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thevegandarkelf · 3 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Six

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Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, alcohol consumption (nothing excessive but maybe they get a little tipsy), brief mention of blood/medical stuff, joking about getting someone drunk

Word count: 2.6k

For the most part, the ride back was silent. I stared out the window, overthinking about everything I had said to Daryl over and over again. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but the silence was comfortable this time. Just before we got back, he finally spoke up.

“Why do ya go by Vector?”

“Hmm?” His lovely voice pulled me from my dissociation.

“Ya name. Why do ya go by Vector?”

I thought for a moment about what to say. No one had ever asked me why I never went by my first name. It was still a rather sore subject, not gonna lie, but I didn’t want to shut him down from conversation now that he was seemingly starting to open up. I thought of what to say as I went.

“Well…Vector is who I am now. I’ve, uh…had to do some things that past me can’t handle. Thus, Vector was born.” I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing “Me before used to sing in the shower, wear sundresses, dance in the street, pick flowers on walks, smile with my teeth out…shit like that. Haven’t done any of that in God knows how long.”

We pulled around to the front gate, and Daryl made some kind of signal out his window to indicate it was us. He parked around the front, where the car was before, and jumped out and around to the back. I followed suit, him saying something about going out hunting with one of the other guys shortly.

“Hey Daryl?” He set the boxes that he had grabbed down and turned his gaze to meet mine. I gave him a soft smile. “Thanks for asking. No one’s ever bothered to ask me about that before.” He simply nodded and went back to what he was doing. I heard footsteps running up behind me, so I turned to see Maggie practically running into me.

“Eric’s looking for you,” she said. The tone in her voice didn’t indicate there was any kind of urgency, but given that someone was looking for the doctor, and that this person was the partner of the person who likely needed medical attention most, I had reason to be concerned.

I turned to Daryl. ”Do you want help before I go?”

“Nah,” he scoffed, using his hand to make a “shoo, go away” motion, “go on, doc.” I turned and walked off with Maggie in the direction of Eric and Aaron’s place.

“Hey, Rosita and I are getting together tonight. Michonne’s got Judith duty, so we’re gonna keep her company. You should come.” Excitement built up in my chest at the thought of possibly having a group of girlfriends again. "We’re gonna chat, get wine-drunk, maybe talk a little too intimately about our gentleman callers. It’ll be fun.”

“That sounds awesome. Yeah, I’ll for sure be there,” I replied, “and uh, Maggie…thank you again. For everything you’ve done for me since I got here.” I stopped her and gave her a hug. “You’re a good friend.”

“It’s not a problem, really. Us gals gotta stick together, right?”

“Damn straight. Wait, I have something to show you.” I dropped my bag to the ground and dug into it, pulling out the two small boxes of tampons I managed to find. "Look what the hell I found!” She grabbed the boxes from me, flipping them around until she realized what they were.

“Damn, this stuff’s like gold around here,” Maggie laughed.

“That’s what I said,” I replied, chuckling and taking the boxes back from her, shoving them back into my bag.

“Anyway, Rosita and I will stop and get you on our way to Michonne and Rick’s.” I smiled in response, and she walked off, myself continuing over to Eric and Aaron’s. Eric was sitting on the steps of their front porch, reading a novel of some sort.

“You were looking for me?” I asked him. He tilted his head up from his book and practically leaped up when he saw me. I was impressed with the speed at which he brought himself to his feet.

“Aaron said he needed to see you when you got back,” Eric explained, opening the door for me and letting me in in front of him, “he didn’t say why.” I unzipped my boots and kicked them off, leaving them by the front door. He sounded worried, as any partner would.

“Well, hopefully, it’s not too bad then,” I reassured, “you wait here, and I’ll come get you if he asks. Y’know, doctor-patient confidentiality and whatnot.” He nodded and stepped back out onto the porch, closing the door behind him. I tried to remember what sorts of medications I grabbed on my run, in case I needed to access them quickly.

I knocked softly on the door and announced myself before entering. “Hey Aaron, it’s Vector.” I stepped in, and he was laying in the same spot on the bed I’d left him in. I didn’t immediately notice and bleeding from his leg, no discoloration in his face or arms, no rashes I could see, and he wasn’t making any kind of face to indicate that he was in immense pain. In fact, he was smirking. “You needed me?” He giggled and gestured for me to sit down on the floor next to him.

“Nah, I just wanted to know how your run with Daryl went.” I felt my eyes rolling so hard, I could practically see the inside of my skull. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“Dude,” I huffed, “you cannot scare me like that. And Eric. He was really concerned something was wrong.”

“Yeah, not my best move. But you said not to tell anyone. How else was I supposed to get you here?”

“Oh, I don’t know, ask,” I sassed, “but anyway, do you want to know or not?” He nodded, and I plopped myself down cross-legged on the floor next to the bed.

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I spent probably half an hour with Aaron, explaining how the run went and me overthinking and over-analyzing every single little thing that both of us said and did. Afterwards, I went and reassured Eric that everything was fine without giving away any info about Aaron having lied to get me there.

I came back to an empty house, so I figured Daryl was out hunting. Not knowing how long I’d have to myself, I took the time to do some cleaning up. It wasn’t terrible in there, but to sum it up nicely, you could tell a man lived there alone until yesterday. I had to borrow cleaning supplies from Carol after not being able to find any around the house.

“I’m glad you’re here. Someone’s gotta keep that place clean,” she joked.

I had retrieved some produce and herbs from the garden, which felt like such a treat. Being able to pick fresh produce after so long was like a dream. I used them to make soup for dinner, which I made a larger batch of to leave some for Daryl. I knew I wasn’t obligated to cook for both of us, but I enjoyed making food for other people. While it cooled, I took a quick shower, as I didn’t have to wash my hair this time, and changed into a workout set I had brought with me, consisting of a pair of black spandex shorts and a black sports bra that was more built like a crop top. To kill time until my new friends came, I sat down next to the window in my room and opened it up to allow the breeze in.

I folded my arms and rested them on the windowsill, resting my chin on them. I could see some of the other residents of Alexandria, whom I didn’t know very well, and Carol working out in the garden. The sun was going to start going down soon, and I wondered if Daryl was going to be back before it got dark. Sure, he was a strong guy, and he could clearly take care of himself, but I felt more comfortable knowing he was safe inside the walls.

A bright little butterfly came over and joined me, fluttering around my head. I slowly put my hand out, sticking my index finger out on the off chance that they would land on me. Surprisingly, and lucky for me, they gracefully landed on the padding of my finger.

“Hi my sweet,” I whispered as to not scare them. As a kid, I had a fascination with butterflies, moths, any pollinators really. When my mom wasn’t being the best family law attorney around, she was in her garden, tending to her flowers. She made sure to teach my siblings and me the importance of the local pollinators. Butterflies, bees, hummingbirds…they all made me think of her. “Aren’t you just the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen?”

They stood on my finger for a bit, sometimes adjusting their footing and flapping their wings softly, as if to show off their bright hues. All I could think about was how much my mom would love this. She’d be gushing quietly, tiptoeing over to retrieve her phone to snap a picture.

I had an idea, and I slowly began to lift my hand toward my face. I closed my eyes as to not intimidate them with my large peepers and brought my finger to the tip of my nose. I felt their little legs moving around, and they made their way onto my nose. I smiled, keeping it small so I didn’t hit their wings with my cheeks. They continued moving their wings occasionally, and I did feel them tickle my face a couple of times, which made me giggle softly.

I felt them turn their body around to face back out the window. I lifted my index finger back to my nose, and they scuttled back across to it. “Thank you, sweetheart.” I gently put my hand out the window, and with that, they gave a few more beats of their wings before flying away. If I believed differently, I would’ve thought that was my mother coming to greet me. But I didn’t believe in any of that stuff.

I sat there for a few moments, watching them fly away off toward the community garden. I hoped they would grace the other residents with their presence as they had graced mine. I shifted myself around to get up, and I saw Daryl leaning in the door frame, arms crossed, watching me. I almost had a heart attack from being startled.

“Jesus Christ!” I yelped, falling back onto the window, “how long have you been standing there? You scared the shit out of me. I didn’t even hear you come in.” He didn’t acknowledge my question, or anything else I said, in his response.

“Maggie ’n Rosita are here for ya.”

“Oh, sick.” I got up and slid past him, our arms brushing as I went by. That moment felt like forever, the moment that my skin met his, and it gave me goosebumps and nearly had me tongue-tied as I tried to talk. “I, uh, made dinner. It shouldn’t be scalding now. You’re welcome to whatever you want of it.” He looked like he wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Thanks,” was all he said. He kept his position in the door frame, arms still crossed. I scurried down the stairs to my boots and quickly put them on, opening the door to see my friends. I turned back to Daryl.

“See ya later.” I gave him a smile before closing the door and following Maggie and Rosita. They were looking at each other, the looks on their faces communicating things they weren’t saying out loud.

Michonne answered the door with Judith in her arms, and she seemed excited to have the company. Her face was beaming. I figured this was something these three did often, got together and just had girl time. I hadn’t had girl time in years.

“What are Rick and Carl up to tonight?” I asked, propping myself up on one of the bar stools next to Michonne. Judith was giggling and babbling, looking around at the rest of us with the fascination only babies possessed.

“I don’t know, father and son target practice or some shit,” Michonne explained, “said Glenn and some of the other guys were gonna join.”

“I’m gonna pour myself a glass,” Rosita said, walking into the kitchen, “rest of you want one?” Michonne and Maggie giggled and nodded. “Vector?” I fidgeted a little in my seat.

“I don’t know. I don’t think Alexandria’s only medical professional should be drinking. Plus, I’m a bit of a lightweight.”

“Oh come on, this is what we’re here for,” Maggie exclaimed, “to drink a little too much and act like everything hasn’t gone to shit.”

“You’re here now. It’s safe. You can relax a little bit,” Michonne assured.

“Ok, but just one,” I replied, “If I drink too much, I’ll start saying things I don’t wanna.” The three exchanged glances and smirked.

“We’re gettin’ her drunk, right?” Michonne said to them, smiling.

“Oh yeah,” Rosita laughed, followed by Maggie’s “absolutely.” I rolled my eyes and accepted the glass Rosita held out to me. I wasn’t much of a red wine drinker, but with how much of a lightweight I was, wine was the safest option.

The evening turned into a gossip session. They asked me a lot of questions about my life before this, and I theirs, and what got me interested in being a doctor. I got to hear way too many details about the sex lives of Maggie & Glenn and Rick & Michonne. Maggie made a comment about something Glenn liked, and I nearly spat my drink out.

“I’m going to try to forget about that,” I laughed.

Minutes turned into hours, and I was eventually two glasses deep, despite my initial protest of only one. Michonne attempted to hand me a third. I was already tipsy, but like Michonne said, I could relax a little bit. I would start being a serious community member tomorrow.

“What about you, Vector? How are you getting on with everyone?”

“Everyone here’s been wonderful. Y’all are so kind. I can tell that people here really care about each other. Thanks again for letting me stay,” I said, holding my glass up as if I was giving a toast.

“Anyone here particularly wonderful?” Maggie asked, chuckling. I bit my bottom lip. I knew what she was asking, but I hoped feigning ignorance would change the subject.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there anyone you’re interested in…romantically or otherwise?” I couldn’t say I didn’t try.

“Well, seeing how many of the men here are taken, the options are limited.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She eyed me as I took another sip of my wine. "If we guess it right, will you tell us?” I swirled the drink in my hand, my heart rate picking up as my anxiety spiked.

“Again, the options are limited, you’d eventually get it right, so I guess yeah, go for it.” They squealed like a group of girls in high school and started naming off the male residents, all of which I either said no or shook my head to.

“Does that just leave Daryl? No…is it Daryl?” Michonne asked. I could feel myself starting to turn red, and their faces began to light up at the realization that they had got it right. I averted my gaze from the group. They were squealing like a bunch of high-school girls. Rosita practically jumped out of her chair.

“You’re blushing so hard right now!” she yelled, pointing at me.

“I have got to figure out how to stop doing that,” I mumbled to myself.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #eventual romance #slow romance #slow burn #twd universe #the walking dead

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Sweater Weather (Damian Wayne x Reader)

words: 1.4k

req from a lovely anon: “Could maybe please write a songfic for Damian and the reader? The song being Sweater Weather? It could be sfw or nsfw, whatever you're comfortable with. However, if you're not comfortable with this request, that's ok! I LOVE your writing and respect you as the author. Anywayssss, have a great day! 💞💞”

hi love!!! thank you for the req! i’m not very practiced at songfics but i tried and i stole all the inspiration for this story from my real life eheheh so here’s some insight to my messy love life lmao. also! for my songfics at least i don’t include lyrics because for me they pull me out of the story but if you know the song you’ll notice a lot of dialogue/descriptions are pulled straight from the song hehe! i hope you enjoy!

“I’ve got the taser, kick them in the balls if they try me, and scream” you repeated in your head as you made your way down the streets of Gotham, was it quite late to be going out for a bite to eat? Yes. But you’d been studying and felt that a midnight snack was well deserved.

Bag of food in hand you were headed back, taking a familiar shortcut you used to get to downtown all the time. Unfortunately, you failed to remember that the alleyway on fifth was never safe after sunset, but your mind auto-piloted you that way and now you were about 85% sure you were about to have to beat some ass to defend your food in a few minutes.

“C’mere princess gimme a smile” a deep voice slurred as you continued past, other deep growls of agreement and hoots echoed around the alley. “C’mon babe I don’t see anyone with ya! pretty gal like you’z should be snatched up” you cringed at his wording hoping there was no double meaning as you hurried past. “Tt, she’s with me” a voice hissed as a cloaked vigilante dropped in front of you. “Hey Rob” you smiled sheepishly, knowing he had probably been watching you for a couple minutes. “Y/n, come, let’s go” Damian’s slightly fake Robin voice always made you roll your eyes but you knew there was no chance in hell he was letting you walk away, so you let him loop his left hand around your waist and pull you out of the alleyway towards your favorite rooftop.

Before your feet touched the rooftop you were getting lectured. “Y/n you know I’m a call away when you want to go out like this! It’s not safe here you know this!” you looked at him with a bored expression. “Dames I’m not a baby plus you trained the crap out of me I could’ve easily protected myself and you know it. So why the heroism tonight?” you asked, cocking your head to the side while Damian did his favorite move besides pulling out a sword: changing the subject. “It’s too cold, look, you’re shivering. Here.” he grumbled, pulling off his cloak and draping it around your neck as you clasped it, grateful for the warmth but angered from the lack of answers.

You didn’t need to bug him, just give him a knowing look and he was soon sitting with you on the rooftop staring out at the skyline. And you just sat like that, in silence, for a little bit. Not that you minded- there wasn’t much for you to say while Damian clearly was deep in his own thoughts.

“I wanted to save you” he broke the silence. You turned to him, “you’ve been saving me since we were kids man it just hasn’t been a recent thing. What aren’t you saying?” you cut off your thought to see if he’d give you more.

“Trust my y/n there’s nothing I wouldn’t want to tell you about” his whispered before standing up with his grappling hook. “You don’t want your food to get cold” he mumbled as you silently agreed, moving to take off the cloak. “It’ll be cold, leave it on” were the last words before he whisked you home, helping you sneak through your window like always. “Bye Dami” you whispered, meeting his domino mask covered eyes that just stared at you for a couple seconds, but with a little nod he was off.

With a stretch you decided to leave the cloak on, it was surprisingly warm and you didn’t want to lose it as it was probably quite expensive. You got out your food, just a couple bites in when you heard a knock on your window. Getting up was Damian, this time without his mask on, sat with unreadable eyes that were searching frantically until they met yours.

Sliding the window open you stepped back to let him in when he pulled you out of the window and onto the roof of your home. With a small yelp you stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

Damian took a deep breath. “I didn’t finish answering your question” he said gruffly as you cocked your head to the side. “Okay?" you replied.

“I wanted to save you,” his eyes cast down and his tone quieted as he said “because I couldn’t imagine my life without you y/n” You felt your chest tighten, all the nights you spent wondering if Damian would ever feel the same way you did, the nights you spent writing Y/n Wayne on papers then erasing it with a giggle, and all the moments where you considered how difficult it would be to go from best friends to something else- all started flooding to the front of your brain. “Play it cool y/n” you chided.

“Aw Dames you know I couldn’t either!” you nodded, giving him a soft smile which got wiped off your face when he shook his head. “No, not like that- god I am so bad at explaining this” he groaned, looking like he was going to give up. But he continued, “what I want is different, different from what we’ve got. I want a future, a person who wants me, a love, I want love.” his voice was strained as he paused to look at you.

“You want those, with me?” you gulped.

He nodded. “Yeah, i-is that bad?” you could tell he was holding his breath.

“Not bad, definitely the opposite. Good, very very good” you mumbled, watching his eyes fall down to your lips.

“So if that’s what I want, what do you want?” he whispered, toying with the material of his cloak that you were still wearing.

“I want you Dami” his eyes snapped to yours, like he was processing everything hitting him all at once.

His hands had made it higher up the cloak now, and you felt him tentatively tug you forward, his eyes meeting yours one last time to confirm that everything he’d been dreaming about for months was really about to happen.

And then he kissed you.

It was soft, and tentative, and careful. But it was also warm and overflowing with love. His hands moved to cup your cheek while you linked your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

Pulling apart Damian’s lips were upturned into the tiniest smile, but it said more than a million words to you.

“So you gonna ask me out orrrrrr” you teased with a wink while Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, was the moonlit kiss not good enough for you ms. l/n” he scrunched his nose while you laughed. “No I just wish I could’ve filmed your whole ‘I want love’ speech. It was very un-“i-was-trained-as-a-baby-assassin-with-no-emotions” of you! I’m quite proud wanna give it another go so I can show Bruce?” you laughed as Damian glared at you. “Don’t make me resend my offer, I could change my want’s at anytime you know” he said very matter-of-factly while you couldn’t help but snort.

“Puh-leez you’d give the speech again if it meant you could steal another kiss” you tapped his chest knowingly when his hand shot out to grab yours. He laced his fingers in between yours saying, “from my knowledge you were the one of said you wanted me, and since I’m yours and you’re mine, I pretty much get a kiss whenever I want, it’s hardly stealing” he finished by pulling your lips onto his as he smirked into the kiss. “Hm whatever you say lovebird”

“You cannot call me that”

“I’m pretty sure I get to call you whatever I want lover boy”

“Absolutely not”

“Love bird, lover boy, softie, cutie, baby bird, wow there’s like infinite nicknames here” you gasped with laughter.

“What have I gotten myself into” he chuckled as you grinned, diving in for a quick peck before you decided it was enough loving for one night, the cloak was warm but it was nothing compared to the sweater you’d stolen from Dami a couple weeks past. You’d been outside more tonight than in the last month and desperately needed something to warm you up. It was finally sweater weather after all.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne fluff #damain wayne fanfic #batboys #batfam #bruce wayne #batboys x reader #batfam x reader #dc fluff #dc fanfic

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ffakc · 4 years ago

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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.

Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.

“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.

“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.

“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.

“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.

“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.

“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”

“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.

“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.

“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”

“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.

“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”

“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.

“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero...”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.

“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.

“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.

“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”

“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.

“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”

“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.

“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.

“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.

“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.

“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.

“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.

“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.

“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.

*Jeff’s POV*

“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.

“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.

“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.

“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.

“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”

“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.

“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”

“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.

“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.

“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”

“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”

***

“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.

“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.

“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the

“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.

“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, baby gal.”

***

Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.

“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.

“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.

“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.

“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.

“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.

“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.

“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”

“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.

“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.

“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”

I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.

“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”

“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”

“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.

“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.

“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.

“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.

“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.

“You know me so well!”

“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.

“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.

“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.

“Wedding plans?”

“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.

“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”

“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren��t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.

“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”

“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”

“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.

“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”

“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”

“I love you too.”

We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.

***

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.

“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.

“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.

“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”

“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years ago

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A Tradition

For @thefanficfaerie‘s OTP Challenge (2020) Words: 723 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: Winter Wonderland: Day 4 - A Tradition Summary: Reader & Steve are making paper chain garland to decorate with, a tradition she used to do with her brother and sister when she was younger. Being away from the family this year has been hard. Steve thinks he knows of one way he can help his best gal still see her family close.

“Now this is a Christmas tradition I know something about.” Steve informed you confidently. The two of you were sitting on the couch in your living room. You were cutting strips of colored paper and looping them through one another to form paper chains. “Buck and I used to make these every year.” He told you as he squeezed a dab of white glue onto one of his paper strips. “We used to have a competition to see who could make the longest one.”

“Well, I know how competitive you can be. I assume you always won?” You guessed. You reached for the scissors and began cutting more paper strips.

“It was probably about half and half.” Steve confessed. “But honestly we always got distracted by something else before a winner was declared.”

“My brother and I used to make these.” You told him. “My sister too, but she didn’t like crafts much. She’d stay for maybe twenty minutes. Just long enough to cut one sheet of paper and glue maybe five or six links before she’d sneak away to play with the cat or do something else. It’s doing little things with them like this that I miss the most. It’s not really the same as an adult.” You sighed. “Though I guess nothing is the same this year.”

“I’m going to make another coffee. Do you want one?” Steve asked picking up his coffee cup.

“No thanks.” You shook your head. Steve disappeared for a while. Longer than a cup of coffee took to make. You didn’t notice because you were occupied with your craft project. When Steve did return, he was holding an iPad and talking to it. “Do you need help with that thing?”

“No, no. I got it.” Steve promised. “It did take me a minute to figure out but…” Steve placed the iPad down on the coffee table. You looked down to see your brother & your sister’s faces looking back at you.

“Hey sis!” Your sister waved excitedly from her half of the screen.

“Steve says you’re making paper chains, like when we were kids?” You brother asked. He tilted the camera on his phone so that you could see his own two kids sitting on the floor of their living room making paper chains. “Great minds think alike, right?” Your brother laughed.

“No way!” Your sister exclaimed. “I made some too, but I did mine last week.” She tilted her head slight and pointed to the background where you could see a small chain of silver and gold hanging across a bookcase in her bedroom. “Oh, I miss doing those with you guys so much!”

“I miss you guys too!” You blinked, fighting back the happy tears that were threating to spill out. It wasn’t just that you were happy to see and talk with your siblings, though that was important to you too. It was also a comfort to know that they were carrying on small family traditions in their own homes. It felt like you had a small part of each other represented in your houses despite the physical distance away.

You chatted with your brother and sister for an hour or so. They talked about how they’d been since you talked last. Your niece showed you some drawings she made, and your nephew told you about how much he liked doing school at home. Eventually the call had to come to an end as your sister had grocery shopping to do and your brother had to take his kids to pick out a tree. But you promised to talk again soon before ending the call.

“Thank you.” Was the first thing you said to Steve. “I didn’t know how much I needed that. It helped, talking to them.”

“I know we’re trying to do an old-fashioned Christmas,” Steve said, “But I recognize that technology has it’s benefits too. Just because you and your family can’t physically be together this year, doesn’t mean we can’t all come together to celebrate.”

“I’m genuinely impressed that you knew how to do a three-way Facetime call.” You smiled at him proudly.

“Oh I had no idea.” Steve confessed. “I texted Tony for step-by-step instructions. That’s why it took me so long to make a coffee.”

“Well, the grand gesture is noted just the same.” You insisted.

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amwritesitall · 5 years ago

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Sally McKenna Playlist

Masterlist

I listen to this playlist so much it’s just ahh. As of the time I’m writing this, this bad boy is almost exactly 3 and a half hours long

Occasional little blurbs under the songs that are... interesting

Playlist link

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?" Well, are you mine?

How could I not put some Arctic Monkeys for Sally. They scream Sally vibes.

“The Cult of Dionysus” by The Orion Experience

I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

At first this song might seem a little weird, but it is quite the banger once you get into it

“I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Want To Die” by Waterparks

I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore And I think that's pretty cool I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey But I think it's fine, it's cool

This song is such a mood I can’t even.

“summer depression” by girl in red

Pretty face with pretty bad dreams No one knows i cry in my sleep Waking up feeling like shit It's a normal thing to feel like this

I don't care I'm feeling down I wanna stay home Never go outside Summer depression comes every year I just want to disappear

Do you listen to girl in red because I sure do

“OK” by Wallows

I'm getting too close You say you love me most It's hard to trust it even though I want to Need to get this shit out of my head Before I flip this on myself instead

I’m in an unofficial girl band called Sugar Tits and this is one of the songs we’re going to cover. I feel like Sally would appreciate this.

“505″ by Arctic Monkeys

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked

This song SCREAMS Sally and I stand by that

“Gold Dust Woman - 2004 Remaster” by Fleetwood Mac

Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love And is it over now do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home.

I can’t not put a Fleetwood Mac song

“Dontmakemefallinlove” by Cuco

I don't think I'm meant to be with you I don't wanna make you sad All the time just feeling bad Girl, don't make me fall in love with you I don't think I'm right for you I'm just disappointing you

Angsty Sally not feeling good enough

“Prom Queen” by Beach Bunny

Teach me how to be okay I don't want to downplay my emotions They say beauty is pain You'll only be happy If you look a certain way

Sally vibes, man

“3 Nights” by Dominic Fike

Three nights at the motel Under streetlights In the city of palms Call me what you want, when you want, if you want And you can call me names if you call me up

Hotel Cortez love affair with our girl Sally

“Marlboro Nights” by Lonely God

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow I can't study Thinking about you And you know I always do I don't wanna go to sleep tonight when I can stay up Thinking about you And you know I always do

This is teen Sally and it is not up for debate

“Paper Thin Hotel” by Matt Maltese

I listened to your kisses at the door I never heard the world so clear before You ran your bath and you began to sing I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing I stood there with my ear against the wall I was not seized by jealousy at all In fact a burden lifted from my soul I learned that love was out of my control

A lot of these songs I have cried to and thinking about angsty Sally makes it even harder not to cry. Picture poor Sally being trapped in the Cortez and having to witness someone she love be with another person. How can you not be sad thinking about that?

“Lonely Eyes” by The Front Bottoms

You've got me stuck to where I'm sittin' Lookin' at your eyes And I know I'm so pathetic I wouldn't move to save my life And they tell me that you're lonely It's no surprise When you walk around all day wearing those Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Lonely bb

“me & ur ghost” by blackbear

I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost And this cripplin' depression I thought I learned my lesson But, I threw out my phone And I burned all your clothes And now I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost

You could take this literally or metaphorically. I’d argue that it works either way.

“Cigarettes On Patios” by BabyJake

I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwing money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up Bet my night on love Here we go again

This song is extremely repetitive, but the vibe fits.

“Sex n’ Drugs” by Abhi The Nomad

Born faceless Please save me My soul's tainted It's how I've been born I've worn patience Please save me I'm more tasteful than ever before

Sally’s theme song and overall lifestyle

“Foreplay” by Jalen Santoy

First they tell you that they love you Then they ask where you coming from Like you the only one feeling how you feeling Then you lie just to make it sound appealing

I love you The things that cross my mind while I'm by myself I hate you These things go through my mind while I'm by myself I fuck you These things run through my mind while I'm by myself Well fuck you It's always on my mind, think I need some help

Find me vibin’ to this. Sally dealing with fake ass bitches.

“hot girl bummer” by blackbear

Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too I'm through, I'm through, I'm through This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum

Hot girl summer Sally

“1 SIDED LOVE” by blackbear

You're too busy talking over me to hear what I'm saying You're too high to realize I see Through the smile that you're faking You're so into yourself Everyone else is overrated And everything's changing Is your heart worth breaking?

I could cry to this. Actually now that I think about it, I have cried to this and Sally would too.

“Easier” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go? I don't wanna know, oh But I know that I'm never, ever gonna change And you know you don't want it any other way

An angry vibe

“Wrong” by Ally Hills

I can't keep on living with a delicate mind If I make a coffee, can we act like we're fine? When we were tangled in the sheets And waking up in our bed 'Cause now you strangle me in my sleep And I wake up with you in my head

Oh oh Oh oh I thought you loved me

A sad post break up vibe

“Space” by Ally Hills

You don't even care that my clothes aren't there. You needed the hanger space. You don't even mind 'cause you don't waste time Filling in all the blanks.

I wish you were sad for a day so you would know how it tastes to be lonely I wish you would stay in for a night to see what it's like fading slowly

Another sad post break up vibe

“Liability” by Lorde

Baby really hurt me Crying in the taxi He don't wanna know me Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm Says it was poison So I guess I'll go home Into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven't screwed up She's so hard to please But she's a forest fire

Ok, but try to listen to this song while sad and not cry??? I could cry to this even if I’m not sad. It just comes on and I’m like “yeah bitch I am a liability.”

“All Girls Are The Same” by Juice WRLD

Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes To break my heart, oh no she didn't Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow Fuck givin', I'ma take not borrow And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind I know I been trippin', I'm still wasting my time All the time given, am I dyin? Am I livin'? It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin'

Heartbroken gal

“The Louvre” by Lorde

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough I overthink your p-punctuation use Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do

A rush at the beginning I get caught up, just for a minute But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest

CRASHING INTO LOVE WITH RECKLESS SALLY

“Writer In The Dark” by Lorde

Break the news, you're walking out To be a good man for someone else Sorry, I was never good like you Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

Angsty song writer Sally

“Sims” by Lauv

I wish that you and I lived in the Sims We could build a house and plant some flowers and have kids But we're both at some trashy Halloween party downtown And I'll probably never see you again I wish that we lived on a VHS I'd erase the things I said and that I'll probably say again Hit rewind on all the times I got lost in my head But I guess I'll never see you again I'll probably never see you again

Ok hang with me for a second here. Sally leaving the Cortez in her one night of freedom. She meets someone at a Halloween party and they hit it off, but she doesn’t think to get her contact information or anything, so she spends the next year thinking of seeing the mysterious girl again.

“Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees

It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mamas always gotta back track When everybody talks back

Sally can take me to her love shack anytime

“prom dress” by mxmtoon

I can't help the fact I like to be alone It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know I tend to handle things usually by myself And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest

The last line screams teenage Sally, but also Sally now too?

“i hope your whole life sux” by blackbear

The truth yeah, is I've been up for days on cocaine The truth is I've been up for days tryin' not to think about you I hope that I'm the reason that you can't sleep I hope that your whole life sucks without me The truth is I've been up for days thinkin' 'bout you

Unhealthy coping mechanisms from our favorite druggie

Please don’t do cocaine. Cocaine ruin yo brain.

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold Can't look away, can't look away Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed Don't know if you love me or you want me dead Push me away, push me away Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay

Spicy Sally

“Fuck Up” by Tana Mongeau

'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And all these voices in my head won't shut the fuck up 'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And it's 5 p.m. and I just woke the fuck up

This song is me, but also Sally.

“hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone” by blackbear

I'm in need of moderation Nah, I need a fucking break 'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight To spell your first and last name

And it's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone What a wonderful tone To bring you back home

I don’t even do cocaine, but this shit strikes something within me

“Idfc” by blackbear

Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake 'Cause I don't fucking care, at all

Just tell Sally you love her

“Weekend” by Club House

I know you always say that you're alright But then you want to talk on the low And if you wanna a break, baby we can Hit the rooftop all alone Let me make you smile, baby all night Fuck around maybe get stoned You know that we can do it every weekend But you just wanna talk on the low

Care free loving with Sally

“Supplier!” by Crisaunt

Baby girl All of this fighting got me tired All this love that you desire All this effort you require I cannot be your supplier

I’m pretty sure I put this on here for vibes

“Model Student” by Grady

Growing up, i got used to laughs Suddenly JanSport really had my back I came into the world an outcast I didn´t dress the same I didn´t act the same But the popular kids Peaked around 17 And the only peaking i did Was looking for a fuck to give

Sally doesn’t give a fuck

“Life Inside” by Verzache

My life inside Wish I could get out and go ride a bike Head in the wind, and know what it's like And wear my ones like we did all the time Please, don't remind me 'bout my life inside I waste on my phone, sleep most the time Wake up to texts from girls I used to like Try not to text back, the light hurts my eyes Smoke 'til I'm knocked out

Trapped in Hotel Cortez Sally

“Haunt You” by Social House

Better off this way but I want you, want you, want you Sometimes I just wanna fucking Call you, call you, call you Never thought something beautiful could Haunt you, haunt you, haunt you

Shout out to @make--your--life--spectacular for telling me about this song because it is really good and fits Sally’s vibes

“if i could i would feel nothing” by blackbear

Underneath it all the truth is that I Really feel like shit I'm so sick of being tired I'm so tired of being sick

Post breakup Sally

“Crash and Burn” by Marc E. Bassy

Girl, we got some dangerous minds Every time we bring them together Nothing can take us off this ride Maybe we'll crash and we'll burn together

Sally is a crash and burn together kind of gal

“STFU” by mansionz, Spark Master Tape

Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing Slow down, slow down, slow down Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up Quit hitting my phone, slow down

Annoyed Sally vibes

“fuck, i’m lonely” by Lauv, Anne-Marie

Fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as Fuck, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me, myself, and why did you go, did you go? Oh, fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, lonely,

I miss those nights when you would come over Spent all night just tryna get closer That was June and now it's October I don't want, don't wanna get over

Fuck, Sally’s lonely

“If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)” by The 1975

"Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I'm not playing with you, baby I think that you should give it a go" She said, "Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me Too shy, then let me know"

Sally is the “she” you speak of

“Instead of My Room” by Charlie Burg

We are simpatico Don't wanna let you go I wanna get to know (I wanna go out and see the new Star Wars with you) Play me another song I want to sing along Give my a melody (I heard the Hunger Games wasn't as good as the book)

Teen vibes, but also parts of this are talking about music and music is definitely a love language for Sally

“pharmacy” by Isaac Dunbar

Mmm, hurt me I kind of developed a taste for it Mmm, hurt me I want the pain between my lips

Feed it to me softly From your purple and blue fingers Constricted to only you To whom I seem to linger See me climb too high You cut the vine you had to hinder me

Prescribe yourself to me You're the only remedy Have me begging on my knees You're my pharmacy

Sally is into this and you can’t tell me any differently

“Daze Inn - Acoustic” by Carlie Hanson

We spent last night trippin' at the Daze Inn Lost in time like we got on a spaceship Tell me all your dreams when you wake up Carry me from the pool to the bathtub

Daze Inn = Hotel Cortez

“Last Nite” by The Strokes

Last night, she said "Oh, baby, don't feel so down Oh, it turns me off When I feel left out" So I, I turned round Oh, baby, gonna be alright It was a great big lie 'Cause I left that night, yeah

V I B E S

“Lonely Times” by Hot Flash Heat Wave

Lemme tell ya a little story fresh out of my dormitory I didn't know where things were going City lights felt like drowning in the ocean Late nights lying in my bed with all these thoughts swimming through my head Lonely times drifting in my dreams, I feel alright when I'm drifting, I’m drifting

Sally reminiscing on her times before the Cortez

“blackboard.edu” by Arlie

Don't listen to me I just need a good night's sleepAnd you keep me up all night Can't talk right I'm fallin' in my clothes And even though I'm feeling like death I can't be upset 'Cause I finally know

If you can’t tell, I love teen AUs

“7PM” by Lilacs, Lizzy McAlpine

I'm losing my mind I'm reading the news for the hell of it I'm wondering if she's on your mind Losing track of time I'm learning to cook for the hell of it And I'm wondering if she's by your side Tonight

Trapped in the Cortez and can’t go out and be with anyone

“i’m so tired...” by Lauv, Troye Sivan

I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa

Sick of them damn love songs

“So Alright, Cool, Whatever” by The Happy Fits

How could you ever really know? If you never look You don't know what you'll find I've got an effervescent glow If you'd show me all the dark parts of your mind.

I wanna be with you. I wanna be with you. I wanna be barely hangin' on.

Sally falls HARD

“Kilby Girl” by The Backseat Lovers

I overheard that she was 19 with a fake ID and a nose ring Those kind of girls tend to know things better than I do And I'm dying to figure out what she's hiding She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do

TEEN SALLY

“New Girl” by FINNEAS

I wanna scratch your surface I wanna feel your groove I wanna be your needle I wanna lick your wound You wanna play with fire? Stick and poke tattoo? You wanna play, my new girl? I wanna play with you

The energy, the presence, the vibes

“Chicken Tenders” by Dominic Fike

We settled but it never felt right 'cause we can't keep still And we try to fight the way everything feels When we step out of line I met your gaze and it was love that we were makin' And she spoke a different language There was no need for translation And I ordered chicken fingers to my room, girl But we got some things to do first

This song is something that’s for sure

“no friends” by mazie

I don't have no fucking friends Don't have fun, I don't break hearts I don't have no fucking friends

If less is more then I'm doing the most I'm so bored, and I feel like a ghost I don't wanna smoke no more 'cause I'm broke And my window won't open God, my life is a joke

Sally is lonely and needs love

You might like: Poems that Remind Me of Sally McKenna or Cordelia Goode Playlist

#playlist #sally mckenna #sally #ahs #music #hypodermic sally #american horror story #hotel #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #sarah pauslon #music post #playlist post

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connan-l · 4 years ago

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Flower Person

Fandom: The House in Fata Morgana

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Maria Campanella/Iméon

Summary: Iméon wasn’t the kind of person to care about flowers and she never liked receiving these as gifts, but could she really refuses it when a pretty blond woman she doesn’t know show up on her doorstep with a bouquet of lilies? [Femslash February 2021 Day 24: Lily]

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Notes: So, I admit I actually tend to headcanon Iméon as being nonbinary/trans masc, which wouldn’t really fit a femslash event, but well as far we know in FataMoru canon she still identifies as a woman. Another headcanon of mine is that Iméon does remember her past life even after being reincarnated (which is what happens in the short story ‘Tír na nÓg’), and I wrote the fic with that in mind. Also I know Iméon likely just goes by ‘Noémi’ in the modern era, but… weh, I’m too used to refer to her as ‘Iméon’ lol.

This takes place after Reincarnation so spoilers for all the games, and there are also brief references to the short story ‘Girl Hunt Girl.’ (If you don’t know about it, it’s just a very short post-Reincarnation story where Iméon meets Ceren in Paris by saving her from a conman.) And warning for slight drinking/alcohol, I guess.

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Iméon had never been a flower person.

It wasn’t like she hated them or anything, but she couldn’t really unsderstand what people found so captivating or pretty about these plants. They smelled nice, sometimes, she supposed — but that was the extent of the qualities she’d gave them.

She had told as much to Michel once when they stopped by a flower shop so he could buy a few roses for his wife — the fact this guy ended up getting married was still mind-boggling to her even months after she’d learned that fact — and he laughed, saying he used to think the same ‘back then’ but that now he couldn’t help but love them. He hadn’t explained to her how this change of heart happened, but Iméon could guess pretty easily it was also a courtesy of Giselle.

In any case, that was also why people never offered her flowers as gifts, either — the only time she could remember this happened was when she was maybe eight or so and her grandma had given her a bouquet of hydrangeas. Iméon had never been able to tell the absentminded sweet old lady that she couldn’t care less about those flecks of blue-purplish petals and she’d unfortunately had to keep them in her room against her will until they withered.

Tonight, however, would mark the second time of flower-offering she’d received in her life, because the first thing she saw upon opening the door after it rang twice was a huge bouquet of lilies, followed by a turf of messy, short blond hair and a pair of clear green eyes that popped out just barely above the white bell-shaped plants.

“So, okay, here’s the thing,” her visitor started, trying to speak clearly in spite of the enormous gift in her arms that was camouflaging almost all of her upper body. “That’s kind of a long story, but bear with me. There’s this dude where I work — a client — who sort of got a crush on me. Not, like, the creepy kind, but still pretty annoying. He hit on me a few times, and despite me trying to fucking tell him subtly, ‘Hey, dude, not interested, let it go,’ he brought me this tonight upon seeing me. I thought at first about throwing it away in the trash cause flowers are not my thing, you see? But then my boss — I mean Giselle, you know her too, right? — threw a damn fit, ‘bout how it wasn’t nice for him and those were such beautiful flowers or something, so I was like ‘then take them cause I don’t want this’ but she refused cause Michel is allergic to lilies or something and — who the fuck even is allergenic to goddamn lilies? Anyway, after that I—”

Iméon blinked incredulously, trying to makes sense of why there was a short irritated blond woman with a thick Italian accent she didn’t know in front of her who kept rambling on and on at her at eight in the evening. She seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t recall why — where had she seen her before?

“—asked my stupid childhood friend cause of course she’s the kind of gal who’s into flowers and stuff, except I forgot she was in Amsterdam to introduce her creepy boyfriend to her parents, but as a result the only person left was fucking Jacopo and I sure as hell wasn’t going to show up to this dumbass’ door to give him some lilies — and then it hit me; ‘Oh, there’s this chick who’s friends with Michel and Ceren and doesn’t live far away, so why not check her out!’ And so here I am.” She finally stopped and breathed in deeply. “So. Yeah. Want some lilies?”

The names of Michel and Ceren awakened Iméon’s memories and she realized it was, indeed, because of these two that this woman was familiar to her. More than a year ago, she had met Ceren by coincidence and helped her out of some trouble and since then they’d become good friends, and she managed to meet Michel again a few months later. Seeing her old friend from a past life neither of them should remember had been quite a shock — though a pleasant one — but discovering that somehow he’d gotten married to a bubbly lady and now lived in the same building as the goddamn little witch who’d messed around with them had been quite confusing. And to top it off, apparently Michel also knew Ceren because she herself was friends with said little witch. Fate really was a funny thing.

In any case, about three weeks ago she’d briefly gotten introduced to this woman by Giselle, but it had been a five minutes meeting so the encounter had quickly left her mind. If she recalled her name was… Martha? Marianne…? Mar—

“Oh, Maria,” she suddenly said out loud, snapping her fingers, and the woman frowned at her.

“What?”

“Your name. It’s Maria. Right?”

“Wait, you only now remembered who I was?”

“Yep.”

“Maria is like, the less forgettable name in the world? How did you do to forget that?”

“Sorry. I’m just not good with names. And faces. And people.”

A big silence propagated between the two of them, and then Iméon cleared her throat.

“You know… if you wanted to ask me out on a date, you could’ve just… said that. Or ask Michel my number or something.”

Maria arched an eyebrow at her, looking genuinely surprised. “What? Wait, no, that wasn’t… it’s not what it’s about.”

“No?”

“If I wanted to ask you out, I’d just do that. I’m not the kind of person to make excuse or beat around the bush.”

Iméon literally knew nothing about this woman, but somehow she could believe that.

“Oh. Okay. So it’s… really just about the lilies.”

“Yeah.” Maria marked a pause. “It did sounds less weird in my head when I thought about coming here. But I’m just, uh… a bit desperate to get rid of these.”

Iméon hummed thoughtfully and crossed her arms. Desperate was indeed quite an apt descriptor — her hair was all disheveled, her clothes unkempt and she appeared out of breath, as if she had run left and right for a long time to try to get someone who’d agree to take in the huge bouquet.

Iméon wasn’t a flower person, but… she didn’t mind accepting a few lilies for this one time.

“All right. I’ll take it,” she conceded, and Maria seemed so relieved to hear that it was almost comical.

Iméon gathered the flowers into her arms, the soft perfume tickling her nostrils and the petals brushing her cheeks, and then she turned around towards Maria once again. She was clearly about to leave and go down the stairs, but somehow Iméon felt a tinge of pity for her to have to yet again hurry to go home, so she grasped her wrist.

“Hey, no need to rush out of here. I was just about to eat something, so… Wanna have dinner with me?”

“What? Really?”

Iméon flashed her a smile. “Sure. I mean, you’re a friend of Michel, so I’d feel bad to just let you go home like that.”

Maria stared at her in silence for a while, as if hesitating, then returned her smile. “Oh well. Not like I had anything else to do anyway.”

And so the both of them stepped into the small two-room apartment together — the inside was a mess, to be honest, with various clothes and papers laying around, but Iméon didn’t care in the least and neither did Maria apparently as she threw herself on the couch without eve asking. Iméon somehow managed to install the lilies in an empty jar on the table, then tranquilly started to prepare their meal. The dinner only consisted of a quick reheat from yesterday’s leftovers and Iméon had always been far from being a super good cook, but it didn’t matter much as the room quickly got filled with cheerful chats and laughters. They talked about their common friends and then their jobs and movies and Maria’s home country, and while Iméon wouldn’t reveal too much about herself and was careful to keep her walls up even once they added a few beers in the mix, she had to admit she felt quite comfortable with this woman whom she couldn’t even remember the name a few hours prior.

Maria was a fun and easygoing person to talk to and despite her crude words and rough attitude she had a smile as bright as the sun, and it just felt nice to be around her.

“So you’ve only moved in here recently?” Maria asked.

“I don’t like to stay in a same place for too long. That’s just not in my blood. I travel a lot too, went to a bunch of different countries…”

“Hmm. I get that. I traveled around quite a bit too before coming to Paris.” She sighed, then stared vacantly at her beer. “I wonder if I should try going moving somewhere else again. I mean, I like it here, but…”

Maria fell silent, suddenly looking surprisingly melancholic. But in a way, Iméon felt she could understand that. She herself had spent most of her life jumping from a place to another ever since her parents kicked her out of the family house, and she liked living that way, but occasionally she wondered if it wouldn’t be best to find somewhere to truly settle in and call home. Maybe she envied Michel’s stable life a little bit for having this, or Ceren’s airheadness for never even questioning what the future might held in for her.

In that sense, she got the feeling Maria was more similar to her because of that. Weird, given she’d basically been a stranger to her only a few hours ago.

As Iméon was still lost in her thought, Maria abruptly rose up from her chair, almost knocking over the lilies from the table. “Oh, wow, fuck! I didn’t realize it had so damn gotten so late! I should go now.”

Iméon looked at the clock, and it was indeed already past three AM. She also had not noticed the time flee at all.

“You sure you don’t want to spend the night here?” Iméon asked while Maria hurriedly put on her coat. “I mean, we did drink quite a bit, and there’s no metro at this time…”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll call a taxi or something. Ugh, and tomorrow I have to work… I’m going to be a fucking mess and Giselle’s gonna have my head.”

“Giselle?” Iméon repeated, because she didn’t know Michel’s wife all that well but somehow she couldn’t picture her as the kind of employer who’d got angry at anyone.

“Yeah, she seems all cute and sweet like that, but she’s actually fucking scary and ultra perfectionist at work. Don’t let her fool you.”

“Huh… I’ll remember that.”

Maria grabbed her last beer and gobbled up all that was left of it in one shot, before quickly heading towards the door. She stopped her pace on the doorstep, however, and turned around towards Iméon.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, smirking. “It was fun. Let’s do this again.”

“Sure. No problem.”

Maria stared at her, seemed to hesitate, then finally leaned forward and kissed her. It was a pretty brief kiss, lips only brushing against each other, but Iméon still hadn’t really expected it and she blinked back at her when she pulled back.

“I thought the bouquet wasn’t an excuse?”

“It wasn’t,” Maria argued. “That was just as thanks for the meal. Now, I really have to go, so see ya!”

She waved at her with a smug smirk, as if she was quite proud of herself for what she had just done, and then disappeared in the stairs. Iméon still felt pretty confused, but she was much too tired to try to think more about it.

So she got back inside her place, locked the door, and found herself face to face alone with the big bouquet of lilies.

For a brief second, she felt kind of bad for the guy who’d bought it for Maria in the first place, and it was kind of annoying she’d have to keep that bouquet until it wither away like her grandmother’s hydrangeas, but…

If it meant she’d get to have a fun evening dinner and a kiss from a hot Italian woman, maybe it had been worth it.

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thejustmaiden · 4 years ago

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I’m honestly hoping with the current movement of #saveourchildren and the lgbtq community calling out pedos will give the sequel backlash if Rin is the mother. Also I hope none of those shippers are a part of the movement because than it’s just hypocrisy at it’s finest. I’m honored praying sunrise gets the backlash if they decide to do that, especially since it’s 2020, NORMAL and SANE people will be shocked. I’m pretty sure everyone’s sick of the “it’s normal in Japan.” People want change.

Hey, nonnie! I'm not sure if you're the same person who sent me the previous anon ask about what Jaken's VA sent during the livestream or not. I'm assuming that because I received them almost back-to-back, but maybe I wrong. Whatever it may be, happy to have you. 😊

It would be hypocritical in many ways, yes, but at the same time many Sessrin shippers say they would never condone acts like child grooming and the such in real life. I really believe them for the most part, too.

So where does that leave us? Well, what it all really comes down to is at what point do we start acknowledging the spaces both fiction and real life occupy and the (in)direct impact they're capable of having on each other.

In my opinion, Sessrin shippers refuse to accept their correlation- whether that be due to denial, lack of awareness, or a bit of both. Regardless, it's safe to say they simply don't take how linked these two are as seriously as antis do.

As has become a habit of mine in recent blogs/asks lol, I'd like to refer you to a great write-up by boycottyashahime. Read their thoughts on this very subject here. They always put it better than me anyway. Here's a preview excerpt:

"Predators have and continue to use fictional relationships to convince their victims that the abuse they experience is perfectly fine. I think that it would behoove the SessRin community to make sure that those in their midst who are young and vulnerable know the warning signs, understand when an older person may be trying to take advantage of them, and encourage drawing a clear line between the fictional ship and real relationships."

Sessrin shippers would respond to this by saying that shipping a fictional pairing- yes, even if it has harmful implications- isn't actually bad since it's not real and therefore can't be viewed in a negative light. A common misconception of theirs is that antis can't separate real life from fiction. Let me break down why these two reasonings lack support and are basically justifications:

1) Inuyasha is aimed at a young audience, and at no point in this series should a teenager watching be subjected to controversial dynamics closely reminiscent of pedophilia or child grooming. Period.

2) Most of us who have a problem with it CAN in fact differentiate between real life and fiction so please stop missing the point, be it intentionally or not.

The main issue we have is why are we exposing young minds to a heavy topic they are not mature enough to handle yet. Whether you agree or not, it's common knowledge that Sessrin raises a lot of red flags. Antis aren't overreacting because of dumb shipping wars or anything trivial like that. What we're reacting to is the typical Sessrin shipper's response to this pairing. Ship it if you want, but please don't tell us how we should frame our opinions according to your "historically accurate" portrayal, especially if it morphs the truth into something unrecognizable in order to fit your narrative.

Here's an example to give you a better idea of what I mean:

Let's say my favorite animal is the koala bear and yours is the kangaroo. Both are marsupials, right? Both lovable, but one is friendly and the other can be quite dangerous. Now imagine you trying to suggest a kangaroo is as friendly as a koala- so essentially something it's not. Shouldn't I correct you? Sure, you can love the kangaroo (Sessrin in this case) all you want, but shouldn't we stick to the facts presented to us? Accurate identification is the key to appropriate representation! (Say it with me! I like alliteration and rhyming, what can I say? lol) This way there isn't any confusion and we can help prevent our young ones from misinterpreting potentially threatening situations. By attempting to pass the kangaroo off in a category among docile species like the koala (aka healthy ships), you risk putting others in harm's way. Who's to say a child won't take your word for it and just run up to a kangaroo someday and get gravely injured (aka they've now exposed themselves to a real life predator). All this could've been avoided from the get-go if a certain group of people didn't refuse to admit that the kangaroo is indeed dangerous no matter how much they wish it wasn't. Trying to convince us that a kangaroo can be like a koala or something it's not is never going to happen. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that either so there's no need to get defensive. The kangaroo can still survive and thrive and so can your ship, but just in a different environment/genre.

(Did that analogy work? xD)

And nobody as far as I've witnessed (with the exception of maybe one or two occasions) has straight-up called Sessrin shippers pedophiles. Pedo apologists, perhaps, but those two aren't one in the same. Petty and ugly name-calling on the other hand? Well, that's taking place on both sides so you can't really use that against antis.

People do want change! Not only am I tired of Sessrin fans speaking on behalf of an entire country regarding the popularity of a ship despite a strong presence of antis there, nonnie, I'm sick of those same fans telling us we don't have a right to be critical of the content we consume. "If you don't like it, then stop watching."

Since when did it become wrong to demand we do better and improve in areas? It's only normal we care and expect our entertainment to be aligned with our real life morals, because how else do you think fans relate to characters? Of course fiction can push the boundaries as is its nature, but like with everything else in life there are limits. After all, the stories we make up are but reflections of the human experience and we're taught that there are some lines you must never cross.

I'd like to end this off by saying that I hope you're right, nonnie, and that Sunrise and everyone else involved in this sequel receive all the backlash they deserve if they decide to go through with Sessrin. It's possible that movements like Save Our Children can help people who are struggling to understand why making this ship canon is problematic. On top of that, it can help them re-evaluate their values and put them in better perspective in regard to this pairing's close connection to serious acts of abuse like child grooming.

Maybe this whole time we've just been underestimating Sunrise and Rumiko's ability for profound and consistent storytelling. *knocks on wood* All along maybe we had nothing to worry about, who knows? Don't break my heart, readers, and just let me be the half-glass full kinda gal I've always been. It ain't over till it's over. 🤗

Edit: I recently discovered that a right-wing conspiracy pro-Trump group by the name of QAnon is trying to hijack the Save Our Children movement as their own. As much as I support anything that brings more light to children's issues, I do not support Trump, this terrorist organization, and their conspiracy theories.

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #anti sessrin #save our children #anonymous asks #answered ask

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taeken-my-heart · 5 years ago

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can u do 30 and 38 w/ kookie? tyyy♥️

Hello anon! I’m sorry this took so long to get out! I had a hard time finding an idea that felt fitting, Jungkook was really being a punk! Haha. I hope you like it, I love pouty baby Jungkook!

I have one more request in my inbox. I see you Jin request anon! I haven’t forgotten you

Sunlight filtered in through the windows, providing more light to the room than the cheap florescent lights overhead. It was warm on your side but your table was in the center of the room so you weren’t suffering too much.

Unlike Hoseok whose table was directly against the biggest window. He looked like he was about to peel himself out of his clothes…and maybe his skin too. Sucker. You could say that; he was your best friend.

“Hey, Y/N, can you help me with this real quick?”

You turned your gaze towards the classmate at the table next to yours, nodding and smiling. Slipping from your chair, you made your way towards him, stepping in front of the microscope he had at his table and gazing down into the petri dish.

Jungkook watched you from your own table, scowl deepening. The two of you talked for a few moments, the other guy nodding and taking notes before you returned to Jungkook’s side, sitting in your stool.

“Why are you pouting?” You asked, adjusting the goggles over your eyes and not even sparing your boyfriend a look.

“We’re meant to be working on this together and he keeps stealing you away from me. You’re my lab partner, not his.” He huffed and you shifted in your seat, staring down into the eyepiece of your own microscope. Your lab coat was bunched up under your legs; jeans squeaking uncomfortably against the plastic of your stool.

“His partner is sick today, Guk, you know that. I’m not just gonna abandon him; some of the questions need a second pair of eyes. Apparently, Yui came down with the flu or something like that. I swear if I catch the same thing, I’m gonna throw this- wait a minute…are you jealous?”

Jungkook spluttered, blinking over at you with giant eyes as you surveyed him. “I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!” At your scowl he continued, “My lab partner, I mean.”

“Baby,” you eased, reaching out for his hand and he pouted, linking your fingers together and staring down at the floor. “What have we talked about?”

“That I need to learn to share.” He soured, “but Y/N, I don’t want to share you, you’re my favorite human in the whole world and one of these days someone else is gonna figure out how cool you are and want a piece. I’m not OK with that.”

“Jungkook,” you chuckled, “this is a molecular science class, not the bedroom. You have to share me in class so that no one blows anything up. It’s for the greater good. You get to have me all to yourself at all other times. Unless of course Chris Hemsworth wants a piece for one night then you have to share then too because obviously.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and you scanned the paper in front of you, checking off the things you were noticing in your own sample. “Don’t forget my freebie is Gal Godot!”

“Well, duh, she’s an absolute goddess. I definitely want to join in on that one.”

“Not fair!” He replied, incensed. “You can’t have Chris and Gal. That’s greedy.”

“So I like my cake and eating it too. You’re welcome to join Chris and I, I just don’t want you to feel emasculated. Anytime we watch him you get all huffy about how beefy he is.”

“He’s just so big.” He hummed low, twisting the microscope towards himself and peering down. This sample was for a badger and he quickly took note of the things on the paper he was meant to find, checking them off as he went.

“You’re beefy too.” You insisted and Jungkook looked over at you.

“Thanks babe. We both know it’s not the same, though. He’s tall and jacked and I’m like…medium height and have a few muscles.”

“I love your muscles.” You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Um, Y/N.” Jin called from the table beside you and you looked over to see his small wave. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but would you mind helping me again?”

You could feel Jungkook’s scowl against the crown of your head and you chuckled. “Sure!” You turned to look at your boyfriend, kissing him quickly. “Sharing, remember?” Stepping off your stool, you went to help Jin one more time.

#btsbookclub #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #asks #anon

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 4 years ago

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Going M.I.A Until July 5th After Being Peeved Off By Toxic-Humans

I just need to have some time for myself,

and I wanted to wait until July to start posting again.

I just need to try to relax and do some self healing,

and it all has to do with finding out a bit more about Scott Cawthon.

look, no one has to agree about the same religious views.

I mean I have to stay in the Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte Closet,

as well as the Aceflux closet and the bigender identity closet with my family.

it be nice if it didn’t happen while FNAF Security Breach was still in the works.

I’m not even sure if it’s even finished, I can only hope that someone with a heart picks up where Scott left off and adopts the series but still gives Scott credit.

right now I’m listening to a comfort song right now,

which is Lily Allen’s song F**k You.

I guess I could listen to some other songs to comfort me,

but how I feel, it calls for that song.

I just wish they didn’t bring Trump or the other names that are involved into that mess...

after finding out that Trump had some form involvement of the, my guess bullying...

I did get upset at him enough to cry and say I hate him.

of course I can’t say that to my Mom or half of my family.

sure one half supported him and the other half don’t,

but we are still family.

I don’t much care for Presidents in Real Life, I have very little trust in them.

ones in movies or video games or any form of entertainment, are fine.

since it is just in a fictional world that is at times a counterpart of ours.

no one has to agree about my being mad at Trump, and that’s okay.

I can’t help but think that there is a possibility that Scott had retired

because of the bullying and it possibly being linked to Trump.

we all don’t have to agree to like or dislike Trump.....

but I’m sure a lot of people are upset at those that caused the early retirement

before the Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach

but maybe there will be still hope for it,

at least if it is true that Scott has a successor.

and if they do continue work on the Security Breach,

then we can only hope things works out well.

I didn’t know there was gonna be a successor,

until I was just looking up some more info about the whole FNAF thing.

but yeah, with only half of what I know so far,

it is still going to be a part of my Semi-Misanthrope.

I still know there are some good people in this world,

that is why it is “Semi”, which is better than it being the full.

maybe later I can try to look up more info about the whole thing,

but it is still possible the bullying was part of the reason for the early retirement.

I’m still peeved at this one person who was bad mouthing YandereDev.

if they are taking long to finish the game, it is because these things take time,

and also everyone has a off day where they wont be able to work on something right away and might have to put it on hiatus.

if Yandere Simulator ever gets on a Disc or game card,

and ends up being playable on Xbox One or Nintendo Switch...

I hope there will be a mode where we can dress up as Chara from Undertale.

at least there is some good news,

Doki Doki Literature Club will be on Nintendo Switch, I have been meaning to mention that after I had found out some days ago.

and parents should not let their child play it if they are under the age of 15.

don’t go blaming the mature content, when it’s you the parents who are to blame.

hey I did see a movie that I was not the proper age for,

and I wasn’t even a teenage yet when I saw it.

I’m talking about Cool World, I still like it and have the DVD.

but after remembering I had seen that movie, and we had rented it from a place that rented out VHS tapes.

I came to realize that letting me see that too early, even though I don’t think I can remember much about watching it during that time, all I know is that I did watch it.

but at least it didn’t get as mature as the Deadpool Movie,

and I still like the Deadpool Movie.

but anyway I figured out that it was wrong for my family to let me watch Cool World when I wasn’t the proper age for it,

and even letting me watch something else with the “witch” word on it,

when I was a toddler and I ended up saying “Son of a Witch”

of course it wasn’t the word witch, but you get what I’m going with this right?

I had to try to keep my little cousin from playing my Deadpool video game,

and it was lucky I caught them on time when the game had barely started.

did they even think about stopping them before they fully started to playing?

I don’t want to make the same mistake as my Mom or anyone else in my family.

at least the bad word I used wasn’t my first word.

but I had come to realize that it isn’t the mature content to blame,

but the parents, and even if some parents are willing to admit this cold truth.

that is perhaps long overdo, not all parents might admit to it.

if you have any mature stuff either on your computer or even a movie or show on DVD.

make sure to hide it from the child, give them their own computer

but put a child lock on the browser, where only you know the password.

and if you tend to forget passwords, write it on paper then hide it where your child or little sibling, can’t find it and it’s in a place that only you know.

also I want to say this....

I rather be a part of a Neo-LGBT, there can be different types of Aces.

some who are flux like myself, but because of the whole sexual energies,

I didn’t figure it out until I started to protect myself with my bracelets.

a Aceflux person can be a sexual empath, picking up the sexual energies of others when they are either in the same room or a different room all together.

and just because someone is Heteroromantic-Ace, doesn’t mean they should be exclude from the LGBT Community, even if some will still welcome them.

and even if some might not believe that a Ace can end up being a sexual empath, but it might be very rare.

I’m not sure if there are many Aces that are sexual empaths,

and didn’t figure it out until they started to wear gem bracelets to protect themselves.

I think I’m the only one I know of that is doing that.

of course when I had first started to wear a bracelet,

it was because of a dream that felt too real and I was in between awake and asleep and then I was scared awake...

it was also dark and I was laying on my back, that is part of what I remember before being scared awake.

and I can’t tell my family I’m one, or how I believe it had first started.

I rather not talk about that right now.

but the whole me rather being a part of a Neo-LGBT doesn’t really have to do with my being Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.

it is for different reasons,

of course I will have to be in the closet about being part of a Neo-LGBT Community......wait, is there already a Neo version...?

well I guess I’m fine being a solo member for now.

at least not everyone in the LGBT Community made false accusations on Scott.

and I’m not sure if my pendulum is being 100% truthful,

when I asked about Scott’s sexuality, I mean when I asked if he was Hetero,

I was given a No, but when I asked if he was Pan, I got a Yes.

but that might not be true,

I mean I guess there is a possibility that it could be true.

but maybe I should throw some salt on my pendulum later.

and if it turn out those questions were true, and I was being given a truthful answer.

then it might make others sorry for bullying him.

plus I want to point out, that you can’t just keep hating someone

who believed the lies that they were taught while growing up

about how a different gender identity from your bio-sex one

or not being hetero, is evil.

it’s only when they end up seeing the truth that they might end up discovering

that they aren’t hetero, and might just be bi or pan instead.

I wanted to tell my my family about me being on the Asexual Spectrum,

well the flux type of it.

but I wanted to get their view on it first, about the Asexuality.

like I had said before, it didn’t work out too well.

and I had to make it seem I wasn’t Asexual at all.

even though I was asked if I was, I didn’t say Yes and made sure to not give away I was one.

then when I went to my room, I started crying.

how I reacted was perfectly normal, as I had found out when I found some info about how a parent shouldn’t disapprove of it.

I love my family, but it’s best that I never come out of the protective closets I place myself in, that I can only come out online.

also I’m gonna try to relax and try to just hope the FNAF series keeps alive and there really being a successor who will continue it.

well now that I know the one who partly more responsible,

is a Toxic Game Journalist........

that person sucks, they suck and I hate them so much.

any Toxic-Journalist that dares do what that one did,

they are just as bad as the paparazzi that harassed a distant cousin of mine.

and if their lies is what got everyone mad at Scott,

at least not everyone, but still.....

I hope that Toxic Game Journalist who started it all,

will get the karma they deserve after they screwed everything up.

and yes while writing this, I wanted to look up more info about the whole FNAF and Scott Cawthon thing.

and it does appear that the root is a toxic game journalist.

and if I had to put two and two together,

I say the Youtube Video that peeved me off before,

that had to do with a doxxing of Scott and [Redacted]

and if had to do with that disgusting filth of a shisno.

if the info had happen some time after that whole mess happen,

then it means that that disgusting human whoever they are,

is the cause of it.

and there is a reason why I put [Redacted]

as I do not wish for the other person/creator of another series,

to be mentioned in this.

Cancel Culture is Evil, even if something does get cancelled,

it shouldn’t involve the cancel culture cult.

don’t blame the content, blame the parents.

Pepe Le Pew deserved better,

he could of been added into the Space Jam 2 Movie,

if he got character development.

he could still flirt, but would learn to keep it a bit more friendly,

and not force himself on a gal he likes.

ya don’t see girl characters being treated the way he has been treated,

Pepe deserves better, not just Amy Rose, Dot Warner and Fifi La Fume.

that is being sexist towards Pepe.

and it’s sexist for women and even some men,

to assume if a guy wears pink or uses a pink straw, he might not be consider a man.

so wait, if a woman wearing a blue shirt or uses a blue straw, she is still a woman...?

only a real man wears pink, uses a pink straw and even cries.

and I really hope there is a Anti-Cancel Culture Group to put that shisno group in their place.

I want to try to hope things get better, and the FNAF will continue,

and Scott will get a apology from those who had believed that shisno.

maybe I should avoid looking more info about it.

I just need to try to do the self healing and hope everything gets better,

and hope it isn’t a cruel joke about there being a successor.

I guess I can try to look it up more about it to check to be sure if it is true.

I’m gonna check a few more stuff on here first, before I sign off.

and I hope some of you understand why I’m upset about what happen with Scott.

it isn’t right what happen, and how it happen.

and no matter if he supported Trump or not, there is some lines that should never cross when it comes to a dislike of a president or former president.

but if it came to picking him or the evil woman, I would only pick him to keep the babies safe.....but I’m not sure if the rumor about Hillary Clinton is true or not,

I mean when I had found out about it, I was praying she wouldn’t become president because I was worried about the innocent lives.

but if the rumors still turn out to be 100% true, I still don’t want her as the first Madam President.

I don’t even trust Biden very much, but I will have to try to hope and pray everything will be okay.

like I said, I don’t fully trust Real Life Presidents.

the best thing I can do is hope and pray that everything will work out.

for real, this will be the last post until July.

but I wont sign back in and post anything again until July 5th.

I’m still listening to Lily Allen’s song, I’m gonna listen to it a few more times.

anyway not all of you might agree with all I said,

and I’m not gonna force you to...

so see ya later, stay safe and beware of shisno.

PS:

Please Do Not Misinterpret anything that was wrote in this.

and I’m gonna hope that not everyone believed that bull about Scott being a Anti-LGBT.

and I do hope the shisno who started that mess, will get karma for what they did and causing FNAF to be almost cancelled for good.

and it better not be cancelled for good,

and there better be truth to the whole successor to the game series.

and if it turns out that my pendulum isn’t joking about Scott’s sexuality,

if it turns out to be 100% true and not a prank my pendulum is pulling.

then I hope he gets a lot of apologizes, not only from the other stuff,

but also about the Anti-LGBT calling.

#self healing #need alone time to heal #five nights at freddy's #someone please adopt five nights at freddy's #successor #neo-lgbt community #beware of shisno

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Four Seasons (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic)

[A/N: I have finally made a story with this concept. I have been thinking of this concept yeaaaars ago. Maybe around 4-5 years ago. Finally, I was able to finish it, thanks to Crystal and Gigi. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing this.]

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Spring

It was mid-spring and all the flowers were in full bloom. The coffee shop was filled with different groups of people. Aside from the crowd, the aroma of coffee seeped through the room as a girl with long red curls came in.

“Your usual, Ms. Crystal?” spoke the barista with a cheerful voice.

“Of course, Jan. Wow, you are jam-packed today, I see.” The red-haired girl gleefully replied. She stepped aside and waited for her drink.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. What can I get you for today?” the cheery voice of Jan greeted the next person in line.

A tall girl moved to the counter and tapped her fingers on top. The girl seemed to be struggling to choose so Crystal can’t help but to give a suggestion.

“I usually order a Cappucino but if you’re not into that, you can have a latte. If you’re don’t like coffee, why are you even in a coffee shop?” Crystal paused. “Kidding! You can have hibiscus tea. It’s sweet and tasty.”

The tall girl was stunned. After a few seconds, she let out a soft giggle at the red-haired girl’s remark before proceeding to order.

“I’ll just have what she’s having.”

“Great choice. Well, I hope you enjoy that.” Crystal tried to wink at her but failed. It made the tall girl chuckle, seeing how charming the other girl was.

After getting her drink, Crystal took herself to her usual spot in the coffee shop, a table near the window where she can see all the people passing by. She opened her laptop and wrote emails for the rest of the afternoon.

“I would like to believe that One Direction is one of the biggest blessings that came to earth. I don’t even know why I did not listen to them until now.” The mention of the band made Crystal’s ears perk up. She looked around and tried to find where the voices were coming from.

Three girls sat around a circular table, sipping on their drinks. They were leaning forward, one of them was showing her screen to her gals.

“Thank you so much to Simon Cowell. I am so glad they joined Britain’s Got Talent.” Another girl chimed in.

Wait what- Crystal thought to herself. She had the urge to walk to the girls and answer all their questions about the band. She proclaimed herself their biggest fan and could talk about them for hours with no end.

“God, Jackie, you’re so stupid,” quoted one girl. “They were in The X Factor. Keep your facts straight.”

The red-haired girl turned to look where the voice came from. She noticed a familiar girl with black hair that contrasted with her almost pale white skin. She had a captivating face with a nose perfectly positioned in the middle. Her lips stained with a cherry color, slightly smirking at her remark to her friend.

Crystal did not realize that she was completely staring at the girl longer than she had expected. The two of them caught each other’s eyes before Crystal looked back to her laptop. She tried to focus on her work but after seeing the girl, she can’t help but look back. From time to time, they have exchanged glances.

Maybe now she’s thinking I’m a creep. Ugh. Crystal focus on your work. She told herself.

“Any additional slice of cake or dessert, Ms. Crystal?” the barista asked.

“No but thanks.” The girl bit her lip, contemplating whether to ask or not. “By any chance Jan, do you happen to know those girls? I think it’s my first time seeing them.”

“It would have not been your first time if you took a break and rest from work, you know?” Jan responded. The two girls chuckled. “Does her face really not ring a bell on your glittered brain? Anyway, your cup is now filled. Enjoy your day! Also, take a rest from time to time.”

It was true that it was not their first time meeting each other. A few weeks ago, Crystal was working on a project inside the coffee shop that was nearing its deadline. She was so busy but she knew she cannot finish it with a coffee or two. Gladly, she came early and was able to take her usual spot. The place was crowded as usual and there were no vacant tables available.

“Is this seat taken? Would you mind if I join you for a while?” a soft voice spoke. The red-haired girl was very busy that all she can give to the speaker was a little shake on the head. “I’m actually just waiting for my friends to meet me here so I’ll be gone in a few. Thanks anyway.”

The girl sat down in front of Crystal, a drink on her hand. “Do you happen to know the Wi-Fi password?” The busy girl slid a small piece of paper with the Wi-Fi password before continuing to work on her project.

A few moments later, the other girl was getting bored while waiting for her friends. She turned to look at Crystal and noticed her laptop with a lot of sparkling stickers on the back. “I like the stickers.” She commented, trying to make small talk. The red-haired girl appeared to have ignored her. She let out a scoff before putting her focus on her phone instead.

Crystal heard the scoff and felt bad. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I’m not ignoring you, I’m just really busy with this project and if I don’t finish this my manager will be mad at me so I really need to finish it on time.” She talked a little bit too fast, panicking at how the other girl might feel.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Good luck with that.” The tall girl said cheerfully.

Her friends came a few minutes after so she set off. She left a small note to Crystal saying,

“Thank you for keeping me company. I hope you finish that thing on time. – G”

As Jan walked back to the counter, Crystal tried sneaking a glance at the charming girl’s table. She saw that they were walking towards the door, about to leave.

The red-haired girl noticed some kind of paper on top of the table. At first she thought it was just some trash but it appears to be shaped like a flower. She immediately walked to the table and picked it up before rushing outside to catch the girls.

She almost did not see them but luckily, the girl was tall so it caught her eye.

“Uhm, hey!” Crystal called out. “You’ve left something on your table. I was just sitting near you and I happen to see this.” She handed the note to the black-haired girl.

The taller girl let out a soft giggle before pushing Crystal’s hand back. “That’s actually for you… Ms. Crystal. Did I get your name right?”

She was slightly confused. First, why would she give her a note? And why does she also know her name?

“Oh… uhm…” Crystal trailed off.

“See you around then!” The girl said before jogging off to follow her friends.

“Hey. I think you are missing this from your contacts list. 209 *** ***** - Gigi”

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Summer

“Catch me if you can!~” A singsongy voice echoed on the shore as a girl was running around, holding up a towel like a cape.

“Hey Geege, that’s mine. Give it back please!” Crystal followed the taller girl. She tried to catch her so she can get her towel back and wrap it around herself.

“No. Why are you even trying to cover up? Oh. My God. Look at you! How you doin’?” Gigi replied, winking at her. She was still hugging the towel close to her, stepping backwards while looking at the older girl.

“Not when I’m with you.” Crystal stopped walking, her lips pouting as she looked at the taller girl. In her eyes, Gigi was the most beautiful creature that landed on Earth. Seeing her at the beach with her gorgeous shape matched with a red bathing suit wrapped around her perfectly makes her heart flutter.

It has been a few months since they first started talking to each other. Their first exchange of messages were rather awkward since Crystal was stunned and surprised for the sudden relationship that she was forming with this incredible lady. To her surprise, Gigi confessed that she had been seeing her in the coffee shop for quite some time and that one spring day, she took the courage to give the girl her phone number. This confession made Crystal like her even more.

A week after they met, they have followed each other on their socials. At the beginning, the two girls were just exchanging Instagram comments on each other’s stories. After a while, they started doing video calls. They both couldn’t find the time to meet and go on a proper date yet so they decided to do it virtually. Even when they were doing different things, they still had each other on call.

Usually, Gigi would be showing off the dresses she had made to Crystal. The red-haired girl admired how passionate Gigi was on her works. She could watch days after days of her working on her garments. There were even times when she didn’t realize she was staring on her screen already, wondering how it would be like to be there with her and watch her work face to face. It was just so mesmerizing for her.

One time, Crystal was taking Gigi into a virtual tour of her home. She showed her almost all the nooks and corners of her home, even her closet which was like an inside of a rainbow, if that was even possible.

The older girl was walking backwards, trying to showcase the different things she can see on her house.

“So this thing framed here was actually on my brother’s findings when he went to have his annual camping trip. I don’t even know why he gave that to me but I love it so I’m keeping it here. Then this one-“

“Crystal!” called out Gigi. She wanted to warn the red-haired girl on the wall that was about to hit her head. The other girl kept on blabbering about an elaborate story on how she got the house.

“Hey! Crys! Crystal Elizabeth stop talking and look behind you- Oh fuck. I’m on mute.”

Gigi turned her mic on a little too late. Crystal already hit her head against the wall.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was about to tell you but my mic was on mute… Now go put some ice on your head. Be caref-" Crystal hit another wall that was in front of her.

“Gosh, you are clumsy. Now stop looking at your screen and focus on getting ice without hitting another wall again.” If Gigi could have jumped to the screen and help Crystal, she probably would. This girl was surely careless but that carelessness made the tall girl want to care for her more.

They have decided to go have a date on the beach. It was perfect for summer anyway. They got to enjoy the sun while keeping each other company.

“Why me? What have I done to you?” Gigi asked. She batted her eyelashes to the older girl, trying to be as enchanting as she can be. As if she even needed to try.

“Ugh. You are so annoying. Fine. Don’t give it back to me.” Crystal quickly snatched the taller girl’s hat and put it on her head a little too low just enough to cover her face.

With a chuckle, Gigi poked the curly-haired girl’s shoulder. “…What are you doing, Crys?”

“At least now, people won’t recognize me.”

“What’s wrong with your face? You are beautiful and charming. Your sexy body is just a plus.” Gigi honestly revealed. Those were her real thoughts. Before she left the flower note to Crystal, she did not expect that this girl would captivate her heart. There was something about the curly-haired girl that swept Gigi’s feet off even when she won’t admit it to herself.

“I am not. Well, look at yourself.” Crystal whined. She tugged the hat lower to cover her face. “You are thin and gorgeous. You’re perfect, you’re beautiful. You look like Linda Evangelista. You’re a model. Everything about you is perfect. Your legs are to die for. And your shoulders are so sharp I think it might kill me but I wouldn’t mind dying for you-“

“Crys, you are so weird. I love you-“

The two girls stopped talking. The sounds of the people surrounding them echoed through the beach but it seemed as if there were no voices to be heard for the both of them.

It took a few seconds before one of them said a word.

“What? What did you just say?” The older girl was slowly pulling up the hat from her face to take a peek of Gigi.

“I said… I said ‘Crys, you are so weird’ and then I just stopped.”

Crystal removed the hat completely and gently hit Gigi with it. “If you’re going to continue quoting F.R.I.E.N.D.S to me, I’m gonn-“

“I also said I love you.” The taller girl confessed shyly. She took a glance at the older girl’s face and saw the most beautiful smile painted on her lips.

“You what?” Crystal’s voice cracked.

“I said I love you, you weirdo.” Gigi’s hand reached Crystal’s face and cupped it, brushing her thumb softly against the latter girl’s cheek. Crystal leaned in and sealed the kiss. It was the sweetest kiss the couple shared. Their lips perfectly moved against and with each other. For the both of them, it felt like the perfect fit. Gigi wrapped an arm around the older girl’s waist to pull her closer, their bodies leaning against each other for support. Crystal tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss as she grazed the tip of her tongue on Gigi’s soft lips.

After a while, Crystal pulled away and touched her forehead against Gigi’s, looking intently into her eyes. “You know that I love you too, right Geege?” The taller girl nodded before they shared another kiss. It was different from the other kisses that they have shared before that. Maybe because finally, they were able to express the secret they have been hiding for quite some time. They were both pouring down their love into the kiss, wanting to say their feelings without using any words.

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Fall

It was in the middle of a cold autumn night when a sound of keys dropping on the floor woke up the red-haired girl. She was lying down on the couch, her eyes half-awake.

Careful footsteps were heard as someone opened the door and came in. The figure obviously tried to be quiet and walked as straight as they can be.

“Gigi? Is that you?”

Crystal rubbed her eyes and tried to look at where the noise was coming from. The taller girl tiptoed towards the living room and planted a soft kiss on what was supposed to be Crystal’s forehead but it landed on her ear.

“It’s late. Why are you late tonight? Where have you been? Did you go out with your friends?” Crystal spoke softly.

The other girl seemed agitated. “Why do you have so many questions? Gosh, give me a break.”

The softness in Crystal’s face seemed to fade away as she furrowed her eyebrows. Gigi’s voice seemed to have woken her up and not in a good way.

“I was just asking. You did not text me so I waited for you here. I kept on calling you.”

“Can’t I have a little fun with my friends? Do I have to tell you everything I do? Are you my mother?” It was obvious in Gigi’s voice that she had been drinking that night. Something might have happened in the place where she was and Crystal was worried. However, she cannot stand it when someone talks to her like that.

“Not everything. But I deserve to know because I am your girlfriend, Geege.” Crystal wanted to say something more but decided not to. It seemed that her girlfriend needed some time alone to calm down and that’s what she wanted to give her.

The red-haired girl finished preparing some warm soup to help Gigi relax and sober up. She put it in a bowl and went to their room. As she walked, she kept on trying to think of what might have happen with Gigi and why she was that upset. She have obviously seen her girlfriend irritated before so she thought she knew what to do.

“Knock knock?” Crystal said in a calm voice. “I made you some soup.” She put it down on the bedside table before sitting closely next to Gigi.

“I was with Nicky and some friends earlier.” The taller girl finally spoke softly.

“Did you celebrate Heidi’s birthday? I suppose you had a lot of fun. Anyway, I made you some soup.” She was about to reach for the bowl when she realized that her girlfriend was wearing a t-shirt under an unfamiliar jacket with a boxy shape. She was not able to notice it earlier when Gigi arrived home. Those were not owned by Gigi, Crystal knew for sure.

“Is that some new shirt you bought? I also have never seen that jacket before. Is that yours, love?” Crystal asked with a gentle voice, trying not to trigger Gigi’s annoyance.

“I changed before I went home. Some stupid drunk girl spilled her drink all over my clothes.” It was clear that that was the reason the girl was pissed off when she got home.

“I’m glad your friend brought some extra clothes.”

“It is Liam’s.” The younger girl whispered. It was almost as if she was hoping Crystal won’t hear the name clearly. She knew the red-haired girl would react to that name but she just wanted to be honest.

The sound of that guy’s name made Crystal furious. She surely did not like that one. He was from Gigi’s circle of friends. The first time she met him, Crystal knew that they will not get along. There was just something about this guy that made her angry. Maybe it was for the fact that Liam had a small crush on Gigi even before the two girls met. She trust her girlfriend but that guy, she did not trust him.

“Were you… with him earlier? Did he take you home? Were you two alone in his car?” The red-haired girl tried to hide the anger from her voice.

“We were with my friends, Crys. Is something wrong with that?” Gigi’s irritation came back and that definitely surprised Crystal.

“I… Well I’m sorry. I was just worried about you. You don’t share much about what you do anymore. I have no idea who you are with. What if something wrong happens to you?” The older girl raised her voice a little.

“I can handle myself, Crystal! Don’t you trust me?” For Gigi, it didn’t feel as if she was protecting her. It seemed as if her girlfriend does not trust her anymore.

“Of course I trust you. But you know that I don’t trust that Liam guy.”

“Here we go again, Crys. I’ve already told you, Liam is already over his little crush on me.” Gigi knew about the jealousy that Crystal felt towards Liam. Even though she had constantly reminded the older girl that nothing was going on, it seemed to not be entering Crystal’s mind.

The latter girl knew Gigi was saying the truth but her feelings have totally blinded her this time. “Geege…”

“Crystal, it seems like you don’t even trust me anymore. I have been telling you that multiple times but it’s as if you don’t even listen to me!”

Crystal remained quiet. She stared at Gigi for a while, letting the girl speak. “Crys, how many times are we going to talk about this? This is making me so tired. I had a tiring night and you’re not helping.

“These past few days all we did was fight. Are you not getting tired of it? ‘Cause I am.” Gigi was right. All they did for the past weeks involved the two of them disagreeing with a lot of things. The couple had tried to talk it through but one way or another, they just ended up fighting.

What Gigi said next made Crystal feel uneasy and downhearted.

“I am very exhausted having to fight with you every day, Crys. We have been arguing days after days. It is as if nothing is changing. Let’s take a break.”

Silence filled the room, their deep breaths were the only sound that were heard. Thoughts rushed into Crystal’s mind as she tried to make another way to not have Gigi end it with her that night. Nothing came to her. She knew the both of them did not want it to end that way. Crystal was absolutely sure about this one.

After a while, the red-haired girl tried to find her voice. She tried to say it calmly but her voice gave away her feelings. “Are you tired of me? D…Don’t you love me anymore?” The girl was looking at the floor before she slowly lifted her head up to have a sight of her girlfriend.

“What if the answer is yes?”

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Winter

A white blanket of snow covered the road, ice crystals freezing on the window panes, as the cold breeze of winter spread around the city. Crystal was staring outside from her room, wondering about how nice it would be for someone to have another human wrapped around them that chilly evening. For the red-haired girl, it could have been another night spent in isolation.

She bent down and pulled out a small box covered in colorful bows and stickers and glitters. If someone else would see it, they would instantly know that it belonged to Crystal. No one was that sparkly and colorful like her. That was one thing that Gigi loved about that girl.

The older girl removed the lid and the inside was filled with different knick-knacks that some may just immediately throw to the trash. But not for Crystal. For her, those were memories that she have stored, important events and moments that she have shared with the girl she loves.

Looking at it made her eyes teary. It was one of the things that she truly treasured. She scanned the inside of the box, looking at everything that they have shared.

A rainbow colored flower crown caught her attention. She stared at it for a while, a smile slowly creeping on her face.

“Geege, you should try this one!” The older girl tried to put on a cat ear headpiece on top of her girlfriend’s head.

“Me-ow,” purred Gigi. Both of them laugh at how silly yet sexy the taller girl looked. Crystal even caught herself staring at her for a bit, imagining some dirty little thoughts that she would rather keep to herself.

“You should buy this one, Crys. You look goode in this. And for myself, I’ll wear this one.” Gigi put a devil’s headband on the older one’s head while she wore an angel’s halo. “This is quintessential Crystal and Gigi, a devil and an angel.”

“How come I’m the devil, Geege! That’s is unfair.” A small pout came out of Crystal’s lips as she tilted her head to the side. Gigi absolutely found this cute and she cannot help but to squeeze her girl’s cheeks.

“Fine. Oh oh!” The taller girl skipped towards another isle before she shoved another headpiece in front of Crystal’s face. She was holding two matching flower crowns. “I don’t see another one that is like this. We can totally be matchy.”

The red-haired girl was just staring at her girlfriend with a small beam on her face. ’Oh gosh, I am totally in love with her.’ She thought to herself as she watched the other girl pay at the cashier. That was the moment she realized she wanted to be with her forever.

Crystal returned the flower crown inside the box. When she looked in it, she saw another crown that was the same as the first one she picked up. The smile on her face slowly faded.

A receipt from an ice cream store landed on Crystal’s palm. She inspected it for a while, trying to figure out what it was about. A small smile crept on her face as she realized what happened that day.

“Geege! Why are we even watching this movie?” The older girl cried out as she hugged the tub of ice cream closer to her. The two girls were watching some scary movie that Gigi picked up from the movie collection. She wanted to tease Crystal because she knew she was very much afraid of these films.

“This movie is fun!” Gigi said. But in her mind, ‘This movie is totally not fun’. It was not her cup of tea but she wanted to try watching this kind of film with her girlfriend because she knew the other would scoot closer to her and cuddle against her.

It was one of the moments when Gigi wanted to do something sweet with her girl but cannot find the right words to say. Or rather, she did not want her to find out how lovey dovey and mushy she was.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” The red-haired girl froze on her seat. Gigi felt concerned that she put her girlfriend into this situation.

“Gosh, what happened to you?” She reached for the older girl’s face and cupped it on her palms. “Are you okay?”

“ There’s something on my right leg. Can you see it?” Her voice sounding almost like a cry.

“ Wha- what is it?”

“Oh nevermind, it’s just your leg.” Crystal shrugged and proceeded to watch the movie. Gigi rolled her eyes on how stupidly enticing her girlfriend was. She gave her cheek a quick peck.

“Aaaaahhh!” Crystal shrieked. She buried her face on the crook of Gigi’s neck. The latter wrapped her arms around the older girl’s shoulder, acting brave as she protected her from the scary film. “I told you I don’t want to watch this. What if I have a bad dream later? It will be your fault.” Soft whimpers were heard from the red-haired girl.

Gigi leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on the temple of her girlfriend’s head as she hugged her closer to her body. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

It would be nice to be hugged like that tonight, Crystal thought to herself. These memories that she have reminisced about gave her a sense of warmth in that cold winter night. Before she closed the box, she reached in for one final item that she wanted to remember before she buried the memories again under her bed. It was a small note shaped like a flower. The very same note that started it all.

A chuckle escaped the girl’s throat as she opened the note. Gigi’s handwriting were still clear and that day was as vivid in Crystal’s mind.

“Mhm… What are you laughing at?” A throaty, sleepy voice was heard from behind her.

The older girl waved the flower note in front of the half-awake person. Her eyes popped open before she reached her hand to try to grab the letter.

“Give that to me!” Before she can even stand up, Crystal was already out of the room. “Don’t wait for me to catch you!”

“Catch me if you can!~” The red-haired girl teased. Suddenly, Crystal tripped on the carpet and fell on the floor. The girl immediately jumped on top of her and tried to snatch away the flower note.

“Hey, that’s mine, Geege!” Crystal tried to take it back but to no avail. She just showed her pouty lips to her girlfriend. The taller girl leaned in and softly pecked her lips.

“And you’re mine.” Gigi whispered before leaning in for a tender kiss. They had their arms wrapped around each other, sharing a warm kiss on that one chilly winter evening.

#rpdr fanfiction #crygi #crystal x gigi #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi fanfiction #lesbian au #fluf #rpdr s12

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x Reader Chapter 1 A/n- It was so hard to find a song/lyric that suit this chapter and barely strung it together with this one.

Chapter 2- Expeditor

“I wonder if I’ll ever see you again, And if that day comes, I know we could win, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again.” -Lenny Kravitz, Again.

From the minute Y/n stumbled into her ritzy apartment in Malibu, struggling to drag Julie inside, she realized that after all the fun little banter with Keanu; they hadn’t even exchanged contact information. “Fuck,” she breathed, tossing her keys to the varnished end table near the front door.

“What?” Julie slurred, her arms flailing for an unknown reason, almost falling forward, “And this is your apartment, not mine!” She pouted.

“I know,” Y/n gently eased her onto the plush beige sofa, kneeling to remove Julie’s white pumps, casually tossing them to the side. Next, she made short work of removing Julie’s coat, draping it on an arm of the sofa, “But I’m not gonna leave you alone there when you’re like this.”

“So we’re gonna have a sleep over?” Julie slurred, struggling to brush a couple loose, messy strands of dirty-blonde hair out of her face, “Just like old times.”

Y/n sighed, laughing quietly; Julie was always the fun, chatty, reckless drunk; the life of the party and ready to let out her inner child, “I slept over at your place last week,” Y/n reminded her, hoping she didn’t sound annoyed. It wasn’t rare for the two to spend nights at the other’s places, considering the only difference was an elevator ride.

“Right,” she nodded clumsily, slouching into the couch, taking a deep breath before her composure relaxed and she said, “Thank you for taking care of me Y/n/n, you’re like...”

By then, Y/n had already discarded her own strappy heels and had wandered off to the nearby kitchen, getting Julie a glass of water, “I’m like?” Y/n asked and when Julie didn’t finish her sentence; “Jules?” She called again, returning to the living room, her shoulders slumping when she found that Julie had fallen asleep, still half sitting, head bent into her chest uncomfortably.

With a quiet chuckle and a faint smile, Y/n proceeded to lift Julie’s legs onto the sofa, readjusting her friend until she was in a more appropriate sleeping position. Afterwards, Y/n retrieved a blanket from the near by linen closet, gently draping it over Julie’s petite form, “’Night hun,” she spoke softly, pressing a feather light kiss to her temple.

The next morning, Y/n shifted against her Egyptian cotton sheets, and as she sat up, her thick, black and white, floral print duvet slid from her upper body. Her drinks from the night before had only left her with the slightest headache, nothing that couldn’t been remedied before noon.

For a minute, she sat in bed, stretching out her arms, pleased that she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the morning regretting anything from the night before, face down in bed. Her initial mood was even added to when she remembered that she had a date on the coming Friday......until she realized that it probably wasn’t going to happen. With a frown and an annoyed huff; kicking off the comforter, Y/n swung her legs, shoving her feet into a pair of comfy slippers; a mild lavender pair with soft fuzz on the top that matched her silk robe. Slowly, she went through the motions of her morning routine; freshening up before heading to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

In the living room, Julie still snored, blissfully unaware of the hangover that awaited her. When Y/n was satisfied with her condition- not covered in puke and still breathing; she went about with cooking, well, putting things into the toaster as quietly as possible. Y/n buzzed around the kitchen, preparing the coffee and then digging frozen waffles out of the freezer, getting a few out of the box. Everything was going as smoothly and as quietly as planned....until the toaster dinged and a groan pained escaped the mass of sheets of her sofa.

After a couple minutes, Julie sat up, still holding the blanket over her head, as if it were a wide brimmed sun hat and not a thick sheet, “Can you be any louder?” She groaned with a despondent pout.

“I can,” Y/n giggled, pouring herself a cup of coffee, “Coffee?”

“More like kill me,” Julie mumbled, stumbling off of the chair, heading towards the bathroom, “The Aspirin better be in it’s usual place,” she continued, as she staggered down the hall.

A while later, she reemerged, looking a little refreshed; her face ridded of smudged make up and smelling less of stale alcohol, “Gimme,” Julie made grabbing motions at the cup of coffee that Y/n had poured her, “Thanks babe,” she smiled, plopping onto the bar stool, snatching a toaster waffle off the plate at the center of the granite counter.

Y/n stood on the other side, returning to her former task; using her fork to swirl bits of waffle around in a little pool of syrup, not really interested eating, “Yeah, no problem,” she smiled, and Julie could tell it was fake; over twenty years of friendship could do that.

Julie sighed, putting her cup down, “Are you mad at me? About last night? God, I must have embarrassed you,” she cringed, “Y/n, I’m so-”

“It’s not you, promise,” Y/n cut of her rambling, “I’m not mad, that’s what sisters are for right?” She winked, trying to smile again.

“Then what’s wrong. And don’t tell me its nothing because that won’t work on me,” when Y/n didn’t respond, Julie persisted, “Please?”

“Ugh,” Y/n groaned, not wanting to talk about it. She felt like a kid for even being upset about it; she and Keanu had spoken for just about half hour, even if he did realize that they hadn’t exchanged contacts, surely he might have already brushed the matter off, “Keanu asked me out.”

“Like on a date?” Julie’s eyes brightened and she sat up a little straighter. The pills seemed to be kicking in already and Julie all but jumped off the stool, reaching over the counter to lightly slap Y/n’s arm, “That great! I knew he’d like you,” though her face quickly fell, “Wait, why’s that bad? Oh god, you don’t like him back, do you?”

“I do,” Y/n reassured her, “He seems great, but, we just.......he doesn’t have my number, I don’t have his. We couldn’t even write each other if we wanted to. He’s probably already forgotten about it anyway, I don't even know why I’m pouting over it.”

“You don’t have his number? That’s the issue?” Julie asked incredulously, “You do realize that this is the twenty-first century and that his address is on the internet, right?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, going to dump the contents of her plate into the trash before washing it, “I’m not going to just show up at his house, I’m not a stalker.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Julie countered, easing off her seat, padding barefoot back into the living room, rummaging through her coat until she produced her phone, “You’d be using technically public information,” she continued, joking around as her fingers danced along the brightened screen.

“There’s a difference between public information and private information that's been leaked by assholes on the internet. Besides, I don’t see you showing up at Leonardo DiCaprio's house and I heard they’re neighbors,” Y/n teased back.

“Yeah, well, I already have a DUI, I don’t wanna add stalking to my criminal record,” Julie, paused dramatically, giving the phone’s face one final tap, “And done!”

“What did you just do?” Y/n traded, suspicion evident in her tone.

Julie shrugged, reclaiming her seat, going back to her syrup-less waffle and cooling coffee, “Just a thing, you can thank me later.”

In his efforts to play it suave and confident, Keanu had completely forgotten to ask for Y/n’s number, which meant that he had a date with a seemingly great girl, but no way to contact her. He could have just asked Julie, he thought, or maybe even, dare he say, scourer the net for something helpful, but Keanu had quickly dismissed the ideas, deciding that they both might come off as weird and desperate.

It was a little disappointing, especially because from the moment Y/n had agreed to go out with him, Keanu had started looking forward to the coming Friday. He had already started thinking of places and everything. Y/n had come off as funny and smart, and admittedly, she was extremely beautiful.

Huffing, he sank further into the back of his sofa, taking a long sip of his scalding hot coffee, his other hand feeling around next to him for the television remote; the news was hardly the jaw dropping entertainment that would take his mind off things. Though, the second he reached for the remote, a couple inches next to it, his phone lit up; vibrating with a couple texts from Julie.

Curiously, he grabbed the device up, swiping it unlocked, a smile spreading onto his face as he read; “Hey, morning. My gal pal just mentioned that you two dorks didn’t exchange numbers (rookie mistake if you ask me), anyway, I’ll send it your way.” The text that followed was, as promised one that linked Y/n’s number, labeled in true ‘Julie style’ as “ma woman”.

Keanu smirked at the screen, wasting no time in adding the number to his phone, under a more fitting, less possessive name. And then, with shaking fingers, he set his coffee on the short, glass table in front of his couch and got to work on conjuring up a text to Y/n.

“Hey.” “Got your number form Jules, hope that isn’t too weird.” “It’s weird isn’t it?” “This is Keanu by the way.” And finally, because four in a row in the span of about two minutes wasn’t weird enough, Keanu sent a fifth; “Reeves. Keanu Reeves. From the party last night.”

Julie had taken the elevator down about an hour after breakfast and Y/n had taken a shower, changing into a pair of comfortable shorts and a tank top; thinking of walking down to the beach for a while. As she mulled over it, Y/n strategically pinned some of her short hair out of her face with a couple bobby pins when on her bed, her phone buzzed, the sound muffled by the mattress.

It was a series of texts from an unknown number and Y/n groaned, annoyed. Of all things; spam. Though, when she opened the messages, Y/n was pleasantly surprised, finding that they were actually from Keanu. Of course Julie wouldn’t let it go.

Anxiously, she tapped up a response, “Hi. No worries, it’s not weird. I’m glad she gave it to you.”

His response was almost instantaneous, “Great! I had a lot of fun talking with you last night. Looking forward to Friday.”

“I did too,” she began, opting to add, “And so am I, heading to the beach for a run, but maybe we can talk later?”

Y/n held her breath for his response, something in her brain telling her that it was a risky response. Did it come of as pushy? Would he think that she was brushing him off? Would he not want to ‘talk later’? Needless to say, college dating had ruined her.

Thankfully, his reply didn’t indicate that her worries had been confirmed, “Sounds great, have fun!”

Bless him for not being a millennial.

Satisfied, Y/n got into her running shoes, grabbing her headphones off her nightstand and set off for her run, beaming because, her date, had in fact, been saved.

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Tagging- @baphometwolf666

#Keanu Reeves #Keanu reeves x reader #Keanu reeves x you #Keanu reeves fanfiction #the one that stays #chapter 2 #fanfiction #fanfic #series #the one that stays chapter 2

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yunsangelic · 5 years ago

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Hey, Im new to the hockey scene and might send you some asks without the anon option in the future (but not right now 'cause I'm still too self conscious) and I read some of your asks in relation to Nolan Patrick and wanted to know if you can explain a bit of his skills for me? I know he is a great player and I can see that the games I've been watching, but I'm too new in this scene and some written help would be awesome. He was the first player who got my attention, he and Sarah Nurse. Thx

First of all take as much time as you need to work up your courage, I get being anxious, but I swear I’m nice even off anon!! Second of all I LOVE Nursey in like one million different ways. Okay and then finally to address your main question, I had to tap into the Big Hockey Brain that belongs to Mara* (@MaraBowden on twitter) because she is THE statistics gal in the Chick Trick Podcast & Website! (CTP twitter link, CTP Website) Also I’m sorry this is gonna be all over the place.

[*Mara’s analyses are based on solely Nolans time in the NHL, mine are based off of his time in the WHL and the NHL]

Okay let’s get started.

The first thing I notice is how focused he is on ice and during games. In his mic’d up videos he’s always talking about what plays could be made next depending on what the opposing players do, which is another thing

He pays attention to what other guys do, on his team and on other teams, what their typical move is, he reads people and plays REALLY very well which is a great skill to have.

That all being said his hockey IQ is, unsurprisingly, high and it’s a skill, according to his dad and uncle-both former players and coaches, he has had since he was kid (x)

He has a very solid, strong shot. From Mara (paraphrased by me): He has a good shot location, consistently put up above average xG numbers (this means expected goals) likely due to the good shot location. He mainly shoots directly in front of the net and from the slot (the slot is the space between the attacking teams faceoff circles) Outside of good shot placement there isn’t much statistically that pops out about him because he has only played 2 NHL seasons and neither of them were the full 82 games. (this part is word for word) “[B]ut I watched some highlights and routinely was like ‘bro that was sick’ which makes me think he’ll figure stuff out more in the future[.]” (Heat map of his shot placement x)

This speaks more to his character but he’s very respectful towards his teammates and coaches (TK doesn’t count, neither does Hak)

He isn’t afraid to put pressure on opponents, especially when battling for the puck!! You can see that he wants it and he’s gonna do what has to be done to get it.

He’s pretty physical for a forward, and definitely isn’t afraid to get into it with another player when they piss him off (*Paris hilton voice* that’s hot)

Watching him stick and puck handle, he’s quick, precise, and efficient. And not to like uwu babie him but he does this thing when he scores where he like “holsters” his stick after he scores and I swear it's so fucking CUTE (he does a bit of handling AND celly-ing in this video here x)

Also, because I have to bring this up, his absence from the Flyers this year wasn’t his first run in with a long term injury in his career (sports hernia, out 3 mos in WHL), and he handled that situation with maturity and level-headedness and I believe he’ll handle his current injury in the same way.

I have noticed that when he’s having a good game and he’s got the swagger everyone saw in Brandon that hes very steady, focused and one or two steps ahead of the game which is where he gets those absolute beautiful goals.

Last bit of stuff here; He follows through on everything he does hockey-wise. Hits, plays, and shots. And he’s extremely vocal, as I mentioned with his teammates he can be heard on the ice, off the ice on the bench, and in practice as well, so he definitely has so much potential to be an all-star and maybe even make people rethink his placement in the draft...... :)

Citations: MoneyPuck.com, all videos are on Youtube.com, nhl.com/flyers, SportsNet, Philadelphia Flyers, Mara’s Brain, My Brain.

#Anonymous #flyers #does this count as a player profile #player analysis #hockey analysis #philadelphia flyers #national hockey league #nolan patrick

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adhd-tea · 4 years ago

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Oh my god, I’ve written something again? YEP!

Here is, falling for you, a spencer reid fic with so many fucking parts dude its insane.

There was a smug look on her face as she sat in the grey and white room. Her hands sat relaxed as they were cuffed to the little bar. She’d been in there for three hours, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Letting her sit, stir give off any indication that she might be guilty. It was a profiler's job after all. She didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking, although the agents behind the two way glass might think differently. Her hair was messy, eyes were blood-shot and she was still in her skimpy pajamas. So she sat, and she waited, they’d be in there any minute now, and judging by her own personality, she guessed they’d bring in the ‘good cop’. And just as she thought a young, skinny guy came in and sat opposite her. “Hey, I’m Doctor Reid, I want to ask you a few questions, Miss…” She noticed that was her cue to talk “Abigail Town, but you knew that, so why lie Doc?” Abigail asked leaning forwards. “I’m the one asking questions” He murmured, he reached in the file he had and brought out three photos, all women, around the age of twenty all with their throats slit. Abigail gagged. “Oh my god...That’s, I was not expecting that” Reid raised his eyebrow “What were you expecting?” He asked curiously “I don’t know, like a gunshot to the head, not their throats slit, like jeez, warn a gal before you show her shit like that” The Doctor sighed and leaned back “Do you know these women?” She shook her head “I mean I probably passed them in the streets at some point but I’ve never talked to them” She explained still not looking directly at the photos incase she threw up “Well, then why don’t you tell me why we found your DNA at the crime scene and direct links all leading back to you” Abigail shrugged “I don’t know, you’re the FBI agent, why don’t you tell me” Reid picked up his files, leaving the photos, before heading out of the room.

Reid walked into the small room with JJ and Morgan. “Did you see how she reacted to the photos, she almost threw up” JJ nodded at Morgan, “Yeah, and look at her now, she’s avoiding the photos at all cost, she’s as pale as a ghost, I don’t think she’s the UnSub” They all sat in silence for a while. “If it’s not her, then who is it?” Spencer asked, Morgan sat up and walked into the room. “Listen kid, we know you didn’t do this, but if you know who did, then you have to tell us” Abigail looked up “C-can you take the photos away please? If I have to look at them any longer I think I’m gonna throw up” Morgan nodded and swiftly collected the photos. “Do you know anyone who could one, try to frame you, and two, kill people?” Abigail thought for a second but shook her head “No, I’m sorry I don’t” Morgan nodded and sighed “It’s okay kid, for your protection we’re gonna keep you at the BAU, if someone is trying to frame you then you could be in danger” Abigail nodded as the handcuffs were taken off of her, “Uh, do you think I could go to my apartment and change?”Morgan looked at her clothes and quickly nodded “Sure Miss Town” Abigail smiled “Please, call me Abi, it’s weird when people refer to me as my last name” Morgan laughed a little bit and opened the door. “Reid, take Abi to her apartment so she can get changed” Reid nodded and grabbed his jacket from his chair.

The ride to Abi’s apartment was quiet, and long. She noticed the young Doctor glance at her countless times. “Want something Doc Oc?” Reid shook his head “N-no… Did you just refer to me as Doc Oc, as in Doctor Octopus?” Abi smiled and nodded “Ah, the genius knows something” Sencer smiled “How’d you know I was a genius?” Abi smiled “I didn’t, I just took a well educated guess based on how you look and you answered my question” Spencer looked dumbfounded, “I- How did you do that?” “Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets, this is my apartment by the way” Spencer stopped the car and the two unbuckled their seatbelts “I’ll be ten minutes” Spencer raised an eyebrow “You’re not going alone” Abi did a double take at him “I’m not?” She questioned “If someone really does wanna harm you, then I need to go in with you” Abi smirked “Trying to see me naked, Doctor Reid” The Doctor stuttered “N-no, I'm just doing my job” Abigail laughed “I know, I’m messing with you, come on”

The two walked up the long winded stairs up to Abigail's apartment, in complete silence. “Okay” Spencer said as they reached the door “I’ll wait out here whilst you change '' Abigail nodded and unlocked the door. “Oh my god!” She screeched staring at the carcass of a cat pinned to her walls. “Abigail?! Are you oka- oh my god” Spencer shouted looking at the same thing that Abi was looking at “S-someone was in my apartment” She whispered in shock, spencer took his gun out of his holster “Abigail, stay here, don’t move” She nodded and watched as spencer walked around her apartment checking if anyone was in it. “It’s okay, you’re okay” A breath fell out of Abi “I think I’m gonna throw up” Without a word she ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast that morning “Here” Spencer said passing a glass of water to her as she sat on the floor “I’ve called the team they’ll be here soon” Abi nodded and downed the glass of water “Thank you” She croaked “Can you, uh, get me some clothes, i think i'm gonna throw up if i stand up” Spencer nodded and hesitantly moved over to her drawers grabbing a shirt and leggings. “Here, I’ll leave you to get changed”

-------Spencers POV---------

I closed the door to the bathroom leaving Abigail to get changed, I hadn’t even noticed the smell of the dead cat before now. This girl, who was twenty two at most, had been falsely arrested, held for three hours, found out someone was trying to frame her, and then finally found the carcass of a dead cat on her wall. I work with serial killers and I still couldn’t bear the sight of the cat. I looked around her apartment for a while, I wasn't snooping, at least not fully. It's this brain of mine, I profile people without even realizing. Her apartment was messy, not messy enough that it's dirty though, more of an organised messy. You could probably ask her where something is and she'll find it. “Reid?” I heard Hotch’s name call out “In here, you might wanna bring in a vet or something” I saw Hotch physically gag at the sight of the cat. “Yeah, I think that's best, where is she?” I nodded my head towards the bathroom. “She’s getting changed after she threw up,” Hotch nodded and waved a few people in the apartment. “Morgans in the SUV downstairs, take her there when she comes out, keep her at the BAU” I nodded and walked back to the bathroom, knocking on the door gently, “Abigail, can I come in?” I asked as softly as I could, I heard a weak “Yeah” From the otherside of the door and opened the door slowly, “Can you stand?” I asked crouching besides her “I think so” I nodded and helped her up, walking her out of her apartment and down to the SUV.

We arrived at the BAU and set her up in the smaller conference room. “Do you need anything, water? Food?” She shook her head and fiddled with her bracelet “No, I’m good, thanks though Doc” I smiled softly and walked out the door “My names Spencer by the way, figured that since we've already seen a dead cat today you might as well know my name” She laughed a little and looked up “Thank you, Spencer.” I smiled again and walked out the room. My name felt weird coming out of her mouth. When I first met her she was, tough, stern and definitely used humour as a coping mechanism but now, she seems more soft and fragile. “Is she okay?” JJ asked me, coming up to me. I sighed and shrugged “I’ll talk to her” I nodded at JJ and sat down at my desk.

------Abigail's POV-----

I sat on the small couch in the office and tried to control my breathing. I hadn’t believed it at first, when Morgan said that someone was out to get me I had practically laughed. But now, now it all seems too real, I’d never seen a dead body before, but within three hours of arriving at the BAU I’d seen so much I’m scared i can never go back to living a ‘normal life’

Spencer was nice. I kind of had him pegged for the nice type when he walked into the interrogation room, wasn’t expecting him to be this cute though. “Abigail, Hey im Jennifer Jareau, you can call me JJ. Can I ask you some questions?” I looked up and noticed a young blonde girl walk towards me “Yeah sure” I whispered, she smiled and took a seat opposite me. “Can you think of anyone, anyone at all that would want to harm you” I thought for a second and suddenly a name popped up in my head “Lydia Parker” I spoke breathlessly “She bullied me as a kid and when I left for college she killed a bird and left in on my doorstep.” JJ nodded and stood up leaving the room.

It was quiet, too quiet for me. Spencer definitely doesn't need company, but I’m gonna go pester him anyway. “Hey” I smiled sitting on the edge of his desk “Hey, how are you feeling?” I shrugged “I feel like I’ve smoked a shit ton of weed and now I’m coming down from my high” He laughed and leaned forwards “Do you like reading?” I shrugged “I don’t really read to be honest” He looked offended to be quite frankly “You don’t read? Come with me” I found myself following the charming doctor through the halls of the BAU and towards the library “You have a library in here?” He smiled and nodded “Yep, everything from Rossi's autobiography to The Hungry Hungry Hippo” I laughed a little and followed him to the back of the library “Here” He said reaching up and grabbing a green book “I think you’ll like it, it’s about a girl who falls in love with someone on the other side of the world, I really enjoyed it” I smiled and flipped through the pages “Thank you Doc Oc” He laughed at the nickname and walked towards two plush chairs in the corner “What’re we doing?” I asked sitting down “According to numerous studies, the best way to calm down anxiety is through reading, and tea, but Garcia hogs the tea so we have none” I found myself laughing more with him. “Thank you, Spence” He smiled and pulled a book out of his bag and the both of us began reading our books.

#spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #criminal minds #jj #Taylor Writes #taylorrulez

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years ago

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Lessons In Love [Part 20]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Marvel Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

Word Count: 1375 // Rating:Mature

Warnings: AU, Chris isn’t famous, Friendship, friends to lovers, violence, guns, stalking, jealousy, featuring bad tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, OC, OFCs, Erin O’Connell, Maria Vega, Friendship, Friends, Friends to lovers, Blossoming Friendship, Violence Stalking, AU, Kidnapping, Angst, Fluff ANger BFFS, Guns Gun Violence, Flirting, Established relationship Sebastian Stan, Trust Issues, Lawyers, Slow Burn, Romance, Cuddling

Summary: She’s never been lucky in love, it’s about t get even worse.

Note: im back bitches. theres 30 parts total, ya gals been busy

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After my day with Seb, I decided to bite the bullet and brave going back to work. Once I got home I had texted Chris who had texted back and told me he would see me after work so we could chat. I could focus better after that. I was so busy at work so I didn’t have time to pay much attention to my own thoughts. Fortunately, I was able to dart from the unit on time and met him out in front of the hospital. He stood by the bench outside of the hospital, his hands in his jeans pockets watching the world go by. I walked up and tapped him on the shoulder causing him to turn around.

‘Hey,’ I said a tad shy. ‘Hey,’ he said. He seemed reserved, completely unlike himself. ‘So do you want me to apologise for being a dick now or later?’ I said with a sad smile. The tension was thick for a moment before Chris chuckled and pulled me in for a hug. ‘You’re not a dick.’ ‘I was a little bit of a dick. I should’ve heard you out.’ ‘Don’t worry about it. I think we should drop it for now,’ he said. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said we started walking to my car as he had got the train from home to meet me, ‘but if you do want help with...this whole thing you can always come to me, Maria or Seb and we’ll help you. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said with a smile, ‘now where are we going?’

After a lovely night at the movies and a small bite to eat in the adjacent mall, I drove Chris home and headed back to mine. I pulled into the drive and climbed out of my car, grabbing my stuff off of the back seat. I climbed onto my porch, my arms were laden with things and fiddled around trying to find my keys. I always locked my car and then threw the keys inside my bag even though I knew I would need them soon after. As I routed around there was a rustle behind me, I was too in my thoughts to notice until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

‘Jesus Christ!‘what did you do that for?! Couldn’t you speak first, give a girl some warning,’ I shouted dropping everything as I was startled by my mystery guest. I whipped around and found them standing behind me looking at me bashfully. ‘Sorry,’ she said straight-faced, ‘can I come in?’ ‘You can if you tell me who you are and what you’re doing here,’ I said, my heart still thumping in my chest from the scare. ‘I’m Eve and I’m here to talk about my husband Tom. I believe you may know him.’ ‘Oh,’ I muttered. ‘Oh indeed. I’ll take coffee. Black, two sugars,’ she said strutting past me into my house. I was flummoxed but regained my composure and collected my things off the floor following her inside.

Whilst she went into my living room and looked around I went into the kitchen, all of a fluster. What the hell was she doing here? Surely if she wanted to punch me she would’ve got it out of the way? I clicked my coffee machine on and went through the motions even though I wasn’t paying much attention. When I got into the lounge she was sitting on my couch, staring out of the window. She was tall and thin with a pretty face though it looked puffy like she’d been crying. I placed her cup of coffee on the table in front of her and took a seat as far as I could that didn’t seem too obvious. I perched on the edge of the loveseat in the corner of the room. I didn’t speak, I just watched her.

‘I bet you are wondering what I’m doing here,’ she mumbled not looking at me. ‘I can gather,’ I said quietly. ‘You’re wrong,’ she said looking at me, ‘I’m not here to yell. I’m not here to fight, I’m just here to ask you to leave us alone.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I asked incredulously ‘I just want to move past this with my family and I don’t think I can unless you step out of the way.’ ‘He’s still spinning lies huh?’ I said huffily. ‘He doesn’t know I know,’ she admitted, ‘and I don’t want him to.’ ‘Wait,’ I said, ‘you know what’s going on?’ ‘You’re having an affair with my husband. There’s not much else I need to know,’ she said snarkily. ‘I’m not, I didn’t,’ I started and she scoffed. ‘Why are you lying?! You have the audacity to pretend when I know that it’s true! I’ve seen the messages, I know he’s here every other night,’ she scoffed. ‘Are you going to let me explain or are you going to huff you’re way through it?’ She looked at me and I was so irked I felt a surge of bravery and I couldn’t stop myself quipping back at her.

She fell quiet, looking down and sipping her coffee and though she didn’t speak I decided it was best I just got on with it and told her the truth so I could get her out of there.

‘I met Tom when he came to work at the hospital where I work. I didn’t know he was married. Honestly, I didn’t,’ she rolled her eyes but I ignored her, ‘we hit it off and we started seeing each other. And I know you want to know how I could be so thick but I don’t know. I was blinded by love and you know how charming he is.’ Her breath hitched as I admitted I had loved him and my heart clenched in my chest. ‘Yeah,’ she said bitterly, ‘enough for you to look past the obvious.’ ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘I’m sure you can understand that.’ ‘How long?’ ‘What?’ ‘The relationship, how long?’ ‘About six months but we’re not together now. We’ve not been together in just as long. I ended it as soon as I found out he was married I ended it.’ ‘How did you find out?’ ‘You came up as a suggested friend believe it or not. You’d added a few of the doctors I have on facebook and your profile picture is you two. Me and my best friend kinda fell down the rabbit hole from there,’ I explained remembering the night we had investigated every inch of her facebook profile. Tom had an old one but every bit of their life was documented on hers. Wedding pictures, pregnancy announcements, baby no 1, baby no 2, holidays and everything in between. I felt sick but I was unable to stop looking at it.

‘You didn’t think to tell me?’ she said. It wasn’t accusing, just sad. ‘It wasn’t my place. Tom knew why I was ending it. Tom knew what he had done. I didn’t want anything more to do with. I wasn't some spiteful woman scorned. I wasn't going to ruin a family deliberately. I told him to tell you, I ended it,’ I said, ‘I tried my best.’ ‘So why is he here then, every night?’ she sniffed. ‘I don’t know. I’ve told him to leave me alone.’ ‘He’s stalking you?’’ she said disbelievingly. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘My friends think so. I didn’t think he was. I just think he’s trying to annoy me, for what I don’t know. To scare me? To show me he loves me? I thought he’d stop by now. I just want him to stop it… maybe if you spoke to him about what you know-’ ‘-No. Absolutely not.’ ‘But if you tell him you know the attraction might wear off. He’s only doing this because he thinks you don’t know anything.’ ‘And that’s how it will stay,’ she said placing her cup down and grabbing her purse, ‘I came here to get you to leave him alone. You have. He can’t know I know.’ ‘Are you afraid of him?’ I asked. ‘I want to keep my family together,’ she said and with that, she left. I collapsed into the loveseat, fatigued.

#My writing #Lessons in Love #Chris Evans #chris evans fic #chris evans x erin oconnell #Erin O'Connell #eve hiddleston #sebastian stan #friends #friendship #fluff #angst

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two: Candy Apple Red ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

“How did I let you talk me into this again…?”

Hinata just giggles into a yukata sleeve. “To be fair, you didn’t really put up much of a fight. I just asked! And then you scoffed...and said you guessed you could go with me.” Pale eyes close as she beams up at him. “You know, despite your answer...you really don’t seem t-that unhappy about being here, Sasuke-kun.”

“Tch…” Glancing aside with closed eyes of his own, the younger Uchiha brother manages to quell the urge to smile. “I suppose you make it tolerable.”

Looking both superbly pleased and coyly knowing, Hinata just continues down the aisle of festival stalls. Both hands cling loosely to a small bag she’s keeping her spending money in, looking over the attractions mildly. Sasuke, on the other hand, keeps his hands in his sleeves with crossed arms, his own expression more haughty than curious.

At least they haven’t run into -

“Oi, teme!”

...damn it.

Hinata turns to look first, perking up as she spots the other duo. “Naruto-kun! Sakura-chan!”

The blond and rosette approach with matching smiles. “Konbanwa, Hinata-chan!” Sakura chirps in reply. Jades give Sasuke a teasing glance, daring to poke his arm with a slender finger. “Looks like you got the troll out of his cave, eh?”

He just gives his ex-teammate a halfhearted glare.

“It’s good for you to get out sometimes, teme!” Naruto agrees, hands on his hips.

“I get out plenty. It’s called work.”

“And work isn’t the only thing you should get out of the house for,” Sakura rebukes, her own arms folding with a curt nod. “You need to socialize! Have a little fun!”

“I do plenty of that at home, with my family.”

“I mean besides them!”

Naruto can’t help a chuckle. “That niece’n’nephew a’yours are sure cute! They’re, what...two now? Three?”

“Nearly three.” There’s a slight puff of pride to Sasuke’s chest and his tone of voice. “They’re growing fast.”

An elbow digs lightly into his ribs, Naruto’s blond brows wiggling. “Think they need a couple’a cousins?”

“I’m not even married,” Sasuke deadpans.

“Well, neither was -”

“Those were entirely different circumstances,” is the cut in reply, clearly hackled at the topic. “I’d rather do things a bit more...stably. If I do so at all.”

Pale eyes glance to him from their corners, fingers fidgeting a bit.

“Yeah, yeah...I was just kiddin’, teme! No need to get all defensive!”

“Why don’t you two go try a game? Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“Heh, I’ll duel ya! Whoever wins our gal a prize first, wins!”

“Tch, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Try me!”

Sakura heaves a heavy sigh. “Does everything have to be a competition with you two…?”

“What else are rivals for?” Naruto crows, tugging Sasuke along despite his clearly-disgruntled expression. “C’mon, we’ll do the dart throwing one!”

“Says the dobe who was always dead last in shuriken practice.”

Watching them go, Hinata smiles warmly, expression not unnoticed by Sakura.

“So,” she muses, giving the Hyūga a look to rival her boyfriend’s to Sasuke. “What is going on with you two, eh?”

Pale cheeks dust pink. “W...what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! How serious are things with him?”

The pink goes darker. “T-that’s -!”

Sakura laughs. “Kidding, kidding! I won’t butt in!” Her wide grin slowly sobers. “...I’m just glad to see him look happy for once. At least,” she laughs, “before we showed up.”

“Oh, he wasn’t -”

A wave of a hand stills her to silence. “It’s no secret things are still a little...touchy between us all,” the medic admits. “And...well, none of us can be blamed. A lot’s changed since we were genin. And though there’s been improvement...it can’t be expected to heal that fast. But at least he’s doing better. A lot of that is thanks to you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” Hinata replies, looking sheepish. “I just...you know…”

“Don’t sell yourself short! He’s tempered a lot since getting to know you better. You’re good for him.” A pause. “...better than I’d have ever been.”

Feeling a little awkward, Hinata’s head ducks slightly. “I...I guess we were all just...c-chasing after the wrong person, weren’t we?”

Hearing Naruto groan loudly in defeat, Sakura can’t help a snort. “...I guess we were.”

It’s then the boys return, Naruto empty-handed and Sasuke handing Hinata a small plush cat of lilac fabric. “It looked like your color.”

“Thank you! It’s so cute…”

Sakura folds her arms, looking critically to her boyfriend. “So, your loss is mine too, eh?”

“S-sorry, Sakura-chan…”

Jades roll in their sockets, gently punching his shoulder. “You can buy me dinner instead.”

“Speaking of, should we all get s-something to eat?” Hinata suggests, plush hugged to her chest.

“Sure!” Apparently already over his melancholy, Naruto points. “Something smelled really good down that way before we found you guys!”

“We technically already ate,” Sasuke admits.

“Well, we can get some dessert instead!”

Lips purse ever so slightly. “...I don’t like sweets…”

Outvoted, Sasuke follows as the rest make their way toward the food stalls. While Sakura and Naruto peruse more meal-like options, Hinata oggles some sugary confections with starry eyes. Eventually she settles on a candied apple. “At least it has some fruit...right?”

Sasuke just snorts. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“Hey, I haven’t baked anything all week!” she sniffs in reply. “I deserve it.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

They wander a bit as she nibbles, the other couple ahead and discussing what attraction to try next. Blinking owlishly, Sasuke gives his date a checking glance. Though not yet finished, her lips are dyed a bright red from her treat.

The corner of his own flicker. “...you’ve got a little something there.”

“Eh?”

Ducking around in front of her, Sasuke murmurs, “...here,” before giving her a chaste kiss.

Stiffening with a small sound of surprise, Hinata has no time to react before he pulls away. “W-what -?”

He just smirks at her, tongue roving over his own mouth and clearing up syrup. “You’ve got sugar all over your lips.”

“...b-but you said you don’t like sweets!”

“Some are...tolerable,” he replies evasively. There’s another lean, brushing her brow to his and feeling the heat of her blush. “...I like you, after all. Doesn’t get much sweeter than that.”

Completely at a loss, Hinata flounders like a fish out of water as he straightens, back to looking nonchalant.

It’s then the other pair look back, hesitating at her expression. “...Hinata-chan?” Naruto asks. “You feelin’ okay?”

“F...fine,” is her mumbled reply, head ducking as Sakura just smiles coyly.

“Don’t worry about it, Naruto,” she advises, urging him back around. “Let’s go get ready for the fireworks, okay?”

Still flustered, Hinata looks to her apple before taking another bite.

Maybe she’ll get another kiss...

Woo, day two! And just before midnight, ahaha! Had a long day afk so no time to write until now, whoops! This prompt stumped me for a bit before I finally got this lil idea! I thought it was pretty cute~ And a little NaruSaku was thrown in to help balance it out. I always write that ship as a companion to SasuHina. I think they make a better quad that way! I'm a sucker for writing festival settings - there's a lot of possibilities for little cute moments...like this one! Sasuke claims he isn't a fan, but...he'll indulge Hinata to make her happy. And he can still enjoy himself in other ways, huehue~ Anyway, that's it for today! Hope y'all enjoyed, and I'll see you tomorrow! Thanks, as always, for reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #sasuhina #narusaku #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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