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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years ago

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Do you think Mabel gets too much hate? I noticed when a female character acts selfish she gets hated on but when a male character does the same it’s praised

We’re free to love or hate any character with or without reason. That said, I feel sad seeing Mabel hate and agree Mabel receives too much hate. I feel like the rhetoric claiming she’s unforgivably selfish is skewed. I think people have decent criticisms regarding Mabel’s character and how she’s presented. However, I don’t think they sufficiently describe the full picture.

Anecdotally, I don’t think this is a case of sweeping sexism because Ford also receives more criticism than I think warranted. My perspective on how much hate each character proportionately receives could be incomplete, though.

But anyway. Let’s talk Mabel.

First though: please don’t try to debate this with me. If you don’t like my opinion, no worries. That’s chill. I’m just not interested in using my recreation time debating this. Thanks! :) However, if you want further clarifications, analyses, case studies, etc. I’m happy to talk more, because this is NOWHERE close to exhausting my thoughts on this topic.

Mabel’s Selfishness: The General Critique

I think everyday anti-Mabel criticism tends to use points like:

When other characters act selfishly, they’re called out and the narrative punishes them. But when Mabel wants something, she gets it, and it’s a reward (The Deep End, The Time Traveler’s Pig, Escape from Reality).

Mabel never learns how to give up something important and deal with that loss. Even when she lets something go, it’s not something that would have been good in her life. For instance, her failed puppet performance is “dodging a bullet” rather than losing something meaningful, since Gabe’s just a puppet kisser. In the end, she doesn’t have to live with sacrifice (Boyz Crazy, Sock Opera).

Mabel even selfishly causes the apocalypse by giving Bill the rift. She’s never held responsible for that (Dipper and Mabel vs the Future).

The narrative reinforces that Mabel is a good person even when she’s not (The Last Mabelcorn).

People particularly look at Mabel in S2 over S1; many claim that’s when her character began to feel selfish and insufferable.

This isn’t everything, but I have tried to characterize the rhetoric fairly based upon what I’ve seen.

I find these discussion points understandable. Mabel can be self-focused and sometimes ignores others’ feelings. Alex Hirsch admitted in DVD commentaries that he focused on Dipper learning lessons because he put himself in Dipper’s shoes. And some of Alex’s writing intentions could’ve been clearer, like instances where the twins resolve conflicting desires. We could talk about how the show could be improved or the character is legitimately not-selfless.

At the same time, I think how fandom uses these talking points isn’t 100% fair to Mabel’s character or the show’s full narrative.

I want to point out that Mabel hate for her selfishness covers two fronts: one claim that Mabel is selfish, and another claim that the surrounding plot doesn’t handle her selfishness satisfactorily. I think there’s fair constructive criticism when it comes to narrative framing (even if I disagree), but I don’t think the same dialogue is good rationale against Mabel’s personality. At times I see the two concepts conflated. The narrative may annoy you if you think selfishness isn’t addressed in plot, and contribute to you disliking the character, but claiming “Mabel is selfish” because of that is flawed logic.

In this analysis, I’ll cover both fronts. I’ll tackle the four points I mentioned above and explain why I find them too harsh. I’m not going to cover all my thoughts (yes, my original draft was longer!!), but I will argue:

Mabel reverses her selfishness - and that’s the big choice sealing the climax of multiple episodes. She doesn’t get off “consequence free” either (Boyz Crazy, Sock Opera)

Mabel sacrifices for others. The narrative does show that Dipper and Mabel meet in the middle, not that Dipper feels guilty enough to ameliorate his sister’s wishes (Sock Opera, Escape from Reality)

Mabel giving the rift to “Blendin” mirrors Dipper offering a puppet to Bill. Both twins are emotionally compromised and believe they’re making a harmless deal with an inconsequential item. Neither would’ve made these choices in calmer circumstances. Sock Opera doesn’t have Dipper deal with his culpability; relax up on Mabel (Sock Opera, Dipper and Mabel vs the Future)

Mabel’s selfishness is addressed, handled, and resolved. The moral of The Last Mabelcorn isn’t defending Mabel’s goodness; it’s Mabel embracing imperfection. Mabel learns she’s a bad person and changes her perspective of herself multiple times in canon (The Last Mabelcorn, Lost Legends)

I could also have talked about how selfishness isn’t required to be resolved in her character arc, all the times Mabel does nice things for others, how she doesn’t always obnoxiously hog the spotlight, and other things, but I want to cap the length of this essay.

So let’s begin.

Can Mabel learn from selfishness if she’s consequence-free and never handles meaningful loss?

Anti-Mabel Argument: Circumstances don’t adversely affect Mabel. This means she never has to sacrifice for her brother like Dipper does for her. For instance, in Sock Opera, Mabel sees that Gabe is a weirdo over-obsessed with puppets. Her failed puppet performance was “dodging a bullet” rather than losing something meaningful, so she doesn’t learn true self-sacrificial love. Mabel never learns how to give something important up and deal without it. So, she never changes.

Boyz Crazy not only is an episode where the climax is Mabel learning to act against her selfish desires, but it’s got an explicit apology in dialogue. “I’m sorry I went bonkers,” she tells Candy and Grenda. “A catchy song made me realize that you were right. Can you ever forgive me?”

While Mabel has to learn this lesson again in later episodes, it’s to note: most GF characters are fairly static, and Dipper also has to learn multiple times not to hit on Wendy. Character progress doesn’t happen all at once. And in the next episode I’ll talk about, not only does Mabel confront her selfishness, but it’s the last time she lets her boy chasing impact Dipper. It ends after this.

I’m talking Sock Opera.

Mabel’s sacrifice in Sock Opera is big. She doesn’t get off “consequence free.” She decides to sabotage her performance before knowing Gabe’s a weirdo. Mabel is fully willing to lose her most viable romance option… for Dipper. She realizes her brother would be willing to give something up for her, and she’s going to reciprocate by giving up something big for him.

Mabel might’ve dodged the bullet of dating Gabe, but she still gives up something big and will feel it. Sure, she makes the puppet show to impress Gabe. But she’s also entertaining a full audience. She can feel the people booing her, see them storming out and leaving. Mabel is someone who wants everyone happy, so much that seeing everyone happy except Robbie puts her in Crisis Mode. I don’t know about you, but just because I saw some guy kissing puppets, I wouldn’t think, “Yay! I had a happy outcome to this play ordeal!”

Mabel VERY much says, in the dialogue, that her brother would give up something big for her. And that’s what her Big Choice comes down to. Every episode climax in Gravity Falls comes down to The Big Choice. Here, Mabel’s Big Choice… is to sacrificially watch her hard work burst into literal flames.

Mabel apologizes to her brother, “I’m sorry, Dipper. I spent all week obsessing over a dumb guy. But the dumb guy I should have cared about was you.”

In following episodes, Mabel does put Dipper in mind. She gets momentarily distracted by crushes in The Love God, but that’s in a quest to solve her own mistake - a mistake that came from trying to make everyone, from Robbie to Thompson to Dipper, happy. She wants to include Dipper, from the Ducktective finale to her birthday party planning mission. And if you’re focusing on how she teases Dipper, why aren’t you also targeting Stan, who makes the same action without change?

Mabel Hate rhetoric focuses on how Bill was “right” in Sock Opera and she still acts selfishly in the same patterns after that episode. But, the climax is Mabel resisting Bill and demonstrating self-sacrifice, and that arguably does influence her character afterwards. It’s one step in an incomplete process. She might not be ready to handle Dipper separating off with Ford, but that’s because her arc still isn’t completed.

We do see Mabel dealing with meaningful loss like the collapse of her puppet show. She does show sacrificial love for her brother. And, as I’ll talk about more, she continues to grapple with and grow in selflessness through later decisions like Escape Through Reality.

Does Mabel ever realize she’s a bad person?

Anti-Mabel Argument: Narrative reinforces Mabel is a good person even when she’s not. Alex Hirsch wrote with rose-tinted bias because Mabel represents Alex’s twin sister. The Last Mabelcorn showcases that. Instead of Mabel learning she’s a bad person who can’t receive a unicorn’s blessing… the unicorn’s criticisms against Mabel get nullified – the creature’s lying about Mabel’s impure heart. Mabel got affirmed for who she was rather than dealing with her imperfection.

First off: if you haven’t watched the DVD commentary for The Last Mabelcorn, you should. It’s a wild story how this episode got made. Alex Hirsch trashed the script of an entire episode 48 hours before it was due. He crunched to write a new episode - by himself - from scratch. So yeah. A few lines of final dialogue could’ve been tweaked to improve the message, but the fact he wrote as successful an episode as he did in that short of time is incredible. And the message of The Last Mabelcorn is there:

Mabel learns she’s an *IMPERFECT* person. She embraces being imperfect instead of groveling for impossible perfection and meaningless approval.

Maybe that’s not the “Mabel learns selflessness!” episode you wanted, but this is a fascinating lesson, and one I don’t see touted tons in media. I love it.

Mabel spends the episode attempting to be pure of heart through kind deeds. Wendy tells Mabel they should solve their problem the dirty way. Mabel keeps refusing until the unicorns anger her. This is the moment of triumph: she punches a unicorn. Mabel forsakes the route of “pure” good deeds to do what she first considered dirty. That’s the hero moment, dudes!

Mabel says the unicorns are “worse” than her, not that she’s good and they’re bad. Mabel comes out of the adventure declaring, “Today I learned morality is relative.” That’s because the episode’s climactic Big Choice isn’t about Mabel accepting she’s a “pure” person; it’s about Mabel accepting she can make “impure” choices.

Ford is the person at the end who tries to tell Mabel she’s good. But Mabel contradicts what he says with that “morality is relative” quote. What she takes away is that she’s imperfect, she can make non-sparkly-decisions, and that’s okay. She’s become more aware of herself and her flaws, but also accepts she can make choices others might shake their heads at.

So. Ford and Wendy might’ve called Mabel “a good person” in key parts of the episode, which is why I say Alex (not in a time crunch) could’ve considered tweaking lines to make the point clearer. But I don’t think the episode depicts Mabel as a selfish jerk who never learns her flaws.

And frankly? If I had to choose between a standard “you’re not perfect” episode and this? I’d MUCH rather have this, where characters learn lessons, but we also get the show’s humorous, slightly subversive, slightly truthful “anti-morality.” That’s a Gravity Falls thing, after all. (For other anti-morality examples: Stan saying Summerween is about celebrating “pure evil,” Mabel deciding it’s good to lie so Stan doesn’t get arrested, Mabel deciding being an asshole to employees is productive, etc.)

So yes, Mabel realizes she’s a bad person, even if it’s not in the way you expected. And that’s still not the end of her character arc.

Does Mabel ever sacrifice for others Dipper?

Argument: Mabel only agrees to leave her bubble after Dipper promises to drop Ford’s apprenticeship. This apprenticeship would have been huge for Dipper. But all Mabel “sacrifices” is leaving a fake world she’s hiding in, goofing around instead of helping people in literal Armageddon.

Much of Mabel and Dipper’s relationship is about how they’re opposites. We repeatedly see the best place for both of them is the middle. Alex Hirsch talks about this tons. Whether it’s perfectly implemented is a debate for another day. I do think these concepts can be seen even in episodes like Escape From Reality where there’s been criticism of narrative execution.

I’ve seen people say Mabel “gets her way” because Dipper turns down Ford’s apprenticeship when he sees it makes her sad. Hirsch has said in commentaries Dipper was making a mistake wanting the apprenticeship. Mabel wants to avoid growing up while Dipper wants to grow up too fast.

We don’t have to take Hirsch’s word-of-god for it: the story does show that Dipper was erring with the apprenticeship. Ford intends well, but his bias against siblinghood means he’s polluting Dipper’s values. He suggests that Dipper staying with Mabel is “suffocating.” He suggests that Dipper is “greater” and should be doing something with it. “Dipper, can you honestly tell me you never felt like you were meant for something more?” And later: “Listen to me, Dipper: this town is a magnet for things that are special. And that includes you and me. It brought both of us here for a purpose! Stay here with me, Dipper. Become my apprentice. Don’t let anyone hold you [back].”

When Mabel and Dipper make resolutions in Mabel Land, Dipper says he’ll drop the apprenticeship. This emotionally touches Mabel. But being emotionally touched doesn’t mean that’s WHY she makes amends with her brother. Instead, Mabel reassures him that he can take the apprenticeship if he wants. She leaves the choice up to him and is willing to let him live in another state during their teen years. She finds his needs and desires important.

And honestly? It’s Dipper himself who realizes the apprenticeship is bogus; it’s not because Mabel is forcing her brother to change. “Mabel, I thought you were living a fantasy, but look at me! I actually thought I was gonna stay here and be Ford’s apprentice. Spend my entire teens cooped up in a basement with a lab coat? How ridiculous is that?” He sheds the idea because he realizes it’s a bad one, not because he’s ameliorating someone too selfish to accept her brother leaving her.

It’s also to note Mabel Land tempts everyone. Calling only Mabel selfish when everyone else gets pulled in… seems incorrect. Bill considers it a diabolical, inescapable prison. People like Soos, Wendy, and Dipper who know it’s a prison get drawn to Mabel Land’s temptations. Heck, Dipper gets tempted with an old vice. He might have grown more mature, but that doesn’t mean he can’t trip occasionally (we can apply the same understanding to Mabel and “selfishness,” by the way - someone can both grow and keep tripping). Mabel, meanwhile, wants to use the bubble to help and comfort her visiting friends (which is, for the record, not selfish) and thinks reality should be avoided because both her and Dipper’s lives have been adversely affected. Dipper’s pain is important, too. Mabel has been in this prison longer than Soos, Wendy, and Dipper, and the prison was designed for her - ergo she’s going to be more manipulated by it. Lots of her actions are avoidance tactics because she’s scared of growing up, yes. The court trial is a lot, yes. But we should bear in mind that this is a child scared of growing up and feeling the burn of conflict with her brother. Emotional and psychological context is important. We all get vulnerable. Do our lowest lows define our entire personality?

When Dipper and Mabel make their compromise, both reject temptations. Dipper rejects a bad apprenticeship; Mabel rejects a bad reality. They offer each other solutions where they don’t get what they originally want. They meet in the middle, and this is the best way for both to move forward in the aging process. They’re both satisfied and confident with their choice. It’s not Dipper giving up everything for Mabel, ameliorating her because she’s sad. It’s about the twins learning they can make it through life together, through thick and thin.

Potentially muddled thematic framing does not erase the resolution the twins make. It does not erase that Mabel’s depicted as someone willing to give up major things for her brother.

Okay. But that rift thing. How can you excuse the APOCALYPSE??? JUST TO HAVE MORE SUMMER!?!

The point is that Mabel is emotionally compromised and outmanipulated.

She’s a terrified twelve year old going through a Very Rough Day. She’s terrified about the future, she’s learned bad news after bad news, and she’s afraid her life as she knows it will be wrenched apart. It feels like everything she loves - from her best friends to her brother - will be distanced from her.

Would you have handled this well as a kid? Adults have issues with this, too.

When she meets “Blendin,” she’s told that trading one inconsequential item will save her future. It’s self-focused, but it’s important to understand: she wouldn’t have made this choice in calmer emotional states.

Compare this to Dipper making a deal with Bill in Sock Opera. The twins literally make the same mistake for the same reasons, duped by the same villain.

Dipper: Decides to give Bill one of Mabel’s belongings, a puppet, without her knowledge. Mabel: Decides to give Bill one of Dipper’s backpack items without his knowledge.

Dipper: Irritated with Mabel because she isn’t helping unlock the laptop.Mabel: Frustrated with Dipper because it feels like he’s abandoning her to be “special” with Ford.

Dipper: This is an inconsequential bargain. Bill is just unlocking the laptop. He’s just taking a sock puppet - Mabel has plenty of those.Mabel: Nothing bad will happen. Just a few more weeks of summer. And she’s giving an item Ford allegedly won’t notice is missing.

Dipper: The laptop counter is ticking. Only a matter of minutes before the data gets erased.Mabel: Summer is ending in a week. Separation from Dipper is imminent.

Dipper: Not thinking clearly due to sleep deprivation.Mabel: Not thinking clearly, emotionally compromised from a walloping bad day.

Hirsch and company have confirmed that only this combination of factors convinced Dipper to make a deal with a demon. Mabel wouldn’t have shook “Blendin’s” hand in less severe circumstances. It’s ironic that, in Sock Opera and Dipper and Mabel vs the Future, rhetoric attacks Mabel in both episodes.

So yes, Mabel gave Bill the rift. But yes, Dipper jeopardized the town’s safety by letting Bill into his body.

I know that, at this point, people might argue there’s a narrative difference. Dipper learned from his mistake but Mabel didn’t. However, I disagree. There wasn’t dialogue in Sock Opera where Dipper explicitly confronts his transgression and works it out with Mabel on screen. Same thing with Mabel and the rift. I know fans wanted it addressed that Mabel started the apocalypse… and frankly I would’ve enjoyed that too… but it doesn’t make Mabel’s writing as a character suddenly, “OH NO SELFISH SELFISH! AND THE NARRATIVE IS LETTING HER GET AWAY WITH BEING SELFISH!”

It’s no different than how writing handles Dipper in Sock Opera. And again, give a terrified kid a break instead of calling a large emotional low “irrevocably selfish.”

By the time Take Back the Falls comes around, Mabel encourages everyone to work together to fight Bill. Mabel risks her life to save the town and her family. Mabel works together with Dipper and puts the people she loves first.

Lost Legends: Fixing remaining narrative holes

After S2 ended, Mabel’s selfishness is head on tackled. That’s the ENTIRE point of Don’t Dimension It in Lost Legends. I suspect Alex Hirsch read Mabel criticism and intentionally reacted through Lost Legends. In this story, Mabel acts out of self-focused energy and doesn’t realize her actions have negative consequences to others. It puts the Pines family in an interdimensional conundrum. Once Mabel runs into other Mabels from other dimensions, she comes to terms that she’s self-absorbed and needs to be attuned to how others feel. Mabel realizes she put everyone in this mess. She apologizes to her family and resolves to be better.

It’s great.

I’ve still seen people criticize it. And that’s where I think Mabel hate rhetoric definitely goes too far. I suspect there’s bias in how people responded to that comic. By the time Lost Legends came out, criticisms for selfish Mabel were rampant and people were set in their perspectives, so seeing a character arc about Mabel’s selfishness got unfairly nitpicky responses.

I’ve seen people say things like, “Well, she only learns when she interacts with herself, not with others!” But that’s a cool way of presenting story! Mabel sees herself in a literal mirror and takes away truth. Sometimes we don’t see our flaws until it’s right in our faces. This is Mabel’s in-the-face moment. The “I’m selfish” revelation doesn’t have to be with Dipper to be relevant toward how she treats Dipper. She takes away the full lesson she’s self-absorbed and needs to fix that. She immediately makes sure to talk to Dipper about becoming a better person. She owns responsibility toward how she’s treated her brother - and mentions the entire summer as the scope of her fault.

“I’m sorry for being selfish this summer,” the comic ends. “I guess it took me dealing with myself to realize what you put up with. It’s time for us to start some new adventures! And this time I won’t always hog the spotlight.”

There are other criticisms about Lost Legends, which I feel boil down to “I don’t know, still doesn’t satisfy me, not enough.” It makes me wonder what would get people satisfied. Does every possible angle of how someone could learn selfishness have to be covered thoroughly? No franchise can cover that scope. Isn’t there still lots of takeaway with Mabel? Don’t Dimension It alone is an episode’s worth of material, the same amount of content which most fans deemed enough to wrap up Dipper getting over Wendy, Pacifica being a brat, and Gideon being creepy on Mabel.

Mabel’s selfishness gets addressed, multiple times, and gets a final-final resolution in the comics.

Final Thoughts

I think it’s an interesting point you make, anon friend, that male characters get praised while women get condemned. I haven’t talked about gender aspects or other selfishly-acting male characters like Stanley (whose selfishness people perceive as lovable). I said earlier I don’t think it’s rampant fandom sexism, but there still could be a point there. Maybe you’re right it’s a factor. It wouldn’t be the first time gender perception’s done that.

I think there’s also point to be made that Dipper is the protagonist. Mabel’s a deuteragonist. It’s more common to write life lessons for the protagonist. That’s fine. Dipper learning more lessons than Mabel and Dipper giving up a little more than Mabel is a result of being a protagonist, not narrative excusing Mabel for her flaws or letting her waltz around scott free.

So yeah. I think Mabel’s gotten too much criticism for that flaw. Constructive criticism is almost always interesting in fandom dialogue, but rampant hate movements make me sad. Talking about how narrative structure could’ve been improved I find cool; pinning it on the character’s humanity bothers me. I think lots of the dialogue turns into criticizing Mabel unfairly as a person, and given as other GF characters have glaring flaws, it feels imbalanced and uncomfortable that SHE gets disproportionate attacks.

This is Mabel we’re talking about. Mabel Pines, who’s SO selfish she tries to rescue Mermando when that means she’ll never see him again. Mabel Pines, who’s SO selfish she knits everyone sweaters during the Apocalypse. Mabel Pines, who’s SO selfish she calls out Dipper when he’s leading on Candy. Mabel Pines, who risks her life in multiple daring moves to save the town, parachuting through the sky into the demon’s lair… acting as a decoy to distract Bill Cipher… and more. Mabel Pines, who spends an entire episode trying to make everyone happy, down to Robbie, whom everyone else didn’t care enough about (but Mabel did!!!). Mabel Pines, who encourages Soos to date women and find a romantic connection he’s satisfied with. Mabel Pines, who fights in Globnar and risks her life, just so Soos can have a happy birthday and forget about his dad. Mabel Pines, who decides it’s better to be friends with her enemy Pacifica than fight petty battles. Mabel Pines, whose love for her brother helps even the thirty year rift between Stan and Ford mend. Mabel, who couldn’t give up on Stan and found a way to restore his memories when all others thought it lost. Mabel. Fucking. Pines!

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sinfulwrites · 3 years ago

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Slashers reacting to their S/O calling them their first name again.

Hi!! I'm alive!

I bring slasher stuff this time. I was watching a tiktok trend where people call their partner by their first name and it inspired me to write this. Enjoy!!

Jason Voorhees

Don’t be alarmed, but you’re going to scare his soul right out of him.

Especially if you say his name in a serious tone, now he thinks he’s in trouble.

Near the beginning of your relationship to Jason, he always seemed to act very odd when you called his name. Like an alert dog who heard the heel command. Not that there was anything wrong with that, maybe a little startling at most.

It’s because he knows to listen if he hears his name being called, and before you were ever around, it would have been mama Voorhees speaking to him. And she gets his 100% attention. But you don’t know that, and he can’t exactly explain it to you either.

You started calling him a simple pet name at first, just to see how he reacted to it. Something as simple as “honey.”

He didn’t negatively react, but you also didn’t get that snap around reaction. Almost like a, “... Oh, they must be talking to me!” kind of responses. But he didn’t address you calling him by something else.

Little did you know he was gushing.

Jason loves nicknames! Even all grown up, he loves being called his mom’s “special little boy.” Deep down he was hoping for you to start calling him by a nickname, but he wasn’t going to ask you to. Then it’s not special!

And so, it became the norm. So much so that if you did refer to him by his name he’s immediately going to think something is wrong, or he did something wrong and is now trying to retrace all his steps up until now.

Will calm down when he realizes it’s nothing serious, but is now wondering why you didn’t call him what you usually did. That’s not my name anymore…

OG Michael Myers

Loooong stare down after you do it.

“... Didn’t realize we were back to that level, Y/N.”

God, Y/N, pick one!

When you first started calling Michael a nickname, he really hated it at first. His name is Michael. Not baby, and especially not boo. But eventually, it became routine. He got used to being referred to as your honey.

When you’re at the level where he tolerates your nicknames, you’ve definitely had a few arguments and disagreements by now. Especially considering who you decided to start dating.

He has now started thinking “Full name = Y/N is mad.” Now he doesn’t want to be called Michael.

And you’re the one who needs to pick one…

You can only roll your eyes at this point.

“Sorry, honey, can you please take the trash with you?”

He finally took the damn trash from you and continued on with his night to do whatever it was he did when he left.

Probably best not to ask.

RZ Michael Myers

Immediately stops whatever he’s doing and looks at you.

Will do a complete 180 if he has too.

What did you say??

Now, he’s familiar with what’s going on. When people are in a relationship, they use nicknames. His mom and step dad did. (If “Whore” and “Fucker” were nicknames.)

In the beginning, he didn’t like it, but he knew why you were doing it. He eventually warmed up to the idea of only being your sweetie. (But best believe if anyone heard, they’ll never see the light of day again.)

Like with his OG counterpart, you’re going to argue with this man. It’s inevitable. He knows when his name is called in that firm tone, you’re gonna get in a fight. But unlike his counterpart, he doesn’t always contribute it to you being mad. He knows what you’re doing.

You found out how much he preferred to be called a nickname and is now teasing him with his real now and then to mess with him. Consider it your little payback for always having to clean up all the mud he tracks into the house.

He has two usual responses. The stare before he just rolls his eyes and stops humoring you, now only responding if you call him “sweetie.” And the other…

“I’m sorry, sweetie, please keep your boots on the porch! I just cleaned the floors.”

He stares at you for a while longer before finally conceding and removing his boots by the door.

“Thanks… Michael.”

Boots immediately drop on the floor, door flung shut, you’re scooped straight up and taken right there in the dining room. On your stupidly expensive dining room table.

Hope you didn’t have plans later.

2018 Michael Myers

Today was a fairly simple day. Michael stayed home all day, just sticking around you a little more than usual. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He even let you lay on him as you watched a movie together.

Well, you were mostly watching it. He was just looking at you.

He always just looks at you. It could mean a million things, and he doesn’t plan to let you in on what he’s thinking any time soon.

When you first called him a nickname, it was like he wasn’t ever going to stop looking at you. He stared so long you thought he hated it, and almost didn’t do it again. He had been called many things in his long life in the pen, but you were the first to call him something as cute as “baby.” Loomis must be rolling in his grave.

Nowadays he’s used to it. “Michael” is now a foreign name to him coming from you. Sometimes he might ignore you out of spite because you didn’t say the right name. Oh but now he can suddenly hear you when you say “baby.”

Perhaps it was the tame atmosphere that made you so relaxed which caused the slip.

“Michael, are you hungry?”

At first you’re met with silence, and very soon you got a shake of the head. But not to your question.

“Don’t refer to me by my government name.”

It was so sudden and out of nowhere you couldn’t help but laugh. His tone didn’t indicate any humor, but you knew he was joking because he pulled you closer after he said it. If he was mad, you’d have been shoved off.

Now you’re in shock.

The Shape just cracked a joke.

Maybe his old age softened him around the edges. Maybe this was one of his special little “only for you” moments.

“... I thought your government name was a bunch of numbers.”

You were only met with a huff inside his mask. You could practically hear the eye roll too.

Unluckily for him, you just love to mess with him whenever you can. Unfortunately for you, you also forgot that he’s gonna punish you later for it. You’ll remember soon enough.

Brahms Heelshire

Immediate puppy eyes.

“It’s baby, Y/N…”

In that pleading tone, as if you genuinely forgot.

He didn’t think he was going to be as excited as he was when you first called him your baby. He had always hoped you would, but couldn’t get himself to ask you to call him a nickname. He couldn’t use the rule card, it wasn’t a rule, and you would definitely notice if he added it to the rules.

He almost cried when you did it the first time. He immediately asked you to say it again. And again and again… Until he decided he needed to hear you scream it. (Good thing he worked for it, if you catch my drift…)

Fair to say, it wasn’t hard to figure out he liked being called that. So, you referred to him as your baby. You saved his name for moments when he was throwing his many tantrums about something so small.

“First Name = In Trouble” formula again.

Especially if he genuinely did nothing wrong, You will have to reassure him about twenty times that he is not in trouble, it was just a slip of the tongue. You might have to slip a little more to fully calm him down… (Sex at 2 oclock fast approaching.)

If you’re trying to scold him though, that just might ignite his flame even more. “It’s not Brahms! I’m baby!”

He certainly matches the name… Thankfully right now, he was being good for real.

“You’re right baby, I’m sorry.”

He spares you the usual routine and settles with a long snuggle until he feels better since the two of you were outside. You were cleaning the traps, so you had to endure the dead rat smell for a little bit.

He’s lucky you love him.

Bo Sinclair

“Uh, who’s Bo?”

“Uuuh… You?”

“I don’t know no “Bo,” sweetheart.”

God, this man makes such a scene. Will drag the joke on way too long. It’s not funny anymore Bo, please stop.

He was probably the first one to start doing the nickname thing. Actually, he probably said “fuck no” to the first name basis very early one. You aren’t “Y/N,” you’re his darlin. His very special sweetheart. It was only a matter of time until you started doing it too.

It became a game between you two, with you insisting to “let it happen naturally.” With his brilliant argument of, “or ya could say it now.” With that sly grin and wink of his.

Unsuprisingly, it slipped out of you during sex. And you best believe he had you screaming it like a prayer for the rest of the night. (Poor Vincent.)

After giving in, Bo now pulls these moves whenever you say his name. Unless it’s in the middle of an argument. He’s too angry then.

After you roll your eyes at your ridiculous boyfriend he will scoop you up into his lap, kissing you from head to neck, definitely kissing your breasts before he teases you again.

“I don’t gotta remind you my name, do I darlin…?”

And very wisely, you shake your head no.

Vincent Sinclair

He notices immediately when it happens.

“Hey Vincent, can I help you out at all?”

You saying his name threw him off for a moment, but he brushed it off. It wasn’t too big of a deal. You don’t even notice what you said either. There was no reason to make a fuss.

Vincent was used to affectionate nicknames from his mother and father, so he was familiar with the nickname thing. Doesn’t make him any less warm and fuzzy inside when you call him “baby” for the first time. He can’t stop himself from pulling you close to him and bumping your foreheads together.

Every now and then it takes him by surprise when you say his actual name, but unless he knows he’s in trouble, he never points it out or brings it up.

Truth be told, you never did notice what you said because you got lost in watching Vincent sculpt his wax sculptures and helping whenever you could.

It sadly had to end though, you unfortunately had things to do. With one last hug in his lap and a kiss on his cheek, you part. Of course, calling him baby on your way out.

You don’t see it, but he smiles when he hears the nickname again.

That sounds much better.

Bubba Sawyer

You were rushing. Drayton would be home soon, and you and Bubba.. Let’s say, you forgot about the chores for a while. Now you were both hauling ass to finish cleaning before Drayton got back.

“Bubba, I need the broom please!”

He did bring you the broom, but you could tell he was giving you a weird look.

Oh, you have no idea how happy he was when he first heard “sweetie” leave your lips for the first time. He nearly scoops you up and twirls you around; he's so happy!

His favorite is “pumpkin.” It gets him a little more giddy than the others.

As far as he’s concerned, he is “baby, sweetie, and pumpkin” for now on. Who’s Bubba? Never heard of him.

He doesn’t even care if Drayton picks on him for the babying you do to him. It’s special between the two of you, and nothing Drayton says will change it.

“Thank you bab…” You noticed the look. You knew he was pouting behind that mask. Despite working against the clock here, you can’t help but laugh and hug him close, making sure to give him a big kiss on the cheek. He shamelessly picks you up and holds you close as you do.

“Thank you baby, but you gotta put me down, we gotta finish up.”

You’re both upset by having to part, but you both knew you didn’t want to be wacked by Drayton when he got home.

He’ll stroke your cheek before going back to cleaning, all giddy and happy again.

Thomas Hewitt

“Hey Thomas, you want some sweet tea?”

The cleaver hit the cutting board one more time before it was left planted in the wood so Thomas could turn and look at you.

By now you’ve realized the mistake, and you knew what was coming.

Thomas was only used to being called mean names his whole life, so when you start calling him something so soft and sweet, he can barely handle it.

The love he felt in just being called your “sweetheart” almost had him in tears. To hell with Hoyt and his teasing, no matter what anyone says, he’s your sweetheart. Your sweetie pie if you insist. You’re the only one to make him feel so happy with a simple nickname, nothing was ruining this for him.

Sadly, you two fight sometimes. Every couple does, and you two always make up in the end. This has got him into the mindset of “name = in trouble” though, so sometimes he’ll think he’s in trouble. The other times though, he shows off that sass he keeps deep inside.

“Sure, Y/N.”

You both immediately cringe, and agree never to do it again with some giggling and kissing. The sweet tea has long been forgotten. He wants something even sweeter…

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees #michael myers #brahms the boy #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #Hi I'm alive #I've had art block for a while #I also started a new job so I lost like 80% of my writing time #I'll pump them out when I can #I hope y'all like this!

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tomatoluvr69 · 2 years ago

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1, 4 & 22?

Song of the year?

I think my song of the year award would have to go to Coney Island Baby by Lou Reed. I discovered it literally New Years Day and it took over my whole entire brain body & being for six months. It was definitely more of a beginning of the year obsession, but no other song had me in its grip like this one. How lucky I feel to live in a world of songs <333333

4. Movie of the year?

I had to really think about this one!!! I don't use Letterboxd or keep any sort of list, and movies definitely took a back burner as I finished my undergrad degree & spent the summer backpacking...never quite got back into it. I think this might have to be a tie between Dog Day Afternoon, because it's fucking awesome, and All Quiet On The Western Front (2022) not because it was like a particular paragon of outstanding filmmaking (though the war scenes were pretty stunning) but because it lingered in my head for days upon days afterwards, filling me with a sort of unease and sorrow that rarely happens to me. I watched it and didn't think it really had an effect but god was I wrong-- so I'm giving it a tie for first because of that. The only other movie that I lingered in for days afterwards this year was The Northman-- which I didn't even particularly like, but I dwelled heavy in its setting for a loooong time afterwards. This answer is definitely biased towards movies I watched recently bc I cannot for the life of me remember what I saw before the summer LOL.

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

I went solo backpacking on the North Country Trail for awhile this summer-- I could try to sum up the way it feels to have seen no one for two weeks and pass alone through the most unbelievable Appalachian valleys, thick with mist & unbelievably verdant, turning a corner on the trail to be unexpedtly and unceremoniously met with some of the most stunning vistas-- but you'll just have to take my word for it. Other than that though I didn't really go anywhere whatsoever except for to & from college, and then around my city. But wait I also spent my Wilderness First Responder intensive training deep in an appalachian holler in the dead of winter-- that was absolutely STUNNING as well. so I guess the TLDR is APPALACHIAN WILDERNESS <3333

Cannot recommend it enough but you gotta have the chops; unlike the AT or something there was no one around except occasionally on weekends near trailheads lol

And some winter pics. Sorry for the pic dump but eeeeeeeeeeeeeee I just love this region to death

#asks #ask games #thank u <3

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jadelynlace · 4 years ago

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divine / Modern Ivar One Shot [Modern Ivar x F!Reader]

requested by: anonymous ask, and you can find it here.

“Ivar in a wheelchair (not complete useless legs, but you know, the usual that comes with his disease) has after a loooong time found a girlfriend and they're super happy but also a bit insecure about their first time together because of him being in a wheelchair and stuff. Both being shy but also super eager to finally sleep with each other.”

author’s note: I certainly tried my best with this, but as someone who is not disabled, or has any experience with such, I do apologize if I was unable to capture the essence of being in a wheelchair. in other words: it’s freaking terrible writing and I’m sorry. just above 1,000 words.

pairing: Modern Ivar x F!Reader

content warning: mentions of disability, Ivar’s insecurities and sex.

request are open!

✎

It took time, trials and fails, errors and patience. Even longer for Ivar to be more than shirtless around you; be more than covered. There wasn’t a part of him you didn’t know, inside and out, but he still never let you see his legs. No trust in himself or even in you not to laugh, not to pity, not to do what everyone else in his life had done; defining him by the one thing that didn’t make him who he is.

He was the last of his brothers to find love, it left him bitter watching them have families. Explaining why Uncle Ivar was in the wheel chair, using the crutches. He locked himself in a glass tower and he didn’t want to shatter his way out. And then he met you. Through luck, or the crossing of stars, the Gods answering his lonely prayers, he didn’t care to think what it may have been but you were in his life and there was a glimmer of happiness for the first time. Because you accepted him; even with the metal wheels that rolled with him.

You loved his arms, rippled and muscular and strong as he pushed himself, wrapping around you for embraces, always lingering on your body in some way. You never pushed him to do more than what he was comfortable but it was nagging at him—you could have anyone but you chose the crippled man in the wheelchair. You hated when he said that. And even you asking him if he wanted you like that, never seemed to dull the sharp end of this mental spear that you would laugh. Tease and ridicule him like everyone else.

Candles were burning when you came out of the bathroom. Ivar was sitting in the bed with eyes not unlike a young canine. He had the whisper of a smile on his mouth when he saw you. Dawned in a softly colored nightgown, laced details and silk to touch as you walked over to him.

“We’ll go slowly, and if you want to stop, tell me,” You tell him softly, hands molding the muscles in his chest as you lean down to kiss him. All Ivar can do is nod, voice lost and swamped as you crawl over him. You take his lap like a throne and you’re his queen, straddling him and there’s a gasp from Ivar as you sit on him. The soft smile graces your lips as you lean closer to him, catching his mouth with yours and you wait for his hands to take to their journey. Soft touches on even softer skin as Ivar’s fingers trace you, your body a hidden language, ancient or dead but he still knows it fluently. A gasp catches his ears when his hands grab your chest, squeezing softly and you feel how he grows from arousal below you. Rocking your hips on him and he can only give you heavy breaths as they pass through his chest.

With his lips on your neck you moan, a sinful noise that takes up space in his ears and Ivar grows needy to hear is again, fingers dancing along your spine, squeezing where your ass swells and leaving no part untraced. His eyes grow twice as you’re bare before him, even though he’s seen it, this time you’re even more beautiful, more angelic and he’s growing excited to have you in such a raw way. He swallows thickly as you move from him, slipping his cock free and he groans as the cooler air hits him. You’re salivating at the sight of him, long and thick in your hands and he’s looking down at you like it’s a dream. One too pleasant that he doesn’t want to wake up from, but your lips wrap around him and his mind goes blank. Utter nothingness as pleasure blooms through him while you sink down, swallowing around him and you hum as you pull away, slowly jerking him and his mouth his open. Dropped silly with a heaving chest and you check in on him and he nods, crawling back to his level with a mouth that’s rushed against his.

Ivar’s eyes stay locked on yours as you sink down on him, a low guttural moan ringing from him as you seat him fully inside of you and his head tips back against the headboard. You giggle some as he does, hands gripping your hips and you squeeze your walls around him to get him to look at you.

“Still alright?” You say softly and he nods. Through little flicks of your hips you work him, leaving no noise unsung as he stretches you, a delicious pleasure spreading and your thighs start to shake on each side of him. His thumb presses through yours folds as he rolls it against your bundle of nerves, watching how your body responds from his touch, and his touch alone and he feels the creeping of his first orgasm with you come closer. He doesn’t want it to end, the motions where you two are connected as he bares his soul on the floor for you to collect, putting his heart on a platter and you protect it, keep it like it’s your own and he’s falling for you. Ivar’s lips crush against yours as he tells you that he’s close, that he wants you to come with him and you can’t deny him that. Rolling your hips as you ride him and his fingers dance with your womanhood and he finally groans, shuddering as his arms are around you as he spills inside of you. Your own end right there as you fall with him, lips stilled but connected and in the first heavy seconds as the two of you come down you’re connected more than where your bodies meet. Hearts behind ribs beating for one another.

“Thank you,” Ivar whispers in your ear and you can only nod against his head. Tears in your lash line as he worships your body, the very ground you walk on as a high heaven he’ll never want to leave. Because you are there, and you are his.

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rukia-writes · 4 years ago

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Snk daddies react to a bath with their s/o? (sfw) like wholesome relax time after a loooong day 😚

I have done bath time with their s/o for

Levi Ackerman 🧼

Eren Kruger 🧼

I also went with a modern au 🙇🏼‍♀️

Stress talk, wine glass, mud mask, oil

“And the next thing I knew I broke his camera. But in my defense he was asking a lot of questions-“

“So you just tossed it?”

“Yeah, I did. So that will be in the news tomorrow.”

Reiner currently was a professional football player and was stressed from football practice and the awful side of the paparazzi, (Name) knew what had to be done when the stressed out football player came home.

A bath.

A (Name)’s day special.

Reiner had on a green mud mask, that was hydrating his skin, (Name) had massaged scented oil on his back and legs while Reiner steadied talked about his day while drinking a glass of red wine.

The whole nine yards.

(Name) felt it was worth it as the more Reiner talked and received his amazing bath the more relaxed he became, of which Reiner was grateful for. Another reason why he likes bathing (Name).

“Can I give you a massage now? It’ll help with my stress.”

“Sure, I don’t mind Reiner.”

Reiner watched (Name) turned around as Reiner wiggled his fingers with a smile on his face ready to help (Name) now.

“Your leg smells delicious.”

Kruger was currently taking a bath while (Name) was steady shaving one of Kruger’s legs and then massaging it with a cake batter body scrub. The remark made Kruger roll his eyes yet he continued to watch (Name) massage his leg. Kruger had come home from a long days work and wanted to simply take a nice relaxing bath, (Name) helped in this regard. (Name) was very careful not to prick him with razor, Kruger was tall so he had long legs. Now (Name) thought he had nice smelling long legs.

“Why don’t you try the mud mask too?”

“No, this is more than enough.”

“..Can I rub your toes?”

“My toes?”

“Mhmm..”

(Name) didn’t even wait for Kruger’s answer and simply rubbed his slender toes making quickly withdraw his foot as a quick laugh escaped him, brightening up (Name)’s day as it was the sexiest laugh to grace (Name)’s ears.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were ticklish. I’m sorry.”

“Toes are off limits.”

“Toes and armpits. Got it.”

(Name) gave Kruger a wink knowing another body part he was ticklish at, Kruger was a bit bashful that (Name) had found at that information as he was blushing a bit. None the less he let (Name) massage his foot without touching his toes, which was well worth it as the long days stress had melted away.

“Is the one Mike?”

“..No. that scent is too heavy.”

(Name) sighed while putting another scented oil back on the shelf as Mike started to sniff around trying to find a certain oil that (Name) wore that he really liked. Mike had return from work stressed from a long day work and (Name) offered to take a bath with him which he agreed to. Mike loved all the scents that (Name) wore but there was certain scent that he calmed him and he just really liked.

“What about this one, Mike?”

Mike leaned forward and sniffed the plastic bottle a few times and smiled while nodding his head signaling that this was the scent. (Name) was going to apply it but Mike intervened because he wanted to massage his favorite scented oil on his beloved..

and he did.

so while the (Name) received a massage that relieved all the stress (Name) went thru that, so did Mike as well.

“Be still (Name), or I’ll mess up.”

“You can’t mess up a mud mask, Erwin.”

(Name) chuckled in response as Erwin was heavily concentrating applying a mud mask on (Name)’s face while the two were taking a nice hot bath together. Erwin had a rough and long day at work, but the bath he was currently taking with lover was doing wonders. Erwin had on a green mud mask himself and he had shampoo in his hair. Smiling Erwin lightly tapped on (Name)’s nose and stating that he was done.

“So we are matching now?”

“We are matching. Now I’ll apply the oil-“

“No, Erwin I’ll rub the oil on you. The bath is to relax you.”

“But I want to rub it on you first.”

Seemingly, Erwin found it just as enjoyable to massage (Name) as he did receiving a massage himself. Sure enough, Erwin gave (Name) a pouty look with his beautiful blue eyes and pouty lip.

Which was super effective.

Erwin got his way and enjoyed massaging his lover’s back, melting away all the days stress he had been thru that day.

“(Name), did you order pizza?”

“I did.”

(Name) happily responded to Erwin while he gave a massage, Erwin secretly wanted put a ring on (Name)’s finger.

Zeke currently had the famous and stylish bubble hair and beard, with his hair sticking straight up. Resembling a Santa Claus.

“You’re the most handsome Santa ever. Let me take take a picture-“

“Don’t send it to Eren.”

Zeke simply responded as he looked at himself in the mirror examining his bubble beard and hair, saying “Not Bad.” Then before he knew it he saw a blinding light and looking to his right side he saw (Name) taking pictures of him.

“You only need one.”

“Something could happen and I need a back up.”

“Oh? Well in that case.”

Zeke then did one pose after another as (Name) then became a photographer. Saying “Lift your chin more.” Or “Handsome. Do another.”

Zeke had long forgotten about his long and awful day he had before hand as he steadied posed for his sexy photographer.

“Give me your foot.”

“No, you’re going to tickle me.”

“No, I’m just trying to make sure you’re clean. You washed my feet.”

The bath was a bit on the hot side as Levi managed to finally get a hold of (Name)’s foot so he could return the favor. Levi didn’t mind taking a bath with (Name) at all, in fact he rather enjoyed since it was a moment to really bond with his beloved. Levi’s muscles also thanked him for the needed bath after a long days work. The heat from the bath and the little massage (Name) gave Levi helped him a lot. As well as, mud mask that calmed him down. Supposedly, it was green tea.

“Anyways, help me to find out this song is (Name). The students keep singing it.”

“How does it go Levi.”

“..I don’t really know all I know is it involves a bucket and a mop. So, I’m assuming it’s for cleaning.”

(Name) tried to recall the song Levi was talking about but came up empty handed, so it felt like 21 questions as he steadied washed (Name)’s legs. Levi was so occupied with trying to figure out what song it was that he forgot about his stressful day that he had with his wild students, while enjoying the all the attention (Name) was giving him from the questions to asking what all he did that day, etc., even though Levi couldn't recall what song it was he still enjoyed the attention from (Name) while relaxing in the bath and that was all needed to make him happy.

“And thats when the brat hit him in the face with his foot."

"Levi never misses, does he?"

"Nope, not even as damn runt."

Kenny had finished one story about how a toddler Levi kicked him the face one day while he and (Name) were simply enjoying a hot bath together. Kenny had few beers before hand and was in a talkative mood. Kenny was resting his neck on a rather comfortable quilted neck pillow that helped with his stress from earlier that day and his neck pain.

(Name) was steady washing his chest and stomach off while listening to him constantly talk about his day, that is until the talking was replaced with snoring.

“Kenny? Kenny Ackerman?”

(Name) tried to wake Kenny up by calling out to him and shaking him but the man was sound asleep. Taking a deep breath (Name) knew what to do wake Kenny up.

“Oh no, we’ve been robbed and they took all the beer.”

“I’ll kill them.”

Kenny arose from his deep sleep half asleep still ready to fight as he looked around ready to fight whoever supposedly took his beer. It was only until he heard a chuckle from (Name). Sighing he rubbed his forehead knowing exactly what happened.

“Fell asleep again?”

“Yes, you did. But I awoke you sleeping beauty.”

The music was a little on the loud side as Jean and (Name) were singing to a song Jean picked out by a music artist he loved as much as Eren loved Beyoncé and that was Mariah Carey. Jean had to spend time with (Name) after an long and exhausting day in his college courses. Both were simply vibing to the music while applying mud masks on each other’s face, washing each other’s bodies with soap, just having a good time in the hot bath. This wasn’t the first time (Name) and Jean had taken a bath together, so (Name) simply picked up Jean’s foot as he continued to vibe to the music. The song that was playing “Emotions” by Mariah Carey and the high note part was coming up and as soon it came on (Name) gave a gentle scrub to Jean’s foot resulting in him giving a high pitch yell just like Mariah Carey.

The scenario was too funny to (Name) even though (Name) tried to stop the laughter, the laughs kept coming while Jean was blushing with an not so happy look, even though he wanted to laugh too.

“It’s not funny (Name). I swear if you tell anyone-“

“I won’t Jean, I promise.”

Jean wasn’t convinced as (Name) kept laughing resulting in him giving a little blush and a little pout of his lip, which then made Jean get a smug smirk on his face as he wiggled his fingers.

“Okay then, let me give me your foot.”

The laughing quickly stopped as (Name) simply replied with a “No” but that didn’t stop Jean from trying while more songs played in the background.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

#SNK Daddies x reader

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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I’m back! With more oneshot suggestions! Woo!

Please, if you have the ability to, supply me with alter brainrot. Here’s a basic plot outline (I always come prepared lol):

BadTimes has finally been banned. After years of antics with his counterpart, he finally stepped over the line. He doesn’t know what he did, all he knows is that it was too much. He gets dragged out of the void by EX and Hels, who also want to apologize to their counterparts. The three set out on a short flangsty journey of misunderstood-ness and attempts at proving themselves worthy of forgiveness.

;)

Now THIS was a lot of fun to write! Ended up being very long tho so I’m sorry about that, but I hope the quality is still good. I also hope you like the ending, even though it went off in a different direction than I originally intended :)

...

“He’s there! He’s right there! Just grab him!”

“It’s harder than it looks, okay?! Back off!”

He gasped as he felt himself get wrenched back into existence. Stumbling as his feet touched the ground, he pitched forwards and would have fallen over if he hadn’t been caught by a pair of strong arms.

“Easy, man,” came a British-accented voice. “Easy. Just breathe, alright? Breathe.”

He took in a few gulping breaths, his oxygen-starved lungs drinking in the fresh air, and closed his eyes against the dizziness that was threatening to topple him. He widened his stance slightly, his shaky legs strengthening by the second.

Finally, he opened his eyes and found himself looking at two people. One was wearing a familiar helmet and the other was dressed in full armour. They both looked almost exactly like two people he knew very well.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“You first,” said the helmeted one, identifying them as the British-accented one who had caught him earlier.

“My name is BadTimesWithScar,” he said. “You can call me BadTimes, or just Bad.”

Bad could see a spark of interest in the helmeted person’s eyes, even through the visor. “You’re GoodTimesWithScar’s evil counterpart?” They circled Bad, looking him up and down. “I guess I should’ve expected that, huh? Considering you look almost exactly like him.”

“In that case, am I to assume you guys are Xisuma and Welsknight’s evil clones?” said Bad.

The helmeted being nodded. “Sure am. I’m Evil Xisuma, but you can call me EX.”

“Hi, I’m Helsknight,” blurted out the armour-clad one. “I like rap battles and medieval-style architecture.”

Bad stared at him.

“I’ve been making him do group therapy,” EX explained tiredly. “He was utterly obsessed with violence and destruction when he got here. It got a little too much to handle after a while.”

“Speaking of which, where is “here”?” Bad asked, staring around at the blank world they were standing in.

EX shrugged. “It doesn’t really have a name. It’s the place I ended up after I got banned by Xisuma.”

“B-Banned?! Wait a sec…” Bad frowned as memories came back to him. “How did I get here?”

“Well, I pulled you out of the void,” said EX. “That’s where people go when they get banned.” They jerked their thumb at Hels. “I fished him out of the void too a few weeks ago.”

“I tried to kill them,” said Hels helpfully.

EX nodded wearily. “He did.”

“Wait, wait.” Bad stared at the two in shock. “Does this mean… I’VE been banned?!”

“Yup.” EX spread their arms wide. “Welcome to the banishment club.”

“What did you do to get banned?” Hels asked eagerly. “Did you destroy stuff? Kill someone? Try to take over the server? I did that, by the way.”

“I…” Bad hesitated, his shoulders drooping. “I don’t know.”

Frowning, EX and Hels exchanged a look. “How do you not know?” the former asked slowly. “Surely you must have done something bad enough to get flung into the void permanently.”

Bad shook his head. “Look, you guys are legendary on the server. So legendary I didn’t even believe you existed. Everyone knows the evil stuff you guys did to get banned, but I’m not like that. I like spreading mischief and pranking people. That’s what I exist to do; it’s literally what Scar created me for. So the fact that I’ve somehow crossed the line without even realising what I did is beyond worrying.” His eyes widened in fear. “Oh no, did I hurt Scar?! Oh no, oh no… I gotta… I gotta go apologise to him!”

EX caught him by the wrist as he tried to dash off. “Hold on, there. You’ve been banned, remember? You can’t just waltz back onto the server.”

“There has to be another way!”

“There is, there is.” EX gave him a serious look. “But it’s risky. Going back to a server you’ve been banned from can be more trouble than it’s worth. If someone sees you before you get the chance to talk to Scar… Well, let’s just say there’s worse punishments than just being banned.”

“I have to see Scar,” said Bad determinedly. “I have to find out what I did and apologise for it. Are you two gonna help me or not?”

After a moment, EX said, “I’m up for sneaking back onto Hermitcraft. I’d like to apologise to Xisuma for… uh… the incident that got me banned. What about you, Hels?”

“I just wanna have another rap battle with Wels,” Hels said.

Bad frowned at him. “Are you… you know… alright? In the head?”

Hels stuck up both his thumbs. “Nope!” he said cheerfully. “Thinking about rap battles and medieval-style architecture is the only thing keeping my taste for blood at bay.”

A pause followed his words.

“Wonderful,” EX sighed. “Remind me to join you in group therapy next time; it doesn’t seem to be working all that well. Anyway, time to sneak back onto Hermitcraft. Let’s get going.”

…

“Are you sure this is the right way?” asked Bad, unable to see even his companions in the pitch black tunnel. “Who even put this tunnel here? And where does it lead?”

“I’m not taking questions about secret tunnels and whether or not I know where I’m going,” came EX’s voice from the front of the group. “Something tells me the answers won’t alleviate your fear.”

Thoroughly unnerved by this, Bad leant forward slightly to address Hels, who was walking between him and EX. “Hey Hels, what are you gonna do when we get back to Hermitcraft?”

“I’m gonna apologise to Wels for trying to take over the server, explain to him that group therapy has helped me calm my bloodlust, and then destroy him in a rap battle.”

Bad sighed quietly. “Well… at least you’ve got a plan.”

“Up here,” called EX after a few more minutes.

Light was starting to shine through the end of the tunnel. As Bad followed EX and Hels out, blinking against the light, he recognised the place they had ended up.

“Wait, is this the Mycelium Resistance headquarters?” he said.

EX shrugged. “Don’t ask me; I’ve never been in this world before. I got banned on the last one and I’ve never had a reason to sneak back. That being said, what on earth is the Mycelium Resistance?”

“Oh, it’s a loooong story. But the good thing is nobody uses this base anymore, so we should be safe down here if we need to flee from an angry mob of Hermits. Which we will.”

“That’s the spirit,” EX responded wryly. “So which way out?”

Bad led the other two towards the giant hole in the wall. “We can get out this way. I remember Scar brought me down here to show me the excellent work he and his government buddies did at destroying the rebel base.”

“Government?” repeated EX confusedly.

“Oh, yeah, Scar’s the mayor. You didn’t know that?”

EX shook their head. “Like I said, I’ve never been in the Season 7 world. Not properly, anyway. Not enough to know the ins and outs of what’s going on.”

The group made it to the surface of the shopping district. Bad could see the town hall nearby. “Okay, I’m gonna go see Scar.”

“Good luck,” said EX. “I’ll wander around and see if I bump into Xisuma.”

“I’ll take you to his flower farm,” Hels offered. “I went there once to hide from Wels and steal some flowers. Didn’t work; he caught me and banned me.”

“Well, hopefully history won’t repeat itself.”

Bad left his new friends behind and headed to the town hall, keeping a wary eye out for any Hermits nearby. He didn’t see anyone around, but that didn’t mean nobody was there.

But thankfully, he made it to the town hall undetected and entered quietly. He found Scar just inside, polishing the diamond throne. The mayor glanced up, his eyes widening when he registered his evil clone standing there. “Bad? Oh my gosh, I… What happened to you? Where’s your hat?”

Bad’s hands flew to his head, realising for the first time that he didn’t have his hat anymore. “It must have fallen off in the void. Scar, I got banned and I don’t know why.”

“You were banned?! And you still came back here?!” Scar shook his head. “You need to leave before Xisuma finds you.”

“But I-!”

“No, just go! Before we get into trouble.”

“I just want to know why I was banned,” said Bad desperately. “Then I’ll go right back to where I came from and I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

Scar hesitated, a conflicted look on his face. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t actually think X was gonna do it.”

Bad frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Back during the war, I was under a lot of stress. I did things I’m not exactly proud of. Eventually, I realised that what I was doing… was making me more like you. I couldn’t handle that, so I went to Xisuma and asked if he could get you out of the way so people didn’t notice I was turning into you. I didn’t-.”

“Wait, wait, wait…!” Bad waved his hands to stop his counterpart. “Let me get this straight… You got me banned because you were afraid you were becoming evil, like me?”

Scar nodded slowly. “I swear, I didn’t think he was actually gonna ban you.”

“What else did you expect the server admin to do?!” snapped Bad.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry, Bad, really!”

“If you’re really sorry, then go to Xisuma and explain you want me unbanned!”

To Bad’s surprise and dismay, Scar shook his head. “I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but I’m the mayor; a good mayor now. A good mayor can’t have an evil clone of himself on the server anymore. I really am sor-.”

“Oh, stop saying you’re sorry!” Bad’s voice cracked. “I can’t believe this! After all these years of funny pranks and harmless shenanigans, you’re just tossing me aside?”

“Bad, you’re not harmless,” Scar snapped back. “You don’t realise it, but you’ve caused some real damage over the years. You’ve destroyed things, killed people, upset people, caused irreparable damage to the server. The only reason Xisuma hasn’t banned you sooner is because I kept standing up for you. Did you seriously never notice the fact that I was the only Hermit who ever had kind words for you? You never noticed the other Hermits glaring at you in the shopping district or walking the other way when you came by?”

Bad stared at Scar in shock and horror. “N-No, I… I didn’t… Scar, I… I never meant to cause bad things.”

“Your name literally contains the phrase “Bad Times”!”

“I-I can change, Scar!” Bad was almost physically begging at this point. “I can change, I promise! I can be worthy of forgiveness if you give me a chance.”

Scar firmly shook his head. “You’re an evil Hermit and you always will be. I’m sorry, but there’s no place on the server for you. Not anymore.”

Red hot anger started to build inside Bad. “No, you… you can’t do this to me. After everything we’ve been through, you can’t just decide I don’t belong here anymore!”

Scar took a step back, away from Bad. “Just get outta here before I call Xisuma to deal with you.”

Bad hesitated.

In the ensuing pause, a loud crash sounded from outside.

Seizing his chance, Bad snatched the hat from Scar’s head and dashed out of the town hall. When he got outside, he found Xisuma and EX locked in a battle just outside the building. Xisuma appeared to be winning.

Bad dashed down the stairs and slammed right into Xisuma, sending the admin tumbling to the ground. Before Xisuma could recover, Bad grabbed EX’s hand and pulled them back towards the shopping district.

“Where’s Hels?” Bad demanded.

“I sent him back to the tunnel. Whether he’s still there, I don’t know. Bad, what happened?”

“I’ll explain later.”

The two jumped down the secret entrance to the base and rushed back towards the entrance to the tunnel.

“Hey, guys.” Hels emerged from one of the rooms, holding an armful of mycelium. “They have purple grass here.”

Letting go of EX’s hand, Bad beckoned to Hels. “C’mon, we’re getting outta here.”

“Can I bring the purple grass?”

“Will it help distract you from, as you put it, your bloodlust?” EX inquired.

Hels beamed. “Yes.”

“Alright, then, yes. You can bring the… uh… purple grass.”

As the evil Hermits made their way back through the tunnel, EX eventually decided to break the silence. “So… Long story short, Xisuma didn’t forgive me. How’d it go with Scar?”

“Scar got me banned because he was afraid of turning into me,” replied Bad shortly. “And he refuses to get it reversed because he’s afraid having an evil clone whom everyone on the server hates will damage his image as mayor.”

A pause followed.

“Oof, that’s rough,” EX remarked sympathetically. “What are you going to do now?”

“There’s nothing else I CAN do. I’ve been banned and the only person on the server who might stick up for me is refusing to do so. I guess that means I’m stuck with you two permanently.”

Another pause.

“I didn’t even get to have another rap battle with Wels,” said Hels sadly.

“Hey.” EX stopped at the very end of the tunnel, turning back to face their friends. “Let’s all quit moping. We tried asking for forgiveness and it didn’t work. No more grovelling, no more trying to change, no more stupid group therapy. We’re evil Hermits, right?”

“Yeah!” cheered Hels.

“And evil Hermits want to spread chaos and destruction, right? We should be who we are, without worrying what our counterparts will think of us. They’ve rejected us, so now they think we’re no longer their problem. Let’s show them how wrong they are. Let’s show them how evil we can really be.”

“YEAH!” Hels whooped, his red eyes flashing dangerously. “BLOODLUST!”

“We’re not straight-up murdering people, though, Hels,” added EX sternly. “That’s not the kind of chaos we spread.”

“Oh.” Hels settled down. “Okay. Fair enough.”

Chuckling quietly, EX turned to Bad. “What do you say?”

After a moment, a grin spread over Bad’s face and he swept Scar’s hat onto his head. “I say let’s do it. If Scar says I’m evil, who am I to deny it?”

“Exactly.” EX slung one arm over Bad’s shoulders and the other over Hels’s, grinning at their evil compatriots. “It’s time to be the evil Hermits we were created to be.”

#hermitcraft #evil xisuma #helsknight #badtimeswithscar #xisuma #goodtimeswithscar #welsknight #long post #Vaunna writes

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blackberry-gingham · 4 years ago

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I just finished reading your Teddy!Beatles and Square!Reader fic and it inspired this prompt and it’s extra chessy cause cringe culture is most certainly dead. When the lads notice the feelings between George and the Reader but no action they decided to take matters into their own hands and set up George and Reader themselves! They phone Reader pretending to be George and ask Reader out on a date and similarly come up with a plan to invite George.

(Hey! This is the prompt anon is referring to!)

Lmaoooo I love it! Perhaps the boys should consider voice acting at this rate 😂😂 Also, sorry this took sooooo loooong btw 💀💀 I’m trying to do follow up requests like these first from now on so things make more sense on the time line skskssk

I just hope the wait was worth it, and thank you for the request! Enjoy!

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It's been a few weeks now since the big gig break out, and all went according to plan... The gig was a smash hit of course, and to top that off, neither you nor the boys were caught for skipping.

But in the meantime, something... interesting, has been going on between you and George.

Stealing glances. Shy giggling. Sitting beside each other at your lunch table. Walking home together after school...

It's obvious to the three of them that there's a match to be made here. George is one of the lads and well, they've known you long enough to know that the two of you'd be good together. So naturally they've been waiting for George to make a move at lunch or school. Or even, just to be surprised one day with the big news!

But they wait. And wait. And wait.... Nothing.

And after yet another day at lunch with nothing more then some shy glances and a half hearted flirtation that didn't translate as such... John pulls Paul and Ringo aside for a talk.

"This had better be worth it Lenny, if get late to class one more time i-"

"Yeah yeah, of course- Anyway... I can't be the only one here who sees what's happening with George and square, right?"

Paul and Ringo nod.

"Good, cause I'm sick of it! I say, we need to help them along..."

"And how do you propose that..."

"... I don't know, bu-!"

Paul rolls his eyes and walks off. He really can't be late again...

"Wha- Now hold on Paulie, we're supposed to brainstorm!", John jogs after Paul, leaving Ringo to catch up. But, while those two bicker on their way to class, the gears start turning in Ringo's mind...

Later, after school is out and you and George have spilt off, Ringo shares his plan. "So uh, I was thinking..."

"Well, first time for everything..."

John elbows Paul in the ribs, "Go on Ringo!"

"Well, you know how last time we got square out of school with that call? Well... What if we use that same trick and get the two of 'em out on a date!"

"Now that's just plain stupid! We got lucky pulling that trick last time, there's no way we can get away with it twice. And Anyway, how is this even supposed to wo-?"

"Oh shut up Paul! This is brilliant! Listen here, we'll call square, pretending to be George right? We, as George, pick a time and place to meet, then all we have to do is make sure we bring George to the same spot, and boom! Bob's your uncle!"

Ringo nods excitedly, while Paul stands silently with a sour face. It could work... but he has pretty high doubts.

Later that week, the lads wait until they know George is occupied somewhere else, and not with you to make their move. Today he's in town helping his mum, and you're at home diligently doing your homework.

John rubs his hands together and approaches the phone, "Alright mates, I'll go si-"

"What? But you went last time! Besides, it was my idea!", Ringo cuts in and takes a few steps towards the phone himself.

Paul gives an exasperated sigh and snatches the phone off the hook, "Are you two kidding? With those big hooters? You know square isn't deaf, yeah? The whole point is to sound like George, you clods!"

"Oh... Yeah...", Ringo looks as though he'd forgotten that little detail, while John claps a hand to his nose.

Paul dials your number and it begins to ring.

"It's not big!", John retorts.

"Is too!", Paul puts a hand over the speaker and whisper yells back, before shushing the two quickly.

"Hello?"

Right before their very eyes, Paul seems to become a different person. He leans on the wall casually, and in a scarily good George impression, Paul responds, "Hey square! Whatcha doing?"

"Who-? Wait a minute.. Sorry, I think my phone is acting up, you sound a bit off... But anyway, hi Georgie!”

Paul must be dreaming, it can’t be this easy. He’ll never hear the end of it from John...

“Just finishing that chemistry work I was helping you with yesterday. Oh, I meant to ask! How'd that do for you? I was worried I was going to fast..."

Paul manages to shake himself out of his daze, keeping up the charade without a hitch, "No no! It went fine, thanks!"

"Oh good! Anyway, did you need anything? I thought you were out in town today?"

"Uh, there was a change in plan! Yeah, and with all the free time, it got me thinking... Would you like to um, meet up?"

John clenches and bares his teeth, making a severe face at Paul, "You're blowing it"

Paul makes a face back, demanding silence, while you ask if he needs more homework help tonight. "No no, I mean like... Maybe as a date, you know?"

You gasp, "Oh George I'd love to! Do you have a where and when in mind?"

Paul suspends his disbelief once more and turns to the lads for ideas. Ringo holds an imaginary ice cream cone and licks it furiously a few times, while John mouths the word "Saturday" and holds up two fingers.

"Uh, how about Mr Whippys... Saturday at 2?"

"Sounds great, I'll be there!"

"Great! S-see you then!"

You say your goodbyes and Paul hangs the phone it's receiver. Either he’s really good at impersonating George, or he needs to have a talk with you about gullibility…

"Does George know you can do that?"

"Yeah, could've fooled me even", Ringo marvels.

"Thanks, I thought I did a right good job too... and anyway, square seemed convinced, eh?"

The other two nod in agreement. "Now uh, how do we get George?"

The three are silent for a moment, then John smiles deviously, "Not to worry lads, I think I have a plan..."

Luckily, George is kept in the dark on his friend's shenanigans and Saturday arrives the next morning. All four teds walk down the sidewalk in town, and as far as George knows, this is just some guy time with the lads.

They chat and joke all the way till they reach the top of the hill with Mr Whippys just over the crest. And right on schedule, you’re waiting patiently outside the double glass doors. Time to execute the plan...

John breaks up the chatter with a loud voice, “Hey George, look, it’s square!”, he points right at you in a grand gesture to snare George’s attention.

George perks up, “Really? Oh, so it is!” In what could possibly be a subconscious effort, he straightens his leather jacked then licks his hand and runs it over his pompadour.

Trying very hard not to groan at his love sick friend, Paul gives George a hard shove in your direction, making him stumble several steps forward. “Hey! What wa-?”, but when he turns around to look, the other three have vanished into an alley way like thieves in the night.

Of course, with all the noise, you spot George at last and walk over briskly, “George! There you are!” You look fantastic, all done up and ready for a proper night about town. George’s heart feels as though it’s about to beat out of his chest at the sight of you.

He takes a gulp of air, “H-here I am?”

“Yes silly! For our date!”, you take his hand, and if George though his heart was beating hard before, now it feels set to burst. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”, you tease, as you walk to the ice cream parlor together.

“Our... date... I, um”, George throws a few looks over his shoulder, just barely catching sight of his three mates. Ringo and John snicker while Paul gives him an exaggerated wink and a thumbs up. George looks back at you, and sees the utter joy written in your eyes as you glance over at him.

It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together... He doesn’t know how they pulled this off, but that’ll have to be saved for later.

George takes a breath and smiles confidently back as he grips your hand properly, “Course I didn’t forget! There’s nowhere I’d rather be...”, he gives you a wink and your hand a little squeeze before he releases you to open the door. You give a shy giggle and thank him.

Before George follows you in, he takes one last look at the others. They’re out on the sidewalk now, high fiving each other, while John appears to be bragging. At George’s staring, they stop. George smiles gratefully and gives his friends a little salute as they whoop and cheer him on.

Their shouts follow him into the parlor until the glass seals them out.

He couldn’t ask for better mates.

#the beatles #george harrison x reader #teddy!beatles #teddy!george #highschool au

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miraculouscontent · 4 years ago

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Ask Explo--

...you know what, you’re right. Name change effective immediately.

Askplosion #10:

(unrelated to everything by the way but I DEMAND THE ANON WHO MENTIONED “REMARRIED EMPRESS” A WHILE BACK COME FORTH AND ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES. IT’S SO GOOD BUT IT’S UNFINISHED AND I’M HOOKED, HOW DARE YOU)

Asks responding to previous posts:

It’s okay! I figured that was what it was but it’s been so loooong.

Ah, wow.

Um, that’s definitely not a part 2; I think that’s more like a four-parter/five-parter or something.

Sorry! No can do!

That’s totally fair!

I think the reason I so quickly agreed with it is like--

I’ve been watching the Inuyasha sequel and it’s not like I don’t think the narrative’s apparent punching bag Moroha (who is fourteen years old) shouldn’t be punished when she does something wrong/sneaky/manipulative, but they punish her as if she’s Miroku (who was eighteen years old).

Basically, I want the punishment to take the age into account, or at least only affect Marinette on a more personal level and not be “Heart Hunter” where they take totally understandable feelings of heartache (remember, it wouldn’t have mattered which miraculous she took because Hawk Moth got the Miracle Box and Fu regardless; even beyond her emotions, I feel like she chose the best option available to her considering which temps she knew the location of) and then punish her for them by memory wiping Fu and taking away all of her temps and giving Hawk Moth the grimoire translation.

Yes!! I really wanted to respond to this one, thank you! (It’s this one and then there was another one talking about Luka and Adrien, then talked to me about how I refer to Luka as “soft” but not in a bad way; I unfortunately don’t remember the whole thing.)

Ahaha, and yeah, I feel you. Anti-salters are a very strange conundrum I still haven’t figured out; like, I get not liking salt, but...

I mean, when I don’t like certain content, I just blacklist it. If I end up seeing it anyway due to cross-tagging or a lack of tagging, then I just blacklist the person themself. You won’t see me going after people for that very reason; I only see what people send/ask me if it’s content I don’t like.

I’m glad you’ve found some peace in this blog! Hopefully it continues to be that way for you in the future!

(and yay, a fellow INTJ!!)

New Asks:

There are female writers? ;P I just assumed they were all locked in a closet until the male ones were like, “okay, pretend to help us here, we need one female writer to claim girl power.”

As for Ladybug all like, “Cute, isn’t she?” I think it was rhetorical (she could also be messing with him but “Glaciator” tells us that she didn’t know he crushed on her so who knows). The writers do this thing where Marinette is all panic-y and occasionally self-conscious as herself, but then as Ladybug, she suddenly gets a bit of an ego. I think it’s meant to be there in order to make Chat Noir look less... idk, “obnoxious” when he starts boosting his own ego; trying to balance the two by giving them both big heads, so to speak.

Honestly, I feel like Adrien needs less screen time. :|

Even when he’s not on-screen, characters are usually talking about him, or you see his face in Marinette’s room/somewhere in Paris. I’m become so jaded by the guy that I don’t even think it’d matter if they remade the series and gave it a “totally good and interesting Adrien.” That’s how badly the show has made him out for me; “Adrien Agreste” the character is just... sigh, I’m so done with him.

And yeah, this whole idea about, “Marinette is [x], we need more AAAAAADRIEN!” comes off really bad, lol, especially when Adrien has very little going for him.

(this ask ends off like there should be a part 2 but there isn’t one in my inbox, so sorry if there’s meant to be something else!)

The exact lyrics according to the wiki:

My wish for a cat who's in love, with our own Ladybug. Is that he'll get what he's always wanted! She doesn't know she loves him, only sees Adrien, But Christmas miracles always happen!

Yeah, especially nowadays, those lines bothers me. Not only does it imply “true selves,” but that it’s Chat who should be getting what he always wanted and Ladybug is the one with a problem.

Like, excuse me?

Probably Stormy Weather, even in the first episode. Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn’t even touch her until they arrived on top of the TV station.

+ With all those effects and shots, it made it feel more action-y than typical episodes.

Marinette, Aurore, Luka, Anarka, Jagged...

basically any name that I haven’t really heard before (”Luka” makes me think of Vocaloid but the Luka there was female), or a name that relates a lot to the character (like “Aurore” for “aurora” since she loves weather things).

dfjbghfkdgfdgnjfdg this anon really like, “I NEED ANSWERS!!!”

It’s as if these characters hit 18 or something and just grow overnight, I swear. I’m hypothetically fine with some more variety in character height (it’s not like the show tries to be realistic, after all), but maybe don’t give us official heights if they’re gonna be this weird/inaccurate.

Especially when they change it just for the sake of a shot anyway. If you watch “Simon Says” when Ladybug and Adrien stand next to each other while looking at the picture of Adrien’s mother, the very next close-up has an obvious difference in their heights from what you just saw.

They’re 3D models!!! This shouldn’t happen!

I... honestly never thought of the “less threatening” thing! Dang!

And yeah, Marinette isn’t helpless or incompetent, but because of the Adrien crush, it makes her that way at times since she’s always falling on him and--

...ugh, actually, yeah, don’t wanna think about those implications. Hard pass.

Gross.

I’m not familiar with that one, though Astruc deletes his tweets all the time (there was one tweet where he confirmed that Luka was poor and it only exists in screenshots now because it didn’t get archived and he deleted it almost like he realized that he was pointing out the blatant classism in the show, oops).

Yeah though, I haven’t seen anything like what you’re describing. Sorry!

It’s okay! Sorry for having you clarify but him choosing and Marinette deciding to never give it back are very different things.

I don’t recall Chat Noir having much purpose in the final fight (in terms of both contributing and actual fighting; I know Cataclysm broke the object to release the akuma but was it needed?) so Marinette might either go cat-less or get a temp. Plagg could also be helpful in his own right because he’s small and blends in with the night, so he could hypothetically sneak up on the bad guy.

Afterwards, there’d need to be a new cat, but Adrien would also have to reconsider his actions and really think about what happened. I could also see Plagg going to Adrien’s house, half to apologize for giving the idea to Adrien that Adrien leave without telling Ladybug, but also half to call him out for giving up without consulting anyone. Adrien is a lot of conflicting things (see Adrien’s passivity compared to Chat Noir’s recklessness) so he’d have to find a middle ground within himself.

Marinette might carry Plagg around in her purse for a while and let Plagg have a say in who he goes to. Plagg might grieve for a bit over not having Adrien around (even if Adrien was flawed, Plagg didn’t ask for any of this so Marinette is doing her best here).

O-oh.

That’s always the rough patch with “endgame ships.” Once it’s obvious to the audience that they’re endgame, no more effort needs to be put into them.

The other thing too is how Kagami, for example, is friends with Marinette. Even once Adrimi sinks, she’ll presumably stay friends with her. Luka, meanwhile, is Juleka’s brother.

They have lives outside of their love interests. Adrien is so into Ladybug that he doesn’t have that; I mean, Nino is Adrien’s best friend like once in a blue moon.

The entire class is just watching an episode and then calling on raised hands to answer what was wrong with what they just watched.

“Everything?”

“I mean, yes, but I’m sorry, you have to be more specific to get credit.”

I think Aeon herself is fine. It’s mostly just her transformed and that transformed name that I have a problem with (she doesn’t even look uncanny so I don’t get it). I heard there was something wrong with the name “Aeon” but searching the name doesn’t give me anything I would qualify as such so I have no idea. I just wish she was given a little less “I’m programmed to--” (makes her seem less sentient) and more “[anything that doesn’t have to do with pushing the love square]” because I feel like they might’ve done the latter to make her more “likable”? I think fans of anything usually like the “matchmaker” character provided it’s for a ship they like. Also strange that they make her a robot but Max and Markov don’t extensively interact with her, but that’s a nitpick and not a criticism of her character.

...I’m rambling, my bad lol.

(Ohhh, she was supposed to be a mummy? Like, foreshadowing her “dying”?? That went right over my head but I guess that’d be where the name Uncanny Valley came from? No clue.)

Best case scenario is probably the middle or the end of Season 4.

And yeah, it really doesn’t matter to me what they do with the love square. Marinette had gone through too much suffering and the show goes out of its way to show how much stress Marinette is being put under (and also keeping Luka away during episodes like “Gamer 2.0″ even when it makes sense for them to be there, as if trying to make sure Marinette doesn’t have enough moments with him to forget Adrien).

Like, ah, yes, I totally believe that Marinette is in a position where she can make reasonable decisions about her love life while all circles of her life are on fire.

If the Sonic movie of all things can have an interracial couple, there’s no reason why this show can’t, just saying.

And, even with Marinette, she’s white-passing (according to what basically everyone says, I’m really awful about recognizing race so this isn’t my field; I wasn’t aware that Ondine was Asian, for example).

Does Nadja count? Manon’s dark-skinned (I’m still not over the fact that all the kids in this show are dark-skinned; it’s not like it’s a problem from a representation standpoint - though all the kids are also all generically bratty/whiny so there’s that - but the percentages in this show are weird) while Nadja is really light-skinned, meaning either a dark-skinned husband or Manon is adopted.

Though I guess the problem then is that we don’t know, so there’s no established couple there.

Non-Miraculous Asks:

w-who gave you the right to say such things????

Uhhhh, that might be too broad of a question, I’m sorry!

I know this isn’t satisfactory, but I will say that my favorite genre is Fantasy/Romance (it’s why I adore Red Shoes so much; by the way, an anon asked for my opinion on that a while back and I will get to it! I’d need to watch it again to get screenshots) and my least favorite is probably Tragedy/Horror.

I don’t think I’ve watched enough to really be able to say? I’ve kind of been all over but I’ve never fully gone through any of them outside of Miraculous. I’ve seen bits of Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Star VS the Forces of Evil (don’t know if that counts), and I meant to watch Yuki Yuna is a Hero but never got around to it. I saw the entirety of Puella Magi Madoka Magica but you guys know how I feel about that one.

Maybe Cardcaptor Sakura by default then? It was definitely not perfect but I liked some of the character dynamics (I also have a clipcut of it - basically where I go through a series/movie and cut out parts I don’t like so it’s only good stuff - so I’m cheating a little) and the male love interest was a tsundere type that I actually ended up liking, which is really rare.

!!! That sounds sweet~ I know Sailor Moon is popular so I’ll definitely take your word for it on that one.

I would also accept a “reincarnated”/”destined lovers” trope if maybe the ship themselves are the one who set it up in the first place. I have a Lukanette AU, for example, where they basically got together and then prayed to the shrine of the renewal god that they’d “always be together,” which ended up allowing them to reincarnate over and over (as if they set up their own soulmate AU ;P) and continuously find each other.

Though I guess that’s not technically a “meant to be trope,” but still, it’s a form of it but where it was totally consensual on both sides.

Also, I finally thought of a show that ended with the ship I wanted: Gargoyles. I didn’t see the entire series, mind you, but I saw most of it and Goliath and Elisa were just... quality, I adored them.

+ With Beauty and the Beast being my favorite Disney movie, they fit right in with my tastes.

I forget that AangToph (I think the “official” name for the ship is Taang, but don’t quote me on that) exists sometimes, maybe because I’ve never shipped Aang with anyone; I’ve got no problems with the ship though.

Ugh, and this is what I mean when I talk about people who set up these reasons behind people shipping something based on what they saw a few people do. It’s like, “you only ship Adrimi/Lukanette to spite Adrienette!!”

Meanwhile, me having shipped all three at one point and then dropped off the love square.

Also, me shipping Zutara has nothing to do with it being dark/edgy because I’ve never seen it that way (intriguing, sure but dark and edgy? lol) and also avoid dark/edgy ships like the plague.

I still laugh at people who are like, “you can’t ship it because it’s not endgaaaaame!” as if shows can dictate how and why I enjoy something. Like sure, if you want to let a show/movie spoonfeed you how you’re supposed to feel, then by all means, go ahead.

I suppose people may be theoretically happier that way, but it doesn’t make for an analytic mind.

I legitimately thought that “AssClass” must’ve been the actual name for something until it registered with me what it actually meant.

And eh, I guess it depends on the comparison and how accurate the comparison actually is? Like, comparing Puella Magic Madoka Magica to Miraculous... they’re not really close at all, but comparing... idk, Bunnyx to Homura or the concept behind “backfiring wishes”... maybe?

(note that the rest of this post is more Puella Magi Madoka Magica salt so you can stop reading here if you’re not interested in that; I’m not sure if this is all the same anon but I don’t mind letting people vent so I let them go off~)

why can’t we just have nice things

I agree, and I give a little eyeroll every time it’s like, “oh, this person had [miraculous]”

+ even just in general, I feel weird about any show that mentions/implies that real world famous people are [x] or [y] in their show. It breaks my immersion; real world locations are one thing but when it’s specific people (unless they’re made up characters like Santa Claus) or games just--break me.

I also don’t know what to think when there aren’t magical boys but you have these magical girls in this frilly outfits/skirts. The demographic is girls so I presume the reason must be like, “you can look pretty and still beat people up” (;P) but having so many magical girl shows without a hint of a magical boy makes me suspicious that it’s for fanservice. Sailor Moon has Tuxedo Mask but I also don’t know what that guy did outside of the meme of him doing nothing so I’ve got no clue.

(edit: I should correct myself that I’m not talking about Sailor Moon specifically; I don’t know magical girls that well, though I do know there are ones clearly intended for fanservice (you could say that for anything, to be fair, but still). It’s just that I see things like super short skirts or very “questionable” shots and I’m just like, “hm”)

Hmmm, good question. I feel like there has to be a lot but I’m also the type who doesn’t watch a lot of TV lol. I’m just familiar with cliches and tropes and such.

The reason I try not to use “ism”s of any kind is mostly because it’s too broad. Like, you know how the English language only has one way of saying, “I love you,” but other languages like Spanish have multiple?

It’s like that, and sometimes I think it’s too easy to throw those words out there. A “small” (possibly completely unintentional/misunderstood) offense is sexism, and then a “large” offense is called the exact same thing. I’d rather go into why something is sexist than just call it that, y’know? The only exception I make is “classism” because I feel like that’s not as... I dunno, divisive?

Anyway, for that same reason, I can’t answer firmly that, “Madoka Magica is sexist.” I will however say that it makes me uncomfortable with how the show makes out the girls being emotional because they’re young and female and then proceeds to make their life a living hell before they’re old enough to properly answer to it (I know that’s the point but that kind of makes it worse?). It doesn’t help with how all the girls have different personalities, so it’s not like you have only “crybaby girls” who are being taken advantage of; it’s basically like... all girls.

Not helped is the fact that their soul gem not only deteriorates naturally, but it can also do so faster if the girl falls into despair, which then turns them into a monster (and I know it’s kind of like an akuma thing, but the fact that it’s only girls is... I dunno, it comes off wrong?). It seems cheap that the soul gem deteriorates no matter what so it constantly needs fed even if the girl is consistently happy.

I would probably opt for the show being centered more around Kyubey being new to this or something - like, magical girls are a new thing - and then have Kyubey being surprised because they presumed that the soul gem would deteriorate naturally since “emotions are powerful but destructive to the person having them,” but then all the girls team up and help each other work out their problems. Maybe the reason magical girls are usually alone isn’t even because of the grief seed (I think that’s what it’s called?) thing not being able to be shared, but because Kyubey intentionally separates magical girls so they can’t do what the main group is doing, but Madoka is so into the idea that, “We shouldn’t have to be alone,” and so she’s constantly pulling all the girls together, which keeps them healthy.

Maybe Homura’s backstory could be that Madoka originally was more sheepish and more afraid to put herself out there, especially since she was a magical girl (who are encouraged to go it alone), which is why their soul gems were both deteriorating; they were friends but kept more of a distance, or maybe they were a team but that’s all they were. Then Madoka gives Homura the last grief seed to save her and that’s what inspires Homura and makes her see Madoka as something more than a teammate, which is why Homura actively tries to save Madoka specifically (which then encourages Madoka to want to keep everyone together as friends).

In the case that Kyubey doesn’t separate them out of concern of fRiEnDsHiP, but for another reason altogether, and then it’s ultimately their own downfall when they allow the girls to hang out and realize that it’s doing a lot of good for them.

“cute and innocent”

That was exactly it. It’s on Kyubey’s trivia section on the Puella Magi Madoka Magica Wiki.

Before the anime's first dark plot twist aired, head writer Gen Urobuchi said on his Twitter account that the "Kyu" in Kyubey's name comes from the English word "cute". This was a lie meant to further mislead fans into thinking that Madoka Magica is an innocent happy show. In a later episode, it was revealed that "Kyubey" is, in fact, short for "incubator".

In my personal opinion, a spoiled plot can’t be “ruined” if it’s a good plot. If you told me that Kagome was trapped in the Modern era for three years and then decided to stay with Inuyasha at the end of Inuyasha, it wouldn’t/shouldn’t decrease the value when I finally see it for myself because it’s good. That’s not to say that everything should just be spoiled right out of the gate, but it’s saying that maybe your plot isn’t good if you have to rely on shock value to make it work??

I FEEL THAT “ASSIGNING IT TO THE WHOLE GENDER” THING SO BAD. It just adds to my “the girls all have varying personalities so it’s not like Kyubey’s only after emotional crybabies or anything” salt.

I have no idea about any of the stuff about the writers so I can’t confirm or deny them. I will very much agree on the target audience thing though, especially with the whole “keeping the dark plot a secret” because really? Who is this for then? Like, the first two and a half episodes are for one demographic and then the others are--???

I dunno. Me personally, I just like feel good stories. I do like some good conflict and drama (for context, Remarried Empress is basically a webtoon that gives you things to feel salty about and then makes its own salt fic as its plot, allowing for endless streams of feels and catharsis, so I’m definitely not against drama), but there are other times where I just want to feel good watching something.

I feel like the show expects the characters to be selfless/perfect and then punishes them even though it’s their writing that’s causing them to act out. I can’t really talking about “out-of-character” but sometimes it’s just obvious where “we did this because we needed a plot/conflict.”

Like, hello? We don’t need the main characters screwing up; why can’t we just have some feel good thing where they take the day for themselves (seriously, imagine a Miraculous episode where Chat Noir actually tells Ladybug to take a couple days for herself, like maybe someone else gets the earrings for a few days as a temp while Marinette gets to breathe; IMAGINE IT). Not everything needs to be high-stakes to be interesting and you need those calmer moments so that the action-packed ones feel more intense.

SAYAKA DESERVES BETTER.

I feel like the magical girl genre as a whole can be way more complex than it’s made out to be. I think people hear the word “magical girl” and think “cute girls in short skirts talk about girl problems and fight evil with the power of friendship and accessories.”

Ugh, just the mention of Rebellion makes me sigh internally.

Congrats on working on your own magical girl story! I hope it goes well for you!

I know it’s not technically a magical girl show, but there was also Totally Spies that Astruc worked on to some degree (I think there was some characters who were based on/a loose reference to the mains from that show but I don’t remember exactly).

The thing about the female characters suffering is that they could make for good lessons on positively directing one’s emotions (like Usagi from Sailor Moon, for example, maybe having a problem with taking her anger out on her friends, but learns that she can save that rage for the bad guys; “Gamer 2.0″ from Miraculous could’ve done that, honestly, by having Ladybug absolutely WRECK all of her gaming opponents in “violent” (cartoon violence obviously) fashion). It’s just a shame that it’s not taken advantage of.

Sayaka??? Selfish???????

*does not compute*

(Also, I wasn’t tired of them, don’t worry! It was a little overwhelming in my inbox but it’s me who’s allowing all the asks to flow in so the blame isn’t on you lol.)

I’m not sure where this obsession came from with, “you have to be selfless and you’re not allowed to use your powers for yourself.” It’s like the world’s going to end if a character leaves to go Self-Care or something. I think what happened is that shows got this idea that promoting only the giving of others is great and it’s not important to take time for yourself (even with “Gamer 2.0,” it was still Marinette playing games with everyone else, and they treated her dedication and seriousness like a bad thing when she literally did not have time to waste and they didn’t give a reason why it was good for her to take a break, only that she should).

This usually leads to the “demonization” of characters who sport a lot of self-confidence or any sort of ego. It works on both sides; Marinette is a punching bag because of her anxiety and occasional lack of confidence, but if she had an ego as Ladybug, there are parts of the fandom who deem her “obnoxious” (i.e: “Reflekdoll”). There’s a delicate balance between “be confident” and “be humble” and it’s a tightrope act.

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strawberriestyles · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Chapter 2, my loves! Please be patient while I try to get used to posting regularly it’s been a loooong time lmao. I’m also still working on the story and if things need to change in the coming chapter there might be a pause in my posting schedule while I work out the kinks. But in the meantime, I hope you all enjoy what I’ve written!! Please, for the love of GOD let me know what you think. Xx

Melody had barely stepped out of the stairwell on the fourth floor when Vanessa stopped her in her tracks.

“Nope, no,” she said from behind the desk, where she was checking over a patient’s charts. "He’s down on the ground floor. They were going to wait for you but you took too long, so they started without you.”

“Started what?” Melody asked with a heavy frown.

Vanessa glanced back up from her papers and paused, open-mouthed, as she took a good look at Melody’s face. It took her a moment to purse her lips, but when she did she looked away again, returning her eyes to the charts. “Ground floor, hallway past the cafeteria.”

Melody sighed and yanked open the door behind her, retreating into the stairwell and tromping back down to the lobby. She followed Vanessa’s instructions, past the cafeteria that she was so familiar with and down the next hallway that branched out toward the gardens. There were only a couple of doors here. The first was a restroom, and the second one stood open. There were more people inside than she had expected. And she wasn’t quite sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this.

There were weights, resistance bands, machines scattered about the room. And Harry, in the center of it all, was standing. Well, not alone, but with less assistance than she’d seen him using in the past few weeks.

He was between two metal bars that ran horizontally and his hands gripped them so tightly that she could see his knuckles whitening as she approached. Aiden, the physical therapist, stood behind him. She heard him delivering words of encouragement as Harry dragged one foot forward and tried to settle some weight onto his leg.

“Look at you go,” Melody said with a big smile as she gripped onto the bar at his left.

Harry grunted, staring down at his slow feet. His hair was pulled back, the shorter pieces on the injured side of his head hung strangely forward, brushing his temple. She watched a bead of sweat run down his cheek and disappear beneath his chin. His teeth were clenched, she could tell just by the set of his jaw.

“He’s not very happy with me today,” Aiden muttered. He urged Harry forward and praised another weak step. “I think he’s fucking ace, though. He’s recovering quicker than almost any patient I’ve ever had.”

“And how many is that, Aiden?” Harry snapped. “Yeh’re, what, twenty-five? Can’ have had more than a few."

Melody tried not to laugh at his tone. It probably wasn’t nearly as amusing for Aiden, but it reminded her so much of how Harry liked to talk to Sean that she couldn’t hold back a quiet chuckle. Harry lifted his head to finally look at her and when he did he nearly lost his grip on the bars to each side of him. Aiden caught his body with a loud huff and tried to keep him upright.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” Harry spit out, his voice rising in pitch. He clutched tightly to the bars and tried to heave himself back onto his feet as he stared at Melody.

She pressed her fingers gingerly to the swollen lump on her cheekbone. She hadn’t wanted to come to the hospital today, but she couldn’t think of a valid excuse for her absence. She was at the hospital every day, and oftentimes, before he’d woken up, even slept in that terribly uncomfortable chair next to Harry’s bed. But she’d tried to cover up her forming bruise with makeup and had utterly failed.

She turned toward the gleaming window at the end of the room and sighed. “I’ll tell you about it some other time,” she muttered.

“Or,” Harry growled, leaning forward so that Aiden had to hold onto his waist, “yeh could tell me right fuckin’ now.”

Melody lowered her head. “I fell down the stairs, okay?”

“Bullshit, Mel.”

“I fucking tripped,” she snapped, turning toward him again. There was a heat behind her gaze that he had never seen before. It caught him off-guard. “Now, leave me alone. I’m here for you.”

Harry looked between her eyes, back to her cheek, to her tight jaw. He wobbled backward into Aiden’s chest. “Think ‘m done for today, mate.”

“Harry,” Melody sighed, even as Aiden helped him backward from between the bars to where a wheelchair awaited him. “Don’t cut your therapy short just—”

“Said ‘m done.”

Aiden remained a silent bystander throughout the interaction. He needed Harry to cooperate in order to help him at all. Melody knew that, and she knew that she had just ruined whatever small improvements might have been made today. She really wished she’d stayed home.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. To both of them.

Aiden gave her a helpless shrug of his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time Harry had given him trouble and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. He’d been a lot easier to work with when he was unconscious.

Harry didn’t respond to her and she didn’t speak to him again as Aiden settled him into the chair. He passed Harry on to her and she rolled him out of the therapy room toward the elevators. She hit the button to go up with more pressure than was necessary and then they waited in silence for an elevator to arrive.

“Harry, listen—" she began.

“‘M not in the mood, Melody.”

There was a short bing as an elevator reached the ground and the steel doors slid open. A little girl slipped out around them, clutching her father’s hand, dragging him in the direction of the cafeteria. Melody licked her lips and wheeled Harry around, stepping backward to pull him inside. The doors shut in front of them and Melody could see his reflection clearly, split down one side of his face where the two doors met.

“I wasn’t trying—”

“Stop,” Harry snapped. And Melody thought that would be the end of it, but he kept talking. “D’yeh know how fuckin’ hard it is for me to not be able to stand on my own two feet? To not walk? To have people bringin’ me food and askin’ me if ‘m okay all the time like ‘m a kid? I’ve never had to rely on people like this in my entire life. And I’ve used my body to make a livin’ for years. I missed five goddamn months, with just you and Sean to fill me in on what happened. Tha’s the only thing I have and now you’re fuckin’ lying to me, too!”

Melody squeezed her eyes shut as his voice echoed between the close walls of the elevator. And then there was that bing as the doors opened onto the fourth floor hallway. She was frozen in place for only a moment. She locked eyes with Vanessa, who was behind the desk again. When she pushed Harry forward, the doors had already begun to close. They bounced back open as the two of them crossed the threshold.

“Can we get those nurses again?” Melody whispered to Vanessa, who gave her a nod in answer.

They traveled back to Harry’s room. Melody braked Harry’s chair beside his bed and then squatted down in front of him.

“I don’ want—”

“I got hit in the face, Harry.”

He paused, his mouth open, a divot set deeply between his brows. Melody’s fingers curled around the sides of his chair. She licked her lips and tried to hold his gaze.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. Okay? That’s all I’m telling you right now.”

“The hell it is. You—”

The sound of footsteps cut Harry off. He clamped his lips tightly shut as the usual nurses entered the room but kept his eyes trained on Melody, only lowering them when he was lifted into bed. And then they were left alone again.

“Who hit you?” Harry asked. He sounded so calm, but Melody knew that it was a sort of façade. And she was wary of relighting a fuse.

“Harry, I really don’t think you need to—”

“Was it Cooper?”

Melody was taken aback. She raised her eyebrows, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She hadn’t seen Cooper in probably a month. And when she did see him, she’d taken to the habit of avoiding contact. It was sometimes hard to get around him, but for the most part she’d been successful.

“No, Harry,” she muttered. “No.”

His eyes darkened. “Cops?”

Melody shook her head. She tried even harder to avoid police.

“Okay so, what, yeh’re gonna make me keep guessin’?”

“Why don’t you just stop guessing?”

“Melody, someone hit you in the fuckin’ face and I’d like to know who—”

“And what the hell is going on here?”

The interruption of their conversations was beginning to seem a theme. Harry turned his head in agitation, Melody in relief.

“Oh, thank God,” she breathed. “Sean, you can tell him.”

“Tell him what?” Sean moved further into the room, unaware of what he’d walked into. He stopped at the foot of Harry’s bed and looked between the two of them.

“What?” Harry frowned. “Sean didn’ hit yeh.”

“No, he didn’t,” Melody agreed. She gave Sean a tight-lipped smile and he began to back away, swinging his hands in front of him as some sort of shield.

“No. No, I’m not doing this.”

“Doing what?” Harry pressed. His voice was gaining volume with his frustration. “If someone doesn’ tell me what the fuck is goin’ on, I swear I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”

There was a thick pause between them. Melody held her breath. Sean eventually spoke.

“She got it in a fight.”

“A fight?” Harry turned his confused eyes on the bruise painting her cheek. He was familiar with face hits. He got them all the time. But there were really no knuckle marks on her. If he didn’t know better, he could have believed that she had fallen. But Melody wasn’t clumsy. Not even when she had one too many mojitos. “What d’yeh mean? Who’re yeh fighting?”

“A match,” Sean amended. “She got it in a match.”

Melody could see Harry working to process this. She watched his eyes on her face, down her body, examining her newly built muscle. She watched his confused expression shift to one of understanding, and then to fury.

“Why is she fightin’ in matches, Sean?” he ground out.

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“Because it doesn’ seem like she has any interest in tellin’ me the truth.”

“Harry, that’s not fair.” Melody took a step toward him, gripping the back of her usual chair and shaking her head. “I just knew you’d be upset, so I—”

“Am fuckin’ upset, aren’ I?” He didn’t look at her when he spoke. His gaze was still fixed on Sean, who was staring at his shoes. Harry leaned slowly forward. “Are yeh fuckin’ training her?”

“Harry,” Sean said carefully, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweats and looking at the bed, where Harry’s feet were tucked beneath the sheets. “I wouldn’t be doing it if there wasn’t a reason. You know that.”

“Better be a damn good one, if—”

“For you,” Melody muttered, her fingers tightening around the back of the chair. “We needed money to keep you here, Harry. And we didn’t know for how long that might be.”

He drew in a deep breath. Sean and Melody both waited for him to respond. They had been worried about this conversation since he had woken up and it wasn’t going at all the way that they had planned. But Melody was hopeful that he’d be understanding.

“Get out.”

Melody’s lips parted. Sean looked at her, a heavy frown etched into his face.

“Harry,” Melody whispered.

“Get. Out.”

Melody sighed and let her hands fall away from the chair that she’d been holding onto. She began across the room and had just passed Sean when Harry spoke again.

“Both of yeh.”

“Listen, man—” Sean began. He cut himself off when Harry glared at him.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” Melody said, grabbing onto Sean’s arm to pull him with her.

“No.” Harry shook his head when they stopped. “Go home. Just go home.”

Melody rolled her eyes, but continued toward the exit. She stopped in the doorway when Sean had reached the hall and turned back. “You can be a real dick, you know that? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She didn’t wait for a reply before following Sean down the corridor. He opened the door to the stairwell for her and they walked down the first flight with only the sound of their shoes squeaking against each step.

“It could’ve been worse, right?” Sean asked as they reached the third floor landing.

“In what way?” Melody let out a dry laugh. “He’s pissed.”

“Yeah, well, he usually is, isn’t he?”

“Lately? Yeah.”

They reached the ground floor and stepped out into the lobby. The sun was falling with the late afternoon. It glared through the glass windows at the front of the hospital and reflected off the polished floor tiles. Melody shielded her eyes against it.

“I’m hoping he’ll calm down when he can get back on his feet. And when he gets out of here, but...I—” Melody paused before the front doors, looking out on the busy street. “Did I make the right decision, Sean?”

Sean squeezed her elbow. “I wouldn’t have helped you if I thought you didn’t.” He pushed one of the glass doors open. “Training tomorrow. Eight A.M. Get some sleep, Melody.”

She watched him leave and start the walk back toward his apartment. Her fingertips dug into the corners of her eyes. She wished she could pretend that nothing had changed in the past few months. She wished she could return Harry to the brief time when things had begun to look up for him, when he’d finished selling guns, before Colton had shown up, when things between them were good. But she couldn’t. And that made the ache in her chest pulse like it did when he’d told her they were done.

But she needed sleep tonight. She hadn’t had a good rest for a while. It had begun to show in her training, in her matches. That was how she’d gotten her troublesome bruise, wasn’t it? Too many thoughts in her head, too little focus. So she left the hospital to catch a cab home and try to slow her whirring mind.

Chapter 3

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queentargary3n · 5 years ago

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unfaithful

Summary: Sakura is surprised to see Sasuke is the senior associate of the firm she is supposed to start working for. All of her feelings start to come back 10 years after he abandoned her. Sasuke finds out somethings are truly never behind you, and when he starts falling back in love with her, his past comes to hunt him. Her biggest issue? He is already married

Sasusaku Fanfic AU Lawyers. M FF.net AO3

Chapter 7

“So, where are we going?” She whispered on his ear, getting on the back of his Harley, holding her ball gown up her thighs, arms wrapped around his middle, before she pressed a mischievous kiss on his cheek.

“Party’s over, I’m going home” He responded, with a hint of seriousness in his tone she hadn’t heard in quite some time.

“I’m coming with!” she chirped, then continued on a mocked seductive voice, “you know what they say about graduation”

He scoffed at her implication, “We’ve already had sex before, Sakura” He explained, trying to rid himself of any feelings she was bringing up in him, to get out of going home with her, to remember his plans. Knowing if he waited longer, she’d end up changing his mind and making him stay. That just wouldn’t do.

“Yes, but it’s expected! we might have lost our virginities a loooong long time ago” She explained between drunken giggles, taking another sip of the small flask of alcohol they sneaked into their graduation party. “Still, expected it is, and we shall not disappoint! Come on, my parents are not expecting me tonight”

“Fine, let’s go” He relented. He would have to do this the hard way.

She didn’t even question him when he took roads that lead nowhere near his home or hers, assuming, since it was a special night, they were heading to a hotel or something. But when he pulled over the side of the empty highway, and held her hand into his shaky one, she finally wondered, “Sasuke-kun… what’s going on?”

“I’m leaving” He said sternly.

“Where… why?” She asked, shivering when the cold wind caressed her bare shoulders.

He took off the blazer she had forced him to wear to the party over his jeans and t-shirt, since he’d refused to wear a tux, and wrapped it around her, taking one last selfish moment to kiss her forehead, before getting back on his bike and revving it up to speed away.

“Sasuke-kun wait! please don’t leave…” She screamed behind him. Watching as the lights of his motorcycle faded in the distance, her tears felt cold against her face, clouding her vision from the last glance he gave to her. To the beautiful girl, in a bright shinny gown, whose heart he’d just broken.

She felt lost, scared, and alone in the highway that promised nothing more than a long way home, with no one to come back to her. She didn’t know how much time it passed before she started making her way back, nor did she know how long she walked before she reached the corner of their street, where Sasuke’s now abandoned house stood, dark and imposing as the boy himself.

It was then, as she looked into the former Uchiha household that her sadness turned to anger. The numbness that masked the pain she felt from her bleeding blisters, started to fade away. She took off her heels in anger and threw them at the front facing window of his house.

The sound of shattering glass was so loud, it echoed in her ears even as she woke up from her vivid nightmare. She almost thought someone had broken into her apartment as the sound felt so real, the dream so convincing she actually felt as if she was walked all those hours to reach her home.

Her ability to remember details and facts always surprised other people. Sakura always had a knack for memorizing. But this didn’t feel like remembering, this dream felt as if she was reliving one of the most traumatic events of her life, she thought it must be some kind of karmic punishment.

She was fully awake then, much too early for her liking on that Saturday morning, considering the sun wasn’t even up by then, still she was unable, as much a she tried, to go back to sleep, she thought she might as well take advantage of the early start, thinking of the mountain of documents she had procrastinated in completing during the week, on account of all the drama she had to deal with her new employer.

She also remembered she had pending work in the case Naruto had assigned her to. After her glorious day at court, she received a ridiculous settlement offer for her client, so pathetic it must’ve definably be a delay tactic by prosecutors office, she denied it without consulting either Sasuke or the defendant, still she had to draft a counter proposal, which she had also postponed.

So, she decided to take a run before that, to get rid of the jitters that had her practically bouncing up and down. She put on her sneakers and took off as fast as she could, trying to leave her anxieties behind with every step. She continued until she felt breathless, and her lungs ached in the wake of that cold morning, she noticed was closer to the building where the firm was located than to her apartment, by that point she decided it made no sense to go back, if the documents she needed were only a few miles away.

She was covered in sweat by the time she reached the office building, her pink tresses sticking uncomfortably to her neck, she had really pushed herself this time, her legs felt unpleasantly numb, lungs practically burning, she wondered how unprofessional it would be if someone were to see her like that.

Ino had explained to her that the office was mostly empty during the weekends, with the exception of the whichever assistant was scheduled to keep watch. So, she pushed the thought of her disheveled appearance out of her mind, it’s still so early and I’ll definitely just be in and out in a flash, she thought.

The offices were open, but every light was off, and no one was at the front desk, since the clocks were barely hitting 6:30am she paid no mind to it. Turning all the lights on as she stepped in, she made a mental note to bring in some flowers and plants to brighten her office up a little, the minimalistic style was much too sterile for her liking.

She threw herself into her pending work, typing almost furiously a much more decent amount for the settlement of her proposal, being a doctor herself, she knew reputation was very important for a surgeon, so she factored in a public apology from the hospital board to Dr. Senju. She was in the zone, although having to wear business attire and heels every day instead of comfortable shoes and scrubs was annoying, she couldn’t deny the fact that negotiations made being an attorney almost as exciting as performing surgery.

Her flow was interrupted by the sudden appearance of red hair behind her laptop, one hand at her hip, the other one holding her expensive purse, Karin stood right in front of her desk, “What are YOU doing here?” she asked. The way she enunciated YOU brought only one word to Sakura’s head. Vicious.

“Sorry Uchiha-san” Sakura said. “I just had some work to do, I didn’t think anyone was in, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“You don’t scare me” Karin replied, although pleased at how Sakura addressed her by her husband’s last name, she couldn’t help when her insecurities towards the pinkette bubbled up inside of her.

It was Karin’s turn to man the office, and although she usually didn’t, she decided to show up that weekend. She woke up before Sasuke did, her actions keeping her up during the night. She couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing that without an actual reason, she had rat him out and without having anywhere else to go at that time, she showed up at the office on whim. She didn’t expect to see Sakura already at the office, typing away with self-satisfied smile on her face.

“Ah… that’s not what I meant…” Sakura said, a drop of sweat rolling down her forehead.

“Whatever just turn off the lights before you leave” Karin answered before she continued, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, no worries, say hi to Sasuke for me” Sakura told her.

That riled her up. That seemingly innocent comment hit her like a slap to the face, she knew what she was doing, Karin was sure. She was going to destroy everything she had work to build with Sasuke Did she even know what she was doing to her and her husband? She pursed her lips and turned to walked away in anger, the clacking of her heels loud in the empty space.

It occurred to Karin then, that she hadn’t had the opportunity to give Sakura the keys to the office. Of course, for security, the entrance to the practice was controlled by card access with their badges. But if the doors were to be locked from the outside… well.

She only hoped that would send Sakura the message, I know what you’re doing, stay away from my husband or I’ll make your life a living hell. She locked the front glass gate that stood between the lobby and the elevator, where the badge reader was located. Of course, she could still take the back stairs and get out of the building, but with it being a weekend the lights of the staircase would be off, lite only by the red glow of the emergency exit signs. The thought of a scared Pinkette, running down 20 flights of stairs in the dark amused her, reminiscent of the days she worked for Orochimaru. Terrifying people to do one’s bidding was a habit she never quite got rid of.

Sakura continued her work, trying to get the image of Karin practically storming off on her. Was it something I said? She wondered. Once she completed the official counteroffer, she emailed it to Sasuke, Naruto, and Dr. Senju, along with the original proposal, explaining in the body of the email, how insulting the offer was, and that she had, of course, rejected it a soon as it came her way, listing in detail why it was unacceptable in the first place. She only hoped, Sasuke and Naruto wouldn’t be upset at her taking the initiative, being a newly hired employee of the firm.

She then immersed herself into the documents that were required of her, as a newly hired attorney, thousands of pages of contracts, and confidentiality agreements, non-compete clauses that she had to read carefully and sign, and date, and initial, over and over again. Sakura continued up to the point that when raising her eyes, she saw lines of letters ingrained into her sight. The sunset disconcerted her, how many hours had she actually spent reading boring contracts if she arrived even before the sun had risen in the first place? This was supposed to be an in and out thing!

She saved her documents and shut down her computer, finally making her way home from her long and unexpected work hours. She dreaded the fact that she would have to walk back all the way to her apartment, deciding instead to call for a ride. She patted her body in search for her phone, freaking out for a millisecond before she remembered where it was, at home in the purse she failed to grab before going for a run. She sighed at her own forgetfulness, how she could memorize complete volumes of law and medical books but forget to do simple things like bringing her phone with her and locking doors was beyond her.

Turning off the lights, Sakura walked over to the elevator and tried to push open the glass panel doors that separated it from the lobby. It wouldn’t bulge. What’s going on?!

She walked over to the emergency exit to the stairs, resenting the additional physical activity on her already exhausted body. She tried to push the door open, and again it didn’t move. What the actual FUCK! Emergency exits should never be bloqued!! She thought. What am I going to do? Great day to forget you phone Sakura.

Sasuke woke up to a killer hangover, lips parched painfully, eyes refusing to adjust to the sunlight, his usual migraine amplified to the thousandth. He stood up from the living room couch where he had passed out the night before, his neck was sore from having slept in a weird position, as nice as the black leather couch was, an expensive purchase made by Karin, it didn’t actually made a comfortable seat, let alone makeshift bed.

He marched to the kitchen, dragging his bare feet on the cherrywood floors, and drank as much water as he could stomach to soothe his hangover thirst. The apartment seemed eerily quiet. Although the flat was large enough for both of them to do their respective activities without interrupting the other’s, he always managed to catch some kind of noise from his wife, be it the tv from her bedroom, or the inessive buzzing from her always incoming text messages and calls, still the apartment was completely silent, which meant she was not home.

Downing a couple aspirin for his headache and grabbing pajamas and fresh sheets from the linen closet, he went into his home office and laid down on the couch in there, much softer and comfortable than the living room’s, but still not a bed. He thought it was about time he purchased a bed for himself, given they almost never sleep in the same one, even less willing now that he found out about her bedroom activities. He always thought it disrespectful, buying a second bed when his wife expected him on the same room, but he figured it didn’t matter much now.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying and failing to close his eyes and go back to sleep. He remembered the night before with the kind of accuracy he could expect from how drunk he was. Still, a couple of things stood up, the soft touch of Sakura’s fingers coating his cheek with ointment, the shy look in her eyes as she very unexpectedly apologized, her so very beautiful laugh when he, much to his own sober embarrassment, requested her to call him ‘Sasuke-kun’.

She made him feel as if the last 10 years hadn’t happened, like no time had passed and they were just two teenagers together. The feeling of a thousand birds in his stomach, brought by thinking of her, prevented him from relaxing and going to sleep like he initially wanted.

So, he undressed again, putting on a pair of jeans and t-shirt and made plans for his day, go out and get something to eat, call his trainer and get some much needed time at the gym, and then if he had the energy for it, get some work done. He grabbed his training bag and headed out from the apartment. The sun at its highest point indicated that he had sleep past noon, despite of how tired he actually felt.

By the time he was done training, martial arts being the only thing that ever truly relaxed him, he sat in the parking smoking a cigarette, the clock marking already 7 pm, and for the first time in the day looked over at his phone. Lot’s text messages from Naruto, as he expected, mostly containing things like pictures from his baby boy doing something cute, an email from Sakura titled settlement offer and counteroffer and missed call from the office.

She must have some problem with the proposal and finally decided to get help… he thought. It wouldn’t hurt to go into the office now and catch up with the case.

He didn’t like to be out of the loop, especially considering how public this case already was. He drove to the building, expecting to find it dark and empty as it usually was during the weekends.

He nodded in greeting to the only security guard on site and made his way toward the firm. Walking out of the elevator and opening the locked glass gate, he noted how the only light on was coming from his own office, he didn’t give it much thought before he went over and encountered a sight, he was sure to never forget.

Sakura was on the floor of his office, dressed in tight leggings and a lose shirt that hung loosely around her chest and revealed her stomach and tiny sports bra. She was bent over, pink locks hanging above her head and reaching the floor, legs straight displaying her backside to him, in a position he vaguely recognized as a yoga pose.

He almost choked on his own saliva at the sight. He coughed to clear his throat, causing the pinkette to lose balance and drop to the floor startled.

“Sasuke-kun!! I’m so glad you’re here!” She yelled, jumping back to her feet and readjusting her shirt, before she practically threw herself at him, hugging him in excitement, to which he only froze. He could feel the heat spreading to the back of his neck, needless to mention the heat in other areas at the contact.

“Sa.. sa… Sakura, what are you doing…” He stuttered, unable to gather his thoughts.

“Sorry, I took a nap and your office is the only one that has a couch, but it was so uncomfortable, I was just stretching now” She answered taking a step back in embarrassment at her own reaction. She was just so relieved to be saved from actually spending the night in.

Still unclear with that explanation, he asked, “But why are you here?”

“Am… I came over to do some work, but I was locked in… I couldn’t leave… The emergency exit is locked too! Such a hazard by the way!” She offered in return.

“The front door doesn’t lock from the inside” He asked in confusion, someone else had to lock the door from the outside for her to become trapped in.

“Yeah… Karin was here, she must have locked the door by mistake” Sakura explained, since it had happened to her a couple of times, locking doors by mistake when your head is somewhere else, was something that happened to Sakura all too often, especially on her car. Even so, she couldn’t shake the feeling she had pissed off Karin for some reason, maybe Sasuke told her about how she punched him right in the face a couple of days ago, maybe she was annoyed because she was expecting an apology too.

Sasuke only sighed in response. He pinched the bridged of his nose in annoyance. Why his wife felt the need the need to do things like this he never knew.

“And you’re okay?” He asked, bringing the subject back to the matter at hand. “Why didn’t you call anyone?”

“I did! I called the security office, no one answered, it’s terrible by the way if this were a real emergency, someone could’ve gotten hurt, lawsuit waiting to happen!” She responded, causing a confused look from Sasuke. “I called anyone whose phone I have memorized, but no answers, and I forgot my phone at home too”

Sasuke pulled out his phone, remembering the missed call he had from the office earlier. “You called me too?” He asked her.

“Yeah… I didn’t actually have your cellphone so….” She said, and Sasuke noticed how her face went blue all of the sudden, sweat dropping off her forehead. “I found your card in one of your drawers” Sakura told him, pointing at his desk.

“You went through my desk?” Sasuke asked her, a small smile playing on his face that betrayed the annoyed tone he was trying to portray. She must have not noticed thought, since her cheeks blushed scarlet red as she fiddled with her thumbs and started to explain.

“Yes… Sorry I was desperate! I didn’t know what else to do! It was the only thing I saw I promise!”

Sasuke was amused at her embarrassment, he couldn’t look at her with a straight face as she was muttering excuses about how his business card was the first thing she saw when opening the desk drawer, and how she didn’t look into anyone else’s. It made him glad, since while it would’ve made much more sense to look into Yamanaka’s desk for phone numbers, she only thought of him when she needed help, but he didn’t voice those thoughts, instead he asked, “How long have you been here?”

“Since 6am… I didn’t actually notice I was locked in until a few of hours ago thought, I was reading over some materials and got distracted”

It was so like Sakura to get engrossed in reading and forget about everything else. He couldn’t remember how many times she was late to see him back in the day, because she forgot to get ready while reading some romantic novel she was so engaged in.

“Let’s go then” He said, noticing how late it was.

“Yeah, yup, sure” She stuttered, walking out by his side, staying quiet to avoid embarrassing herself again. She always did say too much when she was with him. His presence completely intimidating as always.

Walking out to the parking lot, he looked around trying to find Sakura’s car among the few left in the building. “How did you get here?” He asked her, already informed that she didn’t bring her phone to call herself a ride.

“Am… I ran” She explained. “I was trying to get some exercise this morning, and I was closer here than to my apartment so…”

“You’ve had quite day” He said, trying to sound as uninterested as he could manage.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t so bad… I wasn’t” Sakura began, but was interrupted by the loud growling of her empty stomach.

Sasuke chuckled quietly at the sound. “You haven’t eaten” He said, again a statement not a question. He pulled her by the arm, taking her hostage to his car. “Let’s go get you something to eat” He insisted when his pull met resistance.

“I’m fine! I had like 8 cups of coffee” She said.

“Sakura, you’re a doctor, you know skipping meals isn’t healthy” He reprimanded, speaking as if to a small child.

Sakura pouted her lips, she didn’t like to be talked down to. Still she relented, walking over to the passenger side of Sasuke’s car, before that last sentence really resonated in her head. “How did you know that?”

“Know what?” Sasuke asked, already getting inside of his car.

She got inside too, and continued in return, “That… I’m a doctor?”

“Oh… Naruto told me” He mentioned awkwardly. He didn’t want to tell her that most of his conversations with Naruto, and late-night internet searches of late involved only a certain aggressive Pinkette. “When you got hired, for background proposes”

And that was the end of that conversation, with Sakura strangely engrossed in her thoughts while Sasuke mostly basked in the comfortable silent they fell in.

He took her to a fancy restaurant in the middle of downtown, with people mostly dressed in expensive looking dresses and suits. She felt terribly underdressed, with her leggings and lose shirt, that had not too long ago been drenched in sweat. She looked over at Sasuke, who just stood waiting for the maître d to get them to their seats, he was dressed casually in a white v neck shirt and jeans, but he looked stunning, like he someone you would see in the cover of some magazine.

The maître d and waitress definitely noticed, eyeing him down every chance they got, hearts practically shinning in their eyes, as they were handed the menu, which Sasuke took from her hands and returned it to the waitress without letting her look.

“The house steak and cherry tomato salad for the both of us, then the anmitsu for her” He told the waitress without ever looking at her.

“Yes sir” The waitress said, but not before over at Sakura with disgust on her face. Definitely wondering what I’m doing in the presence of someone as handsome as he. Sakura thought.

“Don’t you think I might have wanted to order something different?” She told Sasuke in reproach.

“Do you not like what I ordered…?” He asked, his face completely bank of emotion. He specifically remembered anmitsu being her favorite food, if you could call a bunch of sugar actual food.

“That’s not what I said… just why are you so… bossy?”

“Do you not like it that I’m bossy?” He asked in teasing, flashing her a dashing smirk that made her skin feel tingle. “Besides, aren’t you the one who’s always calling me Boss?”

“Well yeah…” She said, confused by Sasuke’s actions. One day he is amicable but professional, the next day he’s all angry and quiet, frankly an asshole, calling her names and accusing her of sleeping with Naruto, and then seems concerned about her, taking her out to eat and teasing her, some may even call it flirty.

“Have you been diagnosed with bipolar disorder?” Sakura asked suddenly, amazed at her own boldness.

“You’re really annoying you know that?” He told her, “And rude, why would you even ask that”

“Well… because I’m a doctor, and your displaying symptoms commonly associated with multiple personalities” She explained, admittedly she was rude in asking, still his changes in mood definitely gave her whiplash.

“No” Sasuke answered seriously, then stop as the waitress brought down their meal, and asked in a much too friendly manner if there was anything else she could bring him, which he turned down without a pause.

“Eat” He ordered.

“Thanks…” She muttered taking a bite of a small piece of meat, before she glanced over at Sasuke starting with his salad.

“Here, let me” She took his plate from in front of him, and started to cut down the steak for him. She didn’t even know why he’d order something he would have a hard time eating without even asking the waitress to bring it already cut.

“I can do that on my own” He protested but made no move to take the plate back from her.

“I know” She answered non chillingly. “But I want to help”

“Hn” was the only sound he made in return as she handed his plate back.

“So… how did you lose it?” Sakura asked quietly, busying her hands with her salad.

“Lose what?” Sasuke asked, expecting some snarky comment like ‘your mind’, he was well aware of how he’d treated her on the last few days.

“Your arm… I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I was just curious” She said, waving her hand dismissively, noticing the change in Sasuke’s expression.

He took a moment to consider if he wanted her know the whole story about his arm. Deciding instead to spear her the gory details of his tainted past, he said, “Motorcycle accident, 8 years ago”

Sakura figured that’s all he wanted to say in the matter, so she didn’t press. They continued eating in silence until they finished their dinner, with Sasuke observing Sakura attentively while she made pleasing faces and sounds at the taste of her desert.

Sasuke requested the check, which was promptly brought by the heart-eyed waitress. Sakura look at him with a smile on her face, sugar did put her in a much better mood, he noticed, and extended her hand to take the bill, Sasuke handed it without saying anything but still handed the waitress his credit card.

Sakura only shook her head in disapproval, she opened the check, mentally noting how much she owed for her meal, fully intending to pay Sasuke back for it, when she noted the phone number written down by the waitress. Bold she thought, took the piece of paper and placed in her pocket.

They both got back in the Sasuke’s car and drove away to Sakura’s place.

“You didn’t have to do that you know” She said, trying to look at the road instead of looking at his handsome face.

“It’s nothing” He muttered.

“You didn’t even look at the bill… even after the waitress put so much thought in it” Sakura said in between giggles and placing the check in his hand.

“What?” Sasuke asked in confusion, parking in front of Sakura’s building, taking the paper she was offering and looking at the loopy handwritten phone number. “Bold” He commented.

“Hahaha that’s what I thought too… You’re as popular as always” Sakura said, hand in her face trying to cover her giggles.

“I guess you would know” He told her, sporting his trademark smirk.

“You’re right, maybe I should go back there and give her the link to your fan girl website, wouldn’t want to leave her without the pleasure of your godly image”

He chuckled at her joke, Sasuke’s laughs where rare and infrequent even when he was younger, and they never failed in giving Sakura goosebumps and butterflies in her stomach.

“I really like your laugh” She confessed. “It always does things to my stomach, maybe that’s why I’ve never been able to forget about you”

He instinctively reached out for her arm, pulling her in and clashing his lips against hers. Sakura was stunned for a second before she returned his kiss, pressing gently against his lower lip, her mouth slightly open.

He took advantage to the parting of her lips to begin to kiss her more assertively, his tongue fighting hers for dominance. She reached to grab a handful of inky locks at the nape of Sasuke’s neck and pulled, her kiss almost as aggressive as his.

It was as if he awoke a hunger that she didn’t know still existed inside of her. She needed to get closer, closer until there was no more space between them. She bit his lower lip playfully, to which Sasuke responded only with a predatory growl.

He moved down to the crook of her neck, kissing and biting the tender skin, leaving his mark on her, encouraged by the pleasured gasps that escaped her lips.

“Sakura…” He whispered in her ear before leaving another love bite under it.

That brought her back to reality. She pushed him as hard as she could after she reprimanded with a strong “NO” and got down from the car, slamming the door loudly and running away to the protection of her apartment.

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By the Mirror (Nicky x Jan) - One Shot

AO3 Link [A/N: So uhmm this is just a very late night work and I have no idea why I wrote this but I was just inspired and was at awe by this picture I saw of Nicky I think from Vegas for press week (maybe??) and she was just so hot. Also, a friend gave me a prompt “My eyes are up here.” This is my first time after a loooong time to write and post a smut so forgive me. 👉 👈 So yeah, I hope you enjoy!] Summary: She noticed the other girl cleared her throat and take a quick gulp as she shifted her eyes on the French girl’s face, which made her smirk bigger. “You know, if you just ask nicely, you will be granted.”

By the Mirror

The sound of clacking heels, racks of dresses and pieces of clothing rolling around the area, and chattering voices surrounded the huge backstage area as the performers prepared for their weekend show by the club. The loud music from the stage tried its best to conceal the different conversations the audience were having as they waited and talked with their drinks in hand. The managers and assistants were scrambling around the floor as they made their final check-ins of the clothes the dancers were going to wear for their performances. Meanwhile, the performers were sat in front of a wall of mirrors, some practicing their performance while some had their stylists focusing on their hair and their makeup look for the evening. One of the stylists employed for that night was Jan.

Jan had started working for the company not long ago so she was not yet very much familiar with everyone in the workplace. She was friendly though, it was not hard for her to make any new friends or be acquainted with the performers she work with. For that show, she was assigned to work with two clients. She had only met the first girl and that’s the one she was styling at the moment. She stood there in front of the brunette girl as she put on some eyeshadow color that matched perfectly with the color of her dress. They were getting acquainted, having little chats as she put on her makeup.

Contrasting to the performers’ extravagant outfit, Jan was wearing something simple, making her difficult to spot against the small crowd on the backstage. For tonight, she decided to put on a white v-neck shirt, which she deeply regretted after the first time she put on an eyeshadow color on her client’s face as it brushed some powder on her clean white shirt. She had a pair of jean shorts on, coupled with purple sneakers, her favorite color. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands of her hair falling on the sides of her face, shaping it beautifully. She was undeniably attractive, also enhanced by her amazing makeup skills which she was known for. That night, she decided to put on a simple look to pair with her simple clothing choice, just her normal eyebrows, a winged eyeliner on top of a gradient purple eyeshadow, and a nude lip. She looked so simple, yet so gorgeous. When she made her way into the backstage earlier that evening, some even assumed she was a performer and almost made her sit down in front of the mirrors.

“Have you all seen Nicky?” A black-haired lady entered, she was wearing a white pansuit which accentuated her body and power, allowing everybody to give way to her as she pranced in the middle chaos in the backstage. Jan assumed she was the owner of the club named Widow who she only spoke through the phone. Her loud voice vibrated across the room, as she looked for her main performer. “I am so close to firing her ass.”

Just as she was uttering her words, a French girl came in wearing a light blue metallic coat which hovered on her shoulder, her mesh black mesh body suit with a black leather corset wrapped around her waist covered her slim and sexy body. Her ample chest was barely covered by a small black bra underneath her almost see-through body suit. Her look was paired with a thigh-high leather boots. Her short silver hair was messily covering half of her bare face which slightly annoyed the club owner.

“I heard you were looking for me.” Her thick accent rang on Jan’s ears as she was helping her client. She lifted her head for a second to look for where the voice was coming from only to see an almost-drunk yet attractive woman coming to the backstage. She had a drink in hand which she assumed was alcohol. The blonde girl was sure she hadn’t met her before but she was also sure she had never seen such beautiful woman in her life. She caught herself staring into her beauty, watching her as she brushed her fingers through her silver hair. She was put into a stop as she heard the stylist beside her clear her throat, her eyes rolling at the sight of the main performer.

“You know, I heard that that girl is a bitch.” The ginger-haired girl on her other side commented, starting a conversation with the curly-haired girl on the opposite side of Jan.

“Oh yes. She’s really bossy. I wish I’ll never work for her ever again.” The other responded. This made the blonde curiously look at the attractive lady from across the room. “I don’t even know why she get to have her own room. Who is she?”

“Well, child, apparently she’s the best performer her in this club. She receives a lot of tips from the audience. Listen to them later when she is performing, you’ll be gagged.”

“And what does it have to do with owning a room? She’s not that special, I think.” The ginger-haired girl rolled her eyes as she curled her client’s long black hair.

“I don’t know too, I just know Widow wouldn’t even really fire her. She’s her best earner.” The two of them shrugged before continuing back to work, making Jan glanced at the tall lady, definitely intrigued.

“Where have you been, Nicky? You’re about to be on stage in an hour and yet you are still not prepared.” Widow scoffed towards the tall French girl.

“Can’t you see? I’m very much prepared now. Look at this.” Nicky turned around to show her outfit to the club owner who was deeply unimpressed. As she was making a circle, her foot stepped on the hem of her light blue coat which made her stumble. It didn’t miss Widow’s eyes which added to her annoyance with her employee. She leaned in and sniffed, noticing a hint of alcohol under her breath.

“Nicky! Are you drunk?”

The tall lady hiccupped before shaking her head. “No! No, I’m not. Anyway, I’ll be in my room. Is my stylist there? I need to get my hair and makeup done.” This made Jan gulped on her place as she tried to focus her attention on the girl she was working with. After hearing the other stylist’s comments about the French, she became afraid of being paired with her. She surely was gorgeous however, there was something in her stance that made the blonde nervous as she felt the aura coming off of her really did leave a scary impression. Somehow, a wish came across her mind and she hoped to herself that the girl wasn’t the second client she was assigned with.

A hand reached her shoulder as she received a pat from the head stylist. “Girl, your next customer has arrived. If I were you, I won’t make her wait.” She quickly tried to finish the first girl’s makeup and made some quick touches to her hair before she received a nudge from the head stylist. “Go. I’ll finish this one for you. ”

Before she could even ask where her assigned performer was, she was pointed to the small door by the end of the backstage. The lights and the sign outside the room made it easily known for the people to identify who the owner of the room was. Jan picked up her makeup bag and hurriedly walked to the door, her knees slightly trembling as she headed to the room with the sign that said “Nicky”.

“Don’t you know how to knock? And where have you been? Ugh, you’re so slow.” The attitude from the French girl’s voice was obvious as it echoed on Jan’s ear. She entered the room in a deliberate pace. She saw the lady sitting in front of the mirror, her legs crossed exposing her bare thighs. She settled down and put her makeup bag on the table and started cleaning up the brushes before she used them again.

“Wait, who are you?” With an eyebrow raised, Nicky turned her eyes to look at the blonde girl in front of her. “Where’s Jaida? She’s the one always assigned to me.”

“Uhm, Nicky, Jaida was on a rest day today. She called in earlier that she won’t be able to work so they assigned you to me.”

“Nicky? Don’t you have manners?” The raised eyebrow on Nicky’s face remained on her face as she annoyingly look at the girl in front of her. “Are you new here? People call me Ma’am.”

“Oh, yes Ma’am. I’m sorry.” Jan cursed herself under her breath as picked up a thin angle brush and her eyebrow palette to start on with the makeup. She didn’t want to go against the performer’s side so she worked as quietly as she can.

She was typically not the silent type and would literally chat with her clients as she do her work but there was just something about this French woman in front of her that made her weak in the knees. The only reason that she could think of for now was that how scary the girl was. She didn’t want to lose her job so she just decided to be as obedient as she can, at least for the night. She wished that would be the first and last night she would be working with this girl.

As Jan was choosing a color to match Nicky’s outfit, she found herself staring on the girl’s clothes far too long. The French girl was quick to notice where the blonde’s eyes were which made her raise her eyebrow out of habit once more. “Where are you looking at? My eyes are up here.” She said with a gruff voice, looking up at the girl in front of her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jan blinked confusedly as she tried to bring back herself to her train of thoughts as she put on a deep smokey eyelook on Nicky’s face. She did her best to focus on her face but being up close with the French lady took her breath away. Added with the mesh suit wrapped around the client’s body, it made her mind clouded with thoughts.

The blonde was silently working on the woman’s face, moving closer to her as she put a pair of fake lashes on her lids, not that she really needed them. Jan noticed her small beautiful face, which she thoughts was more stunning than just looking at it from far away. The silver-haired girl’s voice broke the silence, also crumbling down her thoughts.

“Hey, what’s your name again?” The client in front of her asked after a while of quietly scrolling through her phone.

“Jan. My name’s Jan, Ma’am.” She made sure to add the last word, not forgetting their first encounter earlier.

“Jan. I like that name. Now tell me, Jan, what are you looking at?” A slight smirk crept on Nicky’s face as she drew tiny circles on her bare thighs, looking up at the blonde in front of her. She noticed the other girl cleared her throat and take a quick gulp as she shifted her eyes on the French girl’s face, which made her smirk bigger. “You know, if you just ask nicely, you will be granted.”

“W-what do you mean, Ni- I mean Ma’am?” This time, beads of sweat were streaming down her head as she felt the atmosphere getting warmer. It made her glance towards the air condition unit which she was so sure didn’t change temperature. However, her body was exerting heat in ways she couldn’t explain.

With a sweet voice, the silver-haired girl said, “I saw you looking at me from across the room earlier. I know I had a few drinks before I came here but I knew that look. You want me.”

The confidence in Nicky’s voice sent shivers down the blonde’s spine as she tried her best to focus on the makeup palette and the brush she was holding as she did her makeup. “I don’t know what you mean. Anyway, I think we have to make this quick. You’re about to perform in a few minutes.”

Nicky glanced at the wall clock near the door before smiling to herself. “I still have time. The thing that needs to be quick is this.” She raised her hand up and brushed it slightly on the other girl’s thigh which left a tingling sensation on her skin. Now, Jan can’t deny it. The lingering feeling on her thigh from Nicky’s touch only added to the growing heat between her legs. She knew what her body was going through and she could deny it no longer.

The French girl felt the gradual change on Jan’s face as she slowly submitted to her desires. She stood up from her seat and pressed her body against the blonde, pushing her slightly onto the desk in front of her mirror. Her eyes made its way from her plump lips towards Jan’s dark orbs as her finger traced up to her waist, a smirk making a reappearance on her cherry-tinted lips. She leaned in, closing the gap between their faces as their lips met, placing a soft kiss on the blonde. Jan froze on her place, her eyes bulging widely as the taller girl move closer to her.

Nicky got what she expected. It didn’t take a while before she felt the other girl’s lips moving against her, craving for the taste of her mouth. She pulled her closer by the waist, closing the smallest distance their bodies had, as she offered her a hungry smooch. Their lips moved in harmony, taking in as much taste as they can, roughly kissing. Jan’s hands slowly placed the makeup brush she was holding on top of the desk but Nicky grasping her ass made it impossible. She dropped the brush on the floor which they just both ignored as they continue to share a passionate kiss. With her hands free, the blonde placed it on the tall girl’s neck, holding her face closer to her if it was even possible. She gradually parted her legs, letting Nicky positioned herself in between them.

The French had a small smile on her face as she felt the blonde grinding up against her thigh which she placed in between her legs, pressing against her clothed core. A moan escaped from Jan’s lips as Nicky traced her lips from her jaw down to her neck, placing light kisses on it. “Mhmm.” Sounds kept vibrating on her throat as she let the tall girl roam her body, her hands sneaking under her white v-neck shirt and pressing against her breasts. It didn’t take long for Nicky to unhook her bra before she placed her hands underneath, feeling the warmth of her chest against her cold hands, her fingers flickering on her hard nips.

Even though Jan felt weak, her knees wobbling even at the slightest touch from her, she used her strength to run her hands on the other’s body, making their way towards her waist. Just before she was about to grope her chest, a hand quickly stopped her. Nicky pulled away with the same cunning smirk from earlier before she whispered, “I told you, you just have to ask nicely.” It made the blonde girl roll her eyes in response before sexily biting her lower lip, looking sensually towards the taller girl.

“Please?” Her pleads earned a sneer laugh from Nicky. In an instant, she was granted her permission, the silver-haired girl placing her hand on top of her chest, letting her massage it softly as she tried to remove her leather corset, letting Jan’s hand creep underneath her black mesh top. The blonde, wanting to have a better look, hurriedly unhooked her black bra and pulled her closer to her. She positioned her bra up only to expose her ample breast and her hard pinkish nipples which Jan enjoyed playing with. As she let her finger draw circles around her nipples, a soft moan that Nicky had been trying to suppress escaped her cherry-tinted lips. With that, the blonde pulled her closer to her, leaning down as she take in her left breast in her mouth.

Loud oohs and ahhs echoed inside the performer’s room as Jan continued to suck on her chest. It didn’t take much time to get another moan from the blonde as Nicky let her hand travel down the stylist’s pair of shorts, sliding it underneath as she let her fingers feel the wetness in between her thighs. Her clothes were soaking wet, her legs spreading wider as she permitted the French lady touch her anywhere she would desire.

Without any warning, Nicky slid a finger inside the blonde’s wet core, a loud, yet pleasured sound breaking out from Jan’s throat. Her chest was moving up and down deeply as she tried to catch her breath from the lady’s touch. Her hand roughly groping onto the other’s chest as she felt another finger being inserted in her. She was mercilessly being fingered by the silver-haired girl, moans continuously escaping her lips.

The blonde wrapped her arms around Nicky’s neck as she ran her fingers through her silver hair, slightly grasping on it for support as she felt herself getting closer. She arched her back, leaning against the huge mirror behind her as she rolled her hips against the lady’s fingers. Meanwhile, the taller girl’s lips left kisses around Jan’s fair skin, light marks visible from all the sucking.

It didn’t take a while before the blonde’s legs straightened, her toes pointing out as she rode her climax, the other lady continuously fingering in and out of her as she felt her warm juice coat her hand. She gladly pulled it out and gazed at the sticky substance on her skin before licking her fingers sexily, her eyes fixated on Jan’s dark orbs. “Do you want some?”

The blonde nodded, receiving a smirk from Nicky. “What did I say?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” And with that, the tall girl placed her fingers in between Jan’s lips, letting her have a taste of herself. After licking her fingers clean, Nicky leaned in and gave Jan a hungry kiss which the latter gladly accepted.

“You have to be on stand-by in five.” A knock on the door was heard which caused a slight panic on Jan. She quickly fixed herself before she felt the French’s hand on her chin. She pulled her closer into another kiss, this time much more passionate and sensual, which made the blonde crave for more. As Nicky was about to pull away, she felt the other’s hands on her waist, pulling her closer.

“Oh, you’re very hungry and eager.” A small pout visible on Jan’s lips as she begged her to stay with her pleading eyes. “Babe, I have to be on stage in a while.” Nicky spoke as she fixed her clothes, quickly putting on a dark-colored lipstick, brushing her messy hair with her fingers, leaving it in disarray from their steamy session a few minutes prior. “Shall we continue after this? I’ll show you something they will never get to see on stage.”

“Sure, Ma’am.”

[A/N: Okay bye I’m gonna hide in my shell for awhile jgsjdgjsj]

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky x jan #nicky doll #jan #jan sport #lesbian au #smut #rpdr s12

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fandomisheart · 5 years ago

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From @bunny-loverxiv‘s ask for the OC asks, here we have the reply. Sorry about how long that took, the second one took more time than I expected as I decided to choose someone more unexpected.

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

I'll do this with Dyn, given that his actions and personality change pretty drastically depending on the audience and people present. It's par the course for a Sith Pureblood from an aristocratic family (as much as he dislikes said family), even more so as a diplomat.

This is going to be loooong, sorry.

Given, say, a Sith-run party or ball, then Dyn would act as a reserved socialite. That is how he would be expected to act in the situation and he would prefer to blend in than stand out. If the function is more diplomatic, then trying to not cause incident would also come into play and he’d likely only speak if spoken to. His reactions with different people depends on who they are, his relationship with them, and if they are in public or private quarters.

Publicly, his actions will always be diplomatic and reserved, for acting out of turn publicly would be an embarrassment. In private quarters would the differences in his actions and personality become clear.

- With friends it depends upon who they are, but he will be much friendlier and open with them - but not fully open. The employees of his hotel are considered to be his friends and he does treat them with equal respect.

- To the majority of his blood family, you’ll probably get hostility - most of his family do not like him and if they are trying to be involved it’s either because they want to use him or want to harass him, so he responds in kind. They also detest that his apprentices aren’t Pureblood Sith but a Human and Twi’lek - they find it shameful, he finds their reaction to them shameful. The exceptions to this are pretty much just Nakai (nephew) and Mieka Danir (cousin) - Nakai being such a close confidant that he is possibly one of only two people who has ever seen Dyn’s true feelings, and Mieka is considered as a close friend.

- Strangers still get a more reserved response in private as he doesn’t know them well enough to trust them with any other response - showing anything that could potentially be construed as weakness is a death sentence for a Sith after all.

- His biological children will get a not hostile but not warm response. They are his children and he cares very much for them, but his family have been whispering lies about him to them and so they hate him. Lykus - his fourth child - even tried having him assassinated (again, he’s survived two assassination attempts). To his adopted children - Troskohn and Wanyuy - and adopted grandson - Khadae - he treats as a father would treat his children and grandchildren, he doesn’t care that they are different species to him.

- To his wife, well, she was his best friend, his trainer (she could flatten him in a lightsaber fight and taught him how to use it), and his everything. She was the only other person who saw who he truly was, and he was much happier and freer around her. I really need to write more about Lidya because her and him are really cute.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

This one was interesting, because most of my exploration of this has been done with Leyten, but I've already explained him and fear before, so someone different and unexpected.

Kitti. Kitti Chavalir. Dyn's niece, Nakai's sister. Snobbish, haughty, spoilt, arrogant...and afraid of loneliness. She saw her brother abandoned, and though she pretends that it means nothing to her she doesn't know how to deal with it, and is afraid that the same could be done to her. If her family so casually threw him away – took away every support he ever had and tossed him aside – they could do it to her too. So many people have also died in her family, children left without parents and having to be raised by aunts and uncles, that one single incident and you could be alone. She doesn't understand how her brother handled it, she's heard tales of her first cousin once removed roaming the galaxy alone, and the thought terrifies her. She has a habit of making sure everyone close to her stays close; her mother Fia, husband Ludwick, and apprentice Nyx (who she hides from her family as Nyx is a Twi'lek - taking on a non-Pureblood apprentice would be looked down upon by her parents) are never too far away.

I now want to explore this more, maybe I should write something with Kitti.

#bunny-loverxiv #oc asks #star wars #swtor #swtor oc #dyn #kitti

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miriossunshine · 5 years ago

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oh, my bad. i haven’t been too active recently, sorry about that. this is the anon with the 💔 emoji from a loooong time ago, i’m 15. sorry it took so long. as for my friend, the Taurus who likes to read, she’s also 15. i believe we both submitted our matches at the same time. again, sorry again!

ur totally okay! this is your friend’s ship! i wasn’t sure if she wanted to be shipped with a girl or a boy so i just did both! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i hope that’s ok! <3

i ship you with yui kodai!

aaaa you guys would be so cute together!

her classmates have described her as a “kuudere” which can suggest that although she’s seems cold and emotionless on the outside, she’s soft and caring to those she cares about and trusts. so around you, she’s more affectionate and open with her emotions. (*´꒳`*)

yui would love sitting with you while you read, the peaceful atmosphere lulls her to sleep and she eventually will rest her head on ur shoulder ( ´ ▽ ` )

she’d think your bubbly and energetic attitude is adorable, and i can see her peers pointing out to her that she’s smiling for once, which was because she saw you do something cute hehe \(//∇//)\ yui would admire that you express yourself freely and openly !

she’d also be a great listener! and wouldn’t mind at all that you’re more talkative. she’d prefer it, because she’s usually quite silent. she’d respond to your stories with simple “ooh”‘s, “mm” or “mhm” but she’s genuinely interested!

yui would also appreciate that you do well in school, and congratulates you on every good grade you get, with a small but genuine smile (*^ω^*)

yui would be observant while you play video games, pointing out things you may have missed that would help you gain more points/beat levels ^w^

ah she’d be quite blunt around your friends when they first learn that you’re dating. she’d be holding your hand and kendo would probably ask you guys if you were dating, to which she’d respond with a simple “mhm” while you explain the story on how you guys got together (≧∀≦)

i also ship you with inasa yoarashi!

he loves how happy you are! it makes him happy!

inasa is also very energetic!

there’s not many things that he dislikes, and he’d be willing to give anything a try, so he’d play video games with you with the most enthusiasm!!

inasa can be quite loud a lot of the time, but when you’re reading he maintains an unlikely calm composure, but ends up breaking this by yelling at other people to be quiet so you can focus hsjsmsjdksndnsm (￣∇￣)

he’d appreciate that you can be serious as well as bubbly, as he can be overbearing but also formal and polite hehe ><

another great listener! but he’d be more enthusiastic with his responses to what you’re talking about. he speaks in exclamations like “no way!” “really?” “then what happened?” because he’s so interested in everything you’re saying \(//∇//)\

when you start to overthink about something, inasa will go on a tangent about how amazing you are and gives you loads of motivational advice (≧∀≦)

he’s super polite and chivalrous on dates hsdnmsnsnx you have to tell him he doesn’t have to be so polite and that he’s allowed to relax, but he just wants you to have the most perfect time with him! 🥺

inasa is so proud to be your boyfriend omg he’s always hyping you up and exclaiming to everyone how awesome you are (//∇//) he also gets so excited when you do well on exams or assignments, and will show it off to everyone-

#yui kodai matchup #inasa yoarashi matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mod honey

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dearlazerbunny · 6 years ago

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Angel

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Genre/Rating: G, some language

Words: 4,200

Summary: So this was requested a loooong time ago and I’ve honestly forgotten who requested this (if it was you, please let me know!) but they wanted some medical/mobster Kylo x Reader and goddamn it took me long enough but here it is 😂 hope y’all like it!

“We’ve got one coming in.” You nod and snap on a pair of gloves, waiting at the ER entrance for your next arrival. “Six foot two, approximately two hundred pounds. Banged up but conscious; gunshot wound to the left arm as well as some nasty lacerations…”

Your fellow nurse doesn’t get any more out before your patient is wheeled through the door. He’s so tall he barely fits on the gurney; his feet just barely hanging off the end. Through the lacerations and bruises you can see tattoos covering his biceps and forearms, plus more peeking out from the edge of his shirt where an EMT is attaching electrodes to him. The arm not closest to you seems to be hit the worst- someone is keeping pressure on the wound with a blood-soaked towel.

“Surgery?” You ask the doctor whose come over to supervise, and he nods.

“The room is being prepped. Take over for the EMTs, start an IV. We don’t want him to lose much more blood.”

You nod and grab a clean towel before tapping in, much to the relief of the emergency responder. “Hi there, my name is Y/N and I’m going to be taking care of you okay? Can you tell me your name?”

He blinks at you in the bright lights, seemingly registering your words at a slow pace. “Kylo.”

“Alright, Kylo, you’ve been in an accident, but we’re going to get you fixed up here in no time.” You look down at the towel, which again is already soaked through. You toss it and steal another from a passing cart. “Can you tell me what happened?” You try to keep him talking and conscious, as well as distract him from the obvious pain he must be in.

He shakes his head, bewildered. “Damn car came out of nowhere. Started firing, no warning. Probably that fucking Resistance scum, I told Hux they needed to be dealt with…”

You don’t really understand the context of what’s coming out of his mouth, but hey, as long as he’s talking, fine by you. You get him prepped for surgery and then join the team in the surgical room where everyone is waiting for him. As you begin to push the sedative into his IV, he actually reaches over and grabs your hand, making you still, unsure if he’s going to get violent.

“What are you giving me?” His eyes are wide and fearful, looking around at the masked doctors surrounding him. “What’s going to happen?”

Is he… scared? A big guy like this? “All this is is a sedative- we have to put you to sleep for the surgery. We’ve got to remove the bullet from your arm and then stitch up the wound. It’ll be okay, we’ve got the best surgeons around. No need to worry.”

You wait a few minutes for the medicine to kick in, but with what you gave him he’s simply woozy. You calculate another dosage based on his weight and give it to him again. He doesn’t grab you this time, just looks at you with a sleepy sort of smile as you push the medicine. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

It takes a moment before you realize he’s talking to you. “Will I be here? I don’t know which nurse will be assigned to you-”

He frowns. “But I want you.” He says it with the tone of a petulant child, and even though it’s wildly unprofessional, the juxtaposition of such a whiny voice coming from such an intimidating person makes you giggle.

“I’ll see what I can do, okay Kylo?” You pat his arm that doesn’t have doctors swarming around it and that seems to reassure him enough to lull him into sleep.

You do end up assigned to him, slightly to your dismay. You’re a nurse, you’re not used to much rattling you anymore, but something about him scares you a bit. Your hospital is in the heart of the city, you get plenty of gang violence and whatnot, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen a patient quite this… intimidating. Nevertheless, you do your job, tending to his dressings and IV bags while waiting for him to wake up. He does so without warning, and while you’re working on the opposite side of the room you suddenly feel eyes on you. When you turn, your patient is awake and looking at you with hazy eyes.

You smile at him. “Hey there, Kylo. How are you feeling?”

He mumbles something that you don’t catch, so you move to his side. “What was that?”

“Are you an angel?”

You laugh, though not disparagingly. “Sorry, hon, just a hospital nurse. You’re lucky you didn’t see any angels yesterday, they almost lost you on the table a few times.”

His brow furrows, and he looks at his arm, which is bandaged heavily. “Blood loss?”

He says it so matter of factly, like he’s done this before, you can’t help but ask. “How’d you know?”

“I’ve done this a few times.” His speech is slow and tired sounding.

You try not to raise an eyebrow. Judging by all the scars on him, he definitely has, but you try not to think about that too hard. His eyelids are fluttering, probably about to be pulled back down by the sedatives lingering in his system. You pat his arm lightly. “You go back to sleep now, okay? You’ll wake up soon.” His eyes are on you the entire time as he nods back off.

You shake your head and head back to the nurse’s station. One of your coworkers sees you come from his room and nods towards the doorway. “How’s he, then? Scare the daylights out of you yet?”

You look at her, confused. “No. Why?”

“Considering he’s one of the most notorious gang members in the city…”

“He is?” I mean, he certainly looks the part, but his words don’t really seem to match his persona.

The other nurse nods. “You really don’t keep up with the news, do you? Kylo Ren, right hand man to Armitage Hux. Part of the big First Order gang that runs around on the north side of town. Didn’t you see his tattoos?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know what they meant…” the geometric designs, mostly in red and black, had gone over your head.

“Well, good luck with that. We’ve got security on call when you need them.” She says it very flatly, like she’s so sure you’ll need them, but you shake your head.

“He’s been surprisingly… sweet, so far.”

The other nurse laughs. “Yeah, right. Good one.” She gets a call on her pager and goes to answer it, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You glance back towards Kylo’s room. Would he really hurt you? For some reason, you don’t think that’ll be the case. He seems remarkably tame compared to some of the other gang members you’ve taken care of. But that also might just be the sedatives- you’d have to see how he was once the drugs were out of his system.

…

That was your third shift in a row, so you were off for several days. During that time, you couldn’t help but wonder about the tall man with dark eyes laying in a hospital bed just a few blocks away. Had he given the other nurses any trouble? Was he already discharged? Tugging your hair into a bun to pull it out of your eyes, you secure it with a few extra pins. Just for good luck, whatever the situation may be.

As you walk through the recovery ward’s big double doors, the first thing you notice is the prevalence of security and a big, booming voice screaming something you can’t quite make out. Looks like the extra pins was a good idea. You wrangle your lanyard back onto your neck and rush in, only to find people swarmed in one particular room.

Kylo Ren’s room, if you remembered correctly.

Peeking over the shoulders of the policemen without trying to get in anyone’s way, you can see the man struggling against restraints on the bed that his hands and feet have been strapped into. Two people are trying to hold him down, though it doesn’t look like they’re having much success. A young nurse is running around with a vial and syringe in her hand, probably trying to get a sedative in him, but he’s thrashing about so much she can’t even stick him properly.

Without thinking, you rush into the room and pull the medicine from the other nurse’s hands. At first she recoils, but once she understands that someone else is taking over the situation she visibly relaxes and scurries out of the room. You shake your head. Some people just can’t handle emergencies.

Your practiced hands fill the syringe easily, and when you turn back to him- Kylo- you can finally make out the words tumbling out of his mouth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’ll kill you! Take these things off of me or I swear to do I’ll-”

“KYLO REN!” Honestly, you’re surprised at the voice that comes out of your mouth. It’s much more commanding than it sounds in your head. And it’s enough to get every head in the room to turn towards you, including Kylo, who actually stops squirming when he sees you. “If you don’t calm down I am legally authorized to sedate you for the safety and protection of yourself and others.” You expect him to howl in response, but his eyes just grow wide, and somehow he grows even stiller. “Do you understand?”

He frowns. Nods. Shakes his head, then nods again. “Yes- no. I mean. Gah!” He rattles the restraints again. “Can you please just take these off of me?”

Now that you don’t seem to be in any danger of him hitting you, you cautiously walk over to his bedside and check the straps on his wrists. “Well, first of all, they’re way too tight,” you mumble, seeing raw red strips of skin peek out from under the restraints. You look at the nearest policeman. “What did he do to get restrained?”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “He’s a public danger.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Was he threatening anybody? Attempt to get out of bed?”

“N- no, but-”

You look at Kylo, who’s still staring at you. “If I take these off, are you going to be belligerent or will you settle down?”

“I just want the damn things off. I wake up and they’ve strapped me down for no reason.”

Staring at him a moment, you focus on his eyes. Big brown eyes, with a softness behind them you wouldn’t expect from someone of his… caliber. He seems sincere. And a little desperate. You nod, and start undoing the clasps, speaking as you do. “I’m afraid this is my patient, officers, and therefore I take full responsibility for my safety as well as his. I don’t think we’ll be needing you any further.” You look pointedly at said patient. “Will we?”

He looks almost remorseful as he shakes his head.

The officers still clearly don’t know what to make of this situation, but they leave nonetheless. The syringe of medicine is forgotten in the pocket of your scrubs as you undo all four of his restrictions. He rubs his wrist carefully as you work on his ankles, discarding the straps onto the floor. Jesus, who put these on? You can barely even get them undone.

“Thank you.”

You look up at Kylo, who still seems very focused on his wrist, and won’t meet your eyes. You tilt your head. Maybe he’ll talk to you?

“Can you tell me what happened?”

He exhales through his nose, controlled. “I woke up and I was strapped down. And you weren’t here. I kept asking for you and they said you were gone, and I-” he pauses, visibly upset. “I don’t do well with cuffs.”

“Let me see?” He doesn’t know what you mean until he sees you holding out your hand. Carefully, he places his larger hand in your small one, and you turn it over, inspecting the rub burns on his wrist. You keep expecting him to jump or flinch, but he seems perfectly content with you standing so closely beside him. His knuckles are scarred from old wounds, and his hands are rough, but you also don’t think they would hurt you. “You’ll be okay. Do you want me to get some dressing for your wrists, or would that be too restrictive?”

He thinks for a moment. “I think that would be okay.”

So you go about dressing and wrapping his wrists, making sure not to wind the bandages too tightly for fear of setting him off. It amazes you how calm he is when not thirty minutes ago he was going off the rails. He watches your fingers work like they’re hypnotizing him, just breathing and not saying a word. It’s almost peaceful in the little hospital room, just you and him, nobody talking but the silence saying multitudes.

…

“Favorite color.”

Kylo rolls his eyes. “That’s such a basic question.”

You snort. “Well, what am I supposed to ask? What’s your mom’s birthday?”

That makes him crack a smile. “Red. What’s your worst habit?”

“Oh geez, how am I supposed to know?” You’re leaning against the sink, barely skimming over his patient files, mostly focused on his grin and this silly game he’s initiated with you. As you flip a page, you glance at your nails, bitten to the quick. “Oh, biting my nails, definitely. Nervous habit.”

“Not from me, hopefully.”

“Um, no.” You continue to read, expecting another question, but the silence makes you look up. “What?”

His face softens. “You’re not afraid of me.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but it’s said like a wondrous sort of realization.

“Noooo? Should I be?”

Now it’s his turn to snort. “Probably. I’m three times your size and could snap you in half with one hand.” “Well, if for some reason you do, at least drop me off at the ER afterwards, deal?” You expect him to laugh again- you find yourself wanting to make him laugh- but he’s got a serious look on his face. “No, I’m not afraid of you, Kylo. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

He shakes his head. “Every other hospital I’ve been to- and every other time here- people are too scared to even come in the room.”

“You don’t seem all that scary.” He gives you a disbelieving look, and you relent. “Okay, when you were yelling a few days ago, that was scary. But really…” you look at him, propped up in bed, bandaged within an inch of his life, hair going everywhere and eyes clear. “You’re pretty okay.”

He does smile this time. “You’re okay yourself.”

“I try.” You tuck his folder under your arm. “Do you need anything else?”

“Um.” He looks down at his sheets, fiddling with he edge. “Maybe. Could you… could I get something to help me sleep? I think-” he winces, just enough so that you can see it. “I think the nightmares are what made them restrain me, last time.”

Oh. “Yeah, I can do that. Sit tight okay?” He nods and you leave to put in an order for the pharmacy. As you do, you exhale to yourself and wonder how anyone could be scared of Kylo if they’d just sit down and talk to him.

An hour later, Kylo has phenergan in his system and you’re dimming the lights in the room, closing the blinds so that the starlight outside doesn’t shine in his eyes. “Leave it open,” he says, only slurring his words a little bit. “I like the stars.”

You can’t help but smile to yourself when your back is turned to him as you comply. Such a simple request to make him happy. His eyes are sinking as you walk back over to him. “I’m off for the next few days, and you’ll probably be discharged by then. It was really nice meeting you. And try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

You turn to go, and you think he’s asleep, but you feel a hand grab your wrist. He’s looking at you with sleepy eyes, and you can almost see the starlight reflected in them. “Don’t go.”

“Sorry, hon, I’ve gotta let you sleep.”

But instead of letting you leave he gently pulls you back over to the side of the bed. Even with the meds trying to take hold of him, the way he’s looking at you is so focused. Like you’re all he wants to see. You don’t say anything, just stand there and let him look, and you look back at him. Something brushes your cheek, and before you can recoil, you realize it’s his hand. The backs of his fingers are brushing your jawline, up to where your hair is tucked behind your ear, then playing with the strands that have fallen loose from your bun. And to your surprise, you lean into his touch, just ever so slightly. You don’t think anyone has touched you so tenderly before.

Kylo whispers something you don’t quite make out. “I can’t hear you, hon.”

“You really are an angel.” The words come soft and sweet, and wash over you like sunshine. Carefully, you take his hand and place it back to his side- but not before briefly entangling your fingers with his, lingering just a little too long.

“I think only for you.”

…

Kylo stands across the street from the hospital- your hospital- looking up at the windowed building about where he thinks the floor he stayed on was. With you. An ambulance passes, sirens wailing, heading for the ER entrance, and suddenly he’s back on the stretcher, opening his eyes and looking up at the most beautiful face he’s ever seen. And he’s- well. No stranger to women, let’s put it that way.

“This is disgusting.” A few feet away, perched on a bench, Kylo’s boss Armitage wears a suit and a hat pulled low over his trademark fiery hair. “You need to get your mind back on the job.”

Kylo barely acknowledges his words, only grunting in response. He’s still daydreaming about the time he made you laugh. When you came in and calmed him down just by being in the room. That had never happened before. When you wrapped his wrists so gently it pulled at a heart he thought had shriveled past recognition long ago.

Behind him, Armitage sighs. “Well, obviously this isn’t going away anytime soon. What do you need?”

Without moving, Kylo raises an eyebrow. “You mean that?”

“Fuck, if it means I can get your head back where it should be, sure. What do you need?”

He’d thought about asking Armitage for help. But help with… what, he didn’t know. How should he approach you? At the hospital? On your way home? Would you be happy to see him? Or would you think he was a creep? Kylo’s fingers twitch at the memory of your fingers wound through his. Even if you rejected him, he’d sooner go crazy over simply not knowing.

“Well…”

…

Jesus, it’s been a long day. A long week, really. You try to pull a pin out of your bun that has been digging into your scalp all day while simultaneously fumbling for your keys, already mentally falling into bed. But not before changing out of these scrubs. They’re covered in… well, you can’t honestly remember, but it’s not glitter and fairy dust, and even these are your back up scrubs you change into when the others get nasty. This is just the kind of week where you run out of back up scrubs, sadly.

The door opens, you drop your bag down the moment you step inside, not caring where it lands, then reach down to untie your tennis shoes when someone coughs. Wait.

What?

You freeze, still bent over, afraid to look up. Someone is in your apartment. From your awkward position you can see the silhouette of feet in the dark, casting a shadow over your hardwood floor. Someone is sitting on the couch in the dark in your apartment.

So while trying to casually continue to untie your shoes, even with your fingers shaking like hell,, you manage to quietly unzip the front pocket of your bag and pull out a small can of mace at the same time. One shoe comes off. Then the other. You stand, eyes trying to focus in the dark, but all you see is black and the small suggestion of gray, indicating a presence.

One… two… three…

You flip on the light switch with the mace squarely in front of you, shaking with adrenaline as you prepare for the intruder to leap at you. But… he doesn’t. He stays on the couch, and now his hands are in the air, eyes wide as he stares down the bottle of mace from a few feet away.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“Who-” you pause. Take in the curly hair, the brown eyes, the tattoos decorating his arms, one of which has a fresh surgical scar still healing on it. “-Kylo?”

“Um… hi.”

Relief sweeps through your body so fiercely you have to lean against the door for support. He must have seen you waver because he gets up in an instant, reaching for you. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay, I-”

“What the hell are you doing!?” You practically shriek, your voice an octave higher than its normal range. “What- what?! Kylo? I nearly attacked you!”

He winces, and backs up a few paces, like he’s afraid you still might. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll leave, I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea-”

He’s rambling as you get your breath back, and eventually your brain begins to process that Kylo Ren is standing in your apartment. It’s been two weeks since he was discharged from the hospital. And despite your hands still shaking and clutching the mace and your heart beating out of your chest… you’re happy to see him. Honestly happy to see him.

“Kylo- Kylo! Stop!” He does, shutting his mouth. “What are you doing here?”

“Um- waiting for you.”

“In my apartment? In the dark? How did you even get in here?”

“I- you probably don’t want to know.”

Jesus Christ. “So you-” you blink and shake your head in disbelief, still not processing. “You broke into my apartment. To wait for me until I got home from work. Do you- do you need something? Why didn’t you just go to the hospital?”

“I needed to see you.”

Your brain goes into nurse mode, and you immediately step closer so you can see the still-healing wound on his arm. “Did it not close up properly? Is it infected? If so we need to get you on antibiotics-” you reach for his arm without thinking, and he intercepts you midair, grabbing your wrist like he did so many times in the hospital. The feeling is almost familiar. You look up at him. “What?”

“The scar is fine. I just-” he seems to be at a loss for words. The two of you stare at each other for a second. And then, ever so slowly, just like he did the last night you saw him, he lets his hand wander up to your cheek, stroking a piece of hair back behind your ear.

You suddenly realize the two of you are very, very close.

But you don’t move his hand away either.

“Just what?” Your voice is a little breathy, probably because your heart is once again racing at a million miles an hour. It ratchets up to a million and one when Kylo steps even closer and pulls you to him, letting his head dip towards yours so he can capture your lips in a kiss.

It’s gentle and incredibly hesitant, so soft you can hardly tell it’s there. But when you don’t move away his hand slides to the back of your neck and he kisses you deeper, making tingles run all up and down your spine.

Both of you are breathing hard when he finally pulls away. “I just needed to do that at least once,” he whispers, and before you can respond he’s shouldered past you and is halfway out the door.

“Kylo- Kylo! Wait!” You shut the door before he can leave, practically barring it with your body. “You can’t- you can’t just say nothing and then kiss me and then leave and-”

His eyes darken as he looks down at you. “Do you want me to stay?”

You hear yourself reply before your brain catches up with your mouth. “Yes.”

He smiles, a brilliant smile that’s become the quickest way to melt your heart. “Then I’ll stay.”

“Good.”

Both of you blink. And you don’t really know if you or he’s the one who goes in first for the next kiss, but then, it really doesn’t matter now does it? Because the way he murmurs “my angel” against your lips has you reeling like you have just fallen from heaven.

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