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batfam-batman · 3 days ago

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Faerie Fruit

Yandere Fae! Nightwing x reader

Inspired by this song I’ve been obsessed with!

The forest was cold, but each sip of the fruit punch warmed me up from the inside. I had no idea what was in it. It didn’t matter. It tasted great, and I wasn’t only going to have one glass. Lights were strategically hung from the trees, flickering like stars.

Chatter was erupting from everywhere around me with four piece band playing underneath them. Even though I wasn’t normally a crowd person, It was an all exclusive party, and I wasn’t one to turn down a good networking opportunity.

“Hi there,” someone cooed from behind me.

I spun on my heel, surprised by the sudden notice of my presence. “Uhm-” was all I managed to awkwardly grunt out. Cool. Gorgeous. What a good start.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he said, his night blue eyes staring straight through me.

“Probably because I’ve never been here before,” I responded.

“Richard Grayson,” he introduced himself. “But my friends call me…” he paused as if he were unsure on whether or not to give me his nickname. “Dick.”

“Oh, that’s awful,”

“No! I like the name!”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“and your name is?” Dick asked, his eyes even more focused than before.

Somethings wrong. I know something is wrong.

“It’s uh,” I was interrupted by my agent jogging over.

“I am so glad you could make it,” she said, giving me a hug. “Mr. Grayson, this is one of my authors. She publishes under the name Scott Story,” my agent gleamed.

“Scott Story is her name?” Dick asked.

“For business purposes, yes,” my agent said decisively.

Okay, something is definitely wrong. Why wasn’t I introduced as y/n? I never go by my pen name in public or even at industry events.

Dick stared a hole into my agent, looking aggravated before relaxing and smiling at me. “It’s lovely to meet you— Mrs. Story?”

“Miss,” I corrected.

“Miss?” He asked with a grin. “We’ll, if that’s case, dance with me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, and whatever the hell was in my punch was messing with me. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t control my feet, and before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with him, barefoot in my dress.

My agent stood on the side. “She’s not really much of a dancer!” She called out, desperately.

Dick laughed, grabbing me by the waist as he spun me around. “You seem like a dancer to me Miss—?” He said, trying to get me to say my name.

“Why do you want to know my name so bad?” I asked as my feet moved almost on their own.

“Can’t a guy want to know a pretty girls name?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You have a name of mine?” I responded.

“I want yours,” his face was so close to mine to could smell the punch off his lips.

“How many girls has this worked on?” I teased. He must flirt all the time. A player. That’s what my agent was trying to save me from.

“I don’t bother myself with worldly things such as names. Not normally, but I need yours,” he said, softly, gently. “Something about you is different, please.”

“my name?” I asked, glancing over at my agent who stared at me wide-eyed.

“yes?” He asked, leaning so close that our lips almost touched.

“y/n,” and with that his lips attached to mine, completely throwing me off.

But I didn’t mind it, and without much thought, I leaned into it.

“Now, dance with my like you mean it, y/n,” he whispered against my lips.

So, I did.

•••

When I woke up, I was somewhere I couldn’t recognize. I held my head as the massive migraine from whatever was in that drink hit me. I’m so hungover.

I sat up on the bed. The sheets looked the same as the ones in my apartment. I was in— someone else’s pajamas, and the walls looked like— a cave??

Oh, what did I do??

I got out of the bed, looking for my stuff— to no avail. I began walking around the cave, finding things that I thought I’d ‘lost’.

“You’re up?” Dicks voice said from behind me.

I almost jumped out of my own skin. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” I scolded, but he just smiled at me, unaffected. “Look, whatever happened last night…” I began looking around, not quite sure exactly what had happened. He tilted his head as he waited for me to finish my sentence. “It was a- uh- mistake,” I explained.

“and what did we do that was a mistake, y/n?” He asked, my name rolling off his tongue with such ease. “Because all I remember doing was getting you somewhere safe while you were shitfaced.” He chuckled.

I eyes landed on my birth control— the pack I couldn’t find, but the label clearly had my name on it. How did he get it? When I looked back at him, his whole demeanor changed. “You weren’t really supposed to wake up yet.” He said.

I’m in deep shit now. “I can just—go?”

“You can’t leave in pajamas, silly!”

“I’ll change into my clothes from last night,” I said.

“Oh, there dirty! You can’t wear dirty clothes,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’ll just was them when I get home.”

He started at me with those unnervingly intense eyes.

Oh… oh, he’s not going to let me leave.

I ran, sprinting as fast as I could, trying to find a way out. He stood there, perfectly silent, perfectly still. I looked everywhere, desperately trying to find a way out.

Hours later, when I finally gave up, he grinned that same grin from last night.

“Now that you’re done with your little fit, let’s get you something to eat,” he said.

I sat on the floor in disbelief. “How?” I asked.

“You drank too much,” he said.

“I only had one cup! Oh my god! Did you drug me?”

“No?”

“Then how!”

“Y/N,” he said plainly.

I could feel my body stop at his command.

“Don’t you write about the fae, Miss Story?” He asked.

It all clicked.

“Don’t eat me!” I shouted at him.

He threw his head back and cackled. “Oh, y/n… I’d never hurt you,” he said. “I just want someone to understand me, and it seems like you have a keen interest in creatures on the night which made me keenly interested in you. We’re perfect for each other.”

I should not have drank that punch.

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jpnriikicore · 7 months ago

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── spider-boy man*

paring visualarts!college!spider-man!ni-ki x journalist!intern!reader, word count 695, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

nishimura riki, you’ve seen him around campus before. even attending a few classes together. the only interaction you’ve had before was him wanting to borrow a pencil that you never got back and when he asked to copy your notes. he normally was alone with a quiet demeanor. not wanting to draw much attention to himself. you have observed that he wore headphones on a daily and had a knack for drawing the most exquisite alluring drawings during class instead of paying attention to the professor. he was incredibly talent in that department. visual arts major was the right choice for him. you knew one day the art would be hung in museums and sold for thousands of dollars - even millions. one day he’s art would have glass around the painting to protect and preserve the beauty.

you’re currently stuck in a predicament. you would typically go up the stairs, but it was blocked off as constructors were redoing the stairs to become more stable as the original ones were placed were just temporary. you didn’t dislike elevators, you hated them. you have a rational fear of them.

as it was the only option to speak to your peers about your latest journalism piece that was published on spider-man. you pushed the button for the elevator. your mary jane’s nervously clicking on the marble floor as you bounced your leg up and down. your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip out of nervousness. attempting to prepare yourself for your peer's constructive criticism. you became an intern after you got good word from a close friend, yang jungwon. once the doors opened you stepped in hitting the button to lift you to the sixth floor.

a fateful afternoon, as riki swung through the cityscape of seoul, you find yourself in a perilous situation, trapped high above the city streets in a malfunctioning elevator that was bound to fall with the cord thinner every second.

racing to the scene, he found that it was you that is the one in danger. tears willed in your eyes and panic is written all over your features. you’ve made yourself as small as possible and shoved over in a corner of the elevator. he never wanted to see you in that kind of situation ever again. after overhearing a conversation with your friend, mei, he knew you didn’t do good with elevators always purposely avoiding them as much as you possibly can afraid to be in the position you are currently in. without hesitation, riki swung into action, and his familiar red and blue suit through the glass doors have you a sense of hope. with his quick thinking and web-slinging skills, his spider-sense guiding his every move as he forces the doors in opposite directions with his strength getting an opening enough to slide in the elevator shaft. he shot out a web forcing you to stumble closer to him with a yelp. his arm wraps around your waist for stability as free falls with you clinging onto him. he smiles underneath his mask with butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the mere fact he had the girl he’s been pinning over so close to him.

after gently setting you down on solid ground, he checks to make sure you're okay, his voice filled with concern. his fingertips lifting your arm to ensure that you didn’t get injured. his hand rests on your shoulder as he ducks his head down to have his eyes meeting yours through the lenses of his mask.

"are you alright?" he asks, his heroism leaving you in awe. you nodded your head in response still shaken up about the whole ordeal.

his hands work on lifting his mask a little above his nose. the mole on his chin is strikingly similar. riki introduced himself with a reassuring boxy smile. grateful for his bravery, you thanked him and bowed at a fifteen degree profusely.

you’ve had your suspicions that nishimura riki was spider-man with all of the occasional disappearances and peculiar excuses of why he was late to classes. now you’re the only one protecting his secret identity and double life.

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pinkslipxox · 3 months ago

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Oh my god hear me out!! So how about a fluff to smut? Reader is Mexican and has curly hair, and Miko overhears her friends talk badly about your hair at a gathering or some sort of party, reader hears and Miko being the best girlfriend ever stands up for you. And when you two get home, it ends in yummy strap-on sex!!

(IM IN LOVE W YOUR MIKO FICS)

Hola, mami!!! Youre so sweet xx Yesss omg hope you like it 😘😘❤️

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Miko loves everything about you. Especially your hair. She loves how bouncy the look, the way they feel as she rubs your head as you fall asleep on her chest, and how it always smells of your coconut and shea butter shampoo and conditioner. Your family described your hair as ‘pelo chino’ in their Mexican Spanish, something that always gave Miko a chuckle whenever she heard you say it.

In her eyes, there is no one in the world as beautiful as you.

Tonight you and Miko are over at Mauro’s house where he is hosting a get together with lots of friends and acquaintances that Miko knew. She brought you along, of course, wanting to share the evening with you and introduce you to everyone. While you are sitting with Mari, Miko is sat around with a small group of friends, listening in on a story before she gets up to grab a beer.

And that’s when she hears it. Your name being whispered amongst the group, followed by quiet laughter and jeers. Miko freezes.

“I bet Miko wishes she had straight hair— there’s no way in hell I’d be seen with someone who looks like they’ve just woken up,” one of them sneers, scrunching up their face in disgust as the other friends snicker.

“Dios mío, parece que tiene un nido de ratas en la cabeza,” another chimes in, their eyes looking up at you up and down with disdain. The snickers turn into laughs, careless and taunting.

Miko’s blood boils.

In the midst of her anger, Miko’s heart aches for you. You, blatantly unaware of what was being said about you, continue to giggle and talk with Mari across the room. You barely even know the people who were talking about you behind your back, and they barely even know you, either. How dare they?

Miko doesn’t even think twice and storms over to them. Her chest rises up and down with anger. And her fists are to her side, clenched.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Miko growls at her friends, and the group’s faces grow pale as they all snap their heads up to see Miko, unaware that their comments have been heard. The first friend opens her mouth to say something but the other one beats her to it.

Unbeknownst to Miko, your attention draws to the confrontation.

“Tranquila, Miko, no estaba hablando en serio,” she protests with an awkward chuckle and Miko clenches her jaw.

“Esa es mi novia de la que estabas bromeando,” Miko snaps, her tone sharp. “Ni siquiera la conoces y bromeas sobre su cabello. If you can’t respect her, then we can’t be fucking friends.”

At that moment, Miko feels a hand touch her shoulder. She instinctively knows that it’s you, and she prays that you didn’t hear anything that was being said. Yet when looks at you and sees your tear-filled eyes, her fears are confirmed.

You had heard everything.

“Que se vayan a la mierda todos ustedes,” Miko snarls, shooting one last menacing glare at her two now ex-friends before turning to you, her expression softening instantly as she takes your hand in hers. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go.”

Without another word, Miko leads you out of the room and out the door. She helps you get in the car before hurrying to the driver’s seat.

“Estás bien, mi vida?” Miko asks softly, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, and despite you nodding, Miko knows better.

The car ride home is silent. Miko glances every now and then at your direction, her heart aching at the sight of your sad expression, and she is racking her brains for a way to make you feel better. She helps you get out of the car once you two arrive home, her arm wrapped around you, tightly, protectively, and the moment you two sit down on the couch, you break down.

“Ay, Y/N.” Miko pulls you to her lap, gently guiding your head to her chest. “No te pongas así, eres demasiada linda para llorar.”

Each sob that comes out from you only makes Miko’s heart twist. She gently rocks your body from side to side, peppering you in kisses, whispering sweet nothings as your sobs turn from cries to soft whimpers and hiccups. You’ve calmed down now, but Miko can tell that you’re still upset.

“Is it true what they said, Miko? My hair looks like a rat’s nest?” you murmur softly, and ever so gently, Miko lifts your chin up.

“Claro que no, Y/N. Your hair is absolutely beautiful. They have no idea what they’re talking about.” Miko pecks your lips, softly, gently. “Eres hermosa, mi amor, no creas nada de lo que dicen, por favor.”

“Thank you, Miko,” you sigh after a beat of silence, nuzzling into her touch. “Can we cuddle, please?”

Miko coos. “Yes, of course, my love. Quieres hacerlo aquí o en nuestro cuarto?”

“Nuestro cuarto,” you reply, sniffling, and with that, Miko lifts you off the couch with ease and carries you to the bedroom.

Miko carefully places you down, her eyes silently asking you for permission, and with a nod, she begins to take off your clothes. It’s your favorite way to cuddle, skin to skin, limbs tangled together, and Miko is more than willing to join you if it meant your happiness and comfort. Once Miko strips out of her clothing, she leads you the bed by the hand. Under the covers, she wraps her arms around you, and kisses the top of your head.

“Gracias, baby,” you hum, cuddling closer to your girlfriend.

Miko smiles softly. “No hay que agradecerme, mi amor. Estoy aquí para ti. Always.”

You lift your head up and kiss her cheek. Miko then gently cups your cheek, stroking your skin with her thumb as she looks into your eyes for a moment, and then connects her lips with yours. The kiss is gentle and soft, and Miko feels you melt into her, your hand lightly grilling the back of her neck, the sound of your soft moans making Miko’s heart flutter. Miko then pulls away slightly.

“Is this okay?” Miko murmurs softly, searching your eyes, and she doesn’t hesitant to reconnect her lips as soon as you nod your head.

The kiss becomes more passionate with a hint of urgency in it, your soft moans and gasps giving Miko all the confidence she needs to move forward. Her travels down to the valley of your breasts, gently sucking on the soft flesh, before going further down to your stomach and just below your belly button. She then kisses your lips again, her tongue massaging with yours as one hand kneads your one of your breasts, just how she knows you like it.

“Strap, please,” you whimper and Miko nods.

“Of course,” Miko obliges. She quickly puts it on and aligns herself with your entrance, your leg hooked around her waist. “Lista, mami?”

At your consent, Miko thrusts inside you, earning a moan from you as you throw your head back in pleasure. Miko can’t help but marvel how gorgeous you look underneath her, your eyelids closed, your lips formed into perfect O-shape as your moans echo the bedroom, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. It just makes her just question how someone could ever say anything bad about your appearance. And Miko vows that no one ever will.

Not on her watch.

“Miko… Miko…” you whimper and she knows that you’re close.

“Cum for me, hermosa,” Miko encourages, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

You arch your back, calling Miko’s name as your orgasm takes over you, your legs shaking and breathing ragged. She’s never seen you look so beautiful. And so hers.

“I love you, María Victoria,” you murmur as Miko leans her forehead against yours.

“Not as much as I love you. Mi nenita linda,” Miko coos, her fingers brushing your damp curls from your face. “Ahora y para siempre.”

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eyeheartboobiez · 1 year ago

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-> 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 (𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 ) 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

-> 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇🫶🏿

Gotham royalty, Dick Grayson, caught with actress Y/N Y/LN behind the scenes of upcoming movie (3/5/2023 1:52 PM)

For months now, fans have been questioning the mysterious relationship between Dick Grayson and Hollywood’s favorite star, Y/N Y/LN. While this may come as a surprise to some, for most of us, it was kind of expected.

Just this morning, the two were seen outside of the actress's trailer on the set of her upcoming movie. The young actress, most notable for her acclaimed EGOT status, is using the feature film to officially bring and end to her acting hiatus.

For a little over three years now, Y/N has practically shut herself out from the public eye, wanting to take care of personal matters in her life. Insiders report that regardless of her "mysterious health condition", she's back and better than ever!

And of course, despite most of the filming taking place in the heart of New York, the gothamite had no trouble traveling to to visit her on set. Paparazzi spotted the apparent couple looking closer than usual just as Dick was seen leaving her trailer.

Throughout the years, both celebrities have been stuck in the classic "will they, won't they" situationship. We can easily take a quick look at the history of the two when they were introduced to each other through their mutual friend, Kori Anders.

Kori, who also happens to be co-starring in the same film as Y/LN, has noted in the past how much she would love for both friends to get together, saying that:

"I know most people usually don't want their besties to date each other, but I actually wouldn't mind. Dick is a good guy, and he's the kind of guy that Y/N could really use right now..."

On the other hand, Y/N has made it clear in the past that she's not looking for a relationship, wanting to focus on her son, Jonathan, instead. After getting pregnant by her ex (who ended up cheating on her, ouch!), the actress tried to keep her life as private as possible.

Dick, on the other hand, absolutely adores Y/N and her son! Over the course of their decade long friendship, the billionaire has proven to be a prominent figure in the child's life. Even this past March, the eldest Wayne flew both the mother and her little five year old out of the country to vacation with him in Italy.

Even though the celebs constantly try to deny any dating rumors, the proof is in the pudding now! No matter how much they try to defend their so called "friendship", we can't help but love the way they love.

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@bigdickgrayson: Welp I guess the secret's out. These past few years have been some of the best years of my life all thanks to the little family I get to call my own. After getting married, I get to call myself a dad to not only my son Johnny, but to my beautiful baby girl Mari as well. Of course, while Johnathan may not be mine by blood, I still love him and his sister as my own. After practically raising him alongside my beautiful wife, there's nothing else I would see him as. These people here are the light of my life and I am forever greatful for it. Love you Y/NN❤️

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user1: THERE'S TWO???

⤷ user2: no actually since when was there a second one🧍‍♀️

user3: ahh the babies are too cute!!

user4: he's not a step father he's the father that stepped UP

@y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ @bigdickgayson: 💙

⤷ user5: CRWING SCREAMING SOBBING

⤷ user6: when is it my turn bro PLEASE

user7: congra😭tula😭tions😭😭

user8: my royal family fr🫶

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@y/nofficial: my lil yeah <3

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user1: fym "lil yeah" girl yall are MARRIED

user2: WAR IS OVERRR

user3: im so happy for you mamas <3

user4: i like how dick wrote a whole essay while miss girl is out here giving us scraps😭

⤷ user5: bro she will NAWT hesitate to deactivate her entire account go get a straw and suck it up abeg

user6: still can't wrap my head around the fact that she hid a whole ass baby right under our noses💀

@bigdickgrayson: 💙

⤷ @y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ user7: somebody catchme.... imma pass out..

user8: the true people's princess🥹

notice how i used e news for dick and tmz for jason because it matches their color scheme👀 also ty abby for giving me the idea to give them two kids instead of one ily foreva and eva

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kelpietheshifter · 2 months ago

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Introducing My Zombie Apocalypse Life

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Abt me ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Marigold was born in Maine, raised in Tennessee, and the only child of her mom, Marigold Abernathy—the first. Her mom’s gone now, and four months ago, the world went to hell. Since then, Marigold’s been out here adopting stray wild animals and planting all kinds of weird plants she comes across. She’s not some ruthless zombie-slayer, but she knows how to fight, and honestly? You’d be lucky to have her on your team. " - "Z"

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: Marigold "Mari" Abernathy

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 17 years old <33

˚୨୧⋆𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: American

Relationships ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Harpy the Hare, Harper Beth Abernathy "Harper is Marigold’s best friend—or maybe her daughter? It’s hard to say with Goldie. They don’t look anything alike, and there’s only a 15-year age gap, but in the apocalypse, who’s keeping track? Harper’s this energetic little kid who can’t sit still for more than a minute. Her constant hyperness sometimes lands her in trouble with the dead, but Marigold always shows up just in time to save her. I’ve never seen Goldie as protective of anyone as she is with Harper. It’s kind of scary, but also weirdly sweet. From what I’ve heard, Harper lost her parents right at the start—her mom first, then her dad—but she seems pretty okay with just having Goldie around. For now, at least." - "Z"

I'm sorry please don't go, E, Elise Rabery

"Elise is a total hothead. She showed up in year two, and for some reason, Goldie refused to let her go. Elise is 14, so there’s only a four-year age gap between them, but Goldie acts like she’s either her mom or some kind of wannabe cool older sister. Elise spent the first year and a bit surviving on her own until she found us—or them, I guess. Whenever I see her, she’s either arguing with Goldie or getting smothered by one of her overly affectionate hugs. When she joined, she declared herself the hunter and fighter of the group, and since Goldie hates blood and Harper can’t count to ten, no one argued. We don’t know much about where she came from, but judging by the nightmares she has, it’s safe to say she’s been through hell." - "Z"

"Z the Shadow Kid", "Z"

"Then there’s me, Z. I’ve been in love with Marigold for exactly two months, four days, and eleven hours—not that it’s a big deal or anything. I almost died at the start of the apocalypse. Not from one of the dead, or starvation, or sickness. Nope, I almost died of thirst. How pathetic is that? But Marigold saved me. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was lying in a bed in this massive farmhouse. She was standing there—dark brown skin, big doe eyes, and this wild paprika-colored hair. She had a baby on her hip, with hair just as fiery. The first thing she said to me was, “You okay there, baby?” Her voice was warm and sharp, cutting right through the haze in my head. In that moment, my past didn’t matter. Whatever I was running from didn’t matter. Nothing did—except her." - "Z"

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starwarsmum · 4 months ago

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And we're going into the final ten days of Maribat BioFamily September! The prompt from @maribat-calendar-events today is Meet My Partner

Marinette was excited for the gala. It was her official introduction to Gotham society and she was ready to mingle. Telling the rest of the Wayne family about dating Damian had gone better than she could have expected, and she was optimistic about the gala.

As soon as she was dressed, she skipped her way along the hall to Damian's room. She knocked lightly and he opened the door almost instantly. She gave him a once over, marveling at how well the suit fit him. She forced herself to be critical for a moment, checking the fit against his shoulders and around his waist.

Damian smirked down at her as she ran a hand firmly along his back and she faltered slightly. She smoothed her hands down his lapels before pulling him down into a kiss. They pulled apart after a few minutes and Marinette felt like she was walking on air as she pulled him along the corridor to meet with the others.

Now that they were officially a couple as far as the others were concerned, she took a lot of pleasure in simply holding his hand, or cuddling with him while watching a movie. The others had accepted it with a lot of grace and now it was time to introduce Damian to the only person who hadn't given his stamp of approval - Adrien.

She had invited him to the gala and he had responded with an enthusiastic yes. She had hardly seen him since defeating Hawkmoth, other than at the trial and she missed him. They had been best friends for so long, and now that she didn't even have the semblance of a crush on him, their camaraderie was easy.

“Alright lovebirds,” Jason said when they finally joined the rest. She rolled her eyes at him but didn't move away from Damian. “Are you ready for tonight? Because it's one thing to find out Tim has a little sister but the minute they sniff out your relationship it'll be a free for all.”

“Surprisingly yes, I'm ready for it,” Marinette said, smiling up at him. “I'm actually just really happy to be going public with it, especially since all of you are cool with it. And it'll be nice to actually wear some of the formal wear I make.”

“With how much Jagged Stone raves about you, I'm surprised he hasn't dragged you to a party like this before now,” Tim mused, pulling at his hair.

“Oh, he tried but he's not exactly discreet? I reckon my identity as MDC would have lasted three minutes total before he blew it. Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm here for this gala, and we're going to be late if we don't get moving soon.”

“Aw, it's fine Mari,” Dick grinned, pretending that he was going to muss her hair. She slapped his hand down and glared at him with enough ferocity that he held his hands up in surrender. “The party can't kick off properly until we get there, and there's a reason people say ‘fashionably late’.”

After several more minutes they made their way to the cars waiting for them. Marinette was bundled into a car with Damian, Tim, Cass and Dick while everyone else piled into the other.

When it came time to exit the cars at the other end, Marinette felt all of her nerves crash into her at once. She was going to tell the whole world that she was a Drake. And because Tim was adopted by the Waynes, it was going to be huge news.

Stepping out into a crowd of reporters and flashing lights made her flinch, but Damian had a hand on the small of her back and she let the warmth of it strengthen her. He smiled at her encouragingly, a small secret thing and she felt her heart lift. She managed to smile weakly at the crowds, waving a hand to wave before Tim offered her his elbow.

The following hour or so was a blur of meeting people, introducing herself and smiling. She was exhausted by the time she was asked to give a short speech about who she was. And by the time that was over, she was ready to call it a night.

But the doors opened again and a familiar blond boy stepped into the room. Marinette squealed and rushed over to greet Adrien with Damian trailing slowly after her. They had been inseparable all evening and he didn't seem willing to let her out of his sight.

“Adrien, I'm so happy to see you!” Marinette cried out as she flung her arms around his middle and squeezed. She only relented when he gave a mock-gasp and gave him a stern look. “Har har, very funny. How are you? How's everything been at home over the summer? Are Amelie and Felix still settling in well? And, mon dieu, who on earth put you in that suit.”

“I'm fine, everything's going well - the gang misses you but they know you're getting to know your brother and his family - Amelie and Felix are the same as ever and I put me in the suit. Given everything my dad put me through, I should be allowed to dress badly if I want.”

“But I'm your best friend! You wouldn't be dressing well for him, you'd be dressing well for me!” Marinette pouted, looking distastefully at the suit Adrien was wearing. “I can't believe you would do this at my own gala.”

“I do not understand,” Damian said, frowning. “He is dressed appropriately; his suit is black, he is wearing a shirt and tie and his shoes are not heinous. Why are you upset with him?”

“Dami, please, I love you, but don't,” Marinette said sternly, continuing to glare at Adrien. The glare got even fiercer when Adrien raised an eyebrow at her. “No, you knew I would hate the suit when you put it on. If you wanted to do a massive middle finger to your dad, why didn't you ask me to design a suit for you?”

“I didn't want to take time away from your new family! But since we're on the subject of clothes, why aren't you matched with your actual brother if you're going to match with Damian here? It gives the wrong message and you should know that.”

“It gives precisely the right message,” Marinette snarked back, slipping her arm into the crook of Damian's elbow. “God, what is it with people thinking I don't know what colour matching means? I live and breathe fashion. If I want to match with my boyfriend, I damn well will.”

“Whoa, hold up, seriously?” Adrien looked stunned, but not unhappy. His eyes moved back and forth between the pair for several seconds before a grin split his face. “Maribug, did you seriously snag your brand new brother's youngest adopted brother as your new beau? Not only that, but the most notoriously difficult to impress teen in Gotham?”

“Oh please, Damian's a sweetheart,” Marinette scoffed. She laughed at Adrien's disbelieving look, snuggling in closer to Damian. “Honestly, you can't believe everything you read in the news, Adrien.”

“Oh yeah? What about the fact that he threatened to stab Chloé when we were thirteen because she dared to greet him with une bise?” Adrien rebutted, face completely deadpan. Marinette blinked at both boys before he continued, “Pretty sure he called her a harlot, too.”

“I mean…” Marinette trailed off, suddenly inspecting her shoes. Adrien let out an exasperated groan and she got defensive. “Oh come on, she was an absolute brat, you know she was horrible to me all the way through collége. I can't fault Damian for being a good judge of character.”

“Mari, that's not being a good judge of character! Ugh, fine, whatever. But as your best friend, I invoke the right to speak with him privately,” he said, motioning his head for Damian to follow him. When nobody moved, he gave another exasperated sigh and looked pointedly at Marinette. “Bugaboo, come on, you know I'm right. Tell him to leave you alone for five minutes so we can talk.”

Sighing and letting go of his arm, Marinette encouraged Damian to follow Adrien to the drinks bar. She smiled at them as they walked away before allowing Adrien to have the privacy he wanted and glancing around the room.

She knew there were more people she had to greet, but she didn't move from her spot. If they wanted to meet her then they were going to have to make their way over to her themselves. Apparently this approach was the right one because a boy around her age broke away from the group he was with and made his way over to her.

“It's so nice to finally meet you!” The tall dark haired boy said, making Marinette squint up at him. He didn't look like the rest of the stuffed-shirt, pompous brats who had approached her so far, looking to rub elbows with her to get in with the Waynes, but she wasn't sure. “I'm Jon, Damian's friend.”

“Jon? Oh! Jonathan Kent, right? I've heard so much about you,” she said warmly, thinking about all the anecdotes that Damian had told her about his best friend. They were often told in a deadpan tone, but Marinette could tell he cared about the other boy. So she was determined to make a good impression on him, so that he wouldn't think she was no good for Damian. “I didn't know you were coming tonight, or I'd have introduced myself sooner.”

“It's no big, I don't think I mentioned to Dames that I was coming, and he never brought it up either. He's been very tight-lipped about Tim's little sister coming to stay with him,” Jon said, giving her a one hundred watt smile. “But because he didn't mention the gala, I wanted to come over when he broke off and introduce myself without him here.”

“Yeah, he's been really sweet, sticking by my side this evening. He knows big crowds make me a little anxious and he's doing his best to keep me calm,” Marinette admitted. “But I'm glad you came over to say hello! Dami said that you've been friends since he was, like, ten?”

“Yeah! Wow, so he actually talks about me?” Jon looked a little starry-eyed and it made Marinette giggle softly. “Sorry, sorry, it's just that he doesn't often admit that we're friends so this feels pretty huge.”

“Tt, I continue to deny any friendship on my part, Kent, particularly when you wait until my back is turned and you decide to insert yourself into my personal business. I was unaware that you were planning to attend this gala.”

Damian and Adrien had returned and Marinette turned and smiled at them both before turning back to Jon. Damian made a point of placing himself between the pair, glaring at his friend mutinously.

“Yeah, well, you've been kind of busy this summer,” Jon said drily. “But dad's here reporting, you really thought I'd miss it? Plus, it beats working on ma and pa Kent's farm for the next couple of days.”

“You're an honest-to-god country boy?” Adrien asked, his face lighting up with enthusiasm. Jon nodded and Adrien grabbed his hand to shake it. “Oh thank god! Not that I haven't enjoyed getting back in touch with everyone I've met in Gotham before but…honestly, it's always tired me out. I'm Adrien, Adrien Agreste.”

“Nice to meet you, Adrien, I'm Jon,” Jon said cheerfully, before his eyes slid back to Marinette. “And I totally get it, galas are filled with some of the absolute worst of Gotham's upper crust. I'm only here because Damian's my best friend and our dads get on.”

“Wow, so you have a friend?” Adrien said, a snarky grin directed at Damian. Jon tensed but Damian merely glared daggers at the blond boy, instead of pulling one of the ones Jon knew had to be hidden on his person somewhere. “At least I won't be third-wheeling all evening then.”

“Third…” Jon's eyes widened and his head whipped around to stare at Damian. “No way. You're telling me that the reason you didn't introduce me to Tim's new sister is because you've been too busy dating her?”

Damian sighed and gave Jon a pointed look. “I knew you would be insufferable the moment you discovered the nature of our relationship. It cannot truly be that shocking that I chose to keep it from you. Besides which, we have only just informed my family of it.”

“Yeah, but I'm your best friend!” Jon said indignantly, pouting. Damian kept a completely straight and unamused face. Eventually Jon made a dramatic sigh and stared off into the distance. “Besides, she's great! It would've been nice to get to know her sooner.”

“Tt, obviously she is wonderful, but I was not prepared to share her attention with you until now.” The tone of his reply was much milder than Jon would have expected, and he hoped that this girl stuck around for Damian because she was clearly a good influence.

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YOUR GIRL | Part 3. Patrick Zweig x Female!Reader

Pairing: Patrick Zweig x female!reader, Tashi Duncan x female!reader (platonic)

Summary: After your parents announce their divorce, you're sent to New York to pursue your passion for the arts at NYU. Your cousin, the infamous tennis player Tashi Duncan, introduces you to her insufferable colleagues at a house party in the upper east side. Already a sore thumb from rural Canada, Patrick can't help but find interest in an untouched territory.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, profanities, mentions of alcohol use.

MINORS DNI

Notes: The timeline is inaccurate in comparison to the film, this is an AU. All characters introduced are barely in their early 20s, unless stated otherwise. No use of y/n.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.

CHAPTER THREE: “Master of None”

"Jack of all trades, master of none. Cry all the time, because I'm not having fun."

As days blended into weeks, you found yourself walking through Manhattan on a chilly October afternoon. The trees have begun to shed their green hue, replaced for the autumn shades of red and orange. You no longer could wear your H&M shorts without tights, and it was a given to consistently wear your grandfather’s leather jacket. You couldn’t have been more than happy. It was now your favorite time of the year.

“What do you mean you haven’t figured out your costume yet?” You ask your friend, Chloe. She was in the same program as you, same year. The two of you didn’t hit it off until you complimented her cross ring, unveiling a wonderful friendship. She knew everything about you, including your family and the drama you’ve encountered since moving to New York.

“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Chloe reassures, sipping her hot chocolate.

“You realize Halloween is in a week? There’s already flyers for parties this weekend, so technically you have two days.” You remind her, opening the front entrance to your school’s library.

She shrugs. “Still don’t care. I’ll be a black cat or something.”

You groan at the low effort idea. “Why don’t you do a duo costume with me?” You suggest, walking through a group of students to make it to the stairs.

“Then we both have to figure out a costume right away. Aren’t you doing Marie Antoinette though?” Chloe asks, looking over her shoulder at you as you reach the silent study area. A random student shushes the two of you, Chloe rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, but you can be King Louis or something.” You whisper, grinning.

Chloe raises her eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Right, cause that will surely get the message across.” She says, putting her backpack down as she retrieves her laptop from within the sack.

“Or you can be like, my lady in waiting. Just dress like me but in different colors?” You suggest again, sitting across from her.

“I do not feel like buying all those accessories just to not use them again, sorry.” Chloe admits, beginning to type on her laptop. “Don’t worry I’ll figure it out, seriously. I’ll be Mclovin from Superbad or something.” She says, grinning.

“You know, that would be quite fun.” You whisper, smiling back at her as you unlock your MacBook. “Very lesbian costume choice though.”

Chloe scoffs, kicking your leg lightly.

“Ow!” You exclaim, rubbing your shin as the same student shushes you once again but with more verbatim. You glare at the young man wearing the ugliest glasses you’ve ever seen.

“I’ll probably still pull a beautiful woman, just you wait.” She says, wagging her finger at you.

“God I hope so. I think our classmates assume we’re together, so it’s better if you do.” You both laugh silently.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you away from your attention on Chloe.

pat_zweig: any halloween plans yet?

You: nooo, i think tashi was gonna bring me to a house party but she’s sick. no party rock for her :(

You and Patrick have become more friends than foes over the past month. You kept ignoring his advances, and he eventually stopped making moves all together. He’ll throw out a comment every now and then, but nothing worth getting worked up over. You actually liked being his friend. You found it was easier to deal with him that way, or at least the physical attraction you still had towards him. It was better to make him untouchable all together in your eyes.

pat_zweig: i was hoping you’d say that

pat_zweig: not the tashi being sick part, sorry for her loss ouch. but there’s a halloween party happening at some rich kid's loft in manhattan. you interested?

You: can i bring my friend chloe?

pat_zweig: the lesbo? yeah sure she’s cool

You raise your eyebrow, chuckling at Patrick’s texts.

“I think I just found our party spot this weekend.” You say confidently, putting your phone down.

“Oh? Which mediocre man of the week invited you?” She asks, typing away.

“Ha ha.” You say flatly. “It’s Patrick, and he’s just my friend now thank god.” You explain, opening your study guide from the documents folder on your laptop.

Chloe looks up from her screen and furrows her brows. “I still cannot believe you managed to turn that around and become friends. I would’ve just pretended he didn’t exist.” She says into her palm, her elbow resting on the table.

"Can you guys go somewhere else?" Four eyes snaps quietly, annoyed by the volume of your conversation.

Chloe turns and faces the antagonist of the day. “How about you fucking go somewhere else Napoleon Dynamite?” She says passive aggressively.

The man huffs and gathers his belongings, giving you both a glare before walking off.

“To be fair Chloe, we are in the study area.” You say quietly, pointing to the sign by the stairs.

“There’s like literally no one else in here.” She states, gesturing to the vacant space. “I will never understand why our professors set our exams for the end of month instead of earlier like the rest of the NYU population.” She retorts, returning to the assignment on her laptop.

“Because we’re basically in communications. I don’t even know why we have mid term exams.” You say begrudgingly, going through your flash cards.

“Hey, can you quiz me with those?” Chloe asks, pointing to the deck of cards in your hands.

“Yes ma’am.”

It was Saturday, October 26th. Your Bluetooth speaker blasted out a curated playlist for the pregame of the evening from your desk, Chloe watching you assemble your costume while swigging back a mickey of vodka.

“What do you think?” You ask, putting your hands on your corset.

“You look hot, good job.” She says, raising her bottle of sourpuss.

Chloe did in fact dress up as Mclovin, which was as expected.

Your hair was also a pain in the ass to do. After about 20 bobby pins and an enough hairspray to probably put another hole in the ozone, it was satisfactory.

“When’s Patrick showing up?” Chloe asks, sitting up straight and readjusting her glasses.

“What time is it?” You ask, looking over at Chloe in your vanity mirror as you packed on white face makeup.

“It’s uh,” She looks at her phone. “Nine on the dot.”

“He should be here, actually–“ Your bedroom door opens, revealing the exact man you were speaking of. He seemed to be dressed business casual, a pair of glasses upon his face that suited him very well. He looked good, but you would never tell him that.

“A–ha! Speak of the devil and he shall come.” Chloe exclaims, clapping her hands together.

“Nice seeing you too, Chloe.” Patrick feigns a smile, squinting at her. “What are you dressed as? Closeted?” He asks, stepping into the room.

“Why? You wanna know if I made up my mind so we can bone?” She asks sarcastically, scoffing.

“My life hasn’t hit rock bottom yet for me to wish that upon myself.” He argues. Chloe purses her lips and glares at him.

Art shows up behind Patrick, looking over at you. “Hi, I hope you don’t mind I’m here too.” He says.

“That’s fine, hello you guys.” You laugh, looking back in the mirror.

“Nice costume. It turned out well.” Patrick says to you, clearly checking you out.

Chloe rolls her eyes at him. “What even is your costume? You look like a pathetic nine to five.” She says, referring to his attire.

Patrick unbuttons his shirt, revealing the superman logo underneath on a t-shirt. “I’m Clark Kent.” He says as if it was already obvious, rebuttoning his shirt.

“And I’m a cowboy.” Art states, tilting his hat at Chloe.

“Awe, that’s cute actually.” She says, smiling at Art.

“Thank you!” He chirps, grinning widely.

“Why do you hate me.” Patrick says flatly to Chloe, who simply shrugs in response.

“I just don’t like you that much. Someone has to keep you humble."

“Why though? We both love women, we can at least agree on that.” Patrick points out, throwing his hands up before letting them fall to his sides.

“Okay you guys, start drinking we have to leave soon.” You interrupt, pointing at the boys with your eyeliner pen.

“Finally.” Art sighs, sitting down in your desk chair. “Nice playlist by the way.” He says, setting down a pack of coolers on your desk.

“Thank you! I’m glad someone recognizes taste.” You say, finishing up your makeup as Patrick puts a can down in front of you.

“For you, your royal highness.” He says, tapping your unopened drink with his own.

“Mm thank you squire.” You open the can, chugging the carbonated drink fast enough to cause a small burp to erupt from your stomach. “Sorry, I’m catching up.” You excuse yourself.

Patrick and Art laugh.

“Real classy, admirable.” Chloe says, swigging her mickey again.

“So is that bottle of yours.” Patrick comments, raising a brow. “Did your mom teach you to drink like a washed up loser?”

“No, your mom did actually. She’s a real dime.” Chloe smiles, putting the lid back on her bottle.

They begin mocking each other, causing you to stand up. “If you guys keep fighting we’re not going anywhere. Knock it off.” You say sternly, finishing your drink.

“It’s hot when you command a room like that.” Patrick says, smirking at you.

“See?!” Chloe gestures towards him in disbelief.

You look at Art for support, who simply shakes his head with a sympathetic smile.

“I am not babysitting you guys tonight.” You state, sitting back down.

The taxi ride to the location was the same as the pregame. The two were bickering in the backseat as you sat in the middle, Art up front with the taxi driver.

“…And that’s why I think you’ll die before the rest of us.” Chloe says, leaning forward to look at Patrick.

“I hope it’s soon if that means I don’t have to hear you speak anymore.” He mutters, only you hearing his words. You stifle a laugh.

“We’re here!” Art exclaims, paying the driver as you all begin to exit the vehicle.

"It's very... brick." You simply say, staring at the tall building. Considering the location, you knew it had to look better on the inside.

"So is ninety percent of New York." Chloe states, readjusting the ID tag on her shirt.

You notice other people standing outside the building, smoking cigarettes and joints. There was a mix of extravagant costumes and low effort ones, nothing more expected.

Your group walk up the stairs to the landing, a security guard opening the door. "Name?" He asks, glancing over the four of you.

"Patrick, Zweig." Patrick states, pushing up his fake glasses.

The security guard looks down the guest list, flipping it over to the next page. He looks up. "Come in." He gestures, stepping out of the way to allow entrance. "Third floor." He says nonchalantly, pressing the button to call down the elevator.

The four of you squeeze into the cart, your finger pressing round button with '3' written on it.

"I wonder how the neighbors feel about this." You question aloud.

"I bet you they’re at this party too." Patrick says, leading the group as you make your way out of the elevator. He approaches the only door on the floor, where music is blasting from behind. He opens it to reveal a very, very large duplex loft space.

The lighting is dim, the music pumping over a sea of costumes. It's the usual social scene, one that you were still getting accustomed to. There’s an air of freedom and possibility, but it also means that anything could happen.

"I need more alcohol if I'm gonna enjoy myself." You say to Chloe, who nods in agreement. The two of you part from Art and Patrick, finding yourselves in the kitchen where at least a dozen bottles of liquor were. "Is there any mixers?" You ask Chloe, looking around the perimeter.

"Shots?" She suggests, raising her hands. She was already holding a bottle of Jose Cuervo.

You give her a look of hesitation before nodding. These rich kids partied like they were gonna die tomorrow, might as well join them.

Chloe pours you shots, consistently until you're about four down in under two minutes. "Okay, that should be enough for now." She states, putting the bottle down.

You cough over the last one, wincing at the burning sensation. You look across the room, seeing Patrick flirt effortlessly with a woman dressed like a playboy bunny. You grimace at the sight.

"One more for extra measure." You say, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig straight from it. You felt your stomach churn, but kept it down.

"Slow down, don't get too fucked up right away." Chloe warns you, grabbing the bottle and putting it back down.

You laugh at her, gesturing to leave the kitchen together. The last thing you wanted to do is watch Patrick in action, a pit in your stomach gnawing at you. You are friends. You do not want him.

You notice people smoking inside, seeing lines of coke being snorted off an architectural digest magazine. You decide to pull out your own pack of smokes, sticking one in your mouth.

"May I?" Chloe asks, gesturing to your pack. You nod, allowing her to pull out one for herself.

You both smoke your Marlboro Reds as you join the mass of people dancing in the open space, finding the music to be rather well curated.

Chloe gasps when she sees someone, grabbing their arm. "Hey!"

The girl turns and smiles at Chloe, giving her a hug. "Oh my god! Why are you here?" She asks in a playful tone, inhaling her joint.

"I know, I'm surprised myself. He brought us here." Chloe points over to Patrick in the distance, who was now talking to Art.

"Patrick? You're friends with him?" The mystery girl asks, laughing.

"Fuuuck no, she is." Chloe refers to you. "This is Annika, by the way." She introduces her friend. Annika was dressed as a vampire, a very sexy one at that.

"Nice to meet you." She says, getting your name. "You're friends with him? How did that happen?" She asks curiously.

"By force. He kept trying to get with me and it eventually turned into us just being friends because I wouldn't let him sleep with me." You explain, inhaling your cigarette.

"I don't get it. He clearly still wants you." Chloe remarks, pointing towards him with her cigarette.

"Nah, I don't think so. He gave up on me." You try to say, shrugging. You look over at Patrick once more, making eye contact with him while Art speaks to him.

You look away, scoffing. "I wouldn't even dare to let that ever happen. I love myself too much." You joke, causing the two women to laugh with you.

"Oh joy, he's coming over." Chloe says, taking the joint passed over to her gladly.

Patrick looks you up and down. You expect him to make a comment, or maybe you hoped he would. Instead, he looks over at Annika.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Patrick." He says, sticking out his hand and giving her a playful smirk.

Annika chuckles. "Annika." She places her hand in his, Patrick lifting it up to place a kiss on the top of her hand. She raises a brow.

"You're very beautiful, Annika." He states, letting go of her hand.

"Barf!" Chloe exclaims, smacking his arm. "Leave my friends alone, ignore him Annika." She tells her vampire friend.

It felt like there was a little gremlin in your stomach, punching your gut repeatedly. You couldn't help but wonder if Patrick was doing this on purpose, flirting with others blatantly in front of you to be punished for the fact that you wouldn't let him overcome your stubborn ways.

"Do you listen to your friends? Or do you have your own right of mind?" He asks Annika, giving her a look.

"It's fine." She tells Chloe, looking back at him as he leads her away to the dancefloor.

If your brain had the ability to strangle your heart, then you're quite positive it did just that in this moment.

Chloe is taken aback. "That motherfucker! I swear to god!" She exasperates. "He's taking the piss out of both of us. I don't understand what his deal is." She harshly remarks, finishing off the joint Annika gave to her and tossing it in a nearby ashtray. You look over at the coffee table with lines of coke being done by a medusa and a knight in shining armor.

"Have you ever done coke before?" You abruptly ask. You had a premonition that you'll only feel worse if you keep drinking to ignore the fire in your abdomen, deciding to do something else about it.

Chloe's eyes widen. "Well yeah, who hasn't?" She reasons, looking at you closely. "Are you okay? Why are you asking?"

"I wanna do it." You say. You were drunk, sure. However, the idea of adding something to the mix to ignore the scenario at hand made you feel somewhat better, even if it wasn't the best idea.

"Well," Chloe digs into her pocket, pulling out a small baggie of white powder. "I do have some. But seriously, are you sure?" She asks once more.

"Yes. Just, give it to me." You urge, gesturing towards the bag with your hands.

The two of you head to a bathroom, surprisingly vacant. You suggested to do it out in the open like everyone else, but Chloe was insistent on keeping it private so no one else tried to ask for her stash. There was a frame signed above the toilet that said Please Don't Do Coke In The Bathroom, which you found very humorous.

Chloe got a bump onto her house key, snorting it. She rubbed her nose a few times before scooping another hit, handing it over to you. "Do what I just did." She instructs.

You grab the key and hold it to your left nostril, pressing the right one closed. You inhale deeply. The sensation of powder going up your nose feels diabolical at first, you too rubbing your nose and inhaling the rest. You felt it enter your system, exhaling through your mouth with a grin. "Jesus, that felt weird." You say looking at yourself in the mirror. The longer you stare, the faster it enters your system. You slowly start to smile widely, looking at Chloe in the reflection. "Ooh, I think I get it now."

"I'm glad you like it." Chloe grins, the both of you looking at each other in the mirror. "Hey," She places a hand on your shoulder, gathering your attention. "Just putting this out there, but don't let Patrick get to you. He's a waste of space, not worth your time."

"I know." You say, nodding.

Chloe sighs. "You like him, don't you?" She asks, dropping her hand.

You purse your lips. "No, I'm over it." You say, fixing your hair. "Let's fucking party." You say with a grin, giving yourself a final look over before exiting the bathroom.

The two of you head back into the party, the scene now feeling brand new to you with drugs in your system. Where's Your Head At by Basement Jaxx was playing, giving you the exact energy that you needed. The two of you start dancing with everyone else, finding yourself moving swiftly along to the beat. You see Patrick in the distance, making eye contact as you continue dance, moving your hands all over your torso.

He looks away, looking back at Annika. You grow frustrated as the two of them begin to make out. You look around for a free body, a man dressed as Westley from Princess Bride making eye contact with you. You move your way over to him, moving in sync with him. You quickly turn your head at Chloe, who has found a pretty woman to dance with.

The vibe was becoming a good one, turning back to face the Westley lookalike. You move your head side to side as he places his hands on your hips. Your hands land on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You glance back over at Patrick, who is watching your every move like you intended. He looks away once more when he realizes you're looking at him.

Annika scoffs at Patrick. "Seriously?" She says, dropping her hands.

"What?" Patrick asks, confused by her sudden change of mood.

"You keep looking at her. The fuck are you even doing man?" She says, dismissing him with her hand. She walks away from him, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You watch as Annika abandons Patrick, confused by her actions yourself. You try to keep your eyes on your new arm candy, turning to grind against him. You look again for Patrick, who has disappeared from your field of vision.

"Hey, can you get me a drink?" You ask your dance partner, deciding you were done with him. He nods eagerly before making his way towards to the kitchen. You move your way through the crowd, heading towards the the staircase. You decide to go upstairs, realizing most of the people on the upper floor were coupled up and very much paying no mind to the rest of the attendees. You look down from the railing, trying to find any of the members of your group. Chloe was still with the random woman from before, and Art was talking the ear off of one of his mutual friends. You still couldn't find Patrick.

You turn and spot the fire escape, figuring that some fresh air would be good. You walk over to the window, propping it open to step onto the landing. Sitting down on one of the steps, you pull out a cigarette.

The alcohol and coke acted as a coat against the cold, feeling numb as you pulled out one of your cigarettes. You light it, inhaling as you watched the busy street below you. You wondered how you ended up here, and the way the night was going. You thought about your friends, and about Patrick. You let yourself acknowledge that you were jealous. You wished that were you dancing with him, not Chloe's friend. It felt pointless to do anything about it. Patrick was your friend, and that wasn't going to change anything. You didn't want to become one of the many women he walked over in his path of destruction. You knew better, you deserved better. You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, accepting your own fate. You spent so much time trying to avoid the fact that he was getting under your skin, there was no point in fighting it anymore.

"Hey."

Your head turns towards the open window, spotting Patrick standing there. You may be quite inebriated or simply fed up with the night, but there's a palpable tension in the air. He doesn’t immediately apologize or even confront you about what you've seen—he’s just standing there, maybe a little unsure of how to handle the situation.

"You alright out here?" He’s being casual, almost too casual, but there's an underlying question in his tone.

You sit there in silence, letting the frustration over him bubble up inside. This is your moment to vocalize how you feel, but also to confront the fact that you do care about him, which is exactly what you've been avoiding.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just clearing my head." You say coldly, inhaling your cigarette once more.

Patrick hesitantly steps onto the landing, but maintains distance. "You looked like you were having a good time down there." He says, an undertone of defiance to his own statement.

"I could say the same about you." You reply bitterly, putting out your cigarette beside you.

Patrick eyes you carefully, his face stone cold. "I didn't realize it was a problem. Am I not allowed to have fun?" He asks defensively, leaning against the guard railing.

You laugh. "You don't get it, do you?" You say harshly. "Stop fucking with my head, Patrick. It's not fucking funny anymore. I'm not one of your stupid little games to keep you entertained." You claim with the same bitter tone, standing up.

Patrick's eyes widen, taken aback by your change of mood. "What are you talking about?" He exclaims, furrowing his brows.

"I don't know what you think was gonna happen, but I've had enough of your shit." You spat, taking a step towards the window.

He puts his arm out, preventing you from leaving the closeted space of the fire escape. "I don't know what you think I'm trying to do here, but you've got it wrong." He tries to explain, his voice now stern with you. "I'm not playing any fucking games," He says, looking down at you. "But I can't say the same about you." He scoffs. "I don't know what you want from me!" He exclaims, laughing in dismay as he runs a hand over his face.

You stare at him in disbelief, unsure of how to react at first. "If that's the case Patrick, then you've got a real fucking funny way of showing it." You snap.

Before you can acknowledge what's happening, he grabs your face and kisses you.

You let a few moments go by before pushing him away and giving his cheek a firm slap.

"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, pushing him out of the way as you re-enter the loft.

"Don't walk away from me!" Patrick yells. "This conversation isn't over!" He exclaims, unintentionally gathering the attention of other guests.

You hold up your middle finger, hastily making your way down the stairs. As you reach the bottom, the Westley lookalike approaches you with a drink in hand. "Hey! There you are!" He exclaims, grinning.

You groan. "Not now, for fucks sake!" You exclaim, putting your hand up as you continue walking.

Chloe spots you from the crowd, coming up to you. "Hey what the fuck is going on?" She asks, noticing your seething gaze.

"I am going home, tell Patrick if he can't figure it out then he can go fuck himself." You snap, continuing your path towards the exit.

Chloe looks up and sees Patrick at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely crushed. As they make eye contact, she shakes her head in disapproval. She turns and starts following you.

"I'm going with you, fuck that guy! Fuck Patrick Zweig!" She yells very loudly, exiting the loft alongside you.

You laugh bitterly, heading towards the staircase instead of the elevator. "I want to kill him." You state, nearly tripping over your own feet as you make it to the lobby. "That asshole thinks he can mess with me? He thinks he can fuck with me?! He has no fucking idea what he has done!" You bark, pushing the front entrance open. You step down the stairs, your shoes making contact with the concrete sidewalk. You continue to speed walk away from the building, Chloe catching up to you.

The other party goers eye you as you make a commotion, Chloe testing them with her demeanor as the two of you keep up your pace. "What happened?" She asks, out of breath from trying to keep up with you.

"He kissed me after I tried to confront him about fucking with my feelings." You state, trying to keep yourself together as you hail a taxi. "I can't fucking stand him. I just wanna... AHH!" You scream, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Oh, that's seriously fucked up." Chloe says, waving down a taxi for the both of you.

The two of you hop into the vehicle, telling the driver where to go.

"Long night ladies?" The driver asks awkwardly, noticing the tension.

"Yeah, something like that." You say sarcastically, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.

Chloe rubs your arm, giving you a sympathetic look. You try to smile her way, attempting to not let out your anger on her.

Patrick soon leaves the building, rushing outside to look for you. He can't spot you anywhere, muttering profanities. He’s pissed at himself, but more than that, he’s confused and frustrated because he can’t quite figure out how to resolve things. His go-to method of using charm and physicality to resolve issues has backfired in a big way. He pulls out his phone and tries to message you.

Your phone buzzes. You look at it subconsciously, fuming with rage as you see his username.

pat_zweig: im sorry, i really fucked up. lets fix this, please let me talk to you

You aggressively type back.

You: FUCK YOU!!! GO FUCK YOURSELF DONT EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN

You go to his profile and block him before putting your phone back in your lap.

Patrick's eyes widen at your response, watching your profile go nonexistent. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He exclaims, groaning.

Art comes up beside him, concerned. "Where did they go?" He asks, looking around.

"They both left, her and Chloe." He sighs. "She fucking blocked me, man." Patrick says in defeat, sitting down on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.

"That's a you problem." Art says, crossing his arms. "Why didn't you just tell her how you really feel?" He argues, sitting beside Patrick.

"I don't know! I'm a fucking idiot, don't tell me cause I already know." He sighs, shaking his head. "She never wants to speak to me again Art. I really fucked up."

"Oh, I know." Art responds casually. "You finally met a girl worthwhile and you still couldn't be normal about it." He hums. "It's who you are, Zweig. Always have been." He pats his best friend's back. "I can't help you with that."

Patrick sighs, covering his eyes. "What the fuck am I gonna do?" He groans. "This is such a big mess, I didn't even think she liked me like that man."

"I don't think you can do anything." Art says. "You have to leave her alone, let her figure out what she wants. I think trying to be persistent will only make it worse right now." He admits, clasping his hands together. "Come on, let's go home. It's not worth it." He insists, standing up and offering his best friend a hand.

Patrick looks up, begrudgingly grabbing Art's hand.

don't look at me, i didn't do anything! i write and they simply command my next move. he's a big dumb idiot and you're simply trying you best you're just a girl wtf ):

thank you again for the support you guys, you have no idea how much it means to me. writing helps me get thru rough times so thx for being here (: i apologize if the drug and alcohol use is a lot in this chapter, im just trying to be more realistic with how it could've been in this area and societal standards of 2013. young people do stupid shit all the time. i might be downplaying it if anything actually lol

hopefully when I post this I also manage to release part 4, but i know its unfair to keep all of you on your toes! till next time

isabel

#josh o'connor x reader #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan #challengers fic #challengers x reader #patrick zweig #patrick zweig imagine #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig x reader #josh o connor #art donaldson #zendaya #mike faist

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agirlandherquill · 7 months ago

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Written In Smoke - The Letter Stained In Ink

this week's letter comes to you fresh off the high of finishing reading a book, which i'll be sure to ramble about a little later on so bear with me, a few things have happened this week so here goes!

A Glimpse Through Time - little bits about me and what I’ve been up to this week

the past few days at least have been a lot, a good lot don't get me wrong, but a lot, now here's what I've been up to

A great chunk of my Saturday afternoon comprised of watching F1 (slipping in another fact about me, i'm a big fan), watching the practice, then an F2 sprint and then the F1 Qualifying for the big race - and i'm so freaking happy because my two favourite drivers are in the top 3 positions for tomorrow (you can tell this is written mere minutes after watching the madness) - it's also pretty cool because the track for the UK's race isn't all that far from me, and I'm hoping to grab tickets for next season

While I was watching the incredible chaos of F1, I was also reading, bit more on that below, but the universe must love me because the race finished the same moment that I read the final sentence of my book - talk about timing

I BOOKED MY TRIP TO BATH - I'm so so excited to go and see the Jane Austen Centre and Mary Shelley's House of Frankenstein, issue is I have just over a week to read 4 more Jane Austen books (I've only read persuasion and pride and prejudice, both twice) and Frankenstein (this is my motivation to finally read it haha), but it'll be doable for sure

This absolute genius was 3 hours late (cough, attempting to renew at 2am, cough) returning library books, but the people at the library were so sweet and got rid of the 15p charge and renewed them for me instead - first, and hopefully only time I'm late with library books fingers crossed

Books - This week's been a bit more productive writing-wise, so I only had time to read one book this week, and I finished it today (saturday, incase I take too long to write the rest of this week's entry and send it off tomorrow instead, and let's be honest, it's likely) - You, by Caroline Kepnes, and I've seen the show many, many times, and the book was just as addictive, I'm thinking of reading the rest but that might be a plan for the future since my bookshelves and kindle library are begging me to read the books i own and have yet to read rather than buying more - I did however grab a copy of P.S I Love You in a charity shop and I can't believe it, it literally looks NEW, so I'm going to look forward to reading and watching the movie at some point - I'm also halfway through Love, Theoretically and I am OBSESSED, that and Love Hypothesis were the only books I was planning on reading by the author but now I'm not so sure, they're so GOOD

Shows/Movies - My. Lady. Jane. SPEECHLESS (as of writing this I'm only on episode 5, but I'm hoping to finish it this weekend) and I can't wait to devour the book when the tie-in edition comes out (this is one I NEED in paperback, sorry bookshelves), I also watched Empire Strikes Back this week and can I just say I'm more of a Leia and Han fan than I expected to be - they're so good

Music - us. by Gracie Abrams (this is one of very few of her songs that I know but it is so good to write with, on loop, or it was for the scene I was writing, but that's just what it's like being a writer I suppose, music changes with each scene and some songs fit better than most), Chlorine by TOP - my friends introduced me to them and this is probably my favourite song of theirs, and that's it for this little segment they're the two main songs I can think of

oh and I can include a slightly major adulting achievement - I voted for the first time this week, it was a strange, strange feeling but it happened - I'm not big on politics, not at all, so I won't say too much about it but the thought of crossing a box to decide a country's future is really funny to me, I could not tell you why, but it makes me laugh

Spills From The Ink-Pot - writing, writing, and more writing

this is England, it may be July but the skies sure do know how to pour - which means more time indoors for me writing (I do love writing outside, when it's not too cold, but the rain's brought a little bit of an anti-summer chill, shocker, so this week's been more of an indoors-y one for me)

The current draft of Ruin's Reprisal took a bit of a hammering, as did my keyboard - in the last 3 days alone I've written 6,000 (ish) words, which is a lot for me recently, and it's only going to be more still throughout the rest of this weekend - people ask me why I have a keyboard cover on my laptop, this is why, I hate the thought of wearing down the keys and leaving fingerprints on my screen when I shut my laptop- and with a keyboard cover none of that happens, and my keyboard survives just a little longer (pray for the poor thing, I know I am) - at the time of almost publishing this letter I'm now sitting at 12,000 words written by the end of the weekend (whoops)

Current Word Count is sitting at 212,525, but that's with me having edited up to halfway through Part Two, it's by no means a set number given the amount of chapters I still have to go through, but it's progress (and i love progress)

I'm thinking of making a checklist in these letters to encourage myself to do more writing things in the next week, so here's next week's goals:

Come up with Part Titles - I have Chapter ones, why not for Parts too?

I want to finish Part Two by next week - that's 5 chapters away, possibly doable?

Slightly bigger goal than just next week - I want to write a short story, or a story, maybe not so short, but I want to write start to finish over the summer (maybe it'll be a novella?), it's a challenge I'm setting for myself alongside writing Ruin's Reprisal, and it starts with the little snippet I released earlier this week - writing on a clueless whim becomes an actual, surprisingly good thing, who knew?

I have plenty to show you this time around dear reader, so here's a few snippets for you to sink your teeth into:

She grabbed his hand and pressed it over her bleeding thigh. “Do it. Heal me.” Fenley frowned. “Edeva-” “There’s no time. They’ll find us. I need you to do it.” His brows furrowed, he watched her carefully. “You’ll reject it, won’t you?” He’s figured it out, or he thinks he has. Either way, it doesn’t matter. “This Exilza will survive.” Fenley’s jaw tightened. “I’ll hurt you.” His eyes swept up from her leg to her face. She caught his stare, and she held it. “Then hurt me. I know you’ll make it right.” “…But I can’t.” She watched his throat bob up and down. He’s not willing to hurt me more before he heals me. Her fingers twitched by her sides. It’s going to take drastic measures to make him do it. She reached up and slung her arm over his shoulders, drawing him in close, Fenley grunted in shock, she used his distraction to grab one of the knives from his coat, he jerked back, his mouth hanging open as she buried the blade in her thigh, close to her wound, and buried her face in his chest to muffle a cry of pain. She breathed deeply and braced herself to rip out his knife. She pressed it into his hands. “Until I bleed out, my life is yours. Decide.”

This was not hunting, this was not defence, this was murder through and through. Edeva had taken a life, and now the epithet hanging over her name was true. I am a murderer. Vanquisher. Slaughterer. Monster. She sank to her knees, clutching her head, as the names began to swirl, over and over until they blurred, becoming a perpetual scream in her mind, she could think, still she could not breathe, she could not move. The ground shook, the Oksa were coming for her. She did not look, she did not lift her chin from her chest, she remained still on her knees, succumbing to her fate, her punishment for what she had done. I deserve it. I took a life of theirs and they’ll take this life of mine. The darkness crept in, it took over her, numbing the world until all she could see was the dark, shrouding her like a cloak. Her heart stuttered in her chest. This was not death, this was Shael. “Edeva.” Fenley’s whisper forced her to lift her head. He was on his knees too, one hand on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” “Accepting.” She hadn’t the strength to say more, or the strength to look him in the eye, but he stopped her, he made her, his fingers grasped the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled back sharply enough to force her to meet his gaze. “There is nothing to accept and I will not see you give up, I will not see you submit, not to them. I will not stand around watch your neck break - I won’t,” His jaw clenched. “I won’t, and you won’t either.” The hand on her shoulder pushed roughly and she fell, she fell from the ethereal cloak of Shael and back to the world, back to the fighting. Where Oksa had been there were now smoking remains, such smoke wasn’t normal, and she realised it wasn’t. It was shadow. Whatever Fenley had done she was glad she hadn’t seen it, but he had done it to help her, to save her, to help her save herself - for just a little longer. Something glinted to her right, it was her sword, sticking out of the dirt. Fenley. He wants me to fight. He wanted her to do the impossible. “I can’t.” She closed her eyes, her fingers curling in on themselves as her hand hung limply by her side. Vitaires do not fall. We stand. We stay standing. Her Mama’s words had never been so loud in her mind. They were true, they were everything she needed, much like Fenley’s push. I am Edeva Vitarie and I will stand. She took her first breath, then another, I. Will. Stand.

and this next snippet comes from the short story i'm writing (alas yet to be given a title): “It isn’t very often someone gets away with saying no to me.” She startled at his voice. She turned to see him squatting atop a large bin, crammed against a wall, overflowing with rubbish, none of it seemed to bother him as he prowled over its lid and crept down to her level. Her fingers stilled against her laces. “Have I?” “Not quite.” “I should warn you I’m expected somewhere.” “This won’t take long, I came only to give you this.” She flinched at an envelope hitting her lap, she hadn’t felt him move, let alone seen it. “If I open it, will it kill me?” “That envelope contains ink and paper, nothing more.” “Nothing less, either.” She mused, slipping the envelope into her coat. “Your stationery is what most would die for.” “Really? I thought I was using the cheaper stuff.” “Rich, are we?” His laugh almost tempted one of hers. “Not quite. Save your questions for another night, I trust we’ll have one.” He sounds more self assured than the corporate suits that rule the city, is such a thing possible? She stood, laces tied, envelope secure, and hugged herself. The chill of the night had never been so clear to her as it was now. “If I tell you no, again, will you seek me out?” “You sought me first, I only thought to return the favour.” Is that… A touch of defence? How interesting. “Very well, I-” “I thought I’d lost you for a minute there, everything all right?” The Assistant’s voice cut through the alley, she turned around, putting on a reassuring smile. “I needed to tie my laces that’s all.” She took a few steps toward him, only glancing back as they went to turn back onto the street. The alley was empty, he was gone. His letter seemed to weigh more in her pocket before, she placed a hand over it to steady it, and herself. My refusal paid off, he’s more interested than ever before. The more interest, the more willing he is to tell his story. He wanted another night, she sought out plenty more - and she would have them. She had him hooked, and she knew it.

good grief this week's one is LATE (apologies dear reader, these past few days have been busy ones) but here you go! this week's letter is all typed up, compiled and heading your way!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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dragoncat223 · 1 year ago

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Ok, I know the aus I post on here are always kind of a mess, and no one ever really takes an interest, but I’m going to try again.

So, I came up with an Andreil Selkie au. Andrew, met Aaron when they were 14 when Luther insisted Tilda let Andrew come home. Tilda died 4 months later. A month after that Betsy Dobson adopts them and moves them out to Selkie Bay. Once Nicky is able, Nicky moves to Selkie Bay for school.

Betsy lives next door to David Wymack and his son, Kevin. They’d been friends for years and thought it might be a good idea to introduce their kids, hopefully give them some friends. Kevin walks away from the first meeting with a black eye and a new friend.

They share a love for the ocean. Kevin is obsessed with it. Swimming, surfing, sailing, if it has something to do with the ocean, Kevin is there. Andrew will deny it to his dying breath, but the ocean helps calm him. The ocean doesn’t care who he is or what he does. It will be there today, it will be there tomorrow, it will be there when he dies.

Stuart and Neil move to town the year Andrew and Aaron start college. Andrew first sees Neil on the beach. You see, he and Kevin are childhood friends, reconnecting after thinking they’d never see each other again.

Neil’s mother was a Selkie, a classic tale of a cruel man stealing a Selkie’s coat and forcing her to marry him. It takes years, but she’s able to escape him, with Neil. He’s half Selkie. Nathan was able to get his hands in Mary because Kengo, his boss, worked in trafficking Selkies. Riko was gifted Kevin, another Selkie, as a birthday present.

Mary dies and Neil was captured. He was only able to escape with Stuart’s help. Stuart capsized the boat Neil was being held on and Nathan drowns. Stuart is now trying to help Neil heal in a place with a nice, welcoming Selkie population, though that part’s not really public knowledge.

All Andrew knows is that the new guy is unfairly pretty and is increasingly protective of his brown hoodie. Andrew’s never seen him without it, unless he’s in the water.

Sometimes Andrew will paddle board on calm days. One day, a small, friendly seal starts swimming along with him. It becomes a regular thing, hanging out with the seal. On days when it doesn’t show, Andrew misses it for some reason.

I can’t decide if I want to have some kevaaron in this au or if I want Kevin/Aaron/Katelyn, and then Katelyn would be a mermaid or a siren.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #stuart hatford #andreil #Selkie au

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ellie-24 · 1 year ago

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USS Randall Ramblers Part 4

Okay so, I don't even know if anyone is still interested in this series. Anyway, here we go lol. Just let me know if you don't want to be tagged!

Also, I used the writing prompt: Why are you doing this?

Thank you to @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @thatbanditqueen @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll Talking to you guys is the best part of my day and really keeps me going.

Another special thanks to @whositmcwhatsit who not only made this thing way more enjoyable to read by fixing everything wrong with it but also encouraged me to actually post it.

Word count: 5.7 k

Warnings: tiny bit of smut at the end so 18+

Previous part. Next part

Bad Nauheim, December 21st 1958

Mary carefully inspected the delicate silver bracelet dangling from her wrist and tried to look as busy as possible while she leaned against the piano in the lounge. With one look towards the chandelier above her she was instantly reminded of her first visit a few weeks ago.

To her, it felt like an eternity ago, but also like was yesterday. Everything looked the same at Hotel Grunewald, except that it was a lot more crowded than the last time she was here. Her fingers kept tapping against the cold glass of Prosecco in her hand as she carefully observed the people around her.

As well as fretting about being completely overdressed, she also felt awfully out of place, not really knowing anyone in the room. Elvis and the rest of the 23rd Armoured Division had returned from maneuvers in Grafenwöhr, and were now back at the base in Friedberg. To celebrate, he had invited some of his friends and fans to Hotel Grunewald for a ‘small party’.

Mary raised a sceptical eyebrow after looking around, this isn't really what she'd consider a small party. She briefly wondered if Elvis might get in trouble with Herr Otto Schmidt for this, especially when she heard someone dropping a glass in the next room. She cringed at the thought of him getting into trouble, but she knew it was inevitable.

As sweet as caring as Elvis could be, she knew he could be reckless as well. She smiled as she took a small sip from her prosecco and thought back to earlier in the day when she saw her life flash before her eyes multiple times. But even then, deep down, she felt like nothing could happen to her as long as she was with him.

Elvis had called her two days ago, informing her that he'd be in Frankfurt because he wanted to buy a new car from a local dealership. He promised to pick her up himself at her family’s apartment in Frankfurt. Not only did he want to show off his purchase, but he also wanted to properly introduce himself to her father. Although they played together aboard the USS Randall and had a few phone calls, Elvis wanted to do it right, ‘handshake and all’, as he said.

When Mary greeted him at her door he wasted no time picking her up and hugging her tightly.

"Oh Mary Cherry, I've missed ya so much! Been countin' the days until I could see your sweet face again."

She giggled when he set her down again and quickly kissed his cheek before inviting him inside.

"I've missed you too."

He seemed a bit agitated as she lead him down the corridor, his eyes darting around anxiously. Before they could reach the living room where her parents and her brother were waiting, they passed an old wooden shelf displaying some family portraits. Elvis halted in his tracks and pointed to a picture from her on her 10th birthday.

"Is that itty bitty Cherry?" He smiled fondly as he picked up the portrait, his fingers trailing over the cool glass.

"Oh god. Yes." Mary cringed with a small smile, hoping he'd set the awkward photo aside and forget he's ever seen it.

His grin widened and he faced her. "Ya look so cute. Gotta get me a copy of this, I wanna have it." He said, pointing his finger at it.

"Really?"

He hummed and gently placed it back on the shelf, before throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to bury his face into her hair. She leaned into him for a moment and he took a deep breath, prompting her to squeeze his arm comfortingly before pulling him along into the living room.

Greeting her family was, thankfully, less awkward than she initially expected and Elvis quickly managed to strike up a conversation with her father. Mary and her mother watched as the two men reminisced about their time as a band abroad the USS Randall, with Elvis putting on his southern charm, polite and charming as ever, despite being visibly nervous. He even expressed interest in the tattered, used guitar her father had bought and which sat in the corner of the living room, earning him an approving nod.

Mary and her mother kept exchanging glances every now and then, glad to see the two of them getting along so well. Eventually her father agreed to let her stay with Elvis in Bad Nauheim over the weekend. On the condition that she had her own room of course. Elvis promised once again to take good care of her.

When they stepped outside, she let out a sigh of relief, before realising it was pouring rain. Elvis quickly grabbed her, the feeling of his leather gloves against her skin making her feel funny, and dragged her along with him. They almost ran towards his car, a white BMW Isetta parked on the other side of the street. He swiftly opened the car door for her and ushered her inside before getting in himself. For a few seconds they just sat there, wet and out of breath, before bursting out laughing.

The windows fogged up slightly from their damp hair and clothes, as he quickly started the engine. He raced through the streets, way faster than the speed limit allowed and running multiple red lights on his way. Mary desperately clutched her seatbelt and braced herself when he floored the gas pedal right before a very sharp corner. He just chuckled when her body slammed hard against his.

"Elvis, we're not trying to win a race!" She gasped and let out a nervous laugh while rubbing her shoulder that bumped against his.

He threw an arm around her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Baby, I shouldn't tell ya how I had to drive to your place to shake off all these damn reporters. Also, it's a former racing car, this is fun!"

"It's certainly exciting." She agreed with raised eyebrows. "And scary."

He slightly tilted his head. "Are ya really criticizing my driving?"

She snorted. "I'm sure it gets you to where you need to be in time."

His hand found its way onto her thigh, squeezing and rubbing her soothingly. "Ya don't gotta worry. I'm in the Army, operating tanks and whatnot, baby, I know what I'm doing."

"I'm not sure they're teaching you this in the Army." She argued and pointedly gestured towards the steering wheel which he turned rapidly from left to right at the moment, making them drive a zigzag course.

He sharply turned it around one more time, her body pressing into his again. With a hum he looked at her, smirking. "That's right you're not sure. Just let me do the thinking, Cherry."

"That might get us killed." She almost shrieked when he almost drove into oncoming traffic, angry car horns blaring around them.

"These people here have no sense of humour, I'll tell ya. Making a big thing outta nothing. You know, earlier when I went to pick up the car the owner called the police because of some fans trying to get close to me."

"I think he was probably just concerned about your safety."

He squeezed her thigh. “The fans, they mean no harm. They just get real excited and all that. They're happy to see me a-and I'm happy to see them."

Mary smiled understandingly and gave his hand a little squeeze. He seemed to be lost in his own head again, thinking about the fans. The car slowed down and they settled into a comfortable silence, his hand continuing to stroke her leg. She felt a smile tugging at her lips when she noticed him staring at her, seemingly only occasionally facing the road ahead.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking at the street?"

"Honey, after being in the woods for days for maneuvers I got my eyes everywhere, believe me."

She snorted again. "Alright, but if you crash your brand new car, don't say I didn't tell you."

He chose to ignore her comment. "How do you like it?"

"The car? Oh it's very nice. I... uh, guess it has everything a car needs."

He gave her a look.

Mary laughed apologetically and held up her hands. "Sorry, I have no idea about cars. But it looks really nice." She gave the elegant black and white interior a once over before nodding approvingly.

He chuckled and squeezed her leg again.

"So ya like the colour? The car dealer said I might have to paint it red with all the fans trying to kiss it."

"That might save you a lot of time."

Later when they arrived at the hotel, Elvis almost immediately dragged her up to his room, barely giving her time to greet the hotelier or get properly settled into her room.

After arriving at room number 10, he quickly sat down in front of the mirror next to the bed and removed the hat he'd been wearing all day. With a wink towards her through the mirror, he began combing his hair.

Mary could have watched him all day, but opted to give him some privacy and opened the door to his balcony. She stepped outside and took a deep breath, enjoying the nice view over the park across from them.

The sky had cleared up and the stars were already shining brightly as the nearly full moon cast a bluish hue over the hotel. After a while she went back inside, shivering and rubbing her arms, and she saw that he'd moved to sit on the bed. She caught him dry swallowing some pills and sat down next to him on the bed, placing her hand on his forehead.

"Are you sick?" she asked with a frown.

He chuckled and caught her hand in his own. After a quick kiss to her wrist, he shook his head.

"Nah, don't worry." He placed the pills back onto his nightstand. "They just give you more energy. Makes you think faster and better, and you can stay awake way longer. We took 'em all the time in Bavaria."

Mary's sceptic gaze went back and forth between his face and the orange pill bottle in his hand.

"So... you got these from a doctor or something?"

"A Sergeant gave me these, honey," he offered, as if this would justify just about anything.

Mary sat back a little. "But... you're not on maneuvers anymore. Why do you still take them?"

He sighed and looked at her pleadingly. "Honey, do I really have to explain myself to you now?"

Mary remembered how he'd told her about his trouble sleeping ever since his mother's death and being shipped over. How he'd lie in bed at night, pondering and worrying about a future that he felt didn't offer much to him anymore. He had told her many times already just how tired he felt. She bit her lip, feeling slightly guilty and shook her head.

Apparently he again knew what she was thinking and put a comforting arm around her neck. With a tenderness that threw her off guard each time, he pressed a few soft kisses against her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "Now, that's way better, baby. Just trust me with this, yeah?"

"Are you alright, Mary?" A familiar voice asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Rex! I didn't know you were here!" She laughed and put a hand over her heart.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you."

"Don't worry, I was just... thinking." Mary gestured around aimlessly and shrugged, a reserved smile on her face.

Rex nodded and took a swig of beer.

"How are you? Are you here... with Elisabeth?" Mary asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she ran her thumb along her glass, drawing little circles along the condensed surface. She didn't want to admit it, but the possibility of the German girl also being at the party bothered her immensely.

"Uh, no, she had some important family stuff going on. She's talked about you a lot, she really liked meeting you," Rex offered.

Mary nodded with a small smile and took another big sip from her glass. His answer didn't really calm her nerves. Did that mean Elvis originally invited her and wanted her to come as well? It's just that she had no time?

Mary quickly chided herself for thinking about it so much. She didn't want to play the role of the jealous, paranoid girlfriend. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she took this relationship way more serious than he did.

Over the past few weeks he'd reassured her over and over again that she was his best girl, though she still wasn't entirely sure what exactly that meant in Elvis' world. She desperately wanted to find a way to trust him and make this relationship work. But she wasn't entirely naive, either.

Rex noticed her being deep in thought again and moved on with a small nod and a shirt brush against her arm. This brought Mary’s thoughts back into the room and she straightened her shoulder, trying to get it together. She wasn't usually like this and it annoyed her.

Suddenly her vision went black as someone put their hands over her eyes from behind. For a moment she was startled, but she didn't have to think long to guess who it was. She let out a laugh, breathing in his familiar smell.

"Oh, who could it be?" she said jokingly and put a finger against her chin, her worries from a minute ago instantly forgotten. The effect his mere presence had on her was something she couldn't fathom.

"Why don't ya take a guess, sweet thing?" he asked in a funny, high-pitched voice that didn't even sound like his own, making her laugh.

He hung one arm around her neck while the other wrapped itself around her waist. His voice right next to her ear made her shiver.

"Mary Cherry, I haven't even told you how beautiful you look tonight. All dolled up," he whispered low and pressed his cheek against hers.

Mary bit her lip and grinned widely, unable to form any words. She instead put her hand on his arm splayed right above her chest and gently ran her thumb over it.

"You're perfect. Perfect, pretty baby... And you're wearing the bracelet that I gave you," he murmured and lifted up her wrist and carefully turned it back and forth to watch how it reflected the warm light from the chandelier above them, shining and shimmering with each soft movement.

"I wear it every day." Mary admitted with a bashful smile.

He grinned against her cheek. "Good."

When she raised her glass to her lips, Elvis quickly drew away and stood in front of her. He unceremoniously snatched the drink away from her hand, leaving her a bit dumbfounded.

"Nuh-uh that ain't nothing for you, honey."

She tried to get back her glass. "Elvis, everyone's drinking."

He held the glass above his head, out of her reach. "Not you."

Mary put her hands on her hips sighed. "Why not?"

"Because I say so, honey. Ain't good for a little girl like you to be drinking and all that."

She frowned. "It's just one glass."

"Cherryyyyy." He tilted his head, looking at her imploringly.

"But-"

He placed the glass on a nearby table and shook his head. "No, I'm not gonna discuss this now."

She huffed in frustration and he raised a challenging eyebrow at her. It almost tempted her to speak up again, but she didn't want to ruin the mood. It was his party after all.

"...Alright, Elvis."

His lip curled and he gently rubbed her arm. "Thank you, baby." He smiled and started playing with the bracelet on her wrist again.

Absentmindedly his gaze trailed over her arm until he was looking over her shoulder. His expression shifted somewhat as he stared at something behind her. When she turned around she saw Vernon talking to a young, blonde woman. With a subconscious squeeze to his hand she turned back to him. For a second his eyebrows twitched but he quickly regained himself and gave her a reassuring half smile.

"I'll be right back, Cherry." He spoke in a low voice and his thumb brushed against her chin before he walked past her.

Mary quickly looked back at Vernon and frowned a bit when she saw Elvis disappearing towards the staircase. She wondered about the woman his father was talking to and why it apparently bothered Elvis so much. It wasn't her place to speculate on those things though, so she sighed and made her way towards the dining room with raised eyebrows.

For almost half an hour Mary aimlessly wandered around and, despite a few unsuccessful attempts at mingling, her mind was pretty much preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of the party’s host.

She eventually decided to sit down next to Elvis' dog, Cherry, who much like his owner wasn’t too concerned about rules and laid down comfortably on the green couch in front of the window, much to the disdain of Herrn Schmidt. She absentmindedly stroked his soft fur, contemplating her next move.

With a sigh, she got up again, smoothed down her skirt, and made her way through the crowd, growing more and more anxious about Elvis' absence.

After climbing two flights of familiar creaky stairs, she turned towards the first door on the right and carefully knocked against the white wooden door.

"Elvis? It's me."

After a faint ‘Come in’ from the other side of the door, she slowly stepped inside.

"Hey, you," she whispered hesitantly, not really sure what to expect.

He sighed and opened up his arms. "Come here."

With slow steps across the creaky floorboards she laid down next to him with him encircling her with his arms in an instant.

"How do you like the party, honey?" he mumbled, his lips close to her ear.

Mary looked at him, a small gleam in her eyes.

"Apart from the fact that I'm sober?" she joked, trying to cheer him up a little. It didn't quite go as she planned.

He huffed a laugh, a weird mix of mirth and frustration in response. "Why are you doing this?"

"What?"

He gestured towards her, as if he wasn't sure what to say. "Being like this. When everything I do is to take care of ya."

Mary leaned over to peck his lips, trying to appease him. His pout slowly turned into a bashful smile. She could tell that he was trying to fight it, trying to keep that pouty expression on his face to make her feel guilty.

"Sorry, I'm just joking, E. I am enjoying the party... even if I don't really know most of the people." She shrugged and gave him a pointed look. "Are you enjoying it? Why are you here all by yourself?"

"I'm not."

"You know what I mean." She smiled.

"I-I uh, had to get away for a bit. Uh... I just wanted to spend some time with my best girl."

She paused. "You knew I'd come?"

"Well, I-I hoped so."

Mary shook her head in a good-natured way. "You're so sweet, really."

"Ain't that just every man's dream? Being called sweet," he huffed while fiddling with the ring on his pinky finger, his face scrunched up.

She suppressed a snort and placed her hand on his cheek with a smile. "And silly as well."

"Silly?"

She hummed and reached up to brush some hair out of his face. His lips twitched for a second, a mischievous look in his eyes as he unexpectedly grabbed a pillow and smacked it right into her face.

It took Mary a second to process what happened. She looked at him in shock and disbelief and he couldn't help but snort at her funny expression. His mood swings were a mystery to her. His dark broodiness mixed with the sudden light playfulness always made her stop for a second, trying to figure out how to react. This was no doubt his way of telling her that he didn't actually want a serious talk now. A weird way to show it, but she found it charming nonetheless.

So, she picked up the same pillow and threw it right back at him. Now it was her turn to giggle at his surprised face. His open mouth quickly turned into a wide grin and he picked up the pillow again, but she managed to dodge his attack, hurriedly getting up from the bed.

"No point in running from me, Cherry," he warned as he slowly got up from the bed as well and started chasing her around the room.

After a few minutes of back and forth between them, pillows flying around and his hiccupping laughter filling the room, Mary started to get exhausted. Right when she attempted to leap over the bed to escape another attack, he managed to get a hold on her ankle and pulled her back with a force she hadn't quite expected. She let out a surprised squeal as she was dragged across the bed and turned around to face him. But he was, once again, quicker, moving his body closer to her and catching her hands in his bigger ones.

He sat on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and holding down her hands on either side of her head. It knocked the wind out of her for a second and she looked up to him to find him breathing just as heavily.

"Got ya," he whispered, his eyes dark and half lidded.

Mary's breath hitched in excitement, his weight above her both comforting and arousing at the same time. She didn't even think about moving away from him again, afraid that if she'd move but one muscle, he'd roll off her again.

Her throat felt very dry and she licked her lips as she looked up at him with wide eyes. His face hovered inches above hers, his hair falling over his forehead which was covered in a faint layer of sweat. He raised one eyebrow, making her breathing pick up once again, despite the fact that she already sounded like she just ran a marathon.

"You're not scared of me are ya, honey?"

Mary shook her head and swallowed hard. "I'm not." Her answer came out as a raspy whisper, prompting her to clear her throat.

"I'm not," she repeated, louder this time, while staring into his eyes.

He looked her up and down for a second before releasing her hands. His fingers slowly began grazing over her arms and his eyes held hers with an intensity she hadn't seen before. She felt the anticipation building in her lower belly and her legs twitched under his weight.

"Good, cause ya ain't got no reason to, okay?" he insisted, his eyebrow still raised. "You trust me?"

"I do," she whispered shakily and slipped her hands under his sweater, making him shiver when he felt her touch on his hot skin.

He briefly ducked his head with a small smile, his heated gaze drifting downward involuntarily. His weight shifted on her when he leaned forward slightly and Mary felt her chest rising and falling rapidly at the sensation. No matter how hard she tried to slow down her breathing, it only seemed to get worse when his slow touches halted, right at the buttons of her blouse.

For a few seconds neither one dared to move, a fleeting moment of clarity within the carefree playfulness, a silent question whether or not they should continue. His fingers hovered over her breasts and Mary impulsively dragged her hands from under his shirt and put them on his hips, attempting to pull him closer to her. He blinked in surprise before shifting on top of her with a small smile. There was a tension in the room that seemed almost unbearable when he circled his fingers over the buttons, puffing up his cheeks and shaking his head.

He, painfully slowly, started undoing them, brows furrowed, his eyes completely focused on the task at hand. She gently stroked his legs when she saw him fiddling with one button in particular, his fingers trembling just the slightest bit. When she looked up to him again, his cheeks were tinged with a soft pink.

She had to stifle a small giggle and her eyes widened, not quite expecting his sudden shyness. To her he always seemed so sure of himself, believing that he was right about everything and in full control. But right now it was different. Mary would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy seeing him like this, it felt so very genuine and real.

He caught her bewildered expression and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against her cheek.

"Ya don't gotta be nervous," he whispered and sat up again after a quick kiss to her neck. She felt a smile tugging at her lips at his attempt to manipulate the situation to his favour.

"I'm not nervous, E."

He nodded slowly, his eyes surveying her. "Mhm, okay, but why are you blushing like that?" He smiled and traced a finger over her burning cheek.

Mary turned her head away from his touch and giggled. "I could ask you the same thing," she whispered into his ear after wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her, unable to resist the chance to tease him a bit.

"I'm not blushing," he muttered against her shoulder.

She let out a loud laugh. "Yes, you are!"

He shook his head. "You're seeing things, sweetheart. Got a very, uh, vivid imagination," he drawled and playfully tapped his finger against her temple.

"Mhm, sure," she giggled and slowly undid the rest of the buttons as he was too busy brushing his lips against her neck.

Elvis’ hot breath tickled her sensitive skin and she sat up, the blouse making her feel constricted and too hot all of the sudden. He quickly understood and helped her move the fabric off her shoulders. His warm hands on her bare skin made her shudder, despite feeling like her body was on fire, briefly making her question her own senses. Mary watched as he hastily tossed the garment aside and returned his heated gaze to her body.

Nearly trembling with anticipation, she waited for him to touch her, but when he only stared for what seemed to be an eternity, she decided to take matters into her own hand and quickly shimmied out of her skirt as well.

He swallowed hard and whispered a small ‘Damn’ when he saw her bare thighs. Just as she went to reach behind to unclasp her bra, his hand shot out to hold onto her wrist.

"Don't," he argued. "Please, leave 'em on. Looks so pretty." His eyes wandered over her form.

Mary was momentarily transfixed by the very unexpectedly gentle and loving look in his eyes. The way his long eyelashes fluttered as he took in her body, careful and appreciative at the same time. It made her skin tingle and her hands twitch, she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers over his face and feel those soft cheek and lips. He had never been more beautiful than in this moment.

"Such a sweet girl," he said in a low voice, his eyes finding hers again.

Mary felt a lump in her throat at his words. The way he could make her feel a million things at once with only a few soft glances and that velvety voice was confusing and enticing at the same time.

Utterly unable to react any differently, she leaned forward and crushed her lips against his, gripping his sweater tightly in her fists. The wet noises from their open mouthed, hectic kisses nearly turned her into a puddle and she felt grateful for his tight grip on her, securing her and drawing her even further in.

Kissing him was addictive and Mary frantically tried to get as much as possible by pressing herself even closer against him, tongues touching and breaths mingling. In what she could only describe as a gentle chiding he very subtly shook his head and nearly halted his movements, urging her to slow down a bit.

"Easy, honey," he mumbled against her mouth.

She huffed and responded by attempting to pull off his sweater, letting him know what she thought about taking it slow. He just grinned and pinched her hips, before letting his hand roam over her butt, gently squeezing the soft flesh. His soft kisses made her crave him so much more and she still impatiently tugged at his sweater.

When he finally took mercy on her and pulled the fabric over his head, messing up his hair a bit in the process, she wasted no time and rubbed her hands over his bare skin. The urge to touch him and be as close to him as possible was impossible to suppress and Mary enjoyed watching the little expressions on his face when she'd brush his nipple or trail dangerously low along his lower belly. He certainly felt and looked leaner since returning from maneuvers, his chest a bit more toned, his jaw a tad bit sharper. His lips however were as plush and soft as ever when she started nibbling on them again.

"Somebody's very eager, huh? Don't worry, sweetheart, don't ya worry your pretty little head. I'll take care of ya good. Mhm."

He lifted her up from his lap and guided her to lay on her back before crawling on top of her, his eyes twinkling.

As if in a trance, Mary's hand found its way to his lips, tracing and outlining them. He opened his mouth and gently bit down with a playful growl, making her chuckle. She watched him in awe when he continued sucking and nibbling on her fingers.

"I could bite these widdle fingers all day," he laughed as his hand grazed over her lower belly, sending shocks throughout her entire body.

He bit his lip as he toyed with the waistband of her panties before looking at her. Mary nodded reassuringly and he smiled before slipping his hand inside. The second he touched her, her hips involuntarily bucked up against his touch. His smile widened and he easily spread her lips apart, fingers gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves and Mary let out a small cry of pleasure. She felt like she was floating, all rational thoughts completely abandoning her with each skilled flick of his fingers.

A poking sensation on her thigh, which she quickly realised was his body reacting to her, made her throw her head back into the pillow almost desperately. He continued nudging her, probing at her entrance, before easily slipping inside. Mary thought she was seeing stars as his long fingers quickly found a steady rhythm. He carefully watched her expression, wanting to catch every twitch, every tremble.

"You're so beautiful, Cherry," he whispered as he stroked her cheek and leaned in, kissing her deeply and slowly. He thrust his hard length up against her thigh over and over again while groaning into her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she bucked up her hips again, the throbbing in her core becoming almost too much for her. His thumb then pressed down on her clit, pushing her closer and closer until she felt the coil in her lower belly snap, the intense pleasure overwhelming her in an instant. She didn't even fully realise when his hips stuttered against her and he collapsed onto the bed.

After a while, she noticed the lack of warmth from his body above hers and turned her head slightly to look at him, his tired but content face pressed into the pillow.

For a minute they just basked in the moment, both panting and trying to calm their rapidly beating hearts. With a strength she didn't think he could muster at the moment he almost clumsily pulled her onto his chest and gently cradled her head.

"Was that good, honey? You liked it?" he whispered quietly.

Mary nodded lazily and raised her head to look at him. "Very much... You really know how to make a girl feel good."

He just grinned and licked his swollen, red lips, looking proud. With a soft chuckle, she began to play with his now damp hair and he quickly leaned into her touch while closing his eyes. She thought it was so cute that he was so concerned with whether she enjoyed it or not and couldn't help but lean in to press another soft kiss to his lips.

"I guess we won't go back to the party?" she asked, smiling against his mouth.

His grin widened and he shook his head. "Not a chance," he whispered and settled further into the mattress with a contented sigh.

Mary quickly followed suit and buried her face into his neck, his skin still a bit clammy. It was like the world stood still for a moment, the faint voices from downstairs echoing through the corridors fading away.

She shifted hesitantly, torn between doing what was right and what she wanted to do. And there was nothing she wanted more than to lay in his arms right now. She knew it actually shouldn't matter after what they had just done.

Thankfully, Elvis quickly decided for her. He tightened his grip on her and moved to lay half on top of her, effectively pinning her down again.

"Nuh-uh, you're staying right here, Cherry. Riiiiight hereeee," he cooed, his voice muffled.

Mary looked up at the ceiling before grinning widely at his insistence that she'd stay. She wrapped her arms around him in response and closed her eyes. To her it felt so right to lay in his arms, a sense of belonging filling her entire being like never before.

"I love you," he mumbled, his face buried in her hair.

She felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. "... I love you too."

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guiltypleasurefandomface · 8 months ago

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Silly idea that I won't actually have time to turn itno a full story but imagine they have a ghost in the band house who tries to make them leave. Hes done the usual haunting but these are starving student artists. Yeah they wish they didn't have to replace crockery so often but cold water in the shower? No different to when they run out of money in the metre, same with the electriity and phone line. Cold room? Blankets. Hot room? Windows. The ghost can't keep the door stuck for so long so they wait him out for that too.

So the ghost gets devious. Absolutely abohrrant. This is his house and he won't give it up easily. He has a terrible trick he only uses as a last resort because it's so unpleasant for him. He passes through them to learn their secrets.

And then with all his power he writes a set of notes saying "I know one of you is homosexual" and leaves it in each of their rooms.

And he imagines all chaos will break loose. When he was a boy that was automatic alienation from all of society. Nobody had friends if they were interested in other boys. So he sits. And he waits.

And instead of watching these four young men all turn on each other* and accuse each other of heinous acts and break up the friendship and they all leave so he has his house to himself again, he watches Brian, Roger and John boost up their friendship with each of the other 3, even if Freddie's a bit of a nervous wreck over being outed. Freddie obviously knows he's the gay one and he isn't twigging how more open and gender neutral the other's conversation are going.

The Ghost even has to watch Brian give the "it's okay if you need to share anyhing with us Rog, we've been friends for years" talk with Roger.

Roger isn't so subtle. "Deacy, when you talk about Ronnie..."

John: 🤔Yeah?

Roger: ... I'm just saying, no matter what, you can bring Ronnie round. You know that, don't you?

John: ... When you stop leaving your underpants to dry on the radiator, Rog, i'll bring her around.

Roger: ... okay. They're not dirty, you know. That's why they're drying.

John: Veronica is a lovely girl and doesn't need to see your underpants even if they're clean.

Roger: Oh. Veronica.

John: What?

Roger: Hm? No nothing.

Roger: Listen, you know the note?

Freddie, instantly on edge: Yes?

Roger: I think I know who it is

Freddie, resigned: You do, do you?

Roger: Yeah... so when we see Brian later, I was thinking, what if- you have all those gay art student friends, don't you?

Freddie: .... yes, darling, I do, but why-?

Roger: I think we should introduce Brian to them. So he knows more gay people. When we see him later, I could say I fancy a party, what do you think and you could say oh i just have some friends I want to introduce you to and then Brian will-

Freddie: .... why on earth- You think it's Brian!?

Roger: Well yeah, obviously.

Freddie: Why the fuck obviously?

Roger: Well it's not me, and it's not Deacy, and it's obviously not you, so it has to be Brian and really i've known him for 5 years now and the closest relationship i've seen him have is with his guitar so-

Freddie: -What... what... Roger, dear, what do you mean it's obviously not me? You haven't asked me. Why couldn't it be me?

Roger: Well look at you. You're gruff and manly and don't show an ounce of interest in other men.

Freddie, internally breaking: is that so....

Roger: And of course, there's Mary

Freddie, as if he's just remembered her: MARY. Yes. Yes. Of course. We musn't forget about Mary, darling, she's the love of my life... of a sort...

Roger: Exactly. So

Freddie: Listen as fun as it sounds to have a massive party with all of my gorgeous elligible gay friends, I don't think Brian would appreciate it.

Roger: Hmmm.... he is a bit of a wallflower, isn't he?

Freddie: Terribly. Like myself, sometimes, dear. Erm. I mean.

Roger: Low key.

Freddie: Er

Roger: Alright. I'll keep thinking

Freddie: You do that Rog.

Roger: hmmm

Freddie, to the ceiling: Listen here you transluscent old Bastard, you have done something terrible to me just because you want your house back, but guess what, fucker, it didn't work. Those boys are tying themsleves in knots over coaxing the gay one out like a scared cat and all it's shown me is if i said something, it would be okay. You hear that? It's okay. I'm going to be okay. *calms down* Listen, darling, i'm so very sorry you're dead. I'm so sorry you're so unhappy in afterlife as you must have been whilst living but your time came and went and this isn't your house anymore. You don't live in it because you are not living. We are. The landlady is at the end of her whits with the hell you've caused, and we've been her longest tennants. You need to find peace, dear, or just a better hobby. Because you've lost. So now i'm going downstairs and i'm putting an end to this.

Ghost, ashamed of himself, flickers the lights on and off to say he's heard.

Freddie: That better be a fucking apology

Ghost flickers the light again once.

Freddie: Once for yes. Good.

Roger: Fred! You joining us for late night scrabble?

Freddie: Yes, why not? First though I thnk you should know something.

Brian: Hm?

Freddie: It's me.

Brian: What's you?

Freddie: Me. I'm the gay one. The homosexual

Roger does a massive double take.

Freddie: Yes Rog, even though i'm manly and gorgeously butch and massively hairy.

Roger: Oh. I did mean those in good ways.

Freddie: Yes, I know you did. Anyway, it's not Brian or John, it's me.

Brian: Well, you know that's okay with us Freddie.

Deacon: I didn't care either way I just want everyone to stop leaving their underpants around everywhere. Wait a minute

Freddie: Hm?

Deacon: Ronnie! That's what you were on about. It's short for Veronia, Rog!! I did tell you.

Roger: .... whoops.

Freddie, eyes twinkling: Say Rog, I was thinking, maybe we should have a party and invite all of my elligible gay art student friends around. What do you think becuase I'd love the idea.

Brian, to Rog: You want a massive party with Freddie gay art student friends? How many? This isn't exactly-

Roger: It's a long story, let's just play scrabble.

Freddie, nodding to the scrabble board: Who's going first?

The next day, the water in the shower is warm. When Freddie gets out of the shower he finds a word has been written on the mirror in the condensation.

"Sorry".

#*Not that kind of story #But I was highly tempted to write but instead they turned each other on #Ah dear #That would have a completely different story #Queen #Not a fic #But not not a fic

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meonlyred · 2 months ago

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Finally got around to look into DAV, all I say I don't want to step foot into the tag again. DA fandom, never change

Braving than any US marine. I will never go into the tags. I get enough that leaks into my dash as it is.

I have blocked more DA fans in the past month than I have tumblr bots. I knew this was coming. I was joking with my friends on discord that I couldn't wait to block most of the DA fans. That the 17 of us on that server are the DA fandom to me.

I am going to use this opportunity to rant a bit. Sorry. I have been very good at trying to keep it all contained to private conversations. I deserve to take people to task as a treat. (And threat.)

I am trying to be as light one spoilers as I can. This also ended up being a fucking shit load longer than I meant. I just have a lot of bitching to say.

I have criticism for the DAV but they really come down to very personal tastes. For example, I miss DAI's tinting station for armor. I miss the Golden Nug so I can just have all the armor looks I want right off the bat. (But that was added in later DAI patches. I can't recall if the tinting station was too. It been too long. There might be hope for that.) I was also upset at how long the bug that kept resetting my Rook's appearance took to get fixed. That really sucked.

Besides that, there is nothing that takes substantially away from my enjoyment of DAV. It was another Bioware game that did that to me.

I thought the pacing at the beginning of DAV was way too quick but then I remembered how Bioware games usually go. Ostagar, Haven, the Citadel, and the Nexus is what I liked to call my Bioware graveyards. Its where all of my new characters go to die. The plot comes to a screeching halt at these areas. Bioware has always does good with their openings; action, intrigue! Let's go! But once you get through the flash opening... now wander around for a few hours picking up fetch quests and talking to 30 people all with so much dialogue to dump on you. Some of it is not bad dialogue but some of it is wholly unnecessary or way too much in one go. Like Varric's 10 minutes of "remember what you did in the last game?" Its bad when I dread talking to Varric of all people or just skip through his dialogue.

I appreciate the quick pacing much more on subsequent play throughs. It keeps me moving until well after recruiting Lucanis. By then its even out into a steady pace that keeps me engaged.

As for the fandom, which I hesitate to even call them that, because I don't think they even like Bioware games, has some of the most bizarre criticism. Again, I excepted it going in, but the subjects of their ire has me so confused and disappointed.

I have seen people saying that Hans fucking Zimmer's soundtrack for the game is bad. Which?????? No???????? Its not?

This song playing while fighting dragons with Taash has me so pumped. I want it in my veins.

The romance theme (that also plays at other moments) is beautiful and heart aching. Which fits the tone of the scene when it plays. The saddest banging ever.

And those Inquisition leitmotifs really got me good. Never thought DAI nostalgia would hit me so hard but here we are.

I have also seen people mad about the ending credits song. And I can't say that I'm not EXTREMELY fucking suspicious as to why they don't like the ending credits song. Is it because its R&B performed by a black woman and not sad indie white woman????

(But thanks Bioware for introducing me to another amazing artist to add to my collection.)

Another thing that sticks out to me is the polarizing topic of Mary Kirby writing Lucanis with the intent for him to be pansexual/demisexual. Which she didn't need to say that for me to pick up on it when I was playing through his romance. One of my most beloved OCs is demi. (And I kind of think I might be too. But labeling my own sexuality is something I really don't bother with.) Detractors seem to bad for ????? I don't understand know why. Because demi doesn't mean his romance with Rook or Neve is a chaste, no sex/little sex, relationship. They clearly fucked in the romance scene. The best way I can explain demisexuality is sexual attraction might not happen until a strong emotional bond it formed. Which is exactly how it plays out for his romance. It also explains why he won't romance Rook if a certain game choice is made. I know demisexual falls under the ace umbrella but I know a lot of people who have been wanting a strictly no sexual ace romance. So when the dev said there wasn't an ace romances, I think they weren't lying.

However, I also despise are the people who were asking Mary Kirby if Lucanis was a virgin. And I am seeing "Virgin Lucanis" tags on Ao3. And let me preface this by saying I visceral hate anything concerning the virginity of characters or people. Because I have never not seen it used as a way the track someone's purity or as a way to disparage them. Making them out to be a naive clown. Virginity such an arbitrary thing, a made up concept that people hang a lot of hats on. It triggers an immediate flight or fight instinct in me.

In my experience and the experience of other queer people I know, your journey to understanding yourself is not always a clear defined path. You experiment, you do things that you realize afterwards don't fit with who you are. Sometimes you know from the beginning, and yay, good for you. I am sure you are very proud you got it in one.

But sometimes you aren't sure you're a lesbian until you have sex with a guy and realize nope, definitely lesbian. Sometimes you think you are cis and try to live that way and realize you hate it. And sometimes you are ace and had sex and realized it wasn't for you. These journeys are just as valid an any other and there are myriad of reasons you make decisions that you do. My point being Lucanis can be demi but also not a virgin. It doesn't fucking matter. Running to his writer on Bluesky to have her tell you point blank that he is a virgin is weird and inappropriate. Stop it.

The handing out of "good stars" pisses me off. It screams the same kind of homophobia I got when people found out I dated a bisexual guy and "ew, aren't you disgusted he sucked dick before? Aren't you afraid he'll cheat on you with a guy?" This being said to my face when in the back of my mind I was thinking "I like guys and girls too. But you will never know that about me because now I know I can't trust you."

So why does anyone care if an ace/demi character had sex before? Why do you really care? Hm?? All I hear with people asking if Lucanis is a virgin is "ew, he hasn't had SEX before, right?! I don't want to touch him if he has!!"

This is an extremely sore topic for me because I additionally I grew up being told that my worth was directly tied to me not having sex. Spoiled goods and all that.

Virginity is not a real thing, fuck off about it.

And then also that Lucanis and Neve can start a relationship if Rook doesn't romance either of them. I have see the most vile shit about Neve because of it. She isn't stealing your man. No, Lucanis does in fact care for Neve as much as he does Rook if they are in a relationship. There is no such things as soulmates, there is no such things as people being "meant" for each other. Rook and Lucanis' relationship is different than Neve and Lucanis' relationship because shock/horror they are different characters.

As much as I do ship some BG3 together, this is exactly why I am glad Larian didn't do this. Not because I don't like companion entering relationships together. I love when they do actually. I just knew people could not be fucking normal about it.

Speaking of Neve, I never unfollowed and blocked someone faster than "Bioware is wrong Neve only likes women." Queer characters in media are only barely starting to catch up with varying levels of blink and you'll miss them quality. Neve is already a queer woman, she already is queer representation in media. This fandom is just so fucking mask off biphobic.

As for romances being "too short" in general. I know I am ruined forever by BG3's romances. I knew I would be, I curved my expectation accordingly. It also helped that I went back and replayed DAI right before DAV's launch. Replaying, I remember just how short the romances were. DA2 more so. DAO, y'all don't remember DAO's unmodded romances.

Okay I am being unfair with the DAO dig. The talking part of the DAO romances were nice. Just those cutscenes, oof. ME1 came out just 2 years before DAO and it's romance scene wasn't this rough. More fade to black was the right call actually. Bioware you need to hire Larian's intimacy coordinators please.

But it is true we have had 10 to 15 years to make up in our heads how these romances played out. Years of art and fanfiction to make us make it more than it was.

I was privately streaming my DAI with some friends. We got to the part in DAI where Morrigan reveals herself to the Inquisitor. One of my friends who was watching is younger than us. He was too young to play DAI when it first came out and made fun of who jerky the animation of Morrigan descending the stairs was. Another friend and I explained about how rewatching it now, we were both caught off-guard by it too. Because in our heads we remember Morrigan floating gracefully down the stairs. When in reality that wasn't the case and it was all in our heads. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug.

Continuing, I have seen some people mad about a character from the books who is in the game. A character who is corrupted by the Blight. Who does bad things. People are mad they "did this character dirty." You mean the character corrupted by the evil Blight does things that are corrupted and evil?! Did they expect being horrifically Blighted would make them good????????? Man, DAO/DAA ruined Tamlen and the Mother too, huh?

And this is super fucking controversial, I think having only 3 imported choices was the right call. I would have like maybe a couple more choices carrying over but that is neither here nor there. The choices in Dragon Age Keep were so fucking bloated is was not funny.

Quick without looking her up: who was Ginnis and why was there a flag option in for whether or not she was alive? Who was Ghyslain and why did it matter if he was told his wife was dead or not? Why was blackmailing Ser Thrask a thing? Has getting Cammen and Gheyna together ever come up? What about Athras' wife? What about Zerlinda and her kid? I don't see anyone upset that Ignacio didn't show up in the DAV Crow story line. Why were any of these flags there in the first place? Did the writers think it was ever going to be brought up again if you feed the prisoner the guard's lunch? Even looking at Dragon Age Keep and the wiki I barely remember these characters. There was no reason to have these flags at all.

Speaking of killing your darlings. No we were not robbed when we saw the concept art. Its concept. Putting all of it in DAV would have been bad. Sometimes you have to leave things on the cutting room floor because including is not worth it in the end. And use as players will never know why it didn't work out. Use the concept art the same way as the devs did. Its there for inspiration. Now go draw it or write fanfiction about it.

People like to say that choices in DA used to matter, no they did not and never did. How was DAI actually different if Hawke chose to support the Mages over the Templars? You know, the crowning choice in DA2? Was the mages stronger in DAI? No, Fiona tells you that they are losing the war. The mages didn't have bigger numbers. You don't get any kind of stat or narrative boost. All choices in all the games are a net zero gain. Aside for some dialogue flare. The world state does not change crossing from game to game.

I do like that call back as much as anyone. I liked Hawke talking about their love interest in DAI. But if I wanted to truly experience that romance I have to go back to DA2 and play it again.

I have also seen people bitching about Taash's gender journey realizing they are non-binary. I am sorry I have a hard time caring about stranger's negative opinions about it, when I have loved non-binary friends talking about how they were deep touched and got emotional over Taash's story. Maybe Taash's story isn't your story but it is someone's.

We don't have the token trans character this time. We have three non-binary character. One a companion, one an ally healer, and one who turns out to be a bad guy. Which is in fact okay to have villain queer characters when you have many more queer good guys. We also have two trans characters who play more than passing roles.

Speaking of "trans" is "too modern" of a term. Trans is a Latin word. Tevinter speaks pseudo Latin. Next.

I just do not understand. If year after year you get so fucking upset about Bioware games, please just stop playing them. You don't have to buy them, you don't have to buy them at full price. Just go do literally anything else.

There are games I was going to play this year then saw something I didn't like about them and went, I'll pass. I didn't make hating that game my entirely personality.

Edit: Oh I forgot "DAV isn't dark fantasy like the others." No you are thinking about DAI. DAI was pretty much high fantasy with a couple kind of dark parts. DAV has too much body horror and bio horror to not be horror. Giant cysts and boils of blight organic matter that infects people and turns them into corrupted zombie like creatures. How much corrupted tentacles, human centipede trees, people getting ripped apart, eye teeth, and literal bloodbaths do you need until "dark fantasy"?

#Red Rambles #Fandom Critical #I got more mean than I intended to here #But I'm old and tired #I am sorry that DAV is the worst thing that happened to you this year #Must be fucking nice #Will not be allowing this to be reblogged #Hate anons will be openly mocked #Bad faith arguments will be block #I don't have the time or energy to put of with y'all's shit anymore

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good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic · 2 years ago

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Sunny podcast is back after hiatus!

So many things were teased in this episode and we heard about some scenes that were never aired or featured on the DVDs!

Featuring...

Charlie on piano

Sun-damaged Glenn back from Hawaii

Complaining about 80s comedies, Three Amigos and Paramount+

Discussions about what works in film comedies from the '70s to early '00s and how sketches function differently

Brief talk of Mac's mommy issues

Episode chat

Premise of the episode came from Glenn watching "Intervention", a popular reality tv show at the time and discussing it in the writers' room, leading to Rob Rosell wondering what the difference between an intervention and a roast was

Gail the Snail was created as a pair with a brother Not Quite Right Robin, who was never introduced, as the Garbage Pail cousins in contrast to Dennis and Dee, the Cabbage Patch kids

Mary Lynn R was cast without an audition because she was a friend and she developed the character of Gail with rcg's notes in an unaired deleted scene shot opposite Frank at Guigino's before the funeral of Uncle Max

Nora Dunn who played Aunt Donna might have been unhappy when she came on set and realized how cheap and low-quality the show was

Marder and Rosell came up with all the insane quotes and concepts like nightcrawlers while writing this episode

Glenn and Charlie couldn't keep it together while filming the scene where Dennis writes Charlie's intervention letter to Frank but these outtakes didn't make it into the bloopers so we don't get to see

RCG were probably responsible for the idea that Dennis and Dee blame Gail the Snail "for making them salt her" (which is not a good feeling she's making them have)

They've previously mentioned the story of the reporter on location in Philly when Frank is doing his beer volcano bit, but in this ep they added that Danny got into an argument with her on live tv

Frank's volcano eruption was a nightmare for wardrobe and continuity because his beer gurgling was unscripted

[Talking about their shitty cameras] "We've destroyed our careers by presenting ourselves as clowns on videotape."

Season 16 teases

Confirmed that The Gang Goes Bowling was directed by Meg and shot in three days + one scene

It was a difficult shoot because of the number of side characters and continuity troubles during bowling, especially block shooting

There's a slow motion sequence in the episode which might have to be degraded to fit in with the rest of the show

Some colour grading/correction will have to be done on the s16 footage, which they usually never do, because they look red

Glenn was away for the first week of editing since he was at SXSW, sick and then on break in Hawaii, but he's back in now with his fresh pair of eyes

Charlie wants to add grain to the picture to dirty it up for the modern tvs and automotion plus

Return of a character from season 1 who fans have been asking about. Implied that the character was potentially dropped and hasn't appeared since season 1. Charlie's sister is the most obvious choice.

Other options include Mac's other gay cousin, any of the kids and teenagers from Abortion or Underage Drinking and Nikki Potnick, though she was mentioned again in season 7

Upcoming projects

Scott Marder and Rob Rosell are coming on for the S5E10 pod!

Glenn Howerton double feature on May 12 with Blackberry and Charlie's film Fool's Paradise.

Charlie only had Glenn in the movie until he did reshoots when he added a lot of Sunny cast. He offered Rob a role but he was busy. David Hornsby is also in it (not seen in the trailer).

IASIP season 16 is coming out in June.

In the meantime, RCG say to watch Succession and Tommy Boy.

#always sunny podcast #iasip podcast #tasp #iasip #glenn howerton #charlie day #rob mcelhenney #rcg #iasip s5 #the gang gives frank an intervention #megan ganz #66 the gang gives frank an intervention #speaking of s16 teases it also sounded like rob was saying someone called erin o'brien was going to be on the show #before glenn shushed him and they had a disagreement on whether they should spoil that detail #the captions weren't uploaded yet so I can't tell exactly what they were saying #does anyone know who this o'brien (or whatever he said) is?#sur rambles #sur

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Could we get descriptions of the human characters, any original designs, and any differences the animatronics have from canon designs in Home and when any appearances may have changed throughout the story? I wanna draw some events from the books but I'm kinda blind to character descriptions in stories unfortunately.

Sure thing!

Mike stands about average height and is of athletic build. Like, not ripped, but he runs regularly and stays in shape almost getting himself killed all the time. He has sharp, blue eyes and black hair that's usually styled to look a little unkept. He has a mild tanned skin tone.

Jeremy stands slightly shorter than Mike and also has blue eyes, and almost always is seen wearing his glasses. His hair is blond and goes to about his neck. He has a pale skin tone and his features are a bit more softer.

Fritz stands a couple inches taller than Mike and Jeremy. He has brunette hair that's kept short, brown eyes, and usually keeps some stubble on his chin. He has a darker skin tone from Mike- I suppose dark tan is sort of the best way to describe it. Mature but friendly features. Dips from having "worked all night" rings under his eyes to a "slept fine" lack of them, and back and forth.

Natalie looks pretty much exactly like Vanessa. I don't know how that ended up happening, but it did. 👀

Initially, Scott's physical description was kept majorly up to interpretation for the reader, but since then he's sort of turned into a brunette with hazel eyes. He has visible but faded scars on his cheeks and across his body from his accident. He lost his lower right leg and wears a prosthetic, though is usually covered by his pants. He frequently wears cardigans and sweaters, slacks, comfortable and soft clothing. He wears glasses when he works and reads, but doesn't require them elsewise.

When CGHA began, Scott looked especially weary and was taking poor care of himself. Living as a recluse and showing such by usually existing in a bathrobe and staying unkept. By the time of GHIAB, Scott is consistently cleaned up and looks healthier.

Louise stands a little taller than Natalie, usually because she wears heels. She has a soft, heart-shaped face and slender but curvy build. Though initially introduced with brown hair, she dyed it red during Halloween and has kept it that way since. She tends to wear skirts and dresses with matching nails and makeup.

Tabitha is a middle aged woman with short brown hair and is frequently seen with a 'I'm done with this world' look on her face. She has a heart-shaped face that matches Louise's, but not as youthful or full.

Chrissy has wavy or semi-curled blond hair and big blue eyes. If that sounds similar to Susie from Pizzeria Simulator, that was in fact another Natalie-Vanessa situation. XD Though Chrissy's hair is not nearly as curled and is more naturally tussled.

All of Charlie's friends stick pretty close to their graphic novel versions.

Gregory looks the same as in Security Breach and while Cassie hasn't appeared yet (in case you're curious), she will have her cutout design.

Ness is a pale woman with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She has body proportions very similar to that woman who's been running around in a bunny suit, which is probably a coincidence.

Okay, now with the major humans out of the way, onto the animatronic changes!

Marionette looks a lot like canon Mari. The only difference is that his neck is a little shorter- though later versions of the Puppet shortened the neck anyways. XD

Foxy looks relatively similar to Fnaf 1/Fnaf AR Foxy. The only difference being that as of the middle of CGHA, Foxy was repaired. He no longer has a tear in his chest and now has fabric over his hand, but still has his hook. Foxy has fabric lower legs and feet that he wears during showtime, but he takes them off when he's not on the clock. His shorts have been repaired and during work hours he can be seen wearing a green pirate coat (the pirate coat from Captain Foxy's Dark Ride in Help Wanted).

Security Puppet Charlie looks a little softer than Pizzeria Simulator Security Puppet. Originally she was supposed to just be that same one, but I keep imagining her with a head and face that's a little close to Mari's in shape, though still with the rounder eyes. The cuteification of Charlie.

Baby originally looked like Scrap Baby, but over the course of AFLH she was repaired. Having plates replaced and repainted to look more like a complete version of Scrap Baby. In GHIAB, Baby took down her pigtail wires and changed them into a low ponytail (to regain her own identity) and then began to wear a small hat. The hat is a refurbished Freddy had, covered in red crushed velveteen with an orange band and a feather, and is a gift from Scott.

Ennard originally looked very much like normal Ennard, though a little more put together. His hands resemble the ones from Ennard's Help Wanted cutout picture instead of the knotted wires like in Sister Location. At the end of AFLH, Ennard got shot in his right eye and had to replace it with a yellow one, with his left remaining blue.

As of GHIAB, Ennard was gifted a technician suit styled to look like a clown costume. Because I'm feeling lazy, here's the exact design from the chapter-

"It looked like the coat a ringleader would wear, though green in color and without coattails. Golden colored buttons lined two rows in the front, with a zipper hidden under an edge of fabric between them. The collar was a deeper, emerald color and edged with sequins that matched the buttons. The sleeve's cuffs matches the collar, but with an edge of a white frill lining it.

The pants had one leg green and the other yellow and were made out of a slightly stretchier material, but otherwise looked like normal pants. There were a pair of new work gloves and boots in the bottom. These were relatively simple compared to everything else, just forest green to somewhat match the theme of the rest. There was a velveteen red ribbon in the bottom, likely to be tied in a bow."

Balloon Boy is in the Little Joe body from Sister Location instead of his old BB body due to concept unification.

Springtrap looks a little less deteriorated than he did in Fnaf 3 because of the time difference.

The last notable animatronic change/appearance is Jake.

Jake is the old Sun. So, his body resembles Sunnymoon's except greyed out due to his lack of glow. Jake wears the Stitchwraith's mask, of which a lone blue eye peeks through, and his tattered black coat (which is often equated to a trash bag like material). Underneath his mask, his face is damaged from having parts removed. His pants are tattered and cut short, and his lower leg has been replaced with an endoskeleton one off of the old Stitchwraith body.

...And yes, that does look vaguely similar to Eclipse. XD That was another one of my patented random fnaf predictions, lol.

I hope that covered everyone! If not, drop me a line and I'll add more! ^_^

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