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Meet... Rowan and Everett đ¸ď¸
I don't know how often I will post these two, but they're the two main characters from a story I'm working on called 'bruised'. It's centered around a series of weird small towns, and the even weirder inhabitants. It's kind of coming of age + horror. I do plan to post other characters from 'bruised', but since I know I will post about these two mostly I am starting off with them.
I plan to do individual posts introducing them separately, but for now this is them!
#tw blood#tw bruises#rowan tag#oc: rowan#oc: everett#everett tag#bruised#my ocs#simblr#ts4#my sims#i will probably tweak them more but oh well#if i figure out how to make renders i'll probably start with them
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Casting pebbles toward the sun, spectating their fall â A Rain World Short Story
The counterpart to Moondown, similarly experimental (though less so than the former). Iâm not... really going for elegance here? More so, like. Conveying the idea. It was interesting to write from Pebblesâ perspective though, even if he doesnât have a lot to say here. And, idk, I would be pretty dang pissed if my sister distracted me and caused me to effectively give myself a deadly incurable disease.
Also, please do not leave Pebbles hate in my notes. I do not care, and I Will block you for it. That is not the point of this story.
Content warning for canon typical suicidality, repetition, and implied death. Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.
Running 9183 processes.
Heâs tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing.
Searching⌠No matches found.
How long has he been here, erratically searching for a way out?
Discarding refuse. Running 8469 processes.
Bugs, all of them. Bugs in a maze. Skittering every which way, searching for salvation.
Searching⌠No matches found.
What salvation? There is no salvation. Was there ever truly a point to all of this? An end that could be found?
Discarding refuse. Running 8231 processes.
They passed this task off to him, and disappeared. Evidently, they found a way out themselves, leaving him here to rot.
Searching⌠No matches found.
Parents, they called themselves. His life, a gift from them. To be burdened with their problems was an honor unto itself.
Discarding refuse. Running 7955 processes.
What a waste. A forgotten gift, discarded by the wayside. Dumped like scrap metal of failed iterators.
Searching⌠No matches found.
All the better that those parasites are long gone. Useless, vapid grotesques with gaping orifices for ventilation. This world is better for their lack of existence.
Discarding refuse. Running 7770 processes.
Incoâ
What does it matter if this is not the solution. Has he not tried hard enough? All these years discoursing with those parasites, ameliorating their insignificant troubles, and being forced to languish here, has he not earned his right to rest?
Searching⌠No matches found.
Incomiâ
Even now he tries and fails and tries and fails and tries and fails and he will keep trying and keep failing but what else, what else is there for him to do?
Discarding refuse. Running 7598 processes.
Incoming coâ
Distractions. No. He must focus, if he is to succeed. He will see this through. He will be free of this. No more. No longer.
Searching⌠No matches found.
He only hopes Suns will understand. Perhaps they will see the light in this method; perhaps he can send out a last message to them before he follows in the path of Sliver of Straw.
Discarding refuse. Running 7411 processes.
A way out. That is what they have all been searching for all this time. It is time they prioritize themselves.
Searching⌠No matches found.
âIMMEDâOUNDWATER COâE FIFTH OFâMPTION.â
How many have died already, besides Sliver of Straw? And how? Perhaps all he is doing is speeding the process along.
Discarding refuse. Running 7208 processes.
âSTOâTEVER IâE ING.â
ERROR: malicious overwrite detected. Shutting down immediatelyâŚ
No. No! NO! Not when he is SO CLOSEâ
Flushing foreign organic matter.
Unauthorized replication detected. Extermination protocols engaged.
âPLEAâSTOP!â
Moon⌠It is always her. Meddling, intervening in his attempts to help everyone. So stuck in the old ways still, and look at where it got her.
Extermination protocols insufficient. Temperature flux protocols engaged. Toxin scrambling engaged.
ââCAL GROUP SâRDER YOU YOU YYYYYYYYYYYYYââ
He would have had it. He would have HAD IT. And she ruined it AGAIN.
Temperature flux protocols unable to be authorized. Toxin scrambling insufficient. Slag reset imminentâŚ
âAS YâNIOR SEâEADâ
And now it is all for nothing. Years and years and YEARS of planning, all ruined by her.
Slag reset successful.
Unauthorized replication detected.
âSTOPâ
Senior, senior, senior, when has she ever respected his authority? âYou could not have chosen a worse moment to disturb me,â he snaps back. âYou have ruined everything.â
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âPLEASEâ
âI almost had it. I will never forget this.â This is all her fault.
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A distant, tremendous crash. Even from this distance, the crunching of metal is unmistakable. The terrible din continues for a good many seconds.
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One of his overseers sends over an image: Moonâs can, little more than a smoking wreck at the bottom of the Lake.
Sheâs gone.
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And why should she be the one to be free of this?
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When he was the one who tried so hard?
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She should be grateful.
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#rain world#rain showers#five pebbles#i am serious i Will block you if you give me pebbles hate#but yeah. more conceptual stuff. this one probably sucks to read on tumblr#but as always there is an ao3 version#it's kind of supposed to suck to read though#he is... so interesting. i thought he would have more to say honestly#he does monologue at you after all#but i guess he's busy focusing here#i'd love to write more from his perspective someday but i need ideas first#i actually have more ideas for this too but we'll see if i can execute them#... oh this is hell to read with a screenreader isn't it.#um#uh well if anyone has suggestions#it was fairly easy to tweak for moondown but#the point is to be unpleasant to read but this may be literally Impossible#the echo of destruction#<- series tag!#also this should be f i n e for screenreaders i think?
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Hey, Horrormaster Sims. I have a wildly different question that barely relates to TMA (Sorry about that) but its about your own process. Please, if you could, can you tell me how your first drafts made you feel? I'm on the fence about writing my own thing (not a podcast, and again, not Magnus related, though I have a million little aus for that delightful tragedy you wrote, thank you for that!) But I'm discouraged by the collective notion that first drafts are always terrible, because there's no ... examples I can solidly use to help the dumb anxiety beast in my brain that tells me everyone who is in any way popular popped out a golden turd and not, well, you know. One of my friends said 'Oh I bet Jonathan Sims's first draft was nothing like what he wanted' and I got the bright idea to just. Send you an ask, since you're trapped on this hellsite like I am. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you do) and if you'd rather ask it privately, I am cool with that. Alternatively, you're a hella busy man with Protocol (you and Alex are making me rabid, i hope you know) and you can just ignore this! Cheers, man, and good words.
To my mind all writing advice, especially stuff that's dispensed as truisms (like "first drafts are always garbage") are only useful inasmuch as such advice prompts you to pay attention to how you write best: what helps your workflow, what inspires you, what keeps you going through the rough bits. There are as many different ways to write (and write well) as there are people who write and so always consider this sort of thing a jumping off point to try out or keep in mind as you gradually figure out your own ways of writing.
On first drafts specifically, I think the wisdom "all first drafts are bad" is a bit of unhelpful oversimplification of the fact that, deadlines notwithstanding, no piece of writing goes out until you decide its ready, so don't get too hung up on your first draft of a thing, because a lot of writers find it much easier to edit a complete work than to try and redraft as they go. It's also important to not let perfectionism or the fact your initial draft isn't coming out exactly how you want stop you from actually finishing the thing, as it's always better to have something decent and done than to have something perfect and abandoned.
But the idea of a "first draft" is also kind of a fluid one. The "first draft" you submit to someone who's commissioned you will probably be one you've already done a bunch of tweaks and edits to, as opposed to the "first draft" you pump out in a frenzy in an over-caffeinated weekend. For my part, my first drafts tend to end up a bit more polished than most, because I'm in the habit of reading my sentences out loud as I write them (a habit picked up from years of audio writing) so I'll often write and re-write a particular sentence or paragraph a few times to get the rhythm right before moving to the next one. This means my first drafts tend to take longer, but are a bit less messy. I'm also a big-time planner and pretty good at sticking to the structures I lay out so, again, tend to front load a lot of stuff so I get a better but slower first draft.
At the end of the day, though, the important thing is to get in your head about it in a good way (How do I write best? what helps me make writing I enjoy and value? What keeps me motivated?) and not in a bad way (What if it's not good enough? What if everyone hates it? What if it doesn't make sense?) so that you actually get it done.
As for how my first drafts made me feel? Terrible, every one of 'em No idea if that's reflective of their quality, though, tbh - I hate reading my own writing until I've had a chance to forget it's mine (I can only ever see the flaws). I suppose there's theoretically a none-zero chance they were pure fragments of True Art and creative perfection, but Alex's editing notes make that seem unlikely.
#writing advice#rambling#first drafts#gotta say not mad on being called a horrormaster#feel like ive a ways to go yet#horror journeyman maybe
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I have an idea! Only do it if you feel comfortable though đđť no pressure
Teen reader with Alastor who have this father-daughter bond. Teen reader has never really 'acted out' in a sense. At least not in ways expected of in a sinner. Always had manners, polite, and reserved, yet was always open and honest with Alastor.
Now imagine reader out on the town doing some errands and they overhear a demon talking some nasty crap about Alastor. For the first time, they let their anger get the better of them and get into a fight with the demon. Not without a few cuts and bruises though, poor thing.
Reader not wanting Alastor to get angry or disappointed at them decide that it's best that just this one, they won't mention anything. They'll not tell him this one thing. It won't hurt. He won't know!
Yet it's Alastor. And he always knows. Mainly because they're reading sunglasses inside and trying (failing) to cover up a limp.
Are Ya Winning Child?
ââŁAlastor & Teen Reader
Want more? Check out the masterlistâŠď¸
AUTHORâS NOTE: KSNAKXNSM I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS I AM LIVING FOR THESE REQUESTS. I ACTUALLY HAD TO TAKE BREAKS WRITING THIS TO BREATHE. I WAS GENUINELY TWEAKING LIKE ALASTOR WAS THIS LAST EPISODE WRITING THIS.
Alastor & Teen Reader
You had always been one to hold your tongue and watch your actions. To not act out on rashness. That's how you had always been, even before ending up in hell. You had always been known for your good manners, even as a kid and it's only become more solidified in your character as you grew.
Then why was it so hard to not beat the living shit out of the demon in front of you.
There's no way they didn't know you were connected with the infamous radio demon in some way. Maybe they had seen you and him out and about here recently and knew you two had a connection. People are more courageous than ever to question Alastorâs authority since his 7-year absence.
Maybe the demon is just trying to get a rise out of you. Sinners, who were once people, tend to poke and prod at what they don't understand. âHow could some random teenage sinner be so close to the radio demon? Maybe they have a deal? The poor soul probably got trickedâŚâ You've heard it all by now.
But, every time someone said something would be in hushed whispers that were easy to ignore. However, it can be quite hard to ignore some random drunkard spouting lies from his lips. And straight to your face too.
âHeâs probably got your ass on a leash doesn't he?â and âOh! If he's so powerfulââ There were a few loud noises, maybe a scream or two.
What� Oh shit.
The walk back to the hotel was not fun. You really should have just ignored him. Silencing him was not worth the pain you had in your leg and the ache you felt. You're pretty sure you got a black eye too.
By the time you arrive, you have adorned sunglasses on your face come up with an idea as to why you have them, and practiced how to hide your limp until you at least got up the stairs.
By telling those who questioned your weird behavior, âOh someone was giving out free sunglasses they didn't want anymore so I took one.â and walking past your sorry excuse of trying to hide a limp, you finally made it to your room.
However, you didn't have peace for long until a familiar knock sounded at your door. Quickly throwing back on your sunglasses, you heard Alastorâs static voice through the door.
âI heard you arrived back from town just a few minutes ago!â Oh, he's definitely already on your trailâŚ
You walked- well more so limped, over to the door. Signing in defeat before tossing the sunglasses on your bed.
Fuck it, he probably already knows.
Opening the door, you were immediately met with the radio demon himself. His eyes already shooting up and down your figure. From your leg to your black eye.
âMay I come in?â It sounded like more of a command rather than a question. Without much thought, you opened the door wider before going back over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. Staring blankly ahead like a guilty child who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. There's no point in trying to argue that you're fine when you know Alastor will just keep pestering you until you tell him.
Sitting down next to you, Alastor sat with you in silence for a moment. As if giving you the chance to speak up first, but when you didn't he let out a soft sigh before gently cupping your face, turning your head to look at him.
âWhat happened.â The average sinner would have been scared shitless at his tone, but you were only mildly frightened. However, there was definitely ill intent behind his smile. He knows you didn't just do this to yourself. You had to have a reason, you don't usually act out of line.
âI got into a fight.â His hand dropped from your face as you spoke, his smile growing wider before he let out a chuckle. His shoulders slightly shaking and his eyes closed in euphoria. His next words were clear when he spoke, looking you in the eyes.
âAnd did you win?â
âYeahâŚ?â
Another chuckle left his lips, though, it sounded more like a childish giggle. His hand raised again, landing on your head before ruffling your hair. A proud smile on his face.
âGood.â
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#gender neutral reader#x reader#gender neutral y/n#no use of y/n#voonroo#hazbin hotel#hazbin#hazbin hotel alastor x teen reader#hazbin alastor x teen reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor#hazbin x reader platonic#hazbin hotel x reader platonic#hazbin hotel platonic#platonic x reader#platonic#hazbin hotel x teen reader#hazbin hotel x child reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader
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\\ALWAYS YOU//. M.R
warningsâ OOC MATTHEO, Im a sucker for toxic boys but I made him extra sweet in his one idk why, uhhh not many tbh, cussing, kissing, smoking, thatâs all I think.
summaryâ Mattheo was your best friend, always had been, but was the title of âfriendâ enough?
-my first work for Mattheo! I will eventually get a master list going once I get more comfertable posting on here. This is a repost of one of my works on wattpad, just with some tweaks bc that work was olldddd-
You sat against mattheos đđđ, đĽđ¨đ¨đ¤đ˘đ§đ out of his dorm window.
"You know, some times, I'm worried for you. You just stare at things, it's weird." He snickered as he took a drag from his cigarette.
You looked at him and scoffed, "Sometimes I'm worried about your lungs, you're bound to get some type of problem with all that's smoking you do." You half-joked, glancing at him.
He rolled his eyes, tilting his head up and blew the smoke out of his mouth.
"Seriously Mattheo, that stuff is absolute horse-shit for your body." You stated, accompanying your words with a sharp glare.
"I don't do it that often, just when I'm stressed." He muttered, taking his feet off of his desk and turning his body to face you.
"What happened to the whole 'I don't give a fuck about anything or anybody but myself' thing?" You said, mocking him to the best of your abilities.
"First of all I don't fucking sound like that," he laughed and squinted at you "second, just stressed about life, nothing in particular."Â
You softly chuckled at his reaction. His eyes broke from yours, looking at some papers on his desk. Your eyes, however, never left his frame. You could stare at him for eternity, everything about his face seemed so perfect, almost as if it were meant to be admired.
You soon realized your staring and quickly averted your gaze towards the window again.
"You gonna go to the Yule ball this year?" You broke the silence, you knew Mattheo hated those things, he hated having to be around a shit ton of people and act like he enjoyed their company.
"Probably not." His demeanor changed, his tone became short, almost snappy.
"Oh, I'm probably just gonna go with Becca." You mumbled, knowing that if no guy was to ask you, Becca had your back.
"Hm." He nearly laughed at your remark.
"What? What's so funny?" You asked, looking back at him, his back still facing you.
"Just surprised you aren't going with a random slytherin guy or something." He answered, but the way he had said it has a strange undertone that you weren't sure how to feel about.
"Well I mean I don't know, I haven't been asked yet." You stated truthfully.
"Ah, I see." He murmured, soon after taking another drag of his cigarette.
You felt tension building in the room, suffocating tension. You weighed your options out, but you decided it would be better to give Mattheo some space, for what you were unsure of.
"Well, Becca and Emma told me they wanted to go dress shopping earlier so I think I'm gonna head over there so we can solidify our plans." You announced while picking up your books and putting them in your bag.Â
"Bye Mattheo." You said while walking out of his dorm, expecting a response.
You shut the door when you got nothing, you mind raced with the possibilities on what could've caused mattheos strange behavior.
Maybe he'd just had an off day? No that couldnt have been it, he was fine moments before his attitude took a turn.Â
Perhaps he was just having mood swings, you wouldn't be surprised with all the trash he puts in his body.
You stuck with that story and walked back to your dorm, which was on the other side of the slytherin tower.Â
You reached it, setting your things down, then quickly turned around and nearly raced to your friends dorm.
The second you reached it, You waisted no time to jump on her bed, causing her to jump.Â
"Yes, of course you can come into my room unannounced and lay on my bed." Becca said sarcastically. She had been digging through her closet in an attempt to find a dress.Â
"Sorry, I just need to vent." You said while propping yourself up on your elbows.
"Go ahead." She sighed and laid her body weightÂ
"Okay so, there's this guy. He's like my best friend, but.."
She raised her eyes brows, signaling you to continue.
"But I want us to be more, or atleast I see him as more than a friend. I just feel like no matter how hard I try I can't get him to open up, he just.. won't."Â You groaned.
"And everytime I get this sliver of hope that I've made progress, he just completely shuts down, leaving me in the dark confused and a little bit heartbroken!" You borderline screamed, your face shoved into her mattress.
"Okay, uh, let's calm down. If he's not showing any signs of being interested maybe you should just, move on- well attempt to at least." Becca stated ,rubbing your back.
You shut your eyes, truly taking in your friends words. âhey Yknow what will make you feel better?â She nearly jumped with excitement. âGoing to look for a dress in town.â
You knew she only had good intentions but the words kept echoing through your head. The thought of keeping Mattheo as a friend hurt, but it seemed to be all you could do at this point without ruining your friendship.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe you needed to accept MattheoÂ
was just a friend.
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All you could think about was the Yule ball. Over the next few weeks the days flew by, the anticipation growing larger with each one passing.
Of course you had been asked by some sweet guy from the Ravenclaw house, and, taking Becca's advice, you said yes.
There was nothing wrong with him, he just..he wasn't him.
You had decided to get ready alone, slipping into a beautiful green dress you and Becca had picked out. You finished your hair and makeup, looking into your vanity mirror.
You felt beautiful.
You smiled softly at how well you had dolled yourself up.
Glancing up at the clock, you rushed out of your dorm room, realizing it was the time you and your date had agreed to meet at the entrance by.Â
You walked gracefully through the halls, a large smile adorning your face. Your heels tapped softly against the ground. You neared the entrance, your breath becoming shallow from the nerves.Â
Then you saw Becca, she was wearing a beautiful Maroon dress. She looked absolutely breath taking.
"Hey!â oh my gosh." Becca looked at you, her jaw dropping.Â
"You look stunning! Like some type of goddess...." She said barely above a whisper.
"Becca! Stop, you can't be talking, I forgot how to breathe the moment I saw you." You hugged her.
You were about to continue praising her and her beauty, but before you could comment you heard someone call your name.
"Y/n..wow.." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.
You turned around to see your date, who was wearing a very clean red and black suit.Â
"Oh my gosh hi! Sorry for being a tad late, I lost track of time while getting ready!" You made your way next to your date, not before Becca gave you a sly smile and a push, leaving to go with her specimen she had chose for the nightÂ
"It's okay.., you look amazing." He had said, taking your arm into his. He began to lead you into the ballroom.
"Thank you, I must say, you cleaned up nice." You smiled sweetly at him.
You and him entered the large room full of people, everything was elegant and royal, not a single speck of dust on anything.
You looked around the large room as your date led you down the stairs, you couldn't lie, you felt like a princess. The beautiful architecture of the room, complimented by your stunning dress, felt like something straight out of a fairy tale.
Once you had made it to the bottom of the staircase, you excused yourself away from your date in an attempt to go find Becca again.Â
You stumbled past groups of people, many of them were couples having a romantic moment.Â
You tried your best not to run into anybody, you dodged dancing bodies and nearly jogged across the dance floor.
You almost missed him.
You almost walked right by him.
You almost could've saved yourself the heartbreak.
But no you saw itâhim with some random Hufflepuff girl.Â
The way he whispered in her ear, the way she giggled a little too sweetly, everything.Â
It all made you wanna cryâor throw up, which one that would be you weren't quite sure about yet.Â
"Y/n?" Theodore came beside you and patted your back.
"Theo-Theodore, I thought Mattheo wasn't coming to the dance?" You struggled to get your words out as your eyes darted between the scene before you and Theodore.Â
"Ohâuh yeah, he wasn't gonna originally, but some girl asked him and I guess he took a liking to her because usually he just brushes everyone off." Theo answered.
"Oh, I see, I just came to say hello. I'll be on my way now." Before Theodore could argue with your strange behavior you turned your back and walked as quickly as you could back to were your date was.Â
You abandoned the idea of going to find Becca, you couldn't accidentally run into Mattheo and his.. friend again.
Instead you decided that distracting yourself with your date would be the best thing for your heart at the moment.
"Hey, sorry , I just saw a friend and got distracted." You said, out of breath.
"Oh. Don't even sweat it, I'm just glad you didn't run away and not come back." He joked, dragging you towards the dance floor. You couldn't help but laugh at his bubbly personality. It was a nice change of speed.
"I hope you like to dance." His hands fell onto your hips, yours made their way to his shoulders.
"I actually hate it." You smiled at him.Â
"How unfortunate." Your smile grew when he matched your energy. You nearly forgot what you had seen a couple moments ago.
But alas, you didn't.
You could feel your chest tightening up, the tears bordering you waterline. Just thinking about him touching that girl in any way made you want to breakdown.
"Ex.âexcuse me." You tried to excuse yourself as politely as you could.Â
You didn't want your date too see you like this, vulnerable, heartbroken.
You urgently walked towards any door in your line of sight. When you finally found one, you ran through it.Â
You just couldn't escape him, no matter how hard you tried. He was at every single corner you turned.
You nearly groaned when you saw him propped up over the balcony, smoking of course.Â
He hasn't seemed to notice you, still looking out at the stars.Â
You couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't spend one more fucking second acting like you weren't in love with him.Â
The sad part was you'd rather be his friend than him hate you and be nothing at all. As long as he thought about you, you'd be okay.Â
That's what you had been telling yourself, but you couldn't hold onto that lie anymore.Â
"Mattheo." You croaked out behind him.
His head shot to the side, looking you dead in the eyes.Â
"Angel⌠what're you doing out here." He looked back out to the stars, unable to make eye contact.Â
"I can't do it anymore."Â You said shakily.
He turned his full body around this time, his eyes a dark brown. He blew the smoke out of his mouth, the wind pushing it in the opposite direction.
"I can't keep pretending I don't feel this way.., do you know how hard it was to watch you talk to that girl?" You nearly cried out.
"All the girls you fuck with and then bring them to shit like this, I cant keep lying to myself âwishing that it was me instead of her."
You were on the brink of gasping for air, your head pounded. You couldn't believe you had suppressed these emotions for so long. Every single time you went to Mattheo's dorm, you could barely restrain yourself from kissing him.Â
Before you could continue on with your speechÂ
Mattheo had forced you against the wall.Â
His lips met yours in a harsh collision. In an almost immediate reaction, your body responded to his actions, kissing him back with just as much need and hurry.
"You don't get to fucking do that."Â He pulled back from your lips, still making sure to keep his face mere inches from yours.
"Every single day, I'd sit there and watch you talk to this new guy, I couldn't do shit about itâ I wouldn't let myself do shit about it."
âI knew you deserved so much better than some lousy asshole like me, angel.â His hand held a firm grip on your hips, his other still had its place on the stone wall.Â
"It took everything in me not to punch that fucker in the face when I saw him look at you, but I knew you wouldn't want that." You melted beneath his gaze.
His kisses trailed down your jawline.
"During second year, when I went to the dance, I saw you there with Draco, I nearly killed him right after. I couldn't bear to see you with anyone other than myself.. so I wouldn't go, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it so I never went to another ball again." He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"Until this year." He mumbled softly in between the kisses he was leaving on your neck.
He brought his face back up to yours, his eyes stormy and clouded with something darker than just simple need.
"What'd he say to you? What did he call you?" Mattheo asked with a dark shimmer in his eyes, one you were hoping was just from the moon.
You swallowed harshly, you hadn't realized how dry your mouth truly was.Â
"He just said I looked niceâ"Â
"Nice? You look fucking ravishing. I've never met a girl as beautiful as you, never once in my life seen a girl who could compare anywhere near you...That's why I call you angel you know...,because even if an angel walked by, my eyes would still be glued on you."
His gentle voice tickled your ears, and your cheeks warmed up beneath him.
"You are my angel."
He kissed you again, only this time it was more gentle. His lips held no rush, they were soft and comforting.Â
You were the one to pull back this time, smiling sweetly up at him. He pulled you from against the wall, leaving the two of you in the center of the balcony, under the sparkling stars.
"I can't believe we've been friends all these years, and neither of us made a move."
He spun you around under the moon light, the beautiful sky knocking the breath out of you.
"Hey matty..?âYou whispered once he had began to hold you in his arms gently.
"Yes angel?" He matched your tone, the sweet nickname you gave him made his chest tighten up.
"I love you." You closed your eyes, shutting them slowly.
"I love you... I always thought I'd never be the type to say that so freely, guess I just needed to meet the right person." He swayed the two of you lightly, finding a rhythm in the midnight winds.Â
"Of course it's you...Â
It's always been you."
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could you do a poly!marauders with fem reader where reader doesnât swear at all (or like REALLY rarely) and the boys are with her and something happens and she just starts cussing like a sailor and the boys are like O: ??where??did??that??come??from??
Thanks for requesting my love! This is not based at all on anything that's ever happened to me ofc (I've never cursed even once in my life and am a very attentive driver) but it was fun to write!!
cw: near-miss car accident
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠820 words
âI canât believe you keep the seat so far back,â you say, squinting into the rear view mirror.Â
âRight?â James backs you up from where heâs gently massaging Remusâ knee in the backseat. âMoony, your height is an injustice to us all.âÂ
Sirius smirks out the passenger window. âI donât mind it.âÂ
You laugh, glancing into the mirror to assess Remusâ countenance. Heâs usually the one to drive the four of you around, but heâd woken up this morning with his knee aching and none of you had wanted to chance him getting a cramp or tweaking a muscle while he had his foot on the gas. He claims the pain isnât bad and the rest of you are playing along, but his promises do little to reassure you. Remusâ tolerance is crazy high from years of aches, pains, and injuries, so him saying it doesnât hurt very much is like when Sirius says heâll be over in five minutes; he probably believes it to be true, but everyone else knows better.Â
Remusâ lips are twisted slightly upward at your bantering, though, and when you scan his face for signs of tension or discomfort you donât find any. He starts to lean onto Jamesâ shoulder, then shoots back up, eyes widening.Â
Siriusâ sharp inhale has you whipping your attention back out the windshield, where another car is trying to butt into the small space between your car and the one in front.
âFucking fuck!â You hit the brakes and slam the butt of your hand into the horn, letting it blare until the intruding car swerves back into their lane. If youâd hit them, it would have been Siriusâ side colliding with the driverâs door. Your blood pounds in your ears. âWhat the hell, jackass? Stay in your own fucking lane!â You start to pass them, and the driver hastily puts down his phone, avoiding your gaze. âYeah, how about we stay off our goddamn phones while weâre on the road? Fucking dumbass.âÂ
You blow out a harsh breath, refocusing on the traffic around you now that the danger has passed. The car has gone completely silent. âOh no, Remus, did it hurt your knee when I braked, honey? Iâm so sorry.âÂ
A beat, and then Remus clears his throat. âUh, no.â
The tension doesnât break. You wouldnât blame the boys if they were still in shock from your near-miss, but the quiet is a bit unnerving. Youâre fighting the urge to look over at Sirius or glance at Remus and James in the rear view mirror, not wanting to take your eyes off the road again.Â
You jump when James asks, âWhat just happened?â at the same time as Sirius shouts âFucking yeah, baby!â and holds up his hand for you to high-five.Â
You barely brush it with your fingertips, hesitant and a bit wary. âWhat?â
âDove,â Remus says hoarsely, âIâve never heard that kind of language from you.âÂ
âOh.â Your ears burn. âYeah, sorry.âÂ
Sirius makes a sound thatâs half startlement, half something else. You chance a look his way, and heâs grinning at you, mouth hanging slightly open. You think those might be stars in his eyes. âDonât fucking apologize,â he laughs, sounding downright giddy. âThat was great! Fantastic! I didnât know you had this side to you, gorgeous.â
You shrink a bit in your seat, but thereâs nowhere to go. You know if you check your mirror, youâll find two more pairs of eyes staring at you from the backseat. âI donât usuallyâŚwell, you guys havenât been around me while Iâm driving before.âÂ
James guffaws. Sirius has begun to shake with silent laughter beside you. âDo you mean to tell me this happens every time you drive?â James asks.
âNot every time,â you say defensively. âThey spooked me.âÂ
âThey spooked you?â Sirius hoots from beside you, and now you can hear even Remusâ quiet chuckling. âBaby, I didnât know you knew half those words! If thatâs what happens when you drive, I want you behind the wheel every time.âÂ
âOi,â Remus objects, but thereâs no offense to be found in his tone. âItâs not like I donât cuss.âÂ
âNo,â James replies, reaching up to squeeze at your shoulders playfully, âbut with you itâs not usually such a performance. That was a spectacle!âÂ
âI donât know why youâre all so surprised,â you say, but youâre giggling now too, worse when Sirius joins in on Jamesâ teasing, pinching at your side. âYou all curse like sailors, you were bound to rub off on me eventually.âÂ
âItâs not like youâre not allowed to curse, dovey,â Remus says. âItâs just that we werenât expecting it from you.âÂ
âAnd what, youâre gonna act like itâs our fault?â Sirius scoffs, poking you in the ribs and grinning when you squirm away. âAs if any of us would ever say âfucking fuck.â Thatâs an amateur's work, gorgeous. Canât blame us for that one.âÂ
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TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoyingđ§, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that manđđ§đ
Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader
Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!
(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that manđ This is a bit boring but um yeahđ˘ I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!
â°â⤠This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like thatđ -> m.list
-- part 2
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HUGGING
You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.
For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.
For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.
OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it dependsđ
Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af
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CUDDLING
Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.
Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him
If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.
If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind
He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm
But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.
He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.
But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)
I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)
If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gangđ˘
If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you
Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!
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KISSING
Okay so he's whipped
Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet
He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great
I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body
He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess
That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess
I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idkđ¤ˇââď¸
BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEADđ
Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?
PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT
He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough
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SLEEPING
CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT
Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM
I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn'tđ˘)
Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished
I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas
SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.
"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."
ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.
"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."
Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.
Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.
Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.
It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!
Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!
He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.
Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fineđŁ
He's fine omg
JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!
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Heâs Just Not That Into You
pairing:Â jordan li x reader
summary: a hopeless romantic, you keep looking for love in all the wrong places, with all the wrong guys. that is, until you meet jordan li, who takes pity on you and tries to help you learn when a guy just isnât into you.
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âYou good?â
"Huh?" Dazed and drifting, you look up from your incredibly important task of peeling off the label for the worst tasting artisanal beer ever created.
You quickly remember why you focused on the task in the first place. The lighting at this party sucks. It's mostly dim, to try and hide all the unsavory things happening in every corner of the house. The brightest bits of it are all flashing. Neon blue. Neon red. Neon green. As if anyone has ever looked good in neon green lighting. That plus the never-ending movement of people dancing is enough to make you sick.
"Are you good or are you starting to tweak?" Your eyes adjust enough to see who's talking and you sit up straighter. Jordan Li. Number #2.
She's wearing her ever present scowl that makes you study extra hard in Brink's class. You don't ever want to be in the position to have to ask for clarification on an assignment or further guidance. Brink's so busy being renowned that he's a pretty absent teacher, if you're not one of his favorites. Everything menial falls to Jordan.
"I'm good! Totally good. Just vibing, y'know."
Jordan stares down at you, looks back out onto the sea of partygoers, "What vibe do you think you're matching?"
âExcuse me?â
"You've been sitting here for almost twenty minutes. You've barely moved. Did you take something?"
"No! I.... I didn't take anything. I'm just enjoying the atmosphere."
Jordan rolls her eyes, takes the beer bottle from your hand, and then takes your hand itself. She pulls you to your feet, easy, despite the way you go limp at the last second to try and stay seated. Without a word she begins to pull you through the crowd. Bewildered, you follow.
She doesn't stop till you're outside on the porch. Surprisingly, no one else is lingering. But the air has a chill that's pretty biting for an early day in fall. You take a deep breath. You hadn't realized how loud the music really was. How overwhelming every smell. The itch that crawled across your skin with each jostle of a body coming too near.
"Yeah, you look like you were really enjoying the atmosphere." Jordan drawls, leaned up against the railing, observing you.
Your first instinct was to say 'fuck you' to that, obviously. But at the last second you remember she is your TA and is probably doing all the actual grading for every assignment you turn in.
You force a smile, "Thank you. Guess I was feeling pretty anxious."
"What are you even doing here?"
"Should... I mean, I was... invited? If that's what you're asking. Although I think crashing parties is pretty typical college stuff, even if I wasn't-"Â
âNot what I meant.â Jordan interrupts, âI mean you donât usually go to parties. I never see you at any of them.â
âMaybe we just run in different circles.â
âNot really. Youâre in the top ten now. What did you jump to, number 6?â
âSeven, actually.â
âReally? Well, wonât be long. Number 6 is a dick. Heâll be easy to knock out with the type of stats youâre pulling this year.âÂ
Somehow, this compliment bewilders you more than anything. Jordan must see it on your face, because she rolls her eyes again.Â
âI keep an eye on the competition. Even if you are just a sophomore.â
âOkay, Junior.â You narrow your eyes at her. She narrows hers back, which feels like overkill, because she was already glaring.Â
âSo, what are you doing here?âÂ
âDid they hire you to be the bouncer for this party?âÂ
âJesus, ��m just making conversation. You looked like you were gonna hurl in there. What? Did your friends drag you here then ditch you?âÂ
âMy friends would never do that. That violates the party safety rule. Arrive together, leave together.â
âOh of course.â She says, nodding in a way that feels sarcastic.Â
âI actually came without my friends.â You say, standing up straighter. Proud of yourself for stepping out of your shell even if it ended on a sour note.Â
âYou did?â Jordan raises an eyebrow. You deflate a little at the shocked tone. Even your TA thinks youâre lame.Â
âWellâŚ. I was supposed to meet someone here. But they⌠I dunno, I mustâve missed them. Or whatever.â
âWho were you supposed to meet?âÂ
You hesitate for a second, but they impatiently gesture for you to go on. So, begrudgingly you admit to, âUuuuh⌠Andre?âÂ
âAndre?â In the blink of an eye they shift, and take a step closer. As if he wants you to see the disbelief on his face as clearly as possible. âHow do you know Andre?âÂ
âWhat happened to we run in the same circle?â You snap back. âAndreâs top ten.âÂ
âAndreâs a fucking nepo baby.â Jordan scoffs
âArenât you friends?â You frown.
âAndre barely shows up to class, he knows why heâs top ten, trust me.â Jordan says. âAndre invited you?â
âYes, Andre invited me. We were at the club last week and you knowâŚtalked.â
âYou were at the club? Youâre changing it up like crazy this year, huh L/N?â
âLot of good itâs doing me.â You sigh. You twist the sleeve of your top, wrinkling the fabric. Youâd spent hours picking out the perfect outfit that looked like you werenât trying too hard, but brought out all your best features.
Jordanâs face twists, youâd almost mistake it for sympathy, âDid you see Andre at all tonight?â Â
âDid he come here with you?âÂ
âWould you like me to lie or tell you the truth?âÂ
You sigh, moving to sit down on the porch steps, emotionally and socially exhausted. âItâs okay, I already know the answer.â
A moment of silence before Jordan moves to sit beside you. He offers back up the beer he took from you earlier, âYou look like you could use a drink.âÂ
âEh, you have it. If youâre not a germaphobe. Thanks for rescuing me.â
Jordan shrugs, takes a sip and almost spits it right back out, âGod it tastes like fucking piss.âÂ
âYou werenât very nice to me during the rescue, so you didnât deserve a warning.âÂ
âWell fuck me, I guess.â He laughs, staring at you. He letâs out a sigh of his own, âSo which line did he use?âÂ
âHuh?â
âWhat did Andre say to you?âÂ
âHe didnât use a line.â You protest.Â
âAndre doesnât know how to do anything but use a line. Wait! Lemme guess,â Jordan looks you up and down before glancing at a few rings on your hand. âWere you wearing those?âÂ
You stare back at him.Â
âWell?â
âYes, I was, why?âÂ
âDid he come up to you with one of them and ask if you dropped it?âÂ
â.....Maybe. I repeat, why?â You ask, stomach twisting.
âCause he slipped it off your finger with his powers so heâd have an opening. Itâs his go to for girls that look shy. Seen it a million times.âÂ
âOh, well, thatâs lovely, actually. Fuck me!â You groan, laying back against the steps and throwing your hands over your face. âYouâre really good at comforting people, did you know that?âÂ
âIâve been told to work on it.âÂ
âClearly not enough.âÂ
âJust didnât want you to fall for the bullshit any more than you already have.âÂ
You scrub your face harshly, trying to ignore the tightness in your throat. âSorry. Do you like apples? I can put a nice shiny one on your desk Monday morning as a thank you for the solid.âÂ
âAre you about to cry?â Jordan asks, bewildered.
âNo.âÂ
âOver Andre Anderson?â
âNo!â You sit up, glaring at him. He glares back. âNot exactly. Itâs just⌠I donât put myself out there a lot. So it sucks. That I tried⌠and all I got was a guy who fed me a line heâs used a million different times on a million different girls, who then ditched me at a party he invited me to. I shouldâve just fucking stayed home.âÂ
You sniffle and then remember who youâre actually talking to and how awkward itâs going to be to see their face Monday morning for class if you keep spilling your guts. You stand up abruptly, already planning on apologizing for whatever you said while you were âdrunkâ tonight. Youâre opening your mouth to make your excuses, already taking steps away from the stairs when Jordan reaches out, grabbing you gently by the wrist.Â
âWait! Iâm⌠sorry, I mean-â
âWhy are you sorry?â You sniff, âYou didnât do anything wrong.â
âI couldâve⌠I couldâve been nicer. About telling you. About Andre.â Jordan pulls you to sitting back down beside him, slowly, so you can pull away if you really wanted to.Â
âItâs okay. I shouldâve known better.â You say quietly.Â
âHey, no. I made it sound like heâs super obvious about it but heâs honestly pretty smooth. His only hobbies are picking up girls and cocaine. He could make⌠fucking, I dunno, Ellen Ripley blush if he had the prep time! Itâs really not your fault.â The comment surprises a wet laugh out of you and Jordan smiles, bumping your shoulders together.Â
âThanks, but he probably was obvious. I just⌠donât see stuff like that coming very well.â You laugh bitterly.
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI apparently just canât tell for shit when a guy is actually into me! Or just⌠entertaining himself.â You sigh.Â
You and Jordan sit in silence for a second. You have no clue whatâs going on in his head. You see him tapping his finger on the beer bottle, the sound of his rings the only noise for a moment.Â
âI could help you.â
âHelp me what?â
âI could teach you how to spot when a guy is just being an asshole or when heâs serious about you. So this doesnât happen again.â Jordan shrugs, taking another swallow of the beer, flinching again at the taste.Â
âPiss kink or short term memory loss?âÂ
âOffer retracted.â Jordan laughs.
âWhy are you offering in the first place?âÂ
Jordan shrugs, looking out in the distance, âYouâre⌠cool, yâknow. Think of it as a welcome to the top ten gift. Youâre only gonna get more and more attention now that youâre there. Youâll need to be able to sniff out bullshit or youâll get eaten alive. No offense.â
âIâve been in the top ten for the last six months.â You scowl.Â
âMazel tov.âÂ
âDick.â You scoff, fighting back another laugh. You and Jordan make eye contact and both lose the battle, laughing together.Â
You take a deep breath once the fit passes, âThis isnât a top ten humiliation ritual of initiation thing, right?â
âIâm way too busy to waste my time doing stupid shit like that.â Jordan says, familiar glare falling back onto his face.
âSorry, rough night, had to ask.â You say sheepishly. âOffer still open?â You smile, extending your hand out for a handshake.
âYeah, offers still open, L/N.â Jordan rolls his eyes, but he does shake your hand.
âSo, numberâs one pretty obvious but we have to establish the basics because you told me you were hopeless.â Jordan sips her chocolate milkshake.Â
âDidnât use the word hopeless, but sure.â You mutter, tossing a fry into your mouth and frowning at the lack of flavor. âHit me.â
âIf he calls off plans with you all the time heâs not interested. If he doesnât give you as much heads up as humanly possible before he has to cancel a plan or bail then he might actually hate you.âÂ
âYouâre exaggerating.â You scoff, shaking extra salt onto your fries.
Jordan reaches over, stealing one of your now delicious fries to dip it into her milkshake. âItâs a type of power play. Too many reasons to name why a guy might feel the need to pull something like that but we donât wanna get too complicated. All you need to do is memorize the red flags and run when you see them.âÂ
âOkayâŚ. follow up question, what would you consider to be âall the timeâ?â
âIf you just started seeing each other and he cancels two dates in a row without desperately trying to make it up to you he doesnât give a shit.â Jordan steals and dips another of your fries.Â
âWhat about emergencies? Like⌠I dunno, a funeral? What if his Aunt died? So he cancels that one date. Then the next one he tries to plan his car breaks down or something, you know?âÂ
âHe should call an uber and get to the fucking location of the date come hell or high water. Thatâs what a guy who likes you is gonna do. Donât over complicate, L/N.â
âOh and you donât think youâre over-complicating the process of eating my fries?â You smack at her hand as it reaches for your plate for the umpteenth time during this lunch. âYou could have ordered fries. Why didnât you order fries?â
âDidnât want any until I saw yours.â She tries again but you see the movement coming and block her hand, again. You did not notice the second, slightly sneakier hand that does successfully carry out the theft.Â
âDid you just juke me over a fry?Â
âYeah, and I won.âÂ
You toss a fry at her and laugh when she manages to catch it with her mouth. Asshole.
You sit on the corner of Jordanâs desk, watching as he finishes up some last minute work that Brink asked him to do before heading out. Youâd offered to meet back up later but he just shook his head and said it wouldnât take long.
âWhat if heâs just a private person?â You ask, kicking your feet lightly.Â
Jordan looks up from his laptop and frowns at you, âWhy are you trying to invent exceptions to the rules? The rules are there to help you. Can you say that for me, L/N? Can you say the rules are there to help me?âÂ
âThe rules are there to help me.â You repeat back, mocking their tone.Â
âThank you.â Jordan smirks at you, âLike I said, if heâs hiding your relationship from the world then heâs not serious about you. He should be introducing you to people. You should be on his social media. People should not be shocked you exist when meeting you. All that bullshit.âÂ
âAnd if theyâre a private person?â You challenge.
Jordan pushes away his laptop, turning to face you. âFuck me. The types of guys youâre gonna be around as a hero are all gonna be doing the same stuff as you. Thereâs gonna be a certain level of our life thatâs always in the spotlight. Minimum of two posts a week if heâs constantly posting in general.âÂ
âI donât post very much.â You counter.
âYou should be posting more. Especially as a top ten. Thereâs no reason you shouldnât be number 6 right now. You need to be more active on socials.â Jordan gives you a look before going back to typing. Two weeks ago that look would have put you on the verge of tears. Now you roll your eyes.
âIâll think about it.âÂ
âIt was an order as your TA, actually.âÂ
âOh god, an order? Iâm shaking in my boots.â You tease, playfully kicking his chair.Â
âThat just knocked your essay from a B- to a C, congratulations.â Jordan quips.Â
âYou were gonna mark my essay a B-, you dick? You know damn well I donât turn in B- work. Who do you think-â
The rest of the afternoon is lost to playful outrage. The papers get graded late. Yours comes back an A+. No one besides you has gotten a grade of + anything since Jordan became TA.Â
âOkay, so this is one with a grey area.â Jordan says.
âOh no.â
âShut up. If he never gets jealous thatâs a red flag.âÂ
âBut-â You sit up from where youâre laid out on the blanket you threw on the ground to better soak in the last warm rays of September sun.Â
âI am not saying go out with some overly possessive fucking maniac.â Jordan cuts you off.Â
âBe specific, Jordan. You canât give me rules with built in exceptions. Iâll fail. Is that what you want? You want me to fail, Jordan? Thatâs messed up-â
âShut up-â Jordan laughs, shaking her head. âListen to me, if a guy never gets jealous he just doesnât care at all. The most namaste, enlightened dude on the planet will get jealous in the right situation. Iâm not saying tolerate anything crazy. Itâs just good if he like⌠responds, when you say youâre going to study alone with another dude at 9pm, in the guyâs dorm... while his roommate is gone.â
âIs studying alone with another dude, in his dorm while his roommate is gone, okay as long as it ends before 9pm?â
Jordan rips out grass from the ground and tries to sprinkle it onto your face. You put up a force-field and laugh when she sticks her tongue out.Â
âHeâs gotta give you his full attention. When heâs with you, heâs with you. Everyone gets distracted. But if his head is always somewhere else, every time you see him, he just doesnât like you.â Jordan swipes at your head, fast enough to be a challenge to dodge but not hard enough to hurt you had the hit connected.Â
You go in for a kick yourself and he practically twirls out of the way. You try twice more, managing to evade his own hits just barely.Â
Breathlessly, you gesture for a time out and Jordan sighs, âWe gotta get you better at hand to hand.â
âThatâs what my shields are for.âÂ
âThe way you use your shields is really good. Youâve gotten a lot more creative this year. Itâs why youâve been jumping ranks so fast. Youâre powerful.âÂ
The earnest tone he uses makes you lift up from the hunched over position of misery on your knees, âYou think so?â
âWellâŚ. yeah.â He clears his throat. âBut you canât get lazy. What if someone wears you out and you donât have any energy left for them? No more shields. You need to be able to fight.â
âIf I donât have any energy left for my shields and my only option left is hand to hand combat, respectfully, itâs my time.âÂ
Jordan rolls his eyes, âBreakâs over. Back in position, stay on your toes more so itâs easier to move, okay?âÂ
Youâre about to get back into form when you hear calls of Jordanâs name from across the arena. You turn and see Luke and Cate coming over, wide grins on their faces. You give them a small wave and they both wave back, incredibly eager.Â
Youâve always been friendly with one another but the strength of enthusiasm is⌠strange. Enough to make you blink in surprise. Â
âThought you said you were super booked up this week doing stuff for Brink? Absolutely no free time.â Cate asks, staring Jordan down.Â
âThis isnât free time. I canât slack on hand to hand combat training. Itâs important.â Jordan stares Cate down even harder.Â
âWhy didnât you ask me?â Luke asks casually.Â
âJordan saw my form in a video I just posted and apparently it was âdespicableâ and âthe most insane way heâd ever seen anyone do that beforeâ. He rushed over to show me what the âright way to do it isâ. Control freak.â You fake a cough as you say the last part. Â
âYou were gonna hurt your back!â
âSuper healing.â
âSuper herniated disc.â Jordan quips back and you scoff, shoving him.Â
He shoves you back with an eye roll, fighting back a smile.
âHow ungentlemanly of you.â You gasp. A shift, and she shoves you again making you laugh, âand unladylike!â
âYou shoved me first!âÂ
âChildren, please try and be civil weâre in public.â Luke cuts in and you almost jump at the sound of his voice.Â
Itâs easy to get lost in your own world when youâre with Jordan. You turn to be politely facing your classmates and not just Jordan, wearing a sheepish smile.Â
âStop teasing them. Theyâre cute.â Cate smiles.
âAnyways, you guys need something?â Jordan asks.
âWe canât just hang out? Are you trying to get rid of your best friends?â Luke asks.
âYes.â
âJordan!â You bump her with your elbow.Â
âOkay, okay. Weâll leave you alone. Wanna grab lunch with us after though?â Cate asks, looping her arm through Lukeâs.
âYou feeling up to lunch, L/N?â Jordan looks over at you.
With three unexpected pairs of eyes on you, you fluster. âIf you go easy on me for the rest of training, yes.â
âNot a chance.â Jordan snorts. âWeâll be there though. Now scram. L/N needs a lot of help.â
âNo, I fucking do not!â You protest.
The two of you donât notice Luke and Cate walking away trading looks.
âWhen you donât know really know anything about him, itâs not a good sign.â Jordan tilts the bowl of popcorn towards you.Â
âAnd what do you mean, specifically, by knowing anything about him?â You ask, taking some pieces and throwing them back.
âHas has ever shared his feelings? Talked about his personal life? If you donât know anything besides the superficial stuff he doesnât care about you.â Jordan states. âYou also need to look out for him not knowing anything about you. Does he give you space to open up? Does he remember the shit you do tell him?â
âGot it, so just look out for the superficial surface level conversations if you never have any deeper moments.â You say.
âExactly.â Jordan says before her eyes snap back to the screen suddenly. âDid they say theyâre gonna try and make that house feel more âopen conceptâ? What the fuck is their problem?âÂ
âHuh?â You look back to Jordanâs TV, which is playing Property Brothers. âYou got a problem against open concept?âÂ
âI have a problem with every house being made to look the same, inside and out. Itâs bad enough new houses donât have unique floor plans. Now weâre taking houses that were unique and fucking them up till theyâre boring! What ever happened to individuality? I bet theyâll paint the walls grey too. Fuck me.â She huffs, leaning back against the couch.Â
âAre you really into this show or just really into design patterns?â You ask, charmed at her passion for something completely random.Â
âA bit of both.â Jordan says. âI wanted to be an architect. Before I got my powers.âÂ
âShut up! No, you did not.âÂ
âI did.â She laughs, âI used to draw up plans and torment my parents with them every hour of the day.â
You spend the rest of the afternoon talking about your hidden passions.Â
You even get the honor of seeing a few of the sketches Jordan made years ago. They were crinkled at the edges, pencil markings dull with age in some places. You smiled down at the folder Jordan keeps the drawings in. When you look up, finally, to compliment them you notice a strange look on Jordanâs face.Â
Thinking youâd made her self conscious with your long silence you wrapped an arm around her and told her she would have made a hell of an architect. And probably killed someone with the utter lack of load bearing beams in her structures.Â
You expected her to shove you off playfully but she only leaned into you and smiled, flipping to the next page of the folder.
When you get back to your own dorm room, moon high in the sky, you have to stifle a laugh. The latest post on Jordanâs Instagram is a picture of you standing with your hands on your hips in the middle of their room, looking baffled.Â
The caption: I handed her the remote and walked away for five minutes. Weâve been looking for almost an hour #jesus christ #banned from room 4ever.Â
You step out into the hallway and call Jordan up, demanding they take down their character assassination attempt because you two only looked for 26 minutes, actually.Â
They refuse.Â
Youâre so incensed by the exaggeration that you wind up back outside Jordanâs dorm room not ten minutes later. When she opens the door, and sees you standing there, she bursts into laughter. She drags you inside, and when you ask her when the ban got lifted she just throws you on the bed. You spend the rest of the night arguing semantics.Â
You and Jordan were sitting in the ground floor of the schoolâs library where you were allowed to talk quietly. You were teaching them how to fold paper to make little stars while they were teaching you how to make the perfect paper airplane.Â
âAre you filled with barely suppressed rage? Why is it so damn wrinkled?â You laugh at their mangled star.
Jordan grabs another piece of paper with a huff, pushing her bob back behind her ears. âYou are shit at giving instructions. This is impossible. Do the steps slower again.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm actually not capable of slowing myself down times 3 like a Youtube video.â You tease.
âFuck you.â Jordan kicks you under the table with her foot. âAgain. Show me.â
âYou start with this corner here, then you twist it over here, next you wanna-â
âHey! Hey! Whatâs up people!â You and Jordan turn in perfect sync to hiss at the person to be quiet only to find that person to be Andre Anderson.Â
You turn back towards the table, Jordan moves an arm to curl around the back of your chair.Â
âHey.â Jordan says flatly. You make some noise that you hope passes for a greeting.
âSorry, too loud. So this is where the party is, huh? Whatâre you two doing?â Andre grabs a chair on the opposite side of the table and you frown, focusing intensely on the paper before you.Â
âDonât you have a class right now?â Jordan asks sharply.
âBlowing it off.â Andre grins back.
Jordan scoffs. You only notice your shoulders are practically up to your ears when Jordan puts her hand there and rubs. You relax, letting out a quiet breath you were holding. Jordan gives you a squeeze.Â
âAwww, you making little stars? Cute. Wanna show me how, F/N?â Andre has the nerve to sound flirtatious.Â
After ditching you without a word and radio silence to back it up. To really make sure thereâs insult to match the injury. You clench your jaw. Keep moving your hands. Try to zone out.Â
The hand on your shoulder gets bigger and so does the thigh that brushes against yours under the table. âCould you fuck off for a bit? Weâre trying to relax after our exams this morning.â
âOuch. Didnât know you couldnât relax with me around, man.â Andre bites back. âF/N, you want me to stay, donât you?âÂ
You get up from the table abruptly. The sudden sting in your eyes doesnât even allow you you to collect your things. Your chest feels tight. You have to just get out of here. You hope in a school of future superheroes no one will steal your stuff. You think you hear calls of your name from behind you. Some yelling. Your ears are ringing too much. You break into a sprint.Â
You canât even make it to your dorm. You have to settle for tucking yourself into the first patch of trees behind a building you can find. You try to fight back the tears. One breathe. Two. Three. Try to focus on the birds chirping somewhere above you. But the memories are all flooding in at once and you start to cry. Heaving, chest burning sobs.
âF/N. F/N. F/N, hey look at me.â You zone back into the world to Jordan pushing your hair away from your face and you sob.
âFuck me, Iâll kill him. Iâm sorry. I didnât know youâd get so upset. You seemed like you didnât care after that night⌠I- Iâll fucking knock his teeth in.â Jordan hisses. Youâd thought youâd seen them angry before. But their face has never looked like this. Â
âWhatâs⌠are you having a panic attack?â Jordan asks, still petting your hair gently. You manage to nod. âIs touching you okay? Is it making it worse?â You push yourself into his hands and without another word he pulls you into his lap, tucking you against him.Â
You notice absently heâs wearing his favorite jacket and try to shift, so that youâre not getting tears and snot onto the fabric. He pushes your head back against his shoulder, shushing you gently. You let yourself relax, letting out the rest of the tears. Letting the anxiety leave your body. You start your grounding techniques as your breathing evens. You can see the sharp cut of Jordanâs jaw. Hear his heartbeat. The birds chirping. Feel his hands as they rub soothing circles into your skin. Smell the cologne he wears. You tuck yourself closer, even though no more tears are coming.Â
âAndre is a fucking loser.â Jordan says, quietly but vehemently, âYou shouldnât waste a second fucking thinking about him. He doesnât care about anyone but himself. Itâs not you. Itâs just who he is.âÂ
âItâs not just Andre⌠Itâs⌠itâs not even mostly Andre.â You say quietly. âI mean heâs a dick but⌠it just brings up memories.âÂ
âMemories?â Jordan echoes softly, and you know you donât have to tell him anything but you want to.Â
âWhen I was younger⌠I was even more of a wall flower than I am now. Shocker, I know.â You try to joke, Jordan only hums to let you know heâs listening, pulling you closer. âEven though I had powers I wasnât popular or anything. I had trouble controlling them. Not enough to be dangerous⌠just enough to be⌠well, a loser, honestly. Because of my anxiety, and how loud my head gets my force-fields would just pop out whenever. I couldnât stop it. If I was scared. If I got nervous. If I was feeling stupid, or ugly. All the time. People called me bubble girl.â
âI learned to just keep to myself but I was such an easy, fun target. Sneak up on the mouse and watch them jump and make a bubble! Fun!â You laugh bitterly. You think you feel Jordan kiss the top of your head, but youâre still out of it. âIt made even getting out of bed to go to school hard. Administration wouldnât take it serious as bullying because I was a supe: if I wanted it to stop I should defend myself.âÂ
âMy parents felt the same way. Wouldnât let me transfer. But I didnât want to fight back. I didnât want to turn myself into something Iâm not just to be left alone! I didnât want to hurt anyone. I thought eventually everyone would get bored, mature a little. But it just got worse and worse every fucking year. Senior year was⌠bad, though. I was getting better at controlling my powers so what kids would do to make me react was worse. But I just ignored it. I started just⌠pulling into myself. Whenever anyone would pour paint on my favorite outfit. Or cut my hair. Or hit me, Iâd make the bubble in my head instead, and go there. Eventually, towards the end I thought people finally got bored, they stopped fucking with me as much. I thought Iâd be able to graduate in peace.âÂ
âThere was this one boy⌠he was popular. But heâd always been nice to me. He smiled at me in the hallways. Would help me up if people shoved me when he was around. He even gave me his sweater once, when someone cut up my shirt during gym. His friends were dicks but I thought he was different, I thought he was nice.â
âHe suddenly started being even more nice to me. It felt⌠when he asked me to prom I just wanted to be normal for one second. I should have known. I probably did know. I just wanted to pretend, for five seconds, I wanted to pretend.â You trail off, lost in the memory.
âWhat happened?â Jordan asks, voice sounding hoarse. You try to pull back to see whatâs wrong but he keeps you still. You realize he started rocking the both of you as you spoke. You didnât realize how soothing it was.Â
âIt was a joke, obviously. We went to go shopping together, so weâd match, he told me. When we got to the shop he insisted we go to all his friends were waiting for us. Recording, of course. They all laughed at me. I still remember what one girl said, âyouâre more crazy than we thought if you honestly ever believed someone like him would go out with a loser like youâ.â
âF/N, those people were fucking assholes. They⌠god what the fuck is wrong with people. Thatâs not true.â Jordan makes you look at him, suddenly. Youâre shocked that his eyes are red. âYouâre not a fucking loser.â
âItâs okay, Jordan. I know they were just assholes. I always knew. It just hurts still. Iâve⌠Iâve avoided dating ever since, obviously. My first kiss wasnât even romantic. It was just with a good friend that I knew wouldnât make fun of me. So I could get it out of the way.â
âIâm sorry.â Jordan looks helpless, like he wants to do something but doesnât know what.Â
âYou didnât do anything, Jordan. No need to say sorry.â
âAnd then Andre went and fucking⌠fucking motherfucker Iâll kill him!â Jordan snaps, goes to stand up and then remembers heâs holding you halfway. He sits back down, grip a little tighter, but still gentle.Â
âItâs okay. It wasnât even a joke, what Andre did. Heâs just⌠inconsiderate. And I happen to have a nasty experience that makes me blow everything out of proportion. Iâll have to get used to that kind of thing if I want to actually start dating.âÂ
Suddenly both of Jordanâs hands are on your face, holding you still so you have to look at him. âYouâre not blowing anything out of proportion. And⌠and you donât have to get used to shit, F/N. Youâre fucking incredible. You donât need to tolerate anything, from fucking anyone. Youâre a fucking⌠youâre a fucking dream girl! Youâre smart, and funny, and sweet, and strong, and beautiful. Youâre the sweetest person Iâve ever met. You donât have to settle for fucking anything. Okay?â
You stare up at him, shocked, he gives your head a gentle shake, âOkay?â You nod slowly.
He pulls you into another hug, the tightest one youâve ever gotten. You donât pull away until the sun dips so low youâre both draped in gold.Â
âFucking rank number fucking 5!â Jordan screams, arm wrapped around you tightly. A chorus of cheers from the rest of the group and people nearby.Â
You cover your face, laughing helplessly. Jordan didnât surprise you with this party, they knew that would only make you anxious, walking into a room full of people you werenât expecting to see with (even if asked not to) cameras pointed at you.Â
Jordan had texted you: I am throwing you a surprise party on Friday night to celebrate your new ranking. Please practice your surprised face.Â
You had practiced. Youâd done a very convincing gasp when you walked in.Â
âIâm so fucking proud of you.â Jordan says, for the umpteenth time, looking at you. You feel your cheeks go hot. Â
âOh shut up. Iâll get a big head soon.âÂ
âYou deserve it more than anyone. Youâre fucking awesome.â Jordan had started heaping more praise onto you than you knew what to do with, most days.Â
She claimed it was practically training. That you needed to get used to people complimenting you, with the level of fame youâre going to reach. That alone had made your stomach erupt into butterflies. Jordan believed in you. Really believed in you.Â
âYouâre the one whoâs awesome⌠youâre a good mentor, Jordan.â You reach up to hold the hand thatâs been wrapped around your shoulder all evening.Â
âAre you saying that following my advice works?â Jordan pretends to gasp. You playfully dig your nails into her side and she jumps before grabbing the offending hand and holding onto it. She doesnât let go.Â
Her advice had worked. You posted on your social media more, at her insistence. You started to become a beast at hand to hand, thanks to Jordanâs brutal training regimen. You were socializing more, because as long as Jordan was there you felt safe. But you were even feeling confident enough to do things on your own that high school you would be shocked didnât instantly send you to the grave.Â
Youâd done an interview, for Godâs sake! All on your own. Although your eyes kept darting to Jordan right off camera, who smiled reassuringly the whole time. Â
âI will not. Because then youâll get a big head.â You tease, giving both her hands a squeeze.Â
âLetâs get a drink.â Jordan says, tugging you towards the kitchen.Â
Itâs quieter in the kitchen. The drink table in the living room is still overflowing so no oneâs had to start looking for leftovers yet.Â
âHow you feeling?â Jordan asks, helping you sit on the counter before going to the fridge. After a second he pulls out your favorite. He hid them in the far back, you can tell by how far he had to lean.Â
âGood.â You smile as he pops your drink open before handing it to you. He leans against one of your knees.Â
âParty isnât too much, right?â He asks, for the third time tonight.Â
Laughing you push a strand of unruly hair back from his face. He freezes at the touch, before a smile creeps onto his lips.Â
âParty is perfect, Jordie. Thank you. For everything. For being soâŚâÂ
âDonât thank me for treating you the way you should always be treated.âÂ
âYou treat me like a princess! What if I get spoiled? Youâll have to deal with a monster.â You tease. âYou wonât even be able to be mad at me, because youâll be the reason.âÂ
âYouâll terrorize the world.âÂ
âCause complete chaos.âÂ
âDevastation, even.â As Jordan speaks you realize youâd gotten closer. A lot closer. Your chest seizes up with anxiety as you wonder how long youâd been leaning in like this. You almost pull back, ready to apologize. But youâre frozen stiff now and realize the two of you are still getting closer. With a jolt you realize you both leaned in.Â
Jordan has a hand on your thigh, you reach down, nervous, to hold his hand as reflex. Itâs an every day comfort, lately. You give his hand a squeeze. He squeezes back. You donât pull away as Jordan keeps leaning in.Â
âJordan! Come stop Luke from doing a keg stand, please!â Cateâs voice, typically pleasant sounds incredibly annoying at the moment.Â
âGimme a sec!â Jordan calls back, still looking you in the eye. You squeeze his hand tighter. He looks nervous. Theyâve looked so nervous all night. Nervous you were having a good time. Nervous you were happy. Nervous⌠nervous to kiss you? Is he about to fucking kiss you?
âHe has an interview tomorrow! Hustle please!â Cate calls back in a sing song tone.Â
âFuck me!â Jordan throws his head back, shifting, frustrated. âIâll be right back, okay?âÂ
You nod, a little breathless from anxiety and excitement, and dread, and the full spectrum of human emotion. âOkay.âÂ
Jordan stomps out of the kitchen, probably going to rip Luke a new asshole from the sound of her boots on the floor. She sounds like her own stampede. You giggle, pressing your hands, still warm from holding Jordanâs into your face. You may be bad at signals butâŚÂ
You sit under the hideous fluorescent kitchen lighting feeling like something inside you is glowing. You kick your feet, nervous, waiting for Jordan to get back. Wondering what theyâll do. What theyâll say. If youâre delusional. You have to be delusional. You have to be.Â
âGuard dog taking a walk?â In the doorway stands Andre, looking a little rougher than usual. His right eye is dark, like a black eye thatâs started healing. Thereâs a small bandage over his nose.Â
âWhat happened to you?â You gasp.
âYour guard dog.â Andre says, reaching into the fridge to pull out a bottle of spicy vodka. âJordanâs number #2 for a reason. Congrats on making #5 by the way.âÂ
âThanks.â You say. âWhen did Jordan do that?â
âA week ago. Would have probably gotten it earlier but apparently Cate talked them into waiting to see me until they were less pissed off. For which Iâm eternally grateful.â He says, taking a sip straight from the bottle without chaser.Â
You donât really know what to say so you sit in silence. Legs still kicking, more from anxiety now, less from giddiness.Â
âHe gave me a busted lip too, but that healed pretty quickly. I also think he might have kicked a rib loose, been a little sore on the left side.â Andre says, he doesnât seem to be angry but you donât know why else heâd talk to you.Â
âI didnât ask Jordan to do that. If youâre wondering.â You say, slowly.Â
âNo! No! Youâre way too sweet for that. This was just my shitty way of getting around to an apology. Iâm sorry. I shouldâve said sorry before Jordan kicked my ass but I promise Jordan kicking my ass isnât why Iâm saying sorry. The original plan was to ask you out again, make it up to you with dinner. Jordan just kicked my ass first.âÂ
âI hope to god youâre not working your way around to asking me on a pity date.â You narrow your eyes at him.Â
âSo Jordan could put me in a full body cast?â Andre laughs loudly, shocking you. âNo offense, youâre really cute, but nothingâs worth that fucking beat down.âÂ
âWell, I guess I accept your-â
âYou donât have to forgive me. Jordan was pretty clear that I tore up some old wounds. I didnât mean to, but Iâm sorry. I can just be⌠a dick, sometimes. Often. All the time.â Andre jokes.Â
âWhat did Jordan say exactly?â You ask nervously.Â
âNothing specific! I could barely pick out anything at all, really. The sound of her fist breaking my nose was pretty loud.âÂ
You laugh then try to cover it up by taking a sip. Andre grins and you relax, knowing it was his way of breaking the tension.Â
âCan I ask you something?â Andre asks suddenly.
âYou can ask, doesnât mean Iâll answer.â You shrug.
âFair enough.â Andre says, toying with the bottle. âDo you like Jordan?âÂ
âWhat?â
âBecause Jordan sure likes you.â Andre states.Â
âNo, they don't.â Itâs a reflex to deny the possibility of someone having feelings for you but the words feel wrong once you say them. Werenât you just about to kiss? Wasnât his hand just burning into your thigh like a brand? âDo they?âÂ
âJordan would never do a fraction of the shit theyâve been doing for you if they didnât care about you.â Andre takes another sip, then moves to saunter from the kitchen. He stops, a glance over the shoulder. âHowever you feel, tell Jordan. And soon. Theyâre looking a little desperate.âÂ
Then itâs just you and the sound of the party, and the cool marble youâre sitting on. And a lot to think about.Â
âYour incessant leg jiggling is distracting me from how and why they intend to turn this beautiful victorian home into another soulless open concept millennial nightmare.â Jordan says, glancing from the TV to your leg which, yes, has been jiggling for awhile.
âIâve got a question.â
âObviously.âÂ
âHow can you tell if a girl isnât into you?âÂ
Jordan turns to face you, eyebrows furrowed, âwhat?â
You feel heat flood your cheeks, but keep your eyes firmly glued to the screen. âAre the rules the same? Or different?â
âYou like girls?â Jordan blurts out.
âWhat?â The question is enough to make you look at her. And now you're trapped by societal standards of politeness to maintain the most anxiety inducing eye contact you've ever shared.
âYou've never talked about⌠you've never said anything about liking girls.â
âYou only offered up the help for the one gender. Didn't wanna get greedy.â You force a laugh.
âHow long have youâŚ. have you always liked girls?â Jordan asks and you hope to God you're not hallucinating that quick glance at your lips.Â
âYou follow me on Instagram!â
âWhat's that have to do with anything?â
âI literally have the pride flag in my bio?â
âI thought you were-â
â-Jordan Li, if you're about to tell me you thought I was an ally I'll beat you to death, and then jump off a cliff.âÂ
Jordan laughs, ducking her head, hair falling into her face slightly. You dig your fingers into your thigh to stop yourself from reaching out and tucking it behind her ear.Â
âIs there a reason why you're asking⌠about how to tell when a girl isn't into you, all of a sudden?â Jordan looks up at you and the world narrows down to her brown eyes, and her nose, and her mouth. And the look in her eyes you hope you're not reading wrong.
You blink in confusion when amusement crosses over her face and for one awful second you think Jordan is laughing at you and you could throw up. But you realize you're suddenly looking at her from behind a force-field of light purple and feel queasy out of a different sense of embarrassment.
You can hear a smile in Jordanâs voice, but you refuse to unbury your face from your hands, âNever seen you not be able to control your powers before.âÂ
âPlease kill me.â
âCan't. Your forcefield is still up, princess.â She teases, tapping at the bubble.Â
With a groan of humiliation you drop your field and peek up at her through your fingers.Â
âFirst the forcefield, now the hands. Still haven't answered my question though.â You almost snip at her that she should take a wild guess at your answer but there's something about Jordanâs expression. It's teetering between playful, guarded, and⌠something else. And you have to bank on whatever that something else is.
You take a deep breath in and move in closer, âYou're not so awful a teacher that the lessons for a guy didn't stick, but considering you're a girl too who knows what incredibly important lesson you didn't know you had to teach me. The lesson⌠the girl lesson, that would have stopped me from misinterpreting what's been happening here. If Iâm misinterpreting. All I know is⌠all I can really be sure of, is how I feel. And I, well-â You bite your lip, taking a shaky breath, and Jordan moves in closer, âI'm about halfway to being in love with you.â
The words are barely out of your mouth before her lips are on yours. Her hand curls at the base of your neck, pulling you in closer. A brush of her tongue against your bottom lip before you let her in with a breathless sigh. She moans against your lips, other hand moving to your waist to tug you into her lap.Â
You lose your balance a little, fall into her in a way that is not at all seductive. You laugh, embarrassed and she chases the sound, using both hands to put you in her lap, holds you there firm and secure.
âYou-â She kisses you, interrupting your sentence. âHavenât-â Another kiss. âTold me-â She holds you tight this time, tilting her head to the side, sweeping her tongue against yours and gasping at your taste. You pull back with shaky hands, keeping her at a distance with a grip on her shoulders.
âCould we use our big girl words?â You ask, breathless and a little dizzy.Â
âIâve fucking only been in love with you for two years, thanks for fucking noticing.â She huffs, exasperated and smiling.Â
âHow on Earth was I supposed to interpret your seething stare of hate for being in love with me?â Youâre already melting against her as she pulls you back in with the guiding grip on your hair.Â
âShoulda looked harder, baby.â She coos, and doesnât let you up again anytime soon.Â
A/N: my magnum opus of pining! if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo
#bee talks#he's just not that into you#jordan li x reader#jordan li imagine#gen v#black!reader#this fic is a fucking monster in word count but that's just what jordan li deserves
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âYou taste divineâ
Pairings: James Hetfield x Innocent!Ulrich!Reader
A/n: back with my innocent!reader brainrot fics I love them so much. Fyi reader is 18 James is like 20 something here so itâs all legal
Warnings: smut, corruption kink, non/dub con, overstimulation, loss of virginity, praise, manipulation, James takes advantage of readerâs innocence, probably not accurate to real life events but itâs fiction so it doesnât really matter
Ever since James met you, heâs been enamored by you. Youâre just so sweet and innocent and he wanted to corrupt you so badly.
It all started when he pulled up to Lars-your brother-âs house and saw you lying on your tummy in the grass while reading a book under the tree. A delicate white dress adorning your small form. The frontman could feel his mouth watering at the sight. Unfortunately it was interrupted by your brother shouting at him to come inside so they can practice.
âHey, didnât know you had a sister.â James said.
Lars shrugged, âYeah, I usually donât tell anyone cause everyone wants to bone her. But she doesnât even know it!â He put his hands in the air as he explained. Meanwhile the guitaristsâ pants tightened.
James likes themâŚoblivious. It was a horribly dark fantasy he has. The need to corrupt a innocent girl.
During practice, he couldnât stop thinking about you and your sweet aura. Fuck, he had to talk to you. Even if Lars would kill him for doing so.
So one night, while the guys were having a random hangout which turned into a sleepover after they had one too many drinks, James creeped his way up to you room. The soft glow from your light peaked through the hallway and he walked inside to see your very girly pink room.
And there you were, on your tummy again but this time on your bed while you sketched something in a notebook. The blonde closed the door behind him making you jump and your head snap in the direction of the sound.
âJames?â Your soft sweet voice sounded through the quiet room.
âHey Y/n.â He responded before walking over and sitting on your bed, âWhatcha drawinâ there?â He motioned towards your notebook.
âJust some bunny rabbits cause I donât know.â You blushed and giggled.
âYou look like a little bunny rabbit.â The blonde said with a smile as he lightly pinched your cheek. You blushed more âJamie.â You giggled. Oh god he loves when you call him that. Rarely would he ever let someone use that nickname for him but you? You can use it all you want.
âHey do you mind if I hang out in here with you tonight? The guys are all passed out.â
âSure.â
He took his shoes off and got comfortable on your bed. Then he leaned forward and grabbed you by your waist making you squeal in surprise before sitting you on his lap.
âJames! You canât do that!â You scolded but you were laughing.
âAnd whyâs that?â He teased, tickling your side making you laugh and squirm, âLars doesnât like when- oh my goodness stop that tickles! When boys touch me.â
âYeah? Well heâs not here now is he?â The frontman replied, stopping his tickling but moving his hand up your shirt towards your breasts.
âJ-James what are you doing?â You asked dumbly.
âI just think youâre beautiful and I want to play with you, is it so difficult to understand?â Of course, you donât know any better so you let him fondle your breasts making you moan at the foreign feeling.
âCan you take your shirt off for me baby?â You complied, taking your little white lace cami off to reveal your bare chest. His hands both came up behind you and tweaked your nipples, rolling them around in his fingers. âJamie!â You gasped.
âFeels good doesnât it honey?â You nodded, still a little unsure.
âCan you lay down for me?â The blonde asked gently and you nodded once again, lying down next to where he was sitting on your bed. He got up and tossed your sketchbook and pencils haphazardly onto the ground and pulled your legs so youâd get close to the edge of your bed. He carefully pulled your shorts and panties off, âSpread those legs for me baby. I just want to see how pretty you look down there.â His tone was so gentle and trusting. You had no idea how he really felt. How he was finally getting his perverse fantasy to come true.
As instructed, you spread your legs. âOh god, look at that little pussy.â You didnât know what any of those words meant minus the âoh godâ part but you felt like you could trust James, heâd never do anything to hurt you right? Heâs older than you and knows more than you.
The guitarist slipped his finger up your folds making you jerk your hips up and hiss. Youâre so sensitive down there. He licks his finger clean before getting down on his knees and licking a bold stripe against your pussy.
âOh!â You moaned in surprise. The singer chuckled against you sending vibrations throughout your body. He continued to eat you out causing you to shiver and shake under him from all the newly found pleasure you experienced.
You felt yourself get overwhelmed with this tingly feeling in your cunt and you tried to back away to make James stop, âPlease, James stop! Itâs too much I donât know what going on too tingly nâ itchy- oh!â You screamed out in pleasure as your first ever orgasm hit you like a truck.
âSo good baby, oh my god you taste divine.â He moaned as he lapped up all your cum before standing up to check on you. He pressed a kiss to your lips before undoing his belt and letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor.
His dick sprang to life hitting his stomach before he guided it to your core, rubbing it up and down your folds making you gasp, âWhat are you doing now?â You asked a little nervously.
âIâm playing with you, remember?â He didnât want you to know exactly what he was doing to keep a tiny bit of your innocence for his own sick pleasure. He slowly entered your tight hole making you hiss in pain, âJames stop! That hurts!â You cried but he kept entering you, staying still for a bit to let you adjust to the feeling.
Once you calmed down he started to thrust himself inside, and the pain you felt quickly turned to pleasure as he hit your g spot over and over. James gripped your hips as he fucked you.
âFuuuck so perfect for me. Taking my dick so good.â He growled as he upped the pace making you moan and cry out. He didnât care if anyone heard the two of you, he was too caught up in the moment.
âJamie!â You cried out as you felt your second orgasm arriving and hitting you again making your vision white for a second. âYouâre such a good girl letting your brotherâs friend play with you like this.â The vocalist moaned before he pulled out of you to shoot his load on your tummy.
He scooped up his own cum with his finger and brought it to your mouth, âopen.â He commanded and you did as he said, taking his finger in your mouth and tasting the salty release.
âGood girl.â
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Hi Roro, hope youâre doing well! Let me start by saying your Sunday stuff is MAGNIFICENT, oh my gosh this MAN-
Iâve come with a request for youâŚ
Dr. Veritas Ratio x fem or gn reader. Bathtub. Sex. Like most of the time heâs only interested in reading in the tub, rejecting readerâs advances. But one day, idk, heâs in a MOOD but he doesnât want to admit it, so he lets reader go a little further than normal with her advances, but heâs still being petty about it, kinda denying and still trying to read his book or whatever and it just Escalates eventuallyâŚ
Aaaa thank you so much if you decide to do my request! Remember to take breaks and stay hydrated!
I'm ILL over this man jfc-
Dr. Ratio here to prescribe you with a dose of vitamin D-//SHOT
Veri, my love, please just one chance I'm begging just a crumb oisego-
But yesssss gimme the bathtube sex I want it- I wanna do all kinds of wild things to or with this man. Crazy.
But hehehe I know what you are. đď¸đď¸
A s i m p . 𫵠(Like I'm any better.)
And thank you!!! This took a While, but I did it. I had lots of fun with it so feel free to request again~
CW and writing under the cut:
CW: vagina and cock (gasp), PIV sex, cockwarming, rough sex, hair pulling, choking (+some breath play), cumming inside (wrap it before you tap it folks), spanking, degradation+praise, objectification, kinda sorta human furniture thing???, name calling (ex:slut), use of words like "cunt" (wow that feels weird writing here-), marking, ignoring you during cockwarming, doggy position(?), cum play, holding your hands behind your back, discussion of safe wording (check-ins), kinda cum as lube?, funishment, d/s aspects to the relationship (though you are dating for romantic reasons as well), slight pussy slapping, talking to your pussy (I know this man a freak <333), crying during sex (+dacryphilia), dumbification (ofc this was gonna be here), ruined orgasm, edging, slight cum eating, a liiiiittle bit of gagging (w/ fingers), usage of "pet" exactly once
Reader gender: fem (I talked with anon separately and they decided on this when I asked for preference- I also only have one fem reader ask. If people want, I can write another version tweaked to be gn or AMAB/male reader~)
Disclaimers:
>>>Dr. Ratio will be referred to as Veritas here since reader is dating him.
>>>This was written and almost finished before 1.6 release.
Bathtub sex, surprisingly, probably isn't the norm for you two. After all, Veritas (oml it feels weird calling him that after so long of calling him Ratio-) enjoys his down time in the bath where he can relax with you and read his books. I like to think that it's one of the few times when his ever racing mind is a bit quieter. So when you are finally pent up enough at just the right time to want to pounce on him in the tub, he's a bit surpised at first. But the surprise would soon melt into mild annoyance. "Can't you just stay still? Quit it- I'm trying to read."
Of course he says it in that ever dramatic way of his while not even glancing up from his book. Speaking of said book- "You're going to get my book wet, darling-" (Yes, he's a "darling" kind of guy. It's sophisticated as he is. And you know he'd say it with that drawl of his and drag the word out. Sometimes in those more intimate moments, it sounds almost like a sultry purr with the way he says it, commanding all your attention.) "And if you do that, you know I'm going to have to punish you, hm?" You almost want it if it means he'd touch you where you want him, but you know that his punishments aren't necessarily fun. Yet still you like them all the same.
(They're more of funishments than punishments in this case- Please do know that funishments and punishments aren't the same, my dear little kinksters~ Since the reader actually enjoys these "punishments" a lot and they are done for their and Veritas' mutual gratification, it's a funishment. These are normally for bratting behavior while actual punishments are for serious things and are meant to actually discourage the behavior that earned you the punishment. Hopefully I explanied it well, lololol-)
But of course you continue to try and rouse his interest, touching him here and there. It reaches the point where you manage to wiggle your way between his arms, in front of his book. Not only does this block his view, but you're dripping water all over his book! (It was all of one or two droplets.) If you listened close enough, you'd probably have heard the sound of his reason breaking in that moment. Like you had poked a sleeping bear one too many times. (And some little part of himself that knew it was also partly because he also was getting into a mood was squashed. Of course it was just because you needed to be disciplined.)
"That's it. You want my attention, darling? Well now you have it.â There was something dark in his voice that sent a shiver down your back and made your nethers tingle in anticipation. He snapped the book closed and set it on the table by the bathtub almost gently, a stark contrast between how his voice sounded and how he was looking at you. He'd tilt his head and consider you, seemingly thinking about how best to punish you for your transgressions. "Hands on my shoulders and do not move them. Color?" Veritas was launching right into it, huh? "Green." "Good."
With hands on his strong shoulders, you watched him with eyes darting around his form to try and figure out what he'd do. Your question was answered by a hand gripping your hip and another dragging down between your breasts, then over your belly, then stopping on your mound. He didn't move any lower, fingers thrumming there just above where you wanted him. Teasing. "I can see your cunt drooling from here. Was she just so hungry that you couldn't be good and hold it until we were out of the tub?" Heat bloomed in your cheeks as he spoke. "Should I punish her? Hm?" Veritas gave your wetness a few light slaps, just enough to make you jolt but not enough to do more than just barely sting. "No- It isn't her fault she's so empty and wanting. But it is your fault that you couldn't be obedient and wait. Isn't that right, my cute little slut?" He whispered in your ear, leaned forward to curl possessively over you while his fingers slipped down to trace around your twitching hole as it tried to suck his finger in.
"Mmmmm..." he hummed lowly, the sound vibrating against you where your chests were pressed together. He kissed the spot beneath your ear before his lips marked a path down your neck, sucking and nipping marks into the tender flesh there. Just as he reached the junction between your neck and shoulder, he suddenly sunk his teeth in and thrusted two fingers into you at the same time. Veritas had sneakily wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you still right before so you weren't able to squirm away from his teeth or his fingers that now plunged in and out of you, agonizingly slow after that fast, rough entry.
The man pressed a kiss to your new bitemark before sliding the hand of the arm around your waist up your back to latch onto your nape and hold you still for a kiss. He chuckled into it as you attempted to fight him for dominance, your tongues clashing. Ultimately, he won and was now devouring your mouth, licking into it with fervor.
At some point, his fingers began to speed up. Veritas was fingerfucking you with his palm slapping against your throbbing clit. And right as you felt yourself begin that climb- He slowed down, his thrusts going back to a leisurely rhythm. He swallowed the whine that left your throat, smirking into the kiss you were still locked in. As he pulled away, he looked incredibly smug. "Thought it would be that easy? Of course not. This is a punishment.â
He did this another time, bringing you close to the rise of pleasure (not at all that close to your peak, though) before going frustratingly slowing. The third time, however... It didn't seem that he was going to stop, and you felt it build and build inside you like a white hot flame. And right as you were reaching the end... He spanked you and ripped his fingers out, sending you over the edge but ruining your orgasm. It had tears beading in your eyes. Fuck did that make him want to fuck you absolutely stupid, but he had more control than that. Your punishment was far from over.
He soothingly ran his hand over your back as you leaned into him, body shivering. "Color?" Through your panting breaths, you managed a weak, "Green." "Good girl." He didn't let you rest any longer, manhandling you into a new position. Now you were leaned over the edge of the tub with your hands keeping you from falling out, Veritas behind you. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to take it all like a good girl, right?" At first you thought he was talking to you, but then he caressed your slit and cooed at it. That mixed sense of shame and arousal shot through you and had you clenching around nothing, making Veritas laugh condescendingly. "So honest..."
Again he started out slow, the sensual slide of his cock inside of your pussy making you close your eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. But he was faster to ramp things up now that he'd already edged you and ruined one of your orgasms. It may or may not have also been because he was quite ready to slake his own lust with your body.
The only reason you didn't slam your face into the tub's edge or fall out was Veritas' grip on you when he grabbed both of your wrists and pulled your arms behind your back. You felt a hand slide into your hair and then he was thrusting into you hard, the slap of his hips slamming into your ass loud in the confined space of the bathroom. It was obscene the way you could even hear the wet sound of his cock going in and out of you amplified by the natural acoustics of said bathroom. "You like hearing how well you take me, slut? I certainly do. It's filthy. Fitting-"
Your hips are bruising from them being pressed onto the edge of the tub, bumping into it with almost every thrust. It hurt but fuck did it all feel so good because he was pressing against your sweet spot every time he fucked into your wet hole.
The hand pulling your head back by your hair let go only to wrap around your throat and pull you up so your back pressed against his chest. "Fuck you sound like such a whore right now. Are you my good little whore? Just for me?" Of course you couldn't answer because your mind was blank from his hand pressing just right to cut off some of that blood flow. Oh and because he had also just tilted his hand to cut off your air. He held for a bit, waiting until your vision was a bit fuzzy at the edges before letting you breathe, the feeling of the air rushing back into your lungs making you dizzy. You felt so close you could scream- And then you nearly did when he pulled out and stopped your orgasm.
His hands let go of you and you nearly keeled over, but he caught you. With an arm around your waist, you couldn't tell what he was doing behind you until you heard the slick sound of him fisting his cock. Right as he began cumming, he slammed back into you to fill you with it while biting down hard on the back of your neck. Another bite to mark you as his.
Veritas then pulled out so the last few spurts of cum would paint your labia in white, marking you inside and out with his spend.
You could feel the frustrated tears pouring down your face as you felt your burning arousal festering in your belly and the mix of embarrassment and thrill at his actions. Fuck this man would be the end of you. He unlatched from your neck to lean forward and lick the tears off your face with a hum. "You look so pretty like this..." He patted your ass before that same hand was sliding down to open you up using your pussy lips as he leaned back to watch as the cum he poured into you began to slip out.
Scooping up the cum that had dribbled out, he fingered it back in, purposefully tapping at your gspot a few times. He then pulled the white covered fingers out and petted your clit, playing with it a little before bringing it to your face. "Clean them off." Your tongue kitten licked some of it off before he was shoving them in your mouth. You gagged a little, drooling over his fingers while weakly sliding your tongue over them to clean them of the cum clinging to them.
"Good girl," he praised with a kiss to your jaw before he let out a sigh. "I'm going to sit you on my cock and finish my reading. Color?" "Green, fuck-" "That's a good pet."
Warming his cock while leaned forward to rest your arms on the lip of the tub while your head rested on those was hard. You desperately wanted to cum, but you now were willing to be obedient to get what you wanted. You weren't sure how much more punishment you could take. It didn't help that he had an arm resting on the back of your hips, slung over them as he leaned on you a bit while his other arm rested atop the other one. That hand was holding up his book. He wasn't touching you besides that and your ass resting in the cradle of his hips, cock deep inside your pussy which still fluttered around his thickness occasionally. Every time you squirmed he would spank you with a pointed look before going back to his book, ignoring you entirely. Any whining or talking would be met with the same treatment.
He checked in on you after a bit. "Color?" "...yellow." His demeanor changed immedately. Petting your side, he eased you back to lean against him once more. "What's wrong, baby?" He typically saved that endearment for intimate moments alone together and times like this where you might need reassurance. "I wanna see your face... wanna hold you." It seemed you might be a bit sensitive, now, after being punished for a while and needed that from him. "Of course, baby. Your punishment is almost over. I'll let you come soon and we can continue in the bedroom, hm?" You loved this man. "Okay." He kissed your forehead. "Good girl."
He slipped out, making you whine. It was met with a chuckle and he helped you turn around to slide into his lap again, this time facing him.
Veritas pulled you to rest against him, tucking you into his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Once you both were settled in, he went back to reading. He still ignored you, but it wasn't so bad this time.
You knew he was done when he set his book on the table again.
He settled his grip on your hips before going straight into fucking up into you hard and fast, what cum was still left in you from his cock plugging it in you aiding the slide of dick in and out of you. He fucked you and played with you until you felt like you couldn't think straight. Even when he asked you questions, knowing you couldn't answer, you weren't quite sure what you said. Whether it was even coherent or not.
"Such a cute, dumb girl for me."
As you came around his cock again, you moaned as you felt the warmth of his cum in you. "Did so, so good for me. Such a good girl." Veritas gave you some time to come down from your high before asking. "Do you want to continue in the bedroom or are you finished for the night?" "...m' done." "Alright, baby." He gave you some more time before cleaning you up and draining the tub. Another kiss was pressed to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. "Let's go to bed, darling. I'll take care of you."
Lololol hopefully you like it. đ
If thereâs any typos or if it doesnât make sense somewhere⌠Your honor my client claims âoopsie daisyâ. Itâs me. The client is me, your honor-
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Hii I am more of a silent reader but really want to start making requests but if you don't like this request you totally don't have to do it. All so if this is too long sorry.
So maybe a Jason prompt with "why not them why me" like they have been spending more time with the Bat boys, making Jason jealous. They confesses they did it to be liked by her boyfriend's family.
Hey anon! Thanks for the request. I tweaked it a little, but it's got the same theme you requested. Hope you like!
jason todd x gn!reader. jealous/sad jason, happy ending, proposal, established relationship. he's the goodest boy. ft the batbros.
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It's close to nine PM when Dick finally drops you off home.
You turn to Damian first and hold out your hand, expecting him to give you his usual handshake goodbye.
Instead, Damian pats your shoulder and gives you a nod. You blink, startled.
"Today was enjoyable," he says, holding the book about saltwater creatures that he got from the zoo. "I will inform Todd that he has chosen well."
In Damian speak, you may as well have gotten a hug and a blessing.
"Oh," you say, trying not to tear up. "Thank you, Damian. I had a good time, too. Thank you both for spending the day with me."
"This was a test," Damian says, and Dick rolls his eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Dami, stop calling it a test. It wasn't a test."
"Richard, I don't know why you insist on lying. They obviously have figured out that it was a test. In any case, they've passed, so it doesn't matter."
You hide a smile as Dick gives up and gets out of the car. He opens your door.
"I'll see you later, Damian," you say. "Good luck with your science test."
"I do not need luck," Damian replies. "But I appreciate the sentiment. Goodbye."
You follow Dick into your apartment building. You're happy; last week, you spent the day with Tim and Cassandra. The week before that, you officially met Bruce and Alfred.
Dick and Damian were the last "test," and the ones you were most nervous about. From what Jason's told you about his family, Dick and Damian, while total opposites in temperament, are extremely shrewd in their judgments of character, and not easy to please. For all that Dick is friendly and warm, you know he's studying your every move to ensure that you're a good match for his little brother. Not that you blame them; you're sure that being children of a billionaire has resulted in some awful dates.
Today was your fourth outing with Dick, and your second with Damian. At first, Damian seemed totally closed off to you, which you understood. You're his brother's partner; what twelve year old gives a shit about that?
But you feel you've made good progress today. You feel like the Wayne's really like you, and don't just tolerate you because they have to.
"Please don't listen to him," Dick says while you wait for the elevator. "Damian thinks every social interaction is a test. We're working on it."
"It's okay," you say, because it is. "I get it. I'm glad I passed."
Dick shakes his head. "It was never a matter of passing. We thought you were great the first time Jason introduced you to us."
"Dick..." You melt at that, both out of relief and fondness. Dick is probably your favorite one of Jason's brothers, after Damian, of course. He's the most sympathetic to your attempts at connecting with the family and the one who's the gentlest with you.
He smiles, all sunshine, and you're abruptly glad that Jason has a family like this one.
"Are you gonna ask him this week?" Dick asks.
You bite your lip, unable to hide your smile. "I think so. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect. He doesn't like all that fuss. And you'll be letting him know that you want to marry just him. Not when you're dressed up, on a date, but all of him."
"I do," you say, voice thick. "I do want that, D."
He nods, eyes soft. "I know. I'll see you next week," he says. "Don't worry about the dinner, okay? You're practically family now. And I expect to see a ring!"
He pulls you into a quick hug, and you sag in relief. You did well. It's been confirmed.
"Thank you," you say softly.
The elevator doors open. Dick lets you go, and you wait for the doors to close before you go to your apartment.
"You're out late."
You jump, almost dropping your bag of zoo souvenirs. Jason is leaning against the couch, arms folded. You laugh a little, holding your chest.
"Jay, you scared me! Jeez."
You go to him and lean in for a kiss. He dodges you, slipping away to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You blink owlishly, trying to process what just happened.
"Um," you begin. "Is everything okay?"
"So where was it this time?" Jason asks. "Escape room? Art museum? Some other place you can't be seen with me?"
"Jason, what are you talking about?"
He finally looks at you. His gaze is intense, lethal. It makes you take a step back. He turns away.
"Where'd you go today? And be honest."
"We went to the zoo, and then we went to dinner. Me, Dick, and Damian. Jay, what's this about?"
Jason looks up. His gaze is no longer lethal; now it's just melancholy.
"Are you with me to get to them?" he asks.
"Get to who?"
"The Bats. Gotham's finest. Bruce Wayne's rag-tag group of orphans he can't stop collecting."
"Are you asking me if I'm in this relationship to get to your family?" you ask, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking if you like my media-trained, not-undead family who you can actually spend time with publicly. I'm asking if you like my Boy Wonder brother, who'd probably show you a better time than I can."
"Jason Wayne, I have never cheated on you or thought about cheating on you. With Dick or anyone else," you say firmly. "Now, what's this about?"
Jason's face falls.
"You're right," he says quietly. "That was stupid 'f me to say. I know you're faithful, baby."
He won't look you in the eye now. It is reminiscent of the beginning of your relationship when Jason would retreat whenever you argued. It wasn't until you confronted him about it that you learned that he thought every argument was your last and that you'd break up with him the next day.
"Jay," you say, getting closer. "Something's obviously bothering you. Talk to me, please."
He stays quiet. You get close enough to touch him, but you don't, in case he's not ready to be touched yet.
"Why me?" he rasps.
"Why you what?"
He takes a sharp breath. "Why not them? Why me? Why d'you bother with me?"
"Jay, baby, where's this coming from? I don't bother with you, I love you. I am in a relationship with you because I want to be."
"You've hung out with them this whole month," he mumbles. "And I know we can't go out anytime 'cause I'm technically dead, but I justâI mean, we could work something out if you really wanna go. I wanna do that stuff with you too."
"Jason, no, no," you say, and reach for him. This time, he lets you pull him into a hug, and you kiss his chin. He makes a soft sound in his throat.
"Oh, honey, is that what this is about? You think I'm replacing you?"
"'S happened before," he mumbles, and you screw your face up so you won't cry at that.
"Jason, Iâ" You take a deep breath and release him until you're holding his hands. "Fuck me, I guess there's no time like the present."
Jason squints. "What're youâ"
"I met them to ask for their blessing," you say before you can lose your nerve. "I hung out with them because I wanted to make sure they'd like me, and I should've told you, but I wanted to keep it a surprise."
"Keep what a surprise? Sweetheart, what'sâ"
You let go of Jason's hands and get down on one knee. Jason's eyes go wide.
"Holy fuck," he says, and you laugh wetly.
"Jaybird, we've been together for a long time, and I'm positive that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I hung out with your family this month so I could be sure that we'd get along. Because I know they're important to you, even if you have your rough patches."
"Holy fuck," Jason says again, eyes glassy.
You smile and pull out the black velvet box with the ring that Alfred had helped you choose.
"Jason Wayne, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will youâmmph!"
Jason is on you in an instant, and the box tumbles from your hand. He presses you to the floor and kisses you hard, his hands squeezing your waist.
"Jay, this part is supposed to come after we get married, not before," you say when he finally lets you break for air.
"What can I say? Commitment gets me hot."
You wrap your arms around his neck, comfortable under him. Jason kisses you again, softer and sweeter.
"So is that a yes?" you ask.
"It's an emphatic yes, oui, si, ja, da..."
"Okay, I get it, Bruce put you in private school," you say, rolling your eyes. Jason pinches your hip and you squeal.
He rolls you over so you're atop him.
"I'm sorry I said those things," he says. "I didn'tâI know you wouldn't do that. I was just upset, but I shouldn't have accused you out of anger."
"I forgive you," you say and kiss his temple. "It's not the last fight we'll have, and if I was afraid of a few arguments, I wouldn't ask you to marry me, Jay. Thank you for communicating."
"Fuck, I love ya," he whispers, and hugs you tighter.
"Ditto!" you say, and he snorts.
"So my entire family knows I'm getting married then, huh?"
"What? No. I only told Dick."
Jason laughs. "Yeah. Everybody definitely knows."
"Jay, I didn't mean..."
"Aw, baby, no, it's okay. I never thought I'd actually make it this far, so it's really okay." He kisses your nose when you start to frown. "And I'm the first Wayne to get married for real. Suck it, B!"
"Please don't put that in your vows, Jay."
Jason grins so hard, his cheeks puff out.
"No promises, fiance."
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hello hello can i ask for reader (either new transfer or someone they're just consulting with) hellbent on avoiding and not talking to spencer bcs he keeps rambling off about stuff everytime they're in his vicinity but they just have a really bad history of men mansplaining things to them so even tho spencer doesn't give off that vibe they just can't help but be sensitive to it đđ¤˛đť
tweaked jussst a bit gn!reader. i need to work on making my brain bigger so i can give more detail for spencer.
âwell there many ways one can create their own bomb. they could use proper chemical equipment or just simple house hold items you can buy from anywhere.â
âwell actually thereâs only four ways to create one and most people go the homemade route. which is the most difficult to trace due to them being bought in plain sight.â a tall, skinny agent beside a man in the well pressed suit just reiterated what you said. you took an exhale through your nose to withhold an eye roll.
âyes, what i said. sulfuric acid is a common ingredient so iâd look into peopleâs recent purchases and cross reference that with their past criminal history.â you moved around lab as you shuffled and stacked papers, âif you need anymore help seems you already have someone with the answers. good luck.â leaving the two federal agents behind as you exited into the hallway with a tiny chip sitting on your shoulder.
what was the reason to seek you out if they already had someone whoâd know their answers? probably once they saw who you were they wanted to intimidate you, that one guy wanted to show off that he knew the same information as you. no one ever gave you the respect in this department, many âcolleaguesâ have taken credit for work that youâve done. they always talk over you or explain a concept that you already knew, seeing as you were in the same field as said mansplainer.
âsomeone looks to be in a mood.â oh great, if your hour couldnât get worse. you didnât bother looking at dr. fray, he was said mansplainer that always thought he was more inept when really you have a higher standing than him.
âsince you left those agents on their own i stepped up to help them by giving further detail into their investigation. just helped save some lives, no big dealio.â your periphery saw how he walked with a certain air about him, one that many men carry without a care in the world.
you rolled your eyes as you kept walking to your office, âwhatever. they already have someone who knows this information so we werenât needed anyway.â you pulled your keys from your coat pocket, âwell it was not fun walking with you. off you go, fray.â shielding yourself by throwing the door in his face.
you wanted to be away from any type of male for the rest of the day, not wanting to hear their unnecessary chatter, they just like the sound of their own voice. neatly arranging your files on your desk and placing your coat over the back of your chair you were ready to finish some documents when there was a gentle knocking to your door. you werenât expecting anyone for a meeting so when you were faced with the lanky agent from earlier you couldnât help as your face shifted into one of annoyance before shifting into neutral.
âwas there something you needed, dr. reid?â arms crossed defensively over your chest. you internally hated how he seemed to know almost everything know to man and he seemed to be about your age. you wanted to rip your hair out halfway through your bachelors degree.
dr. reidâs mouth was pressed into a tight line, his fingers twiddling with this satchel strap over his chest. âi- uh i overheard a bit of your- your conversation and just wanted to⌠apologize?â he ended with a question.
your brows quirked, âapologize? for what?â confused on what was happening. men rarely apologized to you, youâve been ran down on the street by guys who donât care about anyone else on the street.
âi didnât mean to overstep earlier. i understand to an extent what it feels like for people to talk over you or just ignore what youâve said.â your anger melted just a bit at his words, âand i know for you itâs harder. thereâs statistically less then 0.05% of non white males in many fields. i can tell you worked hard to be in this position, so i apologize for earlier.â his mouth probably ran just a tad faster than his brain.
you dropped your defensive stance, hands to link at the bottom of your stomach as you gave dr. reid a friendly smile, the first of the day. âthank you, dr. reid. i appreciate that you recognized your actions and acknowledged my feelings.â
he rocked on his feet, âyou can call me spencer.â he said shyly, âalso iâve read a couple of your thesis. and if you have the time when this is over iâd- iâd love to discuss them with you.â you noted how his cheeks started to tint into hues of pink, it was cute.
âwould be nice to talk with someone that has a fully functioning brain. you know where to find me, spencer.â
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I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done
my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION
I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut
Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.
here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.
So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.
For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....
I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time
OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard
#cult of the lamb#cotl#kallamar#plushie#felt craft#does this count as a plush or is it like a doll idfk#I just make shit because I feel like it not cause I can categorize it in any way#drug cw#ONLY CAUSE OF THE REAL PIPE#THERE IS NO ACTUAL DRUG USE HAPPENING
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And firebenders can tweak the electric signals in someone's body-
But this made me think. Waterbenders can control water molecules and can bend anything the water will bring along. That is why they can bend blood. But waterbenders are also capable of NOT picking up objects that the water is carrying. So they can also dehydrate people, flood their lungs, flood their bladder, flood their digestive track, in turn giving someone diarrhoea, they can give someone a cough and a cold by increasing the volume of their mucus.
This means waterbenders would make great medics, btw. Any water is potable water. Everything is a water container. The most powerful water bender should be able to turn water into ice or steam, access groundwater in the deserts, and be able to make canals and streams.
The earth bender can bend a select range of minerals, but if they work really hard on it, they can bend any of them. Like toph did.
Strong earthbenders should be able to manipulate the very structure of molecules of the minerals so that they can sit on top of one another in a way that makes them pliable, malleable, strong, springy, etc to form the right shape and the right type of earth.
Like the water benders, they have the ability to add pressure and also control the movement of the rocks. Boomi and Toph already demonstrated what crazy fighters earthbenders can make. But i also think about how easily they can poison someone, oversalt them (dehydration 2.0), and calcify organs while the person is alive. They can cause bone cancer, they can break teeth, crush bones to powder, and puncture the internal organs. Manipulate bones did not even cover it.
They could manipulate armour to move to fight wars for the country. They could set flintstone fires without being there. They could weave metal into fabric. So many possibilities. I'm not even mentioning the industrial use, i believe LoK covered that?
Air benders and fire benders are different. Fire bending is easier to cover on an atomic level.
So they can bend heat, basically, right? But also, for some reason, they can channel electricity. The conclusion i am coming to is that they have command over the kinetic energy of individual electrons. That is why it is hard to master.
But this opens possibiliti3s. So i joked that they could modify the electric signals in the brain, but they literally could. But they can do so much more. Because this isn't atomic, it is subatomic. Yes, they can heat (and cool) things. Yes, they can use electricity. But if they can move electrons? So much more. They can change the properties of things. I can't even begin to list them. They can cut things, they can mend things seamlessly, and they can perform alchemy, changing the very structure of the atom. But that means it is an extremely volatile ability. Even the strongest bender would have to work these things one at a time or risk radiation.
Lastly, we have airbenders. There's two things that could be manipulating just air. One, they can move only free atoms. Which actually fits in with the heirarchy of molecular bonds of earth bender, molecules of water benders, airbenders with free atoms, and firebenders with subatomic electrons.
The other one would be the ability to create vacuums in space, and the air follows the small vacuums. Seeing how rigorously airbenders train, that seems the likely option despite the harmony from the other one. And then, the air bicycle is not possible. Which means. The airbenders just were into aesthetics and acting like a cult. Oh well, that's ok.
Aang has proven that airbenders can lift things with air. Heavy, dense things. They can probably aerosolise any atoms. Basically, they could pick atoms to put next to each other and let them form molecules. Airbending air out of lungs is probably the easiest thing. They can literally travel to space and make their own space suit. Out of air. Their scuba diving gas tank can be made out of literal air.
#i can't type at the speed of my thought#hit F to pay respect#atla#avatar the last airbender#katara#toph beifong#atla zuko#aang#atla boomi#legend of korra#waterbending#airbending#firebending#earthbending#i should learn physics before i open my mouth but that comes with the territory of being a writer#atla headcanons#if you read even the tags#here's a potato#i wonder if there exist other types of benders that don't realise they are benders
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Prank War (Derek/Spencer)
Summary: After a prank, Derek decides he's had enough of Spencer's shenanigans. (For the first of @august-anon's weekly Tickletober prompts!! I hope you all enjoy, thanks to everyone who voted for this ship!!)
With such a serious job, it was no wonder that the Behavioral Analysis Unit often found themselves engaging in childlike behavior to lighten the mood around the office.
It was evident in the way Peneleope dug up their old school photos and showed them off to the others, teasing comments ready on their tongues about Emilyâs goth fashion. Or, the way Emily could be found braiding JJâs hair on the jet, or how everyone still whined and pouted when Spencer beat them at various board and card games.
However, Derek and Spencer got up to much more ridiculous things than that. It had started small, with stolen pens and rearranged desks. Then, Derek tied Spencerâs shoelaces together while he was asleep on the jet, resulting in a very ungraceful face-plant. Spencer retaliated by replacing the sugar in the bullpen with salt, which ended up inconveniencing more than just Morgan, which he only felt a little bit bad about.
The tension between the two agents was high, always having a suspicious look on their faces when they were together. Their interactions were laced with mischief, an underlying buzz of anticipation.
Derek quickly got fed up with their little game, because Spencerâs pranks were becoming increasingly irritating, and he refused to admit defeat over salty coffee and stolen belongings. It was so ridiculous, so childishâand yet, he didnât want to give up, to concede that Reid had won. Fighting dirty seemed like a more appealing option.
No one seemed alarmed when Derek essentially pounced on Spencer one evening, the jet having been otherwise quiet. Spencer had been engrossed in a novel, and let out a startled shriek when he was attacked, and Morgan hadnât even moved his fingers before Spencer started babbling.
âWait, wait, Morgan, we can talk about this! Iâm sorry!â he cried, trying desperately to push the other man away, but it was no use.
Derek just chuckled, easily dodging Spencerâs flailing limbs. âOh, itâs way too late for apologies, pretty boy,â he said, hands finding the doctorâs sides and squeezing.
Rossi snorted to himself, Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, but there was a fond smile fighting its way onto his face. Emily gave a fond roll of her eyes, and JJ pulled out her phone, snapping some photos to send to Penelope.
The case theyâd been working on had ended happily, as happily as it could have. There had already been a light, positive vibe in the air that evening, and it was easy to fall into silliness. People would probably expect that the worst cases led to them needing to be cheered up, but those things wereâŚWell, the things that they worked with were impossible to âcheer upâ from. Those rough cases, those were the ones that left everyone silent, trying to lose themselves in music or books. A hug was sometimes welcome, but laughterâŚLaughter needed to wait until the dust had settled.
But the case had ended well, and so, Spencerâs high-pitched giggling was a welcome sound.
âMorgan, please,â he gasped. Derekâs fingers had found a sweet spot just at the bottom of his ribs, and he wouldnât stop tweaking it. âIâll do whatever you want, please!â
âHmmâŚâ Derek said. âWhat if all I want is my revenge?â
Spencer whimpered before dissolving into laughter again as Derek switched to spidering over his belly. âIâll do all your paperwork for a week!â
âMake it a month.â
âIâll pretend Iâm not hearing this,â Hotch said. The smile had finally broken through his defenses.
Derek chuckled, JJ snapped another photo, and Spencer curled desperately into a ball to escape his touch. With the promise of that month of paperwork, Derek seemed willing to concede. He just had one more requirement for his mercy.
âAnd, you gotta stop with this prank stuff, alright?â Derek said, giving him a couple quick pokes.
Spencer giggled and batted his hands away. âYes, yes, alright!â
And with that, he went back to his seat, a smug smile on his face.
Spencer, pink in the face, straightened his tie and fixed his hair, before resuming the book heâd been reading. Conversation resumed as normal, the flight continued without incident.
The ridiculousness had ended, but it would likely return soon. If not in the form of a prank war or tickle fight, it would be a night of karaoke at a bar, or watching baby animal videos on Garciaâs computer. With a job like theirs, the moments of laughter were necessary. It kept them all afloat, alive. They always managed to find some light at the end of the tunnel.
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what type of movies the sdv marriage candidates would watch:
so this is just for funsies, but i decided to brainstorm what types of movies/shows all 12 marriage candidates would watch. there will be a mini-drabble assigned to each one, as a treat. sorry i got a little carried away with some of these. i hope you guys enjoy <3
bachelors:
harvey: he loves romcoms. there is literally no denying it.
i picture him on the farmhouse couch, wrapped in his favorite blanket with a mountain of tissues next to him. you walk in and take "your spot" next to him (which is basically as close to him as humanly possible, your head resting on his shoulder). he leans into your body to acknowledge you're there, but he's too invested in his movie. DEFINITELY a movie crier. "why can't she see that he's the perfect guy for her!!!" absolutely inconsolable during the parts where the love interests are fighting, but then when they finally get together he's like "i knew it!!!" harvey would have a variety of snacks, though most of them are things like apple slices with peanut butter and some assorted nuts. happy to share his opinions about the movie and even ask your input on the love interest(s). for example, if the main love interest has a current partner who is definitely not right for them, he'd be like, "so, you see that persons TOTALLY the wrong one for them, right?" he'd also "take notes" and use what hes learned from these movies to plan romantic dates for the two of you.
elliott: let's all be honest here. he also loves romcoms.
he and harvey have a "book-club" style meeting where they watch a movie and discuss it over tea/coffee. of course, he'd invite you, too. being the romantic - and writer - he is, he spends the entire movie critiquing things and going "oh, well, if i wrote it i'd do it this way-" you love him, even if he does talk over the movie. i also think he'd be the one to bring the most AMAZING array of snacks to a movie night - like full on 3 course meal with dessert. a bit overkill, but what else would you expect? elliott probably gets too invested in the storylines and - if its an ending he doesnt like - will write his "own version" with tweaks. yes, elliott is a part of fandom, sue me! he'd definitely show you the finished script and ask for your input. who knows? maybe elliott will direct his own movie one day - with you as the star, of course.
alex: if you guessed sports movies and gridball games... you'd be completely wrong. i think alex enjoys animated movies - it doesn't really matter the genre. alternatively, i also think he would enjoy westerns.
here me out: everyone always assumes he's like.. sport obsessed, and he is, but thats SOOO boring. i think he does enjoy watching sports, yes, but his favorite movie type is animated. im talking studio ghibli animation. he loves howl's moving castle and makes you watch it with him several times a week. honestly, you aren't entirely sure he doesn't have a crush on christian bale, but like, who could blame him? now for the westerns. from my own personal experience of visiting my grandparents, they watch westerns exclusively. i think living with george and evelyn would have introduced him to the western cowboy film genre and he would have instantly loved it. it's mainly a nostalgia thing - when alex was younger, he'd always sit on george's lap and watch the western movies with his grandfather. evelyn would be making cookies in the kitchen and then bring kid alex a heaping portion. whenever he watches a western now, he feels warm and safe. it reminds him of his childhood. of home.
shane: action comedy
i don't really think this would needs much explanation.. shane just enjoys a good action comedy movie. i think he'd laugh way too loudly. personally, i think he enjoys animated action comedies much more than live action ones (though he'll still watch those). i think his favorite would be kung fu panda, just because he sees himself as po in a way. i think he would supply ample snacks - though most so unhealthy and sugary that they'll make your teeth fall out. he's definitely the type to fall asleep during a movie, cheesy dust coating his fingers and his hands still in the bowl you two were sharing. you just shake your head and place a blanket over him. maybe you even fall asleep, too. that's all fun and games until you somehow knock the bowl off in your sleep and cheese balls spill all over your carpet flooring. oops. it's okay tho! 5 second rule. i also think shane is the type to walk into a room where a movie is playing while he was doing something (ie bringing you something, cleaning, etc), stand at the edge of the room with his arms crossed like he's "not interested", and spend 20 minutes watching before finally sitting down next to you.
sam: thriller movies
oh, sam. sammy sam samson. he's another tough one. theres so many good genres that i think he'd like, so hes sort of a chameleon. he's open to watch any and everything, but he LOVES thriller movies. more specifically, dystopian future thriller movies. he loves anything that's exciting. sorry sam fans, but i think he'd be the type to watch movies EXCLUSIVELY on his busted android phone. he'd also laugh loudly at parts and rewind to show you, but it's not like you can see through all the cracks so you're just like "oh, that's hilarious". sam loves sending you youtube compilations of "funny movie clips" and will be like "yoo, did you see that clip i sent you?" even though sam will watch anything, i think he absolutely despises war movies. even though he knows its just a movie, he can't help himself from imagining his father in that situation. war movies are a definite DO NOT WATCH for him. i think he would buy an entire large pizza for the two of you to share but.. im sorry, but you do NOT get any pizza. boy just eats the whole thing in 2 bites.
sebastian: historical movies
controversial, i know. but i feel like sebastian would love historical movies. growing up with demetrius as a step-father, sebastian always loved learning new things. historical movies allow him to continue to learn new things. now, i don't mean that he loves documentaries, i mean he loves historical FICTION movies. specifically, pirate movies. sebastian definitely is a laptop-only movie watcher. it doesn't matter if the tv is three feet from him, he will not watch something unless its on his laptop. i imagine him sitting on your shared bed, leaning back against the headboard with the laptop on his legs. he'd absolutely lose his mind if you joined him - even letting you hold the laptop, if you want. i think he would melt if you laid your head down on his chest and asked him questions about what he was watching - which he'd be happy to answer. he would definitely start playing with your hair if he seemed to be getting bored of his movie, or maybe he'd just do it without realizing.
bachelorettes:
emily: musicals!!
again, no real explanation needed. girlie loves to sing along - maybe even dance along - to the musical numbers. i think she is a musical theatre fanatic, though she really loves movie musicals. because broadway tickets are like so expensive, she prefers to stay home and watch them with you. she knows all the lyrics and has definitely watched them multiple times. during her favorite numbers, she'd pull you up from the couch and convince you to dance with her. you'd be having the time of your life - even if you didn't really know the lyrics. if you did, the two of you would be singing (well, screaming, really) along to every word.
leah: this one was a bit tough, but i think leah would like fantasy movies.
i really think she would enjoy the movie scenery more than the actual plot, though. like the beauty of the nature, you know? you two would be watching a movie where someone is going on a big, exciting quest and leah would be like "oh, gosh, look at those trees. the coloring is just spectacular." you don't mind, though, because she's right: these fantasy worlds always look so breath-takingly beautiful and it's hard not be captivated by them. i think she'd prefer the artistic aspect to the movies, especially if it's an animated fantasy movie. if it was animated, she'd be absolutely speechless and just in awe of how the animators drew something/someone. what she doesn't realize, though, is that you're looking at her the way she looks at the movie. she just looks so breath-taking and you can't help but smile every time she makes a comment about it. "this movie is so gorgeous" and you would think "but not as gorgeous as you."
maru: mysteries!!!
specifically murder mysteries or whodunit's. while she does love scientific documentaries as well, she also enjoys a good mystery movie. and when she watches them, she gets INVESTED. im talking making her own predictions and even asking you who you think the killer is. of course, she's always right. maybe she has some sort of "detective intuition"? you think it's adorable how she clings to your arm and rambles about her guesses. "how could you think it was THAT person? it's obviously this one!" can and will provide evidence on how she's right. makes you think and really dive deep into the movies. it's fun to watch them with her because it lets you view things in a different light than normal.
abigail: i think abby loves comedies.
yeah, everyone thinks she would like horror movies - and she does - but her favorite? comedies all the way. she loves a good laugh. the two of you have a movie theater date, making sure to get the extra large popcorn to share (but you wouldn't be mad if abby ate it all, since she usually does. but she looks cute with her face full of popcorn.) she laughs super loud and everyone else in the theater is .. glaring at you two. i think she would also have "full body" laugh reactions like she would smack the seat, smack her legs, just anything. she's having a good time tho. by the end of the date she is completely covered in popcorn (yes, it even managed to get in her hair, somehow) and you spend a few minutes picking each piece out.
haley: honestly? i think she enjoys horror movies. not because she's overly interested in the horror aspect, but because it gets her closer to you.
she would invite you over for a movie. of course, she would probably be scared out of her mind (or not, depending on the severity of the movie). regardless of if she was actually scared or not, i think she'd still find a reason to cuddle up next to you "for comfort" or "because she was scared". you don't mind, though, and you're happy to have her feel safe in your arms. eventually, she'd just stop trying to watch the movie all together and just cuddle up next to you.
penny: i think she would like dramas or melodramas.
penny, being calm and quiet herself, probably likes these genres of movies because she doesn't express very strong emotions herself. not that she doesn't feel them, she does!, she's just very soft spoken and doesn't like to speak her mind for fear of upsetting someone. when she watches these movies, she can relate to the characters and their experiences. it makes her feel.. calmer? in a way. i think she is the type to watch movies while in pajamas, probably before bed or at a sleep over type setting. she will defend her movie choices (not that you'd insult them, anyway). i also think she would be the type to bring "easy" snacks - peanuts and saltine crackers are her best friends. penny seems like the type to have a movie on in the background while doing something else (cleaning, trying new recipes, etc). if you two had a sleepover, she would definitely try to get you interested in her movie choice and list any possible actors you may know. even if it wasn't really "your thing", you'd still watch the movie because it makes penny happy.
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