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ALRIGHT! Another OC asks post! Y'all know the drill by now, I gotta do my Warrior Cats OC: SkullFace, and my Elder Scrolls: Skyrim self-insert OC: Stalks-In-Shadows!!

Now, this time around, Imma switch it up! Stalks will be going first! As usual, any that cannot apply to her due to her universe will not be included...let's do this!

Heart: By far, her mate, Veezara is the one that means the most to her. As an assassin, let alone one of 7 remaining Shadowscales, herself and Veezara being two, her parents, Lurks-In-Depths(Mother), and Slays-By-Moons(Father) being two, and hers and Veezara's children, SoulWatcher(Sol, son, second hatched), Smiles-At-Dawn(Dawn, daughter, first hatched) and Crimson-Eye(Crim, daughter, last hatched) being the last 3, is not without it's dangers...she almost lost Veezara once...her hatchlings hadn't even been born at the time. She was taken by a lycanthrope hunter named Wolfsbane, and in the process herself, Veezara, and Arnbjorn were badly wounded...they tranquilized Veezara with something so strong...she thought they'd killed him. They got her as well, the difference being she was netted and captured. Veezara and Arnbjorn were left to "die." Bjorn later took Vee back to the Dawnstar Sanctuary...and when Veezara came to a few days later, so began the search that would tear across Tamriel to find Stalks.

Broken heart: Stalks has hurt a lot of people. She's an assassin. It's in the job description, basically. But she has also spared plenty. If she deems a contract unnecessary or a target innocent, she will appeal to the Night Mother and ask that they be granted mercy. And as the Listener, she has more sway in those appeals. The most she's hurt emotionally? Veezara, Babette, Gabriella...and Astrid. She kept her lycanthropy a secret for a long time, afraid of how they would react to her pure-blooded form...in the end, they all took it well, but they were reasonably hurt by the lack of faith in them.

Wine: Argonian Bloodwine is her drink of choice...and why not? It's a Blackmarsh original. A taste of home. She will enjoy one on occasion, specifically after a higher profile contract gone perfectly, which usually follows with the Brotherhood celebrating the win. She doesn't get "drunk" easily. Argonians have a natural resistance towards disease, and that carries over to the effects of alcohol. At most, she'll get a buzz and a warm feeling in her body, and it's a very soothing feeling...most contracts she has to get to HERSELF. She doesn't use Shadowmere very often, in fact more often than not she'll use her were-beast form to get from point A to B. She's not like other Lycans, she can cover ground quicker, and isn't limited in how long she can stay transformed.

!: By far? That moment when Gaius Maro had herself and Veezara restrained in Solitude, saying their Sanctuary was being put to the sword as they spoke...everyone she loved could have been killed that night. She thanks Hircine every time she is reminded, because it was her speed as a Lycan that got her and Veezara home, to aid in the fight to free their Family from the flames before anyone was killed...the only casualties were the Penitus Oculatus that were involved. Astrid nearly died that night...but Stalks wasn't letting her take the easy way out. If she could hold on through 3rd degree burns all over her body, and long enough for the others to find her, and even still SPEAK- than she could hold on long enough to be healed. Which she did. Stalks took over as the leader nonetheless...but that night haunts her.

Steak: Stalks does actually have healthy coping mechanisms, thanks to Veezara. Meditation is one of them, and going out for a swim alone with her beloved is another...helps her clear her mind and de-stress.

Wilted Flower: Stalks is typically cool under pressure, but if something gets to her, truly, instead of Fight, it will be Freeze, for a moment...before logic and fight to live kick in.

Strawberry: Stalks is a worshipper of Hircine, Sithis, and Akatosh...and she is a part of the Hist, the Argonian cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. She knows her fate after she dies is uncertain...The Void, the Hunting Grounds, Akatosh's realm, or Rebirth in the Hist?

Cherries: Her best friend is Veezara, hands down. Aside from him? Between Gabby and Babette. Astrid is working her way back up. But, she's known everyone pretty much her entire life.

Siren: Assassin, Law...what do you think?

Lipstick: Stalks is comfortable with her face, as well as her skin...she has amethyst eyes, and those are by far her favorite feature. They pool into blood red when she's angry, or in rare occasions, in extreme pain. This happened when she was laying her eggs.

Ladybug: A perfect day? With a contract, for it to be close by, easy, and DEFINITELY a guilty person. Without one? To spend a day with her beloved and her kids.~

Boxing Glove: She's an assassin. She's been in a hundred fights by now, and ALWAYS wins. She is professionally trained- from BIRTH.

Scarf: Easily her mate or her “sisters” of the Brotherhood. She has grown up with all of them, basically, and literally for her and Veezara, they trained together in Black Marsh since they were born…they know each other’s weakness’s, their flaws, strengths and fears. There is no one better to calm her.

Backpack: Assassins have to be ready for anything, expect the unexpected, as the saying goes. Stalks typically heads to her targets WITHOUT riding Shadowmere, as she has more stamina in her werebeast form anyway, and has the ability to cloak herself in it, and out of it, due to being born under the sign of the Shadow(Aka a Shadowscale). She learned of an enchantment that makes it so her clothes shift WITH HER. They don’t show up in her beast form, more so they almost get ABSORBED. When she shifts back, she’s fully clothed…thank the gods for that. It’s much more preferable to stripping out of her armor EVERY TIME to shift without ripping her armor, or destroy whatever supplies she has on her…but when she’s shifted for a contract, she’ll wear a satchel around her neck for supplies, weapons, healing items, etc.

Axe: What do you think? The answer is yes, to all of the above.

SkullFace is next!

Red Emoji OC Asks ❤️‍🩹

❤️ (heart) - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

🍎 (apple) - Does your oc go to school or take classes? Did they go to college? What was/is their favorite subject? Did/do they get good grades? Did/do they enjoy school?

🐞 (ladybug) - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

☎️ (telephone) - Does your character know anyone’s phone number by heart? Do they prefer calling or texting? Who’s their favorite person to call/text? Do they have any typing quirks?

🥊 (boxing glove) - Has your character ever been in a fight? Did they win? Do they fight often? Are they professionally trained or self taught? Do they enjoy fighting or only do so when necessary?

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

✂️ (scissors) - Has your character ever cut their own hair? What about someone else’s? How did it turn out?

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

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Aim for the Sky Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is required to travel for a week, and both you and he are exhausted. He's hoping this will mean fewer deployments in the future, but in the present, he's going to need to remember where his responsibilities lie.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, lactation kink, body image, fluff, smut, DILF Roo

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Once again, your parents extended their stay to spend more time with Rose, but when they finally flew back to Maryland, it felt strange to be on your own with your daughter. You and Bradley fell into a regular routine once more, but it took him days before he came clean about being stressed out. When he got home late from work to find you on the couch feeding Rose, you could tell by the set of his shoulders that he'd had a long day.

"Can we talk about some things?" he asked, bending to untie his boots. You'd been wanting him to confide in you for days, but you were already exhausted again from the late night feedings and had pushed the comments Bradley made to Jake to the back burner.

"What's on your mind?" you asked, secretly pleased that he leaned down to give you a long, needy kiss, complete with his big hand on your neck, before kissing Rose as she ate. It had been a few days since you and he were intimate, and your body was already responding to him as he dropped down on the couch next to you.

"Can we just move to La Jolla? Nothing stresses me out when we have copious amounts of champagne and oral sex."

You laughed at his unexpected response as he ran his rough fingers along Rose's fuzzy hair. "Don't forget about the seafood platters."

"Sweetheart, I'll never forget about the seafood platters," he promised, turning to look at you as his head sank back against the couch. "Your mom and dad are serious about moving out here."

Your smile started to fade away. "Yeah, Roo. They are. And I thought you were pleased by that fact."

"I am." His brown eyes remained fixed on yours. "I am. I told you I was. I want them close, but not too close. Like, I don't want them next door where they can hear me call you my filthy little slut or something."

"Bradley," you said, laughing again as he took Rose in his hands to burp her.

"They don't need to know the ins and outs of how you call me Daddy while you're gagging on my cock either." He kissed the baby on her forehead. "Sorry, Nugget. I'll teach you one day how babies are made, and you'll probably cringe the whole time."

You sighed and reached for Bradley, cupping his jaw in your hand and stroking his mustache with your thumb. "My parents are seriously getting their house ready to sell. So just give it to me straight."

He nodded. "I don't want them over here all the time, okay? I love them, I really do, but they take over our house when they come. And even though we finished the attic so they could have a place to stay when they're here, Rosie can move her bedroom up there when she's older. So it wasn't a waste of time since the contractor saw your tits."

"It was a photo of my tits! I didn't just whip them out for him to see!" Now Bradley was laughing as you said, "It sounds like you're worried about having some boundaries if my parents become our new neighbors."

"Yes," he replied, nodding as you ran your fingers along his jaw. "That."

"I'm sure we can have a conversation with them and address all of your concerns." Rose seemed to be done burping, and you were treated to the view of Bradley cuddling your four month old against his chest. "Now, can you tell me what else made you have a bad day at work?"

"What makes you think I had a bad day?" he asked, placing soft kisses on Rose's cheek. "I could never have a bad day when I get to come home to my girls." You sighed as he ran his nose along her hair and inhaled deeply before he met your gaze. "Okay. It's not the end of the world, but Mav informed me that I need to take a trip to the Naval Airstation in Fort Worth. I don't really have any details yet."

"Okay," you replied softly, finally voicing what had been on your mind. "Well, maybe Rose and I can come with you for a few days? I can't remember exactly how much vacation time I have left, but it could be fun. And you did say the next trip should be for the three of us to enjoy together."

Bradley shrugged and immediately said, "Fort Worth in August? Baby Girl, it's going to be miserably hot. I know you, for some reason, miss the east coast humidity, but this is going to be gross. Ask Jake about it, he's from that ridiculous state."

You couldn't believe how quickly he shut it down. "It was just an idea," you mumbled, watching him snuggle the baby. "So you wouldn't have to miss Rose the whole time while you're away."

His head tipped back as he sighed. "I'm taking this new position so I can hopefully deploy less often and be here more later on. Even if I have to start working longer days, a week or two away from home is nothing compared to five months."

You bristled. "I understand that, Roo. We've talked about this so much. But maybe try to be a little bit more patient with the idea of my parents moving here so I can have a support system when you're busy?"

When you stood and rushed toward the bedroom, Bradley was right behind you, hand reaching out to grab your shoulder while he still held Rose tight. "Are you mad at me?"

Your stomach roiled with irritation, annoyance and disdain. You hated when you got like this, because he was the one who could bring out the best and also the worst in you. "I don't know."

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You were kind of quiet at home. Bradley hated it. You were a bit more vocal during sex, but that certainly didn't make him feel any better about the rest of it.

"I have my dates for Fort Worth," he informed you when he strolled in from work with some yellow flowers and a new book for Rose. Today was important to him. He wasn't sure you'd remember why, but he still wanted to acknowledge it.

"When?" you asked, continuing to make dinner while he looked around for the baby. "She's napping in her crib," you added, seemingly knowing he always wanted his daughter nearby.

"Second week of August," he replied. "So, pretty soon. But just for a week." You nodded as Bradley walked closer, and he realized what you were cooking. "Marry Me Rooster?"

"Yeah." Your voice was soft as you looked at him over your shoulder. You were also still wearing your khaki uniform, and he could tell you were tired. He was tired, too, but he wanted things to feel more natural around here again. He didn't want to accept that this was just how things would be now when the two of you were taking turns getting up with Rose all the time.

He wished he hadn't made such a fuss about your parents, because he really did love them, and it would be nice to have some help occasionally. And now he felt like you were continually annoyed with him, and he had to figure out a way to fix this.

Your voice broke into his thoughts. "It's kind of a special day?" 

You sounded unsure. Like you thought maybe he didn't remember. But a smile immediately found his lips, and he gestured to the flowers. He should have known you'd remember. You remembered everything. You just made him a seafood platter to celebrate Carole's birthday the other day.

"I proposed two years ago." You visibly relaxed at his words as you took the flowers in your hands. He stroked the diamond ring on your finger as he said, "I couldn't wait another minute after I found this in the storage unit. I needed you to wear it. I needed you to say yes." You melted into his arms, and he kissed your forehead. "Can I go ahead and propose something else right now?"

You nodded and hummed, lips brushing the scars on his neck. "I'm just happy you remembered."

"Sweetheart, I remember everything," he promised. "And I propose that we plan a trip for the three of us before the year is over. We can go anywhere you and the Nugget want."

Your eyes lit up as he cupped your perfect cheek in his hand. "I have so many ideas, Roo."

"I knew you would. Can I make another proposal?" When you raised one eyebrow, he whispered, "How about we mess around before Rose wakes up?"

He was already wrapping his arms around you, turning you toward the hallway when you said, "But what about dinner?"

"We'll be fast," he replied confidently, turning off the stove burner.

"You're never fast! You like to linger!"

"It's a new era, Baby Girl. The mom and dad era. I'll learn how to be quick so we can finish before she wakes up."

This was the closest thing to a true quickie Bradley had experienced in a long time. Maybe ever. You were pushed up against the wall just inside the bedroom, belt jingling with your pants down around your thighs. He was going hard at a nice, steady pace with his hand inside your bra. Your warm milk dripped between his fingers and along his palm as he whimpered. 

"Oh, I love this so much," he whined as his other fingers found your clit. "I'm not happy about making this quick. I might need more later."

He could already hear Rose getting restless in the nursery down the hallway, her soft cries ramping up as Bradley slammed his cock into his wife. He wanted to make sure he got you off before he was done, but then you went and said something so hot, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. 

"I could always nurse you later if you want."

When he came, his vision flooded with dizzying color. Bradley lapped your milk from his hand, moaning your name as his hips eventually slowed. Rose was wailing now as you bent down to pull your pants up, cum dripping down your inner thighs as you looked at him with a little grin.

"I take it you're interested in my offer."

"Absolutely," he rasped, pulling his pants up so he could go say hi to his daughter. "If I ever say no to your tits, something is definitely wrong, Baby Girl. That would be your cue to take me out back and finish me off." You laughed when he said, "Happy engagement anniversary. I'll go take care of the Nugget."

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"When's the wedding?" you asked Jake as you dropped your tray next to his at lunch. He was eating the most delicious looking burger and a slice of pizza, and your soup and salad looked pitiful next to them. Seemingly no matter what you did, you'd stopped losing weight since the baby was born, and right now you were so exhausted, you couldn't even think about starting an exercise regimen.

"We've been engaged less than a month," Jake drawled, shoving some of the accompanying fries into his mouth. "Maybe some of us can wait a little longer to get hitched than your husband could, Angel." You rolled your eyes dramatically at him, but you were fighting a smile. "I'm trying my best to make sure that everything is in order for Jeremiah, if I'm being honest."

"Like what?" you asked, blowing on a spoonful of your soup.

Jake heaved a deep sigh, dragging a fry through ketchup. "He already calls me 'dad'. His speech was delayed, but it was still one of his first words, probably because I was around so much. I want to make sure Cat's ex doesn't get any rights, and if that means I need to hire another legal team before we get married, then so be it."

Tears stung your eyes as you patted his cheek gently. You knew you were lucky that you and Bradley were together and that he would do anything to take care of his child, but right now you were just so happy for Jeremiah. "He's such a sweet kid, Jake. And you love him so much."

"I do," he replied before taking an enormous bite out of his burger. You let him chew in silence while you picked at your lunch. Right now, you really wished Bradley was here, but the chances of him showing up were slim when he was out shadowing Maverick again. He was leaving in a few days for Texas, and you were feeling pretty emotional. It would just be you and Rose at home for a whole week by yourselves.

"Well, if you're looking for a nice venue, I know a good parking lot."

Jake barked out a laugh. "There's too much sentimental Bradshaw bullshit in that parking lot. No way I'd be allowed to get married there."

Then Cat showed up, and Jake's attention immediately shifted to her. You poked your salad around on your plate, wondering why you were so damn tired. You still had four more hours of work to get through before you had to pick Rose up and make dinner. Maybe you could just get pizza. But you shouldn't. But it sounded so good as you watched Jake eat his. But your hips and belly were already so big, you couldn't let yourself.

Your afternoon was filled with checking code that someone in Annapolis had entered, and they'd done a really shitty job. When you left your office, your eyes were tired, and you could feel yourself caving. You ordered a pizza and picked it up on your way home with Rose. Then you ate half of it on the couch while you fed her. And when you were done, you really wanted to cry, because you didn't know why you couldn't control yourself right now.

"I'm starving," Bradley groaned when he walked in. "You got pizza?" he asked, shoving two slices stacked up on top of each other into his mouth and moaning. Then he dropped down onto the couch and polished them off while you switched Rose to your other side. "I need to remember to pack my dress blues for Fort Worth."

"Why?"

Bradley shrugged and reached for the next slice. "Apparently, there's some sort of reception for the aviators that are selected for Top Gun in the fall. I don't know how much sway I'll have, but I'm really hoping I can pick some good ones for the next generation of the program since I'm aging out."

"You're not aging out, Roo!" you gasped. "You chose a different career trajectory!" 

"I mean..."

"Stop. You're not old. Don't even try to tell me you're old."

"I'll be forty soon."

"You're thirty-eight."

"That's almost forty."

"You look like a DILF."

He reached for the last slice of pizza, folded it up and ate it while he reached for Rose. Like usual, she curled up on her father. Her features looked so much like his, but he was always the first one to argue with you about that, so you said nothing while he chewed up his food.

"I need you to help me pack for hot as hell Texas. I'm thinking just shorts besides my flight suits and uniforms?"

"I'll help you as soon as Rose goes to sleep for the night."

Bradley took the reins for the rest of the evening while you tried not to fall asleep before the baby. That was much easier said than done, but at least Bradley supervised tummy time while Tramp licked Rose, and then he gave her a bath. He read bedtime stories and changed her into pajamas so you didn't have to, gently setting her in her crib before joining you where you sat in bed yawning.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing his lips along your cheek before heading to the closet to start pulling out clothes to pack.

"Yeah. I just wish I didn't order the pizza, because it's empty calories, and it probably made me feel worse and more exhausted in the long run."

"But it was delicious," he muttered, piling up some of his favorite tropical print shirts. "Be honest, how many of these do you think I'll need?"

You snorted. "Unless every night is happy hour at the Copacabana, probably none. But knowing you, I'd pack at least two."

"See, you understand," he muttered with a smile as you chose two of your favorites and handed them to him. It was strange watching him load things into a duffle bag for something other than a deployment or special mission. You knew exactly how long he'd be gone. You knew it was just for a week and that he could FaceTime you and Rose whenever he wanted to, but it still felt like you were sending him away.

"We're going to miss you." 

He immediately tossed the bag onto the floor and joined you in bed. "Don't cry, Baby Girl," he whispered, swiping at tears you hadn't realized were already filling your eyes. "I'll barely be gone at all. And I don't even have to finish packing tonight. I can do it later."

You nodded and let him envelope you in his warmth. That's how you eventually fell asleep.

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"This sucks," Bradley said for probably the hundredth time in the past hour. Standing at the curb at San Diego International Airport with a beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter, being forced to leave them for a week, was actually awful. He didn't want to go. He wanted to continue to cradle Rose against his chest with his arm wrapped around you until he missed his flight.

"You have to go now so hopefully you can do this less frequently in the future," you whispered, voice shaky with emotion. You looked really tired, and Bradley knew you wouldn't get much of a break this week. That's why he'd arranged for Nat to check on you at home a few times whether you wanted her to or not.

"Count on it, Sweetheart," he murmured, placing kisses to Rosie's soft hair as her little fingers poked at the insignia pins on his uniform. "And I need you to be a perfect Nugget for Mommy. I'll call later tonight after I get settled in the barracks."

"Okay." Your voice was muffled as you buried your face against his neck. "I love you."

"I love you both," he promised, collecting his final kisses from Rose before buckling her into her car seat in the back of the red Bronco. Then he got a particularly filthy kiss from you that left both of you grinning before you started to shove him toward the airport entrance.

"You need to go or you'll miss your flight. And then Mav will be on my case about it."

Before he ducked inside, he cupped his free hand to his mouth and shouted, "I love you!" He watched you blow him a kiss and then pull away from the curb before he headed to the counter to drop off his bag. 

He hated traveling like this, in his uniform. It felt like everyone milling around, trying to check their bags, was looking at him. He was only wearing it today, because he wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived at a base he'd only visited one time years ago. The last thing he wanted was to seem unprepared in front of an admiral, so he wore his khakis as a precaution.

"Lieutenant Commander. Where are you headed?" asked the airline agent when she looked at his pins.

Impressed, he replied, "Dallas-Fort Worth."

She took his duffle, wished him a good flight, and then Bradley slept for the entire time he was in the air. Maybe you weren't the only one who was exhausted, because the nap seemed to do wonders for him. He woke up feeling rested, and just as soon as he sent a text letting you know he landed, he was off in search of a rental car.

To his absolute delight, all he had to do was ask nicely and flash his most charming smile, and he was handed the keys to a brand new, black Bronco. It was a model year newer than your red one back at home, and he was excited to scrutinize all of the little differences as he drove it around for the week.

"Don't like the lack of a car seat," he muttered, tossing his bag onto the backseat where he was so used to seeing Rose's infant carrier. 

Was he really that guy? Did he already miss his kid enough that he had to open up the photo gallery in his phone and scroll through a few pictures before he could drive away? Apparently he was, and it made him ache to be away from her. This was so much worse than going to La Jolla without his daughter, because right now, he had neither of you.

When his stomach started rumbling for dinner, he drove to the barracks and showed his identification, only to be told his room wasn't ready yet. So he went right back out to the Bronco in search of dinner. He knew the name of a tavern popular with officers in the area, so he typed it into his GPS and headed in the direction it told him. He had to laugh, figuring he was about to walk into the Lone Star version of the Hard Deck, but that's kind of what he wanted right now. Dinner somewhere that felt comfortable if not familiar.

"Oof." It looked like a dump compared to his bar at home, but it seemed popular, and he was hungry enough that it didn't matter. When he walked in, he took a quick survey of the space before grabbing an empty stool at the bar. He ordered your favorite beer and a sandwich and took his phone out, careful not to set it on the bar in case the owner was part of some sort of association along with Penny.

He tried reading an article, but he felt as though he was being watched. Bradley tried to ignore it, fairly certain he didn't know anyone on base here, but the feeling nagged at him while he ate. The twang of music playing on the jukebox was distracting, but not distracting enough. When he finished his food and wiped his mouth with a napkin, he picked up his bottle and drained the rest of his beer while he glanced around. 

Then he saw a young woman in a flight suit playing pool not too far from his spot at the bar. Her bright blue eyes were focused on his face, and her lips curled into a grin before she bent to sink her shot. Her patches told him she originated from Virginia Beach like he did, and that her call sign was Indigo. As Bradley turned, ready to sign his bill and leave, he saw her approach out of the corner of his eye.

"Can I help you?" he asked, turning her way again with one eyebrow raised. She was attractive, even up close, and he remained silent while her gaze traveled from his face down to his chest where his name tag was displayed. Then she gasped in delight.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw," she said, eyes snapping back up to meet his. "All the way from Top Gun. I've been waiting to meet you for weeks, Sir."

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Ladyyyy✨ You can't just leave us like that after that amazing angst😭😭😭 can you do a part 2, pls? Like what happens after that? How does he react? What about Aurora and his family? Can we see Reader moving on? They end up being strangers? Reader can't forgive that😭😭😭

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Seat 332 | Part Two

Summary: The time apart and the difference between his past life and his present makes Gavi realize that he lost.

Warnings: cursing.

Part one

That was your seat. He knows it, his family knows it, and even his friends. Why was she in your seat?

Pablo's eyes move from you and to Antonella and back to you. He even stopped clapping. You are looking at the back of Antonella's head.

He asked Aurora to keep that seat empty in case you came to see him. Anto was waving at him with a smile on her face.

"Venga Gavi!" Balde says, smiling at him at hugging him. "Vamoooos!" He yells.

Gavi is being moved by Cubarsi and Balde, who grab his arms and pull him to the chanting group of fans.

He turns for a few seconds, smiling at the feeling of being back. Soon, that's overturned by the feeling of worry when he doesn't see you standing at the entrance of the palco.

"Wait, guys." He tries to free himself. "Wait, I need to go."

He pulls stronger and free himself. He walks quickly to the entrance, but in the way he finds Iñigo's arms.

"Venga, Chaval!" Iñigo smiles as he grabs Gavi in his arms. He's strong enough to carry Gavi back into the chanting group.

"Madridista el que no salte." They all yell in catalan, jumping and being happy.

Gavi gives up, he won't be able to free himself from his friends. He will call you as soon as he's done with it.

The celebration goes on for a few minutes. The social media team asks for him to greet his family and friends on the field for content on his docuseries on the new barca app.

He can't help but miss you during that greeting. You were a complementary piece on his recovery. You were the missing piece now.

He's awkward when he's with Anto. If someone had told him that he would be giving empty kisses to the girl, he promised himself to be different. He wouldn't have believed it.

Once he is back in the dressing room, he takes the pictures the social media girl asks for. He showers quickly and runs to where his family is waiting for him.

"I just need to make a call, go on, and go back to my place." He says to his parents. "Here's the key. Just give me a couple minutes."

"I'll wait with you." Antonella says.

"No!" Lift his head up. "I mean, you don't have to wait. Helo me with everything at home, please." He smiles.

She nods, going back to his parents and telling them that she will help them at home while Aurora stays with Gavi.

"Me cago en la puta." He says, not finding his phone.

"Pablo, what are you doing?" Aurora asks, watching him being all desperate.

He throws his toiletry bag on the seat of his car. He's stressed. "Give me your phone." He orders.

Aurora shakes her head no. Crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Aurora, I'm not playing." He says. "Give me the damn phone."

"What for?" She asks, mad at his brother's attitude. "Who's that important for you to be acting this way?"

"I need to call Y/n." He whines. "Please."

Aurora sighs. "Pablo, let's go home. Antonella and everybody else is waiting."

"Qué me importa un cajaro, Aurora." He yells. "I need to call her."

Aurora knows that if he does that, then it will become a big problem. Pablo will need to explain why he was with Antonella and you at the same time.

"Why don't you calm down and call her tomorrow?" She asks. "She's mad, and she won't answer like that."

He knows that you won't answer him in that state, but he also wants to know you are okay. He needs to explain to you that he did save the seat for you.

That's your seat.

Antonella didn't have any business seating there.

"Fine." He says, getting in the car.

Even if he wants to, his mind is full of worry about you. He can't focus on the conversations without disassociate after a few words.

Aurora excused him, saying it was just him being tired and that he had run out of battery after waiting for this game for so long.

The night wasn't easy. Aurora took his phone and asked him to wait. He needs to respect the fact that Antonella was in the house.

He asked Antonella to join Aurora in her room for the night. He was tired and didn't feel like talking or being with anyone.

He looked over at the clock every five minutes. The hours felt eternal. Why can't the time go faster?

You usually wake up at seven to go to the club and play tennis. He wants to call you before that. He tried to call you, and the first two calls went to voice mail.

The third time is a charm, he thinks, but it hit him with a message. He frowns. Did your phone die?

He googles what that message means because you had a voice recording for your voice mail. He sweats cold when he discovers that you blocked his number for calls and texts.

He wakes up, finding Aurora in the kitchen. "Hey, I need your phone." He says, not wanting to waste time.

"Pablo, what for?" She asks, still a little bit sleepy.

"Y/n is not answering my calls, I need to call her from your phone."

Aurora roll her eyes, she's tired of all this hit and run you two have. If it's not you complaining that Pablo is ghosting you, it's him complaining that you don't answer.

"No!" She says, passing away from him.

Pablo is quick and grabs his arm. "What do you mean no?"

She removes Gavi's arm. Looking at him like he's asking something crazy. "Pablo, I'm done with this situation. You tell me that you want to be with Antonella, but then you tell me that you need to contact Y/n. What are you playing, Gavi?"

She's not wrong, Gavi told her that he's done with Y/n, ask Aurora to help him with Antonella. Then he goes and says he needs you and that he needs to help her reconnect with you.

"I'm done with this stupid situation you got yourself into." She says. "If you want to call Y/n, then find other ways, but my phone is not up for use."

Pablo is left alone in the kitchen. The question that Aurora made him is still ringing in his head.

"What game are you playing, Gavi?"

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antogmz 🥺❤️

gavixpedri tell me it's all a lie 😭😭😭

gavirafan06 @gavixpedri what's happening? 🤨

gavixpedri @gavirafan06 barca admin posted a video of gavi and this girl kissing 🙃

gavimylover so he's not y/n's boyfriend?

barcam3ssi10 I would have swear they were together 🤨 people on x were saying they saw them holding hand in Barcelona

Pedri Bienvenido hermano 💪🏻

randomuser1 I come to the comments and see his fans fighting over who's the girlfriend and who's the other girl 😭😭😭 why are we so unserious?

randomuser2 like fr who tf is hotter? That's the winner

- A month after Gavi's return -

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ansucheesefan but Y/n follows her, so I don't think they are beefing if they follow each others

gavirafan06 he has the girlfriend glow up 🤩

antofan1 he definitely has that glow 🥺🥰

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randomuser1 why are his fans fighting in the comments over his love life again 😭😭😭 we are so unserious I can't

- Two months after Gavi's return -

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- Three months after Gavi's return -

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"Let's go play some tennis." You say to your friend Camila.

You two walk to the tennis field, preparing the balls and everything for the small match. You missed playing tennis.

Since you stopped having contact with Gavi, you started doing the activities you left behind. You only had time to play tennis early in the morning because he always came after training and you needed to be there for him.

You stopped going out with your friends because he was over at your house and you wanted to spend all night with him.

Then, with his injury, you became a big help to his parents. When they needed to go back to Sevilla, you took care of Pablo.

Only leaving his side to go to class or to study for your tests. You were there for him in every step of the way.

You can't really put the blame on Pablo. He was right, he never asked you to do all that.

He never asked you to stop going out.

He never asked you to stop playing your favorite sport.

He never asked you to play nurse Nancy and help him.

He never asked you to help him with his recovery exercise.

You did it all by heart.

And that was something you won't regret. You did it without looking for a reward or a prize. You did it because you loved him, and you prioritized him when he needed you the most.

You were slowly recovering your life. You didn't depend on anyone, you don't wait on others, you care about yourself and other but always putting you first.

You can't deny that the fact that your so called friends decided to take sides on the situation between Pablo and you, it hurted you.

You noticed that only Mario was your friend. He told you that he wasn't going to take sides and that he was there for you whenever you needed to.

You are grateful Camila never left you. She knew Pablo since school, but she was your friend. Even tho if Pablo comes to her, she wouldn't ignore it.

What hurt you the most was that Aurora lied to you. She could have told you the truth, even if that was going to hurt you.

You asked her, and she chose to act like nothing happened. She expected you to go to the dinner and see for yourself that he was with someone.

You didn't fight. You didn't argue. You just left her alone. She commented on your posts and answered your Insta stories.

You didn't even open her past messages. You made it silently clear that you weren't going to engage on anything that had to do with her.

Belen and Pablo sir were other story. They called you and asked you if you were okay because you didn't come to the game.

You explain to them that you and Pablo weren't together anymore and that you don't want his girlfriend to feel weird about your presence.

They told you that no matter if you and Pablo were together, you were welcome to come and visit them, to come for lunch, dinner, or any kind of meal you want.

Belen asked you if you were coming to see her, you did. When Gavi was training and Aurora was in Sevilla. You visit her, telling her that you will be one call away.

You miss them. They were the closest thing to a family. And you'll miss having them around, hearing their jokes, their company.

You can't change what Gavi did. Nor you want to do it. You just hate to lose so much as a consequence of him.

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You noticed Aurora send you a dm. You open it just because.

You close the app, leaving her on read. You want to answer her and make things they way they used to, but you hate liars, and she was one.

It took you a lot of mind and thinking to finally come around the idea of losing the life you thought you'll always have.

It was your fault for thinking that something with no label would end up in a fairy tale story with a happy ending.

"Hey, let's go get sushi. It's on me." You smile at Cami.

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"Do you want to see a movie?" Antonella asks Pablo.

They were coming back from a "date night" as she called. But to Gavi, it was more like another dinner he spent watching his phone and hearing about Antonella's friends.

"I want to see this movie that's on Netflix." She smiles. "It's called Bride Wars."

Pablo turns his head to her. He knows that movie, maybe a little too well.

"I mean, if you want." He shrugged, laying down on the couch.

Anto takes the opportunity and lays down with him. He moves a little, uncomfortable with the closeness.

He likes the movie, he can't even deny it. It's your favorite movie. You two would watch it a lot during his recovery.

You know the funny parts, you quote the dialogue and even once mentioned that you would throw him a party like the Bachelorette party they have.

"You don't alter the Vera Wang to fit you. You alter yourself to fit Vera." He says, chuckling at that part.

"Do you know the movie?" Antonella says, pausing it.

He nods. "I mean, it's a movie." He says like it's obvious.

"Oh, I know." She giggles. "But it's a girls movie."

He frowns, not understanding what she meant. "No, it's not." He scuffs. "Plus, it's funny because she was eating butter from all around the world."

"It's a romcom, Gavi." She says, obnoxious tone. "Romcoms are for girls. Just like fast and furious is for boys."

He rolls his eyes at her. Grabbing the remote and pressing play again. He is going to enjoy the rest of it.

Antonella knows she fucked up. When Gavi sees or she does something he doesn't like. He gives her the silent treatment.

That makes her nervous, because all she wants is for him to be fine and happy with her. "Do you want me to make dinner?" She asks.

Gavi doesn't answer, he keeps watching the movie. She waits a few minutes and asks again.

"I can make you a sandwich, would you like that?"

He sighs, looking at her. "Can you make me a grilled cheese?" He asks.

Antonella nods excited, she gets up and walks to the kitchen, ready to prepare his sandwich. If only she knew that it was because of him that he had asked that.

< "Pablo, please calm down." You say, trying to find a way of calming him down.

Pablo was having a panic attack from the pain he's feeling. Even if his surgery was two weeks ago, he made a bad move with his leg and provoked a strong pain.

"I don't want to feel this way anymore." He says, sobbing. "Make it stop." He yells.

You don't know what to do. Aurora and Belen were outside, and you don't know how to deal with this alone. You never had one nor did any close friend or family member, so you are lost.

"Pablito, mirame." You grab his wet cheeks. "Can you breathe with me?" You press a little more onto his cheeks to get his attention.

You began doing these breathing exercises. Counting for him to breathe and exhale. You do different rounds of this in order for him to calm down.

Once he's calmer, you grab his pain meds and pass him the water. "Drink this, vida." You say, grabbing the glass of water and grabbing the straw, placing it to his lips.

His puffy eyes and red cheeks make him look like a kid. He's trying not to cry again. The effects of the strong medicine were quick to ease the pain he was feeling.

"I'm sorry, Pablo." You say, leaving the glass back on the nightstand, combing his hair. "I don't know how to take your pain away." You confess. "But I'm here for you, and I won't leave you alone."

He grabs your hand, placing it against his hot cheek. You know it his way of saying thank you. He's not the best at expressing his emotions, and this little acts of love are for him a way of showing that he's thankful when words are not coming out.

You spend another moment combing his hair. You were quiet, listening to the sobs that he still makes from how hard he was crying.

You bring your intertwine hands to your mouth, leaving a kiss on his skin. He smiles a little. "Don't cry, mi amor." You say sweetly. It's like talking to a little child. "I'm going to bring you your favorite pasta. Your mom made it for you because she knows that with a little bit, you would feel good." You tell him.

He shakes his head no, the grip on your hand becomes stronger. He pouts while looking at you with those puppy eyes you can't say no to.

"Amor, you need your medicine." You explain to him. "I'll just grab us a plate of pasta, and I'll be back. Five minutes."

"I-" He tries to say, being interrupted by a sob. "I don't want pasta."

You smile at him. "Do you want me to make you a sandwich?" You ask, knowing that he has to take another dosis of medicine and that he needs to eat before doing so. "I can you make an amazing grilled cheese."

He looks at you with doubt, but after a moment, he agrees. Kissing your hand and letting it go. You promise that you will be as quick as possible.

You prepared two sandwiches, one for you and one for him. You side his food with some fruit and some juice. He loves juice.

You can say that you beat your own speed record because in no time you were back in the room with him.

"I got you your favorite juice, Pablito." You say, placing the tray in front of him. "And I just remembered that Bride Wars it's still available." You bop his nose, making him smile.

You take a look at his face, the way his eyes are shining, and the way he's calmer and relaxed, demeanor gives you peace.

"Mirame." You say, grabbing his cheeks and caressing his skin. "I know it's hard, amor. But I'm here for you in every step of the way." You kiss the top of his nose.

You sea next to him in bed, always keeping a distance because you were afraid of hurting you. You eat in silence because of the movie.

"Can you get me napkin or a piece of paper?" He asks, making you nod.

You get up and walk to the bathroom, grabbing some paper because it is quicker than going into the kitchen.

"You don't alter the Vera Wang to fit you." You say at the same time as the movie dialogue. "You alter yourself to fit Vera." You imitates the voice.

"What to boys learn in school?" He finishes the dialogue, smiling.

You pass him the paper, fixing a string of hair on the way. You feel better now that he is feeling no pain and is eating. >

He goes out of this trance when Antonella places the plates in front of him. The sandwich looks weird to say the least.

"I tried, okay." She says, giggling. "Don't judge me, try it."

He does it, he takes a bite of the sandwich. "I mean, it's something." He smiles at her.

He doesn't want to make her feel bad, so he eats it all. Drinking the disgusting so-called juice she did.

"I love spending time with you." She says, kissing his lips. "Love you."

He half smiles. "Thank you." He says, patting her head. "Let's keep watching, I love that part."

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"Do you want to try this?" You ask your cousin.

You two were having lunch with her. You love spending time with your family now that you are on vacations.

You came back to Sevilla, changing the routine a little bit. You used to stay in Barcelona because Gavi wanted you there.

And of course you chose to stay with him while everybody else was on vacations. You were waiting for him to come back from training.

You two finish your meals, happy that you got to spend time together and got to talk about all the things you needed to talk about.

You two walk back to your place, since you guys were neighbors it was funny to go everywhere together.

"Okay, see you later." You say, leaving your cousins at the door of the house.

You enter your home, lay on the couch and turn the TV on. You were too full to mind anything else.

After an hour and a quick nap, you hear the doorbell, you call your mom, telling her that you are opening the door. When you do, you find someone you didn't want to see.

"Aurora, hi." You say with a weird smile you face. "How are you?"

"I'm good, been better." She says. "I was worried about you." She confess.

You frown. "About me?" You ask. "Why?"

"Why?" She asks you back, looking at you like you just say something illogical. "Y/n, you don't answer my text, you don't answer my calls, you even unfollow me from social media." She says, naming all the things you stopped doing. "It's like I'm not even your friend anymore."

She has one hand on your arm, making the scene look a lot more dramatic than what it is. It feels like one of those simulations.

You look at her directly in the eyes. Trying to find out what she was asking was with concern or just because.

"Aurora," you say, grabbing her arm and moving it away from you. "You are not my friend."

She blinks a couple of times, confused about your reaction. She knows she was a little bit wrong by sticking to Pablo and Antonella, but she was his sister.

"What?" She asks, confused. "Y/n, that's not true. I'm your friend."

You shake your head lightly. You can't even believe that she thinks she's your friend after everything she did.

"I asked you if Pablo was seeing someone." You remind her. "And what did you do? You lie to me."

"Y/n, that's not -"

"That's not true?" You ask, scuffing. "Aurora, you knew he was seeing her. You knew Pablo had other intentions with her, and what did you do? You lied."

She shakes her head. "That's not what happened." She tries to explain.

"You knew I loved Pablo." You remind her. "When you asked me what my feelings were about your brother, I told you I loved him."

"Y/n, I -"

"You knew, and you chose to lie to me."

She sighs, "You have everything mixed."

"No." You say, stern tone. "I have my facts straight. The only thing I got mixed was that I thought you were my friend. You are not, so leave me alone!"

You close the door of your house without caring that you're literally closing the door on her face. She didn't care about you, and you don't care about her at all.

You want to open the door and ask her for forgiveness because you closed the door on her face, but you won't do it.

You have to remember that Aurora chose to lie to you. She could've been honest, you would've prefer that.

Instead, she knew Pablo didn't want you at the dinner. She knew Pablo had her over. She knew that girl was in his life.

You take a deep breath and walk to your room, wanting you to go back to sleep and forget that you have to deal with the broken pieces that he left.

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"What do you mean you can't keep seeing me?" Antonella yelled. "Pablo, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong, Anto." She sighs, tired of her yelling.

"No, something got to be wrong." She says, angry. "Because we were fine a few days ago."

He scuffs. "You were fine, but we?"

"I can't, Pablo." She says, exasperated. "I want us to work, but you won't go past your old habits."

He shakes his head. "That why I'm telling you that I don't want to see you."

Antonella cursed at him. Grabbing her stuff and walking out of his room while slamming the door.

He's tired, very tired.

But he's free from that burden.

He took his free days and traveled to Sevilla to be done with whatever his relationship with Antonella was.

He feels better now that he's free to finally go look for you. He's ready to be with you, and he hopes that you understand that he was confused.

His parents sat him down and scolded him about what he did to you. He was raised in a different way.

His father had a long talk with him days after, about how it was not okay to play with the girls feelings.

< "If you ever become a dad, you would kill the guy who dared to treat your daughter they way you treaded Y/n. And that says a lot about you." >

That left Pablo with a bitter aftertaste. He never thinks about becoming a dad, but he knows that if that ever happens he would go to war for his kids.

And what can he expect? If a guy ever treats his daughter in that way, he can't even complain. He would be complaining over something he said nobody should mind about.

Mario invited him to a party, it was his annual vacation party. Gavi lost the last two because of games he had.

He showered and got dressed. His way of hiding from people outside of his circle is going with a bucket hat and some glasses.

He picked his phone from the nightstand and grabbed his keys, leaving to his friends house.

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You and your friends were pre gaming before going to Mario's party. You were so excited to finally be out and enjoying the time you lost.

But as your Abu says, even the saints cry over the lost time.

So, it's better to start to get it, then lose it by being all sad at home. And that's exactly what you friends will helped you about.

After about an hour or so, you find that it's time to go to the party. You check yourself in the mirror, detailing the things that needed it.

Your friend was the designated driver so you can drink and have fun. You are usually the designated one, but today is your day, so you don't worry about it.

When you got there, you went straight to Mario. He was an amazing friend and you love him and appreciate him with all your heart.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"When have I ever said no to a party?" You ask.

"Good point." He laughs. "Let's go take some shots." He grabs your hand and moves you with him inside the house.

You take not only one run but three. You grab a bottle of water, not wanting to get all bad before even enjoying for a little bit.

You walk over to your friend, she was talking with someone. You say hi and introduce yourself.

"This is Jaime." Your friend says. "He's my friend, and he's visiting Sevilla."

"That's amazing. Are you enjoying it?" You ask.

"Yes, don't get me wrong, I'm loving Sevilla, but Barcelona has its special thing."

"Oh, you are from Barcelona?" You ask excited. "I study college there."

You two make conversation around the fact that you two were living in Barcelona and you two go to college there.

"I'm going to go for a drink, but have so much fun and if you need anything we are going to be here." You smile at him.

You walk back into the house. You go to the bar table and grab something to drink now that your water is done.

You grab your favorite liquor and add some mixer. You turn back to the door, but you end throwing your drink all over someone.

"Joder, mi puta madre."

You lift your head, finding those puppy eyes. "Pablo," you say. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He looks at you, surprised. He never thought he would find you at Mario's party. He tries to say something but his mouth is just open.

You want to laugh, he's dumb sometimes. You grab his arm, moving him to the side and take his glasses.

You don't even understand why you are acting this way. You should be hitting him with your heel or serving more into your cup and throwing it to his face.

But no.

You place the now dry glases back into his face. "Sorry, have a nice night." You say, leaving him there.

You don't care that he's there. You already made yourself to the idea that you two live in the same area, you have friends in common, you have a whole history together.

You aren't going to run. If he is uncomfortable, then there's the door. You already give enough care to him thar you ran out of it.

You go back to your friends with your almost to the half drink. You were going to have an amazing night with your friends, and that's all that matters.

After a few hours of you and your friends having all the fun. You danced with Mario, you danced with Javier and even danced with someone's dad who was at the party.

"I'll go to the bathroom." You say, smiling at your friends. "Don't move." You point at them.

You walk inside the house, find the bathroom, and go inside. You hear someone knocking on the door. You shrug, applying your lip oil and taking your time.

You open the door finding Gavi. He was waiting for you. "It's free now, calm down." You laugh.

You feel him grabbing your wrist. "Can we talk?"

You sigh, it really has to happen during a party?

You nod, pulling him to the front yard. There was almost no one there. It was barely any noise and people were minding their business.

You free yourself from his hold, looking at him and letting him talk. He's the one who wanted to talk, then he can do it.

"How are you?" He asks.

You roll your eyes. Was he even real?

"Pablo, go to the point." You say. "I'm not in for formalities, I'm good. Thank you."

"Okay, sorry." He lift his hands. "I want to tell you that I'm sorry that I didn't call after what happened at the game or before that game."

You stayed quiet and sp he did.

"Okay." You smile. "Thank you, now if this is all." You say, about to go away but he grabbed your arms.

"Y/n." He says, pouting. "I say I'm sorry."

"Okay?" You giggle. "I say thank you. Did you notice hear me?"

He was confused.

Why didn't you care?

"I want to tell you that I let others' opinions got to me, I'm really sorry that I hunted you and told you all those things. I didn't lie. I do like you."

You smile, nodding.

"And I'm sorry that I ever put you in second place. I thought that with Antonella, I was going to get something that I never got. You are the only one for me. You are the only one who make me feel this way."

"I was not the only one, Pablo." You say. "You had other options, and you chose her before me, even tho you say I'm the only one."

You feel like being quiet and letting him think that it was only the side he saw the correct one, it was wrong.

"And I don't know what you want me to tell you. If you didn't find what you wanted to find and you are not happy, I'm sorry, but you are an adult, and your actions have consequences."

He blinks a few times, he's confudes about why you are not understanding his point.

"I hope you find that one thing that you are looking for, I really do." You say.

You walk away from him, ready to move on with your life, but his grip on your wrist stops you.

"Y/n, I left Antonella."

You frown. "I'm sorry that it didn't work." You say.

"No, Y/n!" He says this time louder. "I'm telling you thar I left her. We can now be together."

You look at him, you focus on his features. The bushy eyebrow, he upper dimple, his big eyes, that green undertone.

You have to do something. You grab his cheeks, your lips finding his. His hands find your waist, he grips your skin.

You don't waste time and separate from him. Your eyes found his. You know what you have to say.

You grab his hands, moving them away from you. With this you earn a confused look, he's not understanding what is going on.

"I'm sorry, but I had to do that." You say.

"What?" He asks, confused. "Why?"

"I needed to confirm that I don't feel anything."

Pablo can't even digest your words. Why would you even do that when he just told you that he wants to be with you?

What did you even mean when you say you don't feel the same way about him? Is this a joke?

"You don't?"

You shake your head no, internally screaming from happiness l that the war is finally over.

"Pablo, you got yourself a girl whose only purpose was to be your girlfriend when I was there basically begging for you to give it to me, and now you tell me that it didn't work and let's just forget and move on?" You ask.

"I didn't want to lose you if something came out wrong." He whines.

"Gavi, we had so many misunderstandings. So many moments where you left my house mad or I left yours in a fury. Moments were we both question if what we had was worth it." You remind him. "And none of that ever made me leave. Because I was sure that I loved you, but you came here and told me that you needed someone else to be sure that you love me?" You scuff. "Pablo, that's not love."

Gavi shakes his head, he's not understanding why anything is going the way he ever imagined it. Why are you being so difficult?

"But, I explained everything to you." He says. "I told you I left whatever I had with her and that I regret ever treating you the way I did."

"Okay." You smile, shrugging.

"Y/n, que he dejado a Anto." He repeats. (I broke up with Anto)

You take a few steps closer. "Gavi," you call his attention. "Did I ask you to do that?"

That's when it hit him. You weren't going to be back with him.

You walk back into the house, ready to enjoy the rest of the night and not think about anything. You are finally free.

Your friends and you decide that you were finishing the night at home. With a bottle of some liquor and a truth or dare game.

Before leaving, you went to say goodbye to Mario. Thanking him for inviting you. You told him that you were finishing at home because it was safer.

"Oye, Y/n!" You hear someone calling you.

You turn, seeing Jaime walking over to you.

"Hola, having fun?" You ask.

"Mucha." He laughs, making you laugh with him. "Hey, want to take a shot?"

You pout. "I'm leaving, but it was really good meeting you, hope I see you around before you leave."

He nods, giving you a hug. "Can I have your Instagram?"

You nod, asking him to hand you his phone. You type your username and pass him the phone.

He checks it, saying thank you to you.

"Oh, shoot." He says. "You know the 6 from Barcelona?" He asks, impressed.

You chuckle. "Oh, Pablo?" You ask. "He's just somebody that I used to know."

"Nice." He smiles. "I followed you. I hope you follow me back so we can chat." He winks, waving at you and going back to the party.

You go to your group, helping one of your friends with her bag. You stopped at the liquor store, getting something for the night.

You all change into your pijamas and get unready, taking you makeup and jewelry off.

You do a few rounds off truth or drink, if you may say. And everybody was already a little too drunk.

"Okay, Y/n, your turn." Karla says. "Let me think."

They all think for a moment. "Oh, I know, Luisa says." Making you and everybody curious. "Do you still love Pa-?"

They all hit Luis in the arm or head. Making you laugh.

"Qué si-" You start. "Qué si me gusta Pablo?" You ask back. She nods. "Que va, ya no siento nada por él. Eso es cosa del pasado." You smile. (If I still love Pablo? No, I don't feel anything for him. That's in the past.)

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl @messi88 @electrobutterfly @dessxoxsworld @jsprien213 @alexis1taylorr @pabl0andm3 @yaxkinnn @htpssgavi @emmdreams

[mothiepixie]

Hey, so I know Big Red was doing really bad right after the divorce, and I was curious how bad Motti was doing after the divorce? Like, did she not take care of herself well, or was she doing better then Red.

Motti was overwhelmed, overstimulated and stressed. She didn't have much time for self-care while trying to balance all the changes; the move, the lawyers, the fees, communicating with Big Red, childcare-

When it was still fresh, Franklin was lashing out hard at Motti; not understanding what was happening or why her dad wasn't there when she wanted.

There were times Motti would find herself in bed staring at nothing. Sometimes she would break down, feeling inadequate and ashamed she didnt have her shit together like other parents seemed to have.

And sometimes she really hated how she missed Red.

But overtime as Frankie stayed at her dad's on the weekends, Motti was able to start picking herself up. Motti started looking and feeling better, dressing up more, and started being social again.

To outsiders (especially Red) it look like she moved on quick. But Motti was going to therapy and was advised to start with something small like dolling herself up.

[duskdog]

It's unfortunate that there wasn't more time given to Steph and Helena beyond the early one-shot they had together. That could have been a really good long-standing relationship. Likewise, I think the relationship between Steph and Dinah could have been great if it had lasted longer. In the beginning, Dinah was obviously reluctant/uncomfortable with it, and they never really had the chance to push through that awkwardness because they were all wrapped up in the Bruce Wayne murderer/fugitive case. (This was all made extra complicated by the fact that Steph didn't even know that Bruce and Batman were the same person, so she was entirely lost during this period, confused about why Batman had abruptly abandoned her, while everyone around her knew or discovered the truth but couldn't/wouldn't tell her. Having to hide that from her while dealing with trying to investigate and exonerate Bruce really seemed to make Steph's presence extra stressful and annoying to everyone else. This whole thing was pretty rotten, btw -- Steph couldn't do anything but speculate on the reasons for Batman's absence, and naturally assumed it was because of something she had done, and she was left to process her feelings of rejection and abandonment all by herself.) Ultimately, Dinah also rejected her -- albeit somewhat more gently than Batman did, but telling her to "go back to the Batboys" was a pretty nasty kick in the pants, considering the entire reason Steph was there was because "the Batboys" had rejected her first (and by Batboys I primarily mean Batman; Tim was away at boarding school for most of this, and also hurting over how Batman had betrayed him by revealing his secret identity to Steph without his consent). Babs wasn't really a great mentor until much later, after Steph returned from "the dead" and took up the Batgirl mantle. Prior to that, she was routinely snippy, cold, and sometimes downright mean to Steph. (For example: when Steph claims Cass broke her jaw, and both Cass and Babs claim she didn't, only to later admit to each other that they knew that she did, in fact, fracture it a wee bit -- like yeah, it's minor in the grand scheme of things, but why gaslight her about that at all? Babs even jokes -- in that deadpan way she has that leaves you wondering if it's really a joke or not -- that Cass should have really broken it good. Like damn, Babs, is that necessary?) Steph never actually seemed to hold this against Babs at the time, though, and their relationship improved significantly once Babs decided to give Steph a shot as Batgirl, after all. It was never fraught with as much pain and tension as her relationship with Bruce, and I'd say she and Babs are actually pretty tight now. Steph's mom, though, wow, she deserves a lot more recognition. This woman survived her stupid husband, kicked an addiction, and worked long difficult hours to support the daughter who kept jumping out windows and getting into fights with criminals. It's unfortunate that the vast majority of fanfics that even bother to mention Crystal at all seem to ignore her recovery in favor of either removing her from the picture entirely (death by OD, or sending her off to rehab), or keeping her around to be angst-fodder -- both of these often intended to justify Steph viewing Bruce as a parental-figure instead. It's also unfortunate that Steph has all this history with the Birds of Prey, and yet is being very much left out of their book right now even though Cass -- who was still her roommate and partner, last we saw -- is being featured. Give Steph a team. She's pretty much the only Bat-adjacent who's never actually had the support and friendship of a team. :(

I respect everyone’s headcanons and all…but!! I really don’t like how Steph’s long line of female mentor figures have been ignored. It feels like in fanon there’s a much larger focus on Steph needing a “Dad” role in her life, usually filled by Bruce or, weirdly, the Riddler (more power to y’all but Steph has at most shown disdain for Eddie in-universe) - when she’s had plenty of teachers, mother figures, or just her plain actual MOTHER (more on her and why she matters here!) that have cared for her & guided her when all the male figures in her life were telling her she was too flighty and irresponsible.

Dinah Lance,

Robin 80-Page Giant

Barbara Gordon,

Batgirl (2009) #3

Selina Kyle,

Catwoman #34

Even Helena Bertinelli for a little bit.

Batman: Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma They were all really important and defining relationships. I wanna see headcanons about them. Fanfics. Discussions. But I swear, I feel like I hear next to nothing.

I wanna change that. And I want y’all to change that 🥺.

[sheep-from-rad]

Hi! Sorry if this is weird or anything, this is my first time sending an ask lol

But I just finished reading your writing about the singer/influencer reader and omfg I love your brain. Like imagine the reader did a cover of/wrote like spit in my face by ThxSoMch or Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott (love her sm btw-) cause just imagine the GUILTTT

Imagine the Batfam listening to their music and just hearing the bitterness in their voice as they sing “Screwing everything up, doing everything wrong, In my defence I wasn’t supposed to be around this long, so” HGDECANZZKNFBVD

Anyway, I love your writing and I hope you have an absolutely amazing week! Take care of yourself too- drink water, eat some food and try to get some sleep ml <3

Nah anon you're cool. I love reading asks. ALSO credits to Luludelulusramblings, they made the originally made Influencer reader. Batfam belongs to DC as usual. Singer reader post: here

You know, in the Art History year 1901-1904, Picasso started the Blue Period where he only painted in the shades of Blue. It started due to the death of his friend, later his financial struggles, and of course the current state of the society. Blue Period art was so good but so doleful and depressing that no one wants to hang it in their house. Singer! Reader started their career covering mainstream songs, band songs, maybe even vocaloid. 

Their blue period started months before they planned to leave the manor. It was a simple cover of MARINA’s ‘Are you satisfied?’ A lot of burnt out overachievers ate that cover, even Tim himself. The song is basically the reader questioning the Wayne last name. Sure it was a goldmine to others but to them it’s a ticket to misery. One song cover turned into many song covers, enough to make a long playlist to play at 3 a.m. when you’re about to have a breakdown. 

The whole playlist? Batfam avoids it because it reminds them of the times they could have been giving you love but they didn’t BUT at the same time they can’t really avoid it. It became like those guilty pleasures playlist. Damian loves and hates reader’s ‘The Family Jewels’ cover because it reminds him of the fact that he and the reader are basically on the same boat. They were just children who needed attention and love. He got that attention and love immediately because of the whole league of assassins backstory. He won’t admit it but the weight of the role weighs like tonnes of iron on his shoulders. 

Jason, Bruce and Cigarette Ahegao will roll together so much. That man has twice the amount of trauma Bruce had and his coping mechanism sucks. All the aggressiveness was just a coping mechanism, underneath he’s a man with conflicted feelings and those years of being dead and suddenly being resurrected didn’t help. Let’s face it Bruce is a tired man who lives a double life. He's a man who dresses up like as a bat making sure the city is safe but he can't cover all grounds. The neglect on reader was unintentional but neglect is neglect.

Dick with reader’s cover of ‘Stressed out’ by Twenty one pilots, no explanation needed. ‘This is me trying’ by Taylor Swift with Cassandra, Stephanie, and Tim. Cassandra and Stephanie being raised by villains and Tim being an overachiever to have his parent’s attention. His parents being always away and realizing he basically did the same thing to the reader by making them feel invisible. 

Double guilt if they left the playlist on autoplay and ‘Daddy issues’ plays. Any version but I think the original fits the bill. Reader ends their blue period with a cover of Mother Mother’s ‘Burning Pile’ basically saying ‘Yeah fuck it, it’s over. I’m burning it, I’m leaving it, I’m closing the chapter’. But to the Batfamily, it meant renewal and turning a new leaf, an invitation to make things better.

[butmemostly]

autistic kevin price headcanons because i have seen the light:

went by completely undetected because his symptoms presented in “acceptable” ways or were just not recognized by his parents/guardians as neurodivergent

needs routine and does not handle sudden changes to his routines well. if something unexpected happens he’ll freak (internally)

on that note, internalizes everythinggggg. not in the “turn it off” way – in the way that he will feel things but just will not express it outwardly if he can help it.

related, he is very much in a state of constant masking. he does not know how to unmask. he also does not know why he feels so stressed/anxious all the time (surely unrelated /s)

NEEDS his alone time to relax or he’ll lose it (but being the oldest of several siblings definitely trained him in Not having that)

gets overstimulated easily

type of guy who definitely studied and memorized social cues and norms to remember what’s acceptable and what’s not (unaware most people don’t need to do this)

generally very good at studying, memorizing, and parroting information. we see an example of this in AAP when he recites the entirety of the origins of mormonism, when later we find out he didn’t even fully understand or believe in all the mormon stories he studied.

part of the masking - hides all of his special interests/fixations and/or tries to downplay his interest to seem Normal. like “oh yeah i like that thing too!” <- trying so hard not to infodump

he is SO worried about how he’s perceived, and part of why he’s uncomfortable around arnold is because arnold is everything kevin doesn’t want to be seen as. he’s also envious of arnold; the way he’s able to causally be himself and be silly and goofy, make mistakes and then make amends, while kevin has kept all of that tucked away, out of sight.

was generally neutral about religion as a kid until his parents pulled the “well if you’re a good mormon then you’ll be rewarded and be able to go back to orlando :)” and then he Locked In.

orlando is obviously a fixation of his, despite how idealized it is as a concept in his head. definitely read about its history as a city and such via absorbing entire wikipedia pages, but he's most interested in the theme parks and tourist aspects, since that's what he was around when he visited. read everything he could about the development and history of the tourist industry and its major players. he's most interested in & familiar with disney world, since that's what left the biggest impact on him as a kid.

he flip-flops between being physically affectionate vs. touch-averse (based on mood & level of overstimulation). i think he’s naturally kind of touch-averse but has gotten used to dealing with it via lots of friendly people handshakes and pats on the back, siblings touching him constantly, older relatives and close acquaintances wanting hugs every time they see him, etc etc. i think mostly he doesn’t like being touched when it’s unexpected/he’s not mentally prepared for it to happen, or he's already on-edge. (for example, while sometimes put off by arnold randomly hugging him, he usually just lets it happen or doesn’t react. but in act 2 when he’s agitated and upset, he tells arnold not to touch him.)

on the other hand, sometimes he likes contact and comfort. it’s on his own terms when he initiates it <3 having something physical to grab/hold onto when upset or under duress is comforting and grounding. he likes the pressure of being hugged. when it’s people he’s very close to (like arnold post-play or (Sometimes) his parents), he’s fine and open to hugs and physical contact :) he’s just so used to it being obligatory and disingenuous (or purposefully to annoy him like with his siblings).

i think he also has just noticed that most people tend to respond positively when there is friendly contact involved (hand on the shoulder/arm, etc) and utilizes that. despite his social cues/norms studying, he sometimes doesn't know when to Not utilize this technique (like with an authority figure or someone you're not close to who might find it rude or offputting).

mostly subtle or socially-accepted stims, part of the "constantly masking and needing to seem normal and perfect" thing. tapping and fidgeting with things, bouncing leg, etc., keeping excess movement mostly to his hands. but he still has some things he does unconsciously, like shaking his hands/arms, repeatedly shifting his weight, and various tactile stims like thumping his chest or leg.

the wigglerrrrr. "disguises" stims by doing a little dance. hes a musical guy he likes performing so this is normal for him this is just one of his little quirks (<- copium. i mean it's true but he's still stimming and will do a little jig when he feels like he Needs to move his body around)

also hums a lot (more of a self-soothing thing).

can usually pick up on jokes/tone but sometimes takes things too literally

lowish empathy and has a hard time relating to others. definitely contributes to the "everything is about me?" mentality

while he’s well-liked in mormon spaces, has a harder time in public school and with people outside his church. like aside from having the Mormon Demeanor™ he just comes across as like. Weird. not in a way people can put their finger on, though, because for the most part he’s “normal.” he’s self-absorbed, yeah, but nice and doesn’t cause trouble. i think he’s stubborn and has a very hard time when things don’t “go his way,” or rather, how he expected them to. he’s very particular about things. he asks a lot of questions in class about small details and wants lots of clear directions on assignments. he comes across as “fake” to some people because of his masking and crazy politeness.

he wears the same exact clothes every day like a cartoon character. since they don’t have a uniform they’re his “school clothes” that he only wears at school. something like, idk, blue jeans and a white shirt. something simple and comfortable. one year during a spirit week event or halloween, everyone in his theater class dressed up as him in the same outfit. kevin didn’t even realize at first.

he’s the straightman among his friends because he’s easy to throw jokes at that takes him a moment to process, or takes too literally, or because they want to see Good Boy Kevin’s reaction to something less appropriate. he usually takes it in stride, though, and is a bit of a jokester himself

completely oblivious when other people have feelings for him. he’s so focused on other shit that it’s not on his radar at all. girls have confessed to him and he’s like oh. Huh? (this is definitely also leaning into my aspec headcanons for him so i’ll leave it be for now…)

[greatwyrmgold]

Maybe I'm letting my irritation at the rest of Oshi no Ko chapter 166 cloud my judgement, but...

You know how Ai had complicated feelings about needing to lie to be an idol?

And, you know, needing to lie in general?

That intersection between "lying" and "being an idol" was kind of a big deal back in the day! And Ruby didn't forget the part of her character development where she realized that.

But that's just not a problem for her. Her response to the pressure of having to lie and smile and pretend to have fun on stage is...

This just feels...incredibly disrespectful. Not on Ruby's part; she doesn't have this window into Ai's thoughts, and if having fun helps her deal with job stress, all the better for her.

But it feels disrespectful of Aka Akasaka to write one idol character struggling with the pressures of the entertainment industry, then throw in another character who just kinda deals with it.

Oh, you're self-conscious about having to lie about loving people? About being asked to wear a mask and then being criticized for putting on that mask? Well, you don't have to worry about lying if you're actually having fun, if you don't have to lie to act like people want!

I've got a couple Ruby-loving mutuals who I remember talking at length about how Ruby's arc in general has seen her just Not Having the same problems that other idols in the series face (especially Ai), but this feels different to me. Worse. It's one thing for the series to accidentally write Ruby as a nepobaby whose adoptive parents shield her from the worst parts of the industry, it's another for her/the narrative to just deny any tension caused by the fundamental contradictions of the job, especially when that very tension is the driving force of a character who used to be the most important adult in the story.

[ftmtf-doll]

Want my friends and family to be concerned when we announce that I'm pregnant. I've always been so adamant that it would never happen to me, my dysphoria being too strong. You'll laugh and say it was an accident, wrapping your arm possessively around my shoulder and saying that I'm keeping it.

No one says anything as my body slowly feminizes, not wanting to make me feel bad about having to go off testosterone for the baby. They're all pretty sure it's more than just pregnancy hormones, it's almost like I'm deliberately trying to look more feminine. But I seem happy enough, so no one mentions it when my hair starts growing long and start shaving all my body hair off

It doesn't help that you're always by my side, talking about how excited we both are to be parents, how wonderfully the pregnancy is going. We get a couple concerned looks whenever you call me the mom-to-be, but I just smile and laugh so it must be fine, right? Surely we talked about this and I'm OK with it

Soon enough I'm wearing exclusively maternity dresses, more often than not low cut ones that show off my breasts which have grown significantly with the pregnancy. We just couldn't find anything else that fit, you explain to our friends who don't fully believe you, but i don't seem too bothered by it so they let it go. Soon some of them start slipping up, accidentally misgendering me. It's an honest mistake every time, its just that well... I really don't look like a man anymore. You laugh and say it's ok whenever they apologize, saying that I'm used to it since strangers see a pregnant person and automatically assume they're a woman.

It's right before the baby comes that you start posting a bunch of cutesy couple photos showing off my warped body, all using my dead name and calling me she/her. Everyone sees it, and everyone talks about it. Some saying they can't believe this, that I'd always seemed so happy as a man. Others saying they'd seen it coming in how I acted over my pregnancy. Some are concerned, worrying if this is really what I want, but surely I would say something if I didn't want this so they leave it be

It's after the baby comes that I officially tell people I'm no longer a man. Well, you tell people for me. I'm just soo busy with the baby and recovery, after all. And if I seem stressed or upset, it's just me getting used to motherhood. Totally not because of anything else

Little do they know, you poked holes in the condom to get me pregnant all with the goal of turning me into your perfect wife. I never wanted any of this, never wanted to be a woman, but you slowly but surely wore me down and changed my body forever. Convinced all our friends that this is what i wanted, that it was my choice. How could I ever explain to everyone that my perfect loving doting partner tricked me, forced this upon me? No one would ever believe me

You're already planning on putting the next baby in me

[solar4seekstron]

TfKnightverse!Mirage x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot: A Human

Part 2

Part 1

TW/Tags: fluff, reader and mirage are so lovely dovy, couple goals, poor Noah man, angst, heavy angst, my god you will hurt, Optimus prime and reader are basically siblings, death, that should be all.

Note: As always I hope you all enjoyed this. You all have been requesting for this so I hope it was worth the wait. I love my big blue silly robot and I love him so damn much. As always a repost is appreciated and hope to hear you guys enjoyed this!!!!!

After a few days and taking the plane to a certain land.

Eventually meeting the Maximals and the people they have grown to trust over the many years. Over the time Noah only continued to feel like as if he’s your and Mirages kid. Always stuck with his parents if they’re either arguing ueing, being lovey dovy, or really just any conversation you two have.

As time carries on you can tell the stress getting to Optimus. You at times comforted him. Even when Bee offlined you made sure to be there for him. Mirage and Arcee doing the same. In their own way.

You’d eventually get along with Noah. Whom seemed to like you more then mirage in some ways. Even teasing Mirage every now and then.

When the autobots stayed the night at a villagers home. Noah and the other human Elena staying in these little “houses”. You and mirage together as you both watched the sunset.

Eventually some time before sunrise. Mirage woke you up. You both drive deep in the forest quietly in order to not wake up the others.

Once far enough you both transformed.

“Mirage if there a reason you woke me up before dawn?” You whispered. Just in case.

“Why not? Me and you barely had time babe.” His cervos gently grabbing yours as he stands on a close. Gently stepping up as he tried to stand at the same height as you. “Now baby I know our little adventure with humans hasn’t been easy-“

You just stared at him with a small smile and narrowed optics.

“But I promise you! We will make up for all of our missed dates. And …other things.” He flirts. Giving you those optics.

You sighed and placed one of your cervos on the side of his helm. “Mirage.”

“But not to worry babe. When we get that key. And the war ends. We goin places!” He said cheerfully. Making you chuckle as you two embrace each other. Your dermas connecting as you both closed your optics.

After that you both returned only to see Airazor struggling. She was infected- You immediately put your arm infront of Mirage to protect him and placed your other cervo on the handle of your sword.

Optimus comes to protect the female human. Primal coming along to deal with the situation.

From there she flew away. You can see the pain and worry in Primals optics. Mirage then took out his blaster and you took out your swords when Optimus gave his order. Then Nightbird attacked Primal.

You and Mirage were quick to get into battle. You and Nightbird in combat both having similar moves.

After that Primal had to kill Airazor. You and the others didn’t know until you got there after. You and mirage stood together as Noah goes to comfort Elena. You both looking at him with sadness. When mirage reached out to Noah, you put your cervo on his shoulder. Stopping him.

You all then watch as a tower is created from a distance. Almost believing you all have lost. You weren’t doing too well. Sitting on a rock. Mirage then coming to you to comfort you.

He was about to speak until Noah came and spoke.

Primal and Prime spoke. Making a new plan. We still have a chance to stop them!

You and mirage looked at each other with small smiles and nod. Both of you liking the plan. You and mirage both staying close to Noah and Elena as Optimus made his speech.

———————————————————————————

You’d all then make your way to the cliff. You stayed behind with Mirage and the humans before joining the other bots.

“Alright guess I’ll see you after battle babe” he looked at you with his usual smile. Only for it to go away as he saw the sad expression on your face as you stared down at him. With sad optics.

“Mirage..I.”

“Hey hey. We’ll see each other after the battle yeah?”

He gently pulled you down to give you a gentle kiss, Noah and Elena both chuckle and roll their eyes.

“I love you. And you don’t need to save me. Alright sweetspark?”

“…I…Love you too..” you only gave a small smile as he walked to the two as you watched. “He’ll be fine…yeah..he’ll be ok..”

You’d then look at your cervo on the handle of one of your swords. “He’s…Mirage.”

You’d then walk to the others. Joining them in the fight. Giving Mirage one last glance as he walked. After you did so he does the same. An uncertain look in his optics. The blue in his eyes dark:

———————————————————————————

You all ran into battle. Taking out both of your swords and killed everything in your way alongside Optimus. Even showing off some moves along side Optimus.

“Just like old times Prime?” You cut a bot in half by the head.

“Like old time!” He crushed another bot.

You’d then hear tires and looked at where scourge is at the tower. You’d then see- MIRAGE?!

“No no no MIRAGE!!!” A bot was able to punch you. Only for you to cut him in half and continue fighting. From there you kept fighting with primal and prime.

Covering for the others as they did you.

You kept trying to look and watch mirage but the battle was becoming more and more intense.

The fight only carried on. It didn’t seem like things are getting better for mirage up there. You could only keep fighting as primal saved you from being attacked hy one of the bots.

While you were too busy. Mirage and Noah were dealing with their own battle.

Scourge was just about to shoot Noah. Until Mirage got infront of Noah. Taking the hit

“Mirage what are you doing?!”

“Keeping…My promise.” He’s shot once more. Letting out a groan.

“Mirage No! Come on you gotta get up!”

“It’s ok, Noah.” He’s then shot again.

“Hey…tell my love…I love love them…and I’m sorry I couldnt…keep…m-my promise” he’s shot once more.

“Home- Home team.”

“Home Team” from there. Scourge gave the final blow..

Noah was…gone

You were able to hear the shots. Killing another bot with your sword. You felt a horrible pain in your spark. Painful….When your turned you helm and looked at the direction. Your optics widened as everything went in slow motion. Optimus and Primal calling for you as you fell to one knee….

…..:

……

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

You ran. Slashing and cutting any bot who wasn’t with you to death as you run past. Trying to get to mirage as you can only see his corpse.

That’s until Optimus tackled you. “I understand your pain but we must carry on our fight!!!! We will avenge him!” You just stared up at him. Breathing heavy as tears continue. You’d then nod. You will have justice for mirage.

And so the fighting carried. Noticing mirages body was gone until you saw Noah’s armor. You aren’t sure if that means he was alive or not.

You could barely think besides trying to get to Scourge.

Eventually Bumblebee you is now alive somehow? Came to help with the battle. Saving you from being covered by bots. You and bee fighting together alongside as you try to make your way to Optimus.

Soon you, bumblebee, and Noah are fighting together as the others stay at the fighting ground. Driving together as you made your way to Optimus.

Helping cover Optimus. Noah close with you as you both shot at the boys coming from every angle.

You were with Noah as Optimus killed Scourge finally giving mirage his vengeance. But then Optimus says he’ll stay to destroy the key…you and everyone else looked at him. Primal poke to prime.

After you spoke “Optimus…I already lost a bot the most important to me. But to lose another! I-I won’t I-I can’t!”

He placed his cervo on your shoulder. “You work with Primal…protect the others..For me…and mirage.”

Your optics are sad but you then nodded.

And from there you drove off with bumblebee. Escaping.

After that. Noah and primal helped save Optimus. The three getting away as you all made your way from the once battle field.

Everyone stopped as took a breather. We won….we won…

Optimus gave his speech. Then you’re all on a plane. You sat next to Optimus. Who kept his cervo on your shoulder as you had your helm down. Tears slowly coming down your cheeks as the others took a well needed nap.

Noah came up in front of you. Taking a knee as he placed his hand ontop of one of your cervos.

“He said….” He struggled with his words as you looked at him. Now looking down at him. “He said he’s sorry that…he couldn’t keep his promise….and that he loves you.” He had a small smile on his lips.

You tried so hard to not cry even more as you wipe yours tears away. “Thank you…Noah.”

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After some time you were hiding out in Noah’s garage.

Just in your car mode as you watched Noah work on mirages car. After Noah and his friend talked. Mirage then transformerd. Standing up as he has his arms in the air.

Causing the friend to drop his treat from his mouth.

“Yo, Mirage.”

“Yeah! Your boy is back! This dude said I wasn’t even gonna start!” From behind you transformed. Making Mirage hear you.

Turning around. “Baby you’re here!-“ you grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close your dermas against his. “I thought I lost you!!”

“HOLD UP! You got another one in here!”

“Haha Yeap!”

“I thought so too babe!” You both held into each others embrace as you looked at Noah. “Thank you Noah”

“Heh yeah no prob. Always there for a…friend” you and Mirage started kisses each other once more. It soon becoming a full on make out session as the two humans watch.

“Should we uhh…”

“Um guys y’all know this is my garage….right?….guys??”

In between kisses mirage spoke “Sorry Noah. Mmm Uh you guys should probably leave.” You and mirage were now on the floor. Mirage on top as he used him arms to support himself. “It’s about to get busy up in here!” As you both resumed. Noah and his friend ran upstairs. “Yeah I ain’t sticking around for this!” The friend said. “Oh come on!” Noah said running up right after him.

Let’s just say Noah was too scared to go into his own garage for. Good few hours. And also really happy that his mom and lil bro stayed asleep to not hear you two…cuddling.

I promise you Y/N makes it up to Noah. And so does mirage. But I will also say….Y/N and Mirage defiantly made up for all that lost time.

In the comments below sure to let me know your thoughts and if you want a part 3. And as always have a good rest of your day!

[joonsmagicshop]

Faking It- Chapter Three

Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.

Word Count: 4k

Rating: M- Mature themes

Tags: Angst, small disagreement between Y/N and Tae. Jimin is hilarious and I adore him, flirting over text, suggestive themes

Author Note: taetae my beloved! Also you cannot tell me drunk Joon wouldn't be a master flirt

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You ended up telling Taehyung what happened five days later.

You didn’t mean to keep it from him for so long but with the cafe being closed Monday and Tuesday and him being out with friends most of the weekend you hardly had time to sit down and have a conversation about it

Tae’s Teas had been pretty dead today so you decided to take your time and deep clean all the tables and chairs. Jimin and Jungkook had just gotten back from a supply run and were restocking the back and Taehyung was standing at the counter chin propped up on his hand as he stared around the cafe looking bored.

It didn’t help that all the previous snow had melted and everything was back to grey cloudy skies. Sleet was falling today, instead of blanketing the world in a beautiful white it just made everyone more miserable as they pulled their hoods over their head to ward off the slushy chill.

“So Y/N how did it go with Namjoon?” Taehyung asked eyebrow quirked as you froze in spot, rag hanging in midair.

Not that you didn’t expect him to ask, of course he would, you just were unsure how he would end up reacting.

“Uh, it went well. He and I are good now. We’ve been texting.” You respond trying to keep your voice light as you move to the other table and pull out the chairs, grabbing your broom and sweeping up all the crumbs that seem to accumulate out of nowhere.

After your date, Namjoon texted you to make sure you got home safe. From there you started to get to know each other. Questions about how your day went or what book you were currently reading were the new normal as the both of you texted almost all day every day. Namjoon said that the best way to convince everyone that you were dating was to know the little things about each other, so you were taking it slow

“What about the wedding? You told him no right?” Taehyung questioned as you let out a sigh and stopped sweeping. You placed both your hands on the broom handle as if it would be able to support your weight as you turned to look at Taehyung.

“Well, not exactly…” You mused as Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Y/N you didn’t! You didn’t agree to it?” He begged as you shot him a shy smile and he let out a groan.

“I told you not to! I told you it was a bad idea why did you say yes?” He stressed, standing upright as you made your way over to him sweeping as you went.

“He apologized for what he did. And I don’t see why I shouldn’t go.” You respond as you set the broom by the serving counter and eye Taehyung.

“Because he is a stranger. You don’t know him. Not really.” Tae argues.

“Wait till you find out the wedding is in the mountains.” You tease as his jaw opens in shock and his brown eyes are wide in surprise.

“So a stranger proposed for you to be his date for a wedding? High up in the mountains? Y/N this sounds like the start of a murder mystery book!” He warned.

“Why does it have to be him? Why can’t it be someone like Jungkook? Or Jimin? We know them. We know they are decent human beings.”

You stare at Taehyung

“Uh well, Tae because Jungkook is like a little brother to me and Jimin….”

That night was still fresh in your mind even though it had now been over a month since it had happened.

It was one hell of a day at work and Taehyung invited everyone to come back to the apartment to hang out. Jungkook already had plans with his parents but Jimin was game so the three of you piled in Taehyung’s truck and headed home.

The booze was flowing as you and Tae sat on the couch and Jimin took up residence on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets. Even though you had a perfectly good loveseat he could sit in he chose to sit near Taehung’s feet.

It was right after Namjoon had ghosted you and you spent the night passing around a bottle and talking about how people were trash.

Eventually, Taehyung ordered food and told the two of you to stay put as he had to head down to pay the delivery driver.

You were more than happy to stay in your PJs under your blanket so you both waved as Taehyung left the living room staggering slightly.

“Should one of us go with him?” Jimin asked, eyes glassy and voice slightly slurred as you grabbed your claw clip and clipped up all your hair. All the alcohol was making you hot but the blanket was too cozy to push off.

“Nah he’s Tae he got this.” You said smiling down at Jimin.

“I’m surprised he even let Namjoon give you his number. I always thought….” he let his voice taper off and you burst out laughing.

“Jimin! You didn’t think Tae and I were a thing did you?” You cackled as Jimin flushed slightly.

“Oh, my sweet Chim he and I are childhood friends. Nothing romantic at all. You're gonna make me barf just thinking about it.” You said swaying slightly as you tried to focus on Jimin’s face.

“So I have a shot then?” He asked in a small voice sounding completely serious and you sat up straighter on the couch, eyes wide.

Jimin wouldn’t look at you, instead his glassy eyes stayed focused on your knees as his cheeks tinged even more pink than they already were.

“I think Taehyung would be very lucky to have you Jimin. Don’t worry about me I’m zero competition. Honest.” You said as you lightly patted his cheeks and you could feel how warm they were from the booze and his confession.

Right when you were about to ask more, Taehyung burst through the door with pizza in hand as you struggled to get off the couch to help.

The next morning you had woken up with a terrible headache but never forgot what Jimin said. You wanted to bring it up but you weren’t sure how, so you just left it for now but you decided to keep a closer eye on the pair.

“Ooo who are we gossiping about?” Jimin teases as he emerges from the kitchen and comes to stand by Taehyung playfully hip-checking him.

“Namjoon.” Taehyung spits as if a bad word is leaving his mouth.

“Oh yes, how is it with Mister Tall and Handsome?” Jimin asks eyes twinkling as he pushes his dark hair from his eyes.

“It’s going good he invited me to a wedding in December as his date…well as his fake girlfriend and I agreed. As you can see Taehyung is just delighted.” You say letting the sarcasm roll off your tongue as Tae shoots you a warning look and Jimin stares at you in shock.

You fill him in on the entire story and when you are done he is grinning at you.

“Wow Y/N that’s so cool. And it’s going to be a big fancy wedding. That’s so cool!” Jimin gushes as Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“You aren’t supposed to encourage it.” He groans as you giggle.

“Come on Tae I know it’s hard but our Y/N… she’s growing up. Kids these days grow up so fast.” Jimin says pretending to sniffle and cry in Taehyung’s shirt which makes Taehyung crack a smile.

“Hey! We are all the same age you know!” You remind Jimin as he stops his act as a customer finally comes in.

Taehyung falls into place taking his order and you make the drink and hand it to him and soon enough it’s empty once again.

“You know what this situation sounds like. A Young Adult Novel? Y/N! You should write a book about this you could make so much money!” Jimin proposes as you burst out laughing.

“Jimin I’m not writing a book about this!”

“Why not! A Tall stranger comes into your coffee shop and offers you his number. Then he messes it up but comes back because now you are invited to a wedding as a fake girlfriend! It’s a classic trope! Is Namjoon a vampire by chance? Or a hot dragon tamer or Fae?” He asks talking a mile a minute in excitement.

“What? Jimin what are you even talking about?” You say holding your stomach as you giggle at his antics.

“That’s what the young adults are into right now. Believe me, my sister had read all the books, and mysterious men who just happen to own dragons are super popular. Does Namjoon have a dragon by chance?” He asks totally serious as Taehyung groans next to him.

“He can hardly handle a cell phone let alone a dragon.” Tae reminds.

“I think he could handle a very small dragon. Like one that would sit in his pocket.” You say ignoring Taehyung as Jimin’s eyes light up.

“Tae you carry around that notebook for a reason! Write this down! Y/N would be the main character and Namjoon could be the handsome lead!” Jimin continues.

“I’m not being a part of this,” Taehyung responds throwing his hands up and stepping backward.

“Jimin I appreciate the support but we are not writing a book about this.” You say as Jimin sticks out his lower lip in a pout and you come over to pull him in for a sideways hug.

“You guys never like my ideas.” He pouts

“Chim the last time you had an idea it was for all of us to work without shirts because the Air Conditioning stopped working.” Taehyung reminded as you snickered into Jimin’s shoulder.

“It was a great idea! We all were sweating anyway and no one came in because it was too hot to be outside.” He argues as Taehyung can’t help but chuckle.

“Okay It’s a slow day so I’m going to head into the office I have some invoices and orders to take care of. Y/N don’t let Jimin have any more crazy ideas today hmm.” He says shooting Jimin a pointed look.

“It’s a great idea Tae! Mysterious strangers are the perfect leading man for any novel.” He states.

“That is one of the reasons I don’t want her going. The man is a stranger and going to take her to the mountains for a wedding. You don’t find that fishy?” He asks throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Tae he and I have been texting. I’ve been getting to know him. Sure I don’t know every little thing about him but I wouldn’t call him a stranger anymore.” You say shooting Taehyung a pleading stare. Why can’t he just be happy for you about all this?

“Tae I get you’re worried but Namjoon seems like an okay guy.” Jimin starts but Taehyung lets out a huff and turns on his heel to walk away. While he doesn’t slam the office door it sure feels like it when you are left alone with Jimin.

“He hates me.” You whine covering your face with your hands and groaning.

“He doesn’t hate you he’s just worried. I’m sure when you talk it out you will be fine. I can help soften him up tonight.” Jimin promises as he rubs your back.

“Tonight? Wait what’s tonight?” You ask.

“He invited Kook and I over for drinks. Kook can’t come because he has some video game thing but I promised I’d come over and bring the booze.”

“Ah.” You respond.

“Listen Y/N about the last time we had a drinking night….” He moves towards you and drops his voice low.

“I remember what I said about Taehyung and I’d very much appreciate it if you don’t tell him what we talked about. He’s my friend and my boss and I have to take it super extra slow and careful. I don’t want to lose him.” Jimin whispers as you shoot him a small smile.

“Your secret is safe with me Chim.”

When you get home Taehyung lets you shower first. You shower as quickly as possible and while you are changing in your room you can hear the shower turn on as Tae must be taking his.

The ride home was tense and you almost wished you hadn’t carpooled today as the whole ride home you stared out the window and Taehyung kept fiddling with the radio dial.

You had to talk to him. To make him understand why you were doing this you also had to know why he was so against it.

You finish blow-drying your hair and put it up in a simple ponytail. You decide to stay comfy tonight so you change out of your blue robe into sweatpants and a fitted sweater.

You hear the bathroom door open and you know your best friend well enough to know he is standing there fully clothed and styling his hair.

You crack open your door to see exactly that, Tae wearing black sweats and a fitted green sweater as he combed through his soaked locks.

“Taetae?” You call stepping out of the room to walk over to him suddenly feeling like a small child heading to your parent’s to tell them you broke something.

“Y/N.” He sighs as you don’t wait for permission, instead you scoot behind him and push the toilet lid down so you can sit atop it watching him work on styling his quick-drying hair.

The bathroom is still humid from both your showers and it makes your sweater stick to your skin as you pull the neck away and try to form words.

“We have to talk about this. I can’t stand not talking to you.” You start as Taehyung shoots you a glace and goes back to styling his hair.

“You know my stance on it. You know I think it’s a bad idea.” He says simply as he finishes with his hair and begins to apply face cream to his skin.

“I know but I want to know why. Both Jimin and Jungkook think he’s a good guy why can’t you?” You keep your voice small as Taehyung rubs the cream in taking his time around his eyes and nose.

“Because they aren’t your best friend Y/N. Because they didn’t watch how you begged and pleaded with your parents to let you come with me. They didn’t see how your eyes lit up when Namjoon gave you his number and how that light dimmed when he never texted you. I told my parents and your parents I would keep you safe and now you are going off with an acquaintance to the mountains for a wedding where you won't know anyone but him. I can’t lose you Y/N. If he turns out to be a psycho killer I can’t stand to lose you. It would break me in every way possible.” He admits not looking at you as he says those words.

You get up and come to stand behind him as you stare at both your reflections in the mirror. Taehyung has worry lines on his forehead and his shoulders are tensed up. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his back taking him in.

“Taetae you are my best friend. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t have met Namjoon if it wasn’t for you. You don’t have to like him or trust him but I do and you have to trust me.” You request as Taehyung lets out a sigh and his shoulders droop.

“If he hurts you I might have to kick his ass,” Tae grumbles as you smile against the warmth of his sweater.

“I’ll be sure to tell him.”

You both stand in silence for some time, Taehyung standing still just letting you hug him as you both enjoy the moment. You know Taehyung worries and he had to jump through hoops just to get you both to where you are today and you would never take that for granted. He is your rock, your best friend and you are grateful for everything he has done for you.

“I trust you Y/N. I don’t like it but I’ll respect it.” He finally admits, breaking the silence.

“Thank you, Tae. And thank you for looking out for me but I got this. Pinkie Promise.”

He chuckles as you once again loop pinkies and the air seems to be lighter now that the tension is gone.

You leave to let Tae finish getting ready and take out your phone to let Jimin know everything is fine with you and Taehyung. You also shoot Namjoon a text knowing full well he is out with friends tonight but wanting to tell him to have a good night. You also decide to take a cheeky selfie in the full-length mirror in your room before hitting send.

It was nothing sexy or sensual it was just you in your sweatpants and sweater with a glass of wine cheersing the camera.

Within minutes Namjoon is texting you back and he sends a selfie of his own.

He is wearing a black turtleneck and cheersing the camera with a beer. You nearly spit out your drink and set your wine glass down on your nightstand.

You can’t see his lower half but the black turtleneck clings to his frame as if it was made for him, showing off his broad chest and sculpted arms.

You swallow hard.

You zoom the picture in and swallow harder when you can see how broad and big his chest is and how his biceps flex as he holds the camera.

And his hands

His long fingers curl around the bottle nearly swallowing the neck of it and you feel heat rise to your face

You: You are not playing fair. I was goofy and silly and you look really good.

Namjoon: I don’t know what you’re talking about. You always look good.

You: You know what I mean Namjoon. You look hot and I look…comfy.

Namjoon: If you don’t think you look hot as fuck in those sweatpants then I’m not doing my job as your fake boyfriend.

Your mouth drops and a blush spreads across your cheeks and down your neck.

Namjoon: Sorry when I drink I sometimes get a little bold.

You: It’s okay I don’t mind bold.

You bite your lip in anticipation of his next text as you leave your room to head to the kitchen to start getting things ready.

Namjoon: Well right now I am one drink in and waiting for my friends to come back from the bar and staring at the picture you sent me. You look so good in those sweats. Like seriously you look hot.

You: If this is how one drink Namjoon talks how does multiple drink Namjoon talk? Because I feel like it’s usually custom to have more than one drink at a wedding. Especially being a part of the wedding party and all

Namjoon: At the wedding, I will behave but any other day… Depends. If he is with his friends he is giggly and goofy and somehow more clumsy. If he talking to a pretty girl such as yourself he is a master flirt and sweet talker. Also tends to swear a lot, I’m trying to get him to reel it in.

You work on placing some chips in a bowl and you laugh.

You: I think you described to me buzzed Namjoon. I want the dirt on very drunk Joon.

Namjoon: Listen as your fake boyfriend drunk Namjoon is as how I described. If I were your real boyfriend drunk Joon would be something else entirely

Your skin prickles with heat as you reread the message. You have a feeling you know what he is implying and it would be the right thing to do to cut the conversation short. You both agreed you didn’t want real feelings involved and even flirting like this is toeing the line. However, you can’t help but type out your message and hit send before you can regret it.

You: and if you were my real boyfriend hypothetically of course, what would drunk Namjoon be like?

Namjoon: fine here is the dirt. If you were my actual girlfriend dunk me is very affectionate and horny. Something about alcohol just gets me ya know. Not when I’m with my friends of course but when I’m with my girl…yeah.

You gasp and feel your skin heat up.

You had to admit you had thought about Namjoon in that way and the fact he admitted to being a horny drunk when dating someone made you shiver and made anticipation hang in the air like a cloud. You knew from the second he walked into the cafe that you were sexually attracted to him but this, this was something else entirely.

Namjoon: Sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I tend to babble when I’m drunk

You: Nah it’s okay I’m just thinking.

Namjoon: And what kind of thoughts are you thinking? Hopefully, I didn’t scare you away.

You: You didn’t. It’s just you send this picture of yourself in a tight turtleneck then you flirt with me and tell me you are a horny drunk. I don’t think you’re going to kill me on the mountain I think you’re going to kill me right now

Namjoon: LOL Well don’t worry you can get revenge at the wedding. I’m sure you are going to look incredible in the dress you pick and I’m going to have to hold off on the booze so I don’t mess anything up.

You: Ah there’s the sweet talker again

Namjoon: You got me. Have a good night Y/N. My friends are back so I probably won’t text much. Be good tonight.

You: You are the one out on the town shouldn’t I say that about you?

Namjoon: Nah I’d never cheat on my fake girlfriend.

You wish him a good night and set your phone on the counter taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Namjoon said that you could get revenge with your dress but what about him? If that’s how good he looks in a turtleneck what was he going to look like in a suit? How would you ever survive that?

A knock at the door startles you as you go to answer it and see Jimin there with his arms full of bags and a big grin on his face.

“What happened to you? I thought you and Tae made up. Did you fight again? You’re all flushed.” He comments as you help him take the bags from his arms and Taehyung rounds the corner.

“I’m just warm ‘cause Tae took his usual boiling shower and warmed up the apartment too much. I’m gonna change out of this sweater.” You comment as Taehyung shakes his head and tries to defend himself but you are already in your room.

You decide to pick out a white short-sleeved shirt that has a V-neck and you pull out your usual layered gold necklaces.

You are about to leave the room but your eyes fall on the full-length mirror and you smirk to yourself as you dim your room lights and snap a selfie, much sexier than the first one. You still keep it modest teasing Namjoon as he did to you and before you can overthink it you hit send.

It takes only four minutes for Namjoon to respond, not that you were counting, and you nearly dropped your phone when you saw his message.

Namjoon: If I was your real boyfriend I’d come over right now and make you pay for making me hard while I’m out with my friends

You: If I was your real girlfriend I’d make you pay for wearing such a tight-fitting shirt and sending me a picture while I’m with my friends

Namjoon: Beings you were so nice and are my fake girlfriend I’ll wait till after the wedding to punish you for tonight. Sweet dreams Y/N.

“Earth to Y/N we asked you a question,” Taehyung called obnoxiously waving his hand in front of your face as you quickly locked your phone and placed it on the couch beside you.

“Sorry, what was that?” You say as Tae groans and Jimin giggles.

“Cut her some slack Tae she was probably thinking about her man.” Jimin teases as you try and fail to hide your blush.

They have no idea

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[sunshine-zenith]

Does it sound like Peri "puts on a voice?" What I mean is that in his first appearance it sounded deeper, but his later appearances it sounds higher and slightly nasally. And I can't say it was for that one episode because I rewatched the episodes (and will do so again tomorrow) and I swear the voice change happened within the same episode in his other appearances.

You know, Anon, I think he does

In his intro scene as Dev’s fairy, it’s clear his voice actor is trying to emulate Pilot!Cosmo’s voice — smooth and confident — but as the series goes on it does get higher, occasionally sounding similar to Current Day!Cosmo. I don’t necessarily think either voice is his “natural” voice, though (or at least, as close to a natural voice as a fictional character portrayed by a professional voice actor not speaking in their natural voice can get)

Something I specifically noticed is that Peri’s voice pitches up when he’s stressed or out of it — him arguing with Dev, him panicking, when he was succumbing to the magical buildup, etc. I’m pretty sure in general it’s common for voices to up pitch in stressful or terrifying situations

Meanwhile, I noticed his voice does pitch down when he’s trying to be confident and in control — his introduction scene, for a start, but iirc, a couple other times when he was trying to enforce the rules and his parent interrupted him/made him feel like a kid, he pitched his voice down a bit to show himself as an authority figure who totally knows what he’s doing

A good example of this is in the opening scene to Lost in Fairyworld — when Peri tries to explain the rules to Dev, he puts on the smooth, confident I Know What I’m Doing voice, but when Dev makes his loophole wish to go to Fairyworld, he’s caught off guard and his voice pitches waaay up. Most of the time otherwise it’s somewhere in the middle

It’s also possible that Peri’s natural voice just is higher pitched, like his dad’s, and any instance of him speaking in a lower voice is him consciously putting on a voice. Part of why I think it’s actually more in the middle is because a lot of his scenes are him being That Bitch (affectionate) and putting on a voice to audibly say that word “sigh” when you’re annoyed at your parents seems like a wee bit much, even when you’re That Bitch

(Side note, but I’m pretty sure it’s not an uncommon head canon that Peri probably practiced his introduction before actually going to Dev — his intro is overall really cool, but parts of it don’t necessarily flow super naturally in conversation, like introducing himself with his deadname before clarifying that that’s not his name anymore, basically like a monologue that hasn’t been workshopped by peers yet. It’s easy to imagine Peri rehearsing what he wanted to say ahead of time, and that’s why his voice is the deepest in this scene compared to any other — Peri’s working off a script, literally playing a character of himself, while every other moment he’s winging it. He can’t consciously play the coolest version of himself when he’s reacting to something completely unexpected in the moment)

Here’s a fun challenge/drinking game for anyone who plans on watching the series as soon as it drops on netflix tomorrow: when Peri is on screen, pay attention to his vocal range and try to pinpoint/take a shot (of water/juice/whatever) when it changes

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That actually reminds me - basketball gang from Ghost in the Shell.

Knows the existence of yeerks and animorphs:

- they talked about yeerks, aliens and animorphs for most of the scene. They know that aliens are real and that yeerks are slug shaped aliens that infest people who tried to take over earth, and seem to know the basics of what went down.

- from what they mentioned during the convo, we know that they know that animorphs are kids who can shapeshift with the help of alien tech (and other aliens) that stopped the evil body snatching alien slugs from taking over earth. They also know one of the animorphs is Tom’s kid brother Jake.

Not a Zombie reader (or highly involved in the war):

- the named characters do not seem to have been infested. G.T asks him outright what being infested was like (implying he’s not been infested before), Dante shares a story about his gf’s mom being infested but not himself, Kit wasn’t at Ground Zero due to college. The others also stay quiet regarding whether or not they’ve been infested.

- As their main purpose in that scene seems to be ‘civilians catching up with an ex-pow after war ends) it’s probably safe to assume that they’ve not been infested at least during their time in high school - or if they had been infested, they chose not to bring it up to the others.

- Tom never met them in the time he was infested, and I’m pretty sure if they got infested they also would’ve left the team to go to the Sharing like Tom was made to do. Doesn’t mean much considering that Tom’s younger then all of them which means they could’ve been infested after they graduated or gone involuntary near the end of the war, but either way Tom is likely to assume they weren’t a Zombie unless he comes across their names on his List of ex-Hosts or they volunteer the information themselves.

Others:

- Tom’s not willing to share a lot of things with Jake and his parents that he’s willing to share with the reader (because he’s protective of their mental wellbeing? Especially Jake - Tom’s not willing to share how their attempts to prevent casualties didn’t exactly work out well). Can’t be Eva or Bonnie because they’re both Zombies and he’s less defensive around them, Bonnie especially, compared to the reader. Too much responsibility for the Mind Over Matter group to rely on them completely, and they’re all also Zombies which wouldn’t fit the bill. That leaves the peer/friend group of basketball players as the most likely people to be talking to, because opening up to peers can be a lot less stressful than opening up to people whom you’ve got emotional incentive to appear perfectly fine to.

- They were his hangout group before he got infested and the yeerk made him quit to join the Sharing/punishment for acting out, so they knew him before everything went down, and from the scene we see that both sides are trying to reconnect. Sharing what he’s been up to after the war could be a way to do that.

- They don’t seem hostile to Jake. They also don’t idolize Jake either - from Kit’s reminder I’m assuming that they view him as Tom’s little brother who just so happened to also be a key part of the war (and also failed tryouts). Considering the huge amount of people that have it out for Jake due to what he did during the war or want him for his morphing powers/first contact experience with aliens, that’s gotta be a big up in Tom’s eyes.

- They’re not hostile to ex-Hosts, believe in their story, and are trying to find out more (G.T. Asking what the experience as a prisoner getting yeerked was like). For Tom who’s a keystone in Mind Over Matter, that’s also got to be a point up, but because the basketball group also don’t understand why, it would explain the defensiveness as well.

- He’s not directly responsible for getting them back on their feet and ensuring they stay there, and vice versa. They don’t treat him like glass - they’re working on accepting him as is. Makes opening up about the truly nasty stuff a lot easier.

Could be all of the group, but Kit in particular is who I headcanon Tom to be writing to because 1) he’s rarely in Santa Barbara so he wouldn’t know anything that’s happening in Santa Barbara and writing letters about what they’re both up to is a way to keep contact, 2) is the only civilian that Tom isn’t related to whom he’s up to date on after the war (Tom doesn’t mention what the others are up to but knows Kit left for college and rarely came back to Santa Barbara - Kit’s the only civilian he’s got knowledge of what they’re doing after/during the war), 3) one who Tom seems the closest to (Kit is the first person mentioned in the scene by calling Tom over, helped smooth over awkwardness between Tom and the others, recalls Jake as Tom’s little brother) 3) will step in when needed verbally (like when he updates Tom on what the others were talking about while Tom was lost in realisation), but otherwise leaves it up to Tom to handle himself. Second would be Ari because he’s the one who talks most in that scene and is the one to get Tom a drink, but Kit first and foremost because of the aforementioned reasons.

But also because the sheer hilarity of Kit going ‘a letter from my pal today, wonder what he’s up to - you killed an alien tribble? You time travelled to an alternate past? You missed an entire month of bar meetups because you were solving a murder mystery involving a morpher and self mutilated but turned out fine because you’re also a morpher? Your brother threw up a cat? Bro your life is wild, all I did was study for exams’ sends me lmao.

There’s also Tom writing to himself by treating the entire thing as a post-battle report to himself as the person in charge, reaffirming that the person in charge is himself and that he’s the only one in his head if you’re more into angst.

Ngl I really like that there’s so many options to pick and choose, it’s very fun to speculate on.

one thing that I love about your eleutherophobia fics (among many many things) is that, despite being free of a Yeerk haunting his mind, Tom has now unwittingly replaced that with a reader listening to every thought and memory that he cares to share with us through the first person point of view. He’d be mortified if he ever broke the fourth wall ;)

thanks for your lovely writing and blog! definitely part of what’s keeping me going in these very weird times

Thank you! And yeah, I think a lot about the unique narration style in Animorphs, because I'm trying to imitate it. There's always an awareness that the characters are telling a story — the books open with the narrator going "I can't tell you my last name", and Marco especially will use imperatives like "don't tell anyone I said that." Clearly you is the reader, and each of the kids is meant to be aware that the reader is there.

There are some fascinating hints (handwaving Jake's line in #53) about who each narrator considers their audience. The Chronicles all state outright that each is an account of oneself (X) consciously crafted for one particular audience: Elfangor's talking to Tobias, Aldrea and Dak to Seerow Jr., Visser One to the Council (and Eva), and Toomin to Rachel. Ax says that he's narrating for his fellow andalites, so that they can better understand Earth (#8). Jake implies he's narrating for his great-grandkids: "I'll need to buy a footlocker" (#31). Tobias at one point implies he's talking to his imagined therapist (#23), but I also think you could argue that he's talking to the Ellimist (#13) or his dad (#33).

The others are a little trickier. Cassie seems to have Jake's same educational bent, but I'd argue she's trying to teach about the biology rather than the ethics of the war. Marco is probably talking to a kid his own age who thinks they're reading a sci fi novel. He's defensive ("call me Mr. Ruthless" as he feels empathy for baby seals), he's misdirecting ("now you know how I got a blowhole" instead of clarifying his role in the war), and he's desperate to impress ("I'm slightly not tall"). But he also references the reader "vegging out" and "watching TV." Rachel? I'd argue Rachel is talking to her own adult self. She doesn't care what others think of her, but she cares a lot about living with herself. She's trying to define who she is and who she wants to be, more than anyone else on the team.

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Hi. You have Ogron and Gantlos as a couple, and I was just wondering how they got together? Who would have admitted their feelings first? Who would have realised they had feelings first? Thank you!

Hiii hello!! Tbh they're not together in everything I do, kinda?? Like depending on what I'm drawing or writing, the way I use them and their relationship also changes y'know. I don't really have a set "Oh this is how it happens" because I don't have a set whatever's happening 😭😭 currently anyway? Does that make sense at all hfgvhbj

Of course I have concepts and ideas for future plans (or stinky little thoughts I might not use ever), so we can go over some of those!!

Generally I feel like their relationship is very. Mutual. There wasn't really a secret crush, pining, anything like that. The horrifying consequences of having a leader be fully equal to his second-in-command 😔😔 I'm joking but also not really. Just something about Ogron’s "I trust him with my life." and Gantlos' "I would follow him to the ends of the world." that works for me. Their relationship was simply agreed upon after a long time of that um. Sometimes heterosexual dynamic. Which I'm only putting like that because yes, sometimes I do keep it platonic. It be like that ig

But like I said!! This all absolutely depends on what I'm doing, like when I eventually force hanahaki on them- Ignore all of this, don't even worry about it mhm

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What finally pushes Wei Wuxian into a qi deviation isn’t the fact that Jiang Cheng showed up to hate-crime him and Lan Wangji, but the fact that Wei Wuxian showed up with the best of intentions—informing his dead guardians of his intentions to marry—just to be goaded into attacking their son in front of their tablets, the highest form of disrespect he could’ve performed in front of them. That Jiang Cheng could drag him down to such a level as to engage in something so disrespectful when Wei Wuxian showed up specifically to pay his respects is why it should not surprise anyone that Wei Wuxian’s last thoughts on Lotus Pier is that he wants to leave and never return:

It was only proper to show respect for the deceased. After all, they were at an ancestral hall.

...

Jiang Cheng was exactly who Wei WuXian had wanted to avoid; the last person he wanted to be seen by. Now that Jiang Cheng had found him, he knew he probably couldn’t escape fast enough without having harsh words flung his way. Wei WuXian didn’t want to start any unnecessary conflict, so he said, “I didn’t bring HanGuang-Jun anywhere that contained the Lotus Pier’s secrets. I’m just here to offer a few incense sticks to Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu. We are just leaving.”

—Chapt. 87: Core (Part 9), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

He turned to Jiang Cheng and said, “Jiang Cheng, listen to yourself. Do you even hear what you’re saying? Don’t forget who you are. You’re the leader of a sect. To insult a fellow cultivator from one of the Four Great Sects in front of Uncle Jiang and everyone’s memorial tablets. Where are your manners?”

...

All three of them had weapons out in front of the ancestral hall now. Jiang Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he snarled, “Fine! If you want a fight, then let’s fight! You think I’m afraid of you two?!” But just a few strikes later, Wei WuXian remembered, startled, that they stood before the ancestral hall of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. He had only just knelt and prayed in front of Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu for their protection a few moments ago. And now he was attacking their son with Lan WangJi right under their nose! As if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped over him, suddenly, spots appeared in front of Wei WuXian’s eyes and his vision darkened.

...

Wei WuXian did not answer him. Instead, he said, “Lan Zhan...... Let’s go.” Immediately. And never come back.

—Chapt. 88: Core (Part 10), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Tellingly enough, Jiang Cheng does not hold the same sense of shame in the fact that he instigated a physical fight in the resting place of his ancestors nor that his intentions weren't to maintain decorum when he followed wangxian into the ancestral hall to begin with. In fact, he is fueled by rage to the point of irrationality before he even steps foot into the ancestral hall, so much so that he cannot even accept wangxian disengaging from the fight and attempting to leave on their own:

All the signs pointed to the same conclusion—there was now something more between Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi. Unable to make himself turn away or step forward to speak to them, Jiang Cheng had concealed himself and followed after them, reinterpreting their every exchange and gesture through a coloured lens. Feelings of disbelief, strangeness, and slight, mild disgust had momentarily been enough to overcome Jiang Cheng’s hatred. It was only when Wei WuXian had brought Lan WangJi into the ancestral hall that Jiang Cheng’s anger reawakened. The repressed, overwhelming rage consumed his rationality and manners.

...

Lan WangJi harbored no more desire to continue the fight with Jiang Cheng. Wordlessly, he pulled Wei WuXian onto his back and turned to leave. Jiang Cheng was plagued by alarm and suspicion. He was alarmed by the terrifying sight of blood suddenly oozing out of Wei WuXian’s qiqiao. Yet he was suspicious of whether the man was faking it for an excuse to run away. After all, it was a prank that Wei WuXian had pulled quite often in the past. At the sight of the two men leaving, Jiang Cheng called, “Stop!”

—Chapt. 88: Core (Part 10), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

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