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gracie-eilish · 3 days ago

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your girl💋

summary: you and billie are hanging with friends and she’s feeling a little flirty and confident😉

an: i got my nails done today so i typed this with long nails for the first time in forever. so please excuse any typos my nails may have caused and i missed🤦‍♀️🫠

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The party buzzed with warmth and laughter as I arrived, shaking off the cold from outside. I tossed my coat onto the pile on the couch in the front room and made my way down the hall toward the chatter and music. “Hellooooo!” I called, announcing my arrival.

A wave of greetings rippled through the room, faces lighting up as they saw me. “Finally!” Kayleigh exclaimed, rushing over to hand me a drink. “We were about to send a search party!”

“Studio ran late, and then, of course, traffic,” I explained, taking a grateful sip. “But I’m here now!”

Kayleigh looped her arm through mine, dragging me into the kitchen. Taylor, Gracie, and Claudia were huddled there, laughing over some snacks. “Look who finally decided to join us!” Kayleigh announced dramatically.

Gracie grinned, tossing a pretzel into her mouth. “About time, Y/N. We were starting to think Billie was gonna pout all night without you.”

“Pouting?” I laughed, grabbing a piece of chocolate from the counter. “What does she have to pout about? I’m here now.”

“She literally sighed and stared at the door every five minutes,” Taylor chimed in with a smirk.

“Like a lovesick puppy,” Claudia added, feigning dreamy eyes.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “She’s ridiculous,” I muttered, warmth blooming in my chest at the thought.

Gracie leaned in conspiratorially. “You know she’s been winning Uno just to take out her frustration, right?”

“Oh no,” I groaned, laughing. “I better go save everyone before she gets too competitive.”

“Please do,” Taylor begged. “She’s one step away from flipping the table.”

Leaving the girls behind, I made my way into the living room. Billie was mid-game, her brow furrowed in concentration as she slapped down a card with force. “Reverse!” she announced triumphantly, earning a groan from Ava.

“You’re evil,” Ava muttered, glaring at her dwindling deck.

“Evil? No, I’m strategic,” Billie shot back, grinning smugly.

Finneas shook his head. “You can’t call it strategic when it’s pure luck, Billie.”

“Luck?” Billie gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? This is pure skill, Finneas.”

“Skill, my ass,” Zoe interjected, slapping a Draw Four card on the pile. “That’s for earlier, Billie. Enjoy.”

The room erupted in laughter as Billie let out an exaggerated, “Nooooo!” clutching her chest as if mortally wounded.

“Play it, loser,” Jane teased. “Let’s keep it moving.”

Moments later, Billie redeemed herself with a Wild card, and the room exploded in protests as she yelled, “Uno! And… game!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sabrina groaned, tossing her cards onto the pile.

Billie stood up, arms raised in victory. “That’s right, bow down to your champion!”

“Sit down,” Finneas said flatly, though he couldn’t hide his grin.

As Billie did a playful victory lap, her eyes landed on me. Her smug grin softened into something more playful as she called out, “Baby!”

All heads turned toward me, and before I could respond, Billie smirked and added, “Come give your girl a kiss, mama.”

The room erupted in whistles and teasing laughter. My jaw dropped, a mix of laughter and embarrassment bubbling up as my cheeks turned bright red. “Oh my God,” I muttered, making my way over to her.

Billie met me halfway, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in for a deep kiss. My giggle was muffled against her lips as the room whooped and hollered.

“Get a room!” Zoe yelled playfully.

“You’re just jealous,” Billie shot back, pulling away just enough to smirk at her.

“That I don’t have to put up with your Uno tyranny? Not really,” Zoe quipped.

Ignoring the banter, Billie looked back at me, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’m her girl,” she declared proudly, her arm tightening around my waist. “See that? Hers. Me. I’m her girl.”

“Literally the most obnoxious winner I’ve ever seen,” Finneas muttered.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Billie replied, guiding me back to the couch.

We settled in, her arm draped over my shoulders as I nestled into her side. Someone suggested putting on a Christmas movie, and the group began debating between classics and modern options.

When the drinks ran low, Billie stood, tugging me along. “C’mon, babe. Let’s go grab more drinks.”

In the kitchen, she turned soft, her teasing arrogance melting away. “How was your day, baby?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Busy,” I admitted. “But good. The song’s coming together.”

She smiled, her fingers grazing mine as she handed me a glass. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”

I softened under her gaze, squeezing her hand. “I know. Thank you.”

As we headed back to the living room, Billie stopped abruptly, her eyes darting upward. I followed her gaze to the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.

“C’mere, girly,” she said, wiggling her fingers for me to come closer. “I want another kissy.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out as I wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The group’s cheers echoed around us, Zoe yelling, “Again? Seriously?”

“Get used to it,” Billie shot back, kissing my cheek. “She’s mine, remember?”

“Tragic for us,” Jane teased.

We rejoined the group on the couch, Billie pulling me close again. “I love showing you off,” she whispered against my temple.

I smiled, resting my head on her shoulder. “And I love that you’re mine.”

The movie began, but I barely noticed. Being wrapped up in Billie’s arms felt like the only place I wanted to be.

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an: hope you enjoyed! i think i decided im a fluff girly, but i have no aversion to smut if i ever really learn to write it lol! send in requests! love you!💋💋💋💋

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autonomousroboticorganism · 29 days ago

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AVA (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you're listening to 'AVA' by Natalie Jane, and your partner reacts to you singing certain lines out loud as a prank

warnings - i changed the lyric 'who the f*** is Ava' to 'who the hell is Ava' just to make it slightly more appropriate, NOT implied cheating, just a funny lyric prank. if you have short hair, i put (other) there for you guys. if your name is Ava, please use another name in the song lyric 😭

a/n - out of all my drafts, this was a nagging idea i had. i will not lie, i was half asleep writing Soundwave's and Shockwave's. There's so many of them to write for, it takes a while so shhh, let soft Shockwave be for now

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus had been on Earth longer than most Autobots, but he was still fairly new to most of human culture. He had learned some since meeting Jack, Raf, Miko and you, but he was still confused about a lot of the things humans did. Like now, for example.

You walked into base with your wireless earphones in, under your hair/(other), so Optimus couldn't see them. You were humming a tune, before you suddenly belted out words that confused and alarmed the Prime.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Optimus's optics widened because you looked up at him just as you sang that, and because he didn't know it was just a song he went through every recent scenario in his processor, trying to find where he'd met an Ava. If he even knew an Ava. You noticed the slightly worried look on his faceplates, and pulled one earphone out.

"Optimus, are you okay?"

"I do not know," he admitted. "I can see you are upset with me."

"Huh?" You frowned, confused. "I'm not upset with you."

"What about this 'Ava'?" He questioned. "That you think I know. Because I am lost, (Name). I do not know an Ava."

You realised what must have happened, and suddenly started laughing. Optimus frowned, even more confused now, but waited for an explanation from you.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cute," you giggled, taking both your earphones out and stuffing them in your pockets as you made your way over to him. "My sweet, sweet Prime, there is no 'Ava'. I was listening to a song, and those were lyrics from the song. I didn't mean to make you panic, my love."

Optimus visibly relaxed, a smile forming on his lips again, "That is.good to hear. But I now question what you choose to listen to."

Your jaw dropped, because that is the closest Optimus would ever get to insulting something, "Are you saying my music taste is bad?" You were stunned. Nothing had prepared you for this.

Optimus chuckled, "Maybe you should listen to songs with nicer words. That do not imply infidelity."

You laughed at that and let him scoop you up so you could give him his daily dose of kisses. He, being oddly bold today, asked for more and cited your distressful prank as a reason, to which you only laughed more and obliged.

BUMBLEBEE

Bumblebee knows about Earth music. He's listened to it before, and Raf also introduced him to some new genres. Unfortunately, he still does not realise that lyrics are just lyrics, and in your case do not mean a thing.

It's been a quiet week for the bots, so your great idea to make the base livelier was a prank war. So far it was going in the humans' favour, but the bots were quick learners. They had some pretty creative ideas for pranks, as you and the other human kids found out.

Especially Bumblebee, that guy was a menace. It's always the quiet ones.

After you'd been terrified by a fake spider and turned to run away, only to get a face full of pie, you suddenly got an idea. It was one you'd had for a while, but you hadn't planned to use it until now.

You walked into base the following day, your hair/(other) covering your earphones, and walked up to Bumblebee. Before he could greet you, you launched into song, putting on your best impression of anger.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

If Bumblebee's optics could get any wider, they probably would have. He instantly beeped and whirred in a panic, rushing to you and shaking his servos and helm frantically. Saying he didn't even know an Ava, and he would never evem dream of having another girl when he already has you. He was so cute and sweet about it that you kind of felt bad.

"Bee-"

He interrupted you with more beeps and whirrs, hurriedly trying to reassure you that he was so attached to you and you only that he doesn't even acknowledge the existence of other girls, except maybe Miko but that's because her existence is hard to ignore. That made you giggle, and you shook your head with a smile.

"Bee, it was a prank."

He beeped, what.

You laughed even more at how offended he got, "Baby, I know you don't know an Ava. That's just a song I like to listen to. After the fake spider fiasco yesterday, I figured I owed you one."

He whined, but that's just mean!

"So is pranking me with the very bug you know I'm terrified of!"

He claimed this was different, and admitted that for a moment he was afraid you were serious and you were going to leave him and he would have had no idea why. He called you mean again, saying you hurt his feelings, but that last part you could tell was more teasing.

"Aw, I'm so sorry my baby," you cooed, beckoning him closer to offer him kisses. "I just wanted to get my very crestive prankster boyfriend back. But I promise I will never do it again."

He hummed satisfactorily.

SMOKESCREEN

Smokescreen is so cute that you almost don't want to prank him. He's been nothing but sweet, adoring and loving towards you, and it makes you feel guilty that you want to play what seems like a mean prank on him. But Miko encourages you, saying Smokescreen isn't that sensitive and will actually appreciate the prank since it will liven things up around the base.

You weren't so sure, but proceeded with the prank anyway. Plugging in your earphones and hiding them with your hair/(other), you played the song and walked into the main area where everyone was gathered. Miko hushed Jack as he was talking to her, confusing the poor boy.

"(Name)!" Smokescreen lit up, excited to see you as always. He had no idea that you couldn't hear anything he said.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

"~I bet she's dyin' to date ya, and be your entire world~"

You had pulled out your earphones to hear his response, only to listen to him sing the next part of the chorus. Your jaw dropped, as did Miko's and everybody else's.

"Plot twist," the younger girl commented.

"Smokescreen, what?" You blinked, confused. "That's not how this was supposed to go."

Your boyfriend chuckled, kneeling down to get closer to you, "Sweetspark, pretty girl, light of my life, you didn't seriously expect me to not see through your little prank? I cling to you like glue! So I wouldn't know an Ava, because everywhere you've been, I've been."

"I...yeah, that's true," you sighed. "Oh well."

"Also, I may have learned the lyrics to all the songs you like," he admitted, his faceplates heating up, "I figured it might come in handy if you ever wanted to belt them out while I was driving...I could at least do that with you too."

Your cheeks burned, a warm feeling filling you, "That's... actually incredibly sweet, Smoke. Now I feel even guiltier."

Smokescreen lifted you up onto his servo and shot you one of his brightest smiles, "Don't be! I think it's cute that you tried to prank me, baby. But you underestimate just how much I know about you."

"Clearly," you laughed, then leaned in to kiss his faceplates. "You're cuter. Come on, show me stuff you like then. I want to learn yours too."

And the others didn't see you two for the rest of the day.

KNOCK OUT

Knock Out doesn't care very much for human culture. He's only into the vehicles because they look good, but other than that he's not a fan. However, since becoming attached to you he has found himself growing intrigued by the things that you did. You were cute, and everything you did was cute in his opinion.

The one thing he knows the least about, though, is human music. He listens to the radio occasionally, and sees some movies at drive-in theatres, but he doesn't listen to any music. Still, he can be pretty devious when he wants to be, and can flip the situation around with ease - after all, he is a Decepticon and trickery is their brand.

"What did you do while I was gone, darling?" The red mech asks as he finally returns from yet another mission.

You, with one earphone in and one out, immediately launch into song, "~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

"Ah, yes, you found out," he didn't miss a beat, "That's my other human girlfriend I go see when I'm not here."

"Knock Out!" You glared at him and tried to look for something to throw at him.

He chuckled and came over to where you were sitting, "Pretty girl, you started it. Like I told the Autobots' humans, you can't con a con. But it was a cute attempt."

You huffed, crossing your arms, "You're just mean!"

"Oh, I'm the mean one?"

"Yes!"

His expression softened, a rare side of him coming out as he gently lifted you up into his servos, being mindful not to poke you by accident.

"You are my only human, you know that," he spoke softly, gently, "And will only ever be. I can barely tolerate any other."

For a moment you side-eyed him, much to his amusement, but then you caved and uncrossed your arms, eyes meeting his blood-red optics.

"That was actually sweet, Knock Out. Thank you," you smiled.

"Sweet enough to merit a kiss?" He grinned deviously.

"Of course," you leaned in and went to kiss his faceplate, but he had other ideas.

That being turning his head so that your lips met his own instead. Cheeky Decepticon.

WHEELJACK

He is both the easiest and hardest target for this. On one hand, he knows absolutely nothing about humans and your culture, but on the other he is so faithful thst pranking him with a lyric implying unfaithfulness was going to be difficult. He didn't care much for humans, but you were his favourite, so why would he ever go for another?

Still, you thought it would be funny to try. Your mischievousness was one of the reasons Wheeljack liked you so much, and if you weren't planning something he would be suspicious. The problem was...each day you had something different. He could never predict what you were going to do next. He both liked it and felt uneasy about it.

He had just returned from rescuing June and Fowler from Knock Out, when you decided to hit him with the damning lyrics.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Miko tried her best to hold in her giggle, Jack and Raf shaking their heads in dismay. Wheeljack stopped in his tracks, his optics landing on you, who was glaring at him - or at least pretending to.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" He came over to the railing.

"~I bet she's tryin' to date ya, and be your entire world?~" You tried to sound confident, but the second part of the chorus came out more like an uneasy question.

Wheeljack smirked, "That so? Well tell Ava she can get lost. I'm already dating someone, my very troublesome little woman."

Your cheeks burned, "You're no fun."

"It's cute when you cause trouble," he chuckled, "But when it comes to you, I don't play." He scooped you up and put you on his shoulder. "Now come on. I'd rather not have to stick around with the commander." He briefly looked at Ultra Magnus before carrying you off.

"You gonna tell me what happened?"

"Nah, your little prank lifted my mood. Don't wanna bring it back down again."

You grinned triumphantly, "I cheered you up?!"

"You always do, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE

You didn't even get a chance to try. The silent mech was notorious for knowing about everything that happened on the ship, so you knew that there was a slim chance of you getting away with your little prank. That and the fact that Soundwave didn't seem like the type to engage in such a trivial human activity.

But you got lucky eventually. Well, lucky and unlucky. After a crash landing, Megatron had infused the ship with Dark Energon, and it had turned on the Decepticons. Even Soundwave had been shut down, which was a very rare occurrence. So when everything returned to normal, and Soundwave rebooted, he was not exactly as aware or alert as he usually is. He needed to power down properly, get his systems back in order, before he returned to his duties. However, him entering his berthroom yielded an unexpected surprise.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~" You sang, and for once you caught the Decepticon off-guard.

In this state, Soundwave was disoriented. He could not differentiate between prank, joke, or serious accusation so he immediately assumed the worst. Because he had been shut down, he thought in the time that had lapsed he had somehow woken up and done something to upset you.

Did I meet someone new and just do not remember it? Appeared on his visor. Followed by a worried-looking emoji. I am sorry.

That's how you knew Soundwave was not okay. He would usually either dismiss your prank entirely, or shake his helm in dismay st your antics. But he never, ever fell for them, and now you felt bad.

"No, no, no," you quickly shook your head and rushed over to him as he sat down on his berth, a little wobbly. "It was a prank, I'm sorry. You don't know an Ava, I know that. Are you okay?"

Need to reboot systems, he typed. As my one and only human, I require you to stay with me.

"Of course, Soundwave," you rested against his chassis when he put you there. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

And you smiled at the 'one and only human' part, even though you had already known Soundwave was extremely loyal. But it was always nice to hear/read.

SHOCKWAVE

You don't even try to prank this guy. First of all, he's too busy working all the time to entertain your pranks, and secondly you're too nervous to prank him because he's so intimidating. You might be dating him, but even you are a little scared of him still.

So you're sitting on his table, near one of his tools, and you have your earphones plugged in. A song you like starts playing, and you hum along to it for a few seconds before you unintentionally sing the chorus out loud.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Shockwave looks up from his work, a little confused by those words, "I do not know any human except for you. I would not know who this...Ava, is."

Your face burns, "No, no, it's just a song. It's not real, even I don't know an Ava. Never knew one. I just like the song."

Shockwave tilted his helm, puzzled by why you would like a song that explores the theme of unfaithfulness and a girl's boyfriend being pursued by another girl. Humans were weird.

"I do not understand."

"That's okay," you smiled at him. "Never mind. I'll keep it down."

Shockwave shook his helm, "No need. Your noise does not disturb me. Carry on."

That was as close to "I like hearing your voice" as you'd get with him, so you nodded and continued to listen to your songs. Smiling at the fact that his first reaction was to reassure you that you were his only human.

"You are cute."

That casually-thrown compliment was jarring, and you looked up at the scientist, "What?"

"Me simply reminding you that you alone are mine made you smile. That was cute. Is that not the word humans use?"

"No, no, it is, I'm just not used to hearing you say it."

"Your argument is logical."

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janeyseymour · 9 months ago

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Scrubs

Summary: Melissa's nonna is in the hospital and you just so happen to be the nurse assigned to the woman.

WC: ~3.2k

The last thing that Melissa Schemmenti expects when she picks up the phone that day is to hear her mother crying into the phone that Nonna had a stroke and was in the hospital.

“Ma? What do you mean Nonna had a stroke?” Melissa rushes out as she’s grading papers in her classroom.

“She- she had a stroke, I don’t know!” the older Schemmenti hisses into the phone. “The point is, she’s in the hospital, and she’s asking for you- so you better get your ass down here and be here for her!”

“I-” Melissa glances up at the clock. She still has half an hour of her prep, and if she acts fast, she can pull together sub plans, arrange for coverage, and run out. “I’ll be there as soon as I sort everything out with my kids.”

“Please,” her mother whispers into the phone, and it breaks the teacher’s heart the way she can hear her mother falling apart inside.

“I’ll be there, Ma. Just give me a bit of time.”

As soon as Melissa hangs up with her mother, she’s dialing Ava.

“Melissa, what? I’m watching The Bachelor,” the principal answers the phone, clearly pissed at being interrupted.

“And I don’t give a shit,” the redhead retorts into the phone as she pulls up a document to start making her plan for the rest of the day. “I have to go. Family emergency. My kids are at music, I’m leaving plans on my desk, and I honestly don’t care if it goes well or not. I don’t even care who my sub is.”

At the note that she doesn’t care who her sub is, Ava is intrigued. “Girl, is everything okay?”

“No. My nonna is in the hospital for the first time in her life, my mom just called me in tears, and I have to go be there,” Melissa rushes out. “Please, just get me a sub.”

The desperate tone that the tough teacher uses sparks something within the principal, and she sits up a bit straighter and close out of the hulu tab she has open on her computer. “Go. I’ll handle it.”

“Thank you.” She hangs up after that, types at rapid speeds to finish her plans for the rest of the day, not even bothering to check it for any spelling or grammar errors, prints it, and runs out of her room.

Before she heads out, she does stop down to her work wife’s room. Barbara is in the middle of teaching though, and it makes the other veteran teacher raise a brow at her friend unexpectedly dropping by.

“Miss Schemmenti, how can I help you? I am in the middle of a lesson.”

“Just letting you know that I’m running. There’s ziti in the fridge, and it’s yours,” the redhead states. She knocks once on the doorframe before sprinting down the hall and out to her car before Barbara can get a word out.

She’s at the hospital and in the building far faster than her mother had expected.

“Melissa, dear,” the woman’s mother runs to her. “You got here fast.”

“When you call telling me to get to the hospital for Nonna, I run a few lights,” Melissa shrugs as she embraces her mother. “How is she?”

“As feisty as ever,” the teacher’s mother groans. “Claiming that she doesn’t need to be here, they’re treating her all wrong, and she’s threatening to leave while hooked up to all of their machines. I’m sure she could use seeing you right now to calm her down.”

“Where is she?”

Melissa is led back to the room, and she can hear her grandmother before she can see her.

“Dammit to hell, I am fine! Would you quit poking me?” she’s yelling at the abundance of nurses in her room and personal space.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her. Then you crack a small smile “The doctor orders. I just have the pleasure of doing his dirty work.”

“Nonna,” the redhead sighs as she makes her way into the room. “The nurse is doing her job. They have to check your vitals and blood oxygen levels to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” the matriarch of the family grumbles, but she does lighten up just a little with her favorite granddaughter in the room now. Then, Melissa crosses her way over to the bed and takes her Nonna’s hand in her own. “You’re damned mother dragged me here.”

“Because you were having a stroke,” the mother exasperates. “You were having a stroke, Ma. And I wasn’t about to let you die on my watch.”

“God couldn’t take me, even if he wanted to,” Nonna states. “He ain’t taking me off this earth until I see my Melly fall in love again.”

At that little comment from the woman in the hospital bed, you have to let out a soft chuckle. This woman really was something.

“What’s so funny, Miss…” the grandmother squints to read your name off of your badge. “Y/N?”

“Nothing, ma’am,” you bite back your laughter. “You’re a fiery one, you know that, right?”

“You ain’t the first one to call me that,” the woman tells you. “Hey, you’re pretty. What do you think of my granddaughter?”

“Nonna!” Melissa reprimands.

You do look up though, temporarily pausing what you’re doing. The woman now sitting by the bed is absolutely stunning. Her hair is beautiful, her green eyes sparkle in a way that you don’t think you’ve ever seen before, and her body is… wow.

And when Melissa sees your face for the first time, her jaw almost drops. You’re… you’re beautiful. If she didn’t know you were a nurse, she would think you were a model- you belong on a magazine cover in her opinion.

“Well?” the patient asks, rather impatiently.

You chuckle softly. “She’s a good granddaughter for getting here so quickly for you, Mrs. Schemmenti,” you tell her, and you do mean it.

“Yeah, yeah,” the woman waves you off, but that isn’t what she wants to hear. “What do you think of her though?”

Knowing you won’t get out of this one, you relent. “She’s very pretty.”

“You hear that, Annette?” the grandmother asks. “Y/N thinks our Melly is pretty! Melly, what do you think of Y/N?”

“Nonna, I ain’t-”

“What. Do. You. Think?” the woman grits out each of her words. “C’mon, just give me this one.”

“She’s very pretty, Nonna,” Melissa gives in to her Nonna’s pestering. “Now will you quit it?”

The grandmother just grins and shrugs. Then she winces as you begin to draw her blood.

“I know,” you say sympathetically. “But this is the last of the tests, ma’am, and then they do want to keep you for a few days to keep an eye on you.”

The grandmother sighs. “If you must. But enough of this ‘ma’am’ and ‘Mrs. Schemmenti’ shit. My name is Bea.”

“Okay, Bea,” you smile at her. “I’ll make a note of that.” If her sudden change in demeanor at the thought of staying in the hospital is odd to you, you don’t mention it. Neither do her family members- it’s abundantly clear that her being more open to the idea of staying is much easier than fighting her to stay.

“And don’t send in those other shit nurses,” she tells you. “If you’re around, I want you- the only woman here who isn’t trying to kill me, I swear.”

“Nobody is trying to kill you, Nonna,” Melissa rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “They are quite literally doing the opposite and keeping you alive.”

“I didn’t ask for that,” the grandmother huffs.

“You literally just told us that God can’t take you from this earth until I find love again!” Melissa groans. Then her eyes widen slightly at her realization. “Oh God, Ma! She’s gonna outlive us all!”

You just laugh as you quietly make your exit.

“She’s really pretty,” Nonna tells Melissa quietly.

“I see you’re feeling well enough to meddle in my love life,” the redhead notes.

“I already told you, I don’t know why I’m here,” the grandmother retorts. “It was just a little hiccup, and your mother freaked out over it.”

Annette puts her head in her hands. “Ma, you were slurring your words all over the place, and the doc already told you you had a mini stroke.”

“Eh, what do they know?” Nonna rolls her eyes. She turns her attention back to her granddaughter. “You should ask her out. She’ll be in my room a lot, and you and I both know you’ll be here for the next few days keeping your ol’ nonna company.

“Nonna, I’m not gonna ask the nurse out,” the teacher laughs. “She’s probably in a relationship as it is- nobody that pretty is single.”

“You is,” Nonna points out.

Those green eyes glare at her grandmother. “I am not nearly as pretty as she is.”

“Don’t sell yourself short there, Melly. Youse quite the looker, if I do say so myself.” Melissa took after her grandmother in the best possible ways.

The next time you come into the room, it’s to bring Bea her lunch, and Melissa is still sitting there.

“Ah, there’s the pretty woman,” the patient chuckles from her place in bed.

“Hi Bea,” you chuckle as you set her tray up for her. “I see you’re feeling better.”

“I was feeling fine when I first got checked in,” Bea laughs. “Now, what do you say you take a load off and sit with me while I eat since my granddaughter over here doesn’t much feel like talking to her old sickly grandmother?”

That gets the redhead to look up from the papers that she’s grading. “Nonna, are you sick, or aren’t ya? Make up your mind.”

“Quiet, you,” the woman in bed guffaws loudly. “I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be. Melly’s too busy grading her kids’ papers to talk to her dear old grandmother, and Annette is out takin’ a smoke break, so what do you say?”

You glance down at your watch. Your supervisor had given you a bit of time to handle Bea, knowing she was more difficult, but with her being so complacent at her request to have you come in more than the other nurses, you have the time. “I have about fifteen minutes,” you tell her with a smile as you sit down in one of the chairs there for visitors.

“That’s more than enough time for you to get to know Melly!” Bea grins.

“Nonna, I’m grading,” the redhead sighs as she bites the marker cap between her teeth.

“What do you teach?” you ask, clearly interested. You weren’t lying when you said that Bea’s granddaughter was very pretty, and if you have the time, maybe you should get to know her.

“Second and third,” the teacher huffs out as she marks an answer wrong on one of her student’s tests. “Down at Abbott.”

“Two grades?” you ask her, surprised. You had never heard of one teacher with two different grades at the elementary level.

“Budget wasn’t big enough to hire another teacher, and I’m the best second grade teacher there, so they gave me an extra ten third graders,” Melissa sighs.

“I’m sure you do a great job,” you assure her with a soft and warm smile.

Bea finds her way into the conversation. “Melly is the best teacher there is. It’s always a blast to go in as a mystery reader and watch her do her thing. The kids love her, and they should. She ain’t nearly as tough as she plays.”

“You ain’t nearly as tough as you play either, Nonna,” the granddaughter snorts as she sets aside her papers. “Where d’you think I learned all my tricks from?”

“Your mother,” Bea narrows her eyes, but they sparkle with mischief.

You chat with the two of them for the remainder of your fifteen minute break before you sigh and stand. “I have to get back to my rounds, but it was lovely to chat with you both.” You make sure to look at both of them, but your eyes do linger on the stunning woman sitting in the stuffy and uncomfortable chair next to the bed. “Call if you need anything.”

It’s a bit later that you’re called back into the Schemmenti room. Melissa is asleep in the chair, and Annette is conveniently out for another smoke break.

“What’s goin’ on, Bea?” you ask the patient. “Trying to cause more trouble for me?”

“Not this time,” she chuckles as her eyes stay glued to the soap opera on the television. “Just wondering if it would be possible to get another blanket, dear.”

You nod, head into the hall and grab another knit blanket before heading back in. You go to drape it over the elderly woman, but she shakes her head and points to the redhead.

“For her,” Bea instructs. “She’s freezing, as much as she won’t admit it. I’ve been watching her shiver through her entire nap.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes playfully, but you do gently set the blanket overtop of the sleeping woman.

When Melissa wakes, she’s warm. She remembers drifting off to sleep practically freezing as she pulled her Abbott Elementary sweatshirt as tightly to her body as she could.

“Good mornin’, sleepyhead,” Nonna chuckles.

“Where’d the blanket come from?” Melissa asks as she stretches just slightly, loving the way that her whole upper body cracks at the movement- it feels so good after being cramped in the chair for the day.

“I had Y/N bring it in for you,” the woman smiles. “Sweet girl. You should ask her out.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for any romance right now, Nonna,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “And ‘sides, I don’t even know if she’s gay.”

“She is,” the grandmother confirms. “We were chatting a bit earlier about her own love life when she came in to check my vitals.”

“How do you know?” Melissa raises a brow.

Nonna shrugs. “Mentioned something about an ex-girlfriend dumping her because she was always here… sounds like the perfect relationship for you- you workaholics seem to get along well, and you should know. You and Joe worked beautifully until he let himself go and wasn’t the driven man you thought you knew.”

“Don’t remind me of that time,” the granddaughter sighs.

“All I’m sayin’ is, you should ask her out,” Nonna grins and reaches a hand out. “She’s gorgeous, she’s a sweetheart, she has a good head on her shoulders… was telling me about how she works well with the little ones who come in and helps calm them down, so she’s good with kids. Everything you’re looking for.”

“I already told you, I ain’t lookin’,” Melissa rolls her eyes.

Nonna rolls her own green eyes. “You never want me to die,” she sighs dramatically.

The next few days, you spend quite a bit of time with the Schemmenti family because Bea practically refuses all of the other nurses on the clock. In that time, Melissa is almost always there. You find yourself looking forward to seeing her each day.

The day that Bea Schemmenti is discharged from the hospital, she pinches your cheeks and thanks you for your kindness and help over the last couple days- as much as she didn’t need it.

“Of course, Bea,” you chuckle as you shake her hand gently. “It’s been a pleasure getting to know you and your family.”

Melissa is holding onto the wheelchair to push her grandmother out of the facility when the older woman turns around and smacks the redhead’s arm. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Don’t you got something you want to ask Y/N?” Been prompts.

The teacher sighs. “Do you want a free grandma?”

“That was not the question, and you know it- you pain in my ass!” Nonna smacks her granddaughter’s arm playfully as she’s wheeled out.

“Thanks for taking care of crazy lady,” Melissa calls over her shoulder.

Once Melissa gets her grandmother settled at home, Nonna sighs dramatically. “I thought you said you were going to ask her out!”

“I said I would think about it, Nonna.”

“And that to me, means that you were! Come on now Melly!”

“Well, you’re out of the hospital, so there’s no reason for me to go back there again,” the redhead tells her grandmother.

“I could have another stroke,” the older woman suggests with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

“That would be dramatic, even for you,” Melissa rolls her eyes.

Nonna shrugs. “Your reason to go back there could simply be to ask her out.”

“Will that really make you happy?” the redhead finally begins to crack. She grabs her keys and circles them around her finger a few times.

“I’ve been trying to get you to ask her out for the past three days!” Bea nods frantically. “C’mon now. Don’t make me wait any longer for grandkids!”

“Nobody said anything about grandkids, Nonna!” Melissa tells her grandmother as she makes her way out the door.

You’re just about to take your twenty minute break when you see familiar red hair standing at the desk.

“Hi, Melissa,” you smile at her warmly. “What’re you doin’ back here?”

The woman runs a hand through her gently curled hair. “Makin’ my nonna happy.”

“How so?”

Melissa runs a hand over her face. “God, I can’t believe I’m letting my grandmother pressure me into this, but… do you wanna go out with me for dinner one night? Or I can cook?”

Your eyes widen at her question. “What?”

“My nonna took a liking to you and has been trying to get me to ask you out for the last three days… I thought about it, and here I am. What do you say?”

“I have…” you look down at your watch. “seventeen minutes left of my break?”

Those green eyes sparkle. She takes your hand gently and leads you outside.

Those seventeen minutes are the best that you’ve had in quite some time. The timer on your phone goes off all too quickly, and you let out a disappointed huff as you stand from the curb just outside the hospital doors. You dust yourself off before extending a hand out to help her up from the low stoop. She takes it with a smile.

“I don’t know about you,” Melissa tells you as she squeezes your hand. “But I would love to see you again… the next time you have a night off.”

“I have off tomorrow if that’s not too soon,” you laugh softly. You pull your phone out of your scrubs before handing it over.

“I’ll pick you up at six,” the redhead winks as she starts to make her way back to her car.

You watch her go before heading back into the hallway with the bright lights and smell of disinfectant.

When Melissa comes home, Nonna looks at her knowingly. “So?”

“Shut it,” the redhead laughs as she makes her way into the kitchen to start on the next meal.

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feyhunter78 · 11 months ago

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Jealously, Jealously

Couldn’t find a fanart I felt fit so have a gif!

Nerd!Miguel Masterlist

You’re not jealous, you can’t be jealous, because Miguel isn’t yours. You’re friends, study buddies, lab partners, platonic, platonic, platonic, so why do you feel so shitty watching him and this random girl—Ava she said her name was—flirting?

Maybe it’s because she’s flipping her long silky black hair over her shoulder, batting her thick naturally dark lashes up at him, laughing at his jokes with a laugh that sounds like music, and Miguel’s eating it up.

You’ve never seen Miguel so confident, and it hurts. You’ve been friends with him for ages now, and he’s never been so forward, so clearly sure of himself when he’s with you. He’s talking, leaning down to hear her better, letting her touch his arm, his chest, even his fucking neck.

You stew in silence, arms crossed, watching them from your place behind the Sig Epp letters.

You were supposed to be getting lunch, walking, and talking with Miguel, only stopping to say hello to Brett, but then this Ava girl showed up and all of a sudden, she and Miguel have to speak privately.

“What’s got you all heated?” Brett asks, bumping his shoulder into yours, joining you against the low wall, behind the giant painted letters.

They’re what four-five feet tall, painted in the Sig Epp colors, made of plywood and some other material you don’t really recognize, and don’t care to. They’re good to hide behind, and that’s what you’re doing.

“I’m not heated.” You tell him, rolling your eyes when Ava playfully squeezes Miguel’s bicep, her laugh ringing out through the courtyard.

“Tsst, ouch.” Brett says, jerking away from you dramatically, acting as if touching your shoulder burned him.

“You’re not funny.” You deadpan, averting your eyes from Miguel and onto Brett.

“I’m a little funny.” He says, “remember when I got Dr. Blevins to do that TikTok trend with me?”

“The one where you tried to guess which of the other professors in the department he hated?” You snort, turning to face him, leaning against the sun-bleached bricks.

It was pretty funny, Dr. Belvins wasn’t the nicest man on the planet, but who would’ve known he had such a hatred for Dr. Vervid? Though you shouldn’t be too surprised, there weren’t many people who liked the Organic Chemistry professor.

“See I’m funny.” Brett says, wriggling his eyebrows victoriously.

“You did one funny thing.”

He presses a hand to his heart. “You wound me y/n, truly, down to the deepest chasm of my very soul.”

“Alright, Shakespeare,” you laugh, “time to phone it in.”

Brett takes an exaggerated bow.

You roll your eyes but giggle. Brett is a goof, and while usually you find it all a bit ridiculous, it does the trick, the uncomfortable emotions you’re feeling lessen.

“No, but seriously, you seem upset, is everything alright?” Brett’s voice takes on a more serious tone, and he gives you a sympathetic smile. “I know we’re not close like you and Miguel, but I do consider you a friend, and if I can help, I’d like to.”

Are you crying? You think you might cry. “Shut up, why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m a nice guy, not like that, an actual nice guy, a nice person.”

You sigh and roll your neck, letting it hang to one side as you look at Brett. “I think I might be jealous?”

“Oh, of Miguel and Ava? Yeah, I see them hanging out sometimes, she’s hot.”

Gut punch.

“You’ve seen them hanging out?” You dig your nails into your palm to try and keep the emotion out of your voice. Thankfully it works.

“Sometimes, used to see them hanging out before you two got close, but it’s picked back up recently.” Brett says, casting a surprisingly subtle glance over at the dark-haired pair.

Double gut punch.

“Oh…cool.” You reach for your phone preparing to either hide in it or text Miguel and tell him you have to miss lunch, either way you’re pretty sure you’re going to start crying.

Brett snaps to attention and reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t even—I’m sorry.”

“No, no, Miguel and I are just friends, I don’t care who he hangs out with, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Totally doesn’t matter that he defended you against Kron, that he said he wanted to have a daughter with you. That you almost kissed, that he’s coming with you to the semiformal, that you eat lunch together every day during the week, totally doesn’t matter.

“Oh well...I don’t think they’re dating or anything, Miguel isn’t like that, he wouldn’t…” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s not the kind of guy to lead someone on.”

“I said we’re just friends. Bye Brett.” You snap, shoving your phone back in your pocket and readjusting your backpack as you speed walk in the opposite direction of Miguel. Hoping fervently that you can make it back to the Humanities Building, then to the parking lot, before he notices you’re gone.

Of course, you have no such luck, and you can hear Miguel calling out to you, then your phone lights up in your hand.

“Hey.” You say, keeping your voice calm.

“Y/N, where are you going, I thought we were getting lunch?” His voice is so sweet, so concerned, and you hate him for it.

“I forgot my next class was canceled, and I have a big essay coming up, I’m just going to go home and work on it.” You lie, digging your car keys out of your backpack.

“Oh…okay…” You can picture him, standing there all alone, looking down at his feet, clutching the strap of his backpack protectively, his voice thick with disappointment.

You hate yourself for feeling guilty, but then you remember he’s not alone, he has Ava.

“Just go eat lunch with Ava, you guys seemed pretty cozy, don’t let me interrupt.” You can’t stop the venom from dripping into your voice.

“Interrupt? Y/N, you wouldn’t be—no, I’m not—Ava is just—it’s not like that.” Clearly, the words are spilling past his lips faster than his brain can process them.

“I don’t care, go, have fun, do whatever you want.” It’s petty, and unreasonable, you know, but you’re hurt, and you want him to hurt too. You hang up and put your phone on do not disturb, slamming your car door shut and heading home as you burst into tears.

Directly connected parts are: Flowers On Your Doorstep and Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights

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jeonjaemark · 26 days ago

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kisses under the mistletoe || lee chan

content warning: none || masterlist

“c’mon y/n! you got this! go! go!” ava shouts from the other side of the table as i tried to color coordinate stacking my cups.

next to me chan knocks over a few blue cups off the table in the process of stacking his green cups. i scream when i pick up the stack of pink cups to stack on top of my blue cups knocking off my green stack. chan raises his hand in the air just as i finished stacking all my cups together in color coordination.

“nope! nope! nope! disqualified! sorry channie. you used both hands at the end.” isabella points out. “y/n wins this round.”

jen whines to isabella trying to explain that what she saw wasn’t true. i cheer in victory with ava hugging her.

“okay! next game!” seungcheol shouts.

round after round everyone alternates between different partners. the cheering and competitiveness from everyone intensifies making my adrenaline race through my veins. each round that went by meant another failed attempt at asking chan to be my partner. for every round he kept being partnered up with jen.

“okay the next game we are going to play is the paper dance.” isabella calls out. “so everyone get in a group of twos.”

loud voices collide over one another as everyone searches for a partner. one by one each of my friends all paired off with one another. i browse around the room for a partner when a pair of brown eyes lock with mine. chan smiles walking towards me when a certain red head steps into his view. i shrug my shoulders out of disappointment. they both exchange a few words then jen interlaces her fingers with his. chan follows behind her taking a newspaper with them from the table and stood across the other side of the room next to seungcheol and jeonghan. chan doesn’t care to look at me once, only engaging in conversation with jen.

maybe he wasn’t looking at me earlier. maybe i was just imagining it. maybe he was looking at something else. he didn’t look back at me like he wanted to apologize or anything like he usually does. in fact he hasn’t spoke or talked much with me much today. it’s not like he was interested in me like i thought. just focus on the games.

my heart sinks to my stomach watching him smile as she whispers something into his ear as the corners of her lips rise. i browse the room again when a different pair of brown eyes meets mine. mingyu. his tall muscular frame walks towards me asking me to be his partner. i nod happily taking his hand as we walk off to the middle of the floor. there was about nine different partners scattered around the room with their newspaper on the ground.

the music starts to play and we dance circling around the newspaper. the music stops and everyone quickly steps onto the paper. isabella goes around making sure no one’s feet is outside of the paper. she resumes the music stopping at random times causing everyone to scream each time.

dino pov

i shift between my feet holding jen close to me as she presses her head against my chest. her arms around my waist. i look over jen’s shoulder to observe the others when i hear a certain infectious laugh from across the room. y/n was wrapped up in mingyu’s arm. his lips hovering near her ear whispering as she bites back another laugh.

something rages inside of me at the sight of mingyu being so close and intimate with her. y/n nods her head at his whispers before she leans up to whisper into his ear. he lowers himself to hear her better and she gently caress his cheek while talking. he laughs securing his hand tighter around her waist.

joshua clears the remaining couples after eliminating jun and ava. mingyu carefully let’s go of y/n, his hand still on the small of her back tracing random circles. she leans her head comfortably against his arm while waiting for isabella to play the song again. if i didn’t know them i would assume they were together. a bitter taste fills my mouth watching them cling onto one another.

mine. all mine. not his.

“chan. chan. are you listening to me?”

“sorry, what did you say?” i finally look at jen.

“i asked for the next round did you want to try piggyback since the paper is getting smaller and we both can’t fit.” she repeats.

“yeah. yeah, that sounds like a plan.” i tell her.

the music plays up again and we start circling around the paper. jen sways her hips to the pop rhythm of sabrina carpenter’s a nonsense christmas. however my focus is no longer on her or this game. instead i can’t stop looking over at y/n who is lip syncing along to the song with mingyu as they dance together. the way her body sways melting into the rhythm of the song and her enthusiasm with the song could have anyone mesmerized by her aura. the music cuts off at the second chorus and jen quickly hops into my back. i loop my arms under her thighs as she hooks her arms around my neck.

“ahhh! kim mingyu!” y/n shrieks giggling.

i spin around finding y/n tossed over mingyu’s shoulder. he stood with pride holding onto her tightly with her ass right next to his face. our friends all coo and tease after him. the rage inside me earlier had disappeared leaving behind a deadly inferno in its awake.

“chan! jen! you’re out!” isabella calls out.

i look down at my feet not realizing i had stepped off the paper. jen hops down from back pouting her lips. i look around the room and didn’t even realize we were the only two partners left during the game which meant…

“y/n and mingyu win!” isabella announced, handing them their prize bag.

mingyu carefully sets y/n back down as they jump around together celebrating their victory. she pulls out a hundred dollar gift card to target. mingyu tells her something in her ear handing her the gift card. she smiles looking at him like he hung the moon and stars for her.

the others had clear out the floor to open gifts but i immediately walked out of the room and head to the kitchen. the amount of chemistry between mingyu and y/n felt suffocating. i couldn’t stand another second of it unless we wanted christmas turn into a boxing match. i take a big gulp from my cup trying to cool off and erase the images of y/n and mingyu together.

“just so you know, there is nothing happening between me and y/n.” a voice interrupts my calm.

“good to know.” i look over my shoulder at mingyu who browses the fridge for a cold one.

how did he get in here so fast? was he watching me? how did he know i was thinking of y/n not jen?

“it is good for you to know so you can stop plotting my death in your head.”

“i wasn’t plotting your death in my head.”

“stop trying to deny it. you don’t think i saw the way you were eyeing me the entire game.” he half laughs patting my back. “just a little advice before we go in there, if you want her then go tell her.”

y/n pov

after gift opening i sat in between isabella, ava and mingyu who were exchanging restaurant recommendations while in london. mingyu had told me earlier that he had booked a trip to london for a few weeks which i was happy for him because he has always talked about wanting to go on trip there someday.

“so what’s making your pretty face sulk?” isabella caresses her hand against my cheek.

“i am not sulking.” i crossed my arms against my chest, swatting her hand away.

“it’s not a what, but a who.” mingyu said knowingly.

“it’s chan, isn’t it?” ava chimes.

“it’s not him. it’s not anyone or anything.”

“y/n, stop being such a wuss and tell him already.” isabella hissed.

“why should i? he seems so wrapped up with jen. i doubt he cares about me like that.” his hands were getting pretty comfortable being all over her body. the way he looked and smiled at her when she was talking to him or even when she wasn’t looking at him.

“trust me. he cares.” mingyu takes a swig of his beer. “he kept giving me death glares every time i had to touch you during the paper dance game.”

“death glares don’t mean anything.” i deadpanned.

“if they don’t mean anything then why did you keep doing it to jen every round.” mingyu pointed out in a matter of a fact.

i glare at mingyu. who’s side was he even on? i huff a breath and grumbled, “because she was hogging my man for every game round. you would think she would try to diverse herself for every round but nope.”

“she wouldn’t be hogging him if you and chan just both confessed you liked each other. this pining thing going on between you two for the last few months is getting ridiculous.” isabella spat, tossing a piece of her cookie into her mouth.

ava takes my hand into hers, “y/n, we love you. you’re an amazing, beautiful girl and i say this with so much love and support but if you don’t confess now then you’re gonna lose your man to jen.”

———

i hated how right my friends were. i only knew jen through ava so we weren’t close but i knew she would respect girl code if i would just confess my feelings to chan. i wonder around the house searching for him since i haven’t seen in the last forty minutes. now thinking about it, i haven’t seen jen either. when i turn down the hall i heard soft whispers and chuckles. i peer the corner only to find chan and jen sat at the bottom of the stairs. her knees brushed against his and he leans back taking in her lips onto his.

i take a few steps back into the hall making my way to the kitchen. the courage i had earlier dies. my heart shattering into a million pieces. isabella is the first one to notice me but i force a grin to my lips. i up the wattage of my grin to not seem too fake but not too sad either. i join them again as mingyu hands me drink he made.

chan walks back into the kitchen with jen following shortly behind him. i overheard her mention that she was going to leave soon. ava asked her to stay longer because dahlia would be stopping by but jen tells her that she has some work stuff to go over. chan walks over to jen handing her beer and she nods at him giving a soft but weak grin. chan’s eyes meet mine and something different flashes over them. his hand signals for me walk with him but i shake my head and sip on my drink.

slowly everyone disappears out of the kitchen heading to living room for the intense game of mario kart. all my brain could do for the past i-don’t-know minutes was replay the kiss chan and jen shared.

did it mean anything to him? did he like it? does he like her the same ways she likes him? were they dating now? did they do more than just kiss?

all these questions pounded into my head like a mallet. i make way towards the sink to wash some dishes hoping it would distract me. however the butterflies in my stomach take flight when i felt someone standing next to me. i kept my eyes focus on the dishes.

“what are you doing here, chan?”

“nothing. i just want to spend time with you.”

“shouldn’t you be spending time elsewhere.”

“there’s nowhere else i want to be.”

“are you sure jen won’t go dizzy being away from you and missing you? you’ve been spending the entire party around her and made out with her by the stairs.”

i gently shove past him to put away the plates in the upper cabinet. chan chuckles leaning back against the counter.

“i should be asking you the same thing. will mingyu be okay being away from you this long? you two seemed quite comfortable with being touchy with each other during the paper dance game.”

“chan, it’s part of the game. it’s not like i made out with him like how you did earlier with jen.”

“are you jealous?” he taunts.

“and what if i am? what is it to you?” i arched an eyebrow. my voice cold and stern.

i heard him chuckle more to himself, “y/n, the entire party i have been wanting to spend time with you. every time there was a new round of games i wanted you to be my partner but jen kept asking me before i could get to you.” he clarifies. “also i wasn’t making out with her by the stairs. she kissed me before i could tell her that i only like her as a friend because i have feelings for you.”

my body freezes at his confession. a tingling excitement sparks up my spine. it takes everything inside me to not scream or show any signs of relief. instead i stood silently staring at him trying to process his sudden confession.

chan must have noticed the sudden shift in my expression and silence. he runs his fingers back through his hair as his ears turn red. “of course, if you don’t feel the same way as me then we can just pretend that i didn’t just confess my feelings and we continue being friends.”

i open my mouth to talk but chan was already halfway out of the kitchen, “lee chan!”

he freezes in place at the sound of his full name and i walk closer to him, “i didn’t think of you as the type to give up so easily.”

“well i was feeling kind-of shy and stupid confessing when you weren’t saying anything and looking at me.”

“well, can i say something then?”

he nods.

“you know we are under the mistletoe, right?” dino looks up noticing the plant hanging above us. i close the distant between us and mumble, “kiss me.”

“are you sure? you don’t have to do this because you feel bad —-“

i shrug my shoulders letting out a groan before pulling him by his jacket, crashing my lips against his. the knot in my stomach exploded as a rush of euphoria takes over my body. his hands find their way to face caressing my face. i take his bottom lip into mine as my hands squeezed his hips trying to ground myself. he hums in satisfaction making me grin against him.

i slowly pull away pressing my forehead against him, “if that didn’t make it clear enough, i only have feelings for you, lee chan and it’s way more than just a friend.”

chan smirks gazing into my eyes. “so this is it? we’re dating as in boyfriend girlfriend?”

“well take me out on a date first and if it goes well then i’ll let you know the answer.” i teased against his lips.

after talking things out with chan i follow him back to the living room when mingyu spots us. his eyes switching between us like a ping pong ball. a knowing but suspicious smirk forms at the corner of his lips.

“so i take it you two made out? i mean made up?” mingyu teases, biting back a laugh.

i chuckle hiding behind chan as he smiles at him. “you’re lucky you’re taller than me otherwise you would be in trouble right now.”

“aww, channie. i think love has made you more bratty. also that shade of lip stain is not your color and your lips look a bit swollen.” he pulls up his sleeve pretending to wipe away at the smudges.

i laugh covering my face with my hands when chan says, “i would tread lightly if i were you, especially with the way you played during the paper dance with my girl.”

soonyoung calls over chan before mingyu could retort a response between their playful banter. i pull him back for moment and whisper into his, “calm down, channie.you don’t have to be jealous. i have always been yours. no need to threaten one of your best friends.”

he side eyes me grinning and mumbles about how he’s just protecting what’s his. i shake my head at him as he kissed my temple before joining soonyoung and the others. as much as i wanted to stop smiling and walk over all cool and collected, it wasn’t going to happen. all three of them were giving me knowing looks definitely wanting answers. i look back at the other side of couch finding a pair brown eyes already on me. chan winks before turning away to focus back on the game as i continue to fill my friends in the details on my new love life.

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moth-scrunk · 2 months ago

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I have realized somehing with the news of a possible Farmer Vic. I looked back at “The Box” episode, and rewatched a specific scene.

The lasso scene. I never really considered it, but Vic knows how to use that lasso very, very well. During the scene, we as the audience see this as a callback to the first episode Victim was introduced into. The video that showed him and his clone using the different tools to fight against their creator.

But this is very different with the context of how GOOD Victim is at using the lasso tool. He didn’t just learn to use it, he learned to master it. He snagged Chosen out of the air-

-and then brought him in. Closing the distance, pulling on the rope until-

-he tugged on the end and brought Chosen straight to him.

To anyone, this was a clear message to Vic’s capabilities with working with tools, but what stood out to me was the scene that happens immediately after.

Chosen starts attempting to flee from Vic, dazed and already pinned, and Victim?

.. He cracks the whip, showing his strength behind the hit, the anger. The camera then slowly zooms in on Chosen-

Its this slow, subtle rise in music that we suddenly understand what’s going on. Chosen knows who this is now, Chosen suddenly remembers exactly who this is.

Everyone has been joking about how Farmer Vic’s home is about to get nuked by fire in the next AVA drop, but if that is the context: Everything lines up.

Victim having a reason to hurt Chosen, Chosen not even remembering who Victim is despite destroying his home, Victim’s cold reaction to seeing the Dark Lord getting nuked by Second(Orange) in the scene where it shows his death.

Everything suddenly makes sense. Victim isn’t just attacking Chosen because he can.

Victim isn’t just getting his revenge on Alan.

He is shaming the god who hurt his friends. The animals, the sticks who took Victim in upon his first fall down to the lands he’s now stuck in.

He was casted by his god to die, but was saved by strangers. He was given a home with cattle and lamb, given food and comfort. For once in his life he was safe and free from pain.

Then Chosen and Dark came along, born from the same god that had casted Victim aside. The same god who now unwilling unleashed hell upon the lands.

Victim would have watched his new friends and family burn. He could have watched the horror happen right in front of him. He hates the hollows for what they did, reminding him of his past creator, of his past in general. Filled with grief and sorrows he wished to swallow down, but instead was forced to live with.

So he hatched a plan, one to be seen by us, but in my opinion? He’s already succeeded in half of his plan.

He has humiliated the so-called “God” “, “The Chosen One”, and “The Dark Lord” is dead. Two threats now no longer threats. Now all he needs to do is reach Alan.

.. but then what? What happens when the smoke clears, when Alan is gone? Will he return to his life before? Will he try to leave behind his men and venture on to finally find his peace? Will he feel complete or content with his decisions?

Will he finally feel okay to grieve? To cry for what he has lost? To hold the remains of what was his first real life? Will he feel remorseful to those he hurt along the way? Will he ever say sorry or forgive any who hurt him?

If you ask me, no. I don’t think he ever will say sorry or forgive anyone, and he has a right to. He was born to be nothing more then a Victim to other’s crimes. He was born to be nothing more then a Victim to other’s wrath. He never deserved to be hurt, he never deserved to be tormented by a god that should have loved him.

Victim deserved to be happy. He deserved to have friends, play games, venture to new lands, see the beauty of life and enjoy it. He deserved to be held as he cried, hugged closely when scared, and protected when threatened.

Victim, Vic, deserved to live, and not suffer.

but because of Alan’s actions, because of Dark and Chosen’s actions, he does.

and now it’s no longer Vic who’s becoming the Victim.

#ava #animation vs animation #animation vs animator #alan becker #ava victim #Me ranting #and theory making #Dont mind me #Moth rambles #Ava

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melgolbach · 1 year ago

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SHE’S MINE. [Sam Golbach x Reader x Colby Brock]

warnings: possessive!samuel, jealous!samuel, mad!samuel, reader does get attacked sadly in this one-shot 😔 so be careful reading this! (SA— if you don’t know what that means it means sexuality assaulted),

((Part ONE))

It was another night in a different suburban neighborhood, your hands were tightened around a red solo cup. Your best friend, Ava, decided to throw a party in honor of you getting a promotion at your job (yet people just went just to get fucked up). You were supposed to go with your boyfriend Sam, but he and his best friend got caught up with something an hour before the party started.

You were probably on your third cup of whatever alcohol you were having, not even tipsy. Whoever brought this alcohol was definitely a light weight and have no good taste in real drinks, you were a bit sad about it, but at least you’ll still be sober when your boyfriend comes in.

“Wooo!” Your friend yelled, taking a shot and flipping it over and going to the next one on the white table. There was lots of shots on said table, one for your friend, one for the person she was competing with to get to the end of the table without getting fucked up. As soon as your friend finished, she had to do five spinning circles at the end and land with two feet standing up. She was so close, until she fell on one of the guys that came to the party.

“Woah there!” The guy said laughing, she laughed along with him. You walk your way over to the two, greeting the guy and having conversation. The conversation got heated with Ava and the said guy; so you went over to the kitchen to let them have their own thing going on. You were happy for her, only because she never has any guys coming into her life.

You were about to get your fourth or fifth drink of alcohol, you weren’t sure, when all of a sudden a tall blonde came up to you. It was definitely not your boyfriend, and definitely a guy you’d try to ignore. “Hey there cutie,” he started.

You gave him a look, “I have a boyfriend.” You flat out spoke. “I can’t call you cute?” He scoffed with a smile, his arm resting on the fridge and leaning towards you. “No, because I do not know you.” You said. “Well, my name is Dylan. What’s your name?” He gave you his hand to shake, and you didn’t do it in return.

You ignored him once again, trying to get out of the kitchen when only he blocked your path. Your eyes widened, “Will you please move? I’m trying to get back to my friend.” You huffed out. “Oh come on, I know you want a piece of me.” His words slurred, and he attached himself onto you.

You yelped, slapping his shoulder as his head dived into your neck. You cried out, but because of the music being so loud nobody could really hear you. You felt his lips attach your neck and that’s when you really started to scream, kick, and yell out for help.

“Shut up, quit being a pick me girl. You know you like this,” you felt his voice vibrate off of yours. You scoff at his words, unable to speak with the tears coming down your cheeks. You keep yelling, trying to push him off as his hands started to roam your body.

Sam finally made his way to the party. He greeted his friends that were already there, Colby walking off to who knows where. He headed inside, hearing the familiar song he was just playing in his car.

He smiled at the people around him, greeting, and then seeing the host of the party. “Ava!!” He yelled, hugging her tightly. “What’s up Sammmmeeeyyy?” She yelled, rocking back and fourth with the music. He laughed, and then his eyes wandered. His eyebrows furrowed. Where were you?

“Hey, where’s (y/n)?” He yelled over the music, “I dunno… I think she went to the kitchen!” She yelled, he nodded and walked that way. He felt his smile growing, he hasn’t seen his girlfriend since 1 and it’s barely getting to 12 am. It’s been a long, stressful day and all he wanted to do was be with his loving girlfriend and relax at a party that was made for her.

Sam’s smile dropped when he heard his girlfriend. He knew that scream, he knew that crying. He ran quicker to the kitchen, and he immediately saw red.

He screamed, “get the fuck off of my girlfriend!” As loud as he could, people around stopped talking and watched from afar, seeing the smaller blonde tear the random guy off of the poor girl who was crying and struggling for the past ten minutes.

The music suddenly stopped playing, everyone was gathering around the kitchen as soon as they heard the sound of a slap. Ooo’s and aah’s could be heard from across the room, as Sam punched the ever living soul out of the guy that was sexually assaulting you.

You backed up into the corner, a hand on your mouth as you sobbed. Ava, now sober as ever, ran to your side and hugged you tightly. The only ever time you saw Sam like this, was at the 10 million subs party and it wasn’t as bad as this was.

Corey and Colby came rushing in from the back, shoving people as they reached the scene. “Oh shit…” Corey whispered, Colby wasted no time to grab ahold of Sam and wrap his arms around his best friend’s waist. “What the hell happened dude?” Colby asked. “This— this- this— this guy was—was touching her!” Sam yelled angrily, his cheeks were stained with tears already going down his face. Colby’s eyes darkened to the guy who laid lifeless on the checkered floor. Sam did a number on him, but Colby didn’t.

Corey grabbed ahold of Sam as his best friend shoved him that way, Colby got the guy’s bloodied white shirt with his fist, and punched him right in the nose. He shook his knuckles, then dropped the guy he was holding. His best friend gave him a look, and Corey gave him a big approving smile.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Ava spoke up. “Don’t know, but can we call the cops?” Corey asked. “Erm, after I just demolished him? And we’re having a party with loads of strangers?” Sam spoke sheepishly. “Ooo you’re right brother.” Corey hummed. Sam looked over at the corner, who Ava was hugging and covering.

“Hey, hey,” Sam thanked Ava, and hushed you quietly and cradled you in his arms. “You wanna go home?” He whispered, you nodded with hiccups. “Take me home,” your voice was horse and he winced. He nodded, “thanks for the party Ava.” He gave her a hug, you stayed put to his side. “Wanna come home with us Colby?” His best friend nodded, and the two waved goodbye to Ava and Corey once again.

You sat in Sam’s passenger seat, or as he likes to call it “passengers princess seat”. Colby sat in the middle of the car. The light from the mirror was on, tears were still rolling down your cheeks, Sam’s hand on your thigh as Colby’s was placed on your shoulder.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, more specifically your neck. You choked back a sob when you see multiple bruises, instantly disgusted with it. “Shh, hey it’s okay it’s okay.” Sam rubbed his hand on your thigh, up and down, “you’ll be okay. You’ll have us, we will do whatever you tell us to do princess.” Colby’s voice can be heard from behind you and you sniffled. “I just wanna go home,” your voice scratched.

You could hear Colby look for something in the back as Sam spoke sweet nothings towards you, his hands squeezing your thigh every once in a while. Colby finally got what he wanted, and pushed it up to the front. You looked to your left, to see a water bottle. “Thank you,” you murmur. You took a sip and felt relieved. “Can we all have a sleep over?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend then towards Colby. Colby looked over at Sam for permission. “Of course, whatever you want Babes.”

The three of you finally got home, and you instantly walked towards Sam and your’s shared room, taking your clothes off and turning on the shower. Sam looked over at Colby, he shrugged. “Could you get the living room all ready for us? Im gonna go take care of her.” Colby nodded and walked off, Sam went up the stairs to you. “Baby?” He yelled, taking his clothes off and walking to the shower. He knocked on the wall, just to make sure it was okay to come in with you.” “Hey love,” he smiled at you. His eyes wandered your body as he stepped in, his arms wrapping around your naked waste.

The two of you stayed like that before doing your shower routine, then getting out and doing your nightly routine. You went to grab the concealer, Sam stopped you. “I know you don’t like what’s on your neck right now,” he whispered, his hands slightly touching your face then running down your neck gently. “But if you cover that up it won’t really get better, so let’s search something up to get rid of bruises better okay? I’ll search it up for you. You don’t gotta worry about a thing,” he kissed your cheek, then kissed your forehead.

“Go downstairs, I’m pretty sure Colby’s waiting for us. Let me get comfy,” he still had his towel just hanging on his waist. You nodded, hugging him tightly then walking down stairs. “Colby,” your voice croaked. He looked over to you and smiled. “Hows my favorite princess?” He asked with a brighter smile, scooting over to the end of the mattress he brought down from who knows where. “Better,” you climbed ontop, sitting next to him “where’s Sam?” He asked.

The two of you heard footsteps coming from above, “here!” He yelled, then threw two pillows down and both of them plopped right in front of you. “Oh, pillows are important.” You whispered, Colby chuckled at your comment. Sam cleaned his feet, then got ontop of the mattress the three of you would be sharing. You smiled, getting comfortable as you grabbed both of Sam and Colby’s arm to get close to create warmth. Colby’s arm wrapped lower onto your waist, his hand resting on your thigh as your boyfriend’s wrapped just tightly around your stomach. “My favorite boys,” you whispered.

#sam golbach x you #sam golbach #sam and colby x reader #sam golbach x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock #colby brock x reader #sam and colby

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year ago

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Carmy as your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part seven

a/n: may write a 'carmy & you as parents' headcanon. may also add another cute graphic/social post, however, for now... this is it, folks! enjoy our darling dearest baby daddy au which is pretty much just leaked dms between me and @carmensberzattos.

part six | masterlist

your life with carmy and baby bear:

first, baby bear has so many different cutie little nicknames: jo, joey, joey-bear, phinnie, and richie's personal favorite: toni-bear.

since you have the privilege of going on maternity leave, you do a lot of the day to day heavy lifting while carmy is at the restaurant. while he's pulled back a little at the restaurant, you know that carmy needs a little chaos in his life to feel at ease.

you parents decide to come to chicago to help with the baby for a few weeks. while baby bear's nursery is all set up, you don't exactly have a guest room. you're in tears over changing the nursery into a guest room last minute, so carmy enlists both richie, fak, and pete to do the job so that you don't have to. sugar and syd decide to take you out for a girls' day at the spa, and when you come home, you can't believe those four idiots managed to pull it off. (do i need to write this oneshot because i think i need to write this oneshot)

the proverbial 'they' say it takes a village, and it sure as hell does. you feel so incredibly lucky to have a village that shows up: marcus organizes a meal train and is one of the first to come over and spend time with his goddaughter; sydney is more than happy to pop back into shifts at the bear every now and then, just to give carmy so reprieve; and tina is ALWAYS down to babysit if she's got the time.

ava, richie's daughter is obsessed with baby bear, and is so excited that she finally has some cousins to play with. "boys are gross" -- ava, about baby michael and why she likes baby bear more lmao.

some nights, when baby bear wakes up in the middle of the night, it's not technically his 'turn' but carmy insists on getting up to put baby bear back to sleep. one restless night of sleep, you wake up to the sound of him watching anthony bourdain's no reservations. when you bring it up later that morning, carmy confesses to you that it's the only thing that will get her back down because he used to turn it on when you fell asleep, instead of the classical music you insisted was better for the baby while you were pregnant with her. while you pretend to be upset, you usually thank carmy for getting up when it's 'not his turn' with morning head that you're more than happy to give him before he goes off to work.

you always have a go-to table when you and baby bear go visit daddy at the bear, and no matter what, he always makes it a point to come out and say hello to the both of you.

while the first few months you and carmy both survive on nothing but takeout, meal trains, and stuff carmy's brought home for the restaurant, he diligently meal preps week after week for baby bear by making her homemade baby food packs. "you sure you don't mind? we can always pick something up from the store, babe?" you ask him. "no, it's just like a puree. i got this."

on the days that you're purely exhausted and at your wit's end, you and sugar commiserate via text and sometimes facetime, because you're not sure how she's doing life with a new baby AND another baby on the way.

the night before you go back to work, you spend most of the evening sobbing because you're simultaneously ready and exhausted, while you can't imagine being away from baby bear either. but you go back on a hybrid schedule, two days in office, three at home, so it helps, even though it's still a huge adjustment.

on the days that you are in office, carmy takes those days off, wanting to pull his weight as you guys go through this transition.

carmy is an amazing dad, something he wasn't sure he could be, considering he barely grew up with one. he's surprisingly patient and he's totally in love with baby bear. like the day she was born it broke his heart into pieces because it broke open an entirely different kind of love that he wasn't sure he was capable of.

even though it's hard work, you and carmy both agree that this is the best decision you've ever made together and carmy can't get over the idea of trying for another soon. "let me take a nap first, and then we can talk. unlike you, the rest of us can't survive on 30 mins of sleep, babe," you tease him.

okay hear me out: when baby bear is a toddler, the two of you love spending saturday mornings either going to the farmer's market, or picking up mochi donuts (think: the cute kinds with little animal faces) to bring back to the restaurant and share with daddy, even though he's slammed with brunch service. baby bear comes running into the restaurant on the sweetest, chubby little legs and richie, fully in his suit picks up her and spins her around while greeting her with her signature nickname: toni bear!

eventually, you and carmy move out of the apartment and start renting a house that you plan on renting for the long term. you're not entirely sure either of you want to be home owners yet, but you're anxious to get baby bear into the garden with you as soon as possible. baby bear spends the early spring planting fruits and veggies with mom, and the late spring/summer when they're ready to harvest in the kitchen with dad. neither of you have strong feelings about baby bear becoming a chef, but you do want her to understand the ritual and special place that food plays in your lives.

hosting big outdoor dinner parties for the whole framily. when she gets a little older, baby bear and baby michael run around while ava goes through her 'too cool for school' phase. any and everyone is invited, and for once, for both carmy and nat, it feels like being a berzatto isn't such a curse.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy #social media au

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ybc musical costume in-depth analysis! 💥🎸🎱

hi! I'm jordan, the costume designer (and also an actor and co-writer) of "the young blood chronicles" musical! i posted this on instagram, but i thought it might be cool to post it here too!

my initial role in “the young blood chronicles” musical was costume design, which, as a fashion enthusiast, i was incredibly excited about. i spent about a month curating a huge pinterest board collection and creating individual moodboards. the show takes place in 2013, but i wanted to take inspiration from both pre and post-hiatus fall out boy looks! here’s an in-depth look :’)

patrick’s main inspo was his “soul punk” era, which lives distinctly in the hiatus. i wanted something that would remind us that years had passed since the last time the band had made music together; something cool and trendy, but a little too dressed up for a long day in the studio. even when not onstage, ybc patrick is performing. clothes can give you power and he knows that. the yellow sunglasses were our way of getting around patrick’s glowing yellow eyes from the music videos, but i really love how it makes it seem like he has a mask on. it makes the end of “miss missing you” even more heartbreaking.

pete’s main inspo came from both his early clandestine drops as well as his more androgynous looks (both pre & post-hiatus). pete really cares about fashion, but he still has a chill la vibe. 2013 pete could often veer more edgy, but i chose to move in a different direction in order to better distinguish pete and patrick’s styles. unless you’re a vixen or patrick, you don’t get a leather jacket! sorry pete! to me, pete’s fashion has always felt so current while still being forward-thinking. ybc pete’s outfit could be from 2006 or 2024 and that was very purposeful!

andy’s looks are mostly pulled from more recent years, but band tees never go out of style. the mesh top under the tee alludes to his tattoos, which make up the extent of his stage looks these days since he typically does shows without a shirt on. celia had this mesh top in her closet and i love the colors on her (it’s the only source of color in the heaven outfits!). andy’s outfit is maybe the simplest of the four on paper, but i think it’s sick. it’s laid back, but super specific and grounded. it makes me want to start wearing basketball shorts.

joe’s looks are pulled from both pre-hiatus and early post-hiatus looks! striped sweaters & cargo pants are things he’s worn before, so i'm lucky i had them in my closet (especially since i wasn’t originally joe!). joe, especially in recent years, really likes wearing dark colors onstage, but, similar to how i avoided leather jackets for pete, i wanted to very clearly differentiate the boys from the vixens. any black piece of clothing on any of the boys had to be broken up with a design or pattern. no all black outfits! sorry joe!

the goal with the heaven outfits was to make the exact same outfits in all white. i wanted the exact same silhouettes as before. i’d say we were pretty successful! we got really lucky when it came to finding these costume pieces.

my vixens! these costumes were a lot more nebulous throughout the process. many of the costume pieces came from the actors’ own wardrobes. it was really important to me that each vixen had her own distinct style. baylee’s vixen (whom she named blair) has a more feminine style, her main costume piece being a lacy leotard. she's sweet with an edge. ava’s vixen is second-in-command & her outfit really screams that. the lingerie top is so killer. alexa’s vixen is almost a mix of baylee’s & ava’s in terms of style. the outfit is sweet, but edgy with the ripped tights & lingerie-style top. lauren’s vixen is a little more utilitarian, actually dressed in a way that makes sense for kidnapping four people. she’s more sporty than the others, but her combat boots are incredibly threatening. hbic is all that and more. her outfit is simple, but powerful. she is terrifying.

tiffany had to feel a bit like an outsider. she’s wearing the vixen clothes, but her jacket has some color on it. it’s a little too big on her. the other vixens really live in & embody their clothes, but for tiffany, it's a bit more like a costume.

here’s how i describe the angels: 1) the hottest girls at the ren faire & 2) like that picture of the angel guiding the two kids that every latine family has in their house. they almost feel out of place; so incredibly fluid in a show that is mostly made up of harsh lines. texture and layers were really the name of the game here, but the angels still have an edge to them. to quote fob: “…angels choking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water. see how dirty i can get them, pullin' out their fragile teeth & clip their tiny wings.”

+ i made pete’s bass machete and tiffany’s/joe’s guitar axe! i don’t have much to say about them, but i loved getting to utilize my cosplay foam skills.

this was my first time ever costuming a show and it was such a dream. the entire cast was so willing to experiment with me and it was such a joy to revisit aspects of 2013 fashion, which i remember from my preteen years, but never got to truly participate in! :’)

- jordan <3

ig: @/jordanelemus

photos: @/cararittner on ig!

#ybc musical #young blood chronicles #fall out boy #save rock and roll #musicals #musical theater #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #joe trohman #i love fall out boy literally so much #ybc #costume design #theatre #fob

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 11 months ago

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●Bron Breakker x Reader●

Summary: You are a NXT wrestler. Ava suggests that Bron come talk to you about accompanying him to the ring.

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Slinging my leather jacket over my shoulder, I walk into my locker room, seeing Bron Breakker standing there talking on the phone. The camera man is standing in the doorway. I set my bag and jacket on the couch. He looks over at me.

"Yeah. She just got here. Yup. See ya later."

I walk up to him looking up at him.

"Who was that and why are you here?"

"It was Ava. She suggested that I come talk to your gorgeous self."

He runs his hand along my jawline and I make a confused face looking at him.

"Why?"

"I need someone to accompany me to the ring tonight against Josh Briggs with Fallon Henley."

I look up at him and smirk.

"I thought you hated me?"

I put my hand on his chest looking up at him smirking.

"Things... change..."

He mumbles trying not to blush. I giggle looking up at him.

"You're cute when you don't want to admit things out loud, you know that? Go on, just say you love me."

He grabs my waist, pulling me into him and his face is inches away from my face.

"Good work guys. That's a wrap."

The camera guy yells but me and Bron stay as we are staring into each other's eyes. The camera guys grab their stuff and leave. I smirk looking up at him and he lets go of my waist still looking into my eyes.

"Was that just for TV or are you really interested in me?"

I cross my arms looking up at him. He smirks, running his fingers along my jawline again.

"I have been interested in you since you first started in NXT."

"Really? What was so interesting?"

"Well, for starters, you are amazing in the ring. We have very similar wrestling styles. Second, you in your leather jacket."

He does a chef's kiss, looking at me. I laugh, blushing looking away from him.

"And third, you work really hard and have a lot of passion for pro wrestling."

"Thank you Bron. That means a lot. Off topic, but can I kick Fallon's ass tonight?"

"Duh babycakes!"

I giggle, looking away feeling my face turning red at the flirty name.

"Let me go get changed."

"Here. Take this."

He throws me a blue "I got that dog in me" shirt. I catch it and shake my head walking into the bathroom. I change into jeans, his shirt which I cut up into a crop top, and some black leather platform boots. I let my hair down out of my ponytail and shake it a little. I walk out of the bathroom seeing Bron sitting on the couch, on his phone.

"How does this look?"

He looks up at me, drops his phone out of his hand, his eyes go wide and his jaw drops.

"You look.... amazing."

"Thank you."

"God damn."

He stands up and walks over to me.

"What?"

"God damn, I am a lucky man."

He pulls me to him by my waist and I giggle putting my hands on his chest. There is a knock on the door than a producer yells that we have 2 minutes. Bron grabs my hand and we walk out of the locker room heading to gorilla. We get there waiting for Josh and Fallon to finish making their entrance. His music hits as we walk out to the ramp and down to the ring.

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*nearing the end of the match*

Bron hits Josh with a nasty spear and goes for the cover. Fallon climbs in the ring, trying to break up the pin but I climb in and hit her with a nasty spear as well. The ref hits the mat three times and Bron gets the win. I walk over to him, grabbing his wrist and holding it up in victory. He looks over at me smirking.

"That spear you just did was so hot. You gotta keep doing it."

I giggle looking up at him. He grabs my face and kisses me infront of everyone. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. The crowd starts going crazy as the show ends with us kissing in the middle of the ring.

The End 🫶

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #writing #imagines #wrestling imagine #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fic #wwe fluff #wwe nxt #nxt #wwe #bron breakker fanfic #bron breakker fanfiction #bron breakker imagine #bron breakker #charley's fics

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