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variety-fangirl · 1 year ago

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OH MY GODDD HIIII I HAVE AN IDEAAA!!!

I think you are the only active writer on here who writes for Jimmy Keene (I cannot thank you enough for your service ma'am ) so can I request a one shot where the reader and Jimmy are visiting family. The reader has an older brother who has accepted Jimmy (and maybe even play football togheter sometimes) and a younger sister. Now I have a bit of a laugh and a bit of a hard time imagining this BUT the reader also has a younger sister (toddler) who enjoys giving Jimmy "glow ups" or making him watch idk Barbie. Long story short basically Jimmy always goes along with it and yea just a cute little moment and laugh for my imagination :). Hope u like it <3 have a nice day mwahhh

Family Gathering / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy comes with you to visit your family one weekend, and your little sister has a little too much fun with your boyfriend.

Warning: nothing, just pure wholesome fluff 😁!

Authors note: HI HELLO MY LOVE 😁! I am happy to be of service 🫡 I am glad you are enjoying my stories 🥰 Oh 🥺 I love this idea! 😂 Absolutely, of course! I added an extra family member, I hope that is okay! I am more than happy to fuel your imagination into a story ☺️ Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy and like what I came up with my love 😘 Have a nice day also sweetheart 💜 mwwwaaahhhh. For anyone wondering, I am going in order of oldest to newest requests, this is the oldest. Thank you for reading, commenting, reblogging, and liking really helps me out! Enjoy ☺️

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You and Jimmy had been dating for two years now, and your family loved him. He had come with you to visit them often and they had become just as attached to him as you had. You were thankful for that. Especially your siblings. You were one of four, your parents had always loved the idea of having a big family, and honestly, so did you. You adored all your siblings, you always had a really good relationship with them all. Your older brother hadn't long turned twenty-eight, your younger brother is fourteen, and your baby sister is two and a half. You were the second eldest. And your younger siblings had immediately become attached to Jimmy, your older brother liked him too.

Your younger siblings had often dragged Jimmy to play with them. Your brother often asked him to play video games or football out back. They had formed a beautiful bond and we're super close, he turned to Jimmy for advice often. And your sister, unwillingly, dragged Jimmy to play dolls, house, dress up, all the typical things you would expect. Jimmy could never resist when she spoke in that cute baby voice and struggled to say words, it pulled at his heartstrings and he would honestly do anything she asked. Which is what led you to today.

You and Jimmy are over at your parent's house for your weekly Saturday night family dinner, you were helping to set the table. Jimmy had gone outside to play football at your brother's request to join, and all three were enjoying themselves and luckily, not getting muddy because the weather was beautiful. You were helping your mother to cook, spending about two hours doing so, whilst your father watched football on the TV. Your baby sister was playing in her playpen with her toys, babbling happily to herself. You heard her mention something about 'a good dolly' and 'make food'. She was obviously learning and watching you and your mother, it was quite adorable.

Honestly, the afternoon couldn't be more perfect if you'd planned it yourself, it was amazing and everything you've always wanted with a partner. Watching Jimmy interact with your brothers was something you absolutely adored, it was so sweet and heartwarming to watch them bond so well with one another like they do. You hear the sound of footsteps coming towards your direction, looking up from the cookies you were making for dessert, you see Jimmy standing in front of you grabbing a drink. Jimmy flashes you his million-dollar smile, adding a wink when he notices you staring and admiring his beauty.

He leans over the counter, avoiding the chocolatey dough everywhere and kisses you. His one hand cups your face tenderly, thumb stroking the soft skin of your cheek. You smile into the kiss before pulling away, having to push Jimmy away because he kept coming back to peck your lips multiple times. You giggle happily, "Go! You're distracting me from my cookies." you fake stern shout, pointing a finger to the back garden. Jimmy chuckles but leaves nonetheless, joining your father on the couch with a beer in hand. You smile as you hear your father greet Jimmy happily, the sound of a hand slapping against a shoulder lets you know he greeted him in his fatherly way with the boys. You were grateful for the closeness of your family's bond with him, it was wonderful.

This was how you loved your evenings, surrounded by family who loved each other and your partner. Your brothers playing football outside, your sister playing with her toys and babbling happily, your mother humming a tune you loved as she manoeuvred around the kitchen with years worth of practice to be perfect at cooking, and your father happily yelling at the TV as he drank a beer with your boyfriend.

Eventually, after three batches of baked cookies and most of the food is done cooking, you take a peek to check on your little sister. You frown when you notice she isn't in her playpen anymore and is also very quiet. At the same moment, your little brother comes into the kitchen for a drink, he and your older brother had come in from paying shortly ago. "Hey little man, where's sissy?" you ask as you pass him a bottle of water from the fridge and place a kiss on his head. He shrugs as he hugs you, "dunno. Went with Jimmy to her room I think?" You nod and then clean your hands before going to investigate where the pair had sneaked off. On your way down the hallway, you hear the familiar sound of your sister's favourite movie, Barbie The Princess and The Pauper. You smile and almost laugh as you hear Jimmy and your sister singing along to the song 'I Am A Girl Like You' one of your personal favourites.

You push the door open gently and lean against the doorframe, almost bursting into laughter as you catch sight of your sister sitting on Jimmy's lap as she plasters his face in pinks, purples, and blues with makeup to match Barbie on the screen. You try to giggle silently but it alerts them both, your sister comes running towards you and pulls you by your hand into the room to join them. You come and sit next to Jimmy, placing a kiss on his cheek with a teasing smile, "you looked absolutely beautiful. Honestly, the best you've ever looked I would say." Jimmy growls, not looking the least bit menacing with pink eyeshadow and overlined pink lips. Your sister points to Jimmy with a little giggle and smiles saying, "Look! Look! Pwetty Jimmy."

You kiss her forehead and fuss her, "he looks so good! Well done sweetheart, high five!" you cheer happily, loving the way she laughs as she high-fives you. Jimmy can't help but smile at the noise, he was a softie for your sister through and through. She had him wrapped around her little fingers, which is how he gets into these situations. "Come here you!" Jimmy growls playfully as he grabs your sister, making her squeal with delight as she gets tickled. Yeah, you loved your boyfriend.

#fluff #y/n #jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader #black bird

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writingwenches · 2 months ago

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48 with Cinda Lannister & Jason + Tyland Lannister?

48. Childhood

OoOoOoo, thanks for this one! I have so many thoughts already about them growing up. Also, about me, I can't write just a little something...T.T (other prompt asks might not get this much, I just have so much in my head already about Cinda's childhood LOL) Cinda was born wheeling and dealing. I don't interact with children, soOoOo idk what six year olds are like lol 🦁💰🦁💰🦁💰🦁💰🦁💰🦁💰

Jason and Tyland Lannister were already men grown when their mother gave birth to her final child, the girl she had always wanted. Lady Jaeniffer Lannister named her daughter Cinda.

"Where is Mother?" Jason asked, hurriedly looking around. He had not been Lord Lannister for more than a few years, and Lord Jason needed to make a proper first impression in his dealings with the "new" royal family.

"She's asleep," Tyland replied, with a sigh.

Both men's eyes fell on the young sight before them, a Lannister cub, their sister of barely six. The little girl perked up at the attention, her golden curls bouncing with her childlike frame, tucked into a decadent crimson gown, and priceless jewels.

Cinda smiled toothlessly, "Today! I saw a..." the child spoke.

"No! no, no. Not when the men are speaking," Jason quickly interjected. He had never spoken to his younger sister, and did not have any plans to for years to come.

The little girl shut her mouth tight. The little Lady Cinda liked following the rules as if it were a game, mainly because she enjoyed the candied sweets she would get when she did something proper and ladylike, like remaining quiet when men are speaking.

"Are you sure the queen will want such a — gift?" Tyland asked, once again trying to force his brother's mind to rethink the ridiculous plan.

"Every Queen wants for a child, so we found her a child. What more could the girl want, Tyland?" Jason spoke of Lady Alicent, set to be ordained Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in a few days time. "The Queen will see our sister as a companion, to raise alongside her own children, and they will — dance, and sing, and do whatever it is Ladies do together."

The two men did not know as to why the young girl's face was contorting into the beginnings of annoyance. It was not that the little lady was shocked to be spoken about like some pawn in a game, little Cinda knew exactly what she was. Cinda was there to serve as a dolly for whichever beautiful Lady wanted to play with her. She was to act and dress and smile the way they liked, she was to please them.

...for a price.

Her hands were on her hips now. "Where is—"

"Please, no! Nope! No!" Jason begged the child like a cup overfilling, not to interrupt his train of precious thought.

"Where is my sweet!" Cinda shouted louder!

The men were taken aback by her voice, huddling together at her boisterous tone. "Go fetch Mother!" they said to one another.

"I have your sweets, my Lady!" a servant, Maery, came hurriedly past the Lord and his twin.

"Those are Mother's sweets!" Cinda corrected, somewhat shocked. She had never seen the trinket box separated from her mother before. If Maery had access to the sweets when Mother wasn't around...well, that changed everything.

"I need not listen to you!" Cinda informed her brother's, "You don't even have sweets!" Honestly, it was shocking and appalling as far as the six year old was concerned. All she knew about peasants were that they don't have sweets.

"We will get them some sweets, my Lady," Maery assured her.

Tyland and Jason held each other, Jason finally somewhat reconsidering his grand plan.

#oc: cinda lannister #ask games #House Lannister #eddie writes

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ootori-sibs · 1 year ago

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The Candor of Youth

Part 9

tw: Abuse, kidnapping, torture

When he got to Kokomi's mansion, he was already a bit worn out from how much effort it took him to keep up with Yuzuru's antics, but he always had enough energy for his beloved. The door was answered by a maid, and he was led to one of the lounges. There, Kokomi had been waiting for him, in that beautiful black and white 50's style dress of hers, silk gloves, tights and dolly shoes, her hair pulled up into an updo. That dress of hers was one of Yoshio's favourites, he'd always been a fan of the 40s and 50s. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.

She smiled back, putting her notebook down on the sofa and stepping over to him, cupping his face in her hands. "Oh happy birthday my darling!" She giggled, squishing his face a little as she gave him a kiss on the forehead.

His cheeks flushed a light red as he swat her hands away, chuckling softly. "Thank you dear, but please don't squish me like that."

Kokomi paused for a moment, before giggling and kissing his cheek. "My little imp saying no to me? What sort of things has Souh been filling your head with, huh?"

Yoshio chuckled at that, rolling his eyes a little. "Well all we really did was play chess. I got to speak to his father, though."

She gasps, "you did? oh that's wonderful! Did he like you? You'll be doing business with him soon, you should make sure he likes you."

"Well he was very nice to me, he even played a game of chess with me."

"That's good! Did you win?"

"No, but I got close?"

"Not good enough, impy," Kokomi smiled, hand on his cheek, "you need to be smarter than him and your father's other business partners by the time you take over, okay, pet?"

He nods, sighing softly. "Yes dear, I know-"

Yoshio was interrupted by a maid coming to tell them both that dinner was ready to be served. Kokomi took his hand and led him through to the dining room. Kokomi's parents were already sitting there- that was something their families had in common; the entire family ate together, but because Kokomi was an only child, Yoshio always found it strange when he came to her house for a meal. He sat down opposite Kokomi, nodding politely to both of her parents.

"Good evening."

Mr Igerashi responded with just a grunt and a curt nod, he never liked it when Yoshio came over but put up with him at least. Yoshio did wish he liked him more, the man was rather admirable. Kokomi's mother, on the other hand, adored him. Mrs Igerashi smiles brightly at Yoshio as he sits down, "oh hello Yoshio, it's your birthday today, isn't it?"

Yoshio nodded, smiling back at her. "Yes ma'am, it is."

"Well happy birthday then, you're growing into such a handsome young man."

"Thank you ma'am, you're too kind."

Before long, dinner was served. It was some roast beef, with vegetables roasted in fat, it was all covered in a thick layer of gravy. Yoshio did enjoy European dishes like this, so he was quite happy to indulge in the juicy cut of meat, and the crispy yet somehow fluffy potatoes. The gravy was thicker than he expected, but he found himself quite enjoying it actually.

The meal went on in silence, with what appeared to be a silent conversation between Kokomi's parents going on, as Yoshio and Kokomi both tried to figure out what they were thinking. Yoshio hoped it wasn't anything about him, but he did have to contend with the fact that it could definitely be a possibility.

So, after the meal, when Mrs Igerashi pulled him aside, he wasn't too surprised.

"Yoshio, sweetheart, is everything okay..? This is the second year in a row that your family forgot your birthday." She looked concerned, a gentle hand on his shoulder as her eyes filled with worry and pity.

Yoshio sighed, "it's fine, ma'am, I'm used to it."

"..." She was silent for a moment, before sighing gently, "there's a small...rumour going around, that your father...isn't the nicest towards you. Is any of that true?"

Freezing, Yoshio wasn't sure how to respond. He knew people often looked at him with pity, he knew they must see the bruises, and the injuries... but he'd always assumed they blamed his brothers. The thought that they realised his father was to blame was... oh Yoshio couldn't explain it but he felt this overwhelming sense of relief. That people understood, that people actually noticed him, that they saw him... oh he almost felt like crying for the second time today.

Oh but if his father realised people knew the truth... Yoshio shuddered; he didn't want to think about that. He knew that if he told Mrs Igerashi the truth, then she'd try- and most likely fail, to do something about it. Which would lead to Yoshio's father finding out. So he took a breath, and responded.

"Oh no ma'am, there's nothing to worry about." He smiled politely for good measure, hoping she'd drop the topic even if she could tell he was lying.

Mrs Igerashi paused for a moment, before nodding and removing her hand from Yoshio's arm. "Alright, if you're sure. You can always come to me if you need help, alright? Run along now, Yoshio, don't keep Kokomi waiting."

Yoshio did as he was told, trotting on after his fiancee- well trotting was an overstatement for the painful limping that occurred when Yoshio tried to speed up even a little. Kokomi had retreated to her room, she seemed very excited today. Opening the door to her room, Yoshio felt a sense of unease, just like he always did. He adored his fiancee, of course he did, her room however... it never failed to spook him a little.

The walls were a dark green, with silver patterns. Her four-poster bed boasted purple velvet sheets and blackout curtains layered with white lace. She had posters on the wall of horror movies and romantic movies all the same, not to mention the little collage of photos featuring her and Yoshio. Her shelves were filled with strange artefacts and books about the occult- Yoshio didn't really believe in the occult but he had to support his darling, so that was the reason it made him feel uneasy.

He took his shoes off so he wouldn't get dirt on her beautiful plush black carpet- he wasn't sure it was real fur or not, but he thought it was pretty cool either way. Sitting down in the little armchair in her room, he took a breath; it always took him a few minutes to adjust to the room's atmosphere, and he wanted to give it the respect it deserved.

Kokomi, meanwhile, had flopped onto her bed and lay on her stomach, head resting in her hands as she kicked her legs behind her. This was her room, so of course she was so relaxed. Seeing her so laid back and comfortable in her room did help Yoshio feel a little more comfortable too, it always did.

"Impy!" She squeaked, clearly over the moon, "do you know why I'm excited?"

There it was, the uneasiness returned as if it had never left- perhaps it hadn't Yoshio knew that there was still one thing left unsaid. He didn't want to be the one to say it.

Kokomi giggled a little sitting up and gazing at him, "I said I had a gift for you, didn't I, pet?" She picked at her tights a little, looking at him happily. Yoshio's eyes were drawn to the tights, he wondered if she was picking at them on purpose... she did look incredible in them.

She walked over, and gently took Yoshio's chin, moving his head to look at her. "Eyes up here, darling." Kokomi chuckled softly, causing Yoshio to go red. "I've got the perfect birthday present for you, Yoshio."

Yoshio blinked at her; Kokomi always used pet names, so when she said his name, he took notice. She gently pulled him to his feet, "come on, impy." Giggling, Kokomi began to lead Yoshio out of the room. He didn't even consider putting his shoes back on as he followed her, able to keep pace as Kokomi had perfected the art of walking his speed.

She was so beautiful, Yoshio couldn't help but admire her form as she pulled him along. He didn't care where she was taking him, as he was pretty sure he knew what his birthday gift would be...

How did he deserve her? She was so gorgeous, so perfect and truly just... the perfect woman. He was honoured to just stand next to her, let alone to have that ring on his finger. If she was really about to let him get even closer than Yoshio was pretty sure he might just faint.

They were headed down some stairs now, so Yoshio had to focus more on where he put his cane. It was painful to tear his eyes away from his beloved fiancee, but it was slightly more painful to descend stairs with his leg playing up the way it had been today. His mind was so filled with thoughts of her, it was hard to focus on not slipping. She was so perfect, so lovely...

Getting to the bottom of the stairs meant he could look at her again. She winked at him before turning to unlock one of the doors. Yoshio had never been in the basement of this mansion before, but he was kind of hoping this wasn't the wine cellar- he was pretty sure that would detract from the fun. Kokomi opened the door and stepped through, beckoning for Yoshio to follow.

and he did.

and he wished he didn't.

In his excitement, he'd almost forgotten the elephant in the room, the thing left undiscussed. Now the elephant was staring right at him- both of them were.

Fumihito and Yosuke... how could he have forgotten? Kokomi had been the one to kidnap them- what else had Yoshio been expecting in the basement? It did occur to him that now they knew what it had been like every time Yoshio was made to sleep in the cellar but no, that wasn't fair.

He could hear screaming, he barely registered it before Kokomi covered his mouth and it stopped. The twins were both tied up in a chair, hands behind their back and a cloth in their mouths to gag them. Yoshio felt sick, but Kokomi gently stroked his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear- at least they were probably sweet nothings, Yoshio was failing to process her words.

She took her hand off of his mouth, only for him to cover it with his own- he was going to be sick. He turned, leaning against a wall and gagging. Kokomi put a hand on his back, rubbing it and quietly reassuring him.

Once he was sure he wouldn't throw up, he turned around to face Kokomi, only for her to thrust a tree branch in his hands. Yoshio's eyes widened, and he was sure his expression didn't look far off the twins' own.

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The year was 1964, and Yoshio was ten years old. He was outside, playing alone like he usually did. Today, the game was running between the tree in the garden, and the wall. He was pretty fast if he said so himself, although all that turning around did make him a little dizzy. He was pretty sure Yuuma had gone to ask Mommy for lemonade, so he figured he'd go and look.

Jogging around the corner, he spotted Yuuma and Fumihito sitting at the picnic bench, with a pitcher of lemonade. Yoshio smiled, approaching them. "Can I have a glass?" He asked, and Yuuma nodded, pouring him one.

Fumihito whined at that, "no fair, Yoshio shouldn't have any, he's gay!"

Yoshio blinked at him, "I'm not gay? I have a fiancee?"

"That's gay."

Yuuma interjected at that point, "you have a fiancee as well, Fumi. There's no arguing at the lemonade table, them's the rules."

"Why do you get to make the rules?"

"I'm the eldest."

As far as Yoshio was concerned, that was perfectly reasonable, but Fumihito saw fit to continue to argue. Yoshio just listened quietly as he sipped his lemonade, it was fresh, and very tasty. Mommy told everyone that she made it, but Yoshio had seen her telling the maids to make it for her. He didn't mind, mommy had a lot on her plate- especially since she was pregnant.

"Hey Yoshio?" Yosuke appeared next to them now, covered in leaves, with his hair full of twigs. "You wanna play with me and Fumihito?"

Yoshio blinked, his brothers never wanted to play with him! This was new! Maybe they'd seen how fast he was and decided he was finally cool? Yeah, that must be it. He nodded excitedly, "sure!"

Both twins smiled, and Fumihito stood up, "come on then, we've got such a good game."

He was happy to follow his brothers, they were a year older than them, so they must have much better games than Yoshio did. They lead him next to the tree he had been running next to- oh they **definitely** saw how fast he was.

"Stand here for a moment," Yosuke instructed him, before climbing up the tree as fast as anything. Yoshio was very impressed, he definitely wouldn't have been able to climb a tree like that; his brothers were so cool.

He watched as Yosuke broke off a tree branch, it must have been loose already. He turned to Fumihito to say as much, but Fumihito had moved. As Yosuke began to climb back down, Yoshio found out where Fumihito had gone when the boy grabbed his arms and forcing him to the ground where he held Yoshio there.

Yoshio was confused, he didn't like this game very much, and decided to make this known to his brothers. "I...I don't like this game anymore..."

"oh come on!" Yosuke chuckled, testing the weight of the tree branch, "it's gonna be so good, and you're even gonna get out of school with it!"

"Huh..?" Yoshio questioned, but before he could ask a follow up question, Yosuke raised the tree branch above his head, bringing it down on Yoshio's legs.

Yoshio screamed.

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Was there blood on him? Yoshio wasn't sure. All he knew was that his heart was beating out of his chest and his breathing was heavy and laboured. He was pretty sure he had splinters in his hands and tears in his eyes, but the sobbing he heard wasn't his.

He turned to look at Kokomi, only to see her smiling proudly back.

"You did so well, impy, I'm so proud of you."

That was the first time anyone had been proud of Yoshio.

and she hadn't even used his name.

#ouran high school host club #yoshio ootori #yuzuru souh

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360degreesasthecrowflies · 1 year ago

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Since that last one was kind of negative I also want to put up some positives of the last year.

One unexpected one is that I'm blogging more and actually feel more established and like a part of the community on tumblr now! (After a decade lol) What is this now, a personal blog? It started as more of a fandom and academic thing but I'm sharing a lot more now and actually I think that's healthy. (Or at least, it's a place for me to scream into the void and see who, if anyone, in the void screams back!)

Just going through a few others:

I'm feeling broadly better about my body and not like I need surgery any more. (Well, apart from the ones I need to function, lol, medical condition life). I meant cosmetic surgery. I'm not saying I won't ever get some, but I've (mostly) broken the crutch/addiction impulse towards it that tells me I'm a horrible monster creature without it, and that in my book is a positive. I don't like feeling out of control or in thrall.

I've dated a bit this year, which has been healthy. It hasn't worked out, but at least I wasn't intimidated to do it OR obsessive about it and overcompensating. And, I've remembered how much I like being in a relationship. I forgot because my previous one was a nightmare with a guy who was a perpetual child in terms of maturity & responsibility.

I've connected positively with my family, specifically my sibling and a cousin. I hope we can look out for each other in the future.

I've seriously thought about a lot of serious things in life, like career, side hustles, where I want to live etc.

I've met a lot of new people and taken the lead to maximise those connections into friendship, networking etc. I love people to be about and I'm making that happen as much as I can.

I've travelled a bit (just in the UK) and taken the opportunity to take trips and see people when I can. I've been to 3? other cities, (Manchester, Camb, Inverness) not including Edinburgh, and I might make it a 4th by the end of the year. And I learned a lot about what I like AND don't like when travelling. I've got a bit better at living in the moment and spending money on me to enjoy things, rather than hoarding it like the poverty dragon I once was.

I've got a lot fitter and stronger AND I've reminded myself to not expect too much of myself due to medical reasons. Good for me and good for the average person my age aren't necessarily the same thing. I need to be kind to myself even though I'm competitive!

I've shared some of my interests with people irl and built on them. Like design and reading. I've got back into gaming a bit as well which is comforting when its just me on my own. And I've read more books this year, not just cosy crime ones - my soft entry back into reading after being too stressed too read early in the pandemic. I've been dressing more like myself too, on the street too, not just in 'safe spaces'. Next stop... try a bit at work?

And, like my life motto, or one of them anyway...

In many ways, I've MADE IT WORK.

What more can you ask out of a year on this earth?

And I've been singing more as well. Kacey, Stevie, Dolly, Florence, Joni, Lana and others, thanks for inspiring me and bringing some lightness to my life.

#personal #2023 #the positives #text post #30 #positive thinking #travel

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bunnyrafe · 3 months ago

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GOOD HEAVENS. OKAY. LETS GET INTO IT. first of all— you’re doing god’s literal work with this AU, nem. older!rafe is already so yummy but imagining / depicting him as some dirty, old bastard is just… as yummy as the ice cream reader was enjoying.

your father never gave you any attention, not even a look, he didn't care about what you did on your summer days as long as he never saw you. so you stayed all day at your playground queendom across from the pitiful, filthy motel where you lived. because here at least the men were looking at you. of course they were looking at you, you always gave them something to look at with your tiny dresses that showed your naked thighs, your tits pressed together in that backless top. you always dressed in that soft and milky blue shades. as the sea and the sky, you were blue.

SHE’S JUST A BROKEN BABY—

you screamed when the man grabbed you by the waist, pressing your little ragdoll body against his chest much stronger. the stranger quickly covered your mouth, and bruised your pretty lips with violence without any caring, shoved down his fingers between them to the point that you almost choked with your own breath and saliva.

in love with the idea of just being snatched up by him. and no matter how mean he pretends to be at the moment, he’s still the one who had to have you so bad that he’d risk getting caught doing such a thing. mean, old ‘n dumb !!!

“ you want a real reason to cry? fine. i can do that for you. i kidnapped you but you want to know the big part of all this? is that no one will come for you. your father doesn't love you , and that's why you work in this stupid gas station. you love the attention of these men so bad that you feel obliged to sexualize yourself to feel desired but me, i wanted you the first time i saw you. i let you do it, i let you play with them, but now it's all over. since i own you, this game is fucking over. ”

this right here had be drooling on my screen. “i let you play with them, but now it’s all over.” ‘cause he’s gonna be the only man in your life forever ‘n ever and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“ but now you have to be careful, don’t get on my nerves. i know it's hard for you, but don't do stupid things. ”

SO MEAAAN but so true because you’re just a dumb dollie. cannot wait to see more of them ‘n how the develop. like i’m literally so fucking excited. thank you for blessing us, nemmie !!!

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader (how they met, and their first night together.)

you were red and you liked me 'cause i was blue. but you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky.

warnings : lmfaooo this part always killing me but here it is....rafe being 90% of the warning part and the menace he already is, kidnapping, daddy issues, urge of sexualing your own self, slight of stockholm syndrome, dubcon, smut, dark!rafe, violence, mentions of threats, r being a missing girl, age gap, size difference, choking. rafe being mean to the reader. slight of daddy kink. sick attitude. dirty talk. attention whore. just minors DNI. (why it's bigger than my grocery list actually...). please carefully pay attention to the tags !!?

author's note : it's my first time writing a dark fic so don't expect too much 🙏🏿 you can read this without watching buffalo 66.

some girls were the trailer park princess, and others the queen of the gas station.

as the girl of the gas station, you were there all day on the road of these men much older than you, who had and drove pretty vintage cars who were literally bigger than you. those rich daddies surely had more money than your poor father who was always sitting behind the desk of his shop waiting for the night.

of course they were looking at you, you always gave them something to look at with your tiny dresses that showed your naked thighs, your tits pressed together in that backless top. you always dressed in that soft and milky blue shades. as the sea and the sky, you were blue.

while their wives found you sick, you could feel their stares every time you leaned down to grab the keys that they forgot to give you each time. you could feel their eyes completely charmed by the way your summer dress rode up above your ass, and your panties stuck out.

fully bent over, you could hear the groans of these old men, the way they forced their hands themselves to not touch you when you wanted nothing more than to see them give in to the young temptation that you were.

you had a power in them and you loved to see them completely crazy.

you worked as a gas pump attendant. in reality, you did it behind your father's back because it allowed you to stay in the company of these men who only had eyes for you.

you always put on a show for them, and it always worked because you were irresistible.

but there was this guy every time, a regular customer, cold and short-spoken who never spoke to you.

he had a beautiful and luxurious car and you always wondered what job he did to drive such an incredible vehicle, and to spoil you so much with all this money.

he never said thank you for your service. after all, you were paid for it. his eyes were blue as you. he could park and glare at you for hours, sitting deep in his seat, a cigarette stuck between his opened lips.

he was so much older than you, so much to the point it was indecent. when you had first seen him, you had melted like sugar.

as you were coming back from the ice cream parlor, your lips sucking that delicious vanilla ice cream, you sat on the edge of the gas station, right in front of his car, your legs completely spread, white cream melting and dripping between your thighs. he rubbed his painful boner through his boxer.

you were sick, you let him look at you with this completely perverted stare while you let chunks of ice fall into your cleavage.

his eyes were all over you, but this time it was different, because this time it was him who was thinking about you while touching himself. this time it was him who was sick about you , him who had all these furious ideas about you. he pumped himself so hard, biting his lips harshly. and you continued your depraved show, while he jerked off, his big cock shaked and leaked in his own hand, his thick and already experimented fingers moved around his length faster and faster, the sweaty and dirty sound of his balls slapping, the squeaking noises of his chair, his arched back making the chair shaking. you thought of the veins of his dick engorged of blood pulsated against his hefty strength. that was enough to make you fully wet.

you wanted nothing more than to make this old man reach for you. but the problem was, you were too young and naive to know how mad he was, and what he really wanted to do with a pretty doll like you.

you stood up when you finished your ice cream, putting your dress back on neatly, and leaned down, leaning your porcelain princess arms over his car window.

you shuddered when he spread his cum on your face without any warning, smeared the remains of vanilla ice cream over your sloppy lips gloss with lick of drool.

he pushed his big thumb against your little mouth, pushed it into an o shape, and you closed her to start licking up the drops of his cum.

but like every time he came here, he never spoke to you. you had just seen the car leave, while you still had the taste of him on your lips. it was rude.

the next day, your father sent you out to do some groceries on a sweltering hot summer day, tired of seeing you around doing nothing. what he didn’t know was that this was probably the last time he saw you. and even shoupe that you had seen earlier in the morning, and who had told you to be careful, something with a killer around.

when you were done with the grocery, you started walking through the empty parking lot.

you thought you were alone, even though there were a few empty cars.

but it was a mistake, a terrible mistake that you were going to regret.

“didn't shoupe tell you to be careful this morning, sweetheart ? because i'm pretty sure, he did. ”

“ you hurt..me…! ” you tried to say with a lot of difficulty, as his firm grip crushed against your breasts.

“ not yet actually, doll. but i promise, i will if you continue to fight. so beware, or i will fucking kill you. not a threat, sweetheart. it's a promise. “ and you knew that even god couldn't save you at this time.

you tried to bite him, but your teeth barely touched his skin. his lips hovered above your ear, you could hear his deep older voice warned you.

" bite me one more time, and i will break you. i love wrestle with you little girl, but i think you will really hate the way i fight. because when daddy fight sugardoll, he kills. and tiny things like you are so easy to wreck. and you dont want to die today, right ? you're too young for that. do you got it ? nod if you got it, yes. smart baby, understand easily that she needs to listen and not fucking run away. ”

his strength was heavy. you had stopped resisting a few minutes ago, even when he put you in his car.

he started driving, with a smirk, he looked in the rearview mirror before telling you.

“ what's the matter, sugardoll ? don't want to put a show for me, anymore ? ”

he had taken you to a shitty old motel down the road, where no one would be able to pick you up here. you knew he was intelligent, you knew it because you understood that every time he came to see you, he tried to learn more about you, but not to know you no, but to know when would be the right time to kidnap you. you knew it because he had stalked you carefully.

he had tried to tie you up while you tried to struggle one last time. but he had grabbed your jaw so violently that you felt your face shiver in his hands. “one more move, and i’ll show you how dolls are really treated, how i have no fucking bother to kill a tiny thing like you. ”

“i’m not going to run away.”

"i know.” he shushed you with a sick evil smirk. “ but it's not because you don't want to, sugardoll .but more because you can't.” he said, while releasing your jaw.

“ that's the small but important difference. i kidnapped you. do you even know what it means ? "

you started to cry, tears running down your cheeks.

“shoupe will come after me ! ”

“but maybe you won’t be around to see it anymore.” he looked at you, and shushed your tears, while staring in your wet eyes. “ yes, i really like when you give me those tears, cry to me, little girl i'm the only men that really got you. ”

you glared at him as if he had fallen from the sky.

“ but now you have to be careful, don’t get on my nerves. i know it's hard for you, but don't do stupid things. ”

he placed your hand on his lower back, where you had felt the metallic coldness of the gun. and you shivered.

"yes, you got it. don't ever get on my nerves.”

“ how can i get on your nerves ? you don't really seems like a bad guy. more like a sweet guy ? ”

“ i'm not. and i'm not trying to be so watch your mouth. “

“ but i really think you are. can i hug you ? ”

“ try it, doll, literally try it. just try to touch me, i dare you. and i bet you will never tell me i'm the sweetest guy again. ”

“ can you at least bathe me ? ” you asked seriously.

“ jesus, do you think i'm your slave or whatever ? do you forget which position you are in ? in the captive one. so do not ask me those stupid things again. and don't try, no, never try to run away because, i can promise you that when i will find you, it will not be a pleasant time for you. and not even a little, but to the point, you will ask me to kill you. and i will be in a mood to accept your request ? yes, me. ”

you nodded as the kind and little girl you are who cannot argue against this tall man. he released your small face, and you were bathing alone. while you were taking your bath, alone in the tub, you heard rafe on the phone without being able to understand what he was saying but after that call, he left the room.

you had decided to buy some food with the little money you had at the food and drink vending machine.

with a happy smile, you went back up, hoping to please him. but you had found him on the chair in front of the TV.

“look, what…”

“i think you’re really nice. but not at your own good, sugar. ”

“ i just wan…”

“ get on the bed, now. ”

he couldn't help but relaxing when he saw how your blue dress was so tiny, already showing your soaked underwear.

" no whining. " he said as he shoved himself deeply in your tight abused cunt, your ragdoll body pressed down in the mattress, his thick stronger arms hugged your small waist, while thrusting harder and harder, your walls clenched around his fat cock. you can felt the size growing bigger in your wettering pussy, as he turned you into a real crybaby, tears flowing down your cheeks. you were caged by his beefy and muscular body on the bed, gasped on the edge. “ you wanted to act like a big girl ? then take it like a big girl. no fucking whining, i'm just giving you what you want. ”

he was literally buried inside you, snapping your hips, moving in and out. the atmosphere was hot, you felt the heat, there were trails of saliva around your mouth. “stop whining babydoll, daddy is not at his worse actually. and you don't want to see this happen.” you wanted to hate him but it was like you appreciated him being so mean to you, your pussy was dripping, your fluids drenching him, your sticky walls surrounded his girth. " yes, that's it. pull up some juices for daddy, make it easier for him to destroy you. "

everytime you runned away from him, he lifted your head with a grunt, and with a wild thrust inside of you, making you drip even more as his glistening tip reached your spot, the dirty and wetness sound of his moves echoed in the room, your body trapped against his taller one.

with a hand on your throat, you were arched to the point where he could see your wetted eyes rolled up. "try to run away again, and you will have the fucking pleasure to be a momma, as well as a missing girl. i'm not asking you to take my cock better.” he said with a threat. “ no, i'm telling you to do it as your fucking job. ”

all teary, you could bet that rafe didn't know how big he was for telling you this. you were trying your best actually. he was rutting in you, holding your tiny size with one big hand, getting so feral everytime he saw your small body twitching when he pushed himself further. your moans were loud, as your squirted more than one time on him, your dripping walls clamped his hard cock. even when your third orgasm flowed against your bulging pussy, creating a mess at the surface, he continued.

" you know sugardoll, you better work faster for my cum, because i will only stop when i will see how creampie your pussy is for my dick.”

he stuffed your puffy messy cunt, while your pumped his fingers who slidded deep down in your throat, your warm and bullied tongue fighting to not dropped them.

you slobbed more with the overstimulation. you felt like this man was insatiable. rafe loved to see you, his sugardoll in pain, taking so much for him.

when he finally stopped teasing you, and fighting himself to not cum, and clearly toying you, he exploded, making you cried out. all your body was filled with spasms.

you expected something from rafe when he pulled out, a little soft spot, or at least, just one look but he just went to the bathroom. alone.

you expected him to be sweet for you, like the sugar you were for him. and you knew, that you will work for this later.

when he came back, you looked at him, always attracted by his charisma, the way he made you felt so tiny by his big size, the way he was old enough to make you feel like a little girl, just the way his raised voice made you feel so small.

“ can i sleep with you ? ”

“ whatever. just don't touch me. ”

“ you're not gonna be my big spoon ? “

“ what the fuck is this ? i'm not gonna be your spoon. jesus, can you just sleep and not ask for any stupid things that you think i will do because you're already so obsessed with me ? and give me your hands. ”

he tied them up on the bed with your little blue ribbon.

“ just in case you think you can escape me. ”

“ i can't sleep like that ! ”

“ i fear it's not my fucking problem, sugardoll.”

“ fine. i will talk and talk all night. ”

“ i can fuck you all the night too. but one of us will not survive this. so stop being so damn annoying. ”

“ what if i want to pee in the middle of the night ? ”

“ you're strong enough to hold it. and you fucking better be strong enough to hold it. ”

“ why are you so mean to me ? why you kidnapped me ? ”

“ sugardoll, listen to me. look at me, yes. eyes on daddy right now. i swear, and you need to listen carefully because i will tell you once, just once, so your dumby brain need to pay attention, if you're talking another time, even if i see your lips moving, just a twitch, i will put my dick right in your mouth, making you suck it for without a break until the sun rises again. and i can promise you that after, you will never talk to me because you will never be able to open that mouth again. do you got it ? nod your head if you got it, doll.”

and you nodded.

as a doll, you were conditionned to listen to your owner, even if he was so mean to you. but you were as soft as sugar, always melted around, already thinking he was the best guy around.

“ sweet dreams, sugardoll. ”

i promise one day i will write something very good, just give me a chance. i think the only sweet thing in this work, it's rafe calling r " sugardoll ", he's so mean please 😭😭 i think i make him a little too dark to the point, i'm questionning about how he can be sweet to the reader now ????? but i guess, it's part of the game. tysm @bunnyrafe who helped me a lot !

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evanox · 3 years ago

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LL M4 and music,, except my music taste sucks and i’m just projecting

felix

went through like 10 different music phases throughout his life

whatever theater kids listen to,, probably lin trash; if you get enough alcohol in him he might hop on a table and start singing his heart out, encouraged by sage jumping on the table with him and anisa cheering them on

enjoyed mcr at some point, doesn't claim danger days (but sage really liked the album so felix lets it slide bc it felt validating that his friend was willing to give the band a try)

also liked p!atd but only up until vices and virtues

probably was into other alt rock stuff,, thought he was Hot Shit for listening to Deep Meaningful Lyrics unlike these hoes (sage)

eventually matured into a mitski (by rime's recommendation) and hozier stan,, but he still listens to gerard way's solo songs

anisa managed to get him into BTS only after Wings was released because the vampire aesthetic was... doing things to him, ended up sticking around bc he got invested in the lore but doesn't listen to them as much

I think,, if he ever gets introduced to Fairouz's music he'd really like it 👉👈

so you ask him what music he’s into and he just,, blanks because everything from every phase is mushed into one "Liked Songs" playlist, and he didn't have the heart to remove the songs that meant something to him Once; still ends up using all his skips on these songs and that's why he uses Escell's credit card for spotify premium—he’s no one’s first choice when it comes to handling the aux cord because of the constant whiplash

his only organized playlist is his study playlists��mostly classical stuff—except he's never used it to study for school, but only whatever books interested him,, out here living his dark academia dreams

anisa

makes the best playlists and is very meticulous about it,, one for driving to work, one for driving back from work, one for the gym, one for pre-game, chill lofi beats for studying, etc

another one she likes to call her “cleaning/chores” playlist except half way through she ditches the work to dance and that’s how her place always looks like a tornado visited

she LOVES dancing by herself even if she has no choreo in mind, loves the feeling of her thick curls bouncing as she swings around,, eventually it evolves into singing at the top of her lungs to adele like she’s the one going through a divorce

I think her mom's music taste transferred to her by osmosis so anisa probably sings just as passionately to celine dion, dolly parton, backstreet boys, selena quintanilla,,, ooh ayanna holding baby anisa as they swing to si una vez around their small kitchen

twice stan bc i said so,, annie doing the likey dance in front of her mirror while dressing up in all pretty for a date she’s so cute,, do you think she can convince elowen to film dancing tiktoks with her,, I think tulsi would be down

thanks to @mauve-days I'm thinking of anisa trying to get elowen into kpop,, elowen secret loona stan

secret one direction phase,, she made sage and felix sign ndas to never talk about it

she makes the boys sit down for listening parties whenever taylor swift drops something new,, felix prints out the lyrics and brings a highlighter for his favorite parts, but sitting still for that long and trying to focus only on listening is difficult for sage so he just listens to the beat while doing something else, if it slaps he just *Ajayll vc* "lemme put a mark to it"

otherwise her and sage's tastes cross often (beyonce, britney spears, bad bunny etc) so she trusts him with the aux cord once in a while

him and Anisa exchange citypop recs, annie's more of a kikuchi momoko and meiko nakahara girl while felix enjoys mariya takeuchi and taeko ohnuki

i think she’d also really like hey violet

sage

embodiment of “songs i listen to with the boys vs songs i listen to alone,,” i like to imagine that the griefers’ main 3 share a lil van and they’re an absolute nuisance if you have to stop at the same traffic lights; their windows are rolled all the way down, volume all the way up, headbanging to... whatever the Boys listen to

but then he’s driving by himself on the highway in the middle of the night to unwind and his playlist is angsty shit,, nbhd, arctic monkeys, tøp, mr. kitty, fob, 1-800-pain, gorillaz, have a nice life, esp their album deathconsciousness the only one I actually know lmao

if he’s drinking his sorrows at home, his sad bitch hours playlist is the same but there’s also mitski, tswift (by anisa's recommendation),, some daddy yankee sprinkled in bc you gotta take a break n shake ur ass a lil before you go back to brooding

pov you're tulsi and you haven't seen your brother the entire day but then you hear crashing in the kitchen at 3am,, and there he is swinging around to Yo Voy, bottle in hand as he makes a bowl of instant noodles

ooo sage and tulsi jamming to lizzo like that scene in someone good 🥺 juice always makes me think of him

he’s a major simp for lizzo and doja ough

not that good with playlists actually he just stole anisa's sad hours playlist and made edits until he was satisfied,, however his sex playlist is meticulously crafted and felix hates to admit he listens to it from time to time

he’d enjoy weird cupcakke remixes; initially because felix hated them but at some point it just became unironic

also also i think if he actually tried he’d have a really nice singing voice

Rime

I don’t want to make any assumptions bc like i said my music taste is tragic and i’m willing to bully the main 3 with it but i feel like rime would haunt me if i try to slander him HOWEVER i am a firm believer in rime enjoying olivia rodrigo as a guilty pleasure

idk why I feel like he’d enjoy kesha, lady gaga, bad bunny,, anything that's party music or feels rebellious,,

random but i think he’d love going to raves

how do we feel about barb rime

...probably had the halsey/melanie/troye/p!atd phase,, but unlike felix i think he would’ve preferred death of a bachelor and twtl;trtd

also lana del ray and marina (esp the family jewels and electra heart),,

i feel like he had a crystal c*stles/ sidewalks and skeletons phase that almost passed, until sage once asked if rime summons demons to that music and now it’s his whole personality out of spite

i think he'd really enjoy alice glass, grimes, evelyn evelyn, princess chelsea, maybe billie eilish too

He Has Left Us Alone by silver mt zion but he refuses to listen to the songs individually, can only listen to the entire album in its original order, in the dark, when he wants to feel the religious crisis hitting him in waves

found an unexpected friend in tulsi as they both enjoyed metal,, except the only metal band ik is babymetal,, i still think the pair would love them

probably has a secret YouTube channel for piano covers

#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long if i get anymore ideas after posting i will scream #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #rime solano varela #last legacy #fictif last legacy #fictif #last legacy sage #last legacy rime #last legacy anisa #last legacy elowen #last legacy tulsi #last legacy headcanons

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gigglinggoblin · 3 years ago

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Said the Spider to the Butterfly

[pov: anygirl, femdom, fantasy nonconsent (heavy), dressup, dollies, stockings, bimbofication, intelligence reduction, flexibly anthro spidergirl, no sex]

"And isn't it so pretty," the woman in the green dress cooed, reaching forward to caress Vanessa’s cheek with long, delicate fingers, "and so, sooo soft?"

"Pretty," whimpered Vanessa, her beautifully-patterned sunset-orange and ebon-black wings fluttering behind her, still subconsciously trying to lift her off but with no real power left in them. "S-So... pretty..."

The beautiful silver glove seemed to shimmer with all the colors of the rainbow as the fluttermaid marveled at it, the fabric hugging her skin with the utmost delicacy. The glove fit as if it was made for her, as if it was as much a part of her as her hair, her skin, her soul. "So soft," purred the lady in green, as down below, Vanessa felt her practical shoes being daintily pulled away, her black-and-white striped socks that suddenly seemed so very plain following after. Vanessa squirmed helplessly as she felt an impossibly fine, impossibly tight stocking sliding ever-so-slowly up her left leg. "So soft, too, isn't it, precious? Good girls answer when asked a question."

Vanessa’s wingbeats slowed slightly. Her mind sank deeper and deeper by the second into the sweet touches and whispers of the lady in green, the exquisite sensations sliding over her like a second skin... like a part of herself that had been so very long-awaited...

"Soft," the fluttermaid moaned, her eyes full of stars as she marveled at her gloved hands, as she caressed her own face, her naked breasts... "It feels so... soft, Miss..."

The second stocking began to slide up her calve, so silky and slippery and smooth... and soft...

"That's right. Good girl!" Vanessa gave a little shiver of delight at the praise. The lady in the green dress had a voice as silky and sheer as the fabric itself, a voice that seemed to wrap so gently around Vanessa, cling to her, hold her just as tantalizingly tight as the stocking sliding up her bare, sensitive thigh. "And wearing these pretty silks makes you so pretty, doesn't it?”

“Yes, Miss,” Vanessa said meekly, squirming in hopeless delight at the touches.

Dainty fingertips traced along Vanessa's inner thighs as the stocking climbed higher, higher, finally stopping just under the adorable short skirt the lady in green had given her. "And you like being such a pretty girl for me, don’t you, my cute little slut?"

She held up a mirror, and Vanessa caught a glimpse of herself. Her mouth opened in wonder, and her wingbeats slowed and at last went still.

Her breasts bounced free, the blouse having been torn away by her struggles earlier. Her new shimmering thigh-high stockings and long opera gloves flooded the reflection with colors. As she caressed her own cheek, marveling at her image, she saw how prettily her eyes had glazed over, what a cute shade of red her cheeks had turned to... how cute her painted coral-red lips looked, parted in that blissful, wondering 'o' shape...

"Oh, yes, Miss," Vanessa mewled, wiggling in delight, rubbing her legs together and positively melting at how good it all felt. "I l-love being... pretty..." She gazed in wonder at the image of herself. She didn’t even recognize herself.

“And wearing pretty things makes you even more pretty, doesn’t it, sweetie?” the lady in green asked smugly.

“Ooh, yes! Wearing pretty things, like... makes me sooooo pretty..." She giggled and wiggled, adoring how nice that felt, her mind melting a little at how cute and adorable and slutty it made her look in the mirror.

The lady in green giggled back at her. "That's right, my dear!" she cooed. "And if wearing pretty things makes you pretty... my goodness, what does wearing soft things do?"

The mirror lowered, and a diaphanous, incredibly revealing blouse rose into view. It was practically lingerie.

"Umm..." Vanessa practically drooled at the sight. Her silly, pleasure-drunk brain struggled to melt into some shape that made sense, but she was such a puddle of lust and vanity right now... oh, gosh, she'd look so hot in that.. wearing nothing but that and her stockings and gloves and her miniskirt... "Ummmm..."

Vanessa blinked big, unsure eyes. At that moment, the only sounds in the forest, aside from her moans and stammering, were the soft, blissful moans of the many dangling dollies on display up in the treetops above, each wriggling in their own cute outfits, waiting to be taken down and played with some more.

"Having trouble, precious?" teased the lady in green. Silvery lights sparkled around her head in endless, elegant spirals. "Just stop thinking and repeat after me: Pretty things make me pretty..."

"Pretty things make me pretty," Vanessa mumbled, and giggled happily, twirling in her cute outfit and nearly falling over - luckily, Miss caught her. Miss held her tight.

"... so soft things...?" the lady in green supplied sweetly.

Vanessa’s eyelashes fluttered. "... soft things.... make me soft..." she sighed, reaching dazedly for the blouse.

And the Arachne Girl smiled. "Good girl! Now, arms up~"

Vanessa beamed and obeyed.

And the second she felt the blouse slide down her shoulders, the gossamer silk wrapping with exquisite tightness around her pert, sensitive nipples, Vanessa knew she was caught. She was trapped. She’d trapped herself.

And as she realized she would never, ever want to leave, she cooed softly and swooned into her new lover’s arms, and allowed her mind to melt completely into soft, malleable mush.

Not all Arachne Girls turn their silk into webbing. Some ensnare their little flies by different means.

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dolls-and-cats · 3 years ago

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Dolly Good Season prompt: a night out

October 2005

Austin TX

Lindsey: "Hey, Ellie! Are you dressed up for the game tonight?"

Ellie: "Yeah, dance team is performing at half time! And you're in band?"

"Yeah, trumpet! Let me show you the music we're going to play...."

Ellie: "Oh hey, Girlfriends magazine!"

Lindsey: "Oh, yeah. I'm..." Lindsey blushed.

"A feminist? An Indigo Girls fan? Me too."

Lindsey looked up and met her eyes, as if deciding what to say.

Ellie: "...Hey, we have an hour before we need to be in the field. Come across the street with me for a quick dinner? General Tso's has open air seating and we can keep an eye on when everyone is gathering."

(A few minutes later) Lindsey: "I like your dance team outfit. I didn't actually know you were in dance team."

Ellie: "Yeah, thanks. I've always enjoyed Nez Perce dancing with my family, but no one does that here in Texas, so this is a different way to dance."

Lindsey: "Is that your...tribe in Idaho? Is tribe the right word?"

"Yeah. And yeah, that's the right word."

Lindsey: "I'm going to climb up in the tree. Want to come with?"

Ellie: "Hang on, I'm not done yet!!" She took a few last bites before following.

Lindsey: "With the magazine...I think maybe I'm bi. But I haven't told my parents. Well, and certainly not my brother."

Ellie: "Yeah, I thought you might be. I got a vibe."

"Yeah. And I'm lesbian. My mom knows. And I've been volunteering with the Queer-Straight Alliance to oppose Prop 2."

"....You did? Before the magazine?"

Ellie laughed.

"There's a Queer-Straight Alliance?"

"Ok, Linds, we have some work to do on you."

#lindsey bergman #fan fic #oc: ellie pink #american girl dolls #dolly good season

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let-the-dream-begin · 4 years ago

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 9: Affirmation

Chapter 8

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November 25

Claire took a shaky breath, still gripping the steering wheel despite the fact that her car had been in park for about five minutes. She was parked in the Abernathy driveway, a store-bought apple pie (something she’d discovered that Americans eat on Thanksgiving) sitting in the passenger seat.

Thanksgiving had been this past Thursday, but both Claire and Joe had been working. Upon realizing that Claire had never celebrated Thanksgiving and had no intention of really doing so, he insisted that Claire come over on Sunday when he was off for her and Faith’s first Thanksgiving Dinner.

Claire had no idea why she felt so panicked; it was just Joe, after all. He had seen her at her absolute worst at the hospital, repeatedly. He knew the ins and outs of Faith’s condition because Faith seemed to be the only thing Claire could talk about other than actual hospital business. He had promised that his wife would be aware, that he would make his kids as well aware as possible. He’d texted her several times that he and Gail were so excited to have her, that their little Delia was dying to meet Faith.

Still, the devil on her shoulder was screaming that Faith wasn’t ready for this, that if she slowed the slightest bit of discomfort, Joe would never welcome them into his home again, and he’d look down on her as an incompetent parent for the rest of her life.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

Faith’s sensory overload had been triggered at an Oxford event, a full-blown meltdown had ensued, and they’d had to leave twenty minutes after arriving.

“She can’t help it, Frank. It was too much for her. I should have known that she couldn’t handle such a big crowd.”

“You’re right,” he snarled, roughly loosening his tie and throwing it on the dresser. “You should have known.”

Claire shook her head to clear her mind, repeating the familiar mantra:

Joe is not Frank. His family is not the Oxford faculty.

Taking advantage of a sudden boost of confidence before it disappeared, Claire got out of the car and unbuckled Faith. She got halfway up the driveway before she realized she left the pie on the passenger seat, then ran back to get it. She stood on the porch and crouched down to straighten Faith’s brown and green dress and flatten a few wild curls, then stood up and straightened her own sweater, pulling it further down over her jeans.

“Ready, baby?” Claire said. “We can do it, yes?”

Faith gave Claire a thumbs up, and that was all she needed to ring the doorbell.

“Lady Jane!” Joe exclaimed as he opened the door. “You look lovely, my friend.”

“Thanks, Joe.” Claire smiled warmly.

“And this little cutie must be Faith.” He crouched down, eye level with her, as Claire had mentioned made her least anxious when meeting strangers. “Hi there, sweetie. I’m Joe, your mom’s friend. It’s great to meet you.” Faith shyly pressed Horsie into her face. “I like your horse, Faith. I’m glad you brought him. There’s plenty of food to go around.”

Claire chuckled as Joe stood to full height once more. “She okay?”

“Yes, I think she’s fine.”

“Great, come on in. Let me take that pie.” As they crossed the threshold, a beautiful black woman swooped in from the end of the hall, her purple sweater making her eyes glimmer.

“Oh, look at you!” she exclaimed. “It is so good to finally put a face to the name.” She gave Claire her hand. “Gail.”

“Claire. And this is Faith.”

She hid behind Horsie again as Gail crouched down. “Hello, little lady. It’s great to meet you. Your dress is very pretty.”

“Say thank you, baby. You know the sign.” Claire crouched down next to Faith and signed thank you. “Miss Gail said your dress is pretty. Say thank you?” She signed again, and Faith copied the best she could with one hand clutching Horsie. “Good girl, Faith. Very good.”

“You’re welcome,” Gail said warmly. “What’s the sign?” Claire’s smile got even wider, showing Gail the sign, and she repeated it to Faith. “You’re welcome, Faith.”

Faith hid her smile in Horsie, but Claire could see it.

“She likes you,” Claire said, standing up along with Gail.

“Well I like her, too.” Gail winked down at Faith. “Here, give me your coats, come in, have a drink, relax.”

A loud shriek suddenly rang through the house, and Faith dropped Horsie to cover her ears.

“Easy, little man,” Claire heard Joe’s voice, followed by:

“Gotta be quiet, Lenny,” a little girl said. “Mama said.”

Claire picked up Horsie and Faith and rocked her. “It’s alright, darling. It was just a little baby. It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” Gail said as they entered the living room. “I swear he doesn’t usually do that.”

“It’s okay, she’s fine,” Claire assured her, despite the fact that Faith’s hands were still glued to her ears.

Joe was standing by the fireplace holding a toddler, three-year-old Lenny, and standing next to him was an adorable little girl in a blue dress.

“Hi, Miss Beauchamp,” the girl said politely. “I’m Dee-Dee.”

“Well hello, there,” Claire said, smiling again. “Your Dad has told me all about you, Dee-Dee. Please, call me Claire.”

Delia looked skeptically to each parent, waiting for their approval to address her informally.

“Okay. Hi, Claire.”

“Faith, lovie,” Claire coaxed, whispering into her temple. “There’s a little girl who’d like to meet you. Can you please move your hands now? It isn’t loud anymore, I promise.” Faith looked down at Delia. “I’m going to put you down now, okay?” Claire slowly lowered Faith to the floor, and she didn’t object.

“Hi, Faith,” Delia said. “My Daddy told me you’re real special. Wanna play?” Faith stared back at her. “I brought lots of dollies from my room that you can play with. Wanna see?”

“Can you show her the dolls, Dee-Dee?” Claire said gently, taking Faith’s hand.

“Uh-huh, follow me.” She led them to the corner of the living room, where the girl had obviously created a little arrangement of all her favorite dolls, surrounding a little dollhouse. “See? They’re pretty.”

“They’re very pretty,” Claire agreed. “Here darling.” Claire picked up one of the dolls and handed it to Faith. “See? Dee-Dee is going to share her dolls.” Faith took the doll in the hand that wasn’t holding Horsie. “Can you be a good girl with Dee-Dee, Faith?” Claire held up her thumb, and Faith copied. “There you go. Good girl.”

“Don’t worry, Claire. Daddy told me we gotta play quiet games,” Delia said seriously. “All my dollies are quiet, and I’m really quiet, too.”

“That’s very good, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

Delia nodded, then sat down on the floor. “C’mon, Faith. Sit down and play.”

Claire slowly backed away from them, waiting for Faith to start whining for her to come back. She breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the couch without Faith protesting. Gail was already waiting with a drink, and a plate of appetizers had been put on the coffee table.

“She’s so sweet,” Claire said as she accepted the drink from Gail. “Very thoughtful and sensitive. And she’s only six?”

“Yeah, she’s a good one,” Gail said, sitting down next to her. “Not like that one.” She gestured to Lenny, who Joe had to scoop up again to prevent from launching himself at the girls. “Troublemaker.”

Claire chuckled. “Drives her crazy, I bet.”

“Sure does. Doesn’t help that she bosses him around.” Gail took a pig-in-a-blanket into her fingers.

“Big sisters do that,” Joe piped in, sitting in an armchair with Lenny in his lap.

“So, Claire, tell me all about jolly-old-England. I’ve never been out of the States,” Gail said eagerly, popping the mini hotdog into her mouth.

Claire chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Well, what do you want to know?”

——

The afternoon progressed without a hitch; Joe and Gail were always careful to remove Lenny from the room if it seemed like he was about to be loud, and they took turns keeping him occupied so he didn’t bombard Faith. Claire was overwhelmed. Never before had anyone taken such measures to be sure that her daughter was comfortable. Back in England, if Claire had merely suggested that they bring awareness to Faith’s special needs to anybody who invited them over, Frank immediately shut it down. He had truly made her feel like she was crazy, like there was really no need for her to worry at all. And then when things inevitably went wrong, it was her fault for not having the foresight to leave her home.

Delia was especially a marvel. She must have been the calmest six year old Claire had ever met. She was so gentle with Faith, and spoke so calmly. She didn’t seem bothered at all that Faith didn’t answer when she talked to her; she seemed more than happy to take the lead on whatever game they were playing. She just chattered away to her, and Faith seemed quite content.

She’s never had a friend.

Claire almost cried into her turkey to think about it.

The meal was quite delicious, a wide assortment of things that Joe assured her were “Thanksgiving foods.” Faith refused to eat the turkey no matter what Claire tried so, in the end, to avoid a meltdown, Claire removed the poultry from her plate and gave her extra carrots instead. Faith’s favorite, by far, was the sweet potatoes with marshmallows, something that Claire had reflexively wrinkled her nose at. Joe, however, insisted she try it at least once, and she had been proven wrong immediately.

The Abernathy Thanksgiving tradition was a board game in between dinner and dessert, and Delia decided on Candy Land. Faith sat in Claire’s lap while she played, letting her pick the cards and move the piece where Claire told her to. Lenny had free range of the living room while Faith was otherwise occupied. Claire found herself dizzy with glee for the entire game, thoroughly enjoying Joe and Gail’s competitive banter, as well as Delia’s constant insistence that she would win.

But it was Faith’s joy that took the cake.

She wasn’t just comfortable, she was happy. She was enjoying herself. She was humming, and stimming, and bouncing in Claire’s lap. How many years had Claire been terrified to take her out of the house, and now here she was, happy as ever…?

Joe had nearly won the game, but he purposely kept making silly mistakes so that Delia would win. Winner, of course, had to clean up the game, while Gail and Joe set out dessert in the dining room. Claire blushed with embarrassment to see that the pie she’d brought was the only store-bought item on the table.

“I almost put it in my own container and pretended I made it myself,” she said jokingly.

Joe laughed. “Doesn’t matter where it came from, Lady Jane. What matters is that you brought it.”

Claire almost burst into tears again.

Dessert was just as delicious and fun as dinner. Evidently, Claire’s apple pie paired quite nicely with Gail’s homemade pumpkin and chocolate pie. Everyone made sure to have at least one piece of each, Joe going in for a second of each. By the end of the night, Claire’s stomach hurt from laughter, and her cheeks were sore from smiling. Faith fell asleep on Claire’s lap, face nuzzled into her breast, and Lenny was down for the night upstairs. Delia was more than content to sit at the table and listen to grown-up conversation, though she was quite close to falling asleep on her hands.

Claire had mentioned Faith’s therapy at the hospital, but Joe was eager to hear more, and Gail was excited to hear about it at all. She regaled the story of Faith’s first interaction with the horse, and the first time she got on the horse. She told them all about Jamie, how he had this magic touch that settled Faith immediately, how he went above and beyond to make Faith happy.

The more Claire went on, the more Joe was getting this look on his face that Claire couldn’t put a name to. Then, as she continued, she realized that the look appeared every time she mentioned Jamie…which was actually quite often. She said his name again, and Joe looked at her again, cocking an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to say something in response, something snarky, but she lost her nerve the longer she thought about it.

Which was strange, because she was never one to lose her nerve.

She quickly turned the conversation back on Joe, and before long, Mister Jamie and his blue eyes were out of sight and out of mind.

“You know,” Claire said, everyone coming down from laughter over an anecdote of a particularly spirited patient they’d had this week. “I’m really, really grateful that you had us today. Your home is beautiful, the food was great, and you’re all just…wonderful.”

“Please, Claire, it was our pleasure,” Gail said. “You’re great company. Ever since Joe’s family moved we’ve missed having people over for Thanksgiving. And Dee-Dee loved playing with Faith.”

Delia shook herself awake enough to nod in response.

“Faith liked playing with her too.” Claire rubbed her back. “She was really great with her. You’ve both done a lovely job with her.”

“Well thanks,” Joe said. “You’ve done a great job with yours, Lady Jane.”

Claire smiled and leaned her cheek on the top of Faith’s head.

“Speaking of…” Gail said. “Looks like it’s past somebody’s bedtime.”

“Not tired, Mama.”

“Oh, yes you are. Come on, young lady.”

“I should get going, too,” Claire said reluctantly, standing up with Faith.

“Oh, are you sure?” Gail said. “You can put Faith down in the guest room and we can have some more drinks.”

“I appreciate that, truly. But I do have a six o’clock shift.”

“Ah, that’s right. Claire takes all the crappy shifts,” Joe said.

“Just so I can have weekends off,” Claire said. “I’d do anything they asked if it means I don’t have to work Saturday or Sunday, or Fridays past four for that matter.”

“Of course, of course,” Joe said.

“Well hold on, now, you’re not going anywhere without leftovers.” Gail shuffled into the kitchen. “Come on Dee, you wanna stay up, you’re gonna help Mama.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“It’s your food,” Claire objected, following her into the kitchen and shifting Faith’s weight around. “I don’t want to take it, please, we don’t need — ”

“Oh, stop being so damn polite.” Gail waved her off, shoveling potatoes into a Tupperware container. “No way we’d eat all this before it goes bad. This’ll feed you both for a week.”

Claire couldn’t help but smile. “I guess all those microwave dinners will have to sit in the freezer for another week.”

They all laughed at that.

Leftovers packed in containers and a paper bag, everyone shifted from the kitchen into the main hallway.

“Listen, Claire, let’s not wait for another holiday to do this again, alright?” Joe put a hand on the shoulder that Faith’s head was not laying on. “It was really great to have you. Both of you.”

Claire’s heart felt fit to burst, and she couldn’t stop the tears that rushed to her eyes.

“Thank you, Joe. Really. This means…a lot to us.”

“Us, too,” Gail said, Delia wrapped around her waist, half asleep.

“Goodnight, Lady Jane.”

“Goodnight Joe. Gail, Delia.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

Claire had to keep pausing in her buckling of Faith’s car seat to wipe tears from her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, brushing frizzled little curls off of Faith’s forehead. “We’re doing it, lovie.”

This fresh start was truly the best thing that ever happened to them.

——

December 18

Claire was bouncing in her seat, almost exactly like she’d seen her daughter do countless times. She’d rearranged her entire schedule this week so that she could meet Gillian’s plane. She’d come straight here from work, with Faith still at home with Mrs. Lickett. As much as she’d love to have Faith greet her Auntie right away, she figured that would not be wise considering how things had gone the last time they were in an airport together.

She kept checking her phone, as if planes could actually adhere to their exact schedules. The plane was supposed to arrive in five minutes. Claire remembered quite vividly the day she’d said goodbye to Gillian back in Oxfordshire, the bone crushing hug and the tears they shed on each other. They hadn’t been apart more than a few days since the day they met, and no one else had been there for her as steadfastly when Frank left. That day, she wasn’t sure she could go on without her. Which was more than she could say for going on without her husband. She was quite sure she could do that.

So to see her in more or less five minutes after three months had her as giddy as Faith anticipating the opening notes to Frozen.

After an eternity of about fifteen minutes, the announcement that her flight landed sounded and Claire jumped out of her seat. Obviously it would be another ten minutes at least before the plane was lined up at the gate, but she just couldn't sit still anymore.

When people finally started pouring out of the bridge, and Claire caught sight of that strawberry-blonde head, she suddenly felt like a freshman in college again, waving like an idiot to get her attention across campus.

Her elfin face lit up immediately upon seeing her, and she shoved past about six people and started sprinting toward Claire. With a girlish squeal, the two women collided with a force that knocked the wind out of Claire.

“Oh my God!” Gillian exclaimed, squeezing the life out of Claire. “Jesus! Let me look at you!” She held Claire at arms length, and she squealed again. “My God, Claire, ye’ve gotten even hotter!”

Claire gave quite an unattractive guffaw and swatted her arm. “You look great too, Gi.”

Gillian promptly squealed again and pulled her in for another air-compressing hug.

After about five more minutes of fawning over one another, they proceeded arm-in-arm to baggage claim, then outside to Claire’s car.

“Hope ye didn’t pay too much fer parking,” Gillian said as she slung her suitcase into the trunk.

“Oh, you know, America,” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “It was robbery, of course.”

Gillian snorted before getting into the passenger seat. “It’s a lovely set o’ wheels. How long did it take ye to no’ drive on the wrong side o’ the road?”

Claire chuckled as she put the car in reverse to pull out of her spot. “Not as long as I thought. I do still have to consciously think about it.”

“I hope it isna too long to yer place, I’m starving. That shite on a platter they give ye on the plane just doesna cut it. No’ to mention I’m dying to see my wee niece.”

Claire beamed. “She is so excited to see you. I’ve been telling her every day for a week how many days until Auntie Gi. She was practically vibrating this morning when I told her today was the day.” They both shared a laugh at that. “And as for being hungry, I already placed a delivery order to arrive shortly after we get home.”

Gillian leaned her head back into the seat, sighing. “I could kiss ye.”

Claire scoffed affectionately, giving Gillian’s thigh a pat before turning her attention back to the road.

——

When they arrived at the apartment, Gillian was in awe at the sheer suburban-ness of the place. Together, they lugged the suitcase up the stairs, and Claire couldn't help but smile already before she even turned the lock.

As she’d expected, Faith was already right by the front door, having heard the car arrive, and promptly threw herself on Gillian’s legs.

“There she is!” Gillian cried, bending down to lift her and settle her on her hip. She gave an exaggerated grunt as she did. “Jesus, Faith, ye’ve gotten so big I can hardly lift ye anymore!”

Faith was squealing with giggles, stimming without restraint, humming loudly. She threw her arms around Gillian’s neck and squeezed tightly, causing everyone, including Mrs. Lickett, to laugh affectionately.

“Och, I missed ye so much, wee girl,” Gillian crooned as she stepped into the apartment, Claire following behind with the suitcase. “She really has gotten so big, how has it only been three months?”

“I know, I can’t believe how fast she’s growing.” Claire leaned against the couch, her heart full. “Oh, Gillian, this is Faith’s caretaker, Mrs. Lickett.” The older woman smiled warmly from the other side of the coffee table.

“Great to meet ye, I’ve heard so much,” Gillian said.

“So have I, about you,” Mrs. Lickett returned.

The woman gathered her things and left, Gillian coaxing the little girl in her arms to wave goodbye.

“Fifteen minutes until Italian food,” Claire sighed, plopping herself on the couch.

“Ah, New York Italian food,” Gillian said, sitting down beside her and putting Faith in her lap. “A delicacy.”

“Indeed. You were right about that.” Claire watched gleefully as Faith hummed and ran her fingers through Gillians straight, silky hair. It was quite a different texture from her mother’s untamable curls, so she was likely enjoying the sensation quite a bit.

Dinner arrived and was eaten with much celebration, including a bottle of wine that Claire had been saving for the occasion. Faith had vehemently insisted on being given some, which Claire had anticipated, and cleverly served her a little cup of grape juice. They clinked their glasses and cups together, making Faith smile wide as ever.

A comedy of manners ensued when they tried to get the air mattress blown up in the living room, especially with the obtrusive Christmas tree in the way. Several failed attempts later, it was blown up and fully made, just before Faith’s patience ran out in waiting for her movie. They sat cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching Beauty and the Beast, Faith laughing her head off at Gillian’s extremely poor attempts at singing along.

After Faith was in bed, Gillian and Claire spent hours cuddled under the blanket, passing the wine bottle back and forth, updating each other on anything and everything. They were up much later than Claire should have been, being that she had a shift at eight in the morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Sitting there, tipsy, with her best friend, whispering and giggling into the wee hours of the morning was the most uninhibited she’d felt in years.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander au #outlander fanfiction #claire beauchamp #claire fraser #jamie fraser #faith fraser #frank randall #joe abernathy #gail abernathy

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Hey, your fanfiction/oneshots are amazing! I’m constantly rereading them because they’re so good lol. i mean, if you want another prompt, here’s one that’s been circling my head recently. Cinder plays videogames for the first time with Jaune. (I’m just saying, she does seem competitive. ;) Imagine how competitive she’ll be playing video games)

Nooo omg thank you T_T sorry I am such a baby about my fanfic, I take it far too seriously. I think sometimes I get sad I don't get many comments but I appreciate people just reading my fic at all, and I think I'm a bit stressed at the moment with uni and I'm projecting it everywhere else. You’re very kind and thank you for your message. I hope you enjoy the fic I ended up writing.

So, er, I took your prompt, didn't know how to write it, then remembered the obsesssion I've had with competitive Super Smash Bros. Melee for a good decade and a bit, and decided to put that to use. Sorrynotsorry. Not intending to represent or portray IRL people who compete, because that would be weird, I just love Melee lol.

I remember there was this extremely popular e-sports Over/watch fic in a fandom I was in, complete juggernaut, and for a long time I’ve always been like wow wish somebody wrote a MELEE fic, why doesn’t someone write a MELEE FIC so that person is me, I’m the one who has to do it. I have also always wished the vagaries of the comp scene were represented properly XDDD

So for some context:

Stock – like a life, you play with four stocks in tournament. Four stocking is beating somebody without losing a life, or dying. Puff is a slightly controversial character, and for a couple of years a very popular player dominated with her (contrary to popular belief Fox is the best and only good character in Melee). I don’t know if there’s anything else to clear up, because the rest is window dressing. Oh, CRTs are those old televisions which are really heavy, but they have no input lag so at in-person events they’re used. I reference some vague type of pandemic cuz it works for the setup of Crimson (OOH WHO IS THAT I WONDER), but just pretend it was Salem’s fault and everything is better now.

Fic title: The strange and intricate dating rituals of the nerd

Tags: author is a loser, author is a nerd, identity porn, finding excuses to make my dollies kiss, otherwise no content warnings. Vague modern AU set in Remnant, around 4,000 words (like a 10 or 20 minute read), oneshot, of course this is Cinder/Jaune, it goes without saying.

Fic summary for this would be:

Completely stupid, nonsensical Melee fan writes a fanfic, using the setting as window-dressing for her two favourite characters to kiss. The elusive Crimson challenges Juniper, or rather, Pyrrha, to a moneymatch.

“Is that legal?” Ren asked. “You can’t have a person as a prize, right?”

“I’m not moneymatching them. It’s alright.” Then Pyrrha looked at her notifications. She had so many Jaune wondered if her phone were hot to the touch. “It must be a joke!” Pyrrha tried.

Fic begins under the cut. This isn’t going on AO3 lol. Hope you enjoy it iressent, I think this fic appeals to only us two.

“How do you even make money off video games?” said Nora. She was dabbing at ketchup on her chin, oddly reminiscent of Weiss.

“I think you stream?” Ren offered.

“Well, yeah, that’s what you do now,” Jaune said. “But like, tournament winnings can sometimes be enough, or at least they used to be, with sponsorships, but yeah, I guess you have to stream now or whatever. I don’t really care though.”

Not like he was ever going to tell his parents he wanted to play Melee for a living. That was never going to happen.

“I think it doesn’t matter if you make money or not, Jaune. I’m sure we’ll both have fun anyway,” Pyrrha said. “This is the biggest tournament in Vale. There’s people coming all over. We might even make friends.”

“What are you gonna do with your tournament winnings, Pyrrha?” said Nora. Pyrrha giggled and shook her head.

“Don’t jinx it, Nora.”

“We’ll come cheer for you both anyway.” Nora and Ren shared a look. They didn’t play, but Jaune and Pyrrha both did, and Pyrrha wasn’t embarrassed about it the way Jaune was. It was like, video games. Taken seriously.

But it was just a weekend tournament, so it was alright. Online was good now, but nothing compared to it in person. Well, maybe not carrying all those heavy CRTs.

“Besides, it’s the first tournament that Crimson’s attending,” Pyrrha said. “Though I think they spelt it with a zero?”

“A zero and an underscore,” Jaune added.

“Very… creative. Though I suppose their Twitter is also… very…”

“Ooh? Gossip?” said Nora. “Show me their Twitter!”

Crimson was not exactly the most popular figure. They had only attended online tournaments, and nobody knew yet how those results compared to in-person tournaments. Rollback was good, but it wasn’t 1:1. Crimson also had made themselves somewhat of an outspoken figure.

“Crimson isn’t Pyrrha’s biggest fan,” Jaune said. Pyrrha was probably the best of them. Easily the best. She’d had tournament wins in Atlas, when Jaune and Pyrrha had accompanied Weiss for that one awful trip home, and as soon as it had been over they’d funnelled Weiss back with them, and then there wins back in Argus, her hometown. Jaune played doubles with her, and he was good support, but he hadn’t won a tournament before.

“I play a character which makes some people upset,” Pyrrha said.

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

Anybody who plays puff is cheap lol

errant tim @Hamburgerhelper69

just say you’re jealous of juniper and go

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

Sure jealous of that chick who stalls. I’ll moneymatch her idc

querantian @querantrrrrrrrrr

like she’ll moneymatch u,u only play online,even then u only play fox. fox is broken,andu abuse waveshine

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

I use Falco sometimes and at least waveshine actually takes effort

Nora looked up from her phone where Pyrrha had linked Crimson’s account. Jaune had never seen Nora look so put off, confused, but also close to losing it.

“Does Crimson just argue with people online all day? And a moneymatch?”

“Pyrrha’s not moneymatching Crimson. That would be a match… for money,” Jaune added.

“About that,” Pyrrha said, and nervously laughed.

A new Tweet had come in just then:

CRIMS0N_ @crims0n

@JNPRoz moneymatch, you win i never use fox again, i win i get your doubles partner jaune

Jaune had been sipping his drink when he read that and choked on it. Ren thumped him on the back.

“Is that legal?” Ren asked. “You can’t have a person as a prize, right?”

“I’m not moneymatching them. It’s alright.” Then Pyrrha looked at her notifications. She had so many Jaune wondered if her phone were hot to the touch. “It must be a joke!” Pyrrha tried.

“Yeah, I don’t know why they’d want me. I’m not even good,” he said, and laughed. “They must just be messing with you.”

Of course, that was when Crimson said they were resolutely not messing around. Pyrrha turned her phone up for Jaune to read it.

“I think you should do it,” he said.

“But you can’t be a human prize.”

“They might not even really mean it. Maybe they just want people to be hyped. Or controversy. All press is good press?”

Crimson’s Twitter was really a testament to that.

“I mean, Vale’s best player versus Mistral’s newcomer who everybody thinks is kind of a troll, it would be cool,” Jaune said.

Pyrrha was considering it. He could see. He felt like the devil on her shoulder. Of course, he could see all the ongoing drama on her phone, but he loathed to check his. They were a good doubles team, but he wasn’t that good, and he didn’t know why Crimson had decided to troll Pyrrha like this. Other than the fact people speculated Jaune and Pyrrha were dating.

Of course, in that case, he would’ve thought Crimson would want Pyrrha, whoever they were. Jaune wasn’t a catch.

It was good drama, anyway. He watched Pyrrha start to type a Twat.

Juniper | Oz @-JNPRoz

I’ll do it. If it’s legal.

CRTs really were way too heavy. Like, he understood they had no input lag, but sometimes he missed playing online, because on weekends he could roll out of bed for a tournament with no fuss. Then again, since in-person events had returned, he realised he missed being around people too. He made idle chatter and helped avert a disaster with getting one of the televisions up a narrow staircase to the playing hall.

They had hired out an event centre in the middle of the city, which meant carrying televisions that far for the tournament was one thing, but there was also expensive parking. He and Pyrrha had driven in with their equipment, and now she’d gone to find somewhere cheaper to park.

“Mr. Muscles over here!” Cardin thumped Jaune on the back. Jaune scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m no Mr. Muscles, there are four CRTs at the bottom of the stairs you could help with.”

“Oh, no, I can’t, I’m interviewing people for my channel. Pre-event stuff.”

Jaune noticed the camera guy beside him. Dove? Lark? Jaune couldn’t remember his name. He put his hands on his hips and said, “Well, for documentation purposes, Cardin hasn’t helped bring in a single CRT—”

“And that’s Pyrrha’s doubles partner, everybody!” Cardin cut in and stood in front of him.

“You can just edit me out later anyway.”

“I’m not great at editing,” said the camera guy. “And Cardin doesn’t pay me.”

“You get exposure,” said Cardin.

Jaune didn’t miss people anymore. It had lasted for about ten minutes. It was the height of summer, and the hall was already starting to stink up with heat. Unfortunately, he also knew Cardin didn’t wear deodorant. He could also smell the absence of it, his pungent body odour like the opposite of a pheromone. Maybe it was for the best Cardin wasn’t helping.

Jaune rolled his eyes. He hoped Cardin would go away, but instead he found a new victim lurking by the backdoor entryway.

“Well, hello there!”

Jaune followed him. There was a girl standing by the doorway, too nicely dressed for a Melee event, her black hair wavy and thick. She wore an eyepatch over her right eye, and she was, in want of a better word, maybe something more specific to capture her, beautiful.

He immediately felt pity for her. Cardin was bad enough around him.

“Cardin, can you go annoy somebody else? Or make yourself useful?” he said from behind Cardin, but Cardin ignored him.

“And who might you be? Are you someone’s girlfriend? Did you get lost?”

“He doesn’t represent us,” Jaune said to her. “I mean that literally, I don’t think anybody watches his videos. Cardin, go away.”

Jaune slipped past her to go fetch more of the CRTs. When he did, she felt hot, hotter than summer. He was not, in Cardin’s words, here ‘to pick up chicks’. He was here to win. Well, watch Pyrrha win. These events were about the game. Plus it was the one time he didn’t feel like a complete loser.

What he was also here doing was picking up CRTs. Not a date. Which he was currently struggling with. He was about to start crying for help, until the girl appeared again and took the other end wordlessly. They lifted it up at once, and went up the stairs, her first.

“You’ve got it?” she said.

“Yeah, I’m good, just minding the stairs.” They went carefully, because if it dropped, it would be a complete nightmare. “Cardin leave you alone?” he puffed out.

“You should watch his video when he uploads it.”

They made it to the top and navigated their way to where it was supposed to go for the pools. Jaune laughed. “I don’t think even Cardin’s mom watches his videos.”

She made a pitying noise. “Aw, but he works so hard. What with paying his friends so well.”’

He couldn’t help laughing again.

Jaune let the others setting up take over and went back to grab the next one. Only a few left.

She was funny. He didn’t feel so bad about having to carry the televisions in the heat, now. The event hall was starting to fill up with people trickling in the front, probably hoping to play exhibition matches before the event proper started. Jaune had got up way too early for this day. At least it hadn’t been so hot then.

“So you’re here for the tournament?” he said.

“Yes,” she said, and smiled, like she had a secret. He tried really hard not to check her out. He was here for the game. But she had a curvy waist, and a sundress on like she had just walked in from a spring picnic, not a sweltering summer day. She was lovely, in that type of way he wasn’t used to: a pair of glittering earrings on, a smear of lip-gloss, slightly flushed cheeks, the floral print of her dress matching her eye, a dusty blue to complement the oddly sweet, fiery orange.

“Well, good luck. But most of all have fun,” he said. “I just like being around everybody here. Not that I’m any good at the game! Well, I’m no tournament winner.” Then he awkwardly laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

He expected her to turn and go, but she tilted her head at him. “Aren’t you Juniper’s doubles partner? You won the Atlas tournament before everything went online, and before that, all of Vale’s.”

“Well, yeah, but that was mostly Pyrrha,” he said. “I don’t place as well in singles.”

“But you did. You came second in Atlas.”

“I don’t think they’re that great over in Atlas, to tell you the truth. Metagame is so different here. But with online I think they’re getting better.”

“Yes, online,” she said. “You don’t think it’s corrupting the game?”

“If you can’t carry a heavy CRT, can you really call yourself a Melee player?”

She seemed to like that. Her smile was pretty. It was sort of mean, and almost a smirk, but it was pretty. “I can’t imagine Cardin would like that. But you and I managed well enough with them. Let’s say we take the rest?”

Jaune liked the sound of that. Tournaments were cool, but nobody liked the set-up, or the expensive food, or the hotel prices. Or Cardin interviewing people for his shitty channel. Or, for that matter, Cardin swindling them out of a dinner fare. It was nice to think about being near everybody again, but it was all about the game.

Of course, Jaune was a fucking idiot and had a crush now.

“I didn’t get your name,” he said. “I feel like if I drop a television on you, I should at least know your name.”

“Cinder,” she said. “You’re Jaune.”

“Just Jaune,” he said and shrugged.

Jaune played pools, since the transition back from online events meant they wanted everybody to qualify again, previous wins or no. His Marth was pretty good, and it’s not like he had picked Marth to start with because he was the pretty swordsman— he liked the way he played— but it’s not like it had nothing to do with it. Marth felt smoother to him than Fox, but even the vanguard of Foxes, Crimson, seemed to have a thing for defending him and the matchup.

He found it kind of obtusely funny.

The tournament went on and he mostly focussed on the sets, ignoring Cardin between games and keeping to himself. He didn’t end up talking to anybody much, and he progressed through the Losers' bracket after one loss to a slippy Fox. He had the poor luck of facing Cardin, who threw his controller when he lost, and refused to fist-bump at the end of the match.

Jaune’s fist remained in the air just for a second or two longer than he should have. He went to the next match. By the time Jaune tuned in, the Winners’ Bracket final was taking place. Whoever won this he would face next.

It was Crimson versus Juniper.

And it was Cinder, the girl with whom he’d spoken earlier. She was lazily stretching in her chair, ignoring Pyrrha talking to her, until she blankly nodded at whatever she had said. Cinder was Crimson. Crimson, who thought Pyrrha was cheap, and spent too much time on Twitter, the Mistrali troll, who entirely been anonymous until Cinder had flounced in wearing a sundress and lip-gloss and helped him carry the stupidly heavy CRTs.

He had to hide his laugh, because nobody else would understand. Crimson, who wanted to win him in a moneymatch.

Which meant either she had an interest in him, or she really, really wanted to mess with Pyrrha. It was probably the latter. It had to be the latter. That must have been why she was coy and sweet with him, and fluffed up his Smash skills. He was glad he hadn’t preened before her. He didn’t fall for that type of sweet talk. But she was pretty, and funny, and he had liked talking to her when he had been hot and annoyed.

It’s not like he and Pyrrha were dating anyway, though. Crimson wasn’t going to manipulate or upset Pyrrha the way she thought she could. They were good friends, sure, but it’s not like Pyrrha had feelings for him or anything, and it’s not like Jaune was her doubles partner to worm his way into dating her. They liked playing together.

And Crimson had taken messing with Pyrrha too far.

He sat down in the audience to watch the match. He didn’t know what he expected. Crimson went Fox, Juniper went Puff, and then it was match, set and ready. The commentators were annoying and kept going on about Crimson’s playstyle, which was so aggressive they couldn’t keep up with her movement, and then they were bringing up how surprising it was she managed at all to be good offline, and then they brought up the moneymatch. Everybody knew about the moneymatch.

“Like, it’s obviously to fuck with Juniper,” said one of the commentators.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah but like, is it even allowed?”

“I think it’s just to— whoa, Crimson just suicided, did she do that just to avoid Juniper taking a stock? Oh man— yeah I think it’s allowed in the spirit of him playing doubles with her but does Juniper even have a back-up? She could probably play doubles by herself—”

“Just her going whomp on everybody—”

“Uh, did Juniper just lose?”

“I think she did, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Pyrrha did lose. It was close. Their last set, Crimson had nearly four-stocked Pyrrha— she didn’t die, not once, and then on Pyrrha’s last stock she suicided. Three times. So they were even.

“Wow, that is so unsportsmanlike,” said the second commentator. She was really, sincerely, trying to mess with Pyrrha. Jaune didn’t have any doubts then. When Crimson won, nobody even cheered, but there was a lot of yelling. Crimson, or Cinder, he supposed, fist-bumped Pyrrha, and looked happy, despite all the drama.

It was good drama, he gave her that.

“So wait, is Finals— wait is the Grand Finals Jaune against Crimson? Juniper’s knocked out? That’s it?”

“Holy shit. Jaune? He came second in Atlas, right? In singles? But Crimson just beat Vale’s best player. This is crazy, man. Is the moneymatch after this?”

“I don’t wanna be the guy taking bets on that.”

Jaune now had Vale’s hopes pinned on him, and the fan-favourite was out. He put his head in his hands. Before he could grow too maudlin, he decided he would catch Crimson. He pushed past sweaty fans and navigated through throngs of people complaining about Pyrrha’s loss, and ignored the ones who tried to talk to him, as he searched for that head of black hair and pretty, tight waist. The troll from Mistral.

“Hey, whoa, hey,” he called ahead to her, both of them now in the quiet hallway out from the main hall. There was a place for drinks nearby, which was where she was probably heading.

“Good matches?” she asked, as if she had not just won hers.

“Cardin had a tantrum when he lost. What about you, though?” he said, barely containing the confusing swell of interest and annoyance he felt. “I hear you beat Juniper, Crimson.”

She crossed her arms, and then kept walking. She didn’t go for the drinks, but instead there was a small, rickety door which opened out to an unstable set of stairs into an alleyway. He could hear the sounds of the city, and felt the heat not having let up yet, only just getting started. She went down and he followed her.

“You are not doing the moneymatch! Or at least change the terms!” he burst out.

“But it’s funny,” she said.

“Okay, sure, it’s funny, but Pyrrha and I are real people, not circus entertainment. You could’ve at least just made it about money and not winning me. People would’ve still enjoyed it, if that’s what you wanted.”

She was watching him, bored. “I don’t want money.”

“I know you want to embarrass Pyrrha, but we’re not dating, and I’m pretty sure everybody on Twitter is now convinced we’re dating. Pyrrha only took the moneymatch because of my persuasion, but this is out of hand,” he said. “Especially because— I talked to you for a bit before— I knew who you were. You were…”

But she was confused now, and her one-eyed gaze was hard. “What? I was what?”

He said, kind of pathetically and kind of miserably, “You were nice. I always thought Crimson was funny, and they always defended Marth, and I wondered if Crimson were really that mean. And then I met you, and you were pretty, and it was so hot carrying in all of those TV’s, and you made me laugh. And then I find out you were just probably talking to me like that because you were messing with Pyrrha, with your weird one-sided rivalry. Pyrrha doesn’t even think Crimson is a bad person!”

Cinder was quiet, her mouth pouted. “You think I’m pretty?”

“That’s not the takeaway I wanted there!”

She laughed, but it was short. “I thought it would spice things up a little. It’s just talking smack. And I think you’re cute, anyway.”

“No, you don’t,” he snapped. “You’re messing with Pyrrha.”

“Oh, come on. I wouldn’t go that far. I just wanted people to see you were a good player, and somebody wanted you. I could have just asked for her as a doubles partner instead.”

“I’m not that good.” Now he was blushing. Why did she make him blush? It wasn’t fair. It was already so hot. The wind blew, and it didn’t cool him down at all, but he caught the smell of her perfume: bright, like violets, without being too sharp.

“I like the way you play. It’s understated, yet elegant. I played for a long time before I turned up on the scene, and it takes a longer than people think to get good. But you just play. And you play well. You always seem like you have fun,” she said. Then she shrugged one shoulder, coy.

“I never wanted to use the tournaments to hook up with someone, you know. That was like, my one rule going in, not to be a loser who immediately hits on the nearest girl.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did it first. If challenging Juniper for you in a moneymatch counts.”

It was sort of horrible, but he laughed anyway. “Like what, you’re some sort of knight fighting for my hand?”

“In a video game,” she said, and then he couldn’t help laughing again, and he watched her sweet little laugh too. She talked smack online and could be kind of mean for no reason at all, but he liked her. Then she added, “And besides. Pyrrha needs somebody around to challenge her.”

“Pyrrha just wants to play the game, too, you know.”

“I know,” she said. “But would people have anything to talk about if I weren’t causing trouble? Besides, I don’t think Pyrrha likes the fame much.”

“Being Internet famous was not her idea of a good time, no.”

“So why don’t we put on a show for her,” said Cinder. “And tell her she played well. She didn’t even camp once.”

Jaune shook his head. “Do you actually not like Pyrrha?”

“She’s something different. The only problem for a long time is that nobody had practice against her, because nobody else played Puff. But now we do. So who knows.”

Their matches were good. Jaune wanted to make Pyrrha happy more than anything, and in the end, he had fun. Cinder won. It was close.

When he fist-bumped her, her smile was that same half-smirk, but she seemed delighted. Cardin came over to interview her for her win, and said, “So Crimson’s a chick! Can you confirm, are you trying to steal Jaune from Juniper?”

“Yes,” she said, which must have been to fuck with him.

Cardin hooted, “Moneymatch! Moneymatch! Moneymatch!” but Jaune wanted to tell him Cinder probably already had won him, moneymatch or no.

Pyrrha came over to him and said, “I think you played very well, Jaune. I know you had a lot of pressure riding on that.”

“It’s okay, at least it wasn’t on you. By the way, about that moneymatch… Crimson, or, well, Cinder, said she wants to change the terms. If you win, she won’t say any stupid stuff on Twitter for a whole month, and if she wins, you have to give yourself a break for a week.”

Pyrrha scrutinised him. “What did you do?”

“I did a little investigation work. And, well, I met her before I figured out she was Crimson.” Jaune rolled up his controller and went to make his way out for the post-game talks.

“I thought your rule was no hitting on girls at tournaments?”

“She started it,” he said.

“She did, didn’t she?” Then she laughed. “Wait, she wasn’t trying to be horrible to me? She was just…”

“Extremely awkwardly and weirdly trying to ask me out, yes.”

“That’s bizarre.”

“I know,” he said, dreamy. He had been checking Cinder out when he shouldn’t have, though, so they were even. He didn’t say that part aloud.

By the time it had grown dark, he searched for Cinder. “We need to pack up and go,” he said to her, “but do you need a lift to your hotel or something?”

“It’s not far from here,” she said.

“Do you want me to walk you back?”

She tilted her head at him. “Don’t you think it’s a bad look, going back to the hotel room of your doubles partner’s virtual enemy?”

“What, because you talked shit online or because people will think we’re sleeping together?”

“Oh, think we’re sleeping together,” and then she smiled meanly.

“Depends how long you’re in Vale for.”

Cinder was, in fact, in Vale for longer than the tournament. They were able to catch Cardin’s video uploaded together, which didn’t have any cuts and ran for twenty minutes.

Cinder hummed to herself. “You looked exceptionally handsome carrying all of those heavy TVs. I’m sure that’s gender regressive of me.”

“Yeah, but you helped, so I think it’s alright.”

They got to the part where Cardin was buzzing Cinder, and she was in an argument with the camera guy about the moneymatch and Pyrrha definitely winning, before Cinder said, “I intend to fuck him, if you really want to know. Not play doubles with him,” and then Cardin had gasped and told his editor to cut the profanity, which he had failed to do so.

Jaune tried to be subtle, but where his hand was on Cinder’s waist was not so, he knew. “I didn’t know that.”

“I came to the conclusion once I got there at the tournament, in case you’re worried.”

“Yeah, that’s fair, it was the same for me.” He hid his laugh into her smooth shoulder, then he kissed her, and up her neck, to kiss her on her full mouth.

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

sorry I talked so much smack at you @JNPRoz that was a fun moneymatch. promise I wont say anything mean even tho you lost lol. enjoy your break

Seagull @seagul2222

Its ‘you’re’

Juniper | Oz @-JNPRoz

Thanks Crimson. It was fun! I look forward to you coming to Vale again, though I think Jaune might too… I’ll beat you next time! <3 (:

#my bad fanfic #ask #user: iressent #cinder/jaune #I don't want people in the main tag reading this lolololol #please dont judge me.

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years ago

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Friends Day In

Word count: 2.3k

Prompt: You and Jason planned to spend the day together, until Roy called asking him to babysit.

I might rewrite this one in the future with a different character because I like the prompt. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was relatively cold for a summer day in Gotham. There was a breeze blowing and it didn’t smell like smoke. The sky was a rich blue and filled with white clouds. The sun was shining over the city. It was weird. But the good kind of weird. You weren’t used to Gotham looking this pretty, and neither were you used to playing dollies with a five-year-old, so nothing about today was normal. But you liked It!

The night before, you convinced Jason to take day off from everything and spend some time with you, because you hadn’t had a best friend’s day out in a very long time. He had been busy on missions away from you and you really missed him. Not as much as he missed you though. You hadn’t heard someone say yes that quickly in your life! The two of you had decided on meeting up at his place and going out later. The evening would end with dinner although you hadn’t decided if it would be a ‘takeout and movies’ kind of night, or the ‘chili dogs and strolling down the street’ type yet. You supposed you’d let the magic of the moment bring you to a decision, because either way if you were together you had something to enjoy.

That morning you hopped out of bed with a spring in your step. You were definitely more willing to get out of bed than you usually were, but who could blame you? You hadn’t had any quality time Jason in weeks. The idea of seeing your best pal and crush after that long was enticing enough to get you to pick out your clothes, finish a shower and breakfast all in under an hour. Somewhere around 12:00 pm, you headed oto your car, or should we say, skipped to your car and made your way downtown, opening the windows and enjoying the cool air.

Jason was in a similar position. He too, woke up feeling more energized and got through his morning routine much quicker than necessary, but he couldn’t help himself. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, paired with his favorite leather jacket, to give him the boost he knew he’d need today. Jason was looking forward to seeing you today for more than one reason; the first obviously being that he missed you, and the second being that he realized he didn’t want to have to miss you as much as he did and today would be the day he would confess how he felt about you. He had been in love with you for about year, and now he wanted you to know. So, he stared at his TV, not really paying attention to what was playing. He only glanced at his phone to check the time.

The next time he picked up his phone it buzzed it his hand. Roy was calling. “Hey, Roy. What’s up?”

“Jay, there’s an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?” Jason’s casual tone shifted to something a little more serious.

“There’s something going on in Star City. Oliver needs me.”

“Oka-,”

“Of course, I’ll watch her, don’t worry about it. And Roy, in our line off work, there isn’t exactly time off. Will you drop her over?” Jason could hear the panic in Roy’s voice and kept his own soft. This must be really bad. The last thing he wanted was to give Roy another reason to worry and taking are of Lian was the least he could do for his best pal.

The unfortunate downside to this would be that he would miss out on his time with you. He knew you would understand but the pang of guilt in his chest still stayed. He was just about to call you when he heard his doorbell ring. He opened the door to you, wearing that slightly apologetic look and you knew something was up.

“Hi, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Somethings come up.”

“That’s okay, but… What’s going on?”

“Roy needs to leave town for an emergency, and he needs me to take care of Lian. There was no one else he could find in time.”

“That’s alright, Jay. We could meet up another day.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He had an idea. “But you know you’re welcome to stay. We can have a friend’s day in!”

“That sounds great, but what about Lian?”

“We can hang out while she’s here. She’s an absolute angel. When did you meet her last?”

“Well it’s been a while, I haven’t seen her in like a year.”

“You should stay. We can babysit together. She’ll love you.” He flashed you his signature smile, dimples and all. You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to take up too much of his time if he was busy. You knew what Roy and Jason did wasn’t easy and things often came up, so you were more than understanding. Jason then added a, “Please?”

“Okay.”, you said, putting your purse down the table.

Only minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jason opened the door and saw Roy with duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and his daughter in his arms. She had a little Dora the Explorer backpack with her and she was smiling, flaunting gaps in her baby teeth.

“Uncle Jay!”

“Hey kiddo!” Roy put her down and she hugged Jason’s legs. He smiled down at her adorable behavior and crouched down to her level, “Why don’t go inside and turn on the TV? We can watch Power Rangers.” He watched her speed away into his apartment and then stood back up. “Roy, be careful Ok?”

“When am I not?” He smirked. “Don’t worry its nothing too crazy, so I’ll only be gone for a few hours. Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem.”

While Jason was and Roy shared their well-wishes, Lian and ran into the living room at speeds that could rival the Flash, and then stopped. She was looking at you, visibly confused.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. You must be Lian. I’m friends with your dad and Jason.” She nodded plopped herself on the couch, one cushion away from you.

“Do you like power Rangers?”

“I do. Which one’s your favorite?”

“Blue one.”

“Blue’s my favorite color.”

“Me too!” She’s so cute. She rummaged through her little backpack and pulled out a small blue whale and two barbie dolls. “Your name is Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You wanted to think it was just something kids did, but something seemed odd about the way she started staring at you. Right on time Jason waked into the living room. He took in the sight of you intently watching power Rangers and holding a doll in your hand next to a small child plying with a whale plushy.

“Anyone hungry?”, he called out.

“Me!” Lian responded.

“PB&J like usual?” She nodded cheerily in response. “Anything for you, Y/N?”

“Can I get a PB&J too?” You asked.

“Anything for my favorite girls.” He said with a breathy laugh and disappeared off into the kitchen. He could kiss his plans of confessing today goodbye, but on the bright side now he had a little more time to plan it. He made four sandwiches and cut the crust off of one. He decided to go the extra mile and cut the sandwich into a heart just to see Lian get excited over it.

He walked back to the living room and put the plates down on the coffee table. He looked up for you and Lian, but you weren’t in the room. He walked around a bit and heard a giggle from the second bedroom. His heart melted at the sight. Lian was sitting on your lap while you were braiding her hair, tying it with a bow hair tie. “Pretty as a princess!”, you called her. Jason had no idea you were that good with kids. It was endearing.

Smiling lightly, he said, “Lunch is ready.” Lian jumped off of you and walked to the living room, picking up her heart-shaped sandwiched. She gasped,

“Thank you!” and began eating her sandwich. You stood next to jason and looked at the little girl in awe.

The day consisted of Pokémon marathons, hide and seek, and a game of tag that ended up with Jason picking you up and running around the apartment. You did the same with Lian the next round. The cheerful energy of little children was very contagious, but at some point, the energy burned out. The three of you sat down to take break before putting Lian down for a nap. Today you saw a side of Jason you didn’t even know existed. He was always calmer and goofier when you were around, but when he was with Lian, it was something else. You fell for him even more, if that was possible. Seeing him with her made your lips involuntarily perk up at the corners. And then it happened.

“Hey uncle jay?”

“Hm?”

“Is this the girl you’re always talking to Daddy about? The soulmate?” you saw Jason stiffen. You were very intrigued though. Jason talked about you to Roy? “Her name is Y/N too. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s not my girlfriend.” He was genuinely mortified.

“I think she wants to be your girlfriend.” Now it was your turn to stiffen. How did she-? “She hugs you a lot.”

“Lian aren’t you tired? Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay. Uncle Jay, you should kiss her.” Jason picked her up and hurried into the guest bedroom, leaving you a blushing mess where you sat.

He returned around ten minutes later, looking pretty tired himself. “I. Am. Exhausted”

“Same here,” you replied. “You’re really good with kids.”

“So are you.”

“Lian is such a sweetheart! Roy is going to have to deal with me a lot more now.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want visit Lian all the time.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” He nods.

“What was Lian talking about when she said you spoke to Roy about me?”

“Well,” I guess confessing is back on the table. “I talked to Roy about you because I wanted his advice.” You gave him the ‘please elaborate’ look. “I like you.” He finally blurted out.

You looked up at him feeling butterflies. “I like you too, Jay.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel your heart racing. Jason met your eyes, grinning ear to ear and asked,

“So, does this mean I can ask you on a date?”

“I believe it does.”

“Y/N, would you like to go out with me sometime?”

“Yeah I would.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am a little concerned though.”

“About?”

“You were trained by the world’s greatest detective, and yet, a five-year-old figured that I liked you before you did.” Jason’s expression turned into one of both shock and disappointment and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Todd, you’re losing your edge. You were beaten by a toddler.”

“Huh, so were you!” The two of you joked around quietly as not to wake the toddler in the other room. “You know it’s only 6:30. Feel like staying for dinner?”

“I’d like that.” You were looking up him due to the height difference.

The phone rang. Roy was calling to let Jason know he would be by to pick Lian up soon. The two of you sat comfortably and put on a movie.

“You sure you don’t want to watch power Rangers? I know how much you love the blue one.” He teased, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder.

Soon after, Lian woke up from her nap and crawled in between you. There was comfortable silence in the room. Jason had his arm around you, and you nuzzled into him holding Lian. The way Lian held his hand made your heart swell. He was going to be the best father one day.

Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s your dad.” She climbed down and walked with Jason to the door.

“Daddy!”

“Hey princess!” He lifted her into his arms. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! I played with Jay and Auntie Y/N.”

“Oh, wow.” Roy looked at Jason with an eyebrow raised. “Auntie Y/N?” as if on cue, you showed up at the door.

“Hey, Lian you forgot your backpack.” You said handing it to her. “Roy! Oh, my goodness I haven’t seen you in a month! You have got to come over more.” You said, hugging him.

“I definitely will.” He said, hugging back with one arm.

“Good. Bye guys! I’ll see you soon!” And with that you, turned back and made your way to the kitchen.

“Roy how’d everything go? Is the city Ok?”, Jason asked.

“Yeah, yeah. City’s fine, Ollie’s fine. What’s up with you two? Did you finally tell her?”, Roy asked expectantly. With a smirk and a dramatic sigh, Jason replied,

“All I will say is that your daughter is a much better wing woman than you.” He punctuated his sentence by high fiving the little girl in Roy’s arms.

“ARE YOU GUYS DAT-?!”

“Bye, Roy! Bye, Lian! See you guys later…!” And he closed the door, fully expecting his phone to be flooded with messages in an hour, but in the meantime, he planned on taking advantage of some much-needed alone time with his new girlfriend.

“So, princess, where would you like to go for dinner?” Snaking your arms around his torso, you said,

“I don’t know, what do you feel like having?”

“You in my arms.” Your face heated up.

“I meant for dinner! And I’m already in your arms.” He chuckled lightly.

“Chinese takeout?”

“Chinese takeout.”

“And movies?”

“Of course.”

“…. Cuddles?”

“Like we don’t do that anyway.” All in all, that day did not go as planned but you weren’t about to complain.

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ootori-sibs · 3 years ago

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The Ootori princess

Chapter 7: That dream

Kyoya was very pleased that his friends liked his new room, and he had been happy to show them around the rest of the garden. After they'd seen everything Kyoya was aware of, they sat in the garden, drinking lemonade and eating sugar cookies. It was different from how they usually hung out, there wasn't any purpose to this, they had no goal in mind. They were relaxed… it was new to Kyoya to be so calm and still with the hosts, with his friends.

It was Kyoya's first time in the back garden, and it was very pretty; there were a couple of big flower patches, some lovely looking fruit trees, and a little vegetable patch tucked away in the corner. The thing that surprised Kyoya, however, was the chickens, Yuuichi hadn't told him there were chickens. This was amazing, he had a hen on his lap at that moment, he wasn't petting it but he wished to know its name. The other hosts definitely enjoyed the presence of the chickens as well, playing with them happily. Kyoya liked the garden, it was very nice. There was a lot of sun- the mansion was angled in such a way to catch the sun.

It wasn't Kyoya's fault, he closed his eyes for just a second. He hadn't expected to find himself in a flowerfield, with chickens running about among the undergrowth. It was a lovely scene, with the sun shining brightly down on him, not burning but simply warming him. Kyoya felt so incredibly free; the flowers and grass brushing against his bare skin felt great, he almost wanted to twirl- and there was no one around to see him, so he did.

He rushed around amongst the flowers, the chickens quick on his heels. It felt amazing, everything felt so amazing. It was almost like the welling in his chest when someone told him they were proud of him, but so much better. There wasn't even any lense flare in his glasses for once- which was an incredibly rare occurrence for Kyoya. He simply ran and ran and ran- never seeming to get tired for some unknown reason.

Until he did see a lense flare.

It didn't come from his glasses, no, it came from something in the distance. So Kyoya ran towards it naturally, the chickens began to make louder and louder squawks, clearly just as excited as Kyoya- although for what he could not say.

He finally reached the object that had been calling to him, it was a large, floor length mirror, somehow suspended in midair. It was gold and extremely intricate- though that wasn't what made Kyoya stop in her tracks.

She was wearing a sundress, a lovely white one with a gold belt of a soft and shiny fabric, her hair was so long it reached her shoulders, held out of her eyes with an alice band. The dress was short and flowing, rippling in a breeze that was evidently there now. The girls nails were painted white, they matched her dress nicely, as well as the little white dolly shoes. There was something about the girls face; her lips were a light violet colour and her eyelashes so pleasantly done, her eyebrows were smaller and perfectly neat, she was positively glowing.

There was something in her eyes too, something that Kyoya never had- Kyoya couldn't tell you what it was, in her eyes, but the girl seemed to know- Kyoya wanted to ask her. She was so radiant, so beautiful. She was the kind of girl everyone would fall in love with, she was the kind of girl people would want to be around, she was everything Kyoya failed to be.

...and he loved her.

Kyoya must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up, the sun was in a different position and the hosts were all happily talking to Yuuichi. Wow, he must have been asleep for a long time if Yuuichi was home already. Yuuichi seemed to notice Kyoya was awake and smiled, "did you just leave your poor friends to entertain themselves while you took a nap? Honestly Kyoya, I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?" He was clearly joking, hands on his hips and he was smiling, but Kyoya felt a jolt of panic hit him as he realised he had done just that.

He sat up straight, scaring away the poor hen that had been resting on his lap, adjusting his glasses, he hung his head in shame, "ah, my apologies. In my defense, someone should have woken me."

"Senpai are you mad?" Hikaru blurted out, looking at him in kind of annoyed shock, "have you seen what you're like when you've just woken up?? We'd rather not die thank you very much."

Kyoya supposed he had to concede that Hikaru had a point, he wasn't the best person when he just woke up. Yuuichi went back inside- presumably to make dinner, whilst everyone else resumed whatever they had been up to. Kyoya didn't get any time to process anything that was happening when Tamaki sat opposite him at the table, smiling, "so what was your dream about?"

Kyoya's dream? Well- oh… what was that about?? Kyoya barely remembered anything from his dream, only… that girl. Kyoya had a sinking feeling he knew what that dream had been about. "I, uh, well I don't really remember," he lied to Tamaki, hoping the king would drop it.

“Aw, shame,” he smiled, taking a sip of lemonade through the straw, “dreams are very important, my mother used to say that they could show a window into the soul!” He beamed, unaware of how his words made Kyoya’s skin crawl… surely it’s just more of Tamaki’s nonsense, the dream was senseless imagery- nothing to dwell on… right?

He just nodded, “a real shame.” He and the hosts headed inside, finding their way to the living room. Yuuichi was letting them play his video games, so they all positioned themselves around the sofa as Tamaki and the twins grabbed the only three controllers. They were just playing some dumb racing game, Kyoya wasn’t really paying attention but it was fun to see the boys get so competitive. He just leant back and relaxed with his drink, picking the feathers from his trousers as he was watching them play.

But he couldn’t relax, he couldn’t stop thinking about his dream. He could only remember one thing; his reflection, that damned girl. Tamaki had said dreams were important but Kyoya didn’t really want it to be. He’d had the nagging feeling that something was wrong for a while now, he realised, it had only been amplified by Haruhi coming out. Kyoya remembered all the times he had worn a dress for a club theme, all of two times; the first had been when they dressed in drag for Tamaki’s dumb scheme to keep Haruhi, then the second time was when he dressed as the black queen for the wonderland theme- he remembered Tamaki helping him with the corset, he remembered the feeling of the skirt before the frame was put in- it was wonderful. Kyoya hated to think about how he’d looked in the mirror, with his hair extensions and his wonderful makeup, he had adored the way he’d looked, it had made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He had tried on the dress yesterday- the green one. It had made him feel the same way; that warm and almost glowing feeling- it had terrified him to his core.

He was half tempted to ask Haruhi to explain the gender thing again, but he knew that it wouldn’t help- it would just panic him further. Kyoya knew what the issue was, he’d known it for a while he thought- every time he wore something even remotely feminine, the way how heart swelled and he felt a strange sense of belonging; like everything about him was screaming out that yes, this was him, this was who he was supposed to be. Kyoya was terrified of what he wanted to be.

After a while, Kyoya got to relax a little, as Maddie had come to inform the hosts that dinner was ready. So they made their way to the dining room, where Yuuichi had made a large hotpot containing all the best foods. The hosts were very excited by this, sitting down and happily chattering amongst themselves, Yuuichi joined the talking, happily telling them how his work had been doing. Kyoya was quiet as his friends and his brother talked, he just quietly ate his food. The lovely sound of his friends enjoying themselves did serve to make Kyoya feel a lot better, so he shook the thoughts from his mind and let himself enjoy the time he got to spend with his friends.

The food was great, Kyoya always found food a good distraction from troublesome thoughts. He glanced up from his food to see Yuuichi and Tamaki getting along, oh that was good, Kyoya did feel glad that his big brother enjoyed the company of his crush- always a good sign. Tamaki was telling Yuuichi about some of the themes the club had done, Kyoya was utterly surprised by how approving Yuuichi was of most themes- only showing concern when Tamaki mentions the costumes that had the hosts shirtless, making sure they were all happy with it. Kyoya did think about that… he wasn’t sure if he liked being shirtless, he especially didn’t enjoy getting oggled over by the girls. He definitely preferred the themes that allowed him to wear shirts and- oh no, Tamaki had brought up the wonderland theme, and by extension; the dress Kyoya had worn.

Yuuichi had paused when Tamaki mentioned the dress, and the hair extensions, and the makeup. He’d looked at Kyoya with a strange look in his eyes, one that made Kyoya very anxious before turning back to smile at Tamaki, chuckling, “ah, I’m sure that was fun…” the way Yuuichi trailed off made Kyoya highly uncomfortable, he glanced away as the conversation continued. Kyoya felt like there was someone terribly wrong with him, and he couldn't help but feel as if Yuuichi knew.

After dinner, they had some lovely sponge cake, one that Yuuichi had made just that morning. It was nice, sitting there as his friends talked, it almost made him forget the horrible nagging feeling in his gut. Almost. Nevertheless, the company of his friends was comforting, letting Kyoya let his guard down even further. After that, Yuuichi bid them farewell, as he had work to do and retired to his office. The hosts made their way up back to Kyoya's room, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Kyoya breathed a sigh, shaking any dregs of worry from his mind, the hosts made everything better.

As they walked, Kyoya found himself beside Tamaki, the king smiling happily at him when he looked over. "This is a really nice place Kyoya! Are you having fun here?" Kyoya just nodded in response, looking around the corridor, Tamaki paused at his response, "well you seemed to have something on your mind recently, what's up, mon ami?"

Kyoya paused, not realising his crisis was so plain to see. He definitely didn't want to share his fears, he couldn't imagine how Tamaki might laugh- he hadn't laughed at Haruhi, but that's different… besides, it wasn't like Kyoya was experiencing the same thing he was, it was just a stupid thought. He sighed, shaking his head, "it's nothing Tamaki, don't worry."

"Are you sure..?"

He glanced away, damn Tamaki for being so caring, "stop it Tamaki, I'm fine, everything's fine." Tamaki clearly didn't believe him, but sighed, nodding slowly and walking in silence.

They sat around the room, both Tamaki and Kyoya sat on the bed, Tamaki was hugging the curtains as the twins talked about some sort of nonsense. They'd started on school gossip he thought, oh goodie, Kyoya was excellent at this. He pulled out the drive of information on his phone, joining the conversation quite happily. Finding some very interesting rumours about their clients as he did so.

It was so nice, just to let his guard down around his dear friends. Kyoya knew that a mere two years ago and he wouldn't dare even smile so genuinely, now he was open enough to chuckle. He loved them so dearly, he'd trust them with anything… wouldn't he? The doubt hit him like a little tap on his shoulder, creeping up into his spine as he shivered. No one noticed so he breathed a sigh of relief, laying back on the bed.

Madeline brought them some hot chocolate later on in the evening, it had cream and marshmallows, though Kyoya's had dark chocolate chunks, so he was happy. It was really good hot chocolate too, it instilled Kyoya with a sense of something unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Honey spoke up, smiling, "this is really good! Almost as good as how my maids make it!"

"You guys don't even make your own hot chocolate?" Haruhi was once again surprised by rich people things, bless his soul.

"Of course not, that's what maids are for," was Hikaru's rebuttal, rolling his eyes at the poor commoner.

Haruhi had mumbled something about rich people being morons but Kyoya didn't pay much mind to it, just staring up at the canopy over his bed, there were little silver stars embroidered on it, just over the canopy and not the curtains. He thought it looked really good, Kyoya wasn't one for novel things like that, he hated feeling like a wasteful child, but this was a really nice touch and Kyoya actually found it had helped him sleep the last two nights.

"They're very pretty," Tamaki seemed to read his mind, laying next to him. Kyoya felt his face heat up slightly as he glanced over at Tamaki; the boy was beautiful, he had perfect bone structure, a symmetrical face, large, bright eyes, he definitely used lipgloss- no one's lips are that soft and shiny naturally. Kyoya wondered if he should start wearing lipgloss, but that thought could wait. "Hm?"

"The stars," Tamaki clarified, he must think Kyoya hadn't understood, "they're very nice, who did them?"

"I'm not sure, one of the maids I assume?"

He nodded, "that makes sense, do you like them?"

"I do."

"Good," Tamaki smiled, he had such a lovely smile, "they remind me of you, in a way?"

Huh, that didn't make any sense, "how?"

Tamaki sighed lightly, glancing at Kyoya before returning his gaze to the stars, Kyoya did the same, "well they're not exactly golden, and a lot of people would prefer gold- those people are shallow. Silver is just as good as gold and is honestly a lot more versatile. Stars are underrated too, but in a different way; they can only be seen as little specks, pretty little fairy lights of the sky, but if you were to look closer you'd see how bright and unique and powerful they are. Stars aren't actually shaped like that either, those shapes are man made and man formed, I don't understand why they came up with that shape and I don't pretend to understand it, but I still think it's wonderful in every way." Tamaki was staring at him again, Kyoya noticed, there was something in the boy's eyes that resembled stars themselves- or at least what stars were seen to be. "I just think they're really cool, and they fit your room."

Kyoya had listened to the entire thing, taken aback by this, it sounded almost like something he would say to charm a guest, but this was different, something about this felt separate, more intimate- and Kyoya couldn't help but blush. He let out a breath, not sure what to say, or if he should even speak.

"What are you two talking about back there?" A voice, Kaoru's voice, called back from the sofa. Both boys sat up, Kyoya taking a few breaths to compose himself as Tamaki rolled his eyes.

"We were talking about how nice the bed is, why?"

The twins shared a knowing look, smiling mischievously, Kyoya knew they thought they knew something. He hoped they were right. As the others were distracted by Haruhi telling them stories about commoner things, Kyoya felt himself sink into the circle, the sense of safety and comradery comforting him. The crisis could be ignored for now, as long as he had his friends.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years ago

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Title: True Feelings

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Requested by @jesseswartzwelder. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for requesting ❤

Happy Reading Dollies.

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder.

"Jay bird, you have to drop that skank you're dating. She's a gold digging hoe". You told Jay as you stopped by the coffee shop.

"Why is it when I say something about the dudes you see you always bring it back to her"? Jay chuckled as he got his coffee and took a sip.

"Because I hate the bitch and the guys I see don't stick around long enough to use me like she's doing".

"So? You're just using them for sex"? He eyed you.

"Not all the time. I go out with these guys to have fun or just need some company after a long day".

"Then why not come to me? Your best friend since high school, the idiot that took you to prom, your partner in crime and the most charming person in the world".

"You're so full of yourself Halstead". You laughed walking out of the coffee shop and heading back to your car.

"I'm being serious. Why don't you come to me? I'm always here for you".

"I don't want to ruin our friendship".

Jay wasn't taking the whole friendship thing. "That's not it". He said as he got into the car.

"What do you want me to say"?

"Tell me the truth".

"Fine. I don't come to you because every time I talk to you, you talk about her. It makes my skin crawl knowing she's with you and I might've blew my chance with you".

"You know, I do not talk about her alot. She's hardly on my mind". Sarcasm was laced in Jay's voice.

"Wow, you are a one track mind". You shake your head as you started the car. Maybe Jay brushed off the part where you said you blew your chance, you thought. But he was screaming inside with excitement, knowing you felt the same way.

After finished your shift you headed home. All you wanted to do was take a shower and get all the grit and grime off you. Tragic for you there was no hot water.

"Just great. The night couldn't get any worse". You spoke to yourself as you looked in the mirror.

Not knowing what could be the problem you called Jay. Mr. Fix it, more like Mr. Breaks alot. He came right over and took a look. Of course he had to Google a couple things and call Al.

"I'll get another pipe in the morning. So for right now you don't have water".

"Okay. So I guess I'll go into work early and shower there".

"Or, you could come stay with me and sleep over. Take a long relaxing shower. I'll even make us dinner".

"Already ate".

"Then come take a shower and stay over".

"Okay. I'm doing this cause I really want a shower not because you're doing that puppy dog face". You sigh crossing your arms. Jay grinned widely.

After packing a few things you headed over to Jays place, he had been watching a game when you called. The tv was on and he had his snacks laid out on the table.

"So, um, you know where the clean towels are so make yourself at home". Jay said with awkwardness.

"Thanks for letting me stay".

"Yeah. No problem. That's what friends are for".

"I'm going to shower". You told him as he sat down in his chair in front of the TV.

You let out a sigh as the hot water hit you, it was such a good feeling after a hard day's work. You were enjoying it so much that you completely forgot that you were at Jay's house. Getting dressed pretty quickly in a t-shirt and a pair of bootyshorts that had CPD on the butt of them. You went into the living room to see Jay screaming at the TV. Apparently his team was losing.

"How was your shower"? Jay asked as he saw you standing in the hallway. He gulped as he got a good look at you.

"It was really great. Thanks, just what I needed".

"I'm glad". Jay licked his lips as you came to sit down beside him on the floor.

"So where exactly am I sleeping"?

"Oh, you can have the bed and I'll take the floor".

"No Jay, I'm not kicking you out of bed. We can just share it. Like old times". That really made Jay gulp, he remembered old times when he stayed at your house. He would crawl into bed with you and cuddle.

"Yeah, sounds great". Jay's nervous voice made you grin.

"Well, I'm beat so I'm going to head on and see you when you get there". You got up and kissed Jay's head telling him goodnight. Heading to his bedroom.

"Goodnight". He said before you closed the door. Jay fell back into his chair asking himself what has he gotten himself into?

After a hour or two Jay finally came to bed, you were snuggled into the bed sleeping. He tried his bed to not wake you and got in bed cuddling into your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You snuggled into his embrace with a smile.

Jay's mind was racing as he settled in, thinking about your conversation at the coffee shop and in the car. Replaying what you said and it hit him. He finally got what you had said. You liked him and you were afraid of losing him.

Jay tickled the crease of your neck with his nose, running his leg between your smooth legs. His knee grazed your clit and made you jump awake, your eyes grew big.

"Jay"? You went to say it as surprised but it came out more of a moan as he started circling his knee on your clit.

"I want you". Jay whispered in your ear. You started grinding your ass on his semi hard cock poking through his basketball shorts.

His hands traveled across your body, squeezing your breasts over your shirt. Snaking your hand between your bodies you rubbed him through his shorts. You could feel the wet spot where his precum was leaking out.

"Fuck". Gasping as Jay pinched your harden nipple between his fingers.

"You like that, don't you"? He purred in your ear. One hand on your breast and the other trying to take off your bootyshorts. He got them down to your knees and you started taking his off still pumping him.

"You're so wet". Jay ran his fingers threw your slit, gathering your juices and coating his tip. You guided him to your entrance and he slowly pushed in.

"Fuck me, you're tight". Jay growled as he started moving his hips. You bit your lip as he gain speed. Pounding into you deep and hard. Jay pulled you in closer so you could take all of him.

The sound of skin on skin and a wet slippery noise filled the room along with moans and grunts. Jay fucked you hard and you couldn't contain yourself. The first orgasm shook you as you clinched around Jay's cock. He threw his head back as you came. He was ready to burst but wanted you to come again with him.

"Fuck, I'm close". He squeezed his eyes shut trying to last a minute longer, thinking about baseball or football but nothing was helping as you started to grip him tighter. You were on the verge of another orgasm. Jay took his hand off your breast and snaked it down to your clit rubbing in circles bring you and him closer to your release.

"Come Jay". You moaned as your orgasm rocked you. Jay grunted and came squirting his warm seed inside you. Both of you were hot, sweaty and panting. Still tangled together.

"Oh god. Why did we wait so long to do that". He asked kissed your lips.

"We had different things going on and people that blinded us from the truth". You say kissed his arm.

"Now I think I'm just blinded with love for you cause I cant wait to do that again". He chuckled, slowly pulling out and laying on his back.

"I can't wait either but we still have things to talk about and you still have to break up with someone".

"That's taken care of. I broke up with her after our talk".

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay"?

"Im great. I just had the best sex in my life with a girl that I love. It couldn't get better than this".

"Well it could". You looked at Jay with a smirk.

"Tons of Chinese food and we're both calling out sick tomorrow".

"God, it's like you can read my mind".

"Then i should tell you that we are definitely doing that position when I get back". He laughed hopping out of bed and running to the living room grabbing the takeout menu and jumping back in bed with a kiss to your head. As you snuggled up together. You were finally friends, partners and now together forever.

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silverinia · 4 years ago

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I came for Baranski, I stayed for Baranski - a quick Christmas On The Square review someone* actually asked for

(* thank you, anon)

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional of any sorts when it comes to film and I'm not a journalist either. The last movie review I've written was probably for a school assignment in eighth grade. I didn't do research for this and I've watched the movie exactly one time, so this is just for fun.

It was a Sunday, Sunday the 22nd of November, nearing the end of the train wreck of a year that is 2020. I woke up on an air mattress around seven am, my head aching, my throat itching with pyrosis and light nausea, it was still dark outside behind the closed blinds in front of the windows, when I slowly realised where I was, one of my best girlfriends sleeping next to me in her bed. I had crashed at her place after a warm, fuzzy evening of mulled wine, tacky Christmas movies I would never watch alone (Christmas Chronicles and Holiday Calendar, which I quite honestly didn't enjoy at all, but the company made it fun anyway), doing our nails, wearing the fun kind of face masks for a change and smoking too many cigarettes, as the soft pain in my head informed me right now. She woke up an hour later and the morning went by with coffee and reheated pizza for breakfast, when we decided to watch another movie and I realised that it was THE Sunday I'd been waiting for through Zoom interviews and Dolly Parton twitter memes and the infamous wig gate that will be briefly discussed in the following, and so we clicked on the small icon in the Netflix menu that said "Christmas On The Square".

And oh boy, was it a ride.

To start off, I should mention that I have a hard time watching most modern day American Christmas movies, as I noticed quite vividly again when I watched the two aforementioned Netflix productions last night. The character development is always foreseeable to say the least, the plot lines are plain clichés hunting each other like they're the kids in The Hunger Games, and the writing is generally so bad that you can join the actors in reciting the entire scripts on your first watch. I watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas once a year while I'm gift wrapping and pause every fifteen minutes to shamelessly stare at forties Christine Baranski (I think we should all turn away from the birth of Jesus and instead count our years based on Christine Baranski's date of birth) in flamboyant nightgowns and short Christmas themed dresses, looking so fabulous that every interpreter of Santa Baby ever could only dream of it, I watch Love Actually at least five times a year to lust over Hugh Grant, cry with Emma Thompson and miss Alan Rickman, I enjoy Bridget Jones, which I would definitely consider a Christmas movie, and that's it. That's my yearly Christmas time entertainment routine and I can barely tolerate anything beyond, because I'm still traumatised from the time when I was around five years old and on a holiday family visit where had to sit through National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, the dumbest movie I have ever seen (my apologies if you like it but also, who hurt you?), with my cousins. I hated it. I hated every minute of it. And it scarred me for life.

But this was a Christine Baranski movie, I knew she was going to play the lead and so I was pretty much as excited about this as I could. And the fact that Dolly Parton wrote the whole thing didn't hurt either. As I said earlier to my friend I was watching it with, I have the pop cultural taste of a fifty year old gay man, a quality I am most proud of, and this simply ticked off all my boxes.

I expected something similar to a Mamma Mia experience that wouldn't cause me to crave packing my bags, give Covid the finger and run off to Greece. Light-hearted entertainment, easy to stomach, uplifting music and so little plot that the simplicity feels like a creative choice. That's what my pained, hungover brain knew it could cope with and that's not what I got.

The movie started and I was immediately in the zone. I saw Christine Baranski's name in the front credits (an experience that never fails to make me scream "Yass Queen" at the screen, regardless of where I am and who I'm with, as if I'm the sobering result that pops out of the package when you order Jonathan Van Ness on Wish), the setting was wonderfully corny (I grew up watching Gilmore Girls once a week, so give me warm fairy lights and a gazebo and I'm perfectly happy) and as my friend wondered whether Dolly Parton, in her exaggerated homeless attire that didn't make her look shabby at all, was green-screened into the setting because she stood out so much (which she was because the background dancers were dancing in slow motion, but to be fair, we were probably still a little too drunk to notice that from the start) and I told her I thought that it was just the natural glow someone who's Dolly Parton simply carries with them everywhere they go, I was happy. This was the movie I was prepared for. A movie in which the most problematic thing would be stereotypical characters and the wig they hid Christine's real, flawlessly handmade by God herself hair under.

And then, around five minutes in, Christine Baranski's childhood love interest was revealed as she pressed her perfect pointy nose against the window of his shop and sang about her unrequited love.

And suddenly, things started taking turns at a pace I was still way too sleep-deprived for.

Suddenly, in the middle of my general amazement at seeing Christine Baranski do literally anything and laughing loud at her impeccable comedic delivery, there were unresolved daddy issues, hanging prominently at the wall in her marvellously designed house (she literally says "Daddy" at one point and I couldn't help but think that only someone with her vocal skills could keep from making it sound cringe-worthily kinky). One moment, I was clutching my chest above my heart while she was bonding with little bartender Violet and munching on pretzels while downing some whiskey in that elegant way only Christine Baranski can bond with ten year olds who had it rough, eat pretzels and down whiskey, and the next she felt responsible for said girl's mother's death (which she kinda was too, but I'm not the boss of her). I was still busy making fun of how the very annoyingly, but when you're snacking on pizza with extra cheese at nine in the morning also highly funny, slow talking pastor's name was Christian, and suddenly there was a cancer scare.

It was a lot, a hasty sprint from major issue to major issue with a hint of comedic relief every now and then, and it didn't get any less until the very, rather poorly resolved, end.

The entire, constant up and down was followed by the movie's peak of suspense, the near death of precious Violet, something I couldn't even get too invested in because I was still so busy worrying about Christine's MRT results (I was truly fucking worried), not to mention that I hadn't even started to really process the sudden revelation of the love child and how it had affected her character's actions until this point. Was her constant tendency of pushing people away, as we've seen most clearly with her angel in training assistant who's name I cannot recall right now, the result of her broken trust in her father who practically ripped her son away from her after she had just given birth to him? Was it a result of her never getting the closure she needed with plaid flannel wearing Carl she was clearly still in love with? Maybe both? And what of the many issues was it that made her so incredibly shaken up when Violet blamed herself for her mother's death? Was it 'just' due to the fact that the closed pharmacy was on her, or was there more to it? Was it because she had grown up without a mother herself? Or did I miss a major piece of information because I was momentarily distracted, dumbfoundedly staring at Christine's very blue eyes? No time to ponder on that, little Silverinia, because here comes unconscious Violet in an ambulance, WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!

I'm not going to go in depth about what plot lines I thought were especially carelessly handled and why, real standouts were the sudden forgiveness towards her father who had still acted like a shitty asshole even though he might have had his reasons, because giving the baby up for adoption just wasn't his choice to make, and the fact that I kind of didn't buy how quickly Regina managed to forgive herself, especially for Violet's mother's passing, considering how deeply her tall, slim, dare I say angelic and entrancing figure was buried beneath the weight of all her issues. It felt rushed and incomplete, but that's as detailed as it gets because my major point is something else.

I think this movie made the great mistake of trying to be more than your average, flat, happy ending Christmas movie. I think no one involved thought it was possible to make it a big hit if the only real plot would've been great Dolly Parton music, fun ensemble dance choreographies, Christine Baranski's outstanding acting skills, fun settings and costumes and a redemption arch with as little plot as it could possibly take to make Christine likable to those who aren't already lost forever in the rabbit hole of being obsessed with her (poor fuckers, can't relate). They didn't notice that with the legends that were involved, they could've easily gone the Mamma Mia way. And I think that's why they tried to include heavier plot lines than most creators would've chosen, experiencing loss at an early age, struggling to find closure, dealing with sickness, teenage pregnancy, parents forcing their choices on their children when they affect their childrens' lives first, adoption, and the fear of losing your kid.

It was a lot and I don't want to say that it didn't work because my friend was crying, like, pretty hard and I questioned my entire existence all through the movie in not the worst way, and I did enjoy it a lot while watching. The "grief is love with nowhere to go" line was a real standout, for example, where the attempt of complexity DID work. It positively gave me fleabag season two, "I don't know what to do with it now, with all the love I have for her." - "I'll take it. It sounds lovely. You have to give it to me." feels, and that's about the biggest praise I can come up with. BUT (and this is written in capital letters because it's the big but) I'm also totally convinced that I wouldn't have enjoyed it if they hadn't cast Christine Baranski for the lead role. In my humble opinion, the hasty, not really at all resolved plot of this movie only worked because Christine Baranski is just a fantastic actress. She quirks a mocking eyebrow and you laugh. She parts her perfectly painted red lips and you immediately hang on them because you don't want to miss a single breath she, a literal goddess, graces us mere peasants of people with. She smiles and you're happy. She laughs and even while she's still laughing, you can't wait to hear her do it again. Her eyes fill with tears and you feel goosebumps on your arms, her voice slightly trembles, a breath hitches in her throat and you feel your heart shattering to pieces. As Chuck Lorre once said, this woman could read you the phone book and you would end up laughing tears because she just gets the job done. She knows what she's doing, she's an absolute pro in her game, and it doesn't matter, not even a little bit, what she's working with, because the work she eventually delivers with it is always at a minimum of 200%. I forced my friend to watch this movie with me because I adore this woman, and I felt for this movie because I felt for her. It wasn't the plot that sadly brutally overestimated itself, it wasn't the songs that I obviously enjoyed, nor the comedic elements that truly made me laugh a lot, it was all her. I came for Baranski, and I stayed for Baranski. This woman can do anything. She can even look graceful in a terrible wig job.

(side note / unpopular opinion: I actually didn't think the wig was all too bad. It wasn't good, actually far from good, but for me, nothing can match the awful wig game of Mamma Mia 2. I loathed that wig, I absolutely cannot stand it. So this didn't feel all that terrible. It definitely wasn't the most problematic part about the movie.)

I enjoyed watching this. It was a nice distraction from all the bullshit in the world. Watching it today was the first thing this year that actually brought me something close to excitement about the holiday season, even though everything will be very different and probably not quite as jolly this year. But it just gave me good vibes and as someone who did not watch this as a film reviewer, that's the biggest part of what leads me to enjoy a movie.

Will I watch this again? For sure. Will I enjoy it when I'm not hungover, having freshly done nails and munching delicious pizza for breakfast? Probably not as much, but it'll still have Christine Baranski in it. Would I recommend watching this? If you share my obsession with Queen B, one hundo. If you don't, probably not.

#Christine Baranski #Christmas On The Square #dolly parton #shitty movie reviews by yours truly

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