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eu-nicola · 3 days ago

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not yours part 2

summary: Rafe Cameron is the perfect boyfriend… but not yours, but Sofia’s. However, fate plays against you when you become the only person capable of understanding him in his darkest moments. What begins as a dangerous friendship soon becomes an attraction impossible to deny.

warnings: nothing i think

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author’s note: english is not my first language and how I love to use movie quotes, please please tell me if you want to be on my taglist as I'm going to make a new one

tags: @immyowndefender @xcinnamonmalfoyx @wtfdudesblog

The night had started off quiet, too quiet for your liking. You had met up with some friends at the usual club, but soon everything became monotonous. Loud music, laughter, a few interested glances from boys you didn't care about... Nothing new. You were used to standing out, to getting attention, and today you felt a latent need for something different, something that would get you out of that routine. What you didn't expect was that the night would take an unexpected turn and that you would end up running next to Rafe Cameron, with your heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

It all started with a simple misunderstanding. A group of unknown boys approached you at the bar, insisting on drinks and comments that went from flattering to annoying in a matter of minutes. At first, you tried to ignore them, but one of them didn't get the message. His hand rested on your arm with too much confidence, pulling you as if he had the right to do so.

"Let me go," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes.

The boy laughed, as if your words had no weight, and continued to insist. You didn't like being treated like that, as if you were just another one they could manipulate at will. You were about to let go when Rafe appeared out of nowhere, as if he had been observing the situation from afar. His mere presence changed the dynamic in an instant.

"Do you have a problem?" Rafe asked, his tone calm but full of tension, as if he was already ready for anything.

The boys looked at him, assessing him. Rafe didn't need to say much to command respect; he was the kind of person who could make someone doubt with just his gaze. But this time, the boys decided not to back down.

"It's none of your business, buddy," one of them replied, defying the calm that still remained in the atmosphere.

And then, everything exploded.

What followed was a succession of quick movements, blows and pushes. Rafe was the first to attack, with a precision that made it clear that it was not his first fight. You, though surprised, weren't far behind. You'd always had that explosive side, that energy that made you face things without thinking twice. One of the boys got too close and without hesitation, you pushed him back with more force than he expected.

Chaos broke out. The music was still playing in the background, mixing with the screams and the sound of glasses falling to the floor. Adrenaline was running through your veins. You weren't scared; you were alive, more alive than you had felt in days.

In a matter of minutes, it was all over. The boys were either on the ground or far enough away that you wouldn't try again. You and Rafe barely looked at each other, there was just an exchange of quick glances and the urgent need to disappear.

"Let's go," he said, taking your hand without waiting for an answer.

And you ran with him, leaving the club as if you were escaping a fire. Laughter began to bubble in your chest as they ran through the dark streets, away from the chaos they had left behind. Rafe, always so serious and controlled, was laughing too, that sincere laugh he rarely showed. It was contagious, and before you knew it, you were both cracking up.

“What the hell was that?” you asked between laughs, finally stopping in a dark alley where no one could see you.

Rafe leaned against the wall, still breathing heavily. His face was illuminated by the distant lights, and for a second you realized how rare it was to see him like this, so relaxed, so… human.

“What we do best, I guess,” he replied, running a hand through his messy hair. There was a spark in his eyes, an emotion that mirrored yours.

You leaned against him, breathing deeply as you tried to calm yourself. The silence between the two of you was comfortable, a pause amidst all the adrenaline.

“You know?” you finally said, turning your head to look at him. “It was fun.”

Rafe let out a soft laugh, tilting his head at you.

“Do you like getting into trouble?” he asked you with a lopsided grin.

“No more than you do,” you replied with a wink.

After a few more minutes, Rafe straightened up.

“We better get moving before someone finds us,” he said, holding out his hand to you.

You took it without hesitation, letting him lead you back to his car. The engine roared as they drove away from the place, and you, with the window open and the wind hitting your face.

A few minutes later Rafe’s car stopped in front of your house after a ride in which both of you had remained silent. But it wasn’t awkward.

“Well, here we are, princess pogue,” Rafe said with a crooked smile, glancing at you out of the corner of your eye as he turned off the engine.

You laughed softly and turned to him, leaning your elbow on the car door. That nickname had something of a mockery to it, but it didn’t bother you. If there was one thing you had learned in all this time with him, it was that this mix of sarcasm and humor was part of his charm.

“I know. So exotic, so out of your perfect world, right?” you joked, faking an arrogant expression while you looked at your nails, as if you were the queen of the entire Outer Banks.

Rafe let out a laugh, one you had rarely heard from him, deep and sincere.

“I almost feel like I should ask you for an autograph before you enter your mansion.”

“Sure. But I would charge you… and I don’t think I would be able to afford it, Cameron.” You joked back, raising a challenging eyebrow.

Rafe shook his head. There was something about you that threw him off, took him out of that character he always wore.

“Don’t underestimate me. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and have enough to pay for your expensive autographs.” He replied with a mocking smile.

You laughed again, enjoying that lightness that was rare when you were around him. Rafe had a reputation, and you knew it better than anyone. But at times like this, he felt different, more human, closer.

“Well, we’ll see if you get lucky next time.”

You opened the car door and climbed out, the cool night air hitting your face. From the open door, you leaned into him once more.

“Thanks for saving me from those idiots. I think I could handle it though…” you said with a playful smile.

Rafe looked at you with a mix of amusement and something else, something you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Sure, but… it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back, right?” He winked at you.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” you admitted quietly.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment longer, a moment suspended in the air before he looked away and started the car again.

“See you soon.” He said before speeding off and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

You stood on the sidewalk for a second, watching the taillights of Rafe’s car fade into the distance. There was something about him, that mix of danger and calm, that made you feel alive. Something that drew you in, even when you knew you shouldn't.

With a sigh, you turned and entered your house.

The next day, sunlight filtered timidly through the curtains of your room. You woke up early, as always. You could still feel the echo of the laughter shared with Rafe on your skin and how the emotion of the moment had left you in an almost euphoric state. But today, that emotion had to take a backseat. It was Sofia’s birthday. And that meant that your best friend needed you.

Still between the sheets, you grabbed your phone and sent her a message:

“Happy birthday, Sof 🎉! I hope you’re ready to be the center of attention today… Although that’s not much different than any other day, right?”

Sofia’s response came almost immediately.

“Thank you!! ❤️ I’m so excited and nervous at the same time. I don’t want anything to go wrong tonight.”

You laughed softly, imagining the mix of excitement and anxiety that was probably shining in her eyes at that moment. Sofia had always been like that, wanting everything to be perfect.

You quickly wrote a reply:

“Relax, everything will be fine. I'll come early to help you with whatever you need. You're not going to do this alone.”

“You're the best. Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you. See you in a bit! 😊”

You got out of bed, already with a clear idea in mind. The night was going to be important for Sofia, and you were going to make sure it was perfect. After all, she was your best friend, and her happiness had always been on your priority list.

You went to the bathroom, took a shower, and got ready with the same dedication as always. You liked to be impeccable, and today would be no exception. You opted for a casual but elegant look: light shorts and a tank top in a neutral tone that highlighted your tan. Your hair was loose, with soft natural waves, and a touch of makeup that highlighted your eyes.

Before you left, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything was in its place.

You grabbed your bag and walked out, walking towards the Cameron house.

When you reached the door, you couldn’t help but feel a slight thrill. There was always something about that house that gave you a mix of nerves and anticipation. You knocked softly, and before you could wait too long, the door swung open. Sofia was there, beaming, with a wide smile and an energy that seemed contagious.

“You’re here!” she exclaimed, hugging you tightly. “Thank you for coming. I don’t know where to start… there are so many things to do.”

“That’s what I’m here to do, calm you down and help you organize everything.” You hugged her back just as intensely, smiling. “First, breathe. Everything’s going to be okay. Today is your day, and you have to enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” Sofia replied, giggling nervously as she led you inside. “But you know how I am.” If something goes wrong…

“Nothing is going to go wrong,” you interrupted her firmly. “Trust me. Now tell me, where do we start?”

Sofia led you to the kitchen, where there was an endless list of things to do: decorations, food, everything needed for a party that promised to be the event of the month.

When they finally finished, the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. The house was impeccable and elegantly decorated. Sofia had taken care of every detail: lights were strategically hung to create a warm and luxurious atmosphere, while gold and silver tones dominated the place, reflecting the theme of the night. The atmosphere promised to be spectacular.

Sofia and you went up to her room together to get ready.

“I can’t believe everything is ready,” Sofia said as she opened the door to her closet. “I thought we would never make it.”

“See? I told you everything would turn out well,” you replied with a smile. “Now comes the best part: getting amazing.”

Sofia pulled out a long, silver-colored dress, fitted to her figure, with rhinestone details that captured the light in a mesmerizing way. While she changed, you approached your own selection of clothes that you had brought with you.

You chose a simple but elegant gold dress with thin straps that left your shoulders and back bare. It wasn’t the most impressive dress you’d ever worn, but for the occasion it was more than enough. You slid it smoothly down your body, adjusting it in place, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“What do you think?” you asked, turning slightly to see your reflection.

Sofia, now in her silver dress, looked at you with a smile.

“You look beautiful, as always. That gold is perfect for you.”

You smiled, accepting the compliment, although deep down you still thought you could have chosen something more dazzling.

You sat in front of the mirror to fix your hair. You opted for soft, natural waves, which fell gracefully over your shoulders. You didn’t want anything too elaborate; just something that would complement the dress and enhance your face.

The makeup was simple but effective: a subtle eyeliner that highlighted your eyes, a touch of gold shadow to highlight the theme of the night, and lips in a nude tone that kept the look elegant but discreet. You made sure every detail was in place before standing up and putting the finishing touches on a pair of small, delicate earrings.

“Ready,” you said, turning to Sofia.

She looked at you with pride and excitement.

“We look amazing. Tonight is going to be perfect, I’m sorry.”

“Of course it will be,” you assured her as you both walked down the stairs. “Everything is ready, and you look spectacular. This is your night, Sof.”

The house was already beginning to fill with guests arriving one after another, dressed in matching gold and silver tones. Music floated through the air, and the lights danced softly, reflecting the luxury and exclusivity Sofia had wanted for her birthday.

As you watched everything unfold, a part of you felt calm. They had worked hard, and now it was time to enjoy.

The party was going on with a calm and elegant atmosphere. Guests moved between the decorated rooms, chatting, laughing, toasting Sofia. There was an enveloping calm that you liked; you felt comfortable, but there was also something in the air, a feeling that something could change at any moment.

You decided to take a walk around the mansion, observing the people, their gestures, their glances. You moved gracefully, with a drink in your hand, enjoying the atmosphere and that subtle feeling of being part of something special.

That was when you saw it.

Rafe was leaning against one of the walls, observing the crowd with an indecipherable expression. He didn't seem lost or bored, just... attentive. As if every movement around him had a meaning that only he could decipher.

You slowly approached him, until you were next to him.

"How was the party?" you asked him with a smile, breaking the silence between you.

Rafe turned his face slightly towards you. His blue eyes met yours for a moment, intense but calm.

"I'm enjoying myself," he replied, with that calm and confident tone, as if nothing in the world could alter it.

You nodded, and the smile remained on your face.

"Me too," you said. Silence settled between you two again, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was as if words weren't necessary for a moment. It was just the two of you, amidst the distant murmur of the party.

Suddenly, you felt his gaze.

It wasn't a casual look. It was a lingering look, as if every detail of your face captured his attention. His eyes scanned every line, every shadow, every expression. It was an intense look, but not uncomfortable, almost as if he were in a daze, lost in that moment. There was no judgment or coldness, just something you couldn't quite define.

You noticed it. You felt it. But, to your surprise, it didn't make you nervous.

You didn't know how to feel about it. There was something intriguing about being watched like that, something that made you wonder what exactly he saw. So, almost without thinking, you looked at him too.

Your eyes searched for his. And for an instant that seemed eternal, they met. Two gazes that held each other, that understood each other without words, that explored something beyond the obvious. There was no noise around them. There was no one else at that moment.

Finally, they both separated their gazes, as if something invisible had reminded them that the world kept turning.

“Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain,” you said quietly, almost like a thought out loud.

Rafe looked at you again, this time with a slight glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if those words resonated with something he himself understood, something he carried within.

There was nothing else to say at that moment. You gently stepped away, leaving the glass on a nearby table.

“I’m going to walk a little,” you told him, and he simply watched you as you walked away.

The fresh air greeted you as you stepped out into the garden. Each step took you away from the hustle and bustle of the party, but not from the feeling Rafe had left in you.

You walked slowly along the well-kept paths, surrounded by soft lights hanging from the trees, illuminating the path with a calm warmth. The sky was clear, and the stars twinkled softly, as if they were watching you too. You felt good, at peace, enjoying that moment of solitude, getting away from everything for a moment.

But you weren't alone for long.

You heard footsteps behind you, soft but firm. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. There was something unmistakable about Rafe's presence. A confident, calm air, but charged with something more, something that always seemed to throb beneath the surface.

He stood beside you without saying a word. There was no need to explain why he was there, or to ask him why he had decided to accompany you. He just did it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

They walked together, in silence. Neither of them felt the urge to fill the space with words. The night was enough. The soft sounds of the wind through the leaves, the crunch of gravel under their feet, and the occasional whisper of the breeze were enough company.

Rafe had his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes observed everything around him with that characteristic attention, as if every detail was important. Every now and then, his eyes would drift to you, though he didn't say anything.

There was something surprisingly comfortable about that shared silence. You didn't feel compelled to speak, to explain anything, to pretend anything. Rafe seemed to understand that, and you understood it too.

They walked along a path that bordered the garden, passing by a small pond where the reflection of the golden lights from the party sparkled in the water. You stopped for a moment, watching as the soft waves distorted the lights, creating dancing patterns. Rafe stopped beside you, watching the same thing.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you finally commented, breaking the silence, but with a soft voice, as if you didn’t want to disturb the calm of that moment.

Rafe nodded, a smile almost imperceptible on his face.

“Yes, it is.”

The silence returned, but this time it was different. It was a silence filled with understanding, with something that didn’t need to be said out loud. Both of you continued walking, slowly advancing through the garden.

At some point, his steps aligned perfectly with yours, as if walking together was something you had always done. There was no rush. You were just there, enjoying the night, the calm.

The silence continued between you, but at that moment, you felt it was time to go back, to get back to reality. You looked at Rafe, who was still walking beside you, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

“I think I should head back to the party,” you said, keeping your voice light, but with a small smile, “They’re going to miss you. I’ll come back later.”

Rafe looked at you then, a glint of understanding in his eyes. He didn’t seem upset, rather, it seemed like he had been waiting for you to say it. He nodded slightly and, without losing his calm, glanced up at the starry sky.

“You’re right.” His tone was relaxed, but there was a spark in his eyes that made it clear that you didn’t care much about the party or the others.

You both stopped in front of the garden entrance, as if you somehow knew that the walk had come to an end. The party continued in the distance, laughter and conversations floating in the air.

“I’ll see you later then,” Rafe said with a slight smile.

He took a step back, giving you room to turn around and head back into the hustle and bustle of the party.

With a small wave of his hand, you began to walk back.

“See you later,” you said as you walked away, still staring at him for a moment, knowing that even though you were physically walking away, somehow, the words that weren’t said between you would still be floating in the air.

Rafe stood there, watching you go, before turning around again and heading back to the party.

After you both returned to the party, the atmosphere had changed slightly. The music was still playing, but something in the air seemed lighter. People were gathered around the center table, where Sofia was at the front, surrounded by her friends, family, and loved ones. They were all waiting for the moment when she would blow out the candles, the perfect ending to their celebration.

The table was adorned with gold and silver details, like the theme of the party, and in the center, a large three-tiered cake dominated the stage. The candles glowed softly, with the light dancing over the smiling faces of everyone present. Sofia looked radiant, her dress shining under the lights of the room, and her eyes reflected a mix of excitement and gratitude.

Rafe approached you, a glass in his hand, and offered it to you with a discreet smile. It was clear that the tension between the two of you had not completely dissipated, but at that moment, everything seemed simpler, lighter. He raised his glass in your direction, waiting for you to toast with it.

“To Sofia,” he said in a soft tone, looking towards the table, where Sofia was already ready to blow out the candles.

You raised your glass as well, nodding with a smile. “To Sofia,” you repeated, feeling that the night, despite everything, had something special, something you couldn’t describe, but you knew deep down. You both toasted, clinking glasses with a small sound that resonated in the air.

Sofia, with her gaze full of hope, closed her eyes and blew out the candles. At that moment, everyone present kept a brief silence, waiting for her to make her wish. The bated breath in the room felt like a bubble about to burst, and then, as if everything had been calculated, Sofia opened her eyes and smiled.

“Thank you all for being here,” she said, her voice warm and full of emotion, looking at everyone present. “Thank you for this very special day.”

Applause filled the room, and the music took control of the night again, as people began to laugh and enjoy themselves again. Rafe, for his part, gave you one last look before diverting his attention to his group of friends.

The night continued, filled with laughter and toasts.

The next day, the sun shone brightly on the mansion and the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost as if the party the day before had been just a distant dream. The pool sparkled invitingly under the midday heat, the clear water reflecting the clear sky. You had already begun to enjoy the day, swimming and letting yourself be carried away by the calm of the place. The water surrounded you, cool and refreshing, as you swam back and forth, enjoying the peace of those solitary moments.

Rafe and Sofia were in the lounger area, almost ignoring you in their own world.

After a while, you decided to get out of the water. You laid down on one of the lounge chairs, feeling the sun on your skin. But soon, bored of just sitting there doing nothing, you got up and headed over to the pool table. You grabbed a cue and, in order to distract yourself, decided to play a little, not really interested in winning, just to pass the time.

It wasn't long before Rafe approached you, watching with a slight smile on his face.

"Do you dare to play a game?" he asked, also taking a cue and adjusting his shirt a little.

Sofia, from her spot by the pool, watched the two of you, somewhat distant, but not enough to not notice how you interacted. It could have been her curious look, or perhaps the way her body was slightly tense, but at that moment, something seemed different.

The game started with laughter and small jokes between you and Rafe. He, always a bit of a tease, would try to tease you with some comment or make you lose focus, but all in good spirits. You realized that, at that moment, there was no pressure. There was no tension, just the sound of the cue hitting the balls, the laughter and the words that intertwined naturally.

Meanwhile, Sofia stood there, watching in silence.

Rafe, more focused on the game than anything else, made a couple of jokes to you while he won it, but you weren't intimidated. You laughed, both at his attitude and at the little tricks he tried, although without being really competitive, which kept the atmosphere light.

At one point, your cue missed on a crucial shot and Rafe couldn't help but laugh.

"That's the best you've got?" he said, taking his turn to give it the final blow.

Finally, after a few rounds, the match ended and Rafe emerged victorious, albeit with a slight hint of irony, as he knew you had let him win a couple of times just to not make the moment too tense.

Sofia approached, as if she had been waiting for them to finish so she could resume the chat between the three of you.

The day progressed slowly, the sun shining brightly on the pool and the gardens of the mansion. The air was getting warmer and warmer, the atmosphere relaxed with soft music in the background. Sofia and you had laughed together, enjoying the little jokes.

As the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and pink hues, Sofia received a call. Her face changed slightly as she looked at her phone, and after a few seconds of conversation, she told you that she had to leave, that her family needed her.

“Do you want me to go with you?” you asked, without thinking too much about what you were saying. An impulse, a need to not let her go alone.

But Sofia looked at you with a smile, her voice soft but firm.

“It’s not necessary. Stay here, enjoy the day,” she replied with a calm that almost surprised you.

So, without being able to do much else, you watched her leave, watching her walk away down the path that led to the entrance of the mansion. You stood there, watching the sunset for a long moment. Something in the air, in the stillness of the place, made you feel uncomfortable, as if everything was about to change. The house suddenly seemed empty, and the sound of your own footsteps echoed in the silence that settled around it.

With the intention of not staying there thinking about what you didn’t want to think about, you decided to go out to the backyard, looking for a distraction. Maybe just a little fresh air would help you calm the anxiety that was beginning to grow inside you.

The patio was quiet, with the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze and the soft murmur of the pool water, but the quiet only served to make you feel even more nervous. You walked a little further, approaching the trees and shadows of the garden, trying to escape a situation that made you feel uncomfortable.

It was then that you heard his footsteps. Rafe, who had not left you alone all day, appeared behind you, his elongated figure projecting over the grass. At first you didn't say anything, as if the silence between the two of you was some kind of invisible wall that you didn't even want to touch.

"Are you going to stay here alone?" Rafe asked, his voice soft, but with something in it that made you turn to look at him. He didn't seem to notice the tension in the air, or maybe he felt it too, but didn't know how to handle it.

And it was at that moment, when his eyes met yours, that everything became more intense. A simple exchange of glances turned into something deeper, something that both of you seemed to understand without the need for words. He was close, close enough for you to feel his presence. His gaze, once calm, now seemed charged with something else. You couldn't say exactly what it was, but it was there, like an invisible current that silently united you.

You both stood there, as if suspended in time, not knowing whether to move forward or back. You wanted to break that silence, but the truth was that you didn't know how. The fact that he was so close, his soft breathing, his gaze fixed on you, made everything much more complicated.

Rafe took a step towards you, without saying a word, as if he was looking for something in your expression, something that would make you give in. Your body reacted before your mind could process it, taking a step back, but not really moving away from him. It was as if gravity had brought them together in that instant, an invisible force pulling them both to the same place. The tension was palpable, like a thin thread that tightened with every millimeter of space they shared.

You felt trapped in the moment, as if your thoughts were caught between the need to flee and the need to stay there. And although you didn't want to admit it, you were attracted to him, and that terrified you. Something about his closeness, his presence, made you feel vulnerable, but at the same time, something in you wanted him not to move away.

Rafe, it seemed, felt it too. He stared at you a little longer, as if he was waiting for you to make the first move, or as if he was undecided between saying something or simply remaining suspended in the air in that moment. Finally, it was he who broke the silence with a slight smile, a smile that, although it seemed relaxed, hid something deeper, something you knew you couldn't decipher.

“I don't know what we're doing here.” he said quietly, as if he didn't want to break the spell that had fallen between the two of you.

You looked at each other, unable to formulate a response, and in that instant, the gap between the two of you closed. Without saying another word, you turned around and began to walk, breaking that moment of tension, knowing that what you felt was not something you could control or explain. But, at the same time, you couldn't deny that a part of you didn't want that moment to end.

The courtyard no longer seemed so welcoming, and you no longer knew whether to leave, stay, or face it. But something told you that tonight, things would not be the same as before.

The night was passing slowly, silence enveloping the atmosphere. Sofia had not yet returned, and although you had tried not to think about it, there was something in you that already predicted that things would change. You did not know exactly how or why, but you felt a pressure in the air.

Hours passed while you waited for her return, but when you finally received her message, you knew that everything had fallen apart. “I will not return tonight. I have things to resolve.” The words floated before your eyes, and something inside you tightened. You knew that the situation was becoming more complicated, and at the same time, you felt a strange mix of relief and nervousness. You were left alone, not knowing what to do, with that feeling that everything you had been avoiding was finally going to happen.

You looked at Rafe, who had been silent in some corner of the house. He seemed so oblivious to what was going through your mind, but there was also something in his presence that attracted you, something you could no longer ignore.

“Sofia won’t be back tonight,” you said, trying to sound calm, but your voice was shaking a little. “I think I’ll go.”

Rafe looked at you with a slightly crooked smile, as if he had been waiting for that answer. The sparkle in his eyes, the slight glint of amusement in his expression, made you hesitate for a moment.

“Don’t you want to go out for a while?”

His invitation was like a temptation, a soft voice that made you reconsider. It was hard to resist the idea of escaping from everything, of leaving behind the tension that was building in the air, of feeling a small spark of freedom, even if it was only for a couple of hours.

You, knowing it wasn’t the right thing to do, hesitated for a moment. How wrong could it be? After all, you weren’t doing anything “serious,” you were just a couple of friends, right? The answer seemed more like an excuse than a justification, but still, something inside you pushed you to say:

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

Rafe smiled immediately, and the way his eyes sparkled made your heart beat a little faster, but you forced yourself to calm down. You didn't know if you were fooling yourself, but the night was young, and the world seemed more accessible at the moment.

The two of you walked outside, the city streets deserted and quiet under the starry sky. The moonlight illuminated everything softly, and for some reason, that silence was comforting. The escape you were looking for surrounded you, and with each step, the tension in the air faded, although you knew that, deep down, there was no escape from what was really happening between the two of you.

You didn't talk much as you walked, but the company was enough. The sound of your footsteps and their calm breathing were the only things you could hear, and yet, there was a silent burden, something you both tried to ignore, but it was there, palpable in the air. Something in their gazes, something in their closeness.

As time went on, aimlessly, they began to laugh, to chat about trivial things, as if trying not to think about the obvious would help them relax. You realized that, for a moment, everything seemed easier.

It was when the first lights of dawn began to touch the horizon, that something in the atmosphere became almost palpable, a touch, a spark. They both found themselves standing close, too close to each other, as if an invisible force attracted them in a way that neither could deny.

You could hear their breathing, ragged, almost synchronized, as if at that moment nothing else existed in the world but the two of them. They were so close that you could feel their warmth, their presence, and that small line between what was right and what was not blurred.

You felt unable to move, as if everything you had been thinking about, everything you had wanted to avoid, was about to break. The urge to reach out to him, to follow the desire that was growing between you two, was stronger than ever. But something inside you made you stop. A clear thought, a reminder of what really mattered to you.

“This is wrong, Rafe,” you said in a shaky but firm voice as you took a step back, looking out at the horizon. “We should stay friends. I don’t want to complicate things. It’s not what we need.”

Silence settled between the two of you, and he stared at you. His eyes, which had previously been bright with amusement, now held something else, something like a mix of understanding and perhaps a bit of disappointment.

“Are we friends?” he asked, almost with a sad smile, as if he wasn’t sure of the answer.

You stayed silent for a moment, searching for the answer in your own feelings. Finally, you decided to give the answer that, at that moment, seemed the most sensible.

“I guess so,” you said, a sigh escaping your lips.

Rafe nodded slowly, as if he finally understood something he had been searching for in you.

“That’s good to know,” he murmured, and for a moment, everything between you seemed to calm down.

But, you knew everything had changed. You couldn’t just go back to how things were before. Without another word, you turned around, feeling the weight of the goodbye, but unable to help it.

“I’m leaving alone,” you said, without looking back.

Rafe didn’t say anything, although hesitation could be seen in his eyes. He didn’t want to let you go, but deep down he knew he couldn’t keep insisting. For some reason, in the end, he didn't say anything, he just watched as you walked away.

You returned to your house, the cold morning air caressing your skin, and although you felt like something had changed between you and him, you also knew that, somehow, you had made the right decision. Although, deep down, you wondered if it really was.

After what happened that night with Rafe, something inside you changed. An invisible barrier rose, separating you from him and, consequently, from Sofia as well. The awkwardness that was once just a spark had now become a smoldering fire, burning inside you every time you thought about him, about how close you were, about how you almost crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed.

You decided that the best thing to do was to walk away. Guilt weighed on you like a burden you couldn't let go of, and although you wanted to pretend that everything was okay, your conscience wouldn't let you rest. You made up excuses not to see them. When Sofia invited you out, to the beach, the pool, or any other gathering, you always had something else to do.

—Sorry, I have to study.

—I can't, I feel a little bad today.

—I have to help my mom with something.

The excuses piled up, one after another, until Sofia started to notice. At first, she believed you. She was your friend, she trusted you. But after several weeks of evasions, her messages started to sound different, more insistent, almost worried.

—Are you okay? We haven't seen you lately.

—Strange that you don't want to come... we miss you.

—Are you avoiding something?

You responded evasively, trying not to raise suspicions, but you knew that Sofia wasn't stupid. However, you preferred to deal with her concern rather than face what was really tormenting you: Rafe.

He, on the other hand, seemed unchanging. There was no change in his behavior, at least not visible. He didn't seem to feel the same discomfort or guilt that haunted you. He would send you messages from time to time, casual, as if nothing had happened between you.

—Are you going to the party tonight?

—Are you okay? I haven't seen you lately.

—Sofia asked about you, I told her you're probably busy.

Sometimes you read his messages and ignored them. You didn't want to fall into that dynamic of responding, of pretending everything was normal. But other times, the temptation was stronger, and you responded, although coldly, without giving rise to anything else.

—I'm fine.

—I don't think I'm going.

—Thanks for letting me know.

Each word of yours was measured, each message carefully worded to not lead to a deeper conversation. But Rafe didn't seem affected. He didn't chase you, he didn't insist, and that made you even angrier.

How could he be so calm after all? How could he act like nothing had happened while you were drowning in guilt? What hurt you most was that, deep down, you knew that was his nature. Rafe Cameron didn't feel remorse. He never had. He was always like that: cold, calculating, and seemingly incapable of feeling guilt.

And that made you even angrier. Because how could you be angry at him for being exactly the way he always was? There was a reason he always looked down on you, there was a reason he always looked at you with that mix of arrogance and disdain. Because to him, nothing really mattered. He wasn't afraid to cross boundaries, because to Rafe, boundaries were just an abstract concept that he could ignore when it suited him.

You felt caught in a contradiction. You hated him for not feeling anything, but at the same time, a part of you envied that indifference. Because while you carried the weight of what could have happened, he kept going, as if you were just another person in his life.

There were days when you wanted to confront him, ask him directly why he didn't feel the same as you, why he didn't seem affected. But the fear of facing his indifference stopped you. Because you knew that if you did, his answer would be cold, sharp, and maybe make you feel worse.

And so, the weeks kept passing. You avoided any place where you might run into him. If you knew Sofia and Rafe were going to be at a party, you just didn’t go. If you heard his name in conversation, you walked away before they could talk about him anymore. Even on social media, you avoided looking at anything that might remind you of that night, that closeness, that moment you almost crossed paths.

But despite all your efforts, Rafe was still there, in the back of your mind. He was like a shadow you couldn’t erase, a presence that followed you, even when he wasn’t around.

One afternoon, as you were checking your phone, a new message from him popped up on your screen. You stared at it for a moment, hesitating to open it. Just seeing it made your heart beat faster, a mix of anxiety and something you didn’t want to admit.

—You’re really quiet lately. Everything okay?

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to decide whether to respond or not. You knew a part of you wanted to, wanted to keep that connection, even if it was minimal. But you also knew that every message, every interaction, only made things more complicated.

Finally, you left the message unanswered, turned off your phone, and sighed. The conflict was still there, inside you, a battle between desire and reason, between what you felt for Rafe and what you knew was right. And all the while, he was still Rafe: untouchable, indifferent, and always one step ahead.

You had built up a routine of avoidance: excuses for not going out, cold and calculated messages, avoiding meetings where you knew he would be. You had decided that the best thing for you was to keep your distance and protect both your heart and your friendship with Sofia. You didn't want to be "the other." You didn't want to be the reason everything fell apart.

But Rafe seemed to have other plans.

He kept looking for you. His messages became more frequent, his gazes more intense every time you met by chance. And when you avoided him, he found a way to close the distance, to make you feel his presence, as if he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you doubt your decisions.

One afternoon, while you were at a local café, enjoying a moment alone, you saw his figure approaching. Tall, self-assured, with that look that always seemed to carry a dangerous mix of arrogance and attraction. There was no escape this time.

“Can I sit down?” Rafe asked, even though he was already dragging the chair in front of you.

You sighed, trying to keep your composure.

“Sure, but I don’t stay long,” you replied nonchalantly.

He smiled, as if he perfectly understood the game you were playing. He knew you were trying to keep him at bay, and it seemed to amuse him more than it put him off.

“Are you hiding from me?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table and staring at you.

“No. Why would I?” you replied, avoiding his eyes as you stirred your coffee.

His gaze burned into you. It was as if he could see right through you, piercing through every one of your carefully raised defenses. You knew you shouldn’t fall for his game, but with every passing second you felt your self-control slowly crumble.

“I don’t know… I barely see you lately. Sofia notices it too.” His tone was casual, but there was something else there, a hidden insinuation.

“I’ve been busy,” you said, shrugging.

The silence stretched on, and when you finally looked up, you found him watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. There was something in his eyes, a mix of desire, frustration, and… defiance. Like he was waiting for you to be the one to break that barrier.

“You should focus on Sofia,” you murmured, diverting the conversation back to where you wanted to take it. “She’s the one who matters.”

Rafe leaned a little closer to you, closing the distance.

“What if it’s not just Sofia?” he whispered.

Your hands tightened around the cup. That line, that edge you’d both been skirting since that night, was dangerously close again. And the worst part of it all was that, even though you knew you should walk away, part of you wanted to know what would happen if you didn’t.

“We can’t, Rafe. I don’t want to be “the other.” I’m not going to ruin what I have with Sofia for… this. “Your voice was firm, but there was a barely perceptible tremor in your words.

He was silent for a moment, studying every expression on your face. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed. On the contrary, he seemed intrigued, as if your words were a challenge rather than a refusal.

“For this?” he repeated with a half smile.

“For whatever this is,” you clarified, trying to sound confident.

Rafe sighed, but didn’t move away. On the contrary, he rested a hand on the table, almost brushing yours, so close that you could feel the warmth of his skin.

“What if it’s not what you think?” he asked quietly. “What if we can handle it without ruining anything?”

You bit your lip, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overflow. You wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that he could control himself, that you could keep everything in order, but you knew that things were never that simple.

“I can’t risk it,” you said at last, pulling your hand away and breaking contact. “I don’t want to lose her. Or myself.”

Rafe nodded slowly, but his eyes were still fixed on you. There was something in his gaze that wouldn’t go away: desire mixed with stubbornness. Like this was just a chapter in a story he was determined to continue.

“Okay,” he murmured, getting up from his chair. “But you can’t walk away forever.”

You stayed silent as he left, leaving an air heavy with tension and a racing heartbeat in your chest. You knew he was right. You couldn’t walk away forever. But for now, you promised yourself that you would keep trying, because if you got close again, you knew that this time you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.

That same day, you returned home with your heart tangled in a tangle of emotions. The tension you had been avoiding was no longer something you could ignore. You felt the need to talk to someone, to find clarity in the midst of the chaos that had broken out in your mind. However, you chose to lock yourself in your room, hoping that the silence of the night would give you the answers you were looking for.

But your mother didn't let you isolate yourself for long.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly from the door, peeking in with a curious, motherly look. She had noticed your behavior in the last few days. The constant excuses, the long sighs, the nights when you seemed to be in another world.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m just tired,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you settled into bed.

She wasn’t fooled. She walked into your room, closed the door behind her, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes, full of wisdom and tenderness, looked at you with that mix of understanding and concern that only a mother could have.

“Honey, I know you too well. Something’s going on. Do you want to talk about it?”

You sighed. You knew she wasn’t going to give up, and somehow that comforted you. You took a moment before answering.

“It’s complicated, Mom. I don’t know how to explain it without it sounding… bad.” You looked down, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

She waited patiently, giving you the time you needed. When you finally raised your head, you found in her gaze an invitation to vent.

“There’s someone…” you began, choosing your words carefully. “Someone I shouldn’t be with. He’s a friend’s boyfriend, and… I don’t know how it happened, but everything is a mess now. I try to get away, but it seems like the more I try, the harder it gets. It’s like he doesn’t want to let me go.”

Your mother nodded slowly, processing each word. She didn’t interrupt you, she just let you talk.

“I know it’s wrong, and I feel guilty, but at the same time… there’s something about him that I can’t ignore. It’s like there’s something between us that shouldn’t be there, but I can’t help it either.”

Your mother looked at you with an expression that was a mix of empathy and nostalgia. “I understand more than you think,” she said with a soft smile. “I went through something similar when I was young.”

You were shocked. “You? Really?” you asked, incredulous. You had never imagined your mother in a similar situation.

She nodded, settling herself better on the bed. There was a sparkle in her eyes, as if she was remembering a fragment of her own youth.

“Yes, before I met your father, there was someone… someone who made me feel alive, who shook my world in ways I had never experienced. He was charming, ambitious, and yes, he had a lot of money.” She laughed softly. “But he wasn’t the person I was supposed to be with. It was all intense, but not always intense is the best for you.”

You looked at her curiously, as if you were seeing a side of her you had never known.

“And what happened?” you asked, intrigued.

She sighed, as if the memory took her back to those days. “In the end, I realized I couldn’t live in that whirlwind. There was a lot of fire, but not enough to build something lasting. And then your father came along. He was different. Calmer, more stable… but real. And I realized that was what I needed.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “So you had a rich boyfriend too, that you left for love?.” you joked, trying to lighten the conversation.

Your mother laughed, the warm sound filling the room. “It seems like it’s a tradition, doesn’t it?” she replied humorously. “But money isn’t everything, honey. Love is a crazy thing. Sometimes it takes you down paths you don’t expect, and other times it makes you see that what you really need is right in front of you, even if it’s not what you had imagined.”

You stayed silent, reflecting on her words. It was strange to think of your mother going through something similar, but it also made you feel less alone. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had felt that confusion, that forbidden attraction that seemed to have no way out.

“So what do I do?” you finally asked, seeking advice.

She looked at you tenderly and stroked your hair. “Do what you feel is right for you. Don’t punish yourself for feeling, but don’t lose yourself in something that could hurt you either. Sometimes walking away is the hardest thing, but also the most necessary thing.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight on your chest lighten for a moment at least. Maybe, given time, you could find your own path, one that didn’t leave you trapped between what you wanted and what was right.

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momentomori24 · 2 days ago

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[This has been sitting in my draft for a while lol]

When it comes to Curly's failings, I always see people bring up his obvious failure to protect Anya and him prioritising Jimmy, who was the rapist in that situation. Which is completely valid btw and we should rake him through the coals for that alone even more. But I also see too many people saying that Curly "didn't enable Jimmy" or playing softball for his actions. And I could maybe see where that comes from if that incident was the only thing we had to point to-- but that wasn't all he did, is it? Curly being indifferent or not taking Jimmy's mistreatment and belittlement of Anya seriously was hinted at so much earlier than that.

Namely, the very first time we play from Curly's point of view. Let's just skip the fact that Curly was putting everyone in danger by not taking his psych evals seriously and simply giving the same answers to pass them even tho he was shown literal minutes after this scene being clearly not-sane, and go straight to the point I actually wanna get into. Which is this:

These scenes in isolation wouldn't be that bad. From his pov, it's played off as comical and it is. Jimmy being a brony (not really lmao) and getting playfully dragged over it is funny. But unfortunately this is the first example out of many for Curly's complacency. Anya is complaining about Jimmy not taking his psych evals or her seriously, which is easy to believe considering how much he rags on her for "not being a good nurse" (she kept Curly alive on hopes and dreams how dare you). So he keeps making her do silly and inappropriate reports she clearly doesn't wanna do, which is kinda shitty (also borders on harassment). But rather than actually saying something about Jimmy's behaviour or even acknowledging how it sucks he says this:

Mate, that's not a good thing 💀 He's clearly aware that the problem is Jimmy's lack of respect for Anya specifically. He knows that if he, his friend and a man in power, were the one doing the evals Jimmy wouldn't try that disrespect. But it's Anya, a meek woman who ranks lower than him so he thinks he can get away with it (which he DOES), and Curly's shown as comfortable in knowing that. He doesn't chew Jimmy out for making Anya uncomfortable nor does he reassure her that he will do something about it. All he does is take it off her hands this once and helps Jimmy power through it to get a good diagnosis (even tho we know he's DEFINITELY not sane either). He doesn't even mention Anya's discomfort or confront him on his inappropriate behaviour, just teases Jimmy in good fun instead because he doesn't think of it as anything serious. It's subtle and pretty minor in comparison to everything else, but I think it's worth pointing out. Especially because this convo takes place after Jimmy had assaulted her, which makes this so much worse.

If you need any more evidence of Curly being an enabler you need not look further than Anya herself. And I'm not just talking about the way he failed her here-- I'm talking about Anya's own view of Curly and the way said view influences her actions.

Just look at her choice of wording. "What would you have done". This is in response to him saying that she could've come to him if she were feeling stressed, which she-- in his eyes-- didn't. The question itself implies that she had no faith in Curly to actually help despite his insistence that he would've, which I think is significant because it shows that she's very much aware of Curly's shortcomings when it comes to her situation AND it's one of the first (or the first time) she actually verbalised her lack of trust towards him or anyone directly. Prior to this scene she had told him about her rape and the rapist, presumably because she trusted him to handle it. And he dismissed her because the rapist was his best friend, and that evidently deeply scarred her. Enough so that she secretly took the gun and hid it someplace else and didn't even tell Curly were that was, because she knows that if Curly has access to it there's a so much greater chance Jimmy will have too, insinuated by the line "the least I can do is make sure he never gets it either". Speaking about the gun:

It sucks so bad that this perception of him isn't even inaccurate nor unjustified. That despite everything Jimmy had done to her and everything he could still do to her, he'd very likely still not allow her access to the gun for protection. Because that's exactly what he didn't do anyway. He didn't attempt to keep her safe from Jimmy, instead he just pretended that nothing was wrong and still let Jimmy's belittlement of her pass. He didn't give her the gun after the incident, because she wouldn't have hid the case if he had. Despite his desperate reassurance that he'd do anything, he did nothing but make it worse for her and she KNOWS that. It's so frustrating knowing he entrusted the axe to Swansea when he needed it but not the gun to Anya when she needed it too. Also this:

The fact that his knee-jerk reaction to her admitting that she's pregnant was "Who would you--" is so fucked, especially considering she's already told him what happened. "Who would you" what? Who would you fuck? Who would you have sex with? That choice of wording drives me up a wall-- SHE wouldn't and didn't do anything or anyone. That was JIMMY. The potential sentence implies that she had any choice or agency in her pregnancy. She didn't. And the fact that Curly had to ask "who" insinuates that he's been putting Jimmy's action out of sight and out of mind the whole time, choosing to not think about them or what happened to Anya at all. And considering he still made her do Jimmy's evaluations despite being able to do them himself and literally didn't even think of making sure she gets psych evals done too--especially AFTER getting sexually assaulted--that might actually be the case (I haven't seen anyone make a stink about that piece of info so I'm going to because what kinda colossal fuck up IS that??).

I vaguely had a post like this in mind but seeing so many people be like "well Anya did some wrong stuff too like leaving Curly alone with Jimmy but you don't get mad at HER for that so why is Curly not doing anything about Jimmy being alone with Anya so different??" actually makes me want to blow some people up. Jimmy's an abuser, sure, but Anya has no real reason to believe that he'd actually harm Curly. From her perspective, they were close, close enough that Curly would not only let Jimmy continuously disrespect her but also get away with assaulting her too. That, and she knows that Jimmy was closer to Curly than anyone and more likely to be civil around him than he ever was to her. She has barely any reasons to suspect Jimmy would harm Curly when they're alone. Curly, on the other hand, has every fucking reason on the planet to think Jimmy would harm her when they're alone. He knows he raped her (likely in her room at night too). He knows that he sexually harasses her. He knows that he doesn't respect her at all. And that was BEFORE the crash. Anya tried insisting on giving Curly his medicine, only for Jimmy to keep aggressively insisting that he'll take care of it despite her protests. Curly didn't try to keep them separate at all even though he was the Captain and had the power to do so. And this should go without saying, but leaving your rapist alone with his best friend that he was close to and enabled/protected him and leaving your friend alone with the woman he raped (and might have repeatedly assaulted given his free access to her) is NOT THE SAME and I'm going to start chucking some people down a waterfall because what the fuck is that argument 💀 Actually leave it to the fandom of the game where the rape of a woman is the catalyst for the events that unfold to use her trauma to defend the guy that enabled it in the first place. Bloody hell.

The reason why this whole Curly discourse pisses me off is because it-- from what I can see-- ONLY brings up his failures 1-0 days before the crash and the Dead Pixel scene (or all the discussion around other points are drowned out by those two). Those scenes, while important to talk about, are not the only things he's done, and focussing on those as the only things is a mistake that comes short of understanding the issue. When it comes to Curly the main defences I see for him are "he was trying not to escalate the situation" and "he was trying to keep things under control the best he can" and "he was waiting for the right time to help Anya", but those don't work when you look at the bigger picture of everything he's done.

He half-assed through his psych eval despite clearly not being sane (and KNOWING he's barely sane, he literally admits it to Jimmy's face). He still continued to task her with Jimmy's psych evals. He brushed over Jimmy's sexual harassment of her as a joke. He didn't think about making sure she got psych evals done herself after being raped. He gave Swansea the axe but didn't give Anya the gun despite it being for "unrest amongst the crew" (whatever the hell THAT means). He let her assault slip his mind that she had to remind him. He's literally a blond man. He took no action to hold Jimmy responsible for anything, and prioritised how his violation of Anya would affect him rather than her. He ignored her demands for him to get rid of Jimmy. He still allowed Jimmy free reign of the ship as co-pilot even after he was openly fantasising about killing everyone and had a major motive and the means to do just that. He was potentially thinking of making her miscarry to cover up what happened. He was so accustomed to her sucking up being disrespected and disturbed that he didn't even notice a difference in her behaviour until she hid the fucking gun. There's so much other shit he's done and hasn't done, and not talking about them or glossing over them makes it so easy for people to argue that he isn't actually an enabler or just minimise the severity of his neglect.

And while I'm already dragging Curly through the mud, I might as well just drag Swansea too. I've seen too many people being like "Anya should've told Swansea instead" and "Swansea was the one that actually took responsibility". Like, y'all realise he's not that much better than Curly, right? He already knew about what happened to Anya-- he admits it to Jimmy's face-- but he didn't do shit. He knew, but he still got completely shitfaced for months despite her earlier protestation to that (for very understandable reasons). He knew, but he still let Jimmy have the axe AND be alone with Anya while having it. He knew, but when Anya locked herself in the Medical and Daisuke and Jimmy asked for his help he didn't budge nor really showed any care. He knew, but the reason he finally decided to do something about Jimmy wasn't Anya, it was Daisuke. Her suffering and her eventual death weren't enough for him to take action either.

This game, on top of everything else, is a great depiction of rape culture. It doesn't just include the rapists, but the people (mostly men) that stay silent, do nothing, make excuses for and protect the perpetrator for whatever reason, and Swansea and Curly (Curly way more so than Swansea) are both active contributors to the environment that allowed for evil to flourish and continue unhindered until it destroyed them all. And while that arguably doesn't make them evil themselves or as bad as Jimmy, they are so much more a part of the bigger problem than the fandom likes to admit.

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#mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #curly mouthwashing #captain curly #anya mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #do not come for me curly fans i'm one of y'all i promise. kinda #if i had a nickle for every time i made a post dragging a blond man i'd have three #which isn't a lot now but that number will likely increase in the future lmao #seriously tho i'm so sick of seeing people be all “there's no evidence that he's an enabler” and “he did all he could” like screw you guys #the point of the whole story is that his inaction is what allowed for everything to happen #that his willingness to do nothing put him in a state where he can only watch the horrors without being able to do anything if he wanted to #it's about TWO captains who kept going on about taking responsibility and did anything BUT that #he's not as horrible as jimmy obviously but he doesn't need to be to do damage and be awful #you know what i very well may just be a lot meaner and uncharitable to him than i should be here #but i guess tumblr can be the judge of that. i still rest my case. now time to continue avoiding curly discourse like usual XD #normally i wouldn't care enough to make a post about the way the fandom treats him because it's nothing unique or anything #but something about this game and him being blond specifically made me unable to resist. i just can't be nice to him for that alone #pardon the typos i whipped this up in a hurry and am too lazy to go over everything right now #momento rambles

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unluckywisher · 21 hours ago

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I read your crack fic of playing with Mephisto and omg loved it i was wondering if you may do like a part two where sylus is starring at his messed up house and in order for them not to get scolded they try to make sylus join them in playing tag

I'm actually so happy to write this!! Eeeeeee <3 Mephi shenanigans always good shenanigans.

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Sylus walked in to the house being a mess. His eyes, after scanning the room, landed on you and Mephisto on the floor.

You both froze. And then- "It was him!" You pointed at the bird, just as it cawed and pointed at you with its wing. "No! Don't try to pin this on me! I just ran around, you were the one who made the mess-" You started arguing, Mephi making noises of annoyance.

"Stop." Sylus' voice made you both look up again. He sighed and put his hand over his eyes, squeezing his temples.

You both knew what was about to happen. Sylus would scold you and you'd have to clean the mess, and Mephisto would be thrown out to sleep on the living room instead of his usual perch in Sylus' room.

A quick glance between you two. That was all you needed to formulate the plan, no words. You nodded.

Just as Sylus opened his mouth to start his rant, Mephi flew right to his face, covering his eyes with his wings to distract him, while you crawled and tackled his legs, making him fall to the ground.

Before he could react or use his Evol, you stood up, grabbing your feathery accomplice, and ran. "You're it!" You chanted.

With nervous laughter, you dashed across the base, not sure where to hide. Mephisto, who was cradled in your arms but peeking over your shoulder to warn you if he was close, started cawing and wiggling around.

"Is this the game we're playing, sweetie?" You didn't dare turn around, your feet carrying you to-

The gym room. Not many places to hide, unless you could turn into a punching bag.

The door swung open, and you dove under one of the machines. Perhaps it wasn't the best cover, but it was all you had. At least you'd be able to make a run for it if he got closer and you had a clear shot towards the door.

"I can see you, you know." The machine got lifted in the air by black tendrils. "Using your Evol is cheating!" You yelled, accompanied by Mephi's squawking. He chuckled and the machine descended, away from you.

You tried to run around the boxing ring but his legs were longer, and he could catch up to you with ease.

In a desperate attempt to help you, Mephi shot into the air and dove once again to Sylus' face. He even gave you a final look as if saying 'save yourself, i'll hold him back'.

You nodded with respect and ran out of the gym, an annoyed sigh reaching your ears as Sylus grabbed Mephisto and made him disappear with a snap of his fingers.

"I just said using your Evol was cheating!" You repeated without stopping. "Since when have I played by the rules?" He laughed, getting closer.

You had to do something. But you didn't have your little friend anymore, so what were your options?

"Kraa!" A familiar sound echoed along the halls. It seemed like Mephisto had been simply sent back to its perch, but the door now closed, he couldn't get out.

You turned the corner, intending to run straight to the bedroom door. The next step of the plan could wait. Not that there was a plan in the first place. The sounds of running behind you got closer.

Your hands wrapped around the knob and turned. Just as Sylus attempted to catch you-

You both fell forward, though he used his Evol to stop you from hurting yourself. Still, you were now on the floor.

Mephisto flew to Sylus' shoulder, who had quickly stood up and taken a step back with a chuckle, looking down at you. You glared at him.

He leaned down and booped your nose. "You're it." And vanished, along with Mephisto.

"YOU CHEATER! AND MEPHISTO, YOU TRAITOR! COME BACK HERE BOTH OF YOU!!!!"

#u know when i wrote the first one we didn't even know mephi's name? crazy #love and deepspace #wisher's wishes #lads #lnds #wish from: anon #wish for: mephisto #wish for: sylus #wisher's fics

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teatitty · 1 day ago

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Bumblebee wouldn't even try defending or rationalising any of Starscream's crimes he'd just "yes he did all that yes I'm still gonna marry him my wife is a CUNT and you will respect that!"

And he'd also say "hey my conjux may be filled to the brim with red flags but at least he didn't start a generational war ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" and make everyone at the dinner table mad as hell

#transformers #starbee #I am never letting go of trans he/him woman starscream btw #not even death will make me change my opinion on that

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respectthepetty · 8 hours ago

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The Loyal Pin - Finale

I've waited two weeks for this finale, so I'm jumping straight in because I need three things out of it: a happy ending, Anin wearing pink, and Patricia apologizing to Pin, WHICH IT THE FIRST THING TO HAPPEN!

Pat, who finally gets her name back, is wearing Pink Person Pin's color and giving the best apologizing to Pin who still doesn't fully have her color back.

And now Anin's mom is pawning off the jewelry in case the girls have to go to England, and I have never appreciated fictional color-coded women more in my life.

OUR ALLY! OUR KING! OUR BEST BOY!

As much as Pin was upsetting me with that marriage business, she always shows up for her girl, and no man would EVER get on the floor and beg for mercy like this! THIS IS THE MOMENT!

One thing about Anin is she is always going to be a Blue Beauty regardless of what is happening.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! NO!!!! WE AIN'T GOING OUT LIKE THIS! PIN FINALLY GOT HER COLOR BACK AND HER AUNT/MOM/WHATEVS IS ON HER SIDE NOW! NOOOO!

Wait, a damn minute! What the hell is this all about?

What did this Blue Bitc--Beauty do? Annette, ANSWER ME?!

It's a prank?! What in the MTV's Jackass is this bullshit about?!

AND EVERYONE WAS IN ON IT?!

Anan, on God, you are the only royal I respect in this house because you have been PFLAG's Ally of the Year, and I appreciate you trying to convince your father, but what in the Sam Hill was your sister thinking?!

Pin, beat her! At least slap Annette once. She hasn't worn pink yet, and now this?! I know she is a princess, but if this was French Revolution, Annette would be on thin ice. I'm not saying kill her, but she needs to be scared the same way she keeps scaring you BY KIDNAPPING YOU!

Or give her a ring for her birthday because you love her special brand of crazy. Sure! That works too!

And the whole group is in blue for the Blue Beauty with some pops of pink. Everyone supports her special brand of crazy. Got it!

This feels like a baby shower, so it being a rich lesbian's birthday is making this so pleasurable!

Now, Pat! You just got your name back, and now I want to snatch it away again! What is this, mama? Desserts are your specialty, not decorations. Stick to your strengths, girl, cause this ain't it! AND WHY IS ANIN IN GREEN?! This green has haunted me the entire second half of the show! And now the green AND that little figurine will haunt me forever.

I know I should be happy homegirl is pregnant, but since Anan dropped the fact that he didn't get to marry who he loved, I feel bad for both of them.

They will make this work, but as Anin's mom would say, I'm being really western about this marriage of conventionality.

Alin, were you the Green Girl I was waiting for all along to take this darn color that has haunted me?!

Everyone's cute and in their colors. Alin looks more like Anin and Pin's daughter, and I love that for us.

Pat, I'm still salty toward you, but I'm glad I don't want to fight you anymore because you look so good in your color, and I hate being attracted to people who piss me off. I was never not attracted to you, but it's nice to know I actually like you again too.

Annette, just because you have incorporated more florals and dots into your outfits as a sign that you love Pin doesn't mean you are off the hook for not wearing pink, but I'm going to ignore it right now because MY BABYGIRL IS FREE!!! She can live her life as the bright and beautiful Yellow Yal she was meant to be without a man tying her down! I actually hope Aon is well too.

I don't know how Kuea's wife made the same mistake twice, but more power to that woman for giving that triflin' man two kids.

They are adorable wives, and Pin giving Anin lunch in a pink gingham checkered cloth is adorable, BUT WHERE IS YOUR PINK, ANNETTE?!

Prik, you and Pia were the real ones putting up with these lesbians over DECADES ACROSS CONTINENTS! I hope Annette taught you how to play tennis and drive, so you can run her errands in style.

SHE IS WEARING PINK! ANNETTE IS WEARING PINK! IT'S HAPPENING AND I'M SCREAMING!!!!!

Leave it up to Idol Factory to wait until the last possible minute, literally, to give me the color exchange! Congratulations, everyone got their name back this episode. Good job, Anin!

Pushing the horrible prank aside, the finale was worth the wait and the hour and half runtime. I enjoyed every single episode, and the colors were coloring until the very end (damn you, Idol Factory!), so I do hope it gets the credit it deserves for being the most each episode and doing most of it amazingly well.

Everyone got the ended they needed including our color-coded girls in love.

And I love that.

#the loyal pin #the colors mean things #color coded girls in love #finale #I loved it!#the colors were coloring the entire time #and Anin FINALLY wore pink #I did get emotional about it too #everything ended exactly how it should've for everyone

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cutekittenlady · 2 days ago

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Darn you all. I'm just trying to finish the next chapter of Reviving a Wreck and then not only do you guys drop this killer update to a killer fanart but when I check the replies its filled with people begging for fic.

So whatever guess ol' Cutekittenlady's gotta do the lords work and, at bare minimum, give us a start.

Remember you guys asked for this.

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Ratchet had seen a lot of things over the course of the war. A lot too much in fact. Even now that the war was over, the decepticons were (supposedly) disbanded, and the reconstruction of cybertron was well underway there were nights when his systems would struggle to shift into recharge.

It was being medic.

All the bots he'd treated who'd never come back online. All the berthsides he would stand at that would be emptied and just as quickly filled again. The number of difficult conversations he'd had to have with spark siblings, sworn brothers, Amica, and even conjunx over all that time had given Ratchet a crusty surface.

His time on Earth had, well, maybe not softened him, but certainly given him a long needed refresher into the softer things in the universe. Arcee had once half-jokingly said that the earthlings had only scrapped off the thing layer of rust that hid the soft spark underneath. Ratchet had bristled at that, but not exactly outright refuted it.

Even so his reputation as a medic, his relations with the humans on earth, and his long hard won experience of being the bearer of rough news resulted in him even now getting some... interesting calls.

Though the most interesting yet had to be this call from Earth's government to come and "check out" something they'd found in their arctic ice.

Ratchet had braced himself for another relic. Or a decayed weapon from the war. Some ancient alien asteroid. Or, primus forbid, another stint involving Unicron.

What he wasn't expecting was for a familiar face to be staring out from him from the ice.

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Skyfire was big.

Really big.

Frighteningly big to the small humans who had come across him.

Ratchet had scolded one or two of them before he reminded himself that it was only from personal experience that he knew what a gentle giant the ancient seeker actually was. That was why it had taken him forever to get the humans to agree to thaw him out once Ratchet had detected the traces of a spark signature in his system.

It was a long and grueling process.

Thawing him out too fast would risk causing fissures and other complications in his system, but once started they couldn't stop or else what little warmth they had start would fade away.

The only blessing in regards to all of this was that it gave Ratchet a bit of time to decide what he was going to say to the big guy once he actually woke up.

It would be too much to say the two had been friends. Colleagues was more accurate. Despite being a flight frame Skyfire had a keen mind and an almost endless thirst for knowledge. He'd fought hard to get what position he could as a scientist and remained diligent to keep said position.

He and Ratchet had rubbed elbows on the occassions when Skyfires research had required a medical mind or when a particularly difficult medical situation required a potentially innovative solution.

Ratchet eventually developed a healthy respect for Skyfire, and he had returned that respect in kind.

If Skyfires desires had been kept in checked it likely would have stayed that way.

Unfortunately they weren't.

Skyfire's desire to know more about the universe eventually proved his hubris.

Ratchet had heard, after not having seen the mech for years, that after being approved for a space expedition, Skyfire had left Cybertron only to never return. The remaining expedition had apparently returned without him. Reporting he had been lost on some far unnamed planet.

Apparently the "far unnamed planet" had been Earth and Skyfire had gotten himself frozen in one of their glaciers.

Now Skyfire was laying, mostly thawed, on a slab in front of Ratchet who was watching as his life vitals slowly came online. Even as his optics began to flicker to life, Ratchet was still having a hard time trying to come up with a comprehensive way to sum up the last, oh, four million years of Civil War.

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Skyfire handled the news rather well, Ratchet thought.

At least better than most in his position would have.

After all Skyfire was only sitting with his face buried in his hands and inaudibly weeping.

Ratchet had been at least partially prepared for a bigger mental breakdown involving a greater deal of violence. Even so he remained vigilant. A delayed reaction was always possible, One never knew.

Eventually after a few moments Skyfire raised his head.

"Wait, wait." He raised a hand gently hoping for attention.

"Yes?" Ratchet asked as gently as he could.

"Please, my conjunx..."

Ratchet sucked in air and braced himself. He could already get the general outline of where this was going.

"He was with me in the crash. Is he okay?"

Over the years of Civil War Ratchet had experienced many methods of addressing such question.

False hope. Gentle redirection. Immediate and abrupt departure.

In his experience there was really only one way for a proper disciplined medic to behave.

"I-I'm sorry." He spoke softly and as comfortingly as he could. "I-I'm sorry there was no one with you in the ice."

After all perhaps there was still some hope. Many of the unaffiliated bots had fled Cybertron at the incitement the war and subsequent death of their homeworld. It was still... possible for Skyfires conjunx to be amongst them. Even if they weren't exactly here there was still some hope.

"Oh, Primus... He's just a little seeker. He doesn't cope with the cold as well as me..."

Well so much for hope. The Seekers were pretty much gone. Even if this one had landed with Skyfire on Earth chances were high they hadn't survived.

"But he's alive! He has to be! He's the smartest bravest most brilliant mech I know. I have to contact him. He must be so worried."

Ratchet let the other finish. Allowed the silence to eek in between them. It was, in his experience, best to allow the patient or family member a moment to absorb their own feelings and collect their thoughts before properly giving the inevitable bad news.

Primus how many times had he had to deliver this bad news?

Too many to count.

A conjunx was a lifelong partner. A connection not easily formed or replaced. To lose someone so important to you on top of losing four million years of your life was not something he envied Skyfire of anyone.

Finally he could put it off no more.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this Skyfire." Ratchet closed his eyes with the weight of inevitability, not able to look at the others broken face, "But a lot has changed since you left Cybertron. The seekers are all but extinct."

"No..." The anguished cry and he once more buried his face in his hands broke Ratchet a little.

This was no hardened warrior losing someone on the battlefield or as a casuality on a mission. Skyfire was still, well, more or less a civilian. This suffering was unearned and undeserved.

Evidently whoever it was who had won Skyfires spark was clearly dear to him. Ratchet hoped they had gone quietly early on in the war and not been made into a casualty of brutal conquest, or forced into being one of Shockwaves brutal experiments, or forced to serve under under that wannabe dictator Star-

"No. Starscream." Skyfire called pitifully.

Ratchet snapped the datapad in his hand in half.

"Starscream... My little bird... My sweetspark."

Ratchet nearly hurled. The idea that anyone could call Starscream, Starscream, 'little bird' and not get mauled to death was insane. Even so he collected himself sucked in air through his nose and then said, trying to keep a straight face, "Okay."

He leaned down and looked Skyfire in the face.

"Do you want the good news? Or the bad news?

tfp autobutts gain a new recruit...

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #ratchet #skyfire #starscream #skystar #tfp skystar #tfp ratchet #tfp starscream #tfp skyfire #tfp jetfire #jetfire #fanfic #kinda #enjoy

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kamyru · 13 hours ago

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Attack on Titan characters as doctors from different medical fields (Headcanons)

Author's note: Some lore about me - I'm a 5th year med student and went on a few international exchanges. However, don't take everything in here too serious. It's just to make fun of the stereotypes.

Levi Ackerman = Emergency medicine

You know the type of emergency medicine that the other doctors are complaining about because it's not efficient at all and tries to get rid of the responsibility as fast as possible? Forget it, it's not about Levi.

He looks like he will yell at you if you go to the emergency at 3 in the morning because you ate an expired pastry three days ago. But, in reality, he will tell everyone that no person wants to go at 3 AM to a hospital for their own pleasure. With very rare exceptions.

And regarding this exceptions, he has no tolerance with them.

If anyone has a problem with a rowdy patient, they'll call Levi to intimidate them.

He is also the one to help the nurses when a patient is getting aggressive.

And Levi also respects the entire personnel and is the mediator in the team when the chief doctor is not getting along with the chief nurse.

When the nurses are full with taking analysis and everything, he can do it himself without three free trials of poking the patient's vein.

He is prepared for all type of emergencies and even more. Urban, mountains, catastrophes, war. EVERYTHING, you name it.

If the shift is calm, Levi is willing to listen to the old patients stories. And everyone is in awe how calm he can be with that one-hundred-year-old grandpa who doesn't know what silence it.

And his personal life? There are thousands of rumors regarding him sleeping with the nurses, students, and whoever else, but none of them are true. He is just a workaholic.

Mikasa Ackerman = Urology

Your local #womeninmenfields

Can't pee? Ask Mikasa. Need a kidney extraction? Ask Mikasa. Have an emergency? Ask Mikasa.

Hates emergency doctors because they say that more than half of the abdominal pains, and most of the flank pains are from urological diseases. And they would have been right, if they made an ultrasound or some blood analysis first.

Though, she respects Levi because he knows that a patient with no kidney on the right flank won't accuse kidney pain there. (True case from my urology practice, where the professor was called in the emergency to diagnose a kidney stone in a patient that was born without a kidney on that part.)

When men find out that she is an urologist, they either run away, or try to impress her. She is not impressed. She doesn't care. She has seen enough.

Has some beef with the cardiologists that want every single patient to have a Foley catheter. Tries to educate them regarding the risks of infections. Has to be stopped by others from punching them after they don't understand.

Is sick of answering why she chose urology and not ob-gyn.

Doesn't laugh at Eren's jokes about her being a "cock doctor".

Eren Jaeger = Psychiatry

He once asked himself if it is nature or nurture and boom!, he woke up in the psychiatric ward as a doctor.

Probably at some point even worked in a prison, but gave up after a few years because it was too much.

Armin tries to teach him to read and ECG every half a year, and two weeks after the lessons, he forgets it.

However, he knows how to read and EEG, after hanging out with the neurologists too much time.

One of the few to laugh at Hange's jokes, because he has seen just as bad.

Is not often accused of malpractice, but often thinks about what can be called malpractice regarding his profession. And has some guilt because of this.

Is the type of doctor to tell others that if a person has hallucinations, it doesn't mean they can make fun of them or disconsider them.

Loves interacting with his patients way more than with their families.

One of the few to understand what a clinical pharmacologist is for. Moreover, he even works with them.

Can't watch movies or TV series in which a character is said to have a mental disease, because most of the times it's portrayed outrageous.

Armin Arlert = Immunology

When he talks, everything makes sense. But if you are not attentive for more than one minute, it will start to sound like an alien language.

Tells everyone he is doing what he is doing for his patients, but secretly dreams about winning a Nobel Prize. Thus, he starts all his first lessons at university with: "Immunology is the medical field with the most Nobel Prizes in the past years."

Is sick of explaining what is the difference between an autoinflammatory and an autoimmune disease. But he will. Even if he is asleep, he will explain it.

Friends with everyone, but everyone uses him as their daily paragraph guy regarding the news in the medical field.

Probably learned a few foreign languages to get access to more studies.

Thinks that immunology is very important, but will pass his students even if they are not the brightest because he knows how hard it is.

Probably got a barely passable grade during his immunology exam in med school too. But it made him fall in love with the subject even more. Also, it was the highest out of his entire class.

His CV is probably as big as a 200k enemies to lovers fanfic, if he puts all the studies he took part in.

His students love him because he is one of the few to actually try to integrate them in the research field.

Knows how to read an ECG because he thinks it's an important skill to call himself a doctor.

Jean Kirschtein = Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery

Of course, of course Jean is a plastic surgeon.

Plastic surgery is one of the few surgery fields that are popular among students.

Money, comfy life, money, probably a little bit more free time than other surgeons, money. And did I say money?

But you can't imagine the shock Jean had when he understood that plastic surgery has one of the highest risks of malpractice.

So, he sulked a little. But only till he understood how much he loved reconstructive surgery.

It's not tickling his ego so much, but it's still the same field.

All of us know that he is actually kinda soft inside. So, he has to be more of a reconstructive surgeons than a plastic surgeons.

He loves to make people better in their own skin and he will do everything possible for this.

But damn, he has an entire pack of super sad stories about how people ended up needing a reconstructive surgery.

After a few years in the field, he stopped being as happy and optimistic he was in the beginning, but he definitely is as enthusiastic. By the end of the day, he has a goal now, doesn't he?

Everyone thought he will retire pretty fast, or at least stop operating. But he found himself and would do it for as long as he can.

Hange Zoe = Forensic medicine

They didn't choose forensic medicine because it doesn't interact with people. They chose it because they genuinely loved it.

All the dark jokes that you ever thought about? They made it during their first years of residency. Now, their humor is not for the weak.

Likes to know what others can't see. Will explain to you how to understand if someone was killed or not.

It's impossible to make them gag now with any type of gore conversations.

Are you a true-crime lover? They are the true-crime. The amount of investigations they partook into is impressive.

They are also a professor and from time to time, the students complain about their humor.

Probably lost any type of belief in something bigger after seeing that dark of things. Or, if they still believe, they are not afraid of anything.

From time to time, fall into an apathetic state. Expectable. It's hard to make your rounds in the forensic department. Working there day to day is more than impressive and respectable.

Erwin Smith = Neurosurgery

"I want to become a neurosurgeon to understand how people work," he said and acquired a god complex.

Okay, I'm joking. Or not?

He is probably the work-husband of half of the psychiatrists because they hang out a lot, to discuss about how brain works. But he will never admit it, because he tell everyone he is all the time in the operating room.

Out of everyone, he is the closest to get a Nobel Prize, except the immunologists. But they don't really interact with each other, so he has never heard about them.

When he is not operating or hanging out with the psychiatrist, he is at international conferences.

And Erwin is also the type of the professor to keep his students over the lesson time, after half of them are already asleep because they don't understand a thing that he is teaching. Even if he tries his best.

No one knows it and it's a secret, but he actually visits the patients from the neurology. Especially the ones with degenerative diseases. He nearly cries every time, but he needs a reminder to know what he is working for.

He will, he definitely will, find all the secrets that the brain has. And will help everyone to stop their suffering.

Sasha Braus = Orthopedics

She's your local ortho-bro.

Another #womeninmenfields

Are you hungry and forgot to bring your lunch? Go to orthopedics, they, and more exactly, Sasha, will definitely have some snack for you.

Are you a sad med student that want to cry? It's okay, your local ortho-bro, or more exactly, ortho-sis will hug you in her big, buff hands, and check your scoliosis in the meantime.

She has beef only with neurosurgeons. But she is also one of the few doctors to get along with them. They fight from time to time during the back surgeries, but they know how to work together.

Also, don't make her mad. She can legally use hammers, saws, and a lot of not-very-medical-looking tools.

When she is not looking like a barbarian in the operation room, she eats while looking at the screen, trying to understand if the kid has a fracture or not in their growth plate.

Most probably doesn't know how to read an ECG, but knows how to transfer a menisci from a dead person to living person, and to make your grandparents walk again. So, isn't it just fantastic?

Keith Sadies = Clinical pharmacology

This guy is smart as hell.

And of course, he is also a professor. But you know what kind of professor? The one that everyone in the university knows about and gives you the wake-up call that you are in a med school.

He tells you to study 14 h a day and sleep max 7 h (real thing my pharmacology professor told us).

Only the toughest students passed his lesson from the first try.

But we are talking about him as a doctor, more than a professor. So, how is he as a doctor?

Actually, no one knows. People has seen him every now and then at the emergency department, or at the psychiatric ward. But no one knows what he actually does.

Fun fact, everyone wants to write their thesis with him, because he is so serious and will definitely help the students.

Makes jokes about what a double-blind study is. And they change regarding who is the listener: two surgeons reading an ECG, one dermatologist and one radiologist reading an ECG, two psychiatrists reading and ECG.

But does he know how to read and ECG? Probably, yes. He has to give medications for arrhythmia.

Also, this guy has the memory of an elephant. Even after years, he remembers his students and now that they are adults, he is not as scary as he used to be.

But still, no one has any idea what he does as a doctor.

Pieck Finger = Oral & maxillofacial surgery

It's not as if I met any O&MF surgeons yet, however...

Dentists and medical doctors are always fighting. But she, she is both of them.

She is one in a million. Only a few students a year choose this path because they need dual degree. So now, you understand what kind of tough pokemon is Pieck.

Most of the people don't even know she exists, but trust me, it's not as if she doesn't have patients.

Cancer, traumas, esthetics, say it and she knows how to treat it.

Pieck also probably dyes her hair every two weeks, because there's no way her hair didn't go half gray yet after she studied so much.

She is also the one with the best roasts regarding both parts of her degree. Are you a medical doctor? She knows how to press on your buttons to annoy you. Are you a dentist? She is ready to make fun of you not being enough of a doctor. What are you going to tell her, to go study more? She already did.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #jean kirschtien #hange zoe #reiner braun #erwin smith #sasha braus #keith sadies #armin arlert #pieck finger

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alexas-fandom-and-random-blog · 2 days ago

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More thoughts about Striker and Bitzo parallels and oppression:

For starters I saw the "Bombproof Vet after trial" scribble later cause others pointed in out

and holy shit it legit got me in the feels! So sweet!🥺 I'm so happy they show he loves his horse! I would go absolutely feral if they tried to give him the complete Stella treatment and make him irredeemable in every way. That would be so cartoonishly evil! Not to mention boring.😒

Anyways I get prompted to rant a bit cause I had to roll my eyes in some fandom takes I saw going "See! See! He sides with royals! He's a fake bitch and everything he said about Stolas was hypocritical"

Which some are in good fun🤭 but I'd like take it as serious character study for a moment and say ...honey no. Not like that.

Striker can totally be hypocritical about his stance with class issues without devalueing his beef against royals.

He's an opportunist in core while taking pleasure by being nasty to his enemies and no shit his priorities would be in self-preservation.

He's not villainous just for shits and giggles though. It has to do about survival too. Being frustrated with unfair treatment doesn't make you a fighter for justice and a class hero and I have no clue why the fandom wanted to make that comparison so badly!

I like Striker's character that way I hope it remains as such and gets explored further 🙏 Makes him such an interesting foil to the narrative and to Blitzo.

And honestly speaking of, it's true that Blitzo's speech was better suited there for him at the moment to put his foot down while his life was in danger and stick to his stance and even his half cooked morals about lower class demons.

Which they are worthy of respect to have developed at this point, considering how selfish he himself has been in the past and how little access he's had to education, opportunities and society as a whole limiting his view of how everything really functions.

Still it's not like he started his company with noble intentions to save impkind. He wanted to rise above his limitations sure and was also frustrated by his status as in imp but growing into a spokesperson for them at the moment also happened to align with his own self preservation. He wasn't rallying anyone for an uprising or anything even if it is a naturally progressed spark in that direction and acceptance of that role might come later.

In the end the difference of between Striker's and Blitzo's approach is that Blitzo came to care about other people and be willing to be sacrificed for them while Striker is trying to uplift himself fist and foremost by any means necessary.

And that is good writing for character development! Even if the writing in general often fumbles and messes these core points by making some out of place jokes in between emotional moments making you question if the care Blitzo claims to have for his found family is legit.

But that's like a personal issue I have with the joke structure being hit and miss imo. Humor is subjective and the lot.🤷

That's all.

#helluva boss #meta #helluva boss critical #alexia posts #helluva boss striker #helluva boss Blitzo

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merchantziro · 1 day ago

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Hey thanks, I'm just really passionate about writing as someone who's written his fair share of fanfics.

Truth be told at this point though, I'm just electing to ignore him. We've had a few backs and forth on our beliefs regarding fanfiction for a few posts by this point. Backs and forth, that if I didn't finally back off after seeing the futility of it, could have probably gone on until the heat death of the universe.

But when you watch him derail a post about Fright Knight being an Al Ghul and passing the title and sword down to Damian for Ghost King Danny, with him arguing it should have Scarecrow because he's the fear guy and even escalating a suggestion of Scarecrow stealing it from Damian to saying he should kill Damian with it with no way of resurrecting him...

Yeah... I kinda finally realized the kind of person I was dealing with. The kind that will never be satisfied and it's easier to ignore them.

Though weirdly enough, to give Jedi even an ounce of credit at all instead of spending a post trashing on the guy, those discussions were a bit eye opening as they led to me finally finding the words to figure out what I value in fanfiction.

For example, the above points in my prior reblog regarding powerscaling in the context of writing a story and why it is so incredibly important.

Truth be told, I also kinda enjoyed the debate a fair bit because it's an interesting perspective and I kinda understand the general idea of WHERE he's coming from regarding his stance on DC Fics and how they "fuck up" on writing the DC Characters.

I believe it's mainly due to a combination of his age (he is not shy about admitting to the fact he was one of the people who had called in on the Jason Todd Vote to kill or save Jason back in 1988 during A Death in the Family which was 36 years ago as of the time of writing in 2024) and the fact his arguments seems to come from a place of love for the DC Comics he's grown up with that he at least wants people to, in his eyes, respect the source material. At least that's my understanding.

I also understand my perspective will always be very different as someone born around the turn of the millennium in the early 2000s, we both clearly grew up with different DC Media (for me I mainly consumed DC through TV Shows and Video Games such as the 2003 Teen Titans cartoon and the Lego Batman games)

Either way, I believe he is entitled to that opinion just as much as I am entitled to my own, even if he does often try to get those opinions across in the most aggravating and asshole-ish ways possible and I still don't agree with his points in general as I've made clear in my past reblogs.

Overall in short, I'm annoyed by his bullshit as much as everyone else, but I also believe despite how much he's made me think that he's not worth arguing with anymore regardless.

I love how Danny is the DPxDC fandom's (at this point is its own fandom) personal Barbie

He's the ghost king, he's a mechanic, he's a runaway, he's an ancient, he's an engineer, he's a barista, he's a regular guy, he's an eldritch being, he has trauma beyond comparison, he has no trauma at all, he's a child, he's a teenager, he's in his 40's, he's gay, he's straight, he's bisexual, he's whatever suits the character he's being shipped with, he's Damian's twin, he's a clone, he's Dani's dad, he's Dani's brother, he's both at the same time

He's truly made of play dough

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp

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atoriv-art · 2 days ago

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What are your thoughts on Sasuke x Gaara

beautiful showstopping saved my life we love you sasugaa <333

ok to actually answer: i think they have a very compelling dynamic! i really really like their chunin exams era with gaara being weirdly obsessed with sasuke because they're both "damaged" to put it in some way!

i wish we got to see sasuke's opinion about it a little more, especially since it comes at a time where he's starting to come around to the idea of using his power to protect and not just kill itachi, but this "i relate to your pain and i need to make sure my pain (and to gaara, therefore my power) is still bigger and more powerful" dynamic is soooo fun to me as an introduction point between them! i find it a lot more compelling than what it got interrupted by 😅

i understand the value of having gaara see someone who is Literally just like him (ie also a jinchuriki), but imo having him deal with someone who he perceives as Emotionally just like him (ie traumatized, angry and lonely) was already excellent...

also!!!!!!!!!! i'm not a fan of how sasuke is characterized in the five kage summit in general (or rather how he's demonized by the framing of it all. i love a good public meltdown. his evil laugh lives in my brain) BUT i looooooooove the scene with gaara confronting him i was NOT expecting it when i was watching it the first time and it was like an angel smiled down upon me.

and and and (guy who gets to bring up the naruto games again) they do a fun reversal of their original dynamic there it in the ninja storm games, with sasuke being the one to flaunt his pain and power against gaara

LIKE SORRY I JUST THINK IT'S FUNNN!!!! they have a lot in common and deal with it similarly but when gaara's at his lowest sasuke's starting to get better, and that gets flipped later on: when gaara's figured himself out it's sasuke who's completely spiraling... hehehehe!

ok ill put the rest in a read-more. jesus

i get why the pairing isn't very popular (sasuke has like, two of the biggest pairings soaking up all of the fandom attention span alkdsmak) but i cannot standddd the weird consensus that they don't like each other 😭 gaara showed in that scene that he does still hold some amount of respect and empathy for sasuke, enough to offer him a helping hand when he was at his lowest, and sasuke himself was engaging in the conversation much as he disagreed with gaara... it's gaara who starts the fighting back up, not sasuke!

imo gaara's words to naruto later on that get twisted into a "girl dump him" speech (😒.) are obviously meant to serve as a warning to manage expectations, because he Knows his friend is still not going to give up on sasuke and might not even particularly want him to, but he's speaking from the kage angle as opposed to what he personally would want

gaara CRIED for sasuke and stopped the fighting specifically to talk to him for fuck's sake he doesn't HATE him, his siblings have to convince him to give up on trying to talk to him and there's a distinction made of what should be done as a kage. and while i have a thousand things to say about how i don't love how the manga handles its kage characters wrt framing them as Generally Good, i do think it's notable that it's this that makes him give it up

"personal feelings" meaning, his siblings can recognize that gaara doesn't fucking want to fight him and would really prefer to talk this out. I think about this a lot sorry KSMDKSMDK so much of the consensus is that gaara, specifically, can't stand sasuke and for WHAT.

and as a sidebar i think their insistence on calling e/o by their full names/titles ("Uchiha Sasuke" / "Gaara Of The Sand") is so fucking funny.

i know what you are. also:

sasuke engaging in battle banter. OPEN YOUR EYES

ANYWAY!

i actually think that of my "quirky" pairings (the sasugaaneji triad that is.) it's the one with the most canon basis and it's not even close. however it's also the one that i notice people engaging the least with ASKJDNSAKD which is obviously fine it's just a little funny to me

#Yayyyy a yapping prompt <3 thank u anon #asks #i have spared youfrom their similarities wrt their families. but know that i could also go off about that #kind caretaker who turned out to be a monster (yashamaru-itachi). etc. the crowd goes wild at the yashamaru mention.#also gaara shielded sasuke from an attack from the raikage <3 i didnt put it in the main post bc it was also to protect-#the raikage from amaterasu but IM JUST SAYING...#anyway I LIKE THEM A LOT STOP PITTING THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER. GRRRRRRRRRRR #sasugaa

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latibulater · 2 days ago

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im not going to spend too much time after this one post

Treister as this character-figure on the same story level as Jonas Venture. Jonas to Rusty to the twins, Treister to Hunter to Brock. this episode implies a rich history where I'm left thinking that Hunter's insecurities around inner turmoil stemmed from Treister ("Hans Brinker's thumb was stuck in a dike" "Son, whatever depravity you get up to on your own time is between you and your living god") which of course bled down to Brock, who must have tried to block out the fact that his mentor and person he respects most is constantly belittled and degraded as being foolish and girlish ("Wayland Flowers called, he wants his Madame back") because Hunter's entire character, of course, is introduced as a transphobic gag. Hunter can't escape from being a man who wants to be a woman no matter how hard Hunter begs the narrative ("I miss my breasts! Inside of me, there is a woman screaming to be heard."), the very next episode Hunter meets with Treister and is immediately shoved into the role of successor, replacement, and son. Over and over, Treister calls Hunter son, makes regular remarks into homophobic comments, and "Took guts to bust out the nest and go off on your own, son. Took balls to cut off your balls. Even without 'em, you got more true grit man-moxie on tap than any of these "yes" men and bureaucrats been runnin' the place."

Similarly to Rusty, in this regard at least, Hunter was created for a singular purpose and trying to make a new way inevitably results in Hunter right back where he started. Honestly, in the same way I imagine Jonas constantly belittling Rusty over any perceived weakness, I can easily picture a young Hunter being put through hell by superior officer Treister, for the good of god and country and the secret president. And additionally, just like how Rusty says no matter how bad a father Jonas was, he still loved him and misses him and wouldn't be who he is today with Jonas and so he can't imagine ever actually going against his father, Hunter clearly is panicking when he thinks Treister is self-euthanizing.

Even after Hunter lets go of the wheel the first time and Treister yells "What the hell are you doing?! Do not let go of that wheel, boy! There are 2,000 souls on board!", Hunter inevitably lets go AGAIN because he can't bear to hold on while someone he must've cared greatly for climbs into a shuttle-capsule. "Do not kill yourself, you crazy bastard!" "Ain't killin' myself, son." And AGAIN with the BOY. the SON.

And like, Hunter was an open joke for believing in the GCI in the 80s, so why was so many resources, a private office with an escape hatch outside, and a personal hulking assistant given? I can only believe b/c at the time Hunter was still Treister's favorite, still Treister's spy kid and most likely prepped to be his successor, despite the weird results. Then Hunter fucks up with Billy and Phantom Limb and gets sent out of country and is separated from Brock. To me, that reads as Treister getting irritated his "son" is playing dress-up on stake-outs and is getting distracted running around on wild goose chases, and it's time to find Hunter a nice, new assignment away from the only person in the entire OSI to provide back-up and believe in Hunter full-heartedly. Sending Hunter to Guam is Treister's version of sending his unruly "son" to military school, never mind the fact they're all in the military anyways.

Parent belittles non-conforming child, child grows into a bitter angry adult, becomes a parent and slowly has to Detangle and work through their past, even getting dragged back in after believing escape was possible, and now trying to do a tiny bit better by their own children. Not TOO much easier of course, cant get rid of that "walked to school uphill through snow both ways" attitude instilled. i think a main difference is that in the end Hunter was verbally loved by Treister and handed the OSI as a sign of trust, whilst Jonas spent zero screen time ever complimenting or being loving towards Rusty. So this leads to an unequal balance between Hunter and Rusty where Hunter can mind-control and take advantage of Rusty whereas Jonas and Treister were on more even-footing IMO.

Moreso, in "Any Which Way But Zeus", when everyone is passing out and checked out, Hunter is the only one still trying to come up with a reasonable plan but Treister completely interrupts and dismisses the plan out of hand. AND

AND Hunter is the only one given a 'female' code name "Kelly Clarkson", opposed to all other code names "Kenan and Kel" "Matthew Perry" "Orville Redenbacher", EXEPT of course "Topanga Lawrence" (she was an actress). Who was the only other person at the table Treister called a girl/disrespected (from a military masculinity complex)? BROCK. Hunter's protege. Previously, Treister had given a lot of respect to Brock even as a commander to an insubordinate...subordinate. "Still breathing, General Treister, sir.

No thanks to you." "Aw, you're lookin' fine, son." and the following: "Son, I believe your mind has gone AWOL. I shoulda seen this comin'.

Your work's been gettin' sloppy across the board, boy.........Why don't you come back with us so we can find you a nice, new assignment? Maybe somethin' a little easier on the ol' noggin'?"

Then the next interaction they have is Treister realizing Brock not only left the OSI but joined SPHINX with Hunter. That is all to explain why I feel like Treister is directly disrespecting them best he can while avoiding making things personal in front of power players in the villainous community. It's this whole power play exchange that reminds me of a family feud happening in front of company where the father is holding on by the skin of his teeth to not slap his kids.

Moving beyond that, Brock's own issues with masculinity are never brought up by Hunter. He gets the length of his hair mocked by others, is told constantly he's over-compensating, and is emasculated over his role within the Venture family. Never by Hunter, far as I can recall. And personally, I think Hunter nicknaming "boychick" is much softer and more affectionate than "boy" and "son" even because it's a very possessive word.

UMMMM to wrap up this post b/c idrk where I'm going anymore, I feel like Treister was a lot more influential to the background of the show than is obvious upon first viewing because he actually has been around so long and most likely has a very deep complicated relationship with Hunter that appears as Hunter unable to escape expectations of being a good soldier/son which reflects Jonas' relationship with Rusty as Rusty is unable to escape his father's infantilization of Rusty's capability and society's pre-determined expectation of him failing.

GIVE HUNTER A RX FOR ESTRADIOL SEASON 8!!!!!!!!

#hunter gathers #vbros #venture bros #brock samson #general treister #although i doubt anyone checks that tag LMAO #i tried my best to avoid he/him pronouns for hunter but i think a few slipped through #latibulater

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gothicallybright · 1 day ago

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FAVORITE PLAYER ★

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chappell is the star player of your school's basketball team. you hate her deeply because of her self-centered attitude. and that's exactly why she likes you. soon, she becomes your favorite player. enemies to lovers, in other words.

w: masturbation, public intimacy (all in all, smut)

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

insanely proud at this since this was a requested scenario. i had so much fun writing this it's unreal. also, chappell is tall in this bcs her short ass is NOT drilling basketball. oh, and one more thing. some of you people really don't know how to read so i'm going to say it once again. men, boys whatever, stay the fuck away from my page. 𓆩♡𓆪

The gymnasium is packed with students cheering on the home team. Chappell, number 26, is leading the court, shooting three-pointers and scoring points. On the sidelines, you, the media manager, is hurriedly following all the other players with your camera, trying to take the perfect shot for the school's blog.

The game continues, the score close, and the tension in the gymnasium is palpable. The fans are on the edge of their seats, cheering every basket. Both of the teams are giving their all for this game, after all it's a qualifying round. Your camera was pressed to your face the whole time, so much that you didn't even notice Chappell stumbling towards you backwards after landing wrong on her feet following an attempt to score. She collided with you so hard you nearly dropped your precious camera.

''Hey!'' You shout, your voice boiling with anger. You paid money for this camera!

In response to your shout, Chappell holds up her middle finger at you, a cocky grin on her face. Your fist clenches with anger. You hate that arrogant bitch! She's the star player of the team, and she definitely knows it. Her arrogant demeanor and constant gloating about her basketball skills had driven you insane. You couldn't stand how Chappell would constantly flaunt her skills on the court, taunting her opponents and strutting around like she owned this stupid place. The tensions between you two keeps increasing as time passes on. You hate her, and she knows that.

The game was paused for halftime, and the players retreated to their respective benches. You took the opportunity to review the photos you had taken of the game. As you scrolled through the images on the camera, you couldn't help but notice that most of them featured Chappell. Whether it was her making a shot or celebrating after scoring a basket, Chappell was the center of most of your shots. Seriously? Ugh! How did she manage to get into all of your shots!? The photos captured Chappell's attire vividly. She was wearing her team jersey, number 26 prominently displayed on her back. The jersey was fitted, emphasizing her toned arms and muscular build. Her shorts were the team's standard red, and they fell just above her knees, showing off her muscular legs.

Oh, and of course! How could you forget! She wasn't even wearing a ponytail or anything like that! Apparently, she's ''too good'' to follow the rules, in her own words. Her reddish hair was tousled and wild, some of the strands were sticking to her forehead, evidence of the intense game she was playing.

You continued to scroll through the pictures, and one of the pictures caught your eye. The picture captured Chappell in a moment of triumph, holding the ball high above her head after scoring a basket. The shot was perfect, framing her muscular arm, which was taut and flexed due to the motion of the throw.

As you looked at the picture, you couldn't help but notice how powerful and athletic Chappell looked. The veins in her arm were prominent, evidence of her intense workout routine. You found yourself staring at the photo for several seconds, admiring the sheer strength that Chappell exuded.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, realizing that you had been staring at the photo for far too long. "What am I doing?" You muttered to yourself as you put the camera down on the table. You knew if Chappell had caught you staring at the photo, you would never hear the end of it. Chappell was infamous for her arrogance and tendency to boast. She would definitely tease you endlessly if she knew you had been admiring her physique.

The sound of the referee's whistle pierced through the air, signaling that the break was over, and the game was resuming. The players immediately snapped back into action, heading back onto the court. You quickly stood up and grabbed your camera, your thoughts still lingering on the picture of Chappell's muscular arm. You shook your head, trying to dislodge the image from your mind before refocusing on filming the game.

The game was reaching its climax, and the tension in the gymnasium was wild. The score was even, and all eyes were on Chappell as she held the ball in her hands. If she made this last shot, her team would win the game. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see if she would make the shot or miss it and lose the game for her team. You gripped your camera, your fingers trembling as you focused the lens on Chappell, trying to capture every moment of the crucial play. Chappell dribbled the ball, her eyes scanning the court, searching for an opening. She was known for her quick decision-making and sharp instincts on the court.

The clock was ticking down, and the opposing team was closing in on her. You, surprisingly, held your breath, your camera pointed at Chappell, ready to capture the moment of truth. Suddenly, Chappell made her move, darting past the defenders and launching the ball towards the hoop.

The ball hit the net with a satisfying swish, and the whole gymnasium erupted in a roar of applause and cheers. Chappell's teammates rushed onto the court, congratulating her and ruffling her hair in celebration. The fans in the bleachers rose to their feet, clapping and stomping their feet, the excitement and tension of the game being released in a wave of applause. You found yourself also clapping, it was your school's team after all, and you couldn't lie to yourself that Chappell was the real reason the team won.

The opposing team was visibly dejected as they slowly made their way to their bench. They knew they had given their all during the game, but in the end, Chappell's shot had proven to be the game-winning play. Their faces were a mix of disappointment and exhaustion, their uniforms stained with sweat from the intense game. A few of them had tears in their eyes, their hearts heavy with the crushing loss.

As Chappell made her way back to her bench, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to taunt the opposing team.

She walked past them with a swagger in her step and shouted, ''Maybe you shouldn’t have let me score that last shot, huh?'' You watched from your table, rolling your eyes at her behavior again. The other team's captain, clearly frustrated and riled up by Chappell's taunting, shot to her feet in a defiant manner. She clenched her fists and took a few steps towards Chappell, her eyes blazing with anger.

''Shut the fuck up already!'' she growled, her voice filled with annoyance. Chappell's smirk widened as she turned to face the opposing team's captain. She stood tall, her arms crossed and her expression condescending.

''Aw, did I hit a nerve? Can't handle a little bit of friendly banter, captain?'' Chappell drawled, her voice dripping with insolence.

The opposing team's captain was held back by her teammates, preventing her from launching herself at Chappell and landing a punch. Chappell watched with a smirk, knowing full well that she was the school's favorite now.

''Oh, come on! Can't even take a harmless jab?'' Chappell teased, her confidence and arrogance on full display.

''Fuck you… FUCK YOU CHAPPELL ROAN!'' The teammates held back the captain, escorting her out of the gymnasium as she kept shouting at Chappell.

Chappell looked around in pride, her gaze landed on you. You were holding your camera, the lens pointed directly towards her. A wide grin spread across Chappell's face as she realized that you might have captured the entire interaction between her and the opposing team's captain. She jogged towards you, a smile plastered on her face.

"Hey! Did you get that on camera?'' She asked, her voice full of confidence. You looked up at Chappell and nodded. "Yeah, I got it," you replied, voice steady despite the closeness of Chappell. "The whole thing." Chappell's smirk widened into a cocky grin as she heard your response. She leaned a little closer to you, her eyes fixed on the camera.

"Can I see it?" she asked, her voice laced with a touch of demand. For some reason you agreed. You seemed to have forgotten that you hate her with your whole body and soul. ''Yeah, sure.'' You nodded and Chappell leaned in, bending down to reach the level of your camera, her head almost resting on your shoulder as you flipped through the photos, searching for the one she wanted to see. You frantically flipped through the photos, trying to find the shot you took earlier. You could literally feel her confidence went over the roof as she saw how many photos you took of her. You tried to remain focused on finding the picture, but Chappell's closeness to you flustered you. It seemed like every time you flipped a picture and it was a picture of her, she would lean closer into you.

You finally found the picture. The shot perfectly captured her flexing her arm, veins prominent, with the opposing team’s captain lunging towards her. Chappell let out a low whistle as she looked at the photo. ''Damn, that’s a good shot. I look badass. Could you post that on the blog?'' You paused for a moment, considering the request. It wasn’t your part of the job but the principal's to choose which picture you would post, however Chappell’s charm made it difficult to say no. ''Sure… I guess I could.'' You replied, setting the camera down on the nearby table.

Chappell’s face lit up with satisfaction, her ego inflated further. ''Great! Thanks a lot. You’ll make sure to tag me, right?'' She winked at you after the last sentence and went to reunite with her team who was still celebrating on the benches. You found yourself blushing after the unexpected gesture, taking your camera with you and leaving the gymnasium.

You talked with the principal and he gave you a green light for the pictures and you were set to go home and make the post on the school's blog page. You drove home, your mind filled with thoughts about the game and the photos you had taken. As you pulled into the driveway, you couldn’t shake off the image of Chappell’s smug grin as she had leaned in to look at the photos on your camera. It was a side of Chappell you had witnessed countless times, but today it seemed different. Sure, she was annoying, but there was a new feeling that found its way towards you. You didn't know what it was exactly, that feeling, but you liked it.

You liked it so much that you locked your bedroom door and slid off your pajama pants. Spreading your legs on your bed, your hand ran up your inner thigh. You felt yourself getting wet already. You closed your eyes and pictured none other than Chappell, remembering her pretty face. You imagined her walking up to you and pulling you close, her strong arms wrapping around you as she looked into your eyes with desire. Her hands would caress your back, slowly moving down to your bottom. You could almost feel the heat of her touch on your skin. You began touching yourself more insistently as you pictured her kissing you passionately, her tongue caressing yours and her hands roaming your body.

You imagined her unbuttoning her shirt as she lowered you to your bed, her body pinning you down as she kissed a trail down your neck to your heaving chest. Even though you hate her with a burning passion, you want her so bad. She was everything you ever imagined in someone. You quickened your pace, moaning softly. You thought about Chappell, you two lying in bed together, tangled up in each other's arms as she kissed you with intense desire. You could feel her breath on your skin, her soft hair brushing your face. You pictured her hands caressing your stomach and hips, driving you over the edge. Your fingers worked fast as you climaxed, trembling with ecstasy. You let out a sigh of relief, your arms falling flat to your sides.

You don't remember falling asleep, but you remember waking up without your pajama pants. You were grateful your mother didn't enter the room to wake you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and slowly got up, putting your pants back on and going into the bathroom to do your usual morning routine. After you finished, you posted the photos to the school's official blog page and packed your bags for another school day. Waiting for your quick morning coffee to brew you found yourself scrolling through Chappell's Instagram page. You were not surprised at the fact that all the photos were just of her, either flexing her arms or practicing hoops. Damn, she looks good and she knows that.

You arrived at school, your camera bag slung over your shoulder. The hallway was filled with students and teachers making their way towards their upcoming class. As you made your way through the corridors, you could hear snippets of conversations about the game from the previous day, Chappell’s name often mentioned with awe and respect. You smiled to yourself, the blog you made surely caught everyone's eye.

You were busy organizing your belongings in your locker when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey there, photographer.” Chappell’s voice carried a hint of smugness, as she leaned against the lockers.

You closed your locker and turned around to face Chappell, trying to ignore the slight butterflies in your stomach that you started to feel around the new basketball star. ''Hey…'' You replied back. Sure, you were taken aback by the fact that she's actually talking to you, considering you two had a dislike for each other. Chappell had a cocky grin on her face, looking you up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment before speaking.

''You free after school today?'' Her voice was causal yet so confident.

You tried to keep your emotions in check, but on the inside you felt a flutter of excitement. Chappell, the most popular girl in school, is asking you out? You managed to keep a neutral expression on your face and nodded in response. ''Yeah, I'm free.'' Chappell's grin widened as you agreed to her request. She pushed herself away from the lockers and stood up straight, her confidence radiating off her. ''Perfect. Meet you outside after school.''

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. Chappell smiled at you, satisfied with your response. ''See you there, then.'' She said with a wink and walked off down the hallway, leaving you standing, internally panicking.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until school ended, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Chappell and the meeting after school. The day seemed to pass by in a blur of classes and hallway conversations. Every time the bell rang, signaling the end of a period, you felt a small rush of anxiety as you neared your ''date'' with Chappell.

With the final bell of the day ringing, you felt your heart pounding in your chest as you packed up your belongings and left the classroom.

You made your way out of the building and spotted Chappell leaning against the wall near the gym entrance. You made eye contact and Chappell smiled, pushing herself off the wall and walked up to you. ''Hey. Ready to have some fun?'' You nodded and before you know it, you're in the passanger seat of her car, admiring her hands as she drove to a local pub.

You arrived and Chappell parked the car in the pub's lot and turned off the engine. She glanced over at you, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. ''We're here!'' She announced before getting out of the car and surprisingly opened the car door for you.

You enter the pub and both find a place to sit. You order a humble glass of juice and Chappell orders a cold beer. The contrast is apparent. Chappell raises an eyebrow as the server leaves to fill your orders. "Just a juice, huh?" She teases, a smirk playing on her lips. You shrugged, a small flush of redness spreading across your cheeks at Chappell's teasing remark. ''I'm not a big drinker…'' You replied nervously, fearing that she'll like you less because of that. ''Ah! Thought so. A pretty girl like you shouldn't get into that stuff.''

What? She just called you pretty? No way. Your eyes widen at the sudden flirt, making you blush even more. ''Aw. Look at you! All red and stuff. So cute!'' She mocked you and you laughed, hitting her arm playfully. ''Shut up! You're such a playboy, oh my god!'' ''Playboy? Ha! I don't think so.''

The tension was broken by the server delivering your orders. Chappell takes a long sip of her beer while you gingerly sip your juice, your eyes watching Chappell with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. She lowered her beer with a satisfied sigh, putting it down on the table. She smirks at you. Oh no. It's coming. A teasing comment.

''Your drink looks like something I'd give to my little cousin.'' She snickers and you roll your eyes with a sigh, hitting her again. ''Asshole!''

As the night wore on, Chappell and you were getting lost in conversation, talking about everything from school gossip to favorite movies. The pub had gotten much quieter as people were starting to leave, but neither of you noticed, fully engrossed in each other’s company. During one particularly funny story that Chappell was telling, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. The tears streaming down your face made your mascara run, leaving dark smudges under your eyes.

You got up, laughing as you and Chappell headed into the bathroom to fix your makeup. Chappell leaned against the wall, watching as you fumbled for your makeup bag, trying to fix your ruined mascara. Your gaze was fixated on her reflection in the mirror, looking at her and her toned arms. You finished fixing your mascara, and you set it down on the sink. Something took over you then. You turned around and walked up to Chappell. She looked down at you, a curious smile on her face. ''W-…'' She didn't even get to finish the sentence as you pulled her into a fierce kiss, leaning against her body as you pushed yourself into her. She was surprised at the sudden move, but quickly caught on and returned the kiss, seeming even more eager than you are. Her arms wrapped around your waist, the strength of her grip indicated that she's been waiting for this for a long time.

You tried to be the dominant one, but Chappell lifted you up, walking into a stall. She locked the door behind you and pressed you up against the wall, leaning into your body as your tongues danced. Her hands roamed your body and her grip on you was starting to become stronger with each second. Her kisses moved down from your lips to your neck, leaving red marks on it that you'll have to cover up later with makeup. She was holding you so tight as if she was trying to brand you as hers. Exactly what you wanted. You had the star basketball player wrapped around your finger.

You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer as her lips moved lower, kissing their way down to your hips. She unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down along with your underwear. Chappell knelt down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as she looked up at you with such desire in her eyes. You gasped as her warm breath tickled your most sensitive area, your heart racing. She took you into her mouth, her tongue circling around you as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning was so loud you prayed that no one enters the bathroom now. Your hands tightened in her hair, your breathing becoming ragged as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your legs began to tremble as you neared your climax, your mascara ruined once again by a rain of tears you let out due to the pleasure you were feeling. With a final flick of her tongue, you cried out in ecstasy as your body shuddered with release.

As you caught your breath, Chappell stood up, pressing her body against yours once more. She kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. You rested your head against her shoulder, coming down from your high and collecting your thoughts. You just lost your virginity to the most popular girl in your school. You left the bathroom stall and fixed your mascara again with Chappell hugging you from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You walked out of the pub, hand in hand as she drove you home. You shared a goodnight kiss and parted your ways.

You thought things like this only happen in movies and you only read about enemies to lovers online. Now you experienced it and you couldn't be more happier as you wore her jersey and cheered from the bleachers, looking proudly at your girlfriend drilling the opposing team. She was always your favorite player, indeed.

#chappell roan #lesbian #wlw #chappell roan x reader #fem reader #sapphic #wlw post #sapphism #wlw story #wlw smut

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