#I thought about this being serious when I first sketched it out but decided to make it a shitpost just 4 me . Yaey

[circuscountdowns]

garlic bread………

[lucimaaie]

missed you ✧.* tlou

pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader

summary - ellie was just missing you when you showed up at her doorstep

warning - short & not proofread as always

being ellie's ex was no doubt awkward. more at the beginning when everything's fresh and you just have to get used to not being together anymore. seeing something that reminds you of her or not being able to knock on her door and say. "i just need you right now."

then a couple months pass, a year, then three and things were normal. relatively normal for exes, ellie guessed. you didn't talk much besides what was needed or when you happened to end up together.

ellie wasn’t going to admit that she missed you. you were her first relationship, sure. that mattered, she knew that, but something in her head told her she needed to not need you. that that was the mature thing to do: not needing your ex-girlfriend. that’s not what she wanted to call you.

she couldn’t rekindle things again, could she? what if she fucked everything up again and everyone in the town found out? she rolled her eyes at the thought and tried to fix the mess she’d made of her sketch. she’d gotten your nose all wrong and it just didn’t look like you.

the thought that she was forgetting what you look like made her want to knock on your door at..3am in the morning. “damn,” ellie rubbed her eye as she realized the time. she shut her book and walked over to her bed when a quiet rapping on the door stopped her. she waited for it to continue and it did. in that familiar beat that was meant for the two of you when sneaking out to see each other was a big no-no.

ellie realizing it was you, cursed as she searched for pants to put on and a jacket to throw on. she scrambled around to get dressed before opening the door with a startled expression. "hi."

"hi." you sung, swaying from side to side like a child.

ellie tilted her head at your behavior before replying. "are you okay?"

"m'finee. why does everyone keep asking that?" you stepped forward to lean against the doorframe but you ended up leaning and missing the frame altogether.

"woah," ellie barely caught you when it hit her. you were drunk. or high off your ass. or both. either way it was concerning how you got like this and decided to come to her of all people. "you're drunk. like really drunk." her hands wrapped around your waist moved to your arms, pulling you inside before closing the door behind you. "drunk." ellie laughed in disbelief as she looked at you.

she'd wanted to see you, but this wasn't exactly the way she imagined it. regardless, she was happy to see you not so tense around her. "staring." you sang again, flopping back onto the bed.

"shit, sorry. let's get you sober." she grabbed the cup on her desk and walked to the bathroom, but not before taking a glance at you. "ish." it wasn't long before she sat next to you. "here."

you sat up and gulped down the water, something you'd probably regret later, and handed her the cup. "ah," you laid back down.

"ah-ah" ellie pulled you back up. "you are not gonna throw up on my bed. please don't do that."

you opened your mouth in offense. "I wouldn't-" you hiccuped. "do that. I wouldn't do that, el. I promise." you said as if it was the most serious thing on earth.

"i believe you." ellie couldn't help but laugh.

she let out a deep breath as she looked at you in your own world. it was good seeing you be you again. it reminded of her of the nights she'd force you into watching some shitty 80s movie for movie night and listen to you complain about it the whole time. or patrols when you'd gift her some random thing you found who knows where saying "it reminds me of you." with a horrible attempt at a wink. days when there was less to worry about.

"missed you, you know." she said quietly. "a lot actually." the confession didn't come off her chest easily but you wouldn't remember later anyway. call it a test run.

"I missed you too, e." you said so naturally she questioned the truth of it. though it seems she was given her answer when you patted around for her hand. she quickly gave it to you. "we shouldn't have broke up." you slurred.

ellie froze. "don't say that."

"why not?" you pouted, leaning your head onto your shoulder. you looked up at her with slightly glossy eyes.

"cause i'm gonna think it's true.” she disconnected her hand from yours to put her arm around your shoulder. “and you’re drunk which meant i shouldn’t take anything you say to heart.”

“that’s just mean. you should take everything i say to heart.” you nuzzled your head into her neck, making her let out a strained hum. you knew she was touch-starved and was probably doing this to tease her. goddamn you.

“that’s very credible.” she got up. “c’mon, you’re gonna sit up in bed till you fall asleep.” ellie squatted down to take off your boots and set them by the bed.

“will you lay down with me?”

her eyes flicked back up to you at the question. she shut them for a while, trying to keep her head on a straight. “you’re not laying down, remember?”

“fine. will you sit up with me?”

“in bed?”

“yup.” you popped the p like this was some casual occurrence. like the last time you’d been this close wasn’t three years ago.

“okay.” ellie said slowly.

“yay.”

“just like a kid.” ellie smiled as she pulled back the covers and patted the spot. you glared at her for the comment and she matched the energy with a smile in her eyes. “get in, kid.”

“only cause i want to.”

after you slid in, ellie did the same. she looked at the ceiling as you scooted closer to her and laid your head on her shoulder again. this time your hands snuck around her waist. “had no idea you were a cuddly drunk.” ellie smiled as you giggled.

“i’ve grown up.”

“i see.” ellie grabbed on your hands from her waist, feeling brave enough to lace your fingers together. she’d enjoy the closeness for the moment. in the morning, you’d awkwardly apologize and scamper off. probably not talk to her for a while.

“missed you.” you mumbled sleepily before closing your eyes. “missed this.”

“me too,” ellie looked at you in this relaxed state. thankful for the opportunity to see this before the morning hit. but she didn’t want to think about that now. she wanted to think of how cute you looked sleepy. how much you enjoyed her touch. how much she was enjoying your touch. “me too.” she laid her head on yours.

thank you for reading!

[leah-lover]

Sketches. Mapi x Ingrid x reader.

Summary: what happens when Ingrid and mapi discover the sketches r drew of them.

------------------------------------------------

Doom scrolling on your phone after practice was your favorite activity of the day. You would come home exhausted, throw your kitbag in the hallway, and cocoon in your coach for about an hour.

Today was no different. You got home and did the same thing. You opened TikTok, and scrolled half mindedly. One video though grabbed your attention. It was a tik tok from the official page of Barcelona where your teammates were asked to describe you in a few words.

Cata was the first to answer and she did so by describing you as quiet. It was fair you didn't talk much if at all. It's not that you weren't comfortable enough with the team, you were just a quiet person. Irene was next and she called you kind which put a smile on your face. All your teammates called you different versions of sweet, kind, funny, quiet, and shy. You found their words endearing and it almost brought you to tears. This reaction quickly went away after you heard what mapi described you. “ Talented artist.” your face turned white and your heartbeat was accelerating. Her answer was followed by Ingrid who described you as an “ impressive painter.”

You dropped your phone quickly. “ No it can't be. No no no no. Fuck!!” You got up from the couch and tried to keep yourself busy. You put away your kit bag, did laundry , cleaned the house surprisingly thoroughly. You even meal prepped. all of this so that you wouldn't think about that video, their response, and what most likely saw.

Your alarm found you awake for the first time since the champion’s league final which spoke greatly to the anxiety you were experiencing. The thought of being face to face with them knowing that they know your secret terrified you but had to go to training so you did, and your mission was to get through the day without making contact with them because if you did you would either cry or throw up and that wasn't an option.

“ Nena what's wrong?” Asked Alexia at the meeting room.

“ Nothing capi everything is good.” You say trying to contain your tears. That's when she held your hand and redirected her focus to the coach. She rubbed her thumb across your knuckles once in a while. Once the meeting was over she pulled you gently out of the room and to a different room.

“ We are not getting out of this room until you tell me what is wrong.” Alexia looked so gentle, caring and a little bit worried. But you couldn't tell her what was wrong.

“ Nena I love you and I care about you deeply. Your anxiety is clearly through the roof. Just let me help you. We decided that you would let me help, remember.” She put her hand on your shoulder and desperately waited for an answer.

Alexia was like a big sister to you. She helped you survive your time in Barca but your issue right now was within the team not the pressure or the limelight and you know there was nothing to fix it.

“ I want a transfer. I want to leave Barcelona. I want to leave. “ You close your eyes so that you won't cry.

“ It's okay pequena everything is gonna be okay. I can fix this, whatever this is I can fix it. Trust me.” She pulled you in for a hug. Your anxiety was through the roof and the voices in your head were screaming vile and scary things at you.

“ I want to leave ale. I am serious.” You try to say sturnely.

“ You are one of your best strikers. We need you now more than ever if we want to quadruple again. And we do so you are staying.” She just held you as you cried some more.

Once you calmed down you apologized to Alexia. “ I guess you aren't gonna tell me right?” she asked again.

“ It's just about a stupid video.” You tried to stop the words as they were coming out of your mouth but it was too late.

“What video?” She asked suspiciously.

“ A video posted by the Barca page. It's nothing to worry about. Sorry capi, I didn't mean to freak out.”

“ It's fine Nena if you don't feel like training you can go home. “ She proposed after realizing you won't say anything.

“ Yeah I think that is a good idea.” You went to the locker room, grabbed your bag and left. Alexia then pulled out her phone and searched for the video you were talking about. She watched it 3 times and her teamates’s answers seemed fine, but she got suspicious of mapi and Ingrid's answers so she went to talk to them.

“ Maria, Ingrid, I need to talk to you.” Demanded the captain. They complied and waited for her at the side of the pitch.

“ Where is Nena?” Asked mapi.

“ That's what I am here to talk to you about. She went home now. I just managed to calm her down but she isn't okay. She was crying and she said she wanted a transfer from this team. She also said something about a video the social media team posted. I didn't understand anything.” Mapi and Ingrid gave one another a look they both understood. They knew what troubled you and they felt bad for it.

“ Don't worry about it ale. We will make things right, I promise you.” Said Ingrid.

“So you did something wrong. You hurt her somehow” Alexia started to frown with anger.

“ Ale calm down, I will tell you everything just not now. Everything will be alright tomorrow.”

“Well it better fucking be or you will answer to me.” added the captain before leaving.

When you arrived home your head was pounding because of the crying so you headed straight to your bedroom, got under the covers and slept almost immediately, too tired to do anything else. You only woke up when your phone was buzzing under your pillow.

“ Hola” you answered without checking who is calling.

“ Hola Nena, I need you to open the door. We are standing outside.” Said a familiar voice.

You put your phone to the side and went straight to your door not realizing what you were doing.

Once you opened the door, your eyes opened wide, surprised at who was at your door. You stood there like a statue trying desperately to calm the voices in your head.

“Nena , please let us in, we need to talk to you.” said ingrid in the gentlest voice you ever heard.

You couldn't kick them out so you stepped aside and let them get in. By the time you got to the living room your heart was beating very fast, each breath was harder and harder and the walls around you started to close in on you. Mapi was the first one to notice so she came running towards you. She took your hand, guided you to the couch and started to construct you to take deep breaths.

“ I am gonna leave. Transfer window is in 2 weeks so the coach has enough time to secure a deal with a new team. Even if they dont we can fake an injury for the media and I can just stay home until the summer where we can look again for another deal. You don't have to worry about anything. I won't cause any problems i swear. . ” you say once you get your breath back.

“ nena why do you think anybody wants you to leave?” askes ingrid.

“ I know you think I am a creep, I understand that. I don't want to cause any problems within the team so I am leaving.” you try to say as calmly as you can.

“ nena we don't think you are creepy.” replied mapi. You look at them with confusion. What if you understood everything all wrong? what if you had jumped to false confusion? What if this was all a misunderstanding from you part?

“ You said in that video that I draw really well. I never showed you any of my drawings so that means that you saw them.” you try to piece everything together.

They both look at eachother hesitantly before ingrid starts talking.

“ The other day in the locker room you wanted to talk to the physio and left your ipad open, that's when I saw a drawing of myself and I zoomed out to see the full picture. I then accidentally swiped and saw that you drew a few portraits of me and mapi separately and together.” you knew that they saw the portraits, but hearing the words come out of ingrid’s mouth made the situation much worse for you. Those drawings were something sacred and intimate to you. You expressed your every thought through them. They were your safe space and they gave solace. But now they have changed into a nightmare that would force you to leave your favorite place in the world.

“ Did you see all of them?” your voice seemed to have shrunk and as you ask the question staring at the floor.

“ yes but we don't think it's creepy. We think it's beautiful that you drew us.” mapi didn't know what to say. She was afraid that she said the wrong thing and made the situation worse.

“ mapi you saw 79 portraits of you and your girlfriend on my ipad. Very detailed portraits of the two of you that I drew when I was near you in the meeting room or training or the dinner hall or even my own bedroom and you don't think that that’s a little bit sick.” you ask the question sarcastically.

“ No we don't. look we didn't come here to fight with you or reprimand you we….” you didn't let ingrid finish her sentence, you instead got up, grabbed your ipad and displayed the portraits for them.

“ You seriously don't think this portrait is creepy.” you show them a portrait you drew of them kissing. You weren't thinking of how embarrassing this moment was, you were trying to convince yourself that they hate you because it was better than the alternative. “ Look, I hate myself for this more than you could ever hate me. That's why I want to leave. I am not going to make you feel uncomfortable anymore. “

“ can you please just shut up for a moment. We don't hate you, we don't find you creepy, we liked what we saw, and we think you are very talented. Please don't turn this into something it's not. And please don't ask for a transfer.” mapi didn't mean for her words to come out like that but she couldn't stand seeing the hurt on your face.

“ Look what Maria means to say is that it's all good with us. You don't have to worry about anything and that we are sorry we brought it up in the first place.” ingrid then extended her arms and offered you a hug which you took. You hugged her and mapi again as they left your apartment. Once you found yourself alone in your house again you grabbed your ipad and smashed it to the ground cracking the screen. You left it there on the ground and went straight to bed.

While you slept soundly the couple were the ones that would stay awake late at night.

' you shouldn't have said it like that maria.’ reprimanded ingrid.

“ What did you want me to do? I couldn't just sit there and let her insult herself.” defended mapi.

“ I don't think we handled it right. We should have talked to her more.”

“ you have seen her when she closes herself off. You can't break through when she does that. Once she convinced herself with something you can't undo it. And now she convinced herself that we hate her which isn't true.”

“ We have to find a way to convince her otherwise. She can't leave.”

“ she won't, amor.”

The next day was travel day and you were the first on that bus. You sat in the front, put on your head phones and closed your eyes. The team knew from alexia not to bother you and alexia was informed by ingrid and mapi to let them handle your situation.

You didn't hear anybody get on the bus, you only realized what was happening when the bus started moving. You weren't bothered for the first 20 minutes of the ride but that didn't last long because somebody snatched an airpod from your ear.

“ No iPad today?” asked a smiling mapi who sat next to you . Ingrid sat in front of you.

“ No, I gave that up.”

“ It's a shame you were very good at it.” she responded.

“ Since when did you start drawing?” asked ingrid.

“ since I was a kid. My therapist used to encourage me to do it because I wasn't so good at expressing what i am feeling.”

“ and these drawings help you express your feelings?” you knew what ingrid was getting to and you didn't want to go there so you went for your phone to try and increase the volume of the airpod left in your ear but ingrid’s hand got to it first.

“ Yesterday we were scared that we would say the wrong thing. But today I would rather say the wrong thing than lose you nena.” what ingrid said shocked you.

“ So you were saying that drawing helps you express things right?” continues mapi.

“ yeah. I am not very good at words. I never was so I drew all the words I couldn't say. “

“ Do you have your ipad with you?” asked ingrid.

“ No, I don't have an ipad anymore i smashed it yesterday.”

“ why?”

“ because….” you were quickly interrupted by mapi “ don't you dare say it's creepy.”

A staff member interrupts your conversation by putting an envelope on the table.

“ room 1209, 3 beds like you asked.” she said looking at mapi.

“ What did you do?” you ask confused.

“ I am making sure you are not leaving.”

The bus stopped so you couldn't continue the conversation. You weren't left any room to protest the decision that was made for you as the couple were more stubborn than you are.

Once you got in the room you were hit with the reality that you were going to have to sleep in the same room as them.

“ mapi i can't stay here.”

“ why not?”

“ You know the reason why.”

“ No we dont.” said ingrid.

“ Please don't make me go through this. I promise I won't leave, just please don't make me.”

“ I don't understand why you are so upset right now. We are just going to share a room.

The couple knew that playing dumb would anger you enough that you would start talking. The melancholic look on their faces hit the nail on the head.

“ i cant be here because of the same reason i drew those fucking drawing.. I tried to get you out of my head by drawing you and fantasizing about you but i can't stay stop whatever i am feeling from coming out when i'm sleeping and you are cuddling next to me.”

“ Why would that bother you?” they continued to play on your built up anger.

“ It bothers me because I want to be in the middle of you. I want to be with you. That's why I drew you, that's why I fantasize about it and that's why I can't sleep here.” you weren't realizing what you were saying not until you said it and it hit you like a truck.

Suddenly , you see the couple moving two beds together, taking off their shoes, and laying on the bed. Ingrid then taps on the space between them calling you over.

“ you gotta be fucking kidding me?” you say.

“ We knew what you felt the day we saw you drawing but we thought we were just reaching or projecting our feelings towards you. Since yesterday we were trying to get you to admit your feelings so that we would do too but you kept on insulting yourself which was nice by the way so we resulted in playing dumb which clearly worked. “ said mapi.

“ We care about you, we don't want to lose you. We don't have to figure out everything right now so just come and lay with us please. “ added ingrid.

You were moving on autopilot when you took off your shoes and layed in the middle of the bed between them . you stared at ingrid’s eyes for long time before you moved or spoke.

“ Your eyes are so beautiful I could never capture them in a drawing.” you then look over at mapi “ and you smile i don't think i have never seen it up close. This is too much.” you try to get up but they stop you.

“ We don't have to do anything right now.” mapi handed you a notebook and a pen.

“ Why don't you draw this moment now.” you take the pen and the biggest smile spreads on your face as you get up, look at them, and start drawing as they admired you.

[xcaptain-winterx]

i have no idea if you are accepting request but could you write where reader is in labor and her husband, steve rogers is out in a mission and kind of missed the birth of his new born daughter

I love this idea💙

26:44:49

summary: above

warnings: child birth, blood, fluff, angst, sad Steve, happy Steve, guest appearances

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Steve Rogers Masterlist

Being married to an Avenger sounds like a dream and it indeed is one. There are a lot of good sides to it, like literally never having to worry about being robbed, while you’re on a walk with them. Sadly there are some things though, that are not that nice, like missions. Of course you like hearing on the news that your husband saved people or when he tells you that they took down another bad facility, but you don’t like that he has to leave. What if he gets hurt or doesn’t make it back. Your husband, the famous Captain America, isn’t really on hydras friend list.

Steve’s also scared when he’s not with you. What if something happens to you? The list of enemies is long and knowing that he’s not always there to protect you scares him.

Everything changed when you got pregnant. The day you found out was probably one of the best moments in your life, and seeing Steve's face light up when you told him made it even better. Steve knew from the moment you told him that he was going to be the best dad ever for your little bean. He almost passed out when you both found out that you were having a girl. A Girl. A little baby girl.

He would stay up at night, talking to your belly about how excited he is to meet her and tell her about everything that is going on.

“Yesterday we painted your nursery, bean. I drew some sketches that are now hanging there. I Hope you are going to like them.”

“Uncle Bucky came today and helped me build the crib, while your mom was with her friends shopping. Don’t tell her, but we were both completely lost on what we should do.”

“I think we need to talk about the food you want. I may be old enough to be your grandfather or even great grandfather, but I don’t think that pickles and peanut butter are a good combination.”

“I’m so excited to meet you, everyone is, especially your mom.”

“Can you promise me to make it easy for your mom when you arrive? She’s been carrying you for eight months now and even if she doesn’t want to admit it, I know she’s tired.”

Everything was going amazing, three more weeks and your baby girl was going to arrive, but sadly Nick Fury decided it was ok to send your husband on a mission. Steve was furious when Fury told him. He tried to explain that he can’t, that his wife is going to give birth soon, but Fury didn’t give in. It was a mission that involved saving people from an underground facility.

You overheard them talking on the phone and how Steve is needed for it. Obviously you hate the thought of Steve going on a mission, but you hate the thought of innocent people being held captive in a dark room even more. You also saw that Steve didn’t like the thought either.

After the call you told Steve that it’s ok if he goes. He told you that he’s not going on that mission and that you can’t convince him.

And he was right.

For thirteen hours.

Apparently being highly emotional during pregnancy can help in convincing your husband to join a mission.

The day he left for the mission was not easy for both of you. He tried to not wake you up but failed.

“You shouldn’t be up. Go back to bed, sweetheart”

“I wanted to be awake when you go”

A slight smile appears on Steve's face “I love you, you know” he says, pulling you closer to him, while making sure to not put too much pressure on the belly.

“I hope so or I’m going to give you the ring back” you say with a smirk, trying not to show how sad you are “I love you, too.”

He smirks at you “Hold up. First” he softly slaps your ass, making you gasp and him laugh.“Now” Steve goes, trying to stay serious “You know I love you more than anything else-“

“What about Bucky? What about him, Steve? He’s better up there too”

“Ok, ok, ok” he laughs “I love you, Bucky and our soon coming little baby girl more than anything else.” A smile crosses your face.

Steve gets on one knee, now directly at eye level with your belly. He places a hand on it “Make sure to watch Mommy, while I’m away. Ok, Bean?” You laugh when you feel the baby kick against the spot where Steve placed his hand, “I think we have a deal.”

“Don’t worry, we are going to be fine.”

He gives your belly a kiss before standing back up and giving you a long and passionate kiss “Yeah. I will finish the mission as soon as possible and then I will come back.”

Your husband gives you another kiss before walking out the door.

The sun just started to set, while you were getting another bowl of cookie dough ice cream. Humming some random song as you grab some raisins from the cupboard to put in the bowl. Just when you wanted to walk back into the living room something wet started to run down your thighs.

Looking down you see a puddle at your feet, and that’s when you realize.

“Please, no.” Just as the words come out of your mouth a contraction hits you. The bowl drops to the floor and shatters into a hundred little pieces “Ahhhh”. This can't be happening, it's too soon. Of course you were told that babies could arrive sooner, but the doctors assured you that it wouldn’t happen because the baby most likely has Steve's super soldier serum.

Another contraction hits, this time stronger than the last one. Steve’s not here, you can't have her yet. You know you should go to the hospital cause the contractions are already coming every seven minutes.

You waddle over to the counter to grab your keys. Is it safe to drive right now, probably not. Steve and you didn’t pack a back for the birth yet and there’s no way that you could pack one now. Stepping inside the car you think about calling Steve, you know though, that he wouldn’t pick up. You take a deep breath before finally starting the car.

The way to the hospital thankfully wasn’t that long and painful, you're happy that you both live that close to the hospital and that you inherited your dad's ability to handle a lot of pain. The nurses there immediately took you in and gave you a private room. Again, thank god for being married to an Avenger. They checked you to see how many centimeters you are dilated. Fucking six.

“Mrs. Rogers, should we call someone for you? Giving birth can be painful and we would advise you to have someone with you when it happens.” The nurse says, smiling at you.

No shit, giving birth could be painful. That’s completely new to you.

Your husband is on a mission, Bucky is with him, Nat is with him, Sam is with him. Clint is not in Brooklyn and neither is Sarah. Wanda is currently on her honeymoon with Vision, and Tony and Pepper are probably having an argument right now. There’s one person that you know of who’s currently in New York, but you never really talked that much.

You think for a few seconds before finally deciding that it's better to have at least someone with you right now. “Yes, please call someone.”

Fifteen minutes later you here someone come down the hallway, screaming at some nurse about how Mrs. Rogers requested her to be there when she gives birth to a fucking watermelon.

The door opens and they walk in, “You’re huge.”

You give a painful laugh, “Thanks, Yelena”. She looks at you before slowly stepping closer. She’s a black widow who fought against black widows and dozens of bad guys, but she has never been in such a situation.

The contractions are getting worse every second and the pain medication doesn't seem to work. Fuck Steve and his super soldier sperms.“Ok, I’m here, everything is ok” Yelena says, standing next to you grabbing your hand, “Just take a deep breath.” Squeezing your hand, you slowly calm down. Yelena tries not to show how much her hand hurts because of your squeezing, and how relieved she is that you let go. Trying to distract herself from the pain she asks “Why did you call for me? We’re not that close.”

You look at her and smile, “You’re Nat's sister, which means you’re part of the big family. We may haven’t seen each other that often but I still trust you”. You say, grabbing her hand softly. Yelena looks at you, not believing that you count her as a family member. Nat told her once that the Avengers are like a second family, but she always thought that she was lying. Maybe she was always thinking like that because she knew that the avengers wouldn’t accept her.

Yelena looks at you with tears in her eyes. “Really?” She doesn’t even try to hide her shaking voice.

��Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have called you.” Yelena quickly wipes a tear away and gives you a big smile

The nurse walks in. “Let’s check how many centimeters you are,” she looks and smiles at you. “Your ten centimeters! I’m going to inform the other nurse and then you can start pushing.”

Oh no, no, no, no, no

Yelena sees the worry in your eyes and quickly grabs your hand. “Hey, I’m here. Everything is going to be ok. I will call them immediately when the mission is over,” she squeezes your hand “now let’s focus on that Watermelon”. You give her a nod before the nurse tells you to start pushing.

It was a hard mission and Steve is happy that he’s finally back, he can't wait to come to you and the little bean. All he wants now is to cuddle you and touch your stomach, while watching one of your favorite comedy shows that you already watched hundreds of times. He definitely has to take a shower first, though, when he gets home because he smells like sweat and dirt. He walks out the jet with Bucky by his side who’s smirking at him. “What’s so funny now, jerk?” he asks, hiding a smile.

“Well, punk, I think it's funny how I can immediately tell what you're thinking about. So, did you already call Mrs. or are you surprising her with coming home early?”, Bucky says, patting his back.

Steve chuckles, walking with him over to his car, “She doesn’t know, I’m going to surprise her”. Bucky can't help but smile at that, he’s happy that his best friend found the ‘one’ after all those years, a true angel. And now that angel is pregnant with his niece, to be honest Steve didn’t tell him that he’s going to be uncle, but that doesn’t matter because the little girl is going to be his niece no matter what. Bucky knows when the due date is and already made sure to be ready when he gets the call from Steve, that his niece is coming. Bucky snaps out of his thoughts when Natasha walks over to them.

Steve slams the trunk close when he sees her, “if Fury wants me for another mission tell hi-“

“Steve”, she cuts him off. “It's about y/n, she gave birth”, a sad expression forms on her face “Yelena just informed me, she stayed with her meanwhile.”

Steve's whole face falls and he lets out shaky breaths, without saying anything he opens the car door and speeds off. Leaving an utterly shocked Bucky and a confused Sam, who apparently just walked out off the jet. Steve's mom always told him to be careful and he always listened to that, but right now he’s driving like a mad man to the hospital.

Not five minutes later he’s there and running to the reception, “I’m here for Y/n Rogers!” The nurse looks at him and lets out a gasp when she realizes who he is.

“S-Sure, right away, Mr. Rogers." She leads him to the door and gives him a reassuring smile before walking away. He takes a deep breath, and another, and another, and another before finally walking in. You look up when the door opens and smile when you see the now dad Steve walking in. Steve's eyes move from you to the small bundle in the crib. This is all it takes for him to start crying and you follow.

You reach your hand out to him and he immediately walks over to you, sits down on the bed, kisses your hands and pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry I’m late”, he says, looking at you. “How late?”

You softly touch his cheek “It’s ok. Our bean just decided to come early, we can't blame her, she’s just a baby” Steve laughs. He turns to the crib and slowly rises from the bed and walks over to the crib. A tear runs down his cheek when he sees her little face, a cute small nose, chubby cheeks and a full head of blonde hair. Steve carefully picks her up and holds her in his arms, swaying back and forth, you smile at the sight of them together.

“Hey, bean, daddy’s finally here. Sorry, that I took that long, daddy was saving the world.” He looks at the information paper on the side of the crib before turning to you, “I’m 26:44:49 hours too late.” He sits back down next to you, one arm around you, the other around his daughter.

“I swear if you are going to blame yourself again I will hit you,” you say with a stern expression.

Finally Steve laughs, “Sweetheart, I’m holding our daughter”. At that exact moment the sleeping girl opens her eyes and looks at her dad with big y/e/c eyes. He looks down at her “Hey, princess. Do you know who I am?”. What if she doesn’t know him, he wasn’t there during her birth. What if she never heard him when he was talking to her late at night. She wiggles around in his arms. Steve holds his breath, is she going to cry?

She doesn’t cry though, she looks at her dad and gives him a smile, well, as far as a newborn can smile.

You kiss his shoulder, “I think she knows who you are.”

Steve kisses her forehead and after that yours, “I love you, you know.”

“Likewise. We still need a name,” you say.

Steve gives you a grin. “Yeah, we should decide that before the rest of her family comes”

Yelena walks in with a bunch of snacks, “hey отец, finally there. Next time you hold her hand” she says, showing her hand in a cast, “I also brought a few guests.”

Nat, Sam and Bucky walk in with a few gifts. Bucky immediately leaves the gifts on a table and rushes towards the baby. “Hey doll, it’s me, your uncle Bucky.” Steve hands her to Bucky and he holds her close to his chest, “Is your dad already annoying you? He has been annoying me for about 105 years now,” Steve lets out a small hey, but Bucky doesn’t care. He looks at you for a second, “You did a great job mama.”

“Thanks Buck, but I couldn’t have done it without Yelena,” Natasha nudges her sister, smiling at her, she knew Yelena would get warm with at least someone else.

The baby gets passed around and in the end gets passed to Bucky again because he wouldn’t stop whining. “Now, what’s her name? Let me guess, Samantha,” Sam asks, smirking.

You both look at each other before looking back at them. “Welcome, Sarah Brook Yelena Rogers, named after her grandmother, Steve's home and the person who stayed by me during her birth.” Yelena looks at you both with tears in her eyes, giving you a big smile, now being ok with you breaking her hand. Bucky walks over to you and gives Sarah back to you, whispering before that how she’s going to be his new favorite.

He looks at them “I'm the uncle, right? Don’t leave me hanging, Steven.”

“Yes, you are.”

“HA, SEE SAM, I'M THE UNCLE!”

[dixons-sunshine]

Half Awake (Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader)

Summary: Admittedly, being in detention was never on your to-do list, neither was your half awake rant about Xavier's hair. But everything always happens for a reason, right?

Warnings: Some swearing but that's about all I can think of. Let me know if I should add anything.

You're telepathic and telekinetic in this. (Very original, I know 😌😂)

-------------------------------------------

"'Don't worry,' you said. 'We won't get caught,' you said. Well, looks to me like we got caught, Xavier!" You said, throwing your hands up and gesturing around.

Xavier leant back in the uncomfortable chair he found himself forced to sit on, letting a sigh escape him. "I, clearly, didn't think that through."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock Holmes." You let out a huff of frustration, leaning forward to lay your head on the table.

The two of you- more Xavier than you- didn't think you'd get caught. The two of you had snuck out of the school on more occasions than one, sneaking through an abandoned gate at the far end of the school where no one went anymore, and never once did you two get caught.

Not until today.

Xavier supposed that he should've listened when principal Weems said that there would be no going of campus until further notice. He just didn't think that she would go to the extremes of having guards covering every inch of the school.

"You seriously didn't expect Weems to go to that extremes? Are we thinking about the same principal here?" You asked unexpectedly, startling Xavier.

"Jeez, don't do that!" Xavier said, placing a hand over his chest dramatically.

"Consider it a small amount of payback for getting us in detention."

"How many times do I have to apologize? And besides, it's not like we're in jail!"

"We might as well be!"

"Stop being so dramatic," Xavier said, getting his notebook out of his bag to work on a sketch.

"Oh, I'm being dramatic?" You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Wait, how were you reading my mind in the first place?"

"The bracelet fell off when we were being escorted back into the school. I couldn't exactly say anything because Weems wouldn't let us speak, remember?"

The bracelet.

It's something that you gave to him a few months into your friendship. It gave him the ability to block you from reading his mind. He never really used it at first, but he's been using it a whole lot more recently.

However, you didn't dwell on it too much.

You could see how Xavier's face lost a bit of colour. He quickly shut his notebook and opted for doing something on his phone instead.

Deciding against reading Xavier's mind again, you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes and thinking about how you got into this situation.

Flashback

"Are you sure about this, Xavier? Weems seemed serious when she said that the school would be on lockdown," you said, nervously following him towards the 'forgotten gate' that the two of you used to sneak out of the school on multiple occasions.

"Of course I'm sure. Stop worrying so much. This is a once in a lifetime experience. Ajax and Enid are gonna meet us there," he said.

The two of you successfully reached the gate, stopping only so that Xavier could pick up the backpack he hid there earlier.

He got his phone out of his pocket to let Ajax know that the two of you were on your way, until an amused smile graced his features.

"What's so funny?" You asked, confused.

He looked up at you. "Enid somehow convinced Wednesday to tag along."

"Oh," you said, suddenly feeling out of place. Jealousy seeped through you, replacing the happiness you felt earlier. It was no secret, to you at least, that Xavier had a crush on the Addams girl, even though she made it clear that she didn't reciprocate his feelings.

Although you never really said anything, you had feelings for Xavier. He was unlike any other guy you have ever met or been with and he always treated you like you were a princess. You thought that meant he might reciprocate your feelings, but since Wednesday came to Nevermore, you haven't been so sure.

"What's wrong?" Xavier asked upon seeing an unreadable look rest on your face. He reached to place a hand on your shoulder.

"Nothing. I just want to get this over with," you said, moving away from his touch.

This confused Xavier. During the entirety of your friendship with him you have always loved physical contact, no matter how mad you were at him. You never once denied his touch, yet there you were, moving away from him.

"Are you sure?" He asked awkwardly, not knowing what he did wrong.

Before you could respond, someone cleared their throat. "I thought that Principal Weems made it very clear that no one was to go of campus."

The two of you looked at the werewolf that Principal Weems probably hired to guard the school. The werewolf crossed their arms. "Come on. I'm pretty sure that Principal Weems would love to have a talk with you."

End of flashback

"Damn, how long do we have to endure this torture?" Xavier jokingly asked. Confusion dawned on him as he didn't get a response. You couldn't still be mad at him, could you?

He looked over at you, seeing you leaned back in your chair with your eyes closed, breathing evened out as you had fallen asleep. He took this moment to admire the peaceful look on your face.

He never could understand how someone as perfect as you would ever want to be associated with the likes of him. All he knew is that he thanked his lucky stars for your unlikely friendship, even though he wished you two could be more than that.

Everyone always asked him if the two of you were together, which he always had to deny. He hoped that one day he'd be able to say yes to that question, but in reality he knew that having your friendship was more important to him and he wouldn't risk it for the off chance that you would say yes to dating him.

A guy could always dream, however.

He sighed, deciding to work on his sketch again. Admittedly, it was a sketch of you. You once told him that you would love to be drawn by him, to see him capture all your imperfections although, to him, you didn't have any.

"I want you to draw me like one of your french girls," you had jokingly told him a few months ago. He had laughed it off, but that did put a blush on his face.

He looked up at the clock, sighing as he saw that the two of you still had two hours of detention left. Weems had told you that it was either five hours of detention or one hour every day for five days. You had decided on the five hour one, saying you'd rather get this over and done with in one day.

So, while everyone was out in the sun and Ajax, Enid and Wednesday were at the Imagine Dragons concert, the two of you were stuck in detention. Luckily without any supervision, because Weems said she trusted that you wouldn't try to escape, basically implying that there would be serious consequences if the two of you did.

For now, he'd let you sleep. It gave him time to finish his sketch for you.

-------------------------------------------

"Hey, wake up. It's almost time to go." A soft voice broke you from your slumber.

You looked up, confused at your surroundings, until the haze from your sleep cleared up a bit and you were reminded of where you were.

You don't even recall falling asleep, or when Xavier moved his seat right next to yours. The last thing you recall is Xavier saying something, and then the rest went black.

"What?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Next to you was Xavier, who gave you a small, loving smile.

"There's only ten minutes of detention left. I doubt Weems will notice if we leave a few minutes earlier," he said, laughing lightly as you groaned. "Come on, you can go right back to sleep once we get to your dorm."

You looked at him with one eye open, motioning something to him. He playfully raised his eyebrows.

"You want a piggyback ride?"

"Yes, please," you replied, voice more timid than usual.

Xavier's smile didn't falter. He gave you a silent nod, motioning for you to get on his back.

You hopped on his back and picked up your bags with your telekinesis, letting it float behind you as you two made your way to your dorm.

On your way there, Xavier noticed you softly playing with his hair, making tiny braids and then taking them out, restarting the process.

"You have amazing hair, you know that?" You said quietly, opting to lay your chin on his head.

Xavier chuckled lightly, a blush covering his cheeks. This wasn't the first time you've absentmindedly complimented him while in this stage. Being a telepath took it's toll on you, considering how your mind worked overtime. Because of this, it takes you longer than most to properly wake up, resulting in these compliments from you.

"You really think so?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yeah. I especially love when you have your hair down. Don't get me wrong, I love it when it's in a ponytail, I just think that..."

Xavier smiled the whole way to your dorm room, listening to you rant about his hair. He could listen to you all day if he could. You were the most adorable person to him, and these half awake rants of yours always made him smile.

"Here we are," he said, opening the door to your dorm. He closed the door behind him, moving over to your bed to put you down.

As he basically tucked you into bed, you said something he didn't expect. "Did you mean what you thought? Back in the detention room, I mean."

"What do you mean?" He inquired, sitting down on the bed. His heart raced as he thought of all the possible things you could've seen in his mind back there, but he tried to remain calm.

"That you liked me. That you wanted to date me but you didn't wanna risk our friendship?"

Xavier gulped. It was now or never. "Would it be a good thing if I did?"

You smiled, sitting up. "It would be the best thing ever, because I like you too."

Xavier smiled, slightly leaning in. "Enough to go on a date with me?"

"Even more than that."

You closed the remaining distance between the two of you, lips melding together perfectly. Xavier put his hands on the sides of your face, while yours went to the back of his neck.

It was the best thing you have ever experienced. All those times you imagined kissing him didn't come close to the actual feeling. His lips were incredibly soft and he kissed you in a slow, passionate way that made you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

Unfortunately, air was still an important thing. The two of you pulled away from each other, hands still where they were during the kiss. Blushes covered both of your faces.

"That was- wow."

You laughed. "It really was. I never knew you were such a good kisser, Xavier."

"I have a couple of secret talents that you don't know about," he joked.

You laughed at that. Just as you were about to pull him back in for another kiss, your roommate, Yoko, entered the room.

"So, Xavier, you still gonna tell me that the two of you aren't a thing?"

-------------------------------------------

This was my first time writing Xavier, so I'm so sorry if this sucked. I hope that some of you thought it was okay, though. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you beautiful people next time. Bye!

[gatitties]

May i request please Ryusei, Baji, Chifu and Kazu when a friend draws them/make a clay figure of them please ? As a platonic

Thank you !

─Ryusei, Baji, Chifuyu & Kazutora x reader (platonic)

─Summary: your friend discover that you are making a small figure/draw of them

─Warnings: none

Ryusei Satou

─ He caught you drawing him in the middle of class, it was a boring class and you had a good angle on him so you took advantage of it.

─ You wish he hadn't seen you because oh boy, he'll make fun of you telling you that you're in love with him as a joke.

─ You will raise his ego even more and probably every time he sees you with a pencil and a notebook he poses ironically for you.

─ Although he seriously won't mind if you draw him, he enjoys seeing how you see him even if it's silly doodles sometimes, he'll appreciate art just the same.

─ He tries to draw you back but let's say that art is not his strong point, you still appreciate the attempt.

─ He won't force you if it bother you that people see your drawings without your permission, but keep in mind that he will want to snoop in your notebook just to see his.

─ Oh and if someone makes fun of your drawings he'll be ready to throw hands no problem, only he can make fun of it and he's not even serious about it.

─ He'll definitely steal one of the doodles, cut it out, and put it in his phone case to take it with him.

Baji Keisuke

─ You had to make a figure of whatever you wanted for a class project, you decided to make your friend bust in a cartoon version.

─ So you both worked together because you needed some references, he didn't question why you decided to take him as a model since he wanted to do Peke J.

─ He's probably complaining that you've exaggerated his expression and that he's not so 'ugly', but it's the style, so you ask him to shut up and concentrate on his work, you're not accepting criticism of your work when he made a cat as if it were a ball with paws.

─ He will show off when the works are exhibited, proudly telling Chifuyu that this is him and that you have wonderful hands that would make you a famous artist in the future.

─ You will verbally slap him for being a hypocrite and for having complained at the beginning about how he looked and only bragging now that you got the best grade in the class.

─ He saved a photo of the sculpture and asked you to make a slightly smaller one to put in his room.

─ He will show it to his mother, proud of your abilities, although at first he said that he did it to take the credit, luckily it's easier to catch a liar than a lame one.

Chifuyu Matsuno

─ You casually commented that you were out of ideas to draw and that lately you were not able to capture the poses well one day.

─ He said that he could be your model to take references, although it was only a specific case, you began to trace his figure more times because this boy seemed to be posing without realizing it.

─ He won't mind spending entire afternoons posing for you, although he can't sit still for more than a minute because he gets tired quickly, give him a break, he never thought of being a model and it's exhausting to keep the same posture for so long.

─ Definitely he will ask you to finish the drawings that he likes the most and not to leave them as a simple practice sketch, he wants to hang them on the wall of his room.

─ He will also keep one of those little drawings in the phone case, he takes it as a lucky charm because the day you gave it to him he passed an exam.

─ As a thank you, he also wants to make a silly little drawing of you, although since he wants it to be a surprise, he draws you during classes without you noticing.

─ Chifuyu isn't exactly the best at art but you appreciate his scribbling attempt, you gave him an extra point because he drew your pet next to you.

Kazutora Hanemiya

─ This boy needed some affection since he entered the correctional and you thought of giving him a gift once he completed his sentence.

─ So you set to work on a small figure of him that he could use as a key ring.

─ He hugged you so tightly when he came out of the correctional that he almost left you breathless, he didn't expect any of his old friends to go see him that day and even less he expected a gift from you.

─ He will ask you to teach him the art of clay because he needs to start looking for other hobbies that do not include punching.

─ If he is good at it, you will have many relaxing outings doing this type of craft, if he doesn't master the practice, he will only ask you to make more figurines to decorate his room.

─ He definitely wants you to make earrings to match with you, he brags that his best friend did it to everyone possible, yes, sometimes he'll embarrass you because he spends exalting your work when it's not a big deal most of the time.

─ He supports you in everything, like if you sign up for a figure and creativity contest, he will be by your side on work nights helping you as much as he can.

[tbzhours]

just a little break

eric x you, established relationship, college au, art student au, fluff

[summary] eric decides to come see you despite you both being busy with your work [words] 1.5k

The first half of your last year at your university was coming to an end and that means projects were in progress to completion. Eric understood that, knowing that you both would not be able to see each other as much for a while. 

As he was resting on his couch, staring at the beautiful background of you on his phone screen, his finger caressed your cheek. He smiled softly before pressing the messages icon to send you another text of “i miss yous” and reminders about taking care of yourself. 

He himself was busy too, especially with making music with his friends. This week seemed chilled as they have completed their songs and were waiting for approval to release them. His schedule was flexible, so flexible that one of them, Sunwoo, came into the living room and saw Eric on his phone. He shook his head and snickered at him. 

“You’re like this every single morning.” Eric peeked over his phone and saw Sunwoo crossing his arms. He gave him a weird look as Sunwoo continued, “You should seriously make lunch or go visit your partner in crime.” 

Partner in crime, Eric loved that title. You both usually don’t do “bad” things together (other than taking cookies from the store despite it being for kids under 12; “We’re all humans!” He would say even though he ended up buying a package of cookies after.) but when it’s time to get your shit together, you both get serious just like you were now. 

Eric wondered about if he would be a bother if he were to visit you right now. He always wondered that because morning and night texts were always a part of your daily routine since this academic year started. Even watching a movie on Friday nights at his apartment was a weekly thing, but those were so practical that he wanted to do something more than that; something more meaningful to show that he cares and loves you. 

He then got up from the couch and hugged Sunwoo out of love. 

“Thanks, Sunwoo. I’ll be back in a bit.” Eric smiled widely when he pulled back. 

As Eric walked away, Sunwoo stood there in shock. “What? So you’re not going to make lunch?” 

Art makes you feel alive. The history and the inquiry of it, you just love how tangible the tools you use were to make such beautiful pieces. It was as if your hands were magic, sprinkling invisible glitter against the white papers of your wooden easel. 

You were working on the last piece of work for your final portfolio of the semester in your personal art studio at your university. You felt so relieved to have everything done one week before they’re due. The last thing for this semester to feel complete was to see Eric. You couldn’t wait to see him soon. 

You had looked at your phone and replied to his texts before you mixed your paint to put your magic hands to work. If you were to choose the process that you loved the most, it would be the painting of the sketches you made. It makes your artwork come alive. Thinking of Eric right at that moment, you realized he had never seen your progress and rather, only your finishing touches of your work. One reason was that your hands were too dirty to take a picture and another was that Eric might distract you. 

That thought made you laugh and you continued to focus on your final piece as Eric was looking around in the hall to find your studio. With some cold drinks in a bag in his hand, he finally spotted you hidden in a small artsy room. His smile beamed against the window of your door with your back facing him. He couldn’t wait to tell how confused he was getting around your university. He didn’t realize then that he was admiring your focused figure, watching your every move against that artwork. 

Eric would call it beautiful. He could see the passion in each touch you made. It wasn’t a coincidence for the sun to be setting in your studio, making the place turn into a sunset orange. There was warmth in his eyes as they waited to meet yours when he knocked on the door. 

You turned your head around, your arms up at your side from getting your clothes wet from all of the paint. As shocked as you were, your eyes grew. 

“Eric? How did you find me?” You asked as he closed the door and walked over to you. It was a first that he’d ever visited you in your studio. You noticed the drinks in his hand as they reflected light to you from the sunlight, making you feel relaxed as you were now. Your heart was jumping to see him in this room full of your artwork, some of him that you never showed before. 

“I asked around.” Eric laughed after taking a seat beside you, which made you giggle. “I almost got lost coming here.” 

“You should have told me that you were coming. Now I’m all dirty up to even enjoy whatever you bought for me.” You frowned and showed him your painted hands. 

“That’s okay. I can help you drink.” Eric’s nose wrinkled close at you, his hands pulling you to him by the shoulder and you giggled again. 

“Why are you here?” You asked when you both moved back. You were still frowning but with a hard smile. It was like he could read your mind that you wanted to see him despite the timing being a little off with your painted hands. 

“You know the answer.” Eric replied, hoping you were reminded of his texts. “It’s because I miss you.” 

His voice lingered in your ears. You wished you could hear it a million times as you smiled so heartily, you almost cried. You whispered back, “I miss you too.” 

Eric’s lips beamed widely, his hand reaching to your hair to scribble them, knowing that you won’t be able to reject it from your painted hands. “You’re working a little too hard, I see. To even hear you say that with such love, I’ll gladly open this can for you.” 

Eric grabbed a bottle of your favorite drink and opened it. You laughed and watched his face glow in the sun. “Seriously, I can do that myself.” 

“No, this masterpiece needs you right now.” Eric’s hand pointed to the half-painted artwork beside you. “Here?” He moved the can to your face and you let your lips touch the tip of it in defeat. 

“Thanks. Now it feels a little more refreshing.” You confessed after sighing in relief. 

“When did you start feeling refreshed?” He asked, drinking your can afterwards. 

“Right when you came into this room.” You smiled cunningly and he laughed. You could tell he was embarrassed when he looked away with it. The artwork around the room caught his eyes and when he looked back at you, your eyes were locked together. 

“Why don’t you show me around the room? I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” 

“Wait a second.” You demanded and stared at his confused face. Within a second, he leaned in and pecked your lips. You felt his eyes looking down at you when he left your lips with the sun reflecting against his face. Your eyes widened again, “Why did you do that?” 

“I should be asking you that. Why were you staring at me?” He asked as his cheeks started to turn red. 

“I just wanted to take a good look at you because I haven’t seen you for a while.” Your feet swung timidly. You didn’t realize he was distracting you again from doing your work. You shook your head and pointed a finger up in the air. “Wait, I need to get this done.” 

“Okay. I miss you but I can watch you finish your work.” Eric sunk on his seat, getting excited to see you paint in real time. 

“Just don’t say a word or you become the artwork.” You joked and playfully left paint on his nose after touching the paint pad on your side when you were going to get back to work. He gasped loudly and you shrugged with that cunning look again, “What?” 

“I am not going to chase you in this room but if I have to, I will.” Eric declared, challenging you.

You both ended up cleaning yourselves up after a little chase in that room. You thought your final artwork could wait another day because Eric was such a distraction. You didn’t mind though. Besides, who would have thought feeling complete this early would be a bad idea? Taking a small risk would just make everything a little better if it were to be with the one you love the most. 

[oscarsasylum]

(breaks chains) I CAN BE AUTISTIC ABOUT TAKARAZUKA PHANTOM

@partymeow since it’s going to be undoubtedly long I had to make a post instead of a reply so here it is! im gunna start talking about erik on each one because hes special like that.

its gunna be a bit long:( guess how many times ive said the word love in this thread

Bonus sketch for how I differentiate each adaptation via my style :3

Takarazuka Phantom 2004

Wao Youka’s Erik is, to me, remarkably one of the more serious ones compared to the rest of the takarazuka adaptations of phantom. He reminds me a lot of the 1990 phantom film with Charles Dance! How both of them appear so serious but has probably laid out billions of traps around the opera to prank people and can be quite witty. Wao Youka’s Erik is my favorite just because I’m a sucker for that dynamic wherein person A is cold towards everything else except for when it comes to everything about person B. He looks like he’d buy (or steal) a ton of what Christine just off-handedly mentioned she wanted to get once. I absolutely love how there’s a lot of moments wherein Erik just looks lovingly and proudly at Christine and that’s why 2004 has such a special place in my heart.

Out of bias I think that the best Erik and Christine chemistry still goes to 2004. There’s something about the way Hanafusa Mari and Wao Youka acted out on stage that just sits so perfectly with me. Before the climax, the way they’ve interacted on stage just made it seem as though Erik and Christine actually had some mutual feelings towards each other.

While probably unintentional there were several times wherein the characters actually shed a few tears on some really important scenes and I thought that made the performances all the more immersive because you can actually see the deep emotion that they’re feeling on that moment.. like Christine during My True Love :3

Also! For me, it also has the best Alain Cholet! Suzuka Teru gave him so much life, he’s so full of expression and just overall funny.

Takarazuka Phantom 2006

My second favorite Takarazuka Erik is one acted out by Haruno Sumire. To me, her portrayal of Erik makes him twice as angry as Wao Youka’s Erik. I saw him as a ticking bomb, a loser sewer goblin with anger issues. I absolutely LOVED when he shouted at Gerard to leave his lair in anger, because instead of him demanding him in a firm tone to leave, he quite literally SHOUTS at him and that was just (chefs kiss). Instead of full on appearing like a sopping wet dog after his owner left, he just stands there like a pouting little child and that was just hilarious to me. She’s got a bit of that ALW Erik in her.

I decided to put it here since she played both in 2004 and 2006, but I absolutely adore Izumo Aya as Carlotta! When I first watched the 2006 adaptation I didn’t expect to see her there (since it’s a different troupe) but I’ve always loved how she acted out Carlotta with the perfect amount of snarkiness and comedy so its a pleasant surprise!

Takarazuka Phantom 2011

The most hilarious transition from the angriest Erik to the youngest looking and emotional Erik. Ranju Tomu’s Erik looks like the direct descendant of Wao Youka’s Erik but instead of being serious and cold he is just up there on the sog factor. I absolutely love the carmen sabotage in 2011 because it really set the standard to make that moment as chaotic and silly as humanly possible and I’m so in for it; like Erik literally came out of the FLOOR. Ranju Tomu has such a fantastic voice too, not to say every actress who played Erik didn’t (they’re all so amazing), but I felt it to my core whenever she sings. 

His entire character plus the more stoic and cold Gerard of Sou Kazuho makes for such an interesting dynamic. I’ve never seen an adaptation portray him so serious, and I mean that positively:3

Takarazuka Phantom 2018

THE soggiest Erik out of all the takarazuka adaptations. Nozomi Fuuto’s Erik is by far the funniest and most pathetic one yet because of how emotional he is. Everytime something happens to him he just looks like the last panel from that ‘is that your fursona? thats cringe’ meme format. I just absolutely LOVE how miserable he is whenever he’s on stage. He’s always on the verge of crying and that just makes him all the more loveable. The mommy issues on this one is CRAZY! The way Nozomi Fuuto put so much expression into Erik is so cool, it was so clear what emotions he was going through.. even the really complicated ones like confusion and conflict (and most importantly, smitten).

Absolutely love Maaya Kiho as Christine! I just thought that the way she played her was so cute! She was so pretty and she really rocked that feeling that Christine really was just an honest and kind gal with no bad intentions whatsoever.

There’s also the beautiful improvements in costumes and stage effects and it was such a treat to see. Absolutely loved the special rendered intro of the show.

But that’s the end of my little autistic rambling! Thank you for asking, it was such a pleasure! I really can’t rate which is the best because each of the takarazuka adaptations are special in their own way. each adaptation is like the same size of cake on the table for me and im wearing a little bib and holding up my fork and knife

[istanmyman]

Soap gets Amnesia (Part 2/2)

Part 2 of the ghost/soap Amnesia AU. This time for Soap! 

I think in Soap's case that having amnesia would ruin him in a way. 

He's a social butterfly, a hard working soldier, a man with playful wit and a bit of a short fuse. A man who always has a clear purpose in mind. 

I think that if he wakes up in a hospital bed, surrounded by forgotten faces and with no idea who he is or who he's supposed to be, that it would break him in a sense. 

Where is the line? How hurt must his family and friends be by him forgetting them? How could he go back to a life that he has apparently worked so hard for but has no idea how he got there. 

It's demoralizing in a sense, not knowing what he worked so hard for, and it hurts to see his friends and loved ones struggle because he forgot them. Especially his family struggles and John feels even more guilty when he decides not to go home after being put on medical leave till the situation resolves itself. 

He believes that staying at base might clear the haze around his memories, so that is what he does. As soon as he's physically better, he works hard like he's a recruit again; following his training regiment, teaching himself the basics again, reading through past reports and his journal.

He's getting desperate to remember. He talks with Captain Price, about how much he is still allowed to work, almost begging the man to let him go on as much as normal in an attempt to trigger his lost memories. 

The man's insistence that he must rest has started several arguments. Kyle, apparently one of his best mates on the team, has his back; tells him stories about past missions when he asks, but also answers questions about himself. He leans on Gaz a lot during this hard time. 

The one who he wants to ask the most questions to is avoiding him like the plague. 

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his Lieutenant. 

He was there when John first woke up and the masked figure had startled him a bit on sight. "Johnny?" The man had said his name with such familiarity, his eyes so hurt when he figured out John had no idea anymore who he was. 

The first two weeks the man had avoided him like the plague while John had really wanted to ask him so many questions; 

Were they close? Friends, maybe? Why were sketched images of the masked man scattered around his journal, a shirt that wasn't his in his room with the words "Lieutenant Riley" on the back. 

Why did this "Ghost" seem to care so much about him, but each time he reached out, he stopped himself and turned his back to John again. It hurt, but John knew the other man was hurting too. He had to be with how he's acting and it is eating John up inside. 

It is why he decides to take the first step after several weeks of dancing around one another. Ghost had gotten back from a week-long mission when John searched him up in medical. His lieutenant had apparently been shot in the leg. 

Which also means that the man can't run away from John anymore each time he tries to hold a serious conversation with him. 

He knocks on the door before heading inside, seeing the man's eyes widen when he notices that John is paying him a visit. John takes a hint out of his own journal, deciding to address the man like he does while writing about him. "Hello, Lt. Heard you had a rough time out there."

"Soap." Ghost greets him neutrally, but John notices the surprise in his voice. "Didn't expect you to visit me." 

"Well, you were there for me when I woke up after being injured." John smiles a bit sheepishly. "Thought you could use some company as well, if that's okay."

“Is fine.” The lieutenant rumbles and John takes a seat on the chair beside the man’s bed.

“Can I ask you something, sir?” John asks, wanting to get straight to the point. He apparently never was one for patience. 

“What do you want to ask?” Ghost says, pretending like nothings wrong, like talking with John doesn’t affect him, but John knows the man is nervous and is trying to conceal his pain from John’s predicament. 

John has heard the rumors, is sure that there was something going on between them and he wants answers. “About us.” John says straight up. “Apparently you and I were close before I hid my head.”

“Is that so?” Ghost says, his eyes narrowing like he’s trying to figure out how close John is implying. “And who told you that?”

“I did.” John says and that has Ghost’s eyes widening. John corrects himself. “Or rather my journal did. Seems like I wrote a lot about you, Lt.” 

Ghost’s eyes flash disappointed for a moment. Maybe he thought that John remembered him again. Ghost quickly catches himself and continues the conversation with him. “What kind of things are you writing about me?”

“Work related things.” John says at first, then flashes a smile, grabbing a small stack of folded papers in his hand and holding them up. “But also personal ones. Found this hidden in the cover of my journal. Tricky to find so I didn’t notice I had hidden this until last wednesday.”

John holds them out for Ghost, or rather Simon, to look at the papers. Ghost takes them from John’s hands and folds the pieces open one by one. 

John knows what they show; drawings of the man’s both masked and maskless face, notes with written down feelings of admiration for the other man, their experiences together both in and off the field and written down moments detailing the love they shared.

He looks at Simon, sees how expressive the other’s eyes can be as he seems to read through these notes for the first time himself. It pains John that he can’t comfort Simon like he once could, that he can’t love him like he once did. 

Simon puts the notes down on his lap and lets out a shaky sigh. The sound has John’s chest tighten. “I’m sorry for forgetting, Si.” He says and it has Simon snap his eyes up to him. “I want to-”

“Johnny.” Simon cuts him off, his voice a calm rumble. “I know. It’s- I know that you’re trying so hard to remember. I don’t blame you for forgetting.”

John has to hold back tears. Simon is clearly hurting, but still tries everything he can to make John comfortable, to keep him from feeling even more guilty for forgetting, because he certainly would have if he had known about their supposed relationship. 

“I’m still sorry.” He says, not being able to not feel sorry about just forgetting everyone. Especially Simon. “Johnny-” Simon tries to interject, but John cuts him off. 

“It sucks." John starts with wiping a stray tear that threatens to fall. “It sucks that I can’t remember, because I miss you. I know it sounds stupid because I don’t remember us and maybe I was wrong about this and it is just me who was hoping for something more between us and I’m currently just making a fool of myself, but-”

Simon leans over the side of his bed and grabs John’s hand, gently pulling him onto the bed and into a hug. Simon runs a hand through his hair and hugs him tight like he’ll fly away if he doesn’t. 

John melts into the contact, burying his tear covered face in Simon’s shoulder. Then Simon whispers into his ear. “I miss you too, Johnny.”

“Then stop avoiding me.” John sobs, hugging Simon back just as tight. “Please, stop avoiding me.”

“I will.” Simon whispers beside his ear. “I won’t run away anymore. I promise.” John feels so relieved by the promise that he can’t help but laugh a little. 

Seems like he’ll finally regain a bit of his life back…or all of it. Not even two weeks later John remembers everything again. While Simon and him have taken the time to explore their relationship for a second time (staying up many nights talking, with Simon doing most of it, explaining their time together and what he loved so much about John. Even going so far as to start over in John’s case, flirting and falling in love a second time with Simon, experiencing what he remembers to be their first kiss again) now it could all go back to before. 

Simon is gone the first time he remembers, which leaves John to tell everyone else first. He fills in Price and apologizes for his stubborn behavior. The man isn’t mad, just glad to have Soap back. John then calls his family and promises to visit soon. He hugs Gaz when he tells his best mate he remembers again and they talk for a long time about old memories they share together.

Then Simon comes back and he can’t wait to tell him. He waits for Simon till he comes to his office, knowing he will have to write a report after his mission debrief and when Simon opens the door John is standing there, ready to embrace him and welcome him back. 

So that is what he does. What he also does is pull Simon in for the longest kiss they have yet to share. He only pulls away when he has to catch his breath and when he does he looks up at Simon with the brightest smile. 

“Guess who’s back to work?”

Simon needs a second to connect the dots, then states breathlessly. “You remember.” Simon immediately throws off his mask and pulls John right back into another kiss, a bright smile of his own tugging at his lips.

[luvrodite]

helloooo aurore sweetheart how are you today?? i’m humbly sneaking up for some rosoap crumbs and thoughts tehehe

so earlier i was passing by and saw an interesting show playing on the tv. there was this doctor whose patient was a guy quite annoying who seemed to be a bit too intrusive and comfortable around and one day she just comes and well he left suddenly (thank god). but then while she’s checking his file she discovers that he left a gorgeoussss drawing of her on the back of his diagnosis paper (and she tells herself that he’s a weirdo but she actually keeps the drawing lawl). literally a couple of nights later she spots him at a club while she’s dancing and he’s just watching her and for some reason the next day she decides to visit him (he lives in a tent and the only valuable thing he owns is a motorcycle) and discovers that he’s a traveler that has been kind of everywhere so she asks him to help her translate some books (specifically about her trauma) and the next day he’s over at her house helping her out over some wine. one thing leads to another and now he’s in her swimming pool and she’s screaming at him that they’re not done yet but they just end up fucking in it lmaooo and then scene shifts to her resting after their banter and he’s just laying behind her drawing her naked form (his notebook is full of sketches of her) before he decides to squeeze closer to find out that she’s actually crying and he just holds her close and soothes her with kisses :((( i couldn’t help but think of rosoap and it got me thinking!!! you’ve mentioned before that one thing that makes you realize how serious and deep john’s love for you is is actually how many detailed drawings he has of you, do you think that this passion of his holds a big symbolic significance in your relationship? like do you think it evolves into a subtle way for him to communicate some of his thoughts and feelings to you, almost like a love language? love u mwahhh

ariel, my angel! hi darling, i'm tired today but it's beautiful out so i'm sitting in a sunspot and trying to do some work! (trying = getting my laptop out lol). this show sounds so interesting, and the characters seem so incredibly like ro soap to a tee!!

oh my gosh, i think 100% yes and i hadn't considered that it would have a bigger role in our relationship before but, thinking about it, i would say yes.

i think his art is something that's not inherently really personal to him but still special when shared, if that makes sense? like i don't think he'd go out of his way to hide his sketchbooks and if i found it for the first time and was flipping through it, i think he'd be the type to sneak up to me and act very normal about it. says something while peering over my shoulder like, och that one's no good, dinnae pay it any mind, lass – this one's better. and laughs a little when i jump because i hadn't heard him enter the room.

but i think the more our relationship evolves and the more he draws me in, i imagine there are moments when the both of us are doing our own things in my flat or his and sometimes i'll come and just peer over his shoulder at what he's drawing this time. he grumbles a bit about that, but it doesn't have any real heat to it – 'f ye wanted tae look just say so, woman. and i'll sit with him and flip through the pages of his recent pieces. i think my favourite thing about his drawings is the attention to detail. he's got a sharp eye for that sort of thing, and it always lodges the cupid's arrow in my heart a little deeper every time we share that.

i also think there's a lot that goes unsaid with visual art that it's up to us to parse out. with his drawings of me specifically, it just echoes what he already claims to feel (that i more often than not brush off because it's difficult to believe) but like. quieter? idk if that makes sense but it just reaffirms what's being said and it feels more credible ?

in one of my classes this semester we're learning about the kinds of evidence that are admissible in a court of law and i think the best way i can describe it is like. his words are hearsay (not admissible but with exceptions) but the drawings are real documentary evidence that satisfy the other rules of evidence (would be admissible and would be used to make your argument and carry a LOT of weight). it's the kind of stuff that you can't really argue with - you can resist it but it's quite simply a Fact.

i rambled a lot but it's definitely a love language i think and it's one of those things that bolsters his case that he is serious about me, that it goes beyond wanting what he can't have and surface level, shallow obsession. that there's substance to his feelings. anyway. thank you for asking me this, beloved :( i hope you are so so well <3

[wanderingthroughsands]

I. Things we can’t control

Maybe I'm going crazy You're looking at me like we just had a fight as I'm waking I know it is hard to let go The things that I have said as you lie in bed til tomorrow I keep my secrets tonight

– "Don't believe your dreams" by The Burma

„Becca, you are a lifesaver!”

Usually, when I arrive at the office early in the morning, the rooms of our editorial department are still hushed, with only few voices to be heard. In Venetta Publishing we start our day by powering up the equipment (and waiting a few minutes for it to be fully operational), exchanging brief pleasantries, and savoring coffee from the small café on the building's ground floor. And it is precisely this coffee that seems to be what saved the life of my internship supervisor, Veronica Craig.

"Thank you so much", Veronica said with a broad smile as she leaned over her desk to take the cup from me. "And I promise, this is the last time I'll ask you to bring me coffee. I don't want you to remember this internship that way."

"I've already forgotten about it", I replied, smiling, as I took my seat, placing my own cup and bag on the windowsill behind me. "Besides, what kind of intern would I be if I didn't do this at least once? Isn't that what we were made for?"

"Not here."

Our desks were arranged in an L-shape, giving me a perfect view of her profile as she leaned back in her chair and almost reverently took the first sip of her drink. I decided to use the moment to turn on my computer, which, as usual, stubbornly ignored my commands.

"You wouldn't believe the morning I've had!" Veronica continued after a moment, visibly relaxed just by holding a cup of coffee in her hand. "And what a night! If it weren't for Martin and his extremely important meeting this afternoon, I'd probably have taken a sick day."

"Why, what happened?" I asked, still not looking at her, but at the ever-blinking loading icon on my screen. I swear, just entering the password on this machine should earn a degree in computer science.

"Luke stayed over last night", I thought I heard this particular note in her voice that involuntarily brought a smile to my face. Noticing it, Veronica quickly added, "But that's not the reason for my distraction, young lady! At least not the only one. I was plagued by nightmares all night."

"Nightmares?"

"The worst ones! As soon as one ended, another began, as if they were determined to torment me. The last one was so intense that I woke Luke up and wouldn’t let him fall asleep until morning, just to avoid going back to sleep."

I tore my gaze away from the computer and finally looked at her closely. Despite her makeup, she indeed seemed tired, if that could even be said about someone as energetic as Veronica. Her eyes were smaller than usual, and the few wrinkles on her forehead suddenly appeared more pronounced.

"Do you remember what that last nightmare was about?"

"The doomsday", she replied instantly, involuntarily adopting a serious tone. "I was watching the world fall apart. Pieces of buildings were being sucked into a vortex hanging in the sky, streets were tearing away from the ground. I knew it would pull me in any moment, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. So I just stood there… and waited."

"Didn't you and Luke watch some horror movie or another 'documentary' series on conspiracy theories before bed?" I asked, sketching quotation marks with my fingers.

Veronica responded with a lopsided smile.

"We had more interesting things to do", she said, making me snort and shake my head, exchanging amused glances with her.

"You know what?" I said after a moment of silence, as Veronica once again clung to her coffee cup. "Next time you have a nightmare, try to remember this conversation. Think of me and how you told me the doomsday was just one of your bad dreams. It usually helps me to rationalize my dreams like that."

"I read a similar piece of advice online when I couldn’t sleep, but I’ve never been able to pull myself out of a dream."

"Then I'll help you", I said, putting on the most endearing face I could muster. "Just look at this friendly face; how could you have nightmares when you see it?"

"Let’s not forget this friendly face brought me coffee today! A true remedy for a nightmarish night and a nightmarish day!"

Venetta Publishing became my second home just under two months ago. After several unsuccessful job interviews, I ended up applying here just and quickly started to learn the entire publishing process from Veronica and a handful of other editors. It might not have been the fulfillment of my college dreams, where I imagined myself in a large, thriving editorial office, but day by day, I grew to appreciate the intimacy and almost familial atmosphere of this place. Every day around noon, someone would go out to bring lunch for everyone. The couple who ran the business were demanding but also very willing to share their knowledge. And most importantly, I got to work with words, helping aspiring writers, who longed to one day see their publications on bookstore shelves, to make their dreams come true.

Living with my mom allowed me to afford this job. My earnings were enough to pay off my student loan and contribute to the household bills, so it’s safe to say I was living much like many other young people still searching for their perfect path.

I tried so hard to be happy with a life I built for myself. I found satisfaction in conversations with colleagues, in my mother's pride, in meetings with friends, in occasional dates...

But that constant sense of fear and anticipation, the sense I could never forget, always drew my mind back to the world of the night, to the endless loops of dreams and nightmares, where I could finally do what I really felt best at—awakening.

After a full day of work, I usually took the train home, followed by a bus that dropped me off almost at my doorstep. That day, on my way back, I was talking on the phone with Alyssa, a college friend, about her upcoming wedding and choosing a destination for the honeymoon. When I got to the apartment, mom was already there—sleeping on the couch after what was evidently an extended shift at the hospital.

"Rebecca?" She murmured, hearing the sound of the lock turning in the door.

"It's me", I replied, instinctively lowering my voice. "Go back to sleep; I'll just put away the groceries and head to my room."

"How was your day?" I could barely understand her through the massive yawn that accompanied the question.

"It was fine. Veronica gave me a few sample chapters to review. Get some rest, mom, you have another night shift tonight."

"I know, I know... I just wanted to see you for a quick minute."

I sighed softly and knelt beside her with a gentle smile on my lips. She was loosely covered with a blanket, and the messy bun she had hastily tied before leaving yesterday had left no trace. Despite her exhaustion and demanding job, she still looked very young for her age. My gaze wandered over her delicate face, then to her work uniform, which she hadn't taken off upon returning home, finally settling on the ID badge pinned to the front pocket of her apron. Meredith Surrey, RN.

"My beautiful girl..." Mom smiled broadly and reached out to touch my face. "I left dinner in the oven for you, in case you're hungry."

"Thank you. How was hospital today?"

"Rough shift", she replied, briefly closing her eyes. "We had three victims of a car accident; apparently, the driver fell asleep at the wheel. He was with his five-year-old son and unfortunately... That sight really got to me today, you know? The father will never fully recover, and when he finds out his child didn't make it... Maybe that's why I just had to see you now."

"Mom..." I felt like working as a nurse constantly reminded her of my accident, which she had taken much harder than I did. As far back as I could remember, it had always been just the two of us, and my mom had always worked hard to ensure I never view it as something negative. It was thanks to her and only her that our life was so good and peaceful.

"Try not to think about it anymore; there was nothing you could have done to make the situation better."

"You're right, dear. What happens to us is so unpredictable; sometimes there's literally nothing we can do..." I didn't respond, so mom smiled again and added, "Go eat something and rest, you definitely need it. I'm taking a day off tomorrow, so maybe we can spend the afternoon together?"

"Sure", I said, standing up. Before leaving, I tucked the blanket up to just below her nose. "But for now, sleep. You still have a few hours left. Should I wake you before nine?"

"No need, I've set my alarm. I'll come say goodbye to you before I leave."

Between returning home and locking the door behind my mom, I spent most of my time reading—first the sample chapters from Veronica, then a book that had consumed most of my free time over the past three days. As night fell, a familiar sense of anticipation began to build, urging me to put my reading aside. Just like before every night full of nightmares, a new energy surged within me, so distinct from the usual mundaneness of daytime. I felt... excited. Alive. Ready.

I lay down in bed in complete darkness, listening to the muffled sounds of the street and the upstairs neighbors' TV. It was nearing eleven, and the fatigue was beginning to make itself felt. I rubbed my eyes, as if trying to rid them of sand, then yawned and settled comfortably on my pillow.

I knew perfectly well what would happen next. I couldn't wait for it. Falling asleep was, as usual, accompanied by a sense of anticipation, mixed with just a touch of fear. For a fraction of a second, this feeling reminded me of the couple from the park, who over the years had become somewhat hazy and unreal in my memories.

And then the nightmares began. I passed through them as if moving from room to room, extending a hand to the troubled dreamers, creating passages for them to the real world. Some nightmares lasted only a few seconds, while others seemed to stretch on for hours. Periodically, Every so often, I would take a break in the green world I had found myself in right after the accident – there, I rested on the grass and watched beautiful, peaceful dreams unfold. Yet, I would return to the nightmares fairly quickly, knowing I was needed there. I woke people of all nationalities, creeds, children and the elderly, women and men, pulling them out of their own terror, showing them the way to wakefulness. Some freed from the nightmare themselves as soon as I convinced them that it wasn’t real. Others I guided personally, offering help and reassurance. This night was no different from the others, during which I kept fulfilling my personal mission of awakening. That is, it wouldn’t have been different, if not for…

Fiddler's Green, as some of the dreamers called this place, was invariably peaceful and warm, like a summer afternoon. I wandered through it leisurely, searching for the next door to the next nightmare, just as I had the very first time. Time itself flowed a little differently here, allowing me to meet hundreds of people in a single night and give each one enough attention. And within the Fiddler's Green, I could ‘rest’ from my duties  and let my mind drift away a little bit.

And it was here, for the second time in my life, that the feeling returned – the rustling bushes in the forest, the overwhelming tension that directed my gaze between the trees.

A man with dark hair, his skin as white as snow, emerged from the forrest with a slow, calm stride. Just like that day in the park five years ago, he was dressed in a long, black coat that gently billowed in the wind, and as he approached, he looked straight into my eyes. In his dark irises, I saw true infinity, as if he held the entire universe within himself…

But I saw something else too, something that made my heart suddently beat even faster – a threat.

"It was a challenging task to find you, Rebecca Surrey", he said in a deep voice that could crumble rocks. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, and though I desperately wanted to take a step back, something held me in place.

"It is not very challenging to hide in the world of dreams, is it?" I replied, trying to sound as calm and confident as possible. „Most people do this every night.”

He smiled, but there was absolutely no joy or amusement in that smile. In fact, I couldn't discern any emotions on his face – yet I had the overwhelming, crushing sense that I had never before been in greater danger.

"You only hide when you have reasons to", he said, each word bringing him closer to me until he finally stopped, so close to me that if I were taller, our faces would almost touch. "No one of your kind should interfere in other people’s dreams. That is why I cannot allow you to do this any longer."

"I don't really come here on purpose, at least I hadn’t when I first appeared here.” I said. „It all started with the accident I had five years ago. And with... seeing you."

"Me?" A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, but only for a second. "Rebecca Surrey, what you do endangers both your world and mine. And if it's not stopped, it could cause permanent damage that even I will not be able to repair."

"Stopped?" Despite the fear slowly creeping into my stomach, I still couldn't look away from his eyes.

"It truly saddens me." He tilted his head, as if observing a capricious child. "You are an anomaly. A threat to the Dreaming; a threat that must be eliminated for my realm to remain intact."

"Then show me how to stop appearing in others' dreams. Believe me or not, I don't want to hurt anyone or cause destruction; I only wanted to help. But if my actions cause any harm, I'll give it up right here and now."

"Even if you stop interfering with nightmares, your unexplained power is too great for me to allow you to live with it.” He replied. „Harmony must be maintained, and you, Rebecca Surrey... you disrupt the harmony."

He reached out to grab my shoulder, but I immediately recoiled. A dark shadow passed over his face as he saw me retreat.

"You do not want to challenge the Dream Lord," he said coldly. "You would not succeed. I’m only doing what I must to keep both my world and yours safe."

"I’m sorry then, Dreamlord" I replied, gathering all the strength inside me that had always helped me wake up, "but I just can’t let you do that. You will have to find another way."

I clenched my eyes shut, and when I opened them, I was lying in my own bed again, gasping for breath, overwhelmed with fear... with the mysterious man's statuesque face still etched in my memory.

[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter five

main masterlist

series masterlist

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, use of the word ‘damn’ (lol don’t know if that counts as a curse word, but i’ll still put it as a warning)

word count: ~ 3.6k

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Now that Hoseok and I aren’t completely enemies, I notice that the boys are happier. I know they’re happy that we’re getting along, and I’ll admit that I’m also happier. I no longer feel super awkward around Hoseok, and he then tells me to call him ‘Hobi.’ A giant step, if I do say so myself. 

The school year drags goes on, and I throw myself deep into piles of homework and semi-late nights. If I’m not doing homework, I lie on my bed and binge k-dramas, usually falling asleep while watching. 

It’s another normal Wednesday, and I’m walking to class when I hear a voice call out behind me, “Y/n! Wait up!”

I turn and see Jungkook and…Taehyung? What’s he doing here? I thought that he had a shoot today. He is going to showcase his new line of clothes, which he calls ‘Reflection.’ I saw a couple of his sketches and they were gorgeous formal gowns.

I turn around.

“What’s up…Tae why are you here? I thought that you had a shoot today.” 

“That’s…why…I’m…here…” Tae pants, tired from running. 

“What TaeTae here is trying to say is that yes, there is a shoot today, and yes, we need you to model in it! Our model is sick, so our first thought was you!” 

I’m shocked. Me? A model? I may not hate my appearance, but I’m still human and am insecure about being in front of a camera. 

“Me? No way. You’re funny. I can’t model!” 

“Why not? You’re gorgeous and perfect for the role.” Taehyung says, not panting anymore.

My cheeks flame, and I say quietly, “Girls with glasses can’t be models.” 

I’ve seen many different models on ads and online, and while there is diversity and inclusion, I almost never see models with glasses. (author here-I agree with this and think that there should be more models with glasses. the only celeb that I can think of is actress anna cathcart. love her so much!!) I love my glasses, but sometimes I feel like there are so many stereotypes around people with glasses. I don’t feel comfortable with contacts, so I’ve embraced the beauty of wearing glasses.

After I say this, both boys frown at my answer.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks me. 

“You know…there aren’t many models with glasses. I’m definitely not fit for this role. You should try to find someone else, like Hwasa.”

“But we want you, y/n. That’s why we’re here. Please won’t you come? If you absolutely don’t feel comfortable, no pressure. But we could use you.” 

I hate making quick decisions, as I like to plan out the outcomes of each choice and then decide. I guess today’s a day for being spontaneous because I cave after seeing Jungkook and Taehyung’s puppy eyes.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

They cheer. 

“Yes! C’mon, let’s go!” They start walking to the car.

I follow behind them, my class forgotten. Oh well. Today was only a review day, and I can do it online later so it’ll be fine. 

My brain starts racing, the thought of not being good enough crossing it often. I’ve never even modeled before! I have no clue what I’m doing. 

I sit in the backseat, trying to calm my nerves. Eventually we reach a grand looking building with gorgeous pillars. 

“Wow…it’s beautiful,” I marvel, staring at the vintage yet ornate detailing.

“Yeah it is…now we’ve got to go! We’re already behind schedule,” Taehyung urges. 

Us three rush inside, where there’s a grand staircase and a ballroom to the right. Both are filled with people rushing around. Stylists, hair and makeup people, producers, etc. Taehyung is talking to a woman who looks professional and serious with a headset. She nods, and then gestures for me to follow her.

“Go with Sasha! She’s my assistant and she’ll take you to hair and makeup!” 

I rush after Sasha, trying to keep up with her long strides. There’s a hair and makeup crew set up in a smaller room off into the corner. 

Sasha pops her head in and says, “Here’s the new model. Same look as planned and make it quick.” She then spins on her heel and walks away.

The stylists put me in a chair and have me take my glasses off. There are expensive makeup palettes and high-end hair products everywhere. They make quick work of me, and I try to stay as still as possible. My hair is being curled and put up in a half-up style. 

Finally, they tell me to put my glasses back on. I do, and am stunned by how I look. Deep red eyeshadow with a hint of gold sparkle and matching lip make me look sophisticated and my glasses showcase the eye makeup. My hair is bouncy from the curls and they put it into a simple half-up style with a small gold clip and pieces of my hair framing my face. I have never felt more beautiful. 

“Wow, thank you. You all did such an amazing job!” I repeat over and over to them. 

They all smile sheepishly and wave it off, saying “It’s our job!” 

Sasha comes back, and nods her approval, then rushes me off to wardrobe. The wardrobe woman put me in a stunning wine-colored dress that’s off the shoulder and has drapes of fabric around my shoulders. The waist has subtle gold detailing, and the skirt is full and loose around my gold heels (think ballgown). Gloves that match hit me slightly above the elbow, and I feel like a princess. I cannot believe that Taehyung designed this. 

Sasha comes yet again, but this time we’re going to start the shoot. As she leads me out to the grand staircase, I see Tae with a worried look on his face. But, as soon as he sees me, it melts into an awestruck smile. 

“Y/n…you look absolutely perfect. That dress was made for you!” 

“I can’t believe you designed this Tae, it’s so beautiful,” I say, smoothing my skirt down, looking at the glamorous design.

“It’s not the design but the person wearing it,” Taehyung says, still looking at me. 

“Hate to break this up, but we need to get started. Let’s get some solo shots before we include Jungkook,” Sasha interrupts. 

Jungkook? What’s he doing? Is he a model too? 

“Okay, y/n, go up to the staircase and place your hand on it and gaze out into the distance,” Taehyung orders, switching to full on director mode.

I do as he says, and try not to feel awkward as there are so many people watching and making adjustments to the hot lights and my dress. 

“Perfect…” says the photographer, taking many photos. 

“Great, now walk slowly down with your hand still on the railing and look slightly above my head with that same gaze.”

I try to do as Tae says, but he shakes his head at me. “You’re too stiff, loosen up a bit. Go up and try again.” 

I do, trying not to feel like he’s disappointed in me. After multiple tries, me getting frustrated every time we have to start over, we finally get the shots that Taehyung wants.

After what seems like forever, we move on to the next style. I change into a black ballgown with capped sleeves and more long elbow length gloves and real diamonds on the skirt. My makeup is changed to a subtle smoky eye and bright red lip. Hair now upswept in a chignon, a detailed diamond headpiece rests heavily on my head. I feel like a Hollywood starlet.

“Okay! After Jungkook’s ready, we’ll start.” 

I learned that Jungkook is going to be a model with me, as we’re going to do ‘romantic partner shots,’ which is what Sasha calls it. 

I wait impatiently, the black heels hurting my feet and my head heavy with diamonds. It’s also late afternoon now, and I just want to change and go eat. 

Jungkook finally shows, dressed in a classic tuxedo. I’ll admit, he looks like a fairytale prince. 

“Let’s go over the windows and get some shots with the sun streaming in,” Taehyung instructs. 

He then positions us in a class ‘romantic looking into each other’s eyes’ pose, with Kook’s left arm around my waist and my left hand holding the dress out slightly. 

I gulp as I stare into Jungkook’s big doe eyes. He’s so damn handsome, and I don’t feel that I deserve to be next to him. 

He winks at me, and I swear I turn into a tomato. But, we have to continue holding our gaze until finally, Taehyung says we can move on. 

The next pose is where Jungkook dips me. I’ll admit, this one is really fun to do. We have to do it may times, and each time I find myself falling harder into Jungkook’s eyes. 

Taehyung says that he has one more idea and turns on instrumental music. 

“Okay, for this last one I want you guys to waltz to the music. This will create more candid shots, so let’s start!” 

Great. There’s only one problem with that.

“Jungkook,” I hiss under my breath, “I have no clue how to waltz.” 

“I thought you were a dancer?” He asks me in a whisper. 

“I do contemporary dance! Not ballroom dancing.” I laugh nervously, wondering how we’re going to pull this off.

“Just follow my lead,” Jungkook says, starting to step with me slowly. 

I do as he says, and after stepping on his toes a couple times we fall into a rhythm. Soon the music fades away and all I can focus on is Jungkook. His handsome features, kind nature, soft smile…oh no. I like Jungkook. 

And then I stumble.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Jungkook asks me worriedly, and I just nod, too dazed with my feelings to respond in words.

“Are you sure?” Tae asks me as well, concerned look on his face. 

“I’m fine guys, really,” I assure them. 

“Okay, well we got all the shots that we needed, so you’re both free to leave! I have to stay here for a while, though,” Taehyung says, still in director mode. 

“Don’t be so serious Tae! But you’d better come home before midnight because otherwise Joon-hyung will be mad at you,” Jungkook says, going to kiss Taheyung’s cheek. 

“Okay okay Kook. I’ll probably be back by seven tonight, so don’t worry,” Taehyung laughs, going back to the person I know. 

“Good. I love you,” Jungkook says, rubbing his nose against Tae’s. 

“Love you too my little bunny,” Taehyung teases.

“Hey! I told you not to call me that!” 

~ 

Jungkook and I change and I take off the heavy makeup, then we head home. I run my fingers through my hair, happy to have it loose and free again instead. 

But as I get into the passenger seat, I can feel myself getting irritated with my feelings. God y/n, why do you like someone who’s taken? How do you get yourself into these situations? 

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Jungkook’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh! Yeah I’m fine, I’m just tired from the shoot,” I say, only half-lying. 

“Yeah, the first couple shoots are pretty exhausting, but you did great for someone who’s never modeled before!” Jungkook praises.

I feel myself blush again. Why do I always blush at the most simple compliments? Oh wait, it’s because I like Jungkook. 

“Thanks Kook,” I say, trying to not feel the sweat coursing through my body.

“Joon asked us if we could pick up pizza, so I placed the order while we were at the shoot,” Jungkook explains as we start going a different route.

“Just how many pizzas did you order?” I ask, knowing that their appetites are huge. 

“Seven.” 

“Seven?” I ask, surprised. But I shouldn’t be, because I know that the boys could probably each eat their own pizza.

“Yeah, Tae won’t eat with us so everyone gets their own!” Jungkook cheers as we pull into the pizza place.

“I’m not even sure that I can eat a whole pizza,” I admit, thinking of the greasy slices.

“It’s okay, leftovers!” Jungkook exclaims. 

“Okay leftovers boy, let’s go,” I say, laughing at his enthusiasm. 

We step into the pizza place and the smell immediately makes my stomach growl. Jungkook goes to the counter and says that he has a pick-up order, and after a minute seven fresh boxes come out. I carry three and Kook carries four. 

We stack the boxes in my lap, and I can barely see over them. 

“We’re almost there y/n,” Jungkook says, chuckling at my wide-eyed expression. 

After a little bit we reach home. 

Jungkook parks then opens my door for me, taking all of the pizza boxes. 

I try to take some back but he waves me off, saying “You held them all the way home!”

Stepping through the garage door I yell out, “Pizza!” 

Namjoon immediately puts down his laptop on the coffee table and comes to help us. We set up the boxes on the counter. 

Yoongi slowly appears from the studio with Jin and Hobi comes out of the dance studio.

“Where’s Jimin?” I ask, noticing that he’s the only one missing.

“He’s upstairs I think,” Jin responds.

“I’ll go get him,” I say, starting up the stairs.

“Thanks y/n!” Joon calls.

I go straight to Jimin’s room, thinking that he’s taking a nap. 

“Jimin it’s time for-“ 

I freeze as I open the door. There, standing without a shirt on is Jimin. He has sweats on that dip dangerously low and his abs are gorgeous. He looks like an angel.

“Time for what, y/n?” Jimin asks, his voice slightly lower than normal.

“Um…time….for…” I trail off, averting my eyes. I’m turning red for the second time in one day. First Jungkook now Jimin!

“Like what you see?” Jimin asks with a smirk. 

An angel? No, he’s a devil.

“No…” I stammer out, trying to burn the image out of my mind. 

In the end, I just turn around abruptly and say in the way out, “Dinner’s ready! And please put on a shirt…” 

The last part makes him laugh as I shut the door behind me. I groan silently and put my hands on my head. This is not what I needed. Jungkook in a tux and Jimin shirtless is a double threat of hotness. 

Damn it. 

I also like Jimin. 

I can’t like both of them! This is a problem. I can’t like boys that have boyfriends! And I don’t even think that they like girls! Wait, Hwasa said that they did. Does that mean they all do? But I can’t like them! They’re strictly off limits! 

Too many questions run through my brain and somewhere in there I make a mental note to text Hwasa later and see what she says. 

I walk downstairs and bring myself to focus on the meal. Jimin’s abs-no, pizza. 

We sit down with our pizzas and Jimin comes sauntering down a minute later, now wearing a shirt. I just stare at my pizza slice. 

“Hey everyone!” He says, looking straight at me, a small smirk still on his face.

“Hi Jiminie!”

“Hey Chim.”

“Come sit down!”

He sits and we all dig in. The boys chat about their day and we eventually get to the topic of the photoshoot today. 

“Yeah, you guys should’ve seen y/n! She was such a pro even though it was her first time,” Jungkook gushes.

“That’s impressive y/n,” Yoongi says quietly amid the other compliments.

I smile and thank them.

“The dresses were so stunning. I can’t believe that Taehyung designed them,” I say, trying to divert the conversation to something else.

“Yeah, that’s our Tae. He’s always had such an eye for art. Just like Joon over here,” Hobi says, “Joon loves to go to museums for hours in the afternoon.” 

“Really? That’s cool. Who’s your favorite artist?” I ask Namjoon, surprised at hearing this.

“One of my favorites is J.M.W. Turner. His art is so beautiful and serene to look at. But I also like any kind of art, including music, fashion, etc.” Namjoon explains.

“Jin’s a cook, Yoongi’s a music producer, Jiminie and Hobi are dancers, Tae’s a fashion designer, and Kook is a cinematography major. You really found the right people!” I exclaim, thinking about how all of their careers are artistic, except maybe Namjoon’s. But, I think that teaching is also an art in its own way.

“I really did. I’m so lucky to have found them and-“

“Why am I the only one who doesn’t have a nickname?” Yoongi interrupts with a frown.

Jimin laughs at Yoongi, saying “I thought you didn’t like nicknames hyung!”

“Well…if i’m the only one without one I feel left out!” Yoongi complains.

I smile at his pout and decide to think of a nickname.

“What if I call you Yoodles?” I ask.

“Like noodles?” Jungkook asks, chortling.

“Yoodles is cute!” I argue defensively. 

“Okay, Yoodles it is,” Jin says, trying to break up the giggles and arguing currently going on.

“You’re the only one allowed to call me that, y/n,” Yoongi states, ignoring the boys’ “Hey!” “Why?” and “Not fair!��

“Sounds good Yoodles.” I try it out and see a gummy smile appear on Yoongi’s face. 

“Aww, y/n you made him smile!” Jimin teases, then sees Yoongi’s smile turn into a glare at him. 

“Now you made him mad!” I shake my head in fake disappointment. 

“Yeah Jimin, you made me mad,” Yoongi pouts cutely. 

“Alright guys, that’s enough. Just eat your pizza!” Jin complains again, although he’s looking fondly at the boys.

They comply and finish their whole pizzas. Meanwhile, I can only eat about six pieces before I feel stuffed. 

“Hey y/n, are you going to eat the rest of your pizza?” Namjoon asks me sheepishly.

“No, want my last two pieces?” I ask, giving the two slices to the beaming man.

“Thanks y/n!” His dimple pops out when he thanks me.

After doing the dishes we pile into the living room to watch a movie. Tae is home by now, tired but happy. 

Jungkook wanted to do a movie marathon, but then remembered that everyone has work/school the next day. 

Arguing over a movie takes a couple minutes, until we spin a wheel to determine who gets to choose. Jin wins so we watch Frozen. 

I look to where to sit, trying to avoid Jungkook and Jimin at any costs. The only spot that’s open is…in between Jungkook and Jimin. They must have planned this. Damn it. 

I reluctantly sink into the seat between them, trying to ignore their gazes. The movie starts, and the song at the beginning comes on.

Everything is fine for a bit, and I find myself slowly relaxing more into the cushions. Until ‘Do You Want to Build A Snowman?’ comes on. 

Jungkook suddenly leans down and starts singing the song slowly into my ear. His angelic voice is mesmerizing and I try not to shiver. I accidentally meet his gaze and my eyes widen at the look in his. Those beautiful eyes know what they’re doing. After the song he turns his attention back to the movie, satisfied with his attempt to fluster me. 

I also turn my attention back to the movie, trying to cool down from that encounter. It only semi-works because next thing I know, Jimin lays his head down on my left shoulder. His pink hair is fluffy and I can see his perfect skin shine. I swallow as Jimin starts to close his eyes, seemingly falling asleep. Great. Now I have an angel on my shoulder and the devil to my right. I stay stiff throughout the rest of the movie because of Jimin. 

After the movie finishes, the boys start to head up to bed. Jin is the first to leave, barely sparing anyone a glance as he heads upstairs. Yoongi gives me an amused smile at my situation and I roll my eyes as he too gets up. Hobi and Taehyung go together and soon it’s just me, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a sleeping Jimin. 

“Y/n, let me get Chim off of you so you can go sleep,” Namjoon says tiredly, looking at the bubblegum-haired boy on my shoulder.

“Or you could just sleep down here and not wake up Jiminie,” Jungkook suggests sneakily.

“Jungkook, you are not going to make y/n sleep down here on the couch when she has class tomorrow,” Namjoon says as sternly as he can.

“But hyung, Jimin looks so comfortable!” Jungkook whines.

I contemplate my choices. Go up to my nice bed or stay down here with Chim. I guess one night wouldn’t hurt, and Jimin looks so peaceful on my shoulder.

“I guess I can stay here tonight…” I say, eyes averted to the floor.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. Really. It’s okay.” Namjoon is protesting but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“It’s okay Joon, just go up to bed. I’ll lay down here with Jimin and it’ll be fine for one night. Go to sleep. You have class tomorrow,” I urge Namjoon, happy to see him comply and shuffle up to bed. 

“Goodnight y/n. Sleep well,” Jungkook says as he leaves, turning off the light. 

The moonlight seeps in through the curtains and I gaze at Jimin’s serene face. I sigh softly, then gently maneuver us so that we’re both lying on the couch. Jimin stays asleep and before I close my eyes, I can’t resist giving a soft kiss to his forehead.

Goodnight Jimin. 

a/n: hey y’all, updates are probably going to be slow because i am so busy right now!! i mostly write on the weekends. much love and hope you enjoyed reading! 🫶🏼🩷

[adrienneleclerc]

Hi, I was wondering if you could an Xavier Thorpe x addams!reader fic where there's a Addams family reunion and she's introducing him to everybody

It’s an Addams Family Reunion

Of course I can! Hope you like it, mi vida. My first Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader fanfic

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: When Y/N is getting ready for the Addams Family Reunion, Xavier decides to pay her a visit

Warning: probably none

Y/N Addams is Wednesday's younger sister by a year. Much like Morticia, she sees positive things in her visions and has a more optimistic outlook on life. She has been dating Xavier Thorpe for a few months, when the fall semester ended early, Xavier have cellphones to both Addams girls. They are currently FaceTiming each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow, sweetheart?" Xavier asked as he was sketching.

"Well...I have a family reunion this weekend, tomorrow we have family flying out so I gotta make sure the house still has cobwebs and I need to feed Kitty and Cleopatra." Y/N said casually.

"There are more Addams? Who are Kitty and Cleopatra?” Xavier asked.

"Yes, there are a lot of us, and Kitty is our pet lion, Cleopatra is one of my mom’s plants. But I'll be busy tomorrow and the weekend, I'm sorry, pretty boy." Y/N said and she watched Xavier blush.

"It's fine, my love. Does the reunion start on Friday?" Xavier asked

"I think it does, yea. Pugsley is going to be playing with dynamite with our Uncle Fester when he stays in our house. Before you say anything, yes, it's perfectly safe...for us anyway." Y/N said.

"You Addams really are kooky." Xavier stated.

"Wednesday prefers spooky, but I agree. I need to walk Kitty, gotta go, okay." Y/N said.

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow." Xavier said and they hung up. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Y/N, darling, Can i come in?" Morticia asked.

"Sure mom, come in." Y/N said, putting away her phone.

"Were you talking to your boyfriend? The Thorpe boy?" Morticia asked.

"Yes mom, I've been talking to him. What did you what to talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Is he going to come over? I haven't seen him since Parent's Day.” Morticia said.

“I’m not sure, actually. Does Kitty need a walk?” Y/N asked.

“Your father is already walking Kitty so don’t worry. Tomorrow Cousin Itt and Uncle Fester are coming along with your grandmama, okay.” Morticia said.

“Okay, mom.” Y/N said, when Morticia left the room, Wednesday came in.

“Sister, when was the last time we saw the whole family?” Wednesday asked Y/N.

“It was for Pugsley’s Mazurka 2 years ago. Is the house even big enough to have the family reunion here?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe it is, it would be great to see Uncle Fester again though.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah i know, you’ll see him tomorrow.” Y/N said and with that, Wednesday left Y/N’s room.

Skip to Friday, with Gomez Addams being old money rich, their house was enormous and fit all the relatives. Everyone was sitting down, eating the food that Lurch had prepared for them. Then Y/N heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Y/N yelled and when she opened it, she was surprised to see Xavier standing there is nice-ish clothes. “Xavier, I can’t believe you’re here, come in.” Y/N said, stepping aside to allow Xavier to come inside.

“Wow, your place and family are bigger than I thought. And there’s just a lion walking around, cool, no need to be scared at all.” Xavier said nervously.

��Um yeah, my dad makes a lot of investments and deals, he makes a lot of money without even trying, it’s his gift.” Y/N commented offhandedly. “Is it okay if I introduce you to everyone? I don’t want them asking questions.”

“Yeah sure, I can’t believe im meeting your entire family in one day, this is getting serious.” Xavier said.

“Oh yes, very serious, i expect a promise ring next month.” Y/N said teasingly, trying to calm his nerves but it didn’t work. “Im kidding, let’s just go.” Y/N looped her arm with Xavier’s to introduce him to everyone. “Mom, dad, Pugsley, you remember Xavier, right?”

“Oh yes of course, you gave the girls phones, I assume they are on your phone bill.” Gomez said.

“Yes, yes they are, don’t worry Mr. Addams.” Xavier said.

“No need for formalities, hijo, Gomez is fine.” Gomez said.

“Would you like to play with explosives my Uncle Fester gave me?” Pugsley asked Xavier, trying to be friendly.

“Not right now, Pugsley, I have to introduce him to everyone.” Y/N said,

“Maybe after.” Xavier said, making Pugsley smile slightly. Then they went to another family member.

“Cousin Itt, this is my boyfriend Xavier, Xavier, Cousin Itt.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you.” Xavier said and Cousin Itt chittered in reply.

“He said nice to meet you too and he likes your hair.” Y/N ‘translated’ for him.

“I like your hair too.” Xavier told Cousin Itt.

“He says thank you, I’ll talk to you later Itt.” Y/N said and then walked away.

“Is he made out of hair or does he just have really long hair?” Xavier asked Y/N.

“I Don’t know how to explain it…he has arms and legs so I guess he just has really long legs.” Y/N said.

“Can you understand him when he talks?” Xavier asked.

“Yes I do, it’s an Addams thing.” Y/N said. She later spots her Grandmama and Uncle Fester, deciding to introduce them to Xavier. “Grandmama, Uncle Fester, this is my boyfriend Xavier.”

“Oh wow, you are so very handsome, and tall too, you bagged a good one, Y/N.” Grandmama said and Y/N looked embarrassed while Xavier laughed a little, feeling flattered.

“Thank you, grandmama.” Xavier said.

“Call me Eudora.” Grandmama said.

“I hear Y/N talk about you a lot, it’s nice to see you in good lighting.” Uncle Fester said.

“Yeah, he was in the Nightshades library when you were there with Wednesday.” Y/N explained to Xavier.

“Oh, It’s nice to out a face to the name then.” Xavier said. Y/N has introduced Xavier to everyone from Ophelia Frump to Dr, Flambe, Uncle Knick Knack, Great Auntie Sloom, Aunt Petunia, and the spirits of Granny and Grandpa Frump (yes I googled the extended Addams Family). “I met everyone, right? Please tell me I met everyone.”

“You met everyone, guapo, trust me, you met everyone. Wednesday is currently dancing with Cousin Lumpy and Monday Jones.” Y/N said, looking at Wednesday dancing with their cousin.

“Do you want to dance?” Xavier asked.

“Really? Right now?” Y/N asked,

“Consider it…a do over from the Rave’N.” Xavier said, having his hand out for Y/N to take it. She took it and began to dance to the harpsichord that Lurch was playing.

“Thank you for coming to the reunion, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said.

“You were busy yesterday so I figured why not come over today. Is it okay if I sleep over though? That way I can get on your family’s good side.” Xavier said.

“Why would you need to be on their good side?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I see this relationship lasting at least a year, maybe more.” Xavier commented.

“You do, huh? Well…what if I told you the same thing? That I can see our relationship lasting i graduate from Nevermore. What would you say?” Y/N asked Xavier. Xavier made a pensive face, spun Y/N out, then spun her back towards him.

“I would say that’s great, because I love you.” Xavier said. It’s the first time he said it too.

“I love you too, Xavier.” Y/N said, and they leaned in to kiss each other.

“My life has become so much better since you and Wednesday started Nevermore.” Xavier commented.

“Even after Wednesday accused you of being the Hyde and getting you arrested?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, even then, because you were by my side every step of the way, I liked that you visited me in the police station.” Xavier said.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend go through such a tough time alone.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.“My life has also become better since I met you.”

“I think I should go play with Pugsley’s new explosives. Hey Pugsley, I’m ready to play now.” Xavier shouted when he saw Pugsley playing outside. So now Xavier and Pugsley are both outside playing with the explosives Uncle Fester got him and Y/N was just watching them have fun. She then felt a presence near her.

“You really like him, do you?” Wednesday asked.

“I love him. We love each other actually.” Y/N said.

“And he met the entire family, he didn’t faint when he saw Kitty, I was hoping he did though. He handled our family really well, I must say.” Wednesday commented. “He could definitely be an Addams.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah, I think he could be an Addams too.” Y/N commented, looking at how Pugsley hugged Xavier after blowing up something with his hand grenade.

[pandasmagorica]

First watch review: 4 Minutes

After a bunch of jumbled reaction posts that I can't string together into a sensible sequence - but I will link to them below - I'm ready to give my reactions and review of the 4 Minutes series.

First, the content warnings: violence (lots), murders (several), explicit sex scenes (several), animal killing (once), smoking (a lot), suicide (once).

Second, on the plus side, the product placements are there but fairly low key. ** cough Vice Versa cough **

tl;dr I loved it. It didn't make my top shows list but it's going on my A Cut Above list. It's not perfect, but what show is? It's challenging. It's wild. It's mostly serious with occasional brief moments of comic relief. It's not for everyone, but if you like a good puzzle and are okay with risking not solving it, and the content warnings don't trigger you, go for it.

The sex scenes are good - they had an intimacy director, a best practice.

Okay, with that out of the way, let's get into the review. Spoilers necessarily follow. This review may be as jumbled as the show was. Reader discretion is advised.

In brief, here's a synopsis of the show: Great and Tyme, through bad decisions and surrounded by bad people, find themselves trying to live their best lives in their dying fantasies.

I think this is the first avant-garde QL I've ever seen. I'm seeing complaints about how sketched out Great and Tyme's (the mains) relationship was and how it doesn't justify what they see in their 4 minutes, or what happens between them after they come back from near-dead. I think it fits in very well with the style of the genre.

And certainly we've seen dozens of QLs where the mains or sides fall in love with just a glance. Objecting to Great and Tyme's easy falling in together is like objecting to it being a QL.

Someone mentioned the series is like a jigsaw puzzle. Yeah, like a jigsaw puzzle with 10 percent of the pieces missing. Plus 5 percent pieces added that don't quite fit but someone created because they thought it would make the puzzle better. And I was trying to solve it anyway. And loving it.

The structure, as with many shows, is semi-linear. There's a linear through line with many flashback reveals and a few flash forward reveals. Pretty much the flash forwards occur in the cold opens/precredits of the first several episodes.

But this series has three main through lines:

Episodes 1-5: What Great sees in the 4 minutes of consciousness he has when he flatlines in the hospital. This is relatively linear.

Episodes 1-8: What really happens. This is largely linear with multiple non-linear flashbacks and forwards.

Episodes 7-8: What Tyme sees in the 4 minutes of consciousness he has when he is shot. Also relatively linear.

A lot of people ID'd 1-5 as being Great's 4 minutes timeline. Where I was resistant to that was the inclusion of scenes that Great would not have been privy to. As it turns out, it was likely that many of those scenes were what really happened. But some of those scenes were clearly triggered by Great's timeline, so it prevented me from accepting that it was purely Great's timeline.

So it appears that either Dr. Sammon or the director decided that Great would see things in his 4 minute vision which Great was not directly part of. I think it's an odd choice, and it was a misdirection for me, but at least they were consistent about it. I can accept it as an artistic choice. I think it supports my read of this series as falling into the avant-garde.

There is some cosmic or quantum connection: Great flatlining and 4 minuting as the exact same time as Tyme passing out from the gunshot and 4 minuting. Tyme in his 4 minuting yelling out to Great in his 4 minuting. So this is not at all intended to be a realistic series.

But the series gave us information spoonful by spoonful and trusted us to turn the stew into a meal. And I think they largely did so. Sure there are gaps and plot holes, but it's solid entertainment.

It's challenging and fully engaging. Blink and you'll miss important clues. I certainly did. If you want to watch a series that makes you think, this will fit the bill.

Part of the fun once you realize there are multiple timelines is comparing them to one another. For example, in the real timeline, Tyme takes Great out for authentic Thai street food, and Great specifies all these things he can't eat, such as spicy food, leading to some Tyme eye-rolling. But in Tyme's 4 minute timeline, he tells Great to avoid spicy food. I laughed out loud at that last line.

Yes, with all the violence and tragedy, there is the occasional comic relief. Not a lot, but it's there.

I will probably have more to say about this series as it sinks into my consciousness. I'm pretty sure I want to rewatch this soon - I usually wait at least a year to rewatch shows but this one had so much detail that I need to rewatch to catch things others caught but I missed the first time around.

Links to substantial posts I've made during the series, from most recent to oldest:

4 Minutes last minute episode 8 clowns

4 Minutes pre-ep 8 (Mon 9 Sept) musing on sad endings

Even more pre-ep-8 thoughts (Sun Sept 8)

Told you aka Pre-ep 8 thoughts (Sat Sept 7)

Pre-episode 8 thoughts (Fri Sept 6)

What Manee did/What Great didn't do

Link to a suppressed post

4 Minutes: The woman in the tunnel, episode 1 vs. episode 6

4 Minutes happy ending clowns

First Watch: 4 Minutes episode 6

Ongoing reactions to 4 Minutes

First watch: 4 Minutes episodes 2-5

Untitled post

Damn, I posted a lot more than I thought I did.

[thatonecrookedsmile]

*kicks the front door with all the strength I have*

WAKE UP, CHILDREN. I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH.

Hey there IRIS fans. It's been a while. More than 3 months to be exact. I came once again to offer you my gifts. Behold…..breadcrumbs! :D

Yeah, that's all I have at the moment. I'm sorry.

I was reflecting on the idea of posting things that are more....small? Don't just post finished drawings. Maybe WIPs or, sketches, or in the case above, a doodle! Basically, I don't need to ONLY post finished drawings. Or drawings. Sometimes I can just. Post words, you know. I had the realization about this a while ago when I remembered that I'm on Tumblr. I can post (almost) anything here without limiting myself. Now, will I fulfill this? I don't know. Maybe I'll do that, or I'll just post it when I have a drawing ready to post. I don't promise anything lol.

Anyway, IRIS! I made this little doodle of Goliath while I was out of the house. I only drew his Pre-Explosion version once and it was in that Transmission 3 drawing. As a joke too. So I tried to do something a little more serious. This time…he has a face! I thought it turned out good. I think I found a good way to do his hair too. I decided to color it (and do a light digital lineart over it) to make it more pleasant. Simple, but it looks nice! (I'll leave the normal scribble unedited at the end of the post) Also, I know that in the only art we have of P.E Goliath it doesn't show him with irises and pupils in his eyes. I drew them here because I thought it would be cool.

Next stop is to practice drawing his body. I have to learn how to draw more muscular bodies. Goliath has to live up to his name (and he deserves the muscles tbh)

It goes without saying that I did this after watching the new chapters of Story of Vegala. And speaking of that: i'm gonna be honest with you: I think this is my favorite part of the IRIS story/lore drops posted so far.

It's quite intriguing to see the very story that happened before everything we've seen so far. It's also nice to receive what I've wanted for a while: Tyrant and Fate Lore. It's good to have more information about two characters that we've known (more or less) for a long time now. Especially their origins (broader origins than just *the first beings that walked the Earth* or *beings that came from distant worlds in search of the emblem*)

SOV also makes me excited for other things. Like, obviously, HOAA:R. Releasing soon! December is knocking on the door, you know. But I also really want to see Jaws of Vegala now. And whatever happens in the story that takes place after GT.

So again, SOV is currently my favorite part of the lore, I believe. The anguish of waiting for the next episodes this past week was real.

I'm talking too much once again, SHIT. Yeah, Pre-Explosion Goliath. He deserves the world (He's NOT a monster, he's just BIG and STRONG, and needs a functioning family *cries*)

I don't know when I'll do my next Big Piece related to IRIS. I had something in mind but I lost the will. But I was thinking about doing something related to Solitude for a while. Hold this thought,then. Until then, I'll sketch Tyrant next. Because I like his official design.

Also, here is the unedited scribble:

[simply02artists]

Two version of shattered glass shapeshifter!ben:

I have been a huge fan of many Ben 10 aus and versions, ever since I came across the shapeshifter!ben au, I love it! And I created a shattered glass version for it, basically two version.

If you wanna know more about that shapeshifter!ben au, go check out @sweetpeaches666 ‘s account for more info, she is the original creator of this au.

First, here is small drawing/sketching attempts I did.

The first blue one, the evil one: in this au, since Ben was neglected by his mom Sandra, and he was kept under the plumbers’s control, he did tried to be a hero, but after people were more against him and sees him as a freak, he snapped, and begin to do evil stuff, committing crimes and all that.

His good shattered glass dads (aka vilgax, zs’skayr, sed, Jason, sixsix, etc) tried to save him and take him when he was kid, but it was no use as Ben didn’t know they were his donors/many dads.

To this day, they blame themselves for not being Abel to rescue Ben faster, and for how he turned out.

And the good shattered glass dads has a rivalry against the plumbers, because they don’t want their evil organization anywhere near their planets and people.

His personality is basically the mix of bad Ben and mad Ben.

The second version: I don’t know what to call this version, I thought about maybe anti hero Ben or natural Ben. But I don’t know.

In this version, when summer was over, and ben and to return to his home, but he didn’t want to, other different in this version is, ben let’s his good dads explain to him about how and why they are his dads, peach, the creator said that Carl left Sandra in the shattered glass version when ben was born, so ben had some issues trusting them.

But after seeing all that stuff happening form both side (his grandpa and the evil plumber organization, evil dads, and his good dads and aliens who are against that organization)

Vilgax gave Ben a device to call him if he ever wanted to come for him and take him away, after spending a day with his mom, ben decided enough was enough, he packed his stuff, and ran away from the farm, he called vilgax who came and took him, but they had to do something so the plumber’s won’t be on their tail or suspect anything.

With his good dad’s help, ben faked his death, making it look like an accident, and he was taken away by his good dads, who took care of him among themselves, basically sharing custody of him among themselves.

He received love and affection he never received from his human family.

His personality is kinda like nega Ben, basically tired and depressed, some sort of emo, but he is serious and can be cocky sometimes, and probably trying his best to please his good dads, because he always had this fear that they will leave him too, and basically would use or abandon him. (Which they would never do)

Shapeshifter Ben belongs to @sweetpeaches666

This two versions belong to me.