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𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ║ Chapter 4 - A Suffering Soul Develops a Taste for Misfortune

| ENDLESS NIGHT | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 6.7k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: none | CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Ellie continue to grow closer as she gets more comfortable around you and life in Jackson. When you run afoul of Joel twice, his patience for you begins to wear thin. Your actions and words keep landing you in his bad graces, and you worry if you don’t figure things out soon enough he will keep you at arm’s length from him and Ellie both - for good.

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“It’s just so. fuckin’. pink,” Ellie groaned. You shifted your attention back to the teenage girl currently venting to you. “Yeah, seems to be the popular color of the time,” you grant. “And, like, the other one is a gross baby blue,” she snorts, crinkling her nose in disgust. You laugh at her dramatic repudiation of all the paint colors in the houses. “What? It’s fuckin’ weird, man! Like, everybody is just supposed to have exactly one girl and one boy? Girl gets pink, boy gets blue?” she rags. “Not a design choice I’m fond of myself, but, hey, if pastel pink or blue comes in the form of four walls and a roof over me, I can’t complain too much.” You shrug, hoping she picks up on your subtext that having some perspective can change your ideas about something. “Yeah, well, you know, when I was in FEDRA school before a guy told me that they used to torture people by putting them in a pink room,” she counters gravely. Another flit of laughter escapes you. “Yes, I’ve heard that before, but I don’t think the original Jackson contractors went with ‘torture pink’ as their paint choice in their luxury resort housing development,” you peal. “Ugh.” Ellie sighed and rolled her eyes while trying to hide a smile. “Well it feels like torture to me.” Your friendship had exploded with the one two combo of knife tricks and pasta night, but she was almost constantly warm and friendly once she found out you were a willing and engaged audience for whatever she wanted to lend her hot takes to. Whether it was Joel still being such a grump in the mornings despite having a real bed to sleep in or how amazing the new food she had tried at the canteen called empanadas might be her new favorite food . . Ellie found it easier and easier to talk to you, and you felt like you could listen to her all day. “Speaking of torture and things people at school tell us, how’s it going with your classes?” you ask playfully. You had set up Ellie’s enrollment but never reviewed anything about it with her since it had been during the waiting period where Tommy had requested you give them a little space before getting acquainted. She hadn’t been attending a long time, so you tried to avoid hounding her for details or appraisals. She adjusted nervously against the kitchen counter. “That good, huh?” you tease, propping your elbow on the table across where you sat across from her and rested your head against your fist. Ellie rolled her eyes and sighed but continued picking at the edge of the counter. “It’s just dumb. It’s fine. I know I have to go. It’s just so fucking stupid,” she finally mumbles. “Is it the other kids that-” you begin, but Ellie intjerects. “Yeah, I’m being bullied. These Jackson kids are rrreeeaaal tough.”

You take the sarcastic answer in stride. “Not hardcore enough for you, I know,” you rib, but the edge of truth in your words is still clear.

There’s something bothering Ellie about school, and you need to figure out what it is. You opt to touch on the serious side of whatever is going on.

“You know, most of them didn’t spend months outside the walls of Jackson just surviving. Don’t know what that can do to a person.” Ellie glanced over to your softened expression and gave a small nod in reluctant acceptance. “Not that you’d wish that on them,” you continue. “But I’m sure it can be hard to relate to others when they don’t know what that’s like.” Ellie is avoiding your gaze and sitting in silence. You have found it is essential to give her the space and time to be quiet for as long as she needs. She finally peeks your direction and shrugs. There’s more to this than you thought. “Most of them really aren’t that bad. They just aren’t used to such an anomaly like yourself.” Ellie snorts again and mumbles, “You have no idea.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” you laugh. Ellie flushed a brilliant shade of red and adjusted nervously, shuffling her feet back and forth. You were close to something raw. Too close. “You get bit by a radioactive spider and can climb walls now?” you playfully prod. Ellie took the escape hatch you offered to her. “What the fuck are you talking about now? You are so weird,” she giggled nervously. One day you would get back to that anomaly, but for now it would have to wait. “It’s a comic thing. There’s a spider that bites this kid, and - nevermind,” you chuckle. “Wait wait, what kind of a comic?” Ellie perks up. You spent the next half hour chatting about superheroes and which superpowers would be the best to have, what your archnemesis villain’s name would be, and her favorite series Savage Starlight. The way Ellie’s face relaxed and shined as she spoke about things she loved made your heart swell and your chest hurt. “And nobody has ever heard of it, which is so annoying because I can’t talk to anybody about it,” Ellie ranted. “Sorry to add to that roster,” you apologize. “Yeah, just my luck the one other person I found that liked it wound up dead,” she says flatly. You pause at the unexpected development as Ellie’s eyes grew wide at her slip. “You don’t have to talk about it,” you rush to reassure her. “I - no, it’s not - it’s not like I can’t trust you,” she fumbles. “Ellie, stop. I don’t want you to tell me anything you aren’t comfortable sharing. My feelings won’t be hurt,” you assert. “No, I mean - it might - I feel like he deserves to be talked about. Not just kept up like some big secret or something,” she mumbled.

“I only want you to share things with me that you feel comfortable sharing. Do not feel like you have to tell me anything,” you reiterate. “I think - I do want to tell you about him. Just a little,” she admits. “As long as you feel safe when you’re telling me,” you warn. She nods in understanding and slowly unravels the story of Sam, the little boy she and Joel had met on their journey. Ellie talked about Sam and his brother Henry and how she had hoped that they could travel together for longer. You could tell Ellie was leaving out some major details, but you were honored that she even trusted you with as much as she was currently sharing. When she told you how she tried to pay her respects as best as she knew how by leaving him a message on his board, you were overcome with a dampening blanket over your eyes. “Wow,” you whisper. “Yeah,” Ellie chokes out. You had sat in complete stillness as she shared her story with you, but you couldn’t bear it any longer and joined her at the counter. “I’m really sorry that happened. That is a lot to carry with you all the time,” you console. You place your hand over Ellie’s without thinking, and you are surprised when she doesn’t move it from underneath your touch. She turned her head away from you with a loud sniff. Her free hand darted to her eyes and cheeks as she cleared her throat. “So anyway,” she mutters. “Thank you for sharing that with me. It means a lot. You have no idea. It really means a lot to me that you trust me with that,” you confide, giving her hand a squeeze. “Guess you’re easier to talk to than Joel,” she sniffs with a low laugh. You smile, knowing exactly what she means. Even though you would wager that Joel would do anything in his power to support and protect Ellie, you had learned yourself that his communication skills weren’t always well-suited for more sensitive topics. “Listen, we can drop the school thing for today, but we still need to come back to it soon, okay?” you offer. “Yeah, fine,” she agrees, happy to be off the hook for today. “What school thing?” Joel’s voice practically boomed into the still room. Ellie jumped in unison with you, although you were the only one who let out a shriek as you instinctively placed your entire body in front of Ellie’s. “What the FUCK, dude?!” Ellie yelled. Your hand shot over your heart in relief. “Jesus Christ,” you breathe. “Door wasn’t locked,” Joel says in an acerbic, scathing tone. “Ellie!” you chide, turning to give a look of disapproval. “What? I forgot! Sorry for not being used to having a fucking front door to lock behind me. JESUS,” she groaned in exasperation. “It’s fine,” you huff. “Just pay more attention next time.”

“Not like you heard me comin’,” Joel snips at you. His eyes tightened viciously in your direction. You blink a few times, unsure where the hostility is coming from. “Both of you could do with payin’ more attention. At least Ellie can blame some of it on her age.” Joel was fuming. “Hey, I’m sorry about the door not being locked, okay?” you offer, remembering how he had been so soft with you that night, asking for his sake to lock your doors and keep yourself safe. That softness was nowhere to be seen in this current moment. Joel’s eyes narrowed, which told you that the door wasn’t the main issue that had him borderline livid. “She wasn’t even the one who left it unlocked, so don’t get all pissy with her,” Ellie snapped. You turned to her, prepared to explain that, as the adult in the situation, it was ultimately your responsibility to make sure things were managed, but Joel focused his sour mood on Ellie before you could get a word in. “What’s the school thing?” he demanded, ignoring Ellie’s appeal to your innocence. “It’s nothing,” Ellie repeats with renewed impudence. Joel’s eyes met yours, his question demanding to be answered. Ellie pushed herself from the counter and stomped towards Joel who took up the entire doorway of your kitchen. “You don’t have to be such an ASSHOLE all the time, you know?” she shouted, shoving past him and stomping out the front door. “Ellie!” you and Joel chorused together. Joel’s head whipped back around to meet your gaze. Something about you calling after Ellie the exact same way he had really stoked the flames. “Maybe the next time you’ve got somebody’s kid holed up in your house you make sure to tell somebody so their parent isn’t runnin’ around like a goddamn idiot lookin’ for them,” he gritted out. “My house is on the walk home from yours. It’s right around the corner. We just got to talking on the way here. It was supposed to be a quick visit,” you summarize as quickly as possible. Joel jerked an angry nod at your lackluster explanation before turning on his heel and marching out the door after Ellie. Something told you that whatever had just transpired couldn’t be fixed with a friendly cup of coffee.

Joel didn’t tell Ellie he didn’t want her talking about her problems with you. That would only guarantee she would go out of her way to do just that. Instead, he kept a closer watch on how the two of you interacted. It had been two days since that flare up in your kitchen, and Joel hadn’t seen much of you around until now. You were unaware Joel had a perfect line of vision to see Ellie walk past you, playfully sticking out her tongue and flipping you off with both hands. Just as Joel muttered to himself about having to get Ellie to stop being so crude, especially with adults, he sees your rebuttal. You jutted your tongue out theatrically at Ellie, pointed two fingers from your eyes and then in her direction before gesturing both fingers down to the ground. Joel huffed a surprised laugh. He had expected you to maybe correct Ellie’s disrespectful display, but instead you lobbed her energy right back at her with an “I’ve got my eyes on you, and you’re going down” motion.

Joel chuckled to himself again, mostly bewildered. He hadn’t expected that at all - from either of you. Ellie was being so openly playful and even childlike again, just like she had been more often than not before meeting David and his cannibal ring. And you, not missing a beat and matching her energy effortlessly. He could tell Ellie felt at ease with you, like she could be herself. This wasn’t a side of you that Joel was too familiar with, although he admittedly didn’t do much in the way to encourage you to let your guard down very much. Was this how you really were most of the time and he just didn’t get to see it because he had done such a bad job at inviting that sort of thing? Joel didn’t have the chance to ponder further as Ellie skipped off, leaving you with a forlorn, somber expression he didn’t anticipate. It was a stark contrast to the bubbly grin you had just worn. Joel was too far away to tell, but from the way you had dropped your head and rubbed the tip of your nose, he thought you might be fighting back tears. He watched as you closed your eyes, head tilting to the sky, and took a deep breath. Joel knew the look well. Something harrowing lived in you, just beneath the surface. He wouldn’t have guessed when you first met. You seemed so annoyingly chipper most of the time and pretty well put together in your role as town coordinator. It occurred to Joel that you might now even be able to tell how deep it ran. Based on his own path of pain and destruction, he was beginning to assume he was unfortunately correct in his take. Believing you had healed from something when really you had just found a way to expertly mask it, even from yourself, sounded like a special kind of hell to Joel. At least he knew all those years just how fucked up he was. He knew what his shortcomings were, and he dealt with them on his own - or not at all. After Ellie came along and changed things, he knew what parts of him had been healed by her because every exposed, raw nerve of trauma was known to him. When he looked at you, he sensed you didn’t even know there was more underneath. There was more of it waiting for you. When it would come up or what would come along to make that happen, he didn’t know. But he did know it was coming. He hated to think what it would do to you. Getting caught off guard like that after so many years of thinking you had overcome it. He felt sorry for you.

A few days had gone by, and you kept a low profile. Joel needed some time to cool off before you could try to talk things out. He certainly wouldn’t be thrilled with you talking to Ellie again before smoothing things over with him first. But, you still needed to figure out what had her so in opposition with school. It was a short walk to Maria and Tommy’s house. Your house was roughly a halfway point between their house and Joel and Ellie’s. You raised your hand and knocked on the door. It had been weeks since you properly caught up with Maria and how her pregnancy was coming along. You knew she would understand you had been busier than usual, but you still wanted to be a good friend. The warm air inside the house whipped past you as Tommy swung the door open. “Oh. Hey,” he hesitated. “Oh, come on in.” “Hey, if now isn’t a good time . .” you trail. Tommy shakes his head. “I was just going to stop by and see how Maria was doing, so I can always just come back lat-” “No, no,” Tommy insists, pulling you inside with a firm hand on your back. “Forgive my manners. Just wasn’t expectin’ anybody.” “I really can come back another time,” you offer. “Nah, that’s nonsense. Maria’s not here, but she’d have me strung up if she knew I turned you away.” He chuckled lightly as he led you to the kitchen.

“Well don’t let me interrupt your day, Tommy,” you contend. “You’re not interrupting!” Ellie piped. A big, goofy grin took up her entire face at your arrival. “Oh,” you falter again. Joel and Ellie are sitting at the kitchen table next to each other, and a single chair on the other side is pushed back, having just lost the third member of the obvious discussion happening. Joel is leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed against his chest and his feet crossed at his ankles. His fixed glare out the window to his left signaled his lack of concern with welcoming the new company. “Say ‘hi’, Joel,” Ellie hissed at him under her breath. “Hi,” Joel says curtly, bringing his gaze to you. “Hey. Hi. Um, if this is a bad time,” you begin again. “No, please stay,” Ellie practically begs. You look between Tommy and Joel, unsure of what you’ve just walked into. “This is a family matter,” Joel grouses to Ellie. “What? No it’s not. It’s about the town and all their stupid rules,” she argues. “Sorta a bit of both . . maybe,” Tommy attempts to remain impartial. You don’t blame him; getting in between two feral cats brawling only guarantees you will catch most of the onslaught. You stand in silence, not wanting to say the wrong thing and upset anyone. “I mean, you’re probably the best person to hear it out and give your two cents,” Tommy eases into the rocky climate of the room. “S’matter of opinion who knows what’s best for who,” Joel retorts in a clipped tone. Taking the indirect and direct hint that you are not welcome to this discussion, you decide it’s best if you leave. “No, wait!” Ellie calls out. “I’m not going to talk about it if she doesn’t sit at the table with us and talk about it, too,” she demands, crossing her arms and slumping back in her chair. She is rivaling Joel’s glare, and there is no backing down for her. “Ellie, I’m not going to join the conversation if everyone isn’t comfortable with it. And it’s not about being trustworthy,” you cut her off, seeing that’s what she was about to argue. “It’s about privacy, okay? You have to respect people’s privacy. If your dad isn’t comfortable or you’re not comfortable or Tommy or whatever,” you trail off. “Point is, everybody needs to be on the same page before someone else gets added to the equation, okay?” She huffs and kicks the table leg closest to her. “It shouldn’t be up to him, though! It’s my privacy because it’s about me! I should be able to say who gets to help me!” she snaps, mostly in Joel’s direction. Joel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his lips pursing in frustration. “I told you, we will figure it out. We don’t need to involve any random local who happens to show up at our doorstep,” Joel snips.

You see the anger wash over Ellie at Joel’s “random local” designation. It stung, but you tried not to show it. “Joel, c’mon. She does this kinda stuff all the time. She’s always the one comin’ up with the solution no one else even thought about,” Tommy implored, quickly trying to insert himself back into the conversation before Ellie flies off the handle at Joel’s ornery impulses. “You’re seriously such a jerk,” Ellie bit out under her breath. Joel opened his eyes and leveled his stare at you. You hoped he could see you truly wanted to respect his wishes and not intervene. Your mouth twitched to the side nervously under his penetrating gaze, and your fists grabbed nervously at your sides. Joel closed his eyes again and sighed, and when he opened them again they had mellowed just a little. “Alright,” he mumbles dryly. Ellie sat up in her chair immediately with a small smile creeping across her mouth. “Really?” she asks. Joel nodded and replies, “Yeah, kiddo. Really.” Ellie jumped up excitedly and took your coat for you. She beat Tommy to the back of your chair as she pulled it out for you. “Wow, some fine dining experience you’ve got here,” you clumsily joke. Tommy settled back into his chair next to yours as Ellie plopped down next to Joel, who appreciated your respect for his and Ellie’s privacy despite his current umbrage with you. Joel sat up and leaned forward, his arms resting on the table with his hands clasped loosely together. He reminded himself that he needed to try to be friendly with you even if you got under his skin faster than anyone he had ever met. You found your focus momentarily slipping as you watched his large hands lay against the table. You remembered when you first met and he hadn’t shook your hand because his were dirty. You hadn’t stopped wondering what your hand would feel like nestled in his, only remembering the loose grip you’d felt the time he’d agreed to the summer deadline for your project. Joel cleared his throat, calling your attention away from blinking mindlessly at his hands. A small blush crept up your neck as you looked away, but you could feel his eyes on you still. “Okay, so what’s going on?” you inquire, desperate to distance yourself from that embarrassment of finally getting caught ogling him. You had warned yourself that if you kept it up he was bound to spot you doing it sooner or later. Tommy looped you into the issue of Ellie’s schooling. She was struggling with the traditional classroom setting, but being a member of Jackson meant pulling your weight and not kicking up too much dust. Ellie had skipped classes a few times and eventually got caught. Joel admitted the structure was probably a good thing for Ellie and that more basic education couldn’t hurt any. “But it’s so STUPID,” Ellie grumbles. “You just sit in a room all day! Meanwhile everybody just pretends like the whole world hasn’t gone to shit. What’s the point of sticking with it when there’s a fucking mushroom apocalypse right outside the gates?!” Ah, so that was what she was really wrestling with. You could see how inane schooling might feel if you had gone through some of the things Ellie had been through.

She had just come from months of travel with Joel where freedom and danger went hand in hand. Being cooped up in a classroom probably made her feel antsy, even if it was only 4 hours each weekday morning.

You were once again struck by how similar she was to Caroline. So strong willed, so independent, but still cared about making an actual difference in the world.

“So what’s the doctor prescribing?” Joel asks, his words laden with sarcasm.

Tommy sighed loudly at his brother’s ever combative nature.

You allow yourself a small smile, ignoring Joel’s condescending comment, because a spur of the moment inspiration had struck you, and you had a feeling it was just the sort of innovative breakthrough that was needed.

Maybe once Joel hears your “prescription” he will thank you instead of holding onto whatever grudge and disregard he harbored against you.

“You seem pretty comfortable around horses,” you submit to Ellie.

“Yeah?” she goes along emphatically, leaning in eagerly to hear your game plan that she already agrees with despite not having heard any of it yet.

“And you have managed to avoid getting knocked on your ass by the goats,” you add.

“Yeah?” Ellie giggles, fully engrossed in your pitch.

“Don’t mind sheep smell getting into your clothes?”

“We love sheep. Right, Joel?” Ellie laughs pointedly, giving Joel a rollicking push with her elbow.

He puffs out a weary sigh, straightening himself from Ellie’s turbulent nudge.

“So what’s your plan?” he digs.

You can see Ellie chomping at the bit, Joel getting fed up with you not getting to the point, and Tommy zoning out a bit. You put everyone out of their misery and share the fundamentals of your idea. You know the vet and ancillary barnyard duty are always short on hands come the springtime when all the work left behind by winter and animal maintenance had to be done. The composting and prep for the gardens as well as the food production often overlapped.

Ellie was a quick learner, and she didn’t mind getting dirty. She could take on a learning role that would be both educational and practical, attending school a couple of days a week and otherwise working with the veterinary clinic and animal stewardship regimen: a hybrid curriculum. The traditional schooling portion was self-explanatory, so you elaborate on the particulars of the vet and animals.

“Of course you will still have to engage with other human beings when you’re attending vet and animal assignments,” you tease. Ellie has never smiled this much before.

You highlight the work and organization that goes into documenting procedures, taking animal histories, filling out medicine logs, calculating medicine doses for treatments, time management with the unpredictable character of animals, following up on responsibilities and learning to prioritize tasks so the animals are tended to in a timely manner . . .

The structure of rules, responsibilities, and time management combined with the independence of working with animals and nature. You were very proud of yourself for concocting this plan.

“Oh my god, can I start tomorrow?” Ellie squeals eagerly. You laugh at her animated approval and are happy she is so excited with your idea.

Joel hated to admit he was blown away at your clever analysis of the problem and incredibly accurate fit you had devised; however, he was averse to how readily Ellie was endorsed whatever you had to say. He was still unnerved with Ellie revealing intimate details and feelings to you. Joel knew he and Ellie had a long way to go in terms of learning how to communicate with one another and building some trust back, but he felt like she must know she could bring things to him that were weighing on her mind.

Guess you’re easier to talk to than Joel, he had overheard her tell you, playing on loop in his head for hours afterward. He had listened to the way Ellie’s voice swung when she shared something personal and how it smoothed out again as she listened to your honey-tongued reassurance and encouragement. Joel eavesdropped only to learn that you made it clear that Ellie had no obligations to tell you anything and wanted to be sure she felt completely comfortable before sharing. But Ellie did trust you, and she did want to tell you things. It wasn’t you tricking her into spilling all her secrets. It was just you being you. Joel thought about how he found himself compulsively drawn to you, even now as he grappled with trying to stay angry at you.

It was just you. You didn’t have to go out of your way trying to charm and flatter people. You were at times pushy and overzealous of your own brilliance, but you were mostly charismatic and captivating. Something about you just made people want to give in and open up, and Joel knew neither he nor Ellie were some outlier that was impervious to your intrinsic persuasions.

But Ellie was still a child, and placing trust in the wrong person could put her in serious danger. If anyone found out about her immunity, she could be killed. You may be goodhearted, but Joel wasn’t willing to risk Ellie’s safety. Who knew what you’d do if you learned Ellie had been bit more than once by a clicker.

Joel tensed and shifted in his seat. He needed to keep a safe distance between you and Ellie until he could completely figure you out. He couldn’t put Ellie in jeopardy. He couldn’t risk her life if he let her put her trust in the wrong person.

You studied Joel carefully as he mulled over your idea. He wasn’t holding himself so rigidly anymore, and he had angled towards you as you spoke. Most importantly, he hadn’t outright rejected the idea, which, in terms of dealing with Joel Miller, was almost the same thing as a ringing endorsement.

“Wait, am I gonna have to shovel horse shit?” Ellie laments, wrinkling her nose.

You and Tommy laugh at her sudden realization and subsequent reluctance at the vet and animal idea.

“Well, I’ll tell you the same thing I told your dad when he was arguing with me over contracting stuff: we all have our own shit to deal with, so you sling yours wherever you see fit. Except, in your case it is literally shit.” You and Tommy join in another round of laughter as Ellie’s giggle fit fills the entire kitchen. Her bad mood about her school situation was a thing of the past.

Joel pulled himself from his thoughts as he heard you talking about him. There was that know-it-all attitude he hated. Not agreeing with anything that came out of your mouth was apparently the same thing as an argument in your opinion. You didn’t like people keeping you in check, and Joel didn’t like how you felt you were above correction. Joel felt the ember of his anger starting to glow again.

“Wasn’t arguing with you, sugar,” Joel snipped with no effort to curb his corrosive demeanor.

“Jesus Christ, Joel. Just accept the help and say thank you,” Tommy griped. The usually genial Miller brother was noticeably vexed.

“Well I never took kindly to some know-it-all thinking she’s got everybody figured out. No need to thank her when she’s already patting herself on the back,” Joel jeered. His lightened expression had regressed into the scowl from earlier, which he lobbed your direction.

“Excuse me?” you gnash out.

Joel’s mind swirled: did you have him and Ellie figured out? How much had Ellie already told you? Had you told anyone else?

Joel’s intrusive thoughts about Ellie and her safety being compromised ran with abandon through his mind and had now backed him into a corner, a corner he intended to fight his way out of. Joel felt exposed. He was an easy target like this. He needed to shield Ellie from your astute renderings, needed to shield he and Ellie both. Joel’s eyes flashed with anger, his resolve to confront you doubling down. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Ellie bellowed. “She came up with a great fucking idea, and you know it. Don’t be mad just because you didn’t think of it yourself! It’s a perfect fit, and you know it. Don’t ruin this for me!” Seeing the way Ellie was almost begging Joel to let her be happy sent a bolt of anger through you. You weren’t going to sit there and let him sabotage her happiness without saying anything. You stood with such force it knocked your chair over behind you. Your hands slammed on the table on either side of Joel’s, whose unmoving gaze had been grimly fixed on you. “For somebody who’s supposedly such a straight shooter, you sure don’t like it when somebody else gets it right, huh?” you challenge, your standards of benevolence weakening. Your face inched closer to Joel’s with each word, your anger driving you to defy his dismissive, hypercritical behavior. Even though you were standing, you didn’t clear his head as remained seated. Joel barely raised himself from his chair as he leaned in close enough to your face you could feel his breath on your lips. “Well since you got it all figured out, I guess we can all go now,” he grates. You weren’t content to let him walk out without putting him on the spot and making him eat his words. “You know, sugar,” you mock, “it’s kinda my job to figure people out. You may have your head shoved so far up your own ass you can’t consider what anyone else is thinking or feeling, but some of us notice things about the people around us.” Joel’s nostrils flared. His eyes set squarely on yours. “For example,” you continued, “I can see that Ellie needs to socialize, but she doesn’t like being around people - even if they’re her own age. Fine. She can be around people some of the time and animals the rest of the time. I can also tell that she won’t be successful or happy if she’s stuck in a classroom for hours every day. All those months that the two of you traveled together, coming across god knows what kind of horrors, those four walls and that much structure probably make her feel like she’s suffocating.” Joel clenches his teeth as every word that leaves your lips is without error. “So alright, she needs to adapt to being a member of society and learning some rules again, but let's also have her chasing down the chickens that get loose and take a bucking goat to task every once in a while! You have to give her the freedom to be self-sufficient and do things on her own terms. She needs you to show her she’s safe here and that it’s going to be okay!” you finish with a pitched yell.

You are breathing hard, and your knuckles have started turning white as you bore into the table. Joel is enraged that you have generated a perfectly curated assessment of Ellie. He felt more vulnerable than ever.

Joel bared his teeth as his mouth opened to reply, primed to fight his way out of the corner you forced him into, and you were ready to take him on.

“Wow. That obvious, huh?” Ellie muttered quietly, her eyes cast downward at her shoelaces.

You and Joel both looked over at Ellie, who in this moment looked every bit the young, small child she was.

In all your mission to show Joel just how smart you were and how you did have it figured out, you hadn’t considered how you had just laid out Ellie’s inner working completely bare, everyone now a spectator to it. If looks could kill, the look Joel threw your way for upsetting Ellie would have you six feet under by now, and you had been the one to shovel the dirt. You sigh, ashamed that you let your ego get the better of you, and Ellie was paying the price for it. Joel sat down again and angled himself towards Ellie as you rounded the table and knelt on the floor between them. You gave Joel a pleading look to let you fix things with Ellie first. He nodded curtly, and you turned your attention to her before he could change his mind. “Ellie,” you say quietly as you gently take her hand. “It’s not obvious. Most people don’t gauge people like I can, okay? It’s my job to know people and figure out how they can best fit into the community and support it. You aren’t just some open book that everybody can read all the time.” Ellie tilted her head to meet your eye. You can see she wants to believe you. She doesn't want to believe that everyone in Jackson can see all her problems from a mile away. Tommy stood gingerly and paced closer to the hallway, sensing his presence was intruding on a private moment. “I shouldn’t have just said all that for everyone to hear,” you acknowledge. “I’m sorry.” Ellie offers a small grin. “S’okay,” she says, giving your hand a squeeze. “I know you didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna hold a mistake over your head.” You close your eyes before turning to Joel. “Joel, I’m sorry. I messed up. Please forgive me,” you plead gently, placing your hand over his. He stares at your hand on his, struck by how small it looks in comparison. You lean in closer and tighten your grip on his hand when he doesn’t look at you right away. “Please, Joel,” you almost whisper. You place your other hand on his cheek, a groveling bid for him to just look at you. “I’m really sorry. I really am. Please.” Joel’s eyes flit from your clinging hold on his hand to your eyes. The maelstrom of dread and remorse in them told Joel everything he needed to know. You were probably more upset with yourself than he was for hurting Ellie. It would gut you if you did something that drove her away. Your face, the one that always carried a radiant, softhearted smile, somehow belonged to the same person in front of Joel, whose downcast, despondent expression had rendered your face unrecognizable. Your eyes were begging him to please just believe you. Please believe you would never intentionally hurt Ellie. The flicker of I deserve to lose both of you in your expression was more than Joel could handle. “That’s enough. Ellie forgave you, so I forgive you. Let’s move on,” Joel grunts, guiding your hand away from his face. “Thank you,” you breathe as you close your eyes. Relief washed over you in droves. You turn to Ellie. “Thank you both.” At a total loss of what to offer, Tommy had been diligently ignoring the trainwreck in front of him and continued to pace now into the hallway and living room in an clumsy circuit.

“Relax, you didn’t run over our cat or something,” Ellie jokes, seeming to slowly recover from any inflicted harm. Everyone awkwardly chuckles at the much needed humor. Your hand still lingered on Joel’s, your fingers finding their way under his palm. You were almost afraid to let go, feeling like any change might tip the scales the other way and have him angry with you again. The small rub of his thumb against your hand made you not want to let go for another reason. “Hey, I’m home,” Maria called out. The front door closed loudly as she came around the corner and was met by Tommy through the other doorway. You stood quickly and straightened your shirt, reluctantly letting go of Joel’s hand before standing so no one would notice it had been there for much longer than necessary. Tommy loped to her side and framed her face in a flurry of kisses, only stopping to give her belly rubs and kisses. “Oh wow. Nobody invited me to the party,” she quipped. This time, everyone at the table eased into a nervous chuckle, letting the tension dissipate. Tommy worked Maria’s jacket off her shoulders and hung it, receiving a thanks of an unhurried kiss, and Ellie organized the bags on the counter that she had taken off Maria’s hands. You bent your knee forward and skimmed Joel’s leg, sending him an unspoken question: are we okay? He glanced at your touch and then up to you. You needed any and all doubts removed. You needed to know with all certainty that you hadn’t ruined everything. You needed him to tell you that he wasn’t going to leave here and decide you weren’t welcome to ever speak to him or Ellie again. He sighed and stood wordlessly. You reached for his hand, thinking he was going to walk away, but he reached out to grab yours first, loosely grasping your fingers. You didn’t dare move as you waited for his answer. He looked down at you with something akin to pity in his eyes before raising his hand to the unkempt strand of hair sticking to your cheek. Your cheeks warmed and you drew in a hushed gasp as he gently tucked it behind your ear. With a squeeze of your hand and a nod, he turned and joined the others in the middle of the kitchen before anyone noticed the exchange that had just taken place. His answer was yes, you were still on good terms, but you now stood there with even more questions about what else was happening between you two.

This would've been up sooner, but Tumblr was being a piece of shit. So.

Anyway, I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! Gotta love how they take turns fucking things up. We love a 50/50 type relationship lmao.

Catch ya later,

♥Puddles♥

#fic: endless night #enni #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic #joel miller fic

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plaindangan · 8 months

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a very bored and very horny miu and kaede watch very lewd porn together for their usual masturbating sessions, and stumbles upon a 5 hours long video of their good friend tsumugi the ultimate geeky nerd having Paid LUDICROUS amount of money to hire 2 ultra thicc and hot (only rivaled by the original) sluts that look veeeeeery close to the 2 blondes, before the bluenette fuck them so much the 3 girls look like sex is the only thing their minds can comprehend. How do they react~ ?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"L-look at this shit! Hah! 'Futa Nerd fuck brainy bimbos silly'?' Fuckin' Hell sounds like shit Tsumuggy watches!!"

"H-hey, be nice, M-miu!...Though I am curious." It was something both girls had been participating in for a while. A mutual masturbation session, with both laying in bed, getting themselves off to raunch videos. Both were pervs, albeit Miu was a bigger one, and it just so happened that rubbing themselves next to each other was a shared kink - so it was really just both trying to help each other out!

After a stressful week, they just want to kick back and enjoy some cheesy porno's for a bit and they'd thought they had the answer with this one...

Just neither expected what they saw next. On screen was a busty blonde actress in a set of pink overalls that could barely cover her set of, likely, silicon filled tits. She had a punkish look and was walking about a rather familiar dressing room like area. With an irritated look, she stuck her head out of the room.

"Hey! Kay-slow-ye! Hurry your ass up! It's bad enough that geek is late, its even worse with you two - flytits!!" Entering the room with an annoyed frown was a blonde actress wearing a pink, musical themed, fedora on her head and a dark blue dress.

"B-be quiet, Mia!! I'm telling you, my tits are about as big as yours!! Even then, who'd want boobs you cow!!!!" she yelled, causing Mia to shrink back with a whimper.

"D-don't yell at meeeeee!" sighing Kaye looked about the room.

"Though I do wonder where's Sue? She told us to meet her here..."

"Sorry, I'm late ladies~" Both turned around at the door and the Ultimates blondes could see the actresses face turn bright pink. In the doorway, was...Tsumugi?! Even if her hair was dyed brown and done up in a ponytail, even if she had altered her usual uniform to be wearing shorts instead of a long skirt...no matter how you slice it that was Tsumugi Shirogane. The question left to remain on their minds...how and why was she in this porn vid?!

Well, that and and how the Hell was she able to fit that long, girthy, erection in her pants and act natural about it?

"I-I had to arrange for another meeting for later on and free up some space for this one. See...I'm in need of some inspiration..." As she said that, she dropped her shorts to reveal her pre-cum slick cock. "You'll help me get some...right~"

1 Hour: Tsumugi was having her dick sucked by Mia and Kaye like their lives depended on it. Mia was more aggressive and eager, happily deepthroating her shaft noisly. As for Kaye, she was more subtle with her perviness, kissing at Sue's plump balls and tip more often than sucking. Both methods that hit home for the masturbating ladies at home. About halfway through the halfway hour mark, Tsumugi came right on their faces, but it was clear she wasn't done. No, instead, both blonde actresses began to give her a titjob that could make Miu and Kaede's combo a run for their money (though Miu would never settle for defeat by some randos!!. Though as one can expect, after splashing their faces with spunk once more, Tsumugi had decided to switch to incorporate her method of spicing up her bedroom life - cosplaying!!

2 hours: The video cut to a...rather familiar looking school. Kaye was now in an ill-fitting school girl outfit which had a lot of underboob showing and a mini-skirt that barely covered her perky, white thong wearing ass!! As she took a book out of a locker, she looked in surprise as a 'delinquent' was right in front of her. It was Tsumugi wearing bandages over her chest, white mask and a long black skirt that still had a throbbing cock underneath. When Kaye didn't want to fork over her test, Tsumugi decided to 'convince' her the only way she knew how - taking her in the girl's stall and fucking her in a full nelson there until the girl is begging to give everything to Tsumugi in exchange for her spunk!

3 hours: Now it was Mia's turn and she was currently jogging in a pink sports bra and a white pair of shorts - both doing a piss poor job at covering her privates! As Mia stopped to tie her shoes, Tsumugi (in a light blue shirt and black jogging shorts), came up behind her and grabbed her plump booty. Offering the woman some 'new excercise'. An exercise that had Mia under the bleachers, pants down and getting fucked in the ass by a very pent-up Tsumugi.

4. hours: The scene shifted back to class where Kaye and Mia were getting a sex education lesson from Tsumugi dressed as a certain teacher - down to even the blue dress and pink apron. Today's lesson: mating presses and cowgirl style. Both the teacher gladly demonstrated on her slutty looking, bimbo students. She mating pressed the begging, near broken Kaye on the teacher's desk (while Mia graced the camera by fingering herself), before laying on her back and fucking Mia who rode her cock like her life depended on it.

5 hours: Finally, both were in the principal's office to a Tsumugi wearing a purple suit akin to Jin Kirigiri. She listed off all their 'deviany' misdeeds of the day and was determined to 'punish' them. Punishment that involved gagging both, having them bend over his desk and testing out a leather paddles with holes on their jiggly butts. And when she got bored of that? Why have fun inserting dildo's or buttplugs in their asses of course!! But when she got tired of teasing them like so...well~ Finish them off by mercilessly going back and forth between each one, pounding away at their pussies until the entire office was covered in copious amounts of cum these girls were releasing.

For those who were watching this, each hour was so hot, Kaede and Miu had cum multiple times to the point they looked just as mind broken as those lucky actresses in those films. The thought of confronting Tsumugi about this to, potentially, stop her? Gone like the wind! What replaced it? Thoughts of making this on-camera threesome, a very steamy fivesome!!

#DRiruma-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18 #DRshirogane-R18

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shpadoinkle-day · 1 year

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hi again!! its 1st time cannibal the musical watcher again- i might start signing my asks or somethin cus i keep wanting to talk but like you're always sharing such obscure random stuff.. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE THING YOU'VE DISCOVERED OR FOUND?? specific quote of an interview or a particular photo you've found ???

hiii anon lovely to see you back! feel free to tag yourself if you prefer that way, but either way you're much appreciated 🥰

I have so much stuff I found (I'd say it more like... was lucky to run into while researching 😵‍💫) that I love, but to name a few...

"My lovely wife Matt Stone" aka Trey's BOM speech from Feb 25 2013 at the first west end preview. How I found this: So, sometimes when I'm bored I'll pick a random mattrey blog that's been active for a long time, open an old post from their archive, see if there's old inactive mattrey blogs in the notes, and look through their archive to see if there's any posts I could make resurface that had stopped circulating, right? The funny thing is I'll go on reblog sprees, so I actually hadn't listened to the audio when I reblogged it. I was only informed of what it said when I saw others freak out about it.

Daily Show with Craig Kilborn. Why it's my fav? Well, aside from being adorable and iconic, it landed my youtube channel in the lost media wiki! How I found it is actually quite easy, when you look up fansites on the web archive you can do specific search for the files the web archive has saved from it. Turns out sometimes quicktime files work! Four parts were in canniballovers and one in dtisfu if I remember correctly, I just edited them together and posted it. Still wish someone could find it in better quality though. 😔

I'm gonna list a bunch of pictures now... because there's many. 😭 But my absolute N1 is probably the Halloween Robert Smith Trey picture. How I found it is simple, just looking up random words on facebook. Probably "trey parker", nothing special. This and this from the Ron Jeremy website on the web archive, though I think maybe the second one had already been circulating I'm not exactly sure. Showgirl Halloween Trey. The kiss pictures. Pink haired Trey!! This NATPE (?) picture. These older Trey pics where he's serving absolute cunt. This Lapdance/Sundance (?) pic. And these too. This reverse cap one altho this was from twitter I don't think I was the first to come across it tbh. These three from the "A Million Laughs" fb page... Bowl hat... Trey with the blue umbrella full pic... tho I wouldn't say I "found it" only that I got to it first the day it was posted... Trey in the matching christmas pajama from 2018... I'm gonna stop but my heart is pretty big and I like all pics...

These measly 7 secs of SDCC footage only because of the first mattrey pic included because that pose from Trey is everythinggg.

This oscars clip because Trey does such a graceful hair flip 😭

Le Petit Package pics though all I did was waltz into the lost media thread and see they had been posted...

The forbidden mattrey slides which we may never see... these were all from worthpoint, which is just a website that archives past ebay bids.

Annual Diversity Awards for the Trey serve ofc.

And finally, I'm very partial to "Matt's a cock".

As to how I come across anything... it's lots of free time. Like I'm talking hours daily just picking a random lead and following it. It may be a website you think hasn't been thoroughly searched (I've tried fb, ig, twitter, worthpoint, ebay, wordpress, tripod, weebly, various fansites on webarchive, footage.net, bilibili/baidu, vimeo, dailymotion, flickr, a load of sketchy other websites I don't remember anymore... basically trey parker has brought me to places I wouldn't go with a gun...) a combination of words, a new search engine that may give u different results (I've tried the ones listed in the lost media wiki guide, my favorite is startpage). Using targeted searching like "word" or site:x "word" or "word combo" before:year, basically trying to make google your bitch. I also use gettyimages like a visual wiki of events Trey's been to+the date, it's quite useful... ik you didn't ask the "how" part but aaaa I like talking about it 😭 I have a lot of fun. Even though sometimes I just come up empty handed even after hours of research. More often than not tbh. Also I'm an obsessed weirdo who checks the words "trey parker" daily on twitter, tumblr, ig, fb, yt, web archive and ebay. 🫠

And also the concept of finding is weird because it has happened to me that I thought I had found something and then it actually had been circulating already, so I tried really hard to answer you by only listing stuff I was fairly sure hadn't been circulating before I got to it, but I mean... it doesn't really matter! I'm here to serve, I just like sharing whatever stuff I run into, it'll happen that it's new to me but it really isn't. 😵‍💫 I try...

I like this too also but I didn't find it, it was pretty available already fjdkg you know Jack Shih was at that dodgeball event?

Favorite funfact that I haven't had a chance to share yet, so now you know!

#trey parker #matt stone #web archive #ask #hope this reply doesnt come across like i like the smell of my own farts LMAO im not claiming any of these are mine!!!!! like #i dont want credit and shit. go forth my children #these r my favs tho!!!!!! im obsessed with them

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anotherwvba · 1 year

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Challenge Accepted pt. 4

The atmosphere in the WVBA Boxing Academy Gym was electric, buzzing with the energy of rookies and hopefuls, each one striving to make their mark. The rhythmic thud of gloves against bags and the clanking of weights coming to rest filled the air, creating a symphony of raw power and ambition.

Near the heavy bags, Glass Joe and Star Mika were engaged in a spirited touch boxing contest. Mika, dressed in a PreCure t-shirt and pink shorts, was giving it her all and light on her feet, but Joe, ever the gentleman, was winning handily.

"Ah, Mika, you must anticipate, not just react," Joe advised, dodging her jab with ease.

Mika grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Nakuha ko, Joe. But don't think you've won just yet," she retorted, lunging forward with a left jab.

"Very close, but not close enough," Joe said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

Mika sighed but smiled, clearly enjoying the challenge. "You're good, Joe. Really good."

A few feet away, Von Kaiser was putting Niki through her paces on another heavy bag. The stern but supportive German coach watched intently as Niki's hooks pounded the bag.

“Gut, Wenig Stahl! But remember, power comes from the hips, ja?" Von Kaiser instructed.

"Like this, Coach?" Niki responded, adjusting her stance and unleashing a series of more effective blows.

"Ja, gut gemacht," Von Kaiser nodded, pleased with her progress.

On a neighboring heavy bag, Vanessa Maxwell was running Skye Ivy through a final set of drills. Skye, her White Sox tank top and black shorts, was dripping with sweat but still full of energy, throwing punches with a dancer's grace but a boxer's impact.

Skye executed a one-two combo followed by a quick bob and pivot into a left hook, her gloves smacking the bag with precision. "How was that, Coach?"

"Good, Skye, but don't forget to pivot on that back foot when you throw the cross," Vanessa instructed as she demonstrated the movement.

"Got it, Coach," Skye said, adjusting her technique. "I want to be ready for Reina."

"You will be," Vanessa assured her, "just keep putting in the work. Now give me ten more jabs, and make them count!"

Skye's fists flew, each jab a burst of focused energy. "You got it, Coach!"

“That’s my girl!” Vanessa smiled, eyes filled with pride, as Skye’s fists stabbed the bag.

Meanwhile, Aran Ryan was also working a heavy bag, but his movements were tinged with frustration. His punches lacked their usual finesse, each one a manifestation of his growing irritation.

"Ah, for feck's sake! I've got a match with Sandman, and not one spar to prepare." Aran shouted, his Irish accent thickening with his rising irritation. "Any of you rookies fancy a go with a World Circuit contender?"

The gym fell silent. No one seemed eager to take up Aran's challenge.

"Ah, what's the matter? Y'all scared?" Aran taunted, starting to show out and insult people. "Come on, don't be shy! Afraid you'll get your arses handed to you?"

Mika and Joe paused their touch boxing contest, both turning their attention to the spectacle unfolding before them. Mika clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing. "I've had enough of him. I'm going to—"

“Wait.” Joe gently grabbed her arm and pointed to a young lady calmly walking toward Aran. She was dressed in a plain sky blue tank top and light gray shorts, her white boxing gloves almost glowing in the gym's fluorescent lighting.

The young lady stopped in front of Aran, her expression cold and unreadable. "I'll spar with you," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Aran looked her over, his eyes raking her from head to toe. "You? Spar with me? Do you not know who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are," she replied, her voice eerily carrying an eerie calm that sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room. "The question is, do you know who you're challenging?"

Aran looked her up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. "Ah, look what we have here. A little birdie who thinks she can fly. You don’t want to do this, love? I won't be responsible for what happens to you."

The young lady simply smiled, a small, almost imperceptible curve of her lips. "You don't need to worry about me. Now, shall we?"

“A brave one, are ya, lass?” Aran chuckled, mockery in his eyes. "And who do I have the pleasure of sending to the infirmary?" Aran asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The young lady’s eyes never wavered, unfazed, unflinching, "My name is Alexandra, not 'lass' or ‘love’ or whatever else you were going to call me. Now get in the ring." Without another word, Alexandra turned and headed toward the closest ring.

The gym held its collective breath, everyone's eyes fixed on the ring. This was going to be interesting. Then, the whispers began. Everyone wondered about this mysterious young woman that had just thrown down the gauntlet.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #glass joe #von kaiser #aran ryan #vanessa kof #king of fighters #niki binary #star mika #skye ivy #alexandra (shiver)

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heartbeatsdouble · 4 years

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🌊 for jancy week: a much needed break~ 🌊

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spittyfishy · 2 years

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Hihi! Me again lmao :d

For Remnant Miu, which part of her personality would you play on? The more brash, aggressive (and sometimes overly confident) one, or her meeker, somewhat submissive(?) one? Or would you just give her a whole new personality altogether?

Hi again :D

So I think if she had the more meek personality all the time it might get sort of boring? That’s maybe not the right word, but like, I think Miu needs to be a more active player. She’ll be filling Kazuichi’s role by being the one to create all the weapons of mass destruction and the tech the others need, but I’d want her to also do more herself as well.

I think a combo of both personalities would work best, so like she’s very into all the despair and destruction stuff and very upbeat and confident (definitely party girl vibes), but as soon as Anything starts to not go her way she’s immediately whiny and sad and running to Kiibo for help.

Unlike Kazuichi however, I don’t think Miu would want her inventions to fail. With Kazuichi I think he’d sometimes kinda do sloppy work on purpose so the machines had a bigger chance at failing (and then not only would it break with likely explosive results possibly injuring himself but everyone would know it didn’t work and they’d hate him even more and think he was useless and so it’s just despair on top of despair and- I’m getting distracted lol it’s not about him rn)

But I don’t think Miu would do any of that. She’d be getting her despair from the inventions doing exactly what they were supposed to do, but that’s killing and destruction and decidedly Not helping humanity which is what she always wanted her inventions to do in the first place. Miu knows she’s useful, no one else in her class except Maybe Kiibo could do what she does (and she could always sabotage kiibo if it came down to it) so she can be as obnoxious as she wants and the others won’t do anything about it. She’s too important and she knows it.

That’s not to say she couldn’t get any despair from her inventions malfunctioning and being hurt, she definitely would, but she isn’t seeking that out on purpose.

So design wise, I doubled down on the straps and buckles from her usual look. They’re a little bit too tight though, and dig into her skin (despair from pain yay), she’s also got a lot of piercings, more than even showed up in the picture just based off pose and clothings (that’s why there’s bumps on her boobs, it’s more piercings. Her ears would have them too). So uh, I kinda gave her a Lot of bruises and scrapes lol (it got out of hand), those are largely Kiibos doing if you know what I mean (she’s still Miu after all lol)

Her hair’s a bit flatter since personal hygiene isn’t really a priority post tragedy (hard to even find shampoos and such, not to mention clean water.) I also changed her colour scheme to be less pinks and blue and more red!

Fun fact, Miu and Kiibo were the ones I’d originally planned out last time I started focusing on this au back when it just existed in my head lol

Oh yeah! And I’m tagging everything for this (so like all the asks and any additional art I’ll be doing) with ‘V3 remnant au’ if anyone wants to go back and see all the stuff!

#I am absolutely thriving off all these asks lol #my brain is just itching to make so much content and come up with more ideas #Miu is integral for what I have planned for kiibo!#miu iruma #remnants of despair #remnant miu #v3 remnant au #danganrompa ndrv3 #ndrv3 #danganrompa killing harmony #danganrompa #danganronpa

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wish-i-wasnt-a-coward · 3 years

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Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes.

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door.

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones.

Suffice to say, the twins were very different.

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb.

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle.

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips.

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist.

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression.

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”.��

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4”

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!”

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work.

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton.

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen.

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler.

“That’s really good pat-”

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun.

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school”

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands.

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building.

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job.

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched.

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded.

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe.

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work”

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will.

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director.

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t look marginally like a cave.

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects.

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before.

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid”

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding.

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep.

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was.

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family.

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree.

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day.

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

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Merry Go Round of Life

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Okay. This is a Howl’s Moving Castle AU. It’s going to be a mix of both the book and the movie because I adore both of them equally and for different reasons.

Also, no Din yet in this chapter. Sorry not sorry.

This will end up as Din Djarin x f!reader. At some point down the line.

Warnings: Uh. None? Light swearing maybe?

Chapter one: In which a curse is laid

In the land of Concordia, things such as three-league boots existed. Witches and wizards wandered the land. And, if rumors are to be believed, the moving castle has once again started coming down the hills towards Kalevala.

But you weren’t worried. Nobody had actually seen the wizard out and about. Nobody even knew his name, or spoke it. He was only ever the wizard of the moving castle. And nobody had a satisfying explanation for that, either. You’d stopped asking about him years ago.

You didn’t have time to be gossiping about some wizard, anyhow. Your mother-in-law was retired, and both of your sisters had their own lives, leaving the shop to you. Not that you really minded - you’d been raised in this shop, knew it better than anywhere else. You were content with this. Your sisters visited (indeed, Omera still worked in town, having taken over the bakery when the previous owners retired), the shop was busy enough to keep you busy and fed, and things were… calm. Predictable.

But really, you couldn’t complain. You were the youngest of three. You didn’t boast great beauty to match Omera, or great temper to match Cara. You were just… you. One of the best seamstresses in town, yes, but just you. And that was fine. That was… fine.

On this particular morning, you were humming a little as you carefully measured fabric for a dress. This was about the time of year when you were flooded with custom requests for parties and celebrations, and you often ended up taking your work home with you. You had some help in the shop, a young lady to man the front desk and chat with customers, but she was still in training. And you didn’t mind taking work home.

You tutted gently as you set two pieces of fabric together, checking the edges. “Very good,” you muttered to yourself. “You’ll be a handsome one indeed.” Chuckling at your own humor, you began to stitch the edges together. It wasn’t uncommon to find you chattering to yourself (and your sewing) as you worked. You got bored otherwise. The shop girl stayed out front, and you stayed in the back sewing unless you were needed to take measurements or consult.

It didn’t take long for you to have the skirt portion of the dress done. At least, done enough for now. You gently set it aside and stretched, rolling your shoulders and cracking your neck before you pulled the fabric over again to make the next cuts.

“At least the fabric is nice,” you murmured, gently running a hand along the rose-pink fabric to smooth it. “You’ll make a fine dress for the May Day dance.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Your own dress (if you had time for it this year) was already squirreled away in your bedroom, and had been ready for a while. You’d made sure Omera was taken care of, too. Cara was on her own - you didn’t even know if she’d be home for the festival this year.

You heard the bell over the door of the shop ring, but paid it no mind. Someone would yell if they needed you. Humming again, you picked up your sewing scissors, the nice heavy pair, and started cutting fabric.

“Hey, Vee.” You could hear the customer from where you sat, but you still didn’t move. Did you sometimes listen to gossip while you worked? Sure. Not your fault they were gossiping in your hearing range. “Have you seen the castle?”

A gasp as your assistant, Vee, caught on to the subject. “No! I haven’t been out to the edge of town.”

“The castle is right out there!” the customer told her in an excited murmur. “You can see it clearly, just over the hill outside of town.”

“So close?” Vee asked in a hushed tone. “What’s he doing?”

“Don’t know,” the customer replied. “Mother thinks he’s looking for someone.”

You snorted very quietly to yourself. He was a wizard. You doubted anyone in Kalevala would hold any interest for someone like him. Not that you’d actually met many (or any) wizards but you’d read plenty about them. And this place? Probably didn’t have anybody of interest to an actual wizard.

“Maybe he’ll come to the festivities,” Vee said dreamily.

“Maybe,” the customer hummed, sounding unconvinced. On this, you sided with her - you doubted seriously the wizard would show up to May Day. Ha! That would be a sight.

“Silly girls, the both of them,” you murmured to the dress. “But they’re young, I suppose they’re allowed to be silly.”

It wasn’t long after that when the customer left, and Vee went back to her tasks. You shook your head and refocused on your sewing. If you weren’t interrupted, you could have this dress done in another day.

Vee left at her normal time, and you closed up the shop. Nobody else had interrupted you, and you let out a sigh of relief once things were locked up tight. You worked for another hour or so by candlelight in the shop, and then carried a couple little things upstairs to work on in your apartment. Your apartment wasn’t much - a bedroom, kitchen/living area combo, and simple bathroom situated above the shop. But it was yours, and you didn’t have to share with anyone.

As much as you loved your sisters, you had been more than ready to strangle them by the time they moved out.

A glance at the calendar on the wall showed that you had exactly one week left until May Day. Plenty of time to finish the last two dresses, and any last-minute adjustments that came in. You stretched briefly and ambled into the kitchen to make some dinner.

The week passed as expected. You got your last two gowns done. You fixed and rehemmed and tweaked dresses for other customers. You even dealt with the one near-hysterical woman who came in the day before May Day a wreck because her toddler had ripped off some of the fabric roses on her dress. (That one was not an easy fix, and you gently scolded the dress for giving in to some toddler.)

May Day was always one of the biggest celebrations of the year, full of flowers and bright colors. You donned your dress, the “closed” sign already hung up in the shop window, and ventured out into the streets.

Things got more crowded the closer you got to the center of town, and soon you were dodging folks out making merry. You didn’t stop to join any of them, intent on your goal: your sister’s bakery. You’d been craving one of the cream cakes for weeks, and you were determined to get one.

A group of well-dressed young men stumbled out of a tavern in front of you, and one of them made a teasing comment that you only half paid attention to. You simply looked at him and then away, dismissing him and striding on. Honestly. Boys.

Finally, you made it to the bakery and (more or less) gently pushed your way inside. Omera was at the counter, handling payments and handing over cakes as fast as she could. She paused for a moment when she saw you before she smiled widely and called your name.

“Do you have a minute?” you shouted back at her over the dull roar inside the shop.

“I can spare one,” she replied, ushering you along the counter until she could lift up a flap for you. Grabbing your hand, she pulled you into the back of the bakery, nabbing a cream cake with her free hand.

“How many proposals have you had today?” you asked, teasing her gently. She was beautiful, and widowed a few years ago.

“I stopped counting after five,” she replied primly. “Sit and eat that.”

Grinning, you took the cake and sat down. “The dress looks good on you.”

“You knew it would.” She obligingly twirled for you though, showing off the whole thing. You nodded to yourself. Some of your finest work, probably. You’d be disappointed if the day ended without Omera receiving at least a dozen proposals. “Your dress is a little more plain this year, sister.”

“Hmm.” You stuffed a bite of cake in your mouth to buy yourself a little time. Which might have backfired on you, as Omera raised an eyebrow at you. You grimaced, just a little, and she huffed.

“Are you content to run the shop alone, then?”

“Maybe,” you muttered. “I don’t know. I haven’t--it hasn’t come up, recently.” You shuffled a little where you sat, uncomfortable now.

Omera softened a little. “You could have just as many proposals, if you wanted,” she reminded you, reaching over to tweak your ear gently. “You needn’t stay at the shop by yourself.” Her smile turned teasing. “I’d even take you on as an apprentice.”

“Apprentice!” you shot back, mock-outraged. “I have spent more than enough time in your kitchen to do better than that!”

“I seem to recall someone eating all the cookie batter one day and getting sick,” she shot back. The two of you collapsed into giggles for a few moments, until someone shouted for Omera. Then she sighed. “That would be the end of my break. I’ll come see you at the shop, okay?”

“Sure,” you agreed, standing and pulling her into a hug.

“Just think about it,” she whispered in your ear. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

You released her and made your way out of the bakery. More revellers filled the streets now, and your feet were trod on more than once as you made your way back home slowly. As night fell, bright blue and green fireworks shot into the air from outside of town, causing a great deal of commotion. Certainly they came from the wizard, but why nobody knew. You didn’t bother yourself overmuch with pondering, either.

The week after May Day continued quietly. This was to be expected - hardly anyone would need anything except minor alterations and repairs so soon after a holiday. You’d given Vee two weeks off to spend with her family and her intended, and so you were stuck manning the store instead.

The bell over the door tinkled and you looked up from a pair of socks you were repairing, and then paused. The woman who walked in was… odd. Very, very odd. For one thing, she was carrying a helmet propped against her hip, and she wore armor in blue and gray. Her hair was red and short, pulled back from her face. Her clothing under the armor was dark and nondescript - trousers and a long-sleeved shirt, essentially.

You blinked at her, nonplussed for a moment, and then stood up straight behind the counter. “Can I help you?”

“That remains to be seen.” She stepped closer to the counter, giving you a quick once-over. “You are the seamstress who made the dress for the baker? Omera, I believe her name is.”

You blinked again. “Yes.” It wasn’t unheard of for customers to refer to your other work, but it wasn’t exactly common, either.

She hummed acknowledgement of that and looked you over again. You had no idea what she was looking for, but she must not have found it, because she gave you a rather derisive look. “You’ll do.” She murmured something too low for you to hear, although it didn’t sound like Common to your ears, and flung one hand towards you, as if flinging water at you. Something cold dripped down your scalp, and you blinked rapidly at a feeling almost like vertigo. “There. That ought to do it.” She turned away sharply, and paused just before the door. “You won’t be able to tell anyone you’re under a curse, in case you were wondering.” And with that she was gone, out of the shop as quickly as she’d entered it.

#merry go round of life #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #howl's moving castle au

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💙 Tues 5 Jan ‘21 💚

Is today's biggest story really a pair of socks I mean WHY NOT am I right, that may as well happen! With impeccable timing, as the fandom and the world went bananas about Ho-livia WildStyle (a drag queen name for the ages right there), the first of the limited edition TPWK socks that people ordered basically on blind faith (you fully couldn't tell what they were going to look like at all on the website, and now we know why lmao) have arrived with a bang: they seemed to come with either blue or pink hearts, but in fact it turns out you get one of two color combos, either pink and white or, uh: BLUE AND GREEN HEARTS. I'm not one to carry on about like jeans and a green shirt or what have you but this is a CHOICE, and if the antis don't have performative burnings of their evil larrie merch honestly WHAT is the POINT; the resale market of the limited edition socks is already booming though so there's always that option, if either side can bear to conduct business across the divide. My question is, did they really time it to play out this precisely on purpose? Unlikely tbh, but if that's a thing they're capable of I have some THOUGHTS about the way other Harry merch takes like 4 months to arrive...

Larrie socks aside however, the real discourse continues to be about you-know-what, with the players out there fanning the flames wildly. There's too much nonsense to bother with it all (the quoted sources in the articles directly contradicting each other's stories also makes it difficult) so let's just... *spins wheel*....okay I landed on 'tabloids say Harry's wedding speech talked about his girlfriend Olivia' here goes. Sjksdfjks WHY would you be talking about your girlfriend of three weeks in a speech for your close friends' wedding, OMG, how uncomfortable and inappropriate is that?? Imagine if any of this were real, that Harry ('I'd take my time and make sure a thing was serious before telling people about it', end quote, I mean that's ALSO a stunt quote (oh the layers) but just pointing out that it's contradictory) starts dating his co-worker who just got out of a huge relationship and is also a famous person with presumably an interest in privacy, and immediately the two of you get to work setting up a big reveal to happen right away (even in a weird fantasy world where any of this is real the possibility that JEFF AZOFF'S WEDDING had the paps present for any other reason than to do EXACTLY what they were told is flat impossible- what pap or celeb outlet can afford to be on Jeff's bad list?!) and then he casually writes her into his speech (a guy who's so anxious and shy about public speaking and what to say that he begs people to write speeches for him and practices endlessly) uh huh, sure Jan. There are so many things about this that are ludicrous, but more to the point, none of the things they're saying hold up to scrutiny any better than this. There just isn't any point in taking them that seriously though; Harry is a closeted artist and, just like the many queer artists that came before him who he repeatedly reminds us are his icons, he both lets us know all day every day in a million ways that he's queer, and also plays the industry game and winkingly gives the press their Straight Guy Harry fodder. You don't have to like it, or indeed anything at all in this world, but people do need to accept that whether they like it or not is neither the point nor anyone (including Harry)'s responsibility to respond to or do anything about.

Like I said I can't cover every detail but! I always have a little space for the absurd: today, our best entrant is the possibility that the whole wedding we saw was a sham– fans ask, was this public spectacle Jeff and Glenne's actual wedding? Listen if anyone would be up for it it would be this crew, and if they did stage it I'm sure they had a good laugh! Suspicion has been cast on Glenne's dress (allegedly an untailored 2018 off the rack number), the small guest list (wouldn't they just wait and have a huge event?), and the fact that they invited paps there at all. It would make the no explanation robe pics EVEN FUNNIER though if you imagine that was for our benefit but left totally unadressed (undressed). ANYWAY Don't Worry Darling filming is back in business and Harry was papped some more today, out for a casual not at all pap walk hike with a work associate and multiple items of his own merch (including an unreleased hoodie design.) On the topic of DWD, sometimes a different perspective can be interesting-- for example considering whether Harry is the point of all this at all? Or is he but a bit player in the real DWD publicity drama, an elaborate and very public dramatic reconciliation between Olivia and her ex husband? Either way, he's neither a clueless dupe, a helpless pawn, or anyone's 'boy toy', so please: can we rein in the hand wringing and pointless Olivia bashing a bit?

Let's talk about something else shall we? For example! Liam's setlist, just released for the upcoming LP Show Act 4. Look at that song selection! Fireproof! Strong!! Through The Dark!! More exciting 1D faves! Plus Slow and Home With You off his EP, NICE, singles and more, it looks awesome. The Hugo Man fragrance relaunch is less exciting, featuring the dopiest possible articles full of chat about his skin care routine (oh shucks I'm just manly man, I don't have one at all... *names two products and refers to 'multiple moisturizers'*), trademark accidental candor (“I’m quite tired!”), and of course trying to describe a fragrance, always an entertaining gymnastics (“every time I spray it, it kind of takes me back to being on that rooftop in Berlin”), but also there are manly new pics of Lia.

A new song Niall co-wrote is coming out! The JC Stewart song, Break My Heart, will be out this Fri! Charlie Lightening posted pics from a year ago on the Walls music video set, featuring an intent Louis in the sun (and fashion voter underrated excellent Looks), and Louis commented on Dave Allen's post (“top man!”)-- the famous boxer is offering to help friends through lockdown by facetiming 3or 4 people a day for home workouts, damn, and also aww. That shitty Doncaster secondary school turned out some really sweet dudes, against all odds tbh. With Los Angeles experiencing some of the worst COVID surges we've seen since the beginning of the pandemic, Grammys organizers have elected to postpone the (already limited) ceremony. Originally scheduled for Jan 31 it is now TBA, tentatively for March. Harry's stalker, who menaced him in and near his London home in 2019, is being charged with violating his restraining order by attempting to contact Harry via social media, Global Fund for Women thanked Harry for donating, and HLDaily and other accounts were suspended for posting pap pics, always a risk, but one trick potato Jeff is on the job; HSD is back up and running, cause they can't have a proper stunt season without their most faithful mouthpieces. Niall continues to vote for himself on twitter threads about what to listen to in the New Year.

#1ddiscourseoftheday #everyone loves a powerful successful woman as long as she never ever visibly does anything to try to promote her interests #yes this is about extremely bad takes about Olivia Wilde and what she should or should not do #and what forms of publicity are okay and which are not for her to utilize to promote her film #you don't succeed in Hollywood by refusing to play the game!#Harry and Olivia are adult professionals doing something silly and not particularly time consuming #that has zero impact on their actual personal lives but is extremely effective for achieving their goals #it's just not that serious #hopefully he's tapping her professional relationship with John Frusciante to get Louis an intro lol #everyone freaking out about the reports that he already met her kids sjsjskaj I don't usually believe the Sun but like YES OFC HE DID #IT'S HARRY he probably had their names penciled in for tattooing by day two on set omg I'm sure they LOVE him #they'll be on his book subscription list forever now #but I do have something to say about the way people think buying Harry (or whoever's) merch or tickets or whatever #means they get a say in what that person should do because they're OWED something #and how it relates to the idea that sex workers sell their bodies rather than units of their time #both are wrong. You get what you pay for and nothing more- you get a show or a product but you don't get a controlling interest #in the case of Harry or of a sex worker part of what you purchase is the carefully crafted illusion of friendship and intimacy #but it isn't real #I realize this is terrible example to use because this fandom is virulently puritanical and anti-sex work and sex work adjacent jobs #see: 'eleanor doesn't have a job' 'beards don't work' 'get a real job' etc etc #but guess what that's THE WORST TAKE so I will continue to ignore it and act like I'm talking to people with better takes #until it's true #anyway I was personally favoring Wilde-Styles but that one's for you Amanda #long post

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #10times1occ

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toomanythought · 3 years

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A critique of the magic knight captain's outfits because that's the kind of mood I'm in.

1. Charlotte

I've decided that she has the best outfit of anyone here.

She's got several colors going on, but most of them are neutral so It's ok

Blue and silver with gold accents isn't really a color scheme you can go wrong with

Could use a little more armor, but overall a rather practical look

Could stand to loose the helmet but overall not bad

10/10 something I would wear

2. Dorothy

I'm loving the energy of the pink in this one.

Honestly very pretty aesthetic

Not a lot going on, pretty much only pink w/ some black and white accents (There are two different shades of pink but that's ok because they're in separate pieces and nothing else is going on)

The green on her hat really helps make the pink less overwhelming, a great choice

Minus points because those shorts look a little bit like underwear and her boots should probably be black.

9/10 wouldn't wear it but I'd recommend a friend

3. The Vermilions:

It's pretty much the exact same outfit but Mereoleona wears it so much better.

The red and orange is kind of a bad combo, and I thought it was basic knowledge that redheads should avoid wearing red

The blue does work to cut this a bit though, so it's not as overwhelming as it could be

Kinda iffy on the pink sash. It really should match the cape by outfit laws, but I think that would put too much red in the entire thing

Fuegoleon you're pretty but that outfit really isn't doing it for you. Minus points for the lack of titty window. In the future show more skin. 6/10

Like I said, it's basically the same outfit, but Mereoleona wears it with a very different energy and manages to make it look good. I get pirate queen vibes. 8.5/10

Overall 7/10; I might wear elements of it.

4. Rill

The clothing needs a different style/cut but the colors are decent.

His cape doesn't class with his hair, and he's got the light colors well balanced with the dark

He looks like he's outgrown his pants though

Like seriously

They're a bit too short to be wearing without boots

And at least wear some socks to cover it up

Gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and say he hit a growth spirt and Walter hasn't had time to let out the hems

Shoes make me think of Tinker belle

6/10 I like the colors but he really needs different pants, and maybe shoes

5. Yami

Surprisingly not the worst but I am not without criticism.

He's got an aesthetic going that allows him to get away with a bit

As an outfit it's ok, but there's a distinct lack of professionalism going on

Sir are you really going to wear nothing but a tank top 24/7?

Also the over pant thingies make it look like he's wet himself

I like the creativity with the squad robe. No one else wears it like that

His outfit was better when he was with the Grey Deer

Can' figure out what's up with those boots

5/10. I'd never recommend wearing it but it's got a practicality to it.

6. Nozel

My dude you're rich enough to afford a stylist.

We're not even talking about the hair at this point, there are so many things that need straightened out

The ocean/teal blue he's got going on does not work with the periwinkle.

Also what's up with the pant leg cut outs. I really fail to understand the practicality of them

Why are there sandals

We are fighting people

Please wear close toed shoes

Also feathers and fur? Get it together my dude

While we're at it the feathers are kinda ugly in arrangement

3/10 I feel like someone failed to successfully merge two different outfits together.

7. Kaiser

I don't have a lot to say. It's pretty bland.

Very shapeless and fluffy

I'm honestly getting hot just looking at it

Aside from the buttons + gloves and squad robe, there's not much going on

I don't have many critiques of the squad robe. It's purple and yellow. Nothing too horrible.

5/10. Very generic and boring. Don't like at all but it's hard to come up with concrete bad things

8. Jack

Sir do you understand the purpose of clothes

It looks like an armored outfit so you get practicality points

What is up with all the leather straps

They literally serve no purpose

Please put on a proper shirt that covers your midriff

The pants/shoes combo is kinda sketchy

He needs to have either the black or the green running all the way up

Bracelets?

2/10. It's just... ugly

9. William

Sir I know your life sucks but please learn how to dress yourself. Your squad wears the uniform too and you aren't doing them any favors.

Feathers and fluff. Are you a bird dude? Is that your magic? No. It's trees. I know you like birds but you don't need to look like one

Please don't get me started on the colors

For posterity's sake I will now list every color contained within this outfit:

White

Gold

Red

Dark Red

Tan? Light gold?

Dark blue

Lighter blue (but only in one place and it's not touching the dark blue)

Purple. Because this outfit needed some more pizzazz.

White

Black

Get some pink and green and you'll be representing all the squads with ease

The style and cut is actually pretty good but the colors are beyond horrid

He tells Julius that the mask is tacky and then continues to wear it

And also match the rest of his clothing to it

He should have kept the mask as a statement piece and kept the outfit as one or two colors.

Honestly a very in character outfit because it demonstrates his inability to choose a side

3/10 I guess. I like some things about it but there's just too much going on. Bad overall outfit. Needs help desperately. Ask Mimosa. I have a feeling she realized it was bad.

#no hate i love all of them #they just make questionable decisions regarding clothing #william please sort yourself out #also fuegoleon you could be doing so much better #black clover #yami sukehiro #william vangeance #charlotte roselei #dorothy unsworth #rill boismortier #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #kaiser granvorka #nozel silva #jack the ripper (bc)#cloverian clothes

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

Surprise!!! I'm back with a select few bonus #bamelia moments!! I just couldn't let the love story of Ben and Amelia die, I hope you don't mind. Love Always, Steph xx

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

warnings; none word count; 1865 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

They had done it, again. The Chelsea boys were lifting their second team trophy for the year, they had just won the Supercup. This was Amelia’s first competition final with the Premier League giants and if she had her way, this wouldn't be last. She was beginning to get addicted to the feeling of winning, of proving to every little girl out there and every sexist male she had ever come across, that anything boys can do, girls can do better. She was letting her results speak for themselves, she was making history and there was nothing that could bring her down from the ninth cloud she was currently riding.

As proud as she was over her own achievements, she was equally as proud of her friends. Whilst she wasn’t part of their Champions League victory, she knew that this moment was just as special to the team that just loved to win. The scenes before her were ones she hoped she would never forget - the look on Jorgi’s face as he lifted his third trophy of the last few months, the crinkles beside Mason’s eyes as he grinned at the camera that was desperate to capture every moment of the evening, the tinge of pink on the apples of Ben’s cheeks as he stood with his hands on his hips while he watched Amelia give her first post-match tactical analysis to the Sky Sports reporter - proud that she was his girl. These were the moments that made Amelia forget all of the hard times, or rather made her realise that all of the hard times were worth it to see her friends, her team, her man smile.

With every great victory comes an even greater after party, and even though the Super Cup final coincided with the start of the season, the boys still believed that they deserved an afterparty to celebrate. Captain Cesar Azpilicueta had kindly offered the grounds of his Surrey home to host the bunch of rowdy boys, and their onslaught on mates and partners on the Sunday afternoon between the Super Cup final and the first match of the Premier League 21/22 season. Whilst they were under strict instruction from the higher powers of Chelsea Football Club (namely; Thomas Tuchel) to keep the drinking to a minimum and to keep themselves out of trouble, the boys were allowed to be boys for one more night.

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“Benj, what are you wearing? I don’t know if I should wear a sundress or denim shorts! Please, I need help!” I shouted out to Ben who was currently somewhere in his large house.

“Why would my outfit be able to help you with that decision” I could hear his voice getting closer, his footsteps getting louder as he began to ascend the stairs up to the main bedroom that I had slowly started to take over in the last couple months.

“An opinion is all I’m after - stop being cheeky mate” I shoot back at him as I begin to stand up from my place in front of his wardrobe. It was still his wardrobe, he hadn’t asked me to move in yet so it was still technically his even if it was half full with my clothes. As I got to my feet, I turned to see him leaning in the doorway with his arms and ankles crossed over each other. Wearing a tee shirt and some denim shorts himself with a cap covering his ungelled hair - a request from me because it was much easier for me to run my hands through if it wasn’t laden with gel...and because it gave me an excuse to push it out of his face whenever I felt like it (which was often).

“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed in that outfit to be fair, however, that would also mean we would be skipping this afterparty altogether and be spending the afternoon celebrating in an entirely different manner” He states staring at me while I’m currently standing with my hands on my hips, staring at the shorts and tank top combo I have laid out on his bed - again, his bed not ours - he hasn’t asked me to move in yet so it was technically his even if it did have the new bed sheets I purchased a couple weeks back with the matching throw cushions on it. The barely-there outfit that I was currently sporting and that had him licking his lips as he pushed himself off of the doorway to walk to me and wrap his arms around my body from behind was a bralette and a pair of his Chelsea shorts.

“Ok sorted, you’re in denim shorts so I’m going to wear mine too. Done ok move get off me I need to change or we’re going to be late” I exclaimed as I pushed him off me with my hips. A bad move? Absolutely not. I got to feel all of him against me and remind him of what he gets to come home to every evening, if he choses.

“Wow what's the rush now Mils? Why are you walking around like you’ve got ants in your pants?” He questioned as he tightened his grip on me and turned me so I was facing him, looking up into his curious baby blues.

“And don’t say nothing, I’ve picked up on all of your tells already” He further questioned as he could see the wheels begin to turn behind my eyes, desperate to come up with an excuse to mask my jitters so I wouldn’t have to tell him the truth.

“I regret ever letting you become friends with Fede, he’s spilling all of my secrets...Ok fine. I’m nervous to see Jack. I haven’t seen him since...ya’know and I haven't spoken to him since I gave him a telling off before international break and Ben I promise you I haven't thought about him once but I’m still worried that there's unresolved anger there from him and I don’t want to get into it again just when we’re getting back into the groove of us and it’ll impact your friendsh-” my rambling was cut off by his lips, which were simultaneously reminding me to breathe between my words and leaving me breathless at the same time. He always did have a way with his lips, the power they held over me was unmatched by anything.

“Calm down love, I promise it’ll be okay. Jack and I have had it out already, a long chat on international duties which may have only been prompted because Mase and Dec locked us in the kit room after our first session, sorted it all out.” Ben reassured me as he began to rub his thumbs over my cheeks and his hands held both sides of my face.

“I do know he wants to apologise to you though - so don’t be surprised if he tries to do that early on in the evening. You know just how awkward he can be so he’ll probably spring it on you before you’ve even put your bag down.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna need to do a couple shots before we leave the house - you’re good to drive right?” I said as I walked from his grasp and down the stairs to grab the bottle of vodka for some good old fashioned dutch courage.

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Ben was right about Jack, he had approached the couple only moments after they had arrived at Azpi’s house. Amelia had spotted him making his way towards them so she began to walk in a different direction to Ben, stretching their interlocked hands and letting him go as she mumbled something about needing to put her bag down. Ben really knew both of them too well. Jack gave Ben a hug hello, still in the grovelling stage of repairing their friendship.

“Hey bro, how’s it goin?” Jack spoke as he pulled away from Ben.

“Yeah bro all’s good with me, how are you? Congrats on the move again, million dollar geez you are, aren’t ya? Don’t forget me when you're mingling with Messi in a couple years” Ben joked back with the boy who has been literally a brother to him for the last few years.

“Ahhh you’re jokin me, could never forget a brother could I? We’re basically blood at this point I reckon. Where’d Mils run off ta?” Jack questioned with his arm around Ben’s neck, both of the boys looking out into the garden for the girl in question.

“Right here super Jack” Amelia spoke from behind them. During their brief discussion, Amelia had put her bag down and ran inside to grab herself a drink before walking out to face the music of Jack’s apology. Overhearing how lighthearted he was with Ben, coupled with the reassurance that Ben had provided her earlier in the evening plus the two or three vodka shots she had downed in their kitchen before coming to the afterparty had meant that she left her worries at the door.

“Mils, darlin', you already know what's coming but I truly am sorry...to both of ya ya’know. Benny, we’ve already had it out and it took me ages to get over that black eye but please believe me when I tell ya I am so sorry for treating you that way Amelia. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry and I regret nothing more than how I made you feel.” Jack could feel himself getting teary whilst thinking about how he made the girl feel, how he made his best mate and chosen brother feel, how he really put a spanner in the works of their blossoming relationship.

“Jack, I’m not going to say it was ok because it wasn't. But it wasn’t just your fault, I also played a part in it that has me cursing myself every day for ruining things with Benj. I forgive you, Jacky.” Amelia spoke while reaching up and wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck to give him one of her signature squeezy hugs, to truly convey that she was moving on from their tumultuous past and hoped that he could stop beating himself up over it and do the same.

Jack had left the couple to return to the table and grab himself a refill of his drink. Ben’s arm had found its natural position around Amelia’s shoulders as they both stood there looking out at their friends. However, Ben was looking down at Amelia. Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes focused out on the yard, Amelia spoke only loud enough for Ben to hear.

“So, you gave Jack a black eye over me huh? That’s hot”

Amelia took a few steps forward before turning to look at the expression on Ben’s face as she continued to walk away from him, backwards. The slight shock turned into a full on smirk as he walked towards her eager to close the gap between them with a kiss. He knew she loved him with her whole heart, but he hoped that she would understand just how much he loved her right back.

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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Like Lipstick Stains On His Skin

SHIPS: Remile

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders

WARNING: Anxiety, references to heartbreak

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

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A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile Picani had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember.

The moment he had first laid eyes on Remy Sanders, his initial thought had been that that was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. And, after getting to know him better, Emile’s thoughts only solidified; Remy was funny and sarcastic, smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and casually flirty in a way that made Emile’s heart stop and pound and ache all at once.

And Emile’s feelings had only strengthened as they grew up together.

From awkward teenagers still figuring out their sexualities to adults with their own homes and jobs and independent lives, Remy and Emile had stayed friends through it all, sticking together like glue since they’d first met in middle school. They knew almost everything about each other, and they were best friends.

But that was just it – they were friends. Nothing more.

And Emile was... fine with that. He was fine.

He loved Remy. Loved, loved, loved Remy.

And, sure, it hurt when he was with Remy, but not really with Remy, not in the way Emile always wanted to be. It hurt to be around him and know that it would only ever be platonic, that his best friend would never love him back in quite the same he loved him.

But time spent with Remy was better than time spent with anyone or anything else. And Emile knew that Remy cared deeply for him, too.

Emile could take the heartache if it meant he never lost his best friend.

When Emile heard the knock on his front door, he immediately recognised it as Remy’s. He jumped up – perhaps a little too enthusiastically and excitedly, but the only person that could see him right now was himself, so there was nobody around to judge. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. Remy’s eyes lit up when he saw Emile, and he grinned.

Emile would never admit aloud to the tremble of his heart in his chest at the expression on his best friend’s face, but he did immediately squish down the traitorous hope that emerged every time Remy looked at him like that. Which happened almost every time they saw each other.

“Hey, Remy! You’re here early,” Emile said.

“Hope that’s chill, babe. I was not watching the time.”

(Emile did his best to ignore the feelings that the use of the nickname ‘babe’ stirred up.)

Remy’s sunglasses were propped up on his head, as they often were, and his warm brown eyes were on display. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, too, as he usually was, with a white crop-top – with the word ‘bitch’ across the front in block capitals – underneath, exposing his midriff.

It took effort for Emile to keep his eyes from drifting downwards.

“It’s fine, Remy,” Emile smiled, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his best friend’s face. “You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Remy laughed. “If you keep saying that, I’ll end up showing up here at 4am when I’m drunk.”

“Well, I would rather you came here than go somewhere else and get yourself hurt.”

“Even if that means I wake you up from whatever candy-coloured, cartoon-filled dreams you’re having?”

“Mhm!”

“Damn, gurl, you really are sweeter than sugar, huh? How the hell did someone like you end up being besties with someone like me?”

“Aww, Remy, I think you give yourself too little credit.”

Remy laughed again. “Nah, babes, I love myself. I’m just kinda an asshole sometimes.”

“Isn’t everyone sometimes?” Emile said.

“Not you, apparently. Come on, you’re basically an angel, like, 24/7 and I have legit no idea how you do it. You’ve got the patience of a saint and a smile that literally gives me toothache just looking at it. You’re downright adorable.”

Elation bubbled up in Emile’s heart, and those bubbles filled his chest and spilled over in the forms of happy giggles. He covered his smile with his hand, and practically melted on the spot at the soft, fond look that crossed Remy’s face for just a moment – almost unnoticeable, but Emile paid enough attention that he saw it – before being replaced with Remy’s usual grin.

“Do you want to come in?” Emile asked, still smiling.

“Sure.”

Emile stepped to the side, and Remy’s arm brushed against his own as he walked past him. He hoped the stuttered breath at the contact wasn’t obvious.

“I like the new tie,” Remy commented as Emile shut the door and turned to face him.

Emile perked up. “Oh, you noticed!”

“Course I did,” Remy said. “I’ve seen every tie you’ve got like a million times. I could tell that one was new basically as soon as you opened the door.”

“Aww, Remy... you’re great. The best friend a guy could have!”

Emile’s smile was soft, fond, and so, so caring, and – for just a moment – he could have sworn that Remy looked flustered to be the recipient of it: wide-eyed and as still as a statue. But then, the moment passed, and Remy’s expression smoothed over and returned to normal, and Emile was sure that he’d only imagined it.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “You noticed when I got that new skirt last week, even though it’s identical to my old one-”

“Your old one had a big hole in it! The new one didn’t.”

“Yeah, so I had to get a new one ‘cos it made my ass look great and I wasn’t ‘bout to give that shit up, you know? Ooh, and I especially love it paired with those heels that get everyone looking at my legs, ‘cos that combo makes me look fab AF.” Remy paused. “You know what, I think that’s kinda beside the point. Any-gay, you noticed ‘cos you’re cool like that, so me noticing your tie is, like, nothing.”

“Aww, Remy,” Emile reached forward, and poked Remy’s arm. “It’s not nothing, most people wouldn’t even be able to tell! You’re my best friend, and it makes me really, really happy that you notice these kinds of things.”

Remy’s expression softened. “Well, then I guess it makes it pretty special then, huh?”

Emile felt like screaming. Or kissing Remy. Or kissing Remy and then screaming.

(Though, really, if Emile ever got the chance to kiss Remy, he’d be too busy savouring it to even think of doing anything else. Too busy savouring the feeling of warm lips against his own, of Remy’s gentle hand against his cheek, of a chest pressed against his own, of being so close to the one person he wanted to be close to more than anything else in the world. But he never thought he’d ever get the chance.)

Emile stumbled over his words, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other as he fiddled with his hands. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, and wasn’t sure if he even could without losing control of his mouth and accidentally confessing his undying love for his best friend.

“Um...” he trailed off.

Remy laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair and glancing away.

“So, uh... what did- what did your patients think of your new tie?”

“Oh!” Emile perked up again, at once both disappointed and relieved by the return to the original topic of conversation. “Yeah, two of them complimented it. And someone said the red was a nice change from the usual pastels, so I think it was a big hit!”

He smiled, and Remy immediately smiled back.

“Nice.”

“I think the pink tie’s still my favourite, though.”

“Mine, too. It’s a classic Emile colour.”

Emile laughed. “There are classic Emile colours?”

“Sure, there are! You’ve got your baby pink, baby blue and, you know,” Remy reached out, tugging gently on Emile’s cardigan sleeve. “You’ve got your cardigan-colour. I’ve, like, barely ever seen you without this thing. How many of these do you have? Like, a hundred?”

Emile giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand. “I have two. And they’re both a little different!”

“Right, right,” Remy nodded. “One’s, like, a little bigger.”

“Mhm! And this one’s a bit softer.”

Remy nodded again, slowly and with an amused tint to his smile. “So, are we gonna, like, move, or are we gonna stand in your hallway forever?”

“Oh, right!” Emile said, like he’d only just remembered that they were still stood at his front door.

He moved past Remy, gesturing for his friend to follow as he went into the next room and sat down on the couch. Remy immediately flopped onto it beside him, getting comfortable on the soft, squishy cushions. He leant back lazily and stretched.

“Ooh,” Remy finally said, straightening up. “I bought a new lipstick yesterday!”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“It’s, like, pink. It matches the shoes I bought last week, and it makes me look killer. I’m gonna get all the guys’ eyes on me, so it sucks that I can’t wear it when I’m, like, actually looking to kiss strangers, you know?”

Emile ignored the pang of pain in his heart, and did his best to smile encouragingly.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” he said. “I- I bet you look great in it. And it- it's a shame you can’t wear it when you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tempted to, you know, but, like, if I’m wearing lipstick, then I won’t know if any marks my lips make are ‘cos of my lipstick or ‘cos of soulmate shit, right?” Remy continued, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “And, like, what’s the pointing of making out with people if I can’t also know if they’re my soulmate?”

“Right.”

“So, I can only wear lipstick when I’m not looking for people to kiss. Sucks, but it’s gotta be done.”

Emile nodded slowly. Then, he paused, and his brow creased in thought.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick when you’re with me,” he said. “Even when we’re going out and it’s just us, no- no kissing strangers involved. How come?”

Remy froze in place.

“Uh...”

Emile blinked at him. He tilted his head questioningly. “Hmm?”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Remy’s head, while he searched for an answer that he obviously did not have or did not want to share. He looked... flustered, in a way that Emile had almost never seen him before – opening and closing his mouth a few times – and Emile just couldn’t seem to figure out why.

Remy and Emile just stared at each other, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Emile was confused, not wanting to speak up at the risk of interrupting whatever Remy wanted to say. He also absolutely would not let his mind wander to the any possibilities that would fill him with hope.

A crushed hope was definitely not something Emile wanted to deal with, not right now.

Remy cleared his throat. He swallowed.

“Um- there’s...” he then huffed, looking down at his lap and running his fingers through his hair. He let out an awkward laugh, and then looked back up at Emile. “I... okay,” he sighed. “There’s something I think I should probs tell you.”

Emile stared at him, blinking. “What is it?” He asked.

“It, uh...” Remy sighed again. “I have no idea how you’d react to this. The thing I want to tell you... it could probs mess up our friendship.”

“Remy...” Emile said softly. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, and I promise you this won’t mess anything up, okay?”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“I don’t need to. I know you.” Emile leant forward slightly, giving Remy his best attempt at a soft, reassuring smile.

Remy stared at Emile for a second. Then he laughed again, a strange mix of awkwardness and nervousness and with a hint of slight joy, too – with a confusing, even a little alarming, effect. His eyes never left Emile’s smile.

“Jeez, babe. How are you making this so much harder but so much easier at, like, the same time?”

Emile blinked. “Um... is that good?”

“Dunno. But...” Remy took a deep breath. He clenched his hands into fists, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he turned back to Emile. “Okay... wow, I’ve wanted to tell you this for forever, but, like, fuck, this is terrifying.”

Emile’s expression creased with concern. He reached forward, looking him over worriedly, and rested his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“Remy, are you okay? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he frowned slightly.

“No, I- I want to tell you. God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about telling you about my feelings.”

Feelings. Feelings, feelings, feelings.

Did that mean what Emile thought it meant?

The hope rose up, though he tried so hard to squash it down, but it was like trying to fit something large in a container too small and he could hardly keep it from filling up and overwhelming him. His breath stuttered, and he was sure he tensed up and froze in place for a moment, before he finally regained his composure and physically relaxed.

“Feelings?” He asked, in a voice slightly more strangled than before. “What feelings?”

Remy let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that’s- that’s what I’ve gotta talk to you about. My- my feelings... for you.” He took another deep breath. “I... I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too,” Emile answered back immediately. “Haven’t we said this before?”

They had. The two best friends had been friends for so long: exchanging ‘I love you’s was practically part of their routine, by now.

But it had always been platonic, at least from Remy’s side.

Right?

“We- we have...” Remy said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. I love you. Like, love love. Like the head over heels in love kind. The- the I can never stop thinking ‘bout you kind. The, fuck, you’re so gorgeous kind. The kind that means I’m, like, basically always thinking about you and about kissing you and about how, wow, you’re- you’re just amazing. I mean, damn, I know last week when I told you that you’re my favourite person, I kinda said it like a joke, but I meant it. I like really, really meant it.”

When Remy realised that he was rambling, he clamped his hand over his mouth, like it was the only way to get the words – the pretty, pretty words that had set Emile’s heart aflutter – to stop tumbling out.

Emile was frozen.

He stared, wide-eyed at his best friend.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, in a strangled voice.

He was sure that his face was already bright red.

“Great.” Remy sighed, removing his palm from his mouth and burying his face in his hands. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” He mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “I- I know you don’t feel the same way, babe, and it’s fine. It’s totally, totally fine. I’m happy just being friends with you, ‘kay? You- you don’t have to return anything. It’s- it’s whatever. It’s chill.”

Emile’s brain had broken. He could hardly think anything other than the words ‘Remy’ and ‘love’ just over and over on repeat.

Instead of saying anything in response to that – as he wasn’t even sure if he could – he just suddenly burst into nervous, delighted laugher. Emile was sure he sounded like he was crazy, especially when Remy turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did- did you really mean that?” Emile asked when he could finally collect his thoughts enough to speak, which took slightly longer than he would have liked it to.

Remy blinked. Then, his expression softened.

“Of course, I did,” he said. “I’d never lie to you about something like this, Em.”

“So, you... you really mean it?” Emile asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Remy said. He hesitated for a moment, before nervously adding: “Do you- I mean, is it-”

“I love you, too.”

There was a beat.

Remy stared back at him, wide-eyed. The moment of silence was somehow simultaneously nerve-racking and also soft and so, so exciting, because, oh my gosh, Remy loved him. Remy loved him, he loved him, he loved him!

Love! Love! Love!

And, oh, heavens above, Emile was about to start wiggling excitedly because, gosh, he really, really just had to kiss Remy, right now. And maybe – maybe, maybe, maybe – Remy would say yes if he asked.

Emile let out another giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

“You... you do?” Remy asked, eyes wide and hopeful, and Emile was suddenly glad that the sunglasses were propped up on his head, as his expression was always much easier to read that way.

“Yeah,” Emile responded, equally soft. “I really, really do.”

“Wow. Just- just wow.”

Emile reached forward, impulsively cupping Remy’s cheek with his hand, and Remy froze. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, gosh- sorry,” Emile apologised. “I should’ve asked-”

He moved to take his hand away, but was stopped by Remy covering Emile’s hand with his own.

“You’re good- you're- yes. Yes.”

And, well, that was exactly the answer that Emile had wanted to hear.

He leant forward, and finally – finally! – did the thing he’d most wanted to do for years. Years. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Remy, he’d thought about it.

He kissed Remy.

Softly. Carefully. Holding Remy’s face so delicately like he was holding something precious.

And the way Remy was kissing him back...

Emile had seen Remy kiss people before – strangers, friends – and he’d always kissed them like he was doing it for fun, not love. He’d never seen Remy kiss anyone as gently as Remy was kissing him, right now.

Bubbles of delight and fireworks of excitement were going off in Emile’s heart and his mind.

He sighed happily into the kiss, and he could suddenly feel Remy smile against his lips.

Emile broke the kiss with another delighted giggle and Remy couldn’t help but just start laughing with him, too. And, of course, that just made Emile’s giggles louder and more enthusiastic.

He was so focused on the laughing and the delighted feeling in his chest from the fact that he had just kissed Remy, that Emile didn’t immediately notice that Remy’s lips were suddenly pink – a light, pastel pink that certainly hadn’t been there before.

And, in fact, it was Remy who halted the laughter first, by freezing in place and staring – yet again wide-eyed – at Emile’s own lips.

Emile paused, and tilted his head in confusion.

“Remy?”

Remy opened and closed his mouth a few times, never taking his eyes off of Emile’s lips.

“Em... your- your lips.”

Emile blinked. He reached a hand up to his own lips, and swiped a finger across them. He then looked back down at his hand, and found nothing – no blood, no anything.

He paused, and then turned his head to look at the mirror that hung on an opposite wall.

His eyes landed on his reflection, and he finally noticed that there was a smear of shiny silver across his lips that definitely, definitely hadn’t been there before.

Emile sucked in a breath as Remy turned his head to look into the mirror, and he realised that Remy’s lips were now a lipstick-like pink, when he certainly hadn’t been wearing any just before the pair had kissed.

“We’re-” Remy started.

“Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Oh,” Remy echoed.

They turned their heads to stare at each other, equally wide-eyed and shocked and excited.

Soulmates.

They were soulmates.

And then Remy surged forward, and kissed Emile again.

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Order Up ◈ z.cl

brought to you by the Neo’clock Past and Future New Years event by @nct-writers

◈⇢ Synopsis: During a busy shift at the Neo Drive-In Diner, your crush from school, Zhong Chenle, and his popular group of friends pull up. They order food, as expected, but Chenle has another request for you.

◈⇢ Genre: Fluff, 1950s AU, high school AU, retro drive-in diner

◈⇢Pairing: High school crush!Chenle x Waitress!reader (fem)

◈⇢ Warnings: many mentions of food

PLEASE NOTE: Per usual with my fics, Tumblr duplicated a paragraph. Please don’t mind it :) thank you!

⇢ [EDIT: it deleted a paragraph too D: Tumblr, apologize >:(]

⇢ [EDIT: lmao nvm I fixed it ayee 😎]

◈⇢ WC: 1.6k words

“Order up!”

Sighing at the call of yet another order, you adjust your pink roller skates before gliding over to the counter to collect the finished order from one of the cooks who’s clearly had a long shift, as you could tell from the tone of his voice. Through the noises of the busy kitchen with burgers grilling, french fries sizzling, and fellow carhop waitresses skating back and forth from inside the kitchen to the vehicles parked outside, you could still make out the lyrics to Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock playing from the speakers.

“I sure would be delighted with your company,” you sing along, “Come on ‘n do the Jailhouse Rock with me.”

“Y/n! Hurry up already!” You jump at the sound of the head waitress’ voice, interrupting your mini sing-along. Straightening your posture, you say, “Yes ma’am.”

Balancing two trays of food on your left arm, you read the written order in your right. Light blue Ford Thunderbird, 2 bacon cheeseburger meals, 2 strawberry milkshakes. You skate out the door, careful not to drop the trays of food, and pass by a row of cars until you see the light blue convertible the meals belonged to. Displaying your brightest smile and cheeriest voice, you stop at the side of the car and read, “Two bacon cheeseburger meals with a pair of strawberry milkshakes?”

The older couple in the vehicle nodded their heads. “That’s us,” the man in the driver’s seat stated. You pass over their meals and napkins, collect the money, and wish them a good meal before heading back into the kitchen.

It’s been a very busy shift, considering it’s a Saturday afternoon, and it’s definitely kept you on your toes. On days like this, you’re especially thankful for the swift and easy transportation you’re provided by the roller skates you and the other waitresses are ordered to wear with your uniform - a collared button-down top, a poodle skirt, and a half apron. And of course you can’t forget the perky little hat with your restaurant’s logo on it. The smell of the food, the laughter, the rock music playing on the radio, and the feel of the wind blowing by you on your skates as your skirt swayed in the wind - it all makes this job worthwhile.

Before you reach the doors to go back inside, a honking noise behind you stops you in your tracks. You turn toward the car pulling up in an empty spot and prepare to take their order. Hurriedly, you pat down your uniform trying to find your notepad tucked away somewhere in one of the pockets. Although distracted, you decide to waste no time and get right into your introduction while still searching for the notepad. “Hi there and thank you for stopping at Neo’s Drive-In Diner, the finest carhop service in-“

“Well if it isn't Y/N L/N.” You’re interrupted by the voice of one of the most popular boys at your high school.

Looking up, you meet the eyes of Lee Jeno, sitting in the passenger’s seat, and give him a polite smile. “That’s me. It’s good to see you, Jeno.”

“Hey.” Behind the wheel, and closest to you, sat Zhong Chenle, the boy you’ve been crushing on since you’ve met him. With his elbow propped up on the car door, he greets you with his charming smile.

“Hey,” you respond, smiling a little too hard. You turn towards the back of the car and wave at his other two friends, Jisung and Jaemin. The four of them, as well as a few other friends that complete their clique, are the most talked about kids in your high school. Although you don’t consider yourself popular at all, you have grown a bit of a friendship with Chenle, who you’ve just recently started growing comfortable speaking to on a regular basis. With your budding friendship with Chenle, you’ve also grown closer with his popular group of friends.

“Nice wheels,” Chenle complimented, pointing at your skates.

Flattered, you giggle and thank him. “And you too! What is that, a ‘57 Chevrolet Corvette?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ah, so you know your cars, huh? Impressive.”

“I do see a whole lot of ‘em these days, ” you say, gesturing towards the several automobiles around you.

Flashing his incredibly attractive smile, Chenle beams at you, making you shyly look down at your skates while adjusting the collar of your uniform.

“Uh, yeah... enough of the flirting. This is my ride by the way. He’s just driving it ‘cause he begged me to let him,” Jeno laughs, ignoring Chenle’s hard glare. “He thinks he’s hip now since he got his license the other day.”

“Well, you look like you were made for the driver’s seat,” you wink at him, somehow hiding the shock you felt at the unexpected boost of confidence you just displayed. Raising the notepad you finally found in the waistband of your skirt, you ask, “What can I get you, boys?”

“What’re you doing talking to those dreamboats over there?” your friend and coworker Molly says, nudging your side with her elbow as you both stood in the kitchen waiting for your next deliveries.

“Just... talking,” you say, eyeing her.

“Isn’t that Chenle and his crew?”

You turn to look out the window and see Chenle running his hand through his hair, checking himself out in the side view mirror of the car. He and his friends were singing along to the radio while waiting for their food. Something about Chenle in his varsity cardigan and slacks, sitting in the front seat of a shiny, red convertible was so attractive to you.

“Yup, that’s them.”

“When’re you gonna ask Chenle out?” she says with a smirk.

You turn towards her, wide-eyed. “What?! What makes you think I wanna ask him out?”

She shrugs and raises her hands in defense. “I dunno. It couldn’t possibly be because of the countless times you’ve been caught staring at him in geography class.” You glare at the evident sarcasm in her tone. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to ask out someone as dreamy as him.”

“Exactly. I’m sure someone already has and he’s not available for me to ask out anyways. Hell, he may even have a date later tonight.”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Whatever, y/n. I find that real hard to believe. He seems into you.”

You gape at her, unconvinced, and look back out the window where you met Chenle’s gaze. You quickly hide your face, wondering if he was really staring at you or looking for someone with their orders to speed up.

“Order up! Red Chevrolet Corvette. Four burger and fries combos. Four Coca-Colas.”

Molly pats your back and you take that as a cue to pick up their orders and deliver them. At the counter, you grab all four meals and shuttle them out to the car with ease. As you approach the car, the boys cheer, hoot, and holler at the arrival of their food, turning the heads of the customers in the surrounding vehicles.

“Alright, alright,” you laugh, as you begin to quiet them down, passing out the trays. As soon as they receive their meals, they begin digging in like animals, except for Chenle who was taking out his wallet to pay you.

“Here. Keep the change,” he says, placing the money in your hand as you feel a much heavier amount than expected. Before you can object to the extra pay, he says, “Oh, and I have something to ask you”, leaning closer to you from his seat, separating himself from the noise his friends were making.

“What’s up?”

“So, we’re planning on watching A Night To Remember at the drive-in cinema later tonight. If you want, we can pick you up after your shift and drive over there together. We might even go bowling after the movie. I mean, you don’t have to, of course. I know these guys can be a bit wild but Jeno’s bringing a date anyways and you wouldn’t even have to talk to the others if you don’t wanna-” He stops himself, noting the shocked expression on your face. “I’m sorry…”

“No! No, no need to be sorry for anything, I just- I- You want me to come with you?” you question.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, with a hopeful look on his face. “I know taking a girl out on a date typically doesn’t involve rowdy friends, but uh-”

“A date? Chenle, I’d be glad to be your date under any circumstances,” you say, smiling widely at the offer.

“Really? Sweet! I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours.”

“Sounds good!”

You could hardly hide your excitement. You skate twice as fast back to the kitchen and almost forget you’re still on the job. As soon as you find Molly, you share the news of your date with Chenle and the both of you nearly squeal with delight before Molly is called to take another order. Turning around, watching her skate out the door, you make eye contact with Chenle who must have seen you freak out with Molly just seconds earlier.

You stand there staring at him, frozen and slightly embarrassed, and he stares back with his burger up to his mouth. After a few seconds of unbroken eye contact, he starts laughing. His laughter immediately brings a smile to your face and soon enough, you’re laughing with him through the window. His friends begin to wonder what he’s laughing at and why, and you see the expression on Chenle’s face shift once the boys start teasing him and laughing. Now that it’s his turn to be embarrassed, you find the exchange quite hilarious. Watching him made the grin on our face stretch from ear to ear.

“You better not be flirting with customers on the job, young lady.” The head waitress said from behind you, reeling you back into the present.

“Order up!”

a/n: thank you for reading hehe :3

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