown Bank. Take them to the back of the pub and remember it is one egg per child.”

“I wondered where that pong of onions was coming from. They do look pretty though, but don’t half pen and ink,” the brewer preferred a more hoppy odour.

“Jack, you take these plain eggs to the beer garden. There is a table set up with colouring pens and markers for the more artistic types. Remember one egg per child,” Jack nodded at Violet to reassure her he had got it.

“That leaves the jarpers for later. The Church are in charge of the Easter Egg Hunt around the village. I just hope they haven’t made it too difficult for the little ones,” Violet took a breath.

“I think it was Tim and Lucille who hid them, so should be all right Vi,” Val reassured with a wink.

xxxx

“So I just drop my egg down the bank?”

“Trixie, you must have rolled an Easter Egg before?” Bernie thought her friend was deliberately being dense.

“You mean one smelling of onions, can’t say I have,” Poplar's latest resident snapped back.

“No wonder we want to shot them away down the hill,” laughed Fred.

“What is the point?” Trixie wasn’t satisfied.

“It’s just a laugh, you race your pals and see how many times you can roll it, before it cracks,” Bernie was losing patience.

“Represents the stone rolling away from the tomb,” Paddy interjected, Bernie made a shocked face and Paddy grabbed her by the waist and said, “What? I am not a complete heathen,” threatening to roll her down the hill.

“So once I have rolled this, I have to go down the hill, retrieve it and if it hasn’t cracked, do it again, until it does?” Trixie said, keeping a wide berth from wrestling Paddy and Bernie, the latter now screaming.

Fred feeling a bit awkward himself with the tactileness of the moment, nodded at Trixie,

“Better get a move on love, don’t want to miss the start of the duck race.”

“Sorry?”

“The duck race down the Tweaven, first duck to Mount Busby wins.”

Paddy interrupted, suddenly letting go of Bernie, who actually did stagger a few feet down hill before achieving traction. “My favourite bit,” he grinned.

“You race real ducks, that is medieval,” protested Trixie.

“This from the Poplar sheep rustler,” corrected Paddy.

Bernie saved the situation and herself from joining the eggs at the bottom of the hill,

“They are not real ducks, Trixie, you know those ones you put in your bath, those rubber ones. You put your mark on one and the first one Reggie spots at the farm, wins.”

“Who has a bath these days? Haven't you all got showers yet?” Trixie was confused.

Paddy huffed. Bernie added, “You might be the one at the farm, waiting for a duck next year.”

“I don’t think that is in my job description,” Trixie added, but she didn’t look convinced.

Fred and Paddy were trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face, “Fancy a pint, Fred?”

“Not arf, Doc,” he replied, already heading for the pub.

“You are all as cracked as these eggs,” Trixie said, delicately tossing her egg southwards.

xxxx

Trixie walked back to the front of the Crown and wondering if she was doing the right thing moving to potty Poplar. She made her way to the beer garden and was surprised to see her new employers surrounded by sticky fingers and loud chatter. Turner Prize nominee Patience Mount, was decorating eggs with the village children. She was helping a few of the Sunday School class with their fragile Easter bonnets, some of which looked more like caps or helmets.

Delia, never far away, stood guard over a cardboard box, where a couple of fluffy yellow chicks were being coo’d over. Phyllis was still accompanying Lady Keville, who had brought a large selection of knitted egg warmers in all the colours of the rainbow. They were showing a group of children how to make the pom-pom version of the tweety little critters in Delia’s box. Lucille had been delighted with these knitted extras, and had Tim yarn-bomb Poplar, distributing them around the village, as part of the Easter Egg Trail.

Trixie was feeling a little bit lost. Bernie had returned from the egg rolling in one piece and was now interrogating Paddy, “What were you all laughing at in church, tell me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he winked at Trixie.

Trixie grinned, “I feel like a vegan in the hen house. What can I do, to help at my first Poplar Easter Festival?”

“Well, you are good at sales, you can be in charge of the raffle,” Paddy said, as if he had given her the combination to his safe.

Val placed on the bar a huge cuddly grey and white rabbit, holding a large gold foil covered chocolate egg. Trixie forced a smile.

“There are a couple of envelopes there too; Second Prize is a Mount Busby Alpaca Day Out and third prize is a Meal for Two at the Crown.” Paddy announced proudly and Trixie suddenly connected with her new life.

Until Bernie spoilt it, “Fourth prize is an Alpaca Day Out and a meal at the Crown,” laughing hysterically at her own joke. While Trixie, Val and Paddy refused to. Even though Val’s lips were twitching.

Valerie passed Trixie a tupperware box full of coins “A float; to get you started, they always come with notes.” Trixie smiled a little bit.

xxxx

The sun was lowering behind the Cleveland Hills, cooling the Crown beer garden. The last of the tables had been cleared and the clutter added to the recycling bin. Val was taking orders for drinks. The children had all gone home. The Two Loves had taken Antonia back to Bagnall Hall. Trixie sat proudly admiring a brightly decorated toilet roll inner with a bright yellow toy chick with a wonky beak, stuck on the top with blu-tack.

“I can’t believe you won the Egg Jarping, Trixie,” Bernie shook her head.

“Beginner's luck,” shouted an envious Jack.

“Expert training,” suggested Paddy.

“What are you going to do with your trophy, Trixie?” laughed Val

“Put it on top of Bernie’s telly,” Trixie said emphatically.

“That monstrosity is not coming into my house,” Bernie cried in mock indignation.

“Oi, Tim made that,” Paddy yelled.

“About ten years ago, Dad!” Tim blushed in horror. Lucille and Jack’s laughter adding insult to injury.

Tom and Bobby and baby Hereward appeared. It was the first time they had been seen since church. They had been overseeing the egg hunt around the village and offering refreshments at the church, a role Bernie had envied.

“The church is locked up, and the village is litter free,” explained Bobby to Julia who was sipping on a Crabbies’ ginger beer, emphasis on the beer.

“Splendid, everyone has worked so hard today,” Julia commented. “That little one looks tired,” she added, observing a grouchy baby in Bobby’s arms.

“She actually needs changing,” Bobby explained.

Val, who was passing Evie a pint of Easter Egg Ale informed the young mother, “The toilets are just inside Mrs Hereward, the changing facilities are in there.”

“Oh thanks, Valerie,” said Bobby and moved toward the backdoor.

Tom held up a hand, “We should really be getting home, love.”

“Aren't you two stopping for a drink, we’ve all earned it,” asked Julia, taking another sip of her memory.

“No, we better get home and get this little madam seen to,” Tom laughed weakly.

“Be quicker, just to change her here if she's uncomfortable?” Phyllis, sipping on a double brandy, offered.

“I would rather we went home,” replied Tom curtly.

“The facilities here are excellent. I should know, I make sure they are spotless every morning,” Evie’s tone held authority.

“But it is 6pm,” Tom’s voice had a higher pitch now.

“Bernie or myself, check the loos every hour. If you look on the door, we have to sign to say everything is in order,” Val couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Look, you’re all very kind, but I don't want my daughter being changed in a pub toilet,” Tom’s voice was adamant.

Evie looked as if she was about to combust.

Julia intervened, “Tom, maybe you should get your family home, we have all had a long day.”

“And confusing. I am sorry, but I really haven’t seen the point of this. We welcomed everyone to church this morning, for the most important date in the Christian calendar, and then chased them all to the pub. Where is the message in that?”

The youth minister's words left the beer garden in a dense fog of discomfort. Julia looked lost for a moment. It was Phyllis who spoke up,

“Today was about community lad, bringing the village and the wider area together. These two buildings have been central to this village for over 300 years. It’s about time they came together.”

Phyllis had given Julia time to compose herself, “We will discuss the issues you have raised concerning a joint festival in a meeting tomorrow, Mr Hereward.”

Baby Hereward was becoming more grumpy, and Bobby was struggling to placate her. Paddy, who had been very quiet through this most recent exchange of views, offered quietly.

“Mrs Herward, your daughter seems very unhappy. Would you like to take her upstairs to the flat? Where you can have ample space and privacy.”

“Lets go Bobby, I will see you tomorrow, Reverend,” Tom nodded at Julia, Bobby didn’t have time to acknowledge Paddy’s offer, as she was pushed by her husband towards the door.

Someone with not the longest fuse in Poplar, had sweaty palms and a racing heart and a mouth she couldn’t keep shut.

“If yer have issues with the joint festival, then that is fine, Mr Hereward, as Reverend Lewis said that needs to be discussed between you tomorrow.” Everyone recognised the north of the border twang. That wasn’t done yet.

“But I have issue with your attitude right now concerning this house, it is so much more than an alehouse, it’s a place where people work, it is a home.” Tom stopped in his tracks, Bernie went on,

“Your place of work just happens to be the House of God. Now we were invited into that house this morning and everyone here, acted in a respectful manner.” Bernie took a breath. There was some awkward shuffling on the garden benches. She was on a roll though,

“You were invited into our home today and I feel you have not returned that respect. To say the Crown isn’t a fit place for a child, maybe you want to take a look at Timothy Turner, he was raised here. Would Mrs Turner have chosen this as a home, if she thought the Crown wasn't a fit place for a child? I think he has turned out pretty OK, don’t you?”

Tim wished at this point, that people would just remember who he was, and not feel the need to check by staring at him. Fortunately Bernie went on,

“Surely what matters is not whether it is a House of Prayer or a House of Refreshment, but a House of Love. And you can take my word for it, for what that may be worth. This house is just that. There is so much love in this house, I am only sorry yer canae feel it.”

Later Trixie said that she started the clapping, but everyone was sure it was Val, followed by Lucille. There was definitely a “Well said lass,” from Phyllis and somebody, maybe more than one, said her dad would be proud. Was there an Amen? The kids just said, “You don’t mess with our Bernie.” Did anyone notice Paddy said nothing, he just beamed with pride. If pride was a signal the Crown was 5G?

xxxxx

“I am barred from St Preservus.That’s the Mission I have offended and the church in one week,” Bernie complained.

There was only her and Paddy now. The sun had gone to its rest behind the hills. They sat on Frank and Peggy’s bench sharing a secret ciggie, Bernie perched on Paddy’s knee.

“Nonsense, Julia totally supported you. It’s Mr Hereward who should be worried and as for the Mission, does that really matter now, Bernie?”

“Mr Hereward is young and idealistic, everything is black and white to him, I used to know someone else like that,” she smiled stubbing out the butt of the fag, they hoped Tim would never know about.

“What happened to her?” Paddy said, turning her face gently towards his with both hands.

“She came home,” she smiled and kissed him tenderly, in a way that she was just beginning to understand.

“Bernie, you know this can be your home, whenever you want it to be, on whatever terms you want.” He looked at her intently. Bernie knew if she didn’t save herself, she would drown in those eyes.

“You know what I do want?” she kissed him on the forehead and pushed back his unruly hair. He just raised both eyebrows saying tell me?

“Are those pink wafers still behind the bar?”

“Go see,” he laughed, helping her off his knee.

Bernie almost ran to the bar. She found a package wrapped in gold foil with a red bow. She ripped open recklessly the carefully wrapped box. Only to find a large brightly coloured tin which read Huntley and Palmer Superior Biscuits. Bernie’s expression looked like it was Christmas, birthdays and Easter all at once.

“Paddy, I bloody love you.”

Paddy smiled, “Happy Easter, Bernie,”

#call the midwife fic #easter bernie #easter sunday #sorry i hadn't realized I hadn't posted on fic-al

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