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e-dubbc11 · 5 months ago

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i just realized that i had my asks for the summer sleepover ready but i didnt send them...ya know, like an idiot 🫠

I’ll deal with him.

He won't hurt you again, I promise.

but not with reader...with sweetest pain's very own teenage!anna 😭😭😭 i just really need protective dad!billy 🥹

Hello my darling friend! ♥️

This was such a fun ask so thank you for sending it in and for participating in my summer sleepover. I know how much you love this series and this little family so I really hope you like what I did here.

Always Her Hero

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader and Teenager! Anna Raven

Warnings: Swear words, fluff, protective Dad! Billy

Word Count: 2.5K-ish

Summary: At 16, Anna Raven gets her first boyfriend. Her parents have a bit of a hard time watching her grow up.

A/N: I hope it’s ok I told this from Billy’s POV. Part of The Sweetest Pain Series, read the rest of the collection HERE

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Don’t you give me that look, Billy Russo. I saw you squeeze that kid’s hand tighter than you should have when you shook it. He’s 16, baby.” She said after watching your daughter leave on her first date.

Her arms were folded protectively across her chest and she glared at you playfully with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, trying to look intimidating but she just managed to look adorable and beautiful as always.

Even after all these years and two kids later, she’s still such a little firecracker, and still just as stunning as the first day you saw her. She wandered into your tattoo shop wanting to get a sleeve done and the rest is history.

Well, it didn’t happen that quickly. It took a long time to express how you really felt about her but luckily for you, she felt the same way.

You made her your wife and she gave you everything you had ever wanted including two great kids. Your oldest, Anna Raven, was the perfect combination of you and y/n from her looks down to her ambition and strength.

And your son, Dylan, well, let’s just say he’s more like you in ways you hoped he would have been more like his mother.

“Where were they going again?” You asked.

Y/n moved a stray hair away from your face that had tumbled into your eyes and then brushed your beard with her thumbs. She gave you a warm smile and pressed her lips gently to yours. She always knew how to ease your tension.

“They were going to drive go-karts, my love. He said he would have her home by 10:30, sharp.” She said and then paused. “Billy, I know this isn’t easy for you. Hell, it’s not easy for me either; she’s our baby…our Little Raven. But we can’t stop her from growing up.”

Anna may have your eye color but the shape of her eyes were her mother’s and they were kind just like hers.

But you were a teenage boy once, you knew how they operated, and didn’t even have a real relationship until you fell in love with y/n. You just wanted to protect your little girl.

Until now, you have always been around to protect Anna from any harm. When she was learning to walk, you tried to prevent her from hitting her head, tripping on anything, or falling. But she wasn’t a toddler anymore and you couldn’t follow her around forever.

“I know, sweet girl. I’m just…still getting used to it.” You said, sheepishly.

She took your hand in hers, smiled again and said, “Come on, soldier. I think I have a piece of chocolate in the kitchen with your name on it. We can mourn our little girl growing up together.”

That night you sat on the couch with your wife looking at pictures of Little Raven from when she was a baby and all the way up until now.

“Remember this day, baby?” You asked.

You were holding up a picture of Little Raven doing her first tattoo. She tattooed her name on your leg and y/n lost her mind when she came into the studio to pick Anna up and found her with a tattoo pen in her hand.

“I still can’t believe you let her do that, Billy. Good thing you didn’t get caught!” Said y/n. “She looked at me with the biggest smile on her face too. ‘I’m tattooing, Daddy! Look Mommy!’” She said with a smile.

You brushed it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ah, we weren’t open yet for the day anyway.” You told her.

“Both of you…little sneaks.” She said.

All of a sudden, you heard a car door close out front in the driveway. Closing the photo album, you absentmindedly tossed it onto your wife’s lap and crept over to the front door.

“Billy Russo, don’t you dare spy on our daughter’s first date!” She whisper yelled at you. “She’s gonna catch you and when she does, you’re gonna feel the wrath of your own temper from our child.”

She wasn’t wrong. Anna did have your temper.

The entryway into your house was dark but the outside light was on so you could see both of them awkwardly standing on the steps, trying to figure out what to say next, and that’s when he leaned in and kissed her.

As hard as you tried to keep from clenching your fists and your teeth, you couldn’t do it. You even thought you had a cause to get mad because she got home later than her curfew but that wasn’t the case either.

It was 10:25.

The kid even brought her back home early…shit.

You had drifted away for a minute and snapped back to now when you heard a key in the door. It’s a good thing you had long legs because it only took you a few strides to make it back to the living room before Anna walked in.

“Mom? Dad?” Anna called out.

“We’re in the living room, baby.” Said y/n. “Sooooo, how was your date?”

Little Raven rolled her eyes at her mother. “It was fine, Mom. Jake’s a nice guy.”

“You had a good time then, Miss?” You asked.

Anna dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes again.

“Yes, Dad. I had a good time.” Said Anna, looking at the photo album cover. “What are you guys doing with the photo album?”

You exchanged a look with your wife, knowing Anna hated when the two of you would make jokes, you decided to mess with her a little bit.

“Oh Mom and I were trying to decide which picture to show Jake the next time he comes over. Which one do you like better? This one of you in the bath? Or this one of you crying after we washed your ‘tattoo sleeve’ off?” You said, holding up the two photos side by side.

“Don’t you dare, Dad!” Yelled Anna.

You laughed with y/n while Little Raven scoffed and walked upstairs to go to bed.

“G’night Mom, g’night Dad…Love you.” She said on her way up to her room.

With your wife still sitting on the couch, you leaned over and touched your forehead to hers. She raked her nails against your scalp, smiled against your lips, and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled back and replied, “I love you too, beautiful.”

**********

8 Weeks Later

“Yeah? And how long have you been seeing this JAKE, Little Raven?” Asked Frankie.

He was Anna’s godfather and at times he could be even more overprotective than you or y/n. Even he was having a hard time accepting that she was getting older, she didn’t mind that he still called her “Little Raven.”

“It’s just been a couple of months, Uncle Frankie. Do you have to give me the third degree? Mom and Dad do that enough.” She grumbled.

You hated to admit it but Anna reminded you a lot of yourself when she made certain grouchy facial expressions. You’ll have to remember that for the next time you’re being a grouch to y/n.

“Are you seeing him tonight?” He asked.

Anna shook her head. “Not tonight. I’m goin’ to dinner and the movies with Sofie and Hannah.”

“Alright, well have fun, kid. I wouldn’t say no to you bringing me your leftover popcorn.” Said Frankie.

Anna smiled and replied, “You know there’s never any leftover popcorn. I’m a closer, Uncle Frankie.”

Everyone laughed, she waved goodbye and you felt a little relieved that she was going out with her friends tonight, instead of her boyfriend. It worried you a lot less.

**********

Around 8:30, while you and y/n were enjoying after dinner drinks in the living room with Frankie and Maria, you heard keys in the door.

You knew Dylan was upstairs playing video games and Anna was supposed to be at the movies with her friends, so it surprised you to see Anna storm through the front door, walk right past her mother, and head directly upstairs to her room without saying a word.

“Anna?” She called out.

Everyone heard her door slam and it got really quiet, really quickly.

Y/n called to you, “Billy…” And she motioned for you to follow her up the stairs.

“Be right back, you guys.” You said to Frank and Maria.

Standing outside Anna’s door, you remembered when you had moved into the house. It wasn’t long after Dylan was born.

One of the first things you did before moving in was paint Anna’s name on her bedroom door. She was so excited to see it and she loved it so much. Even though she was a teenager now, she never wanted to paint over it which made you smile.

“Stay here for a minute.” Y/n said to you as she gently knocked on the door. “Anna? Baby? You ok?”

After she walked into Anna’s room, she left the door open a crack so you could see and hear what was going on. Through the crack in the door, you could see that Anna was face down on her bed and hear her sobbing into her pillows.

You didn’t even know who or what made Anna cry like that but you became breathless with anger and your muscles suddenly stiffened while you tried to find the restraint not to rage punch the wall.

“What happened, honey?” Her mother asked.

Anna fought to regain control of her tears but it was still hard to get the words out.

“He was there, Mom…at the movies! And he was kissing another girl!” Sobbed Anna. “And when I confronted him, he said the dumbest thing possible. ‘Oh I didn’t know you were gonna be here.’ OBVIOUSLY!! So I kicked him in the nuts and told my friends I wanted to go home.”

You were furious and proud at the same time. She’s a firecracker too just like her mother. Anna let her mom comfort and soothe her by stroking her beautiful dark hair that was just like yours, telling her it’s ok, and what an asshole he is.

Even she was proud of her for kicking him in the beans because she told Anna that it’s something she would have done.

As Anna was being comforted by her mother, the doorbell rang. Frank answered and called upstairs to say that Jake was there.

You walked into your daughter’s room but instead of seeing Anna’s sweet teenage face, all you could see was a teary eyed three-year-old Anna Raven when she had skinned her knee or fell face first into a snow pile…it was at a time when all she needed to feel better was a kiss on the tip of her nose but it wasn’t that simple this time.

“Dad?” She asked.

You kissed her on the tip of her nose and replied, “I’ll deal with him. He won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

You turned to head downstairs before y/n stopped you in the hallway.

“BILLY! What are you gonna do, baby? You know you can’t kill him because believe me, I want you to.” She said.

You captured her lips in a passionate kiss; she was taken completely by surprise but quickly melted into your arms and you felt the tension in her body ease just a little bit.

“I know I can’t kill him but it doesn’t mean I can’t scare the crap outta him, right sweet girl?” You said with a smile and a wink.

She bit back a smile, shook her head, and walked back into Anna’s room while you headed downstairs. You received a video text from Anna before you reached the bottom of the stairs that made you laugh. You’ll definitely be showing that to others.

Jake, looking frantic, was waiting at the bottom, pacing back and forth in front of the door.

“Mr. Russo, do you think I could just talk to Anna for like a minute, please?” He asked.

“Walk with me outside for a minute…Jake.” You said softly but in a bitter tone.

The two of you started to walk away from the house and into the front yard.

“Did Anna ever tell you what I used to do in the marines?” You asked through gritted teeth.

Anxiously, Jake shook his head back and forth. “N-no s-sir, she didn’t.”

A wide Cheshire Cat smile stretched across your lips as you replied, “She didn’t huh?” You paused and started to rub your hands together. “Well, it may have a more profound effect coming from me anyway. Ya see, I was what they called a Scout Sniper, my file said I had 134 confirmed kills. So unless you wanna make it 135, I suggest you leave my daughter alone and never contact her again or else she will send this video to the entire school.”

You put your arm around Jake, pulled out your phone and pushed play on the video Anna had sent you. One of Anna’s friends had recorded her kicking Jake in the nuts and then zoomed in on his tear stained cheeks as he cried out in pain in the middle of a crowded movie theater lobby.

In barely more than a whisper, you heard Jake mumble “Oh fuck…”

Still with a devilish smile on your face, you said firmly, “Now get off my property and I never wanna see you near my daughter ever again, not that she’d ever let you anyway.”

You watched Jake run to his car and not look back as he drove away as fast as he possibly could. It was pure joy that you felt in the pit of your stomach knowing you scared the shit out of some poor 16-year-old kid that broke your daughter’s heart.

As you stepped inside the house, you could hear everyone talking and laughing. Anna had emerged from her room and was showing Frankie the video. It was almost as if nothing ever happened and Anna was smiling again which is the only thing you wanted.

Your wife crept up behind you and you always said the same thing to her, every time she did.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, sweet girl.”

She replied, “I know, baby. I just like lookin’ at you from behind.”

You heard Anna groan. “Ewwwww, Mommmmmm-uh!”

That made you laugh.

Anna crashed into you and wrapped her arms around your torso. She said, “Thank you, Dad. You’re my hero. Love you.”

Hugging her back, you replied, “You’re welcome, baby girl. Love you too.”

Anna Raven was definitely your little girl. She was resilient, she’s always been that way, and you knew she always would be. She would try over and over again to get the outcome that she wanted.

You recognized the perfectionism trait you had passed down to her but also noticed the compassion and big heart she had that came from her mother.

Anna learned self-reliance; she had started to need you for less and less and you missed the days when she came to you for every little thing because she couldn’t do it herself. She had to learn to save herself if you weren’t around but you would be there if she ever fell.

And no matter how old she gets, she will still need you some of the time, she will always be your little girl, and you will always be her hero.

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frogcoven99 · 7 months ago

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My Thoughts on Wish 💫💜🌳🐐🫧

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

FUCK I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

First of all, this review is dedicated to that one Wish stan on Twitter who said I have "no media literacy" when I tried to say that Magnifico wasn’t really threatening, but wasn’t trying to start off a big fight or anything.

I hope that person is having a wonderful day, and I hope this review proves that I do actually have media literacy 🥰🥰

Now, back to the film:

I really wanted to like this movies guys. A film about the origins of the wishing star sounded amazing!

And after I saw the film TWICE in theaters, I was in love. I thought surely my opinion wouldn’t change.

But…the more I thought about the movie, the worst it got.

For example, the songs. I don’t think I need to explain to you guys why "I let you live for free and I don’t even charge you rent" and "throw caution to every warning sign" and "watch out world here I are" DO NOT WORK.

I don’t blame the songwriters for this, because I’m sure they are very talented people.

But they were clearly not the people who should have been in charge of the music.

Not to mention the fact that Julia Michaels was given TWO WEEKS to write “This Wish”….

The Characters

Asha 💜

I like Asha’s design enough, like her braids. But her personality is as bland as a scoop of vanilla ice cream (jk, vanilla ice cream is goated).

Lots of people have complained that the “adorkable” leading lady trope has worn out its welcome.

I used to disagree since those “quirky” characters were some of my favorites (Like Rapunzel, Mirabel, and Moana), but Asha has definitely reached my limit with them.

Rapunzel, Anna, Moana, and Mirabel all feel like distinct characters from each other (yeah stfu ModernGurlz), but Asha feels like an imitation of them, like the cheap Walmart version.

And she’s not really interesting either, she has a passion for art, but the film doesn’t do anything with it. In fact, nothing about her feels genuine. She feels so hollow and like she only has two personality traits: Quirky and the protagonist.

Like, during “This Wish” (which is probably the worst Disney “I want” song ever) I never felt connected with her. It just felt like, oh this is the Disney “I want” song because this is a Disney movie.

I didn’t understand what Asha wanted, “something more for us than this”? Okay…what about you? What do you want?

With all the other Disney “I want” songs, I could feel a connection and what the character wanted.

So yeah, Asha is probably the worst protagonist in the modern era of Disney. At least in terms of writing.

And while I did say I like her design, I prefer her concept arts.

King Magnifico 🫧

Chris Pine seems like he is having a blast in the recording booth, and I gotta say his performance was pretty good. But it wasn’t enough to save this character :/

So, the main problem with his character is that I can kinda agree with him on the whole wishes thing. But, I also barely found him threatening.

The most threatening things he does in this movie is crush a bunch of balls (that’s what she said) that make people feel sad and chain everyone to the ground.

Not only that, Magnifico’s use of his magic is SO LAME! Another major reason I was never intimated by him is because he never did anything really scary or threatening with his magic, all he could do was create giant hands and chain people up. Like…ok? Is that all you got? Really? 😑

Also, I don’t think I need to tell you that his villain song SUCKS ASS. You know it, everyone knows it. I’m not getting into it. Go listen to a real villain song like "Hellfire" or “Friends on the other side" instead.

As for the other characters, I don’t have much to say about them unlike Asha and Magnifico.

Star ⭐️

The Star was really really cute, even tho they were just a Luma/marketable plushie. And also REALLY reminds me of a squish mallow, am I the only one who sees that?

I should definitely mention how he was originally gonna be a StarBoy, but we’ll get to that later don’t you worry. That is a VERY important element in our discussion.

The Other Characters This Movie Has

Amaya is so BORING! She barely has a character outside of being the queen and Magnifico’s wife, she was just…there. You could remove her from the movie with very little tweaking and nothing would change.

I would’ve preferred it if she was also a villain like Magnifico, which WAS originally in the script. But like StarBoy, that is something we will get to later.

The Teens are fine, but really forgettable. I like how they are all based off the Seven Dwarves, that’s cute. But it feels like they didn’t have any character outside of that.

Yeah, Dahlia is Asha’s bestie, but there wasn’t enough scenes between them to show me their dynamic to make me feel like their friendship was genuine.

Simon ended up snitching out on Asha and betraying the Teens in the middle, but I literally couldn’t have cared less because what do we know about this guy other than he’s sleepy and gave his wish to Magnifico?

As for the other Teens, just like Amaya, they could’ve been removed from the script and barely anything would change. The grumpy one had some sassy moments, and he’s voiced by Harvey Guillén (Perrito’s VA) so that’s something I guess. The shy one had this one gag that had comedic potential, but wasn’t really expanded.

And as for the other Teens…uh…I can’t remember a single thing they did honestly.

And then there’s Valentino…fuck that goat man. 😑 I love Alan Tudyk and his roles in other (better) Disney movies, but yeah Valentino is definitely my least favorite role he’s ever done.

All of his jokes were unfunny, and were mostly butt jokes. Which is probably my least favorite form of comedy ever that I cannot stand for the life of me.

Speaking of which, this movie just was not funny. None of the jokes made me laugh or chuckle or even smile.

Raya and the Last Dragon is a Disney movie that I really don’t like, but there were some jokes that got a chuckle or smile out of me. Wish didn’t even have ONE good joke.

Uhh…Asha’s grandpa was build up as someone important but he just peaces out in the middle of the movie with Asha’s mom, who did not do a single thing other than a ball getting shattered making her sad.

And that’s all the characters in this movie.

Legacy Nods, why they do not work

Alright, what else is there to talk about?

Maybe the endless amount of Disney references? I get it’s the 100th anniversary film and all and Disney has had Hidden Gems like that in their films. But the difference is the ones in previous films were subtle and hidden in the background, and it would probably take you a rewatch to see it.

But in Wish? They all feel shoved down your throat. It’s like: “HEY REMEMBER THIS MOVIE??" “REMEMBER THAT??” “DON’T YOU WANNA WATCH THAT MOVIE???” It’s so exhausting.

When I heard the movie was gonna have “legacy nods” as they liked to call it, I was excited and thought it would be so much fun to point them all out and to pay closer attention to the background.

But instead every nod was thrown at my face and was heavily obvious. Disappointing 😔

The Animation

Let’s get to the animation now. It’s probably (one of) the most discussed things about this movie, especially when the teaser first dropped last year.

Lots of people were complaining it looks like a Disney Junior show or Ai and said it looks unfinished. Even one of my best friends who was just as excited for this movie as I was admitted it looked weird.

At first, I loved this art style and thought it was beautiful. And I was determined it would look even more beautiful on the big screen.

And now? I…actually still like it. I definitely don’t hate it, and thinks it gets some getting used to. I think it’s actually kinda pretty.

Apparently it’s supposed to be watercolor and combined with 2D animation, which is neat.

But compared to the films like the Spider Verse films or Puss In Boots 2, yeah it’s not the best.

I personally would’ve preferred it if the film was in 2D, Disney’s 100th anniversary would’ve been a PERFECT time to return 2D animation! But, nope 😒

Yeah it’s bad, but…

I know I’m making it seem like I hate this movie, but I really don’t. I’m disappointed in it more than anything.

If anything, I’m thankful this movie was still made.

Why?

Well, easy.

It allowed many people to be able to tell their own version of the story.

I’m sure we’ve all heard of StarBoy and the cut Evil Amaya.

And yeah, these concepts could’ve made this movie 1000x better.

But because of these concepts, so many amazing people have been given the opportunity to rewrite the movie and give amazing stories.

I have read so many wonderful Wish rewrites, which are so much better than the film.

At the end of the today, Wish is a bad movie.

But, I’m glad it exists.

Without it, we wouldn’t have gotten so many amazing stories.

I’m gonna give Wish a 4/10, still bad, but I appreciate its existence for the rewrites alone.

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cheesecakethots · 1 year ago

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Ok but that chrollo/ johan ask got me thinking.... If you had to be kidnapped and spend the rest of your life with them, who'd you choose? Whose more bearable? Johan or chrollo??

Also i love your johan works. Dont feel discouragement from writing more on him becuz smtimes feels hard to write.

ahhh thank you!! no legit he is so hard to write, but i might reread monster soon to get my mind flowing

gosh in a totally fictional scenario where i wasn’t a lesbian, i have no clue.

(read more because this got long lol)

chrollo has the positives of he’s rich as shit, and wherever you stay is going to be glamorous. problem is you’ll probably have to move around a bunch, so you might be sticking to hotels. that might be so much more stressful, being kidnapped by this jackass and not even being able to settle in or get over jet lag before he tells you to pack your stuff, because he’s got another job on the other side of the world.

johan drifted from house to house during the show/manga, and didn’t stay put for long. if you’re with him during that time, well it’s going to be nothing compared to the lavish lifestyle chrollo has. but, you’re definitely more likely to be able to escape from johan than chrollo. he’ll probably account for that, so let it be known he’ll have an eye on you 99% of the time.

chrollo & johan give off that similar, gentlemanly manipulative vibe.

chrollo is definitely more overt with it, though. you could maybe call that a positive, because you’re less likely to fall for it, but it’s definitely more aggravating. you could be playing up a little, pushing him away, shouting, trying to run, and he’ll just say something like “hm. you’re right, dear. maybe we should visit your parents. i would certainly love to introduce myself to them properly.” and boom you shut your mouth at the clear threat in his otherwise monotone voice. i’m not sure if he’d actually go through with it, but neither are you. maybe don’t try and find out.

johan, on the other hand, is generally less willing to be so manipulative with you. i feel if he had a connection with someone other than anna for the first time in his life, someone who made him feel less of a monster and more whole, he wouldn’t want to treat them as he treats everyone else. manipulating you so overtly would make him feel like a monster again and definitely would hurt his feelings quite a bit.

buuut, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it at all.

johan has been manipulating and moulding people since he was a very young boy. it might be something he just sometimes does without realising. maybe he’ll mention things he knows you like in an effort to strike up conversations with you, and to make you like him more. maybe he’ll mention sad things that happened in your life, before he took you away. stuff like that, so nothing really on chrollo’s level. but, i would still say it sucks, because you’re more likely to become accepting and even… loving to a degree. you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

i don’t think chrollo would physically punish you for running, as he wants to keep up that gentlemanly facade. don’t push him too far, you don’t want to see what’ll happen if he decides to drop it. he’s faster and stronger than you will ever be, so one second you could be shouting, screaming and hitting at the blank expression on his face, and the next cradling a broken wrist while he tuts and coos at you. don’t test it.

johan would NEVERRR physically hurt his darling. worst would be using maybe a needle to knock them out, but he’d feel bad about it. i don’t think he could bring himself to hurt your family or friends, either. i’m not even sure he’d punish a darling at all. maybe more locks, but he’d feel like the monster he believes he is if he tied you down to a bed to keep you from leaving. he might forcibly hold you close for a bit, just to keep himself grounded.

overall, i actually don’t know. johan seems like the better answer, but the idea of actually feeling bad for him or eventually loving him makes me feel >:/. not sure if i would be able to refrain from screaming into a pillow or punching myself unconscious if i had to deal with chrollo, though. (he’s a bastard. i love him).

i guess at least when johan gets you flowers or something you like, it’s for your enjoyment alone. when chrollo does it, sure, it’s nice to see you happy… but it’s mainly to make you like him a little more or prove to you (and himself) that you can be happy with him.

both are definitely better choices than illumi, though. fuck that.

#yandere #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hxh #yandere monster #needles #tw needles #tw injections #tw bone breaking #tw violence #let me know if i missed any tws pls i think i got them all

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crazyforkasey-blog · 2 months ago

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I will always find you

Chapter 9

3,7 Miles from the Bois Jacques to the Aid station in Bastogne located in the red brick building that housed an all girls school before the war.

3,7 miles of being scared of losing my best friend, 3,7 miles with a pleading Roe, 3,7 miles of holding on to the stretcher strapped to the front of the jeep.

Since the night I snuck out of Nix’s foxhole I had been stuck in briefings and out on scouting missions. I had made a point of keeping an eye on Easy out on the line. However the Heintz barracks where McCauliffe had established his HQ had become a second home. The damp basement was busy as ever and since my squad and I were the only trained agents in Bastogne our skills had been brought to good use.

I was finally able to sneak away and that's how I found myself a few yards away from Easy CP when the call came in that Anna had been wounded, a frantic call requisitioning a jeep and then chaos ensued. I just froze, unable to move. For a second I locked eyes with Nix, who started towards me, but a jeep came by. I got in and then we picked up Roe and Anna.

For once I didn't notice the devastation of the town, all I thought about was Anna. Right now she was unconscious and a piece of shrapnel was stuck in her shoulder and Roe thought that maybe it had penetrated to the lung. All I could think about if Anna died now, if the beautiful human being on the stretcher was taken away from me, then the part of me that was light and sunshine would die with her.

As the jeep sped away I caught a glimpse of Speirs running towards us. The man had no self preservation; he was running out in the open, just begging for the German snipers to him. I knew that if Anna's light was snubbed out by a cruel fate a part of Speirs soul would wither and die.

The 3,7 miles into town was the longest miles in my life, the snow covered forest, snow covered rows of pine trees went on and on. When we finally arrived there was a barrage raining down on the town and the poor jeep driver tried to avoid getting hit by the blast, but everytime the jeep swerved, Roe cursed at the poor man and the woman on the stretcher moaned in pain.

I helped carry the stretcher inside and Roe had to physically restrain me from following the doctor and nurses into the operating room.

“What if she doesn't pull through” I asked Roe

“She will!” Was all he said, before he got back into the jeep and went back to the Bois Jacques, back to treating wounded men, back to holding the hands of his comrades in arms while they cried out for their mothers.

I stayed in town blindly wandering around, not noticing the soldiers that ran through the streets trying to avoid getting hit by whatever the Germans were throwing at the already desecrated town.

I didn’t hear the jeep that pulled up next to me, but I did feel the arms that picked me up and threw me in the jeep.

Nixon

I watched as the jeep with Jo in the passenger seat stopped in front of the CP. She looked dazed, unfocused and when Winters tried to get answers from her she just looked right through him. The light in her eyes was dim. I knew this wasn't the first time a friend of hers got wounded. Hell she had lost men from her squad before, she even once or twice starred down the barrel of a german weapon. This time it was different he could tell, it was like she wasn’t there, that what stood before them was the shell of a human.

“Stein… Jo” Winters repeated, still no answer

I took her hand and she was ice cold, not from the icy cold of the frozen hell we had been sequestered to for so long, but from the shock of seeing her friend on that stretcher. “Jo, sweetheart, is Anna ok?” I asked

She finally turned her head and looked at me with those empty eyes of hers.

“Doctor says she will make it” She said with a sob before burying her head in my chest. I gently escorted her into the CP and handed her a cup of coffee, she took the cup and just stared at it. Time, she would need some time to get over this.

I sat down next to her and just held her. A knock on the wooden beam sounded and we turned and looked at a broken man, a man that we all knew to be a strong fierce fighter, a man who once told a soldier that his only hope was to accept that he was already dead, because that would be the only way he could function as a soldier should.

“I…is… she, did she?” Speirs looked at Jo with pleading eyes, eyes that pleaded for Jo to tell him that Anna was alive and that she would come back to him.

“She will be fine, she’ll be back” I tried to reassure the young lieutenant.

Speirs just nodded and walked away.

Jo had fallen asleep and I just held her and prayed that I just hadn’t lied to Speirs, that Anna would be back and that Jo wouldn't break and that this would be over soon.

#band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #lewis nixon #ron speirs #band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagines #band of brother x reader

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ronaldofandom · 2 years ago

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I got you!

RamBheem drabble. No warnings.

Ram gets Bheem ready for the party and teaches him how to dance :)

Bheem knew the clothes were expensive. And were supposed to be stylish, rather classy. But they felt so foreign, so alien that he couldn’t stop pulling and tugging at them.

‘Anna - why are these pants so tight? And these strings too? I don’t have to pull something with my back using these, so what’s the point of it?’

Bheem fiddled with the suspenders over his shirt, trying to loosen them.

‘Bheem - if you want to go to the party and not stick out, you have to wear these. I don’t like them too much either but after a bit you will get used to it. Just stop pulling everything now - you will ruin the creases.’

Ram slapped Bheem’s hands away from the clothes. Bheem huffed, but obliged.

As Ram helped groom Bheem’s hair and beard, the befuddled man threw a barrage of questions at him.

‘Anna - what will do at the party though? We don’t know anyone there.’

Ram didn’t bother to correct him that he would know quite a few people there, especially some officers. It’s a different thing he would rather puke than spend an afternoon in their company.

‘Why do you need to know everyone? Just stay with her; that’s why you are going, right?’

Bheem gave a solemn ‘hmm,’ which Ram couldn’t grasp the full meaning of, so he wrote it off as nervousness.

‘Don’t worry, it will be fine. She seems like a nice person. And she seems fond of you.’

This time Bheem smiled, and Ram smiled back.

Bheem couldn’t deny that she was nice. He knew it in his heart the moment he laid eyes on her. She had no reason to save Jangu the way she did, other than kindness.

And well, she was pretty. So pretty. Bheem wasn’t blind to that. But he had no idea how to speak to her or handle himself around her. And how to breach the topic of going inside the palace.

He voiced part of his concerns out loud. Ram held his shoulders fondly.

‘Oh my sweet friend - you are so oblivious to your charm. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Anyone with a good heart can see the goodness in yours. And anyone with well-functioning eyes won’t be able to resist this handsome face and breathtaking smile.’

Bheem blushed wildly. Pushing at Ram’s chest in protest, accusing him of lying. They jostled weakly, all in jest.

‘Ok, some important things. There maybe some mean people there who may say some mean things. Ignore them, they are pathetic insects. Also, you may not like most of the food there but some things are nice. The desserts especially - I have a feeling you will love them. I have never seen you not drool over anything with sugar in it. Stay by my side when we get to the food section, I will tell you what all to try.’

Bheem’s mood became markedly better. He held on to Ram’s arm.

‘Can’t wait to try them all. AND I am not leaving your side Anna, not for a second. You stay with me at all times, please.’

Ram smiled at him fondly, with a hint of suggestion in it.

‘Well, I can’t stay with you at all times, right? It kind of defeats the purpose of why you are going.’

‘But why? The three of us can be together too. Promise me you won’t leave.’

Ram crossed two fingers behind his back before lying to his innocent friend.

‘Ok I promise. Happy now?’

Bheem beamed at him in response.

‘Now, the most important thing. There is going to be dancing there. Not our kind of dance but a foreign dance. Do you want to learn a few steps, just in case it comes to that?’

Bheem nodded approvingly, admiring how worldly-wise his cherished friend was.

Ram led Bheem to the centre of the room, to a small space on the floor not covered with books.

It felt a bit awkward but it needed to be done. So, Ram stood toe to toe with Bheem, taking the younger man by surprise. He kept Bheem’s hand on his own waist, taking him by even more surprise.

‘What kind of a dance is this, Anna?’

Bheem looked quizzically at Ram.

‘It is strange, yes. But that’s how it is. Now, hold my other hand to the side, like this.’

Bheem did as instructed, still a bit conscious of the position.

‘Good. Now - how close you stand to your partner depends on how….umm…close you are in real life. I would recommend you stand at least this much apart, and leave the rest to her.’

Bheem nodded, suddenly conscious for a different reason now. The blush around his ears was coming back.

Ram started moving his feet and Bheem followed effortlessly. Ram looked at him with pride - the man really was a natural.

Just the next second, Bheem stepped on Ram’s toe and Ram yelled for dear life.

‘Annaaaaaa - I am so so sorry. Damnit I am so clumsy. Sorry - did I hurt you bad?’

Ram chose not to state how he was feeling - as if a bull had stomped on his foot. But he smiled bravely.

‘It’s a tiny scrape, I am fine now. It was my fault actually - both of us were trying to lead so we collided. Plus, I am a little rusty. Don’t worry, she will be a better partner because she would be a pro at this. She will take care of you.’

Bheem was sufficiently reassured.

‘So, I wasn’t too bad then? I won’t make a fool of myself? I don’t want to embarrass myself, Anna. Or embarrass you, since I am dragging you along.’

‘Shush. Stop thinking such things. She will be so happy to see you all dressed up like this that she will forget about everything else. I bet she will come straight to you when she sees you, leaving behind all the other proficient partners.’

‘Oh Anna - you flatter me too much. Why are you so sweet to me? Why do you do all this for me?’

Because you are the best and the purest thing that has happened to me in years, said Ram inwardly.

‘Because you are my brother. And that’s what brothers do for each other, my dear.’

Bheem crushed him with a hug, but it felt like the gentlest of feathery blankets wrapped around him.

‘Ok ok. We must hurry now. We are late - the party has already started. All the food is waiting for you. And most importantly, she would be waiting for you with bated breath.’

Bheem let go of him then. Ram took one last look at his friend, applying final touches to his hair.

‘Ready?’

Bheem nodded in excitement; he was looking forward to this now.

‘Ready, Anna. With you by my side, I can do anything. I know you won’t let any harm come to me.’

Ram pretended to smile, hiding how his throat choked at Bheem’s unfiltered display of trust and love. And the two men left for the party.

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That was written in one hour - coz the scene was stuck in my mind since morning. Hope you liked it :)

@irisesforyoureyes @rambheem-is-real @thewinchestergirl1208 @eremin0109 @eenadu-varthalu @rorapostsbl @yehsahihai @budugu @maraudersbitchesassemble @justmeand-myinsight @rambheemisgoated @rosayounan @jrntrtitties @obsessedtoafault @rambheemlove @jjwolfesworld @alikokinav @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @bromance-minus-the-b @dumdaradumdaradum @lovingperfectionwonderland @annieginny @chaanv @ssabriel @milla984 @kaagazkefool @boochhaan @mesimpleone @filesbeorganized @ladydarkey @teddybat24 @stanleykubricks @burningsheepcrown @veteran-fanperson @ronika-writes-stuff @beingmes-blog @yonderghostshistories @nisreenart @chaidrivenwhore @bheemaxrama @carminavulcana @umbrulla @mizutaama @rosefulmadness @gifseafins @fangirlshrewt97 @astrafangs @voidsteffy @sada-siva-sanyaasi

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fardell24b · 8 months ago

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Spider Quinn 08: The Three Misfits Part 2

Almost immediately after homeroom ended, Li called the first of the three to her office. “Anna Coultard, please report to the Principal’s Office.”

“Oh!” Anna said. She had wanted to get to History as quickly as possible. “Great!” She added as she changed direction.

It didn’t take her long to reach the Principal’s office. “Ms. Li? What’s going on?” she asked.

“Welcome Ms. Coultard. Please, take a seat,” Ms. Li said.

She took a seat. “So…”

“It has come to my attention that you’re not reaching your potential.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not involved in any extracurricular activities and you also have B+ average,” the Principal answered.

“I’m not interested in extracurriculars,” Anna responded.

“And you don’t have many friends,”

“I can’t argue against that,” she said quietly.

“So, you and a couple others will be mentored by another student,” Li said.

“I see,” Anna said. “Who will that be?”

“Quinn Morgendorffer.”

“Quinn?”

“Yes. She was looking for another extracurricular activity after a previous one had ceased,” Li said.

‘That’s one way of putting it.’ Anna thought. There were many rumors about what happened to the Fashion Club and she wasn’t sure what to believe. “I agree.”

“Very good, Ms. Coultard. I will inform her later today.”

“OK,” Anna said.

“Here is a hall pass.”

Anna then rushed to History and heard the next call.

“Ben Harrod, please report to the Principal’s office!”

That wasn’t surprising to Anna. ‘I doubt Quinn would be able to help with the Hypochondria.”

Ben was worried. Why would the Principal call him? Was it to do with why Anna was called? But he was sure that they didn’t do anything wrong.

The two took different paths through the school, and so missed each other.

“Sit, Mr. Harrod,” the Principal instructed.

“Why am I here?”

Li then told him the same thing she had told Anna.

“I see,” Ben said. “But Quinn might have something.”

“Nonsense Mr. Harrod, other than her recent bereavement, Ms. Morgendorffer is healthy.”

“Right. I suppose I can use help with some of my studies.”

“Very good. I’ll let her know later today.”

“Cool,” Ben said.

“Here’s your hall pass.”

“Gerald Brown, please report to the Principal’s Office!”

Gerald was heading to Mathematics when he heard the call. “Why now?” he groused. He didn’t want to miss Mathematics. He jumped as he turned. He noted several others staring. “What are you looking at.”

“What?” Gerald said. “What do you mean I’m not reaching my potential?”

“Your grades in Science and Math are very good, but your other grades are low and you don’t have any extracurricular activities.”

“There aren’t any good science related clubs.”

“The point is, I’m offering a mentor for you and a couple others,” Li said.

“Who?” Gerald asked.

“Quinn Morgendorffer.”

“Don’t you mean Daria?”

“No, Mr. Brown. I mean Quinn. She was looking for an extracurricular activity after her previous one had ended,” Li responded.

The rumors surrounding the end of the Fashion Club were impossible to avoid. “She just wants to stay popular.”

“I think she does want to help,” Li said.

“How do you think this will help?”

“It will help you make friends, and broaden your horizons.”

“Friends…” Gerald said. He doubted it would work, but it was worth a try.

“What is your response?”

“I’ll do it.”

Ms. Li sent Quinn a message during lunch saying that the three students would be waiting in the Library after school.

Quinn didn’t know what to expect, but she certainly didn’t expect Anna to be the girl she had helped the previous afternoon as SpiderGirl. ‘Then why did she give her name as Felicia?’ she wondered. “I’m sure the Principal has told you who I am,” she said.

“Yes,” one of the boys said.

Anna nodded.

“Quinn,” right, the other boy answered.

“Yes.”

“Please introduce yourselves,” Quinn said.

“Anna Coultard.”

“Ben Harrod.”

“Gerald Brown,” the last one said quietly.

“What do you want to get out this?” Quinn asked.

“Not sure,” Anna said.

“The same,” Ben said.

“Friendship?” Gerald asked. “But I’m not sure that would work.”

Quinn sighed. She wasn’t sure what to do. ‘What does Ms. Li expect?’

“What now?” Anna said.

Something came to Quinn. “Go and grab a book on a subject you like, and then come back. I’ll do the same.”

“Sure,” Anna said, perking up and smiling.

“Certainly,” Ben said.

“Of course,” Gerald said.

Quinn did the same. She wasn’t sure where to go at first. ‘Is it comic books? Or a book on the history of Lawndale?’ She wasn’t sure. She then found that she had wandered into the Art section. ‘This will do,’ she thought as she picked up a book about sketching. The process of designing her SpiderGirl suits had awakened something in her, such that she wanted to sketch things, and not just clothes. She wanted to improve her technique before going to Ms. Defoe about extracurricular lessons. ‘Would Li allow that?’ she wondered.

Anna found herself at the end of the 200 section. ‘Pagan mysticism’ she considered. But she knew her reputation for weirdness and wasn’t sure what Quinn would think of her reading such a book. She thought for a moment, before veering into the 300 section and then picked up a book on Irish folklore.

Ben couldn’t help it. He found himself in the Medical section. ‘616. Something,’ he thought with a sigh. He stepped aside ‘614… forensic medicine. He knew that he wanted to put his medical knowledge to some use, but knew he wasn’t cut out to be a doctor. He grabbed such a book. But he knew what Anna would say.

Gerald knew what he would get. A Science book. But which science? He wasn’t sure. ‘Which one?’ He wondered as he looked about the 500 section. ‘Astronomy!’ He then grabbed a book on the planets of the Solar System.

Quinn and Anna came back to the table at the same time. “Irish folklore, interesting,” Quinn commented.

“Yes. I find it interesting,” Anna said. “It seems I like all those old stories.”

“I admit I haven’t really read them,” Quinn said. “Like, Leprechauns look so, creepy, ugh!” She added with a shudder.

“Well, there’s more to it than Leprechauns,” Anna said.

“Of course,” Quinn added.

“I suppose that I have been interested since I saw Darby O’Gill and the Little People when I was young.”

“Is that a movie? I haven’t seen it.”

“It’s an old Disney movie,” Anna explained. “It has Sean Connery in it. I think it was before he was Bond, but I’m not sure.”

“OK,” Quinn said.

It was at that moment that Ben came back. “Oh! That Connery film again, Anna?”

“You’ve seen it?” Quinn asked.

“Too many times,” Ben groaned.

“I see,” Quinn said.

“But it is worth seeing once,” he added.

“I’ll consider it,” Quinn said. ‘In between everything else. School, being SpiderGirl, watching Anime with Stacy, dates, now this mentoring thing…’ She shook her head and saw Gerald approaching.

Gerald sat and saw that Ben and Anna were already familiar with each other. ‘Of course they are. I can see that they’re going to be a clique and Quinn’s going to focus on them.’ He knew that such things happened all the time.

“Now, Anna started talking earlier about Irish folklore,” Quinn said.

“Not just Irish,” Ben said.

“Oh?” Gerald said in an annoyed tone.

“Celtic stuff in general,” Anna said.

“So, Welsh and Scottish too?” Quinn asked.

“And Galicia in Spain and Brittany in France,” Anna added.

As Anna continued to tell of how she became interested in Celtic folklore, Gerald felt uneasy. He was sure that he didn’t want to open himself up to three others he barely knew.

Anna finished.

“That’s good, Anna,” Quinn said. She turned to Ben. “Ben. I know you are hypochondriac, but that’s not a fair description.”

“It isn’t. But It has lead me to be interested in medical related topics,” Ben said.

“That’s certainly true,” Anna said with slight laugh.”

“So, forensic medicine?” Quinn asked with slight interest.

“Yes. The sciences of investigating the causes of trauma or death,” Ben explained.

“I knew it was something like that,” Quinn said. “Before my father died, he had had a heart attack and I had looked at medical texts during that period.”

“Oh!” Anna said.

“I’ll say something more about that. That I’m still deep in grief,” Quinn added.

Gerald had had enough. If Quinn was going to pour her heart out. “I’m going…”

“Wait!” Quinn called after Gerald.

“Sorry, I can’t do this,” Gerald said as he left at a rapid pace.

“Great,” Quinn said, as she turned back the other two. “We’ll continue.”

“Are you sure?” Anna asked.

Quinn nodded. “Anyway, Daddy died and I found myself drawing and sewing more.” That it was mostly SpiderGirl related, she kept to herself, but she did have other pictures she had drawn and clothes she had made. It wasn’t something she hadn’t told Stacy and Tiffany (as well as Tori) either.

“Do you have any of these drawings here?” Ben asked.

“One or two,” Quinn said.

She took a couple of her bag. One was of SpiderGirl, but the other was a sketch of the house from the rear. The gave the first to Anna and the other to Ben.

“This is very good,” Anna said. “You must have seen her yourself.”

“Yes,” Quinn said carefully. “More than a few times.”

“Where is this?” Ben asked.

“At home,” Quinn answered.

“So, it’s a view of your house?” Anna asked.

“From the back, yes,” Quinn responded.

“This is good too,” Ben said.

“Thanks!”

“So, is it true?” Anna asked.

“What is true?”

“That you fell out with Sandi?” Anna answered.

“It’s more that she fell out with us,” Quinn answered. “It was just a long time coming. It’s just that me being in grief brought it about.”

“Grief does change people,” Ben added.

‘There’s something there,’ Quinn thought.

They talked for another ten minutes before Anna had to go and Quinn grew antsy.

“See you later,” Anna said as she left.

“I better go too,” Ben said.

Soon, SpiderGirl left Lawndale High from above the library. She headed to the south, towards downtown. She wasn’t sure what to make of Gerald leaving when he did. What was it that he refused to hear? She wasn’t sure. ‘But what can I do to connect with him and to help him connect to Anna and Ben?’

She needed a second opinion. She paused and turned to the west, to head towards the Pizza place.

Daria was alone at the Pizza place again, when Quinn entered. “The same?” she asked as she came up to her sister.

“Jane was here, but she had to leave early,” Daria said.

“Oh.”

“But that isn’t why you’re here, is it?”

“No,” Quinn admitted.

“Was it to do with those ‘misfits’?”

“Yes. It’s going well with Ben and Anna, but not Gerald.”

“What happened?” Daria asked.

“Like I did an icebreaker thing, meeting them in the library and asking them to find books they were interested in.”

“You got one on fashion?”

“Close,” Quinn said with a slight giggle. “One on drawing.”

“Got it,” Daria said. She saw that Quinn was shifting her interests.

“But that wasn’t the problem.”

“One of them didn’t want to share.”

“Oh, he shared,” Quinn said.

“When you shared,” Daria said.

“Yes.”

“I see.”

“It hurt too, because I was about to say something about my grief,” Quinn said.

“How did that come up?” Daria asked.

“Ben is interested in forensic medicine and I brought up how I was looking at medical texts after his heart attack.”

“Oh.”

“So, he then dashed off!” Quinn said in a sad tone. “What can I do?”

“I’m not sure,” Daria admitted. “What was he interested in?”

“He had a book on the Solar System,” Quinn answered.

“So, either science in general or Astronomy in particular.”

“From what I got. I’m not sure.”

“Then I’m not sure how to help. If he doesn’t want help…” Daria said.

“Or maybe he thought I was unloading on them.”

“There is that too,” Daria said. “But I could suggest some kind of field trip, if Ms. Li would allow it.”

“Maybe she would. But where?”

“If Astronomy in particular, the planetarium.”

“Oh! Duh!” Quinn said.

“But if science in general. There are forests around Lawndale as well as the Zoo and arboretum.”

“All good ideas,” Quinn said as she took notes.

#angela li #daria #daria morgendorffer #fanfic #quinn morgendorffer #spider-man

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anotherblblog · 2 years ago

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Utsukushii Kare Eternal/Japan trip thoughts part 1

I posted a recap because a friend on twitter wanted to know what happened and I wanted to share what I saw so other interfans and interested folks could have a play by play recap of the movie. It got some attention lol but honestly I don’t mind because I think that’s what fan communities are for. I’m happy to be able to share and contribute for other fans. I saw Utsukare Eternal three times in theaters because earlier I was collecting these movie cards and there were pre-purchased tickets and I wanted to use them. From talking with other fans and reading other recaps, there are some context/conversations my recap didn’t cover but I don’t think I wholesale missed anything.

I also appreciate the comments and questions and I’m happy to answer and explain what I saw. I wanna add some more thoughts about seeing the movie, some preamble:

some bl movies aren’t “movies,” they’re recaps/recollections/reduxes of the prior seasons and based on the trailer, I felt hopefully Utsukare Eternal wouldn’t do that

with season 2 being released so close, I then wondered if it would be like Gameboys season 2 and Gameboys the movie meaning they would both share a lot of the same material but have different POV structure

I knew 100% there wouldn’t be subtitles but I’ve been a fan of anime and bl and other medium that is not in English and I haven’t ever been daunted or turned away from that

ok so then I find myself in Japan for the first time and a new twist on my bl journey, specifically for Utsukushii Kare, has been trying to track down and keep up with their updates and presales and releases. It was a lot of fun but also meant I couldn’t really forecast or keep my schedule. I chose to keep pivoting and adjusting things to try and acommodate Utsukushii Kare since the movie was the anchor event of my much longer and ongoing Asia trip so I felt fine pushing back on other things to chase limited merch.

ok ok so now for some movie thoughts

the return of Hira as the sole pov, I did really miss Kiyoi’s pov and narration but he got plenty of scenes without Hira and it’s not like he was absent or diminished but Hira had the sole pov spotlight

I also like that this installment in the Utsukare story for me showed that Hirakiyo are pretty solid as a couple but still have room to grow and things to discover about each other but now the plot/narrative required outside forces

Kiyoi is still my number 2 favorite bl character behind Gav from Gameboys. Hira might move a spot or two so I need to think about where I want to place him in my rankings.

the movie didn’t seem like a series finale conclusion but I think it could be a satisfying conclusion if it was the last installment

with the movie pulling back to Hira as the sole POV, we did not see a lot of the original supporting cast and even Hira’s own supporting cast, Koyama, wasn’t in the movie a lot.

I know there is another novel set after the novel the movie/season2 was based on, so there’s still canon to go

I’m gonna miss Hira’s house but HiraKiyo having their own apartment could be really amazing

Kiyoi discovering Hira’s Kiyoi shrine was hilarious and also set up for the other obsessive fan

the bathtub scene was amazing

the two high heat scenes were good and the domestic fondness scenes were cute too

anyone who says the kisses and sex scenes are unnecessary are the feds and/or lame af

I love that Kiyoi is still sometimes shy but now Hira meets and confronts it directly and doesn’t let Kiyoi run away and by movie’s end, Kiyoi still gets overwhelmed/flustered by his feelings for Hira but he doesn’t turn away from Hira, he reaches out to him

Hira still is jealous and insecure at times for reasons that are completely unfounded as Kiyoi is as loyal to him as he is to Kiyoi but Hira always being Hira is just comforting to me too

my favorite visuals - the Anna waterfall photoshoot and Kiyoi’s last photoshoot and the classroom confession

the trailer shot of Hira taking Kiyoi’s picture with the sunset behind them absolutely is a top top top fave

HiraKiyo having the NaruHina run through their prior costumes was really cute, that’s what I love about when a visual medium leans into being a visual medium

I really hope it’s not the end of Utsukare and hopefully this box office success pushes them to continue

ok, I know I have some other questions and responses so I’ll answer those in a separate post

#utsukushii kare eternal #my beautiful man eternal #utsukare #utsukushii kare #my beautiful man

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years ago

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 04x16

On the Head of a Pin

Idk why the fuck Spouse waits to bedtime to watch these, but we literally were couch potatoes all day and couldn’t have watched this when I am more awake? Whatever. I told Spouse this is an important one.

“Castielllll” “Aren’t all the angels specialists in their own way?” “oh boy” “Oh ok” “Cool. Could have used that neat trick in our old apartment” “Who?” “Oh it’s an angel blade stab wound. I wouldn’t have picked up on that without knowing what they look like. Oh there’s wings too?” “Driving down the middle of the road again” “How many times does Dean say he doesn’t want to bury friends?” “That’s the name of a shitty bawfirm” “Didn’t Sam go to pre-law?” “Why is Cas staring off into the wall?” “Is Uriel the funniest bitch in the garrison?” “They all whisper a lot” “That’s some special fkn kind of trap” They’ve met like 3 times and Dean only talks to Cas

“Well yeah. Uriel only talks about Dean in front of him. I wouldn’t trust him either” “He didn’t even laugh or anything when he said that” because he has a weakness - he likes Dean

“He doesn’t know many humans? Do we know if he’s saved any other humans from hell?” “Why would Cas say that? There are so many options. It’s a meaningless comment” Cas is following orders

“Not when he says that” “Is Alastair even that torturable? He’s like thee guy from Hell” It shows how far Dean had to go in Hell and makes the comment Cas said make more sense

“But you already did tango with them?”

🎶demon jizz🎶

“That’s some really loose chain work. There’s a lot of slack in those chains” “His legs are separated but not together.” “Look at the pain in Cas’s eyes” “Probably shouldn’t do a fire spell indoors” “Right in the middle of the map. How convenient” “Yeah keep telling yourself that. He’s doing a really bad job of hiding the begging for it bit” “The girls don’t like it extra needy” We’re finally seeing what Sam has been doing with Ruby. We see how Sam doesn’t think Dean is strong enough.

“Dean wasn’t as close in the face as he was before.” “Oh this is rather unfortunate. I forgot about this part” Reminding Spouse that Dean liked torturing in Hell and had a hard time with that “Idk what receiving revelation means yet” “Post nut clarity Sam” “It’s the first one. Who cares. Don’t let it get to you Dean”

Dean breaking in Hell started the apocalypse shit

“Can’t blame yourself for that kind of shit, Dean.”

“Lot of good your torture did there” Cas was supposed to die there

“So can angels get exorcised like demons? They never did that again, did they?” “That was pretty awesome. Scared the shit out of Castiel there. Oh well” “Do we get angel juice yet?” “It’s the other old guy right?” “I still don’t know what receiving revelations means” “it’s awful cold out there with no hats or gloves” They’re angels

“He’s in a random park and yelling for Anna?” “Maybe not something you wanna say out loud.” “Cas’s mental breakdown doesn’t make sense.” He’s questioning everything for the first time. He was made to follow orders

“What about the water spigot? So now he’s like oh shit ok” “Turn your back on the guy with the angel blade? Really?” “I guess I forgot about this whole subplot” “Might not want to wear a tie” “ouch” “nice” “That’s pretty badass” “Cas didn’t heal Dean yet? Dick” “Oopsie” “I know they’re trying to do the whole asymmetrical ‘you look like shit thing’ but Dean looks like shit” laughed at how dean said they’re screwed

“You all have daddy issues” Let’s recap: We find out Sam is drinking demon blood. He doesn’t Dean is strong enough, in general. We find out that Dean started the apocalypse. We find out that Heaven is corrupted. We find out Cas is considering disobedience, which is punishable by death. Alastair was killed, who was Dean’s torture teacher

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s4 #on the head of a pin

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briamichellewrites · 2 years ago

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Mike and Brad found out from a friend of Bradley’s that he had another girlfriend, who was claiming her two-year-old daughter was his. Not only that, but he was trying to get out of paying child support by leaving the state. If it was true, they were furious with him! Elliot was currently pregnant and was with him in New York. They both decided to wait until they got back to confront him privately. Mike offered to take her out for lunch or dinner while he talked to him.

He and Anna met to talk about the custody of Shiloh. She admitted to feeling so stupid for trusting him. He would never settle down with anyone because he was too independent. Would he continue cheating on everyone he dated? No. Then why did he choose to cheat on her? He didn’t have an answer for that. She got frustrated.

She told him that she would be looking for a lawyer to figure out custody because she didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He sighed and went back home to find Mike loading up the trunk of his car with alcohol. What? He didn’t trust him? To be honest, no. Not with alcohol. He was still in recovery and he knew that he was tempted. Where was he taking it? He decided he wasn’t going to tell him but he would be right back. You’re killing me, Mike! He laughed.

He went inside to start dinner. While looking through the refrigerator, he got a phone call from Elliot. She was coming home on the next flight. What happened? Bradley cheated on her. He sat her down and confessed to everything. When was her flight? It was scheduled to leave in an hour.

“Let us know when we should pick you up. You can stay with us. I’ll talk to Bradley, so you don’t have to. Mike and I will figure this out with you.”

“Okay. I don’t want to keep this baby anymore.”

“What do you mean”, he asked slowly.

“I’m going to put it up for adoption or give full custody to Bradley.”

“Oh, thank god! I thought you were talking about… never mind.”

No, as much as she was an advocate for women’s rights, abortion was too painful emotionally for her. She could never do that. As angry as she was, she also couldn’t do that to Bradley. Okay. They made a plan for either him or Mike to pick her up at the airport once her flight got in. Mike got home as he was ending the conversation. He sighed before calling Bradley. Mike was confused because of the look on his face, so he sat down to find out what was going on.

He heard Brad going off on Bradley. Was that who he was talking to? He could only hear one side of the conversation. Something about cheating on his daughter. Yeah, he was talking to Bradley. How could he do that to her? He thought he was trying to explain himself but he wasn’t having it. What about the baby? He wanted to be in the baby’s life.

“Ok, good because she’s going to give you full custody. It’s either that or adoption. It’s my grandchild but her decision and I’m going to respect it. I need to hang up because I am so angry that I might say something I will regret later. I just needed confirmation that what she told me was true. When you get back to LA, I’ll be able to talk to you more calmly.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to you then.”

What happened? Right after he left, Ellie called him and told him that Bradley had cheated and had a secret girlfriend. Not only that, but he was trying to leave the state to get out of paying child support for his two-year-old daughter. Ellie was at the airport waiting to catch a flight back to LA without him. He took a moment to process that. Wow. He felt as angry as he did.

They also had to think of what to tell her about why he was living with him. The truth. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. I know.

“She knows who you are and that you can’t say no. I’m going to tell you the truth because I respect you and I love you. You can’t say no, especially to women. They love you and you love them. You love freedom too much to be with one person but you also want to have someone to come home to because you get lonely. You want to have it both ways. You don’t want to be Brad Pitt because you think people take advantage of that but you can’t let yourself be William, so you use Brad to mask your depression and insecurities. Once you are comfortable with being William, then you can settle down and stop moving from one relationship to another.”

“Thank you. I did need to hear that. I don’t know how to let William out because I’m too used to being Brad.”

He had been Brad for too long. The only time he was William was in rehab, where he was forced to be vulnerable. He wanted to be as confident as him and not worry about what people thought of him. Mike thanked him. He could be vulnerable with him. Brad knew that and he promised to let William out more. I love and respect you, too. They shared a kiss.

Elliot was able to book a first-class ticket last minute on the next available flight. The flight would take six and a half hours and she just wanted to sleep. She was given an eye mask, earplugs, and a blanket with a pillow. At cruising altitude, she put her seat down and got comfortable before falling asleep. I’m sorry, babe. No, he wasn’t. He had lied to her about who he was and manipulated her into having a baby that she no longer wanted.

It wasn’t the baby’s fault he was a shitty boyfriend but she could no longer see herself being a mother. She was not moving to New York or going to school. Instead, she would have to pick up the pieces and start over. Thankfully, her pregnancy was keeping her sober. I��m pregnant. It should be the happiest time in her life but it wasn’t.

Whoever the other woman was, she could have him because she didn’t want him anymore. She slept for two hours before waking up. Using the in-flight Wi-Fi, she checked her messages. She got a message from Jon asking if she was in town because he wanted to meet up.

I’m on my way back to LA from New York. Long story short, I was in a relationship with a guy who I just discovered cheated on me and has a secret daughter. I’m also a little over a month pregnant but I’m not keeping the baby. I’m giving him full custody. Babe, I don’t know what to do or where I’m supposed to go from here. My emotions are all over the place. I want to fucking kill him because he manipulated me into thinking he loved me. He also manipulated me into believing everything would be okay when I told him I was pregnant. My father is EXTREMELY angry with him. I would love to see you because I need someone. – Ellie

When Elliot got to Mike’s, she asked why her father was living there. They sat her down and told her that they were in a relationship. What about Anna? They were working on figuring out the custody of Shiloh. She got upset, which was partly because of her pregnancy hormones and because of her experience of just having been cheated on.

“Are you fucking serious? I don’t fucking care if you’re gay or whatever. Grow the fuck up and stop thinking with your dicks! At least Mike can’t get pregnant! I’m fucking tired and I’m going to bed!”

That went about as well as they had expected. She had stormed upstairs, so Mike went to go see if she and the baby were okay. Brad would be downstairs watching tv. Stop thinking with your dicks. He had to admit that when she got angry, she always told the truth. Even if it wasn’t something you wanted to hear. He decided to give her space and let her come to him.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years ago

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One in a Million

I know I said I was going to read but I had to finish this instead SO here's a fic for @antoineroussel's summer fic exchange! I will say that I did have a fight with trying to post this because all the place cards were being tedious and the first one is really uncomfortably large to me but I don't know how to fix it. The links at the end also gave me issues so let me know if can't see the dresses or anything. I wrote this for @luvsherleafs! Love ya, hope you like this!

Warnings: mentions of swearing, alcohol mentions, some bullying from other characters (they aren't important but they're mean)

Yes that is the ending

WC: 6.4K

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Holly had her place card in one hand for her friend's wedding, knowing that she was placed at the unofficial singles table, and what was probably the largest glass of wine she had ever seen in her other. She didn’t care too much; she definitely tried to find a date to Emily’s wedding, but every friend she asked was conveniently busy that weekend: Carter was going to be in Greece visiting his family, Nate had family coming up from Florida that weekend, Grace was going to be at a wedding out in Pittsburgh, Adam was on vacation with his college friends that Holly hated, Robbie never answered her texts in the first place, and Liz had invited herself, which was enough to piss Holly off to the point where she didn’t even bother asking anyone else. Going to the wedding alone was fine.

People did that all the time, right?

Holly checked herself in the mirror of the bathroom before heading into the hotel ballroom to find her seat. The maroon dress she was wearing hugged her body well enough that she was fine wearing it tonight, but if she was being honest, she only wore it because it was the only thing she could find that she didn’t hate while she was shopping. She just needed a few drinks in her to forget that she wasn’t too fond of her outfit, and she would be fine.

The ballroom was hectic and overwhelming, Emily’s college friends and Kevin’s family already occupying the dance floor, the music blaring and somehow still not as loud as the noise coming from the wedding guests.

Holly couldn’t help but groan, knowing that she was going to spend the night alone in what was hopefully a table in the corner. She didn’t really know anyone besides Emily, just being acquaintances from work more than anything. She was surprised she even got invited to the wedding, considering she was sure no one else from their office had gotten any invite and Emily was definitely closer to their other coworkers than she was to Holly.

Table 12 already had stuff set at every seat except for one, with no one to be found to claim any of it, leaving Holly to take the only seat left and sit there by herself.

“I thought I was the only person who was going to be here alone,” she heard someone say, looking up to see the first person return to the table, taking the seat next to her. The curly haired boy with a stupid smile on his face plopped down, his hands folded in front of him on the table. “I’m Matthew.”

“What makes you think I’m here alone?” she asked him, despite believing the answer was obvious.

“Well,” he starts, pointing out to the dance floor to a couple wrapped in each other's arms, dancing way too close and way too slow for Hollys liking considering a classic rock song was playing. “Carson and Cameron are here together, as are Michelle and Nathan, Jacob and Anna, and Eloise and Sadie. That leaves you and me as the last two seats, unless you’re sharing a seat with your date, or you’re at the wrong table.”

Holly felt her face get hot at his observation, narrowing her eyes at this stranger who was already reading her way too well for her liking. “Why do you know all of them?”

“I grew up with Emily, her childhood friends are my childhood friends, and you, my other dateless friend, are not one of them. I’m Matthew.”

“I’m not dateless,” she tries to defend herself.

“Ok, ‘Not Dateless’” Matthew starts, Holly unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the Dad joke, “Where’s your date then and why aren’t you sitting at the table with them?”

“I’m with him,” Holly panics, pointing to a random guy on the dance floor.

“No, you’re not,” Matthew teases, a stupid smirk on his face that made Holly more irritated with each passing second.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because,” he starts, his gaze following back to the dance floor as they watched a guy approach him with drinks, kissing him quickly before they went over to their own seats, “Collins is here with his boyfriend Andreas.”

“No, not him,” she tried to play it off, pointing to another guy who immediately was greeted by someone she could only assume was his girlfriend based on how they kissed each other.”

“You still want to try to keep this up, or are you just going to tell me your name and why you don’t have a date?”

Holly chewed the inside of her lip, shifting slightly to try to pull her dress down her legs a little more. There was no reason why this Matthew guy should be egging her on the way he was. But there was something about that smirk of his that she couldn’t resist, which was a definite sign that she needed alcohol in her system as soon as possible, the glass in front of her suddenly looking like it wasn’t going to be enough as she took a long sip of it. “Every person I asked had other plans,” she finally admitted, hating that she had to say it out loud.

It shouldn’t bother her as much as it did, but she wished she had someone to go with her, someone who could match their tie with her dress, who would sit next to her in her car so she wouldn’t have to listen to her ‘Songs that make me want to walk into a river in a good way?’ playlist by herself for the half hour drive back to her apartment. She couldn’t even find a friend to sit next to her while they ate food and danced like idiots for a night. It was humiliating when she thought of it that way.

“Dates are overrated, anyway,” Matthew tells her, seeing her change in expression. “If you really want a date, I can be him for the night.”

Holly can’t help but laugh, relaxing into her seat as everyone else starts to shuffle back to their tables, the bridal party about to come in. “Only if you tell me why you don’t have a date.”

“I told you, they’re overrated.”

“Maybe, but they’re still nice.”

“I didn’t even ask anyone.”

“You didn’t ask or you couldn’t get anyone to come with you?”

Holly smiles as Matthew pretends to be hurt, a groan coming out from him as he clutched his chest. “Oh, you know how to hurt me,” he stops, still waiting for her to tell him her name.

“Holly.”

“Holly, you know how to hurt me already. But, most of my friends are back home for the summer, so it wasn't worth it to ask anyone.”

“I was going to say, it would seem weird that you wouldn’t be able to pull a date,” Holly lets slip.

Matthew smirks at her, raising his eyebrow as he leaned closer to her so their tablemates don’t listen in on their conversation. He drapes his arm around her chair, getting so close to her that she can smell his cologne over everything else around her. “And why would that be?”

“Despite being a pain in the ass to complete strangers?” Holly starts, taking in a deep breath, finishing her glass of wine. With the alcohol coursing through her, she heard herself say, “You're not horrible to look at, you don’t strike me as the guy to have a hard time getting a girl.”

“And I could say the same thing about you, Holly,” Matthew told her. He pulled away, one of the guys he had pointed out before greeting him with that weird handshake guys always do. The crowd quieted down after a few minutes, the DJ announcing the bridesmaids and groomsmen’s entrances before Kevin and Emily finally came in.

Matthew leaned over to Holly before the bride and groom came in, the stubble on his chin and the heat of his breath tickling her cheek as he whispered, “Save me a dance?”

Holly wasn’t exactly sure how she got here, surrounded by skinny blonde women and incredibly in shape hockey players considering she was neither, but here she was, at the wedding of one of Matthew’s teammates having the time of her life. She had been to her fair share of weddings, but this wedding was, by far, the best one so far.

She actually knew exactly how she got there. After Emily and Kevin’s wedding, Matthew had walked her to her car, told her he was actually planning on staying the night in the hotel in the rooms they had blocked off and invited her to stay with him. Any other day or any other person, Holly wouldn’t dream of saying yes, but there was something about Matthew that she couldn’t say no to. With an emergency overnight bag always in the trunk of her car, she had no reason to say no to the man who made the wedding she dreaded that much more tolerable and enjoyable.

The next morning, the two of them were sitting at breakfast when he said, “So, there are a million first dates every day. Want to become my one in a million?”

Holly couldn’t help but laugh, starting to choke on the coffee she was drinking when he said that, a stupid grin on his face like he was so proud of the line he just delivered. “How often does that line work for you?”

“Apparently not as often as I would like,” he groans, that smile still on his face, the one Holly couldn’t resist mirroring.

“I guess I can be your one in a million just once.”

The first date turned into a second, which turned into a third, which turned into them being together for one month, then two, now three months into a relationship and Matthew officially calling her his girlfriend and wanting to introduce her to all his teammates. What better way to do that than at a wedding, the same type of event where they first met?

“You are,” Matthew whispers in her ear, slipping his arm around her waist to pull her close to him, “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Matthew dips down to kiss her, pulling her as close to him as he possibly can, hearing the whistles of his teammates around them to ‘get a room,’ Holly blushing knowing that Matthew already had the room key tucked away in his pocket for later that night.

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to say that about the bride tonight,” Holly teases, giving him a quick kiss as everyone clears off the dance floor, dragging Matthew along with her.

Matthew shrugs, rushing in front of her to get her seat for her, surrounded by his teammates and their dates for her to sit with. “I don’t really care about that, I care about you.”

His hand slips onto her thigh as the bridal party comes in, his teammate looking happier than she had ever seen him before. Holly sat there with Matthew, his fingers tracing patterns on her leg through her dress, thinking about her own wedding.

Would she get married to Matthew? Or was he just a pit stop on the way to her actual future partner? Would the bridal party wear the blue and yellow color scheme she had picked out for the longest time on a Pinterest board, or would she end up with another color scheme that her partner would also like? Would her childhood best friend be her maid of honor, would her brother, would it be someone else? Would her dress be the one she saw that she fell in love with when she was out with her mom that one time, the one with the long sleeves and beaded top, a slit that would drive her future partner crazy and most of all, had pockets?

Would she be happy with her life after her wedding?

“What are you thinking about?” Matthew pulls her back to reality, whispering in her ear before placing a kiss on her cheek.

Holly looks at him, not wanting to freak him out about thoughts of the future when their present relationship was still so new. “That the bride is the most beautiful woman here,” she says, pulling a small laugh from Matthew.

“She’s got nothing on you.”

Matthew couldn’t keep his hands off Holly the entire night, anxiously waiting for their first night away together in the hotel room he had gotten for them, the rest of the team probably feeling the same as he did. But this was Holly, the one he met by chance at a wedding, and the one he could already see himself marrying despite the fact that they had just met. His mom always told him and Brady that they would know fairly soon when they found their person, and he was sure the second he saw Holly sitting alone at the table that night that he was going to spend his life with her.

“You seem nervous about something,” Johnny said, following Matthew’s gaze as Holly left the room to use the bathroom.

“Where did you and Meredith go for your first night away together?” Matthew blurts out to his teammate.

Johnny looked a little surprised by his question, searching his brain to remember when that even was. “I want to say it was just over the off season when we first started dating? She had a weekend off and we went up to her parents cabin somewhere in Pennsylvania. Why?”

“Holly and I haven’t had the chance to spend the night away with each other. She’s been busy with school and work and I want this to be worth it for her.”

Meredith leans over, having been listening to her husband's conversation. “The way you look at her, I’m sure she already thinks you’re worth it. She wouldn’t be here thrown into the fire with all the guys if she didn’t think it’s worth it.”

Matthew relaxes into his seat, Meredith and Johnny going on reminiscing about their relationship while Matthew’s mind went elsewhere. He wanted this night to be perfect for Holly, he just didn’t know how he was going to do that. He could sneak off to the front desk before they head up, and ask what they could do, what they could send up, that he would pay for anything and everything. Worst case, he asked Holly what else she would want, and he could get it, no questions asked.

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“I always thought you were going to end up with him,” Holly heard in the bathroom. She peered through the crack in the stall door, seeing two of the wedding guests washing their hands at the sink. She had no idea who they were talking about, but she couldn’t make herself known now. They had to know someone else was in the bathroom with them since the door to her stall was closed, right?

“He’s only been dating her for, what, three months? Not even? They’ll break up,” the other girl shrugs. She turns to rest her back against the sink, her phone in her hand. “I mean, look at her,” she says, turning her phone to her friend.

“She’s ok. I mean, you’re so much better.”

The other girl shrugs. “Matthew wouldn’t date someone like that for long, come on. She’s nothing like the girls he’s dated before.”

Holly felt her breath hitch at the drop of Matthew’s name, finally connecting the dots that they were talking about her, talking about they didn’t think she was good enough or pretty enough for Matthew, that he had never ‘dated someone who looked like her’ before and they didn’t get why they would when the girl standing there with the phone, whatever her name may be, was clearly a better match for him.

She knew exactly what they meant. Holly wasn’t the smallest person; she was curvy, she filled in her clothes, and she loved exactly how she looked. The body she has is the body she wants, but she was always wary of her body being the body a guy would want. She had been dumped many times because of her size, and she wasn’t even that big. She was average, she looked fine, but there were some awful men who didn’t think so. Matthew had been one of the first ones to not seem to care, but what if he really did? What if the girl in the bathroom got to him and made him realize that he could do better than Holly?

The girls leave the bathroom, Holly coming out of the stall to wash her hands. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, the conversation she overheard having clearly shaken her, wiping away the tears that she didn’t know had fallen down her cheeks, making a beeline to Matthew. He was the one she wanted to go find be with.

“Hey, you’ve been gone a while,” Matthew says, his face lighting up when Holly finally sits down next to him.

“Uh, yeah,” Holly says, clearly not all there, “Long line for the bathroom, girls needing help doing touch ups, you know, the normal.”

Matthew stares at his girlfriend, her hair slightly different than how it was when they left that morning, her eyeliner gone, and just overall, off. “What’s up? Something’s wrong.”

“What?”

“Did something happen in the bathroom?” he asks, a concerned look on his face as he gently takes her hand in his.

“Um,” Holly swallows, not wanting to talk about that with all of his teammates around. She wasn't even sure who the girls really were, just that they were sitting a few tables away, potentially there as each other dates from what it looked like. “No.”

“Holl,” Matthew starts.

“How much longer do you want to stay down here?” Holly cuts him off.

Matthew takes a second to process, looking out to see that a lot of his teammates had already left to go to their respective hotel rooms, the party already dying down for the night. “As long as you want to, I guess.”

Holly gets up suddenly, dragging Matthew along with her. “We’re going.” Holly marches past the girls at the other table, stopping in her tracks to turn and face Matthew, catching him off guard with a kiss right in front of them.

Matthew relaxes into it, wrapping his arms tightly around Holly and forgetting for a moment where they were. He pulls away, a grin on his face to mirror his girlfriend. “Anything you want tonight,” he says, tightening his grip on her, “I will do, no questions. Anything for you.” He leads Holly out to the elevators, not noticing the smirk she flashes the two girls, their jaws dropping in disbelief as he eagerly pulls her away.

Holly didn’t know why she was nervous. She had no reason to be. How could she be nervous about being maid of honor at her best friend’s wedding? She had been by Fiona’s side through literally everything they encountered together, from her first breakup with her first boyfriend Malcolm back in high school, to her panic when she thought that she would lose Patrick to another woman for whatever reason she had planted in her head only to find out that he was being weird because he was planning on proposing and could barely function as a human without her.

So why the fuck was she nervous?

Maybe because she found it weird that not only was she Fiona’s maid of honor, Matthew was Patrick’s best man. The weirdest part of their relationship wasn’t meeting at Emily and Kevin’s wedding over a year ago, it was realizing that each other’s best friends were getting married to each other, having met in college, falling in love, and asking the two of them to be the head of their wedding parties without so much as thinking about the fact that they would be dating each other.

Holly and Matthew were standing right in front of Fiona and Patrick, the wedding party being announced by their DJ partner pair by partner pair. Matthew had been acting weird most of the night; not about standing by Patrick’s side, but for some other reason that he wouldn’t tell Holly.

Maybe that’s what was putting Holly on edge, the inability to read Matthew despite the fact that they had been dating for a year already. Shouldn’t she be able to tell more about him other than ‘something was off?’

She feels Matthew’s hand take hers as the couple in front of them get announced. His normal calm demeanor is masked by the cold sweat on his hands, coupled with the fact that he was obviously shaking about something. “Are you ok?” Holly asks him.

Matthew swallows, feeling a lump form in his throat. “Yeah, yeah,” he croaks out, “I’m good.” Something about this wedding made Matthew uneasy. He had the gut feeling that something was going to go wrong, but he had no idea what it was. The anxiety in the pit of his stomach, that weird feeling of static inside his body that he couldn’t make go away no matter what he did.

Holly and Matthew are announced as the maid of honor and best man, their cue to go out. Matthew feels Holly pull on his arm to get him to enter the ballroom for Fiona and Patrick’s reception. He felt like he was being dragged into much more than a wedding reception for his friend, trying to put on the biggest smile as he could without looking fake while he and Holly glided in, doing the little spin and dip the two of them had planned as their entrance.

Matthew looked into Holly’s eyes, praying that she couldn’t see the fear in his eyes over whatever he felt was coming. She smiles at him, the love in her eyes instantly making him feel calm. There was nothing he could be afraid of when he was with Holly. She was the one he loved, so what could go wrong?

The two of them go off to the side, Matthew’s arms wrapping around Holly and pulling her close to him as they saw their best friends come in, the new husband and wife making their entrance for the first time together, sharing their first dance.

The crowd breaks up, Holly and Matthew splitting up as they go to see their friends. Matthew sees some people he knew through Holly, some he knew through Patrick, but he didn’t realize until now that he really didn’t know anyone. He wasn’t close with anyone at the wedding besides Holly and Patrick. Matthew beelines to the bar, hoping that the alcohol would help soothe whatever anxiety he was feeling.

“Hey, man,” Matthew hears, feeling someone hit his back in what was probably supposed to be a friendly pat, sending his stomach straight into the bar. He turns around, seeing his friend Brighton. He shouldn’t even call him his friend; he was just some kid he knew growing up that never seemed to get the message that his overconfidence and pompous attitude wasn’t appealing to anyone. “Was that your girl that you walked in with?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s Holly,” Matthew says, getting his drink, finishing in almost immediately and setting it back down on the bar. He looks at the bartender, not sure if he should ask for another drink but getting one anyway.

“She’s hot,” Brighton says, leaning against the bar with his back towards the bartender, scanning the venue.

“Um, thanks?” Matthew says, not sure how else to respond to that. It’s not like he was wrong; he of course thought Holly is hot. He thought she’s beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, absolutely perfect. There was nothing he could find about her that he didn’t like. It was just weird to hear Brighton say it.

Brighton mutters something, Matthew not caring enough to even ask him to repeat it. The two of them watch Holly and the bridesmaids dancing with Fiona, all of them enjoying their time together. Holly was beaming. Matthew could feel the smile growing on his face while he watched her have fun, his heart skipping a beat when she waved at him before her attention was pulled back to her friends while they danced to an old Fall Out Boy song.

“So is the next wedding we’re going to yours?” Brighton asks him, pulling Matthew back down to earth and away from Holly.

He felt his heart racing, not in the way it did when Holly looked at him. It was the static feeling back from before. Despite the fact that their entire relationship was established at weddings, it wasn’t something that Matthew had thought about. They met at a wedding, they first said ‘I love you,’ to each other at a wedding. He knew she was the one at a wedding, but he didn’t think farther than that. He didn’t really process what being ‘the one’ meant for him. “Probably not.”

“You haven’t even talked about it?” Brighton asks, a genuinely shocked look on his face.

Matthew shakes his head, suddenly feeling the need for twelve more drinks in his system before he even thought about answering that, despite the fact that it was a horrible idea. He downs the drink he had in his hand, putting the empty on the bar top without saying another word. The two drinks he had already hadn’t done anything for him yet, and he was worried with whatever anxiety he was feeling, more alcohol in his system would either make it worse, or make him absolutely numb, and he wasn’t sure what was worse.

“We talk about weddings, but not our own.”

“You don’t even have a ring?”

“No. We’re not getting married,” he says, rushing off from Brighton to get some fresh air.

Holly looks around, seeing Matthew adjusting his tie away from his neck as he makes a beeline for the door, pushing them open and causing them to hit the wall behind them with more force than he probably intended.

“Is he alright?” Mikala, another bridesmaid asks, watching the same event that Holly had just seen.

“I have no idea,” she says, bunching up her dress and scoping off her heels and throwing them by their table to go running after him.

She goes around the venue a few times, the pavement beneath her feet making her question whether it would have been a better idea to keep the heels and traipse through the grass and on the asphalt or not.

Holly finds Matthew sitting with his back against the building, legs out in front of him. He had his head leaning back with his face towards the sky, his eyes closed. She sits down beside him, gently resting her hand on his thigh so she doesn’t startle him. “Hey,” she says in a low voice, a soft smile on her face as he looks at her. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he lets out.

“No you’re not,” she tells him, shaking his head. She takes his hands in hers, hoping that she can try to help. “You know you can talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Remember me telling you about Brighton?”

Holly tries to search her memory. She knew he was a character in The Nanny. “That really annoying kid from when you were younger? The one who tried to, like, buy everyone’s friendship because he had a pool or something?”

“That one.” Matthew puts his head on Holly’s shoulder, taking a deep breath as she rests her head on his. “I don’t know, he just freaked me out.”

“What did he do?”

“He asked about when we were getting married.”

Holly laughed, Matthew feeling her shoulders shaked. He squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could, too afraid to open them and see Holly as she lifted her head from his. He felt her kiss the top of his head, his breath hitching. “Yeah? What did you tell him.”

“That we aren’t getting married.” Holly sits there quietly, trying to figure out what he means by that. “Hol?”

“Like, ever?”

Matthew lifts his head off her shoulder, finally taking a look at her. She’s staring down at their hands, the wind moving her hair ever so slightly in front of her face. “What?”

“We’re not going to get married ever?”

“I don’t know.”

“You haven’t thought about it?”

“You have?”

“Of course I have, Matthew.” She looks up to the sky, trying to stop any tears from falling from her face. “I would say yes immediately if you asked. You know that.”

“It’s not like we have to spend our time thinking about it. We’re just having fun, aren’t we?”

Holly turns to Matthew immediately, Matthew unable to read the emotion on her face. “That’s all this is to you? Just fun?” “I mean, not just fun-” Matthew starts.

“Matthew, fuck,” Holly cuts him off. “You know that this is more to me. I thought that this was more to you. You don’t even think about us getting married? After all the weddings we’ve been to together?

“Matthew, I’ve told you everything about my past relationships. I’ve told you about the guys who showed up for a date only to leave immediately because they saw me in person and decided that I was ‘too big’ for them to date. I told you about the guys who only wanted to be with me because of hookup culture. I told you about the guys who hit on me because they had bets with their friends to see who could date me first just as a joke. You knew this was more to me than just fun.”

Holly gets up from the grass, wiping off herself as Matthew scrambles to get up with her. “Holly, wait, come on.”

“Matthew, you don’t even think about marrying me?”

“I don’t think about marriage with anyone,” he tries.

“We’ve had this conversation. You know what I wanted. You’ve known what I wanted. And if we don’t want the same thing, we’re not going to work,” Holly lets out, trying everything she could to not let the tears fall down her face. She turns away from him, trying to get back inside before she had to make her speech about the love her best friend felt for her new husband, right as she felt her own love breaking apart.

“Holly what are you saying?” Matthew asks, trying to follow her.

“We’re finished. We can’t be together.”

Holly hadn’t seen Matthew in months. Honestly, she was praying that she wouldn’t see him tonight, hoping that he had forgotten about Ryland’s wedding altogether. He was her best friend in college, and it wasn’t her fault that they got close in the year the two of them were dating. She had asked Ryland if he knew if Matthew was coming, but Bella had been the one who handled the guest list.

“Hey, are you ok?” Tyler, one of Ryland’s childhood friends, asked Holly. The two of them were paired off for the bridal party, seemingly spending more time with each other than any other pair in the party, other than the ones who were married and already couples.

Holly had met Tyler a few times while they were in college, the random drunken weekend that Tyler wanted since he went to a school in a small town while Holly and Ryland went to a larger school. She liked spending time with him, and sure, there was a crush she had on him at one point when she first met him, but did she really like him, or was he just drunk?

“Yeah, I’m good,” Holly fakes her happiness. “I just haven’t had much to eat today. Didn’t want to mess up my makeup.”

Tyler seems to buy it, one by one the pairings going off to the reception and doing their thing. All Holly and Tyler had planned to do was walk in, Tyler would twirl Holly, and they would do some weird bow that Tyler had insisted on. Nothing fancy, nothing too boring.

The two of them go in, Holly not focusing on anything in particular, hoping that she wouldn’t see the one person she didn’t want to see. Tyler twirls her, Holly losing her balance somehow. She feels Tyler’s arms around her before she can fall, his hand spread across her back, hoping that he could save it make it look like whatever was about to happen was meant to happen.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he whispers to her as she stands up, Holly feeling her breath hitch at the feel of his breath against her ear.

“Thanks for that,” she says, feeling the heart rush to her cheeks.

The two of them make their way to the table with the rest of the wedding party, Ryland and Bella wanting to do their first dance after they ate instead of doing it as soon as they come in like they saw in other weddings. “I’m gladI got paired with you, it’s been good to spend time with you,” Holly hears Tyler whisper to her as the catering staff came around with the first course.

“I’m glad, too,” she says, feeling like she was lying to him. She didn’t hate Tyler. He just wasn’t...

“Matthew,” she hears Tyler say, looking up to see the one person she didn’t want to interact with standing over her. “How have you been?”

“Uh, good, good,” Matthew says, not looking away from Holly. He hadn’t seen her in six months, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He couldn’t bring himself to block her from his phone the way he was sure she had. He couldn't stop looking at her Instagram feed to see if she had posted anything or been tagged in anything with another guy. He couldn’t stop pulling up her contact, his finger hovering over the call button to ask her to come over or if he could see her whenever he wanted to talk to her, which seemed to be more than once a day. “Holly, do you mind if we talk for a second?”

Holly felt a lump in her throat forming. She looked between him and Tyler, the latter seeming to have no idea that anything was going on. She shouldn’t talk to him. She couldn’t talk to him. “Sure.”

Matthew extends his hand, Holly taking it and immediately feeling the claminess between the two of them. They walk out of the hall, past the entrance they had all come through less than an hour before, and out to the front, the sky slowly turning dark as the sunset around them. “How have you been?” Matthew asks.

“Good.” Holly could already feel the tears starting to form in her eyes. She didn’t want to have a conversation with him about them. She wanted to be inside, celebrating her friend’s wedding, getting ready to have any and all food and alcohol that was put in front of her so she could go up to her hotel room and just forget the night even happened.

Matthew looks down at his feet, juggling a rock back and forth between his feet. He had no idea what he was going to say. He just knew that when he saw Holly, he had to talk to her. He just wished he had come up with a plan as to what he was going to say.

They stand there in silence as neither of them wants to break it, the sounds of crickets starting to come out as the only noise between the two of them.

“I miss you,” Matthew finally blurts out, after what felt like too long of a silence. He couldn't take standing there without saying something, and he knew that Holly wouldn’t be the first to break. She stands there, unable to look at him.

“I wish we didn’t break up,” he keeps going. “I hate that I don’t get to see you every day anymore.”

“That’s what we decided was best,” she says.

“No, that’s what you decided was best.”

“Matthew, we wanted different things.”

“I know that I wanted you. I still want you. I don’t want anyone else. I would do anything for you, you know that. Just because I didn’t think about marriage didn’t mean I didn’t think about you.” “Matthew.”

“I’ve tried to get my mind off you. I tried to do everything I could. I threw myself even further into hockey, but I kept looking in the stands to see if I could find you at every game I played. I spent hours watching mindless shows and movies on any and every streaming platform and channel I had, but I kept wanting to call you to tell you that you would love it or to laugh about how bad it was. I even tried to pick up a new hobby. Do you know how many times I stabbed myself trying to sew a fucking pillow? And somehow, even that made me think of you?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the last part, trying to stifle any show of emotion. “Matthew, you could have easily gotten over me.” She say that she got over him, but she couldn’t. She couldn't lie to him like that.

“Holly, the only time I leave the apartment at this point is for practice or games because I’m terrified that you’ll show up and want to talk or need something or even just want to scream at me and take any anger out on me, but that I won’t be there for you to do it. You think that’s a thing people who can get over someone can do?”

“Matthew.”

“If you think for a second that I ever did stop loving you, or that I ever will stop loving you, then you never really knew me. If you think that I wouldn’t want to marry you, spend every moment with you, then maybe we shouldn’t have been together.”

“Matthew,” she says, grabbing his face to get his attention. “Matthew, I’ve missed you, too.”

Holly

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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Word counting: 3.5K

Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.

A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.

And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.

After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.

Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.

Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.

- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.

He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.

- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.

- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.

- “Thank you for taking care of him.”

- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”

- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”

I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.

But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.

- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously

- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.

- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”

- “Thank you, Kim, but...”

- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.

- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.

- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.

- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”

- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”

- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”

- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”

And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.

I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.

- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”

We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.

Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.

- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.

- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”

- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.

- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

- “We are not going to her “little get-together,” by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.

- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.

- “Which plans?”

- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”

- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”

- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.

But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.

I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.

- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.

- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.

- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.

- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.

- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.

Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.

- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”

- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”

- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.

- “I would love to! Thank you!.”

I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.

But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.

At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.

- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.

- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”

- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”

Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.

Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.

But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.

- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.

- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.

- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.

- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.

- “Another?”

- “Sure!”

And suddenly, we were on our own.

- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.

- “A little over ten months.”

- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”

- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.

- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”

- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”

- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.

- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.

- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”

- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.

- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”

And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.

I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.

But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.

She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.

I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.

- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”

- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.

- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.

- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled

- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused

- “Of course not! Why would I?”

- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”

- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”

Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.

- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”

- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”

Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.

- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”

My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.

- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.

- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”

- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.

- “I feel like I did.”

- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”

- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.

- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.

- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”

- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.

- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.

- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.

- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”

Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.

- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.

- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.

- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”

- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused

- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”

- “What?! No way”

- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”

- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”

- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.

- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”

- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.

- “Whatever my wife wants.”

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evermoreparker · 4 years ago

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Biggest Fan

Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.

A/n: Hey!! So I'm super excited to share this fic that started out as me sending a cute video to my incredible friend @kidney9-9 until I asked her if she wanted to write this fic with me. Go check all her work, she's an incredible writer, and I'm so lucky to have such a sweet friend. :) Let us know if you like it!! 💖💖

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It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.

As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.

Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.

Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.

You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.

Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.

She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”

Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.

Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out, ''No more Frozen for you!''

Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.

Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.

“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.

“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.

“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.

Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''

''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.

''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.

A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.

“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.

“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.

You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.

As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''

He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''

''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''

Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.

''Daddy?''

''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.

''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.

“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”

#peter parker fluff #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #dad!tom #tom holland angst

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justaself-shipper · 3 years ago

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Marcy x RichGirl!Reader- I Like Me Better

A/N: Request by @Jenny_RHTMT (from Wattpad). An alternate universe where Marcy, Anne and Sasha never went to Amphibia. Warning: This book has bullying and mentions of homophobia and very bad angst.

Marcy looked up at the music box inside the antique shop, then back to the picture of the same box on her phone. Scowling at the picture, she deleted it. “Yeah, right.” She muttered, gloomily walking away from the antique shop. “Stupid book.” “Promise us you’ll text everyday, ok?” Anne said, hugging Marcy one last time. Sasha stood to the side, her arms crossed as she watched Anne and Marcy’s goodbye with a hurt expression. “Of course, Anne. I’ll try my best.” She said, hugging her best friend close. Glancing over to Sasha, she smiled warmly. “C’mere Sash, we need one last photo together.” Anne said, taking out her phone. Walking over, Sasha wrapped her arm around Marcy’s shoulder. “Ok nerds. One last photo shoot!” She said, holding up her own prepared phone. Marcy chuckled. Hearing the beep of her parents horn, her smile faded. They were ready to leave. Pulling her besties in close one last time, she held in her tears. “We’ll try and meet up over the holidays, ok guys?” “Sure Mar-mar.” “Of course dude. Just be careful out there, ok?” “I’ll try my best Anna-banana.” (A few weeks later) Marcy looked up at the tall school building in front of her, gut twisting and turning with anxiety. “Ok…deep breaths Marcy….new school, new possibilities.” She whispered. She jumped when a car horn blared. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed a…very fancy looking car pull up. Stopping in front of the school, Marcy moved into a crowd of students so as not to be seen. The car door opened, revealing a girl with H/L, H/C hair, wearing the same school uniform as Marcy and the other students. The other students stared in wonder and fear. Marcy pursed her lips. “Ooooh boy.” She muttered to herself. “There are rich snobs here…”

Standing in front of her school locker, Marcy stared down in glee at her mobile game, oblivious to her surroundings. All of a sudden, her locker door flew into her face, causing her to stumble for a moment. Giggles erupted from the other side, and Marcy closed her locker properly. A bunch of girls stood on the other side, giggling away as they glanced back at Marcy. One of them was the girl that pulled up in the fancy car that morning. She wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t show any sympathy, either. Not wanting confrontation, Marcy just picked up her backpack, walking away from the still cackling teens on her way to her last two classes that day. (Y/N’s POV) Sienna pointed to the opened locker door in front of us. Mobile game noises sounded from the other side, and the person hadn’t noticed anyone approaching. “Hey, check out this weirdo.” She sneered. Before any of us could react, she swung the locker door full force toward the oblivious person. Hearing a small yelp, everyone started laughing. I just rolled my eyes. As the person closed the locker door, holding her cheek as she glanced toward us, my heart skipped a beat. It was a girl, with short, black hair held back by a green clip, with beautiful hazel eyes. She must be new here. I looked away before she could catch me staring. The girl eventually walked away, hunched over as my friend’s laughter sounded throughout the corridor. Sienna snickered. “Looks like we’ve just found our knew target. What do you say guys?” She smirked. Everyone nodded. I just watched the new girl disappear around the corner. Maybe I can talk to her later?

(End POV) In the cafeteria, Marcy sat by herself. Glancing around at the other tables, she pulled out her lunch, taking a bite as she started to play on her phone once again. “Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Marcy looked up. It was the same group of girls as before. The leader glared down at her. “This is our table. Move it.” Marcy stood up, collecting her things quickly. “Right, I’m sorry.” She gushed. She heard one of the other members, the one who didn’t laugh earlier, say something, but she didn’t quite pick up what it was. Was it “It’s not even our seat”? The leader smirked down at her. “Oh no, you’re not going to get away with it.” Without warning, she grabbed Marcy’s bag. “Hey-!” “What’s this?” She cooed, pulling out Marcy’s notebook. “A diary? Wonder what it says~” Tossing the bag to the other girls, Marcy could only watch in horror as the other girls rummaged through her bag and the gang leader went through her notebook. “Oooh! This is juicy! Maybe I should read it out to the rest of the cafeteria~” she grinned. Marcy panicked. “WAIT-NO! Give it back, please!” She begged, reaching over to grab it. One of the other girls noticed, tripping her as she stepped forward. Falling to the ground, tears pricked her eyes as her face turned red from embarrassment. Y/N watched all this go down. She felt anger boiling up inside her as she watched her so called “friends” bully this poor girl for no reason. When Sienna started reading from the diary, gaining attention from the other students in the cafeteria, Y/N finally snapped. “Check it out everyone! The new girl has a diary! And look at this-her sick little mind believes she’s bisex-“

Marcy covered her face, when loud gasps sounded throughout the room. Removing her hands, she realised the H/C-haired girl in the group had her notebook, holding it close to her as the leader stared at her in disbelief. “Y/N, what the heck is wrong with you-“ “No Sienna! What the heck is wrong with you?!” She snapped. The cafeteria went silent, watching the spectacle. Y/N’s face was red with anger as she stood face to face to Sienna. “Picking on an innocent person, going to read her diary, then calling her sick in the head! I’ve had it! The only one sick in the head is you! Picking on someone for what gender they prefer is the most disgusting thing you’ve ever done! Now-“ she pushed the diary back into Sienna’s hands, and pointed to Marcy still lying on the floor. “Say you're sorry, otherwise I’ll have my parents involved.” She growled. Sienna’s face went pale, so Marcy assumed her parents must be bosses of something big. The leader walked over to the now kneeling Marcy, dropping the book on the ground. “Fine. Sorry.” She muttered. Walking back out, Sienna glared at Y/N. “You’ve made an enemy today, Y/N.” She hissed, disappearing out the cafeteria doors with her gang. Everyone went back to their own business. Marcy collected her bag and belongings, clutching her notebook tightly against her chest. “Hey I’m…really sorry about everything.” A voice mumbled. Glancing up, Marcy realised it was Y/N. The H/C held out her hand. Marcy gladly took it, allowing the girl to help her to her feet. “Uhm…th-thanks for standing up for me.” Marcy said, holding the notebook over her face to hide her pink-tinted cheeks. “It was very brave of you, seeing she was your friend and all…” Y/N rubbed the back of her neck. “Y-yeah well, I couldn’t let her pick on you. People like us have to stick up for each other in a world like this.” She chuckled nervously. Marcy smiled behind her book. “Well, I’m Marcy. Marcy Wu.” She said, holding out her hand. Y/N smiled as well, shaking her hand. “Y/N L/N. You wanna have lunch with me?” “Of course!”

Bonus: Marcy: So…why was Sienna so terrified of you when you mentioned your parents? Y/N: Oh! Uh…my dad may or may not be a mafia boss… *starts sweating* Marcy: Ooh…has he killed people? Y/N: MARCY NO-

Fun fact: while writing this, I had another idea in mind! Let me know if I should do the other version! (Still kinda involves bullying, but no homophobia as far as I’d thought lol. Mostly just a snooty reader being mean toward marcy for a certain reason) note: i also was gonna continue with a prom scene and Sienna was being a beach, but i might leave that for a second part if anyone wants it (it's horrible btw)

AND HEY HAVE YA'LL SEEN THE LATEST OWL HOUSE EPISODE?? I'M BROKEN INSIDE, AND VEE IS AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART!

I ALSO HADN'T REALISED HOW MUCH GUILT I HAD AS I MADE THIS STORY SO YEAH....SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS GUYS

#marcy x reader #marcy wu #amphibia #self insert #x reader #reader #i like me better #fanfic #rich girl reader #marcy wu x reader #request

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