#so i totally get where you're coming from Jessie

[evie-sturns]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

(part 3) (part 2) (part 1)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: glad you guys are liking this series, this part is smutty af, but i like it, i might be wrong but i think this is a little shorter than part 1 and 2.

contains: SMUT! fluff, making out, swearing.

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he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes. "tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."

"you're kidding matt"

"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs

my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..

-

after my makeout session with my bestfriend ,matt, we both went back to our own cabins, packing certain things to prepare for sleeping next to the kids sleeping-hall.

"xaiveerrr!" i yell, swinging the door to our cabin, hes sitting comfortably on his bed, still wearing his swimshorts as he scrolls through his phone. "y/n! i was waiting for you to come back to the lake?" he says, slightly confused.

"oh i just went into the kayak shed with matt." i smile, trying to wipe the blush off my face.

he raises an eyebrow "why'd you go in there? you totally abandoned me, i had to try make friends with fucking lincoln, hes weird as fuck.."

my mind scrambles, trying to think of a believable excuse for why i disappeared with matt into a dark shed for 25 minutes. i open my mouth, nothing comes out.

silence grows in me and xaivers shared cabin before he interrupts "no way, you kissed matt!?" he laughs, i slam my hand over his mouth "ew no what the hell!" i say defensivley.

"you're getting defenssiiivveee" he teases, my face goes cherry red. "we didn't do anything xaiver." i mutter, walking over and packing my toothbrush and pyjamas in a small tote bag.

"oh girl, i know you're not moving out right now, i was kidding!!!" he says, staring at me while i pack everything i need for a night.

"im not moving out, me and matt have to spend the night in the kids hall."

he gasps "oh my god, its luxury in there, i heard paige and dani were in there the other night, the cabin which you guys stay in is relativly close to the kids hall, so you're not actually in with the kids, its just a private room near it." xaiver says.

"oh thank god, though id have to sleep in a bunk in the middle of the kids hall." i sigh, throwing my tote bag over my shoulder, hugging xaiver goodbye.

"don't have too much fun with matt" he whispers, resulting in me slapping his arm "shut up."

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I walk down the long gravel path towards matts cabin, its got a small sign outside which reads, 'MATT & LINCOLN' i walk up to their cabin, knocking twice. matt swings open the door, hes got a toothbrush in hand.

"where the fuck is your bag" i laugh.

"bag?" he questions

"yeah? overnight bag, like pyjamas, toothbruhs, face wash..."

his face stays deadpan "oh uh, this is all i need." he laughs pointing to the toothbrush.

"doesn't matter, lets go." i say unlocking my phone and reading the time 7:34pm

matt subtly holds my hand as we approach the kids hall, theres a small cabin about 20 meters away from it, "theres our room!" he says, walking me over to it and swinging open the door, theres one double bed with a book of rules on it. i place my bag down on the bed as matt flicks through the book

"all the campers must be in bed by 9pm, uhh, any complications call jessie in the main office.." he trails off "seems easy enough."

after a few minutes of unpacking matt grabs my hand again, my heartrate increases as he stares into my eyes, "c'mon, lets go check out the kids hall." he says before letting my hand go and walking out into the evening air.

we walk up the stairs to the kids hall, opening the double doors.

theres about 100 bunk beds, with around 200 hundred kids scattered across the room, wall diveders in some parts so its not just an open room, a group of kids are doing gymnastics, another couple are reading, its chaotic but controlled.

i look up at matt, he seems slightly overwhelmed.

instantly three six year old girls run up to us,

"are you guys boyfriend girlfriennddd!" one of them says, smiling up at me and matt. another group of slightly older girls come up to me, "can we braid your hair?"

i look at matt, hes smiling at me, a small blush painted on his cheeks, "yeah sure!" i say as one of the nine year olds pulls me towards her bunk bed, sitting me and matt down.

she giggles as she pulls out two hairbands, tying up matt's hair into pigtails above his head. matt rubs his eyes, as they start placing bows in his hair. "looking good matt" i say, nudging his arm.

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i check my watch again, 8:55pm

shit.

i stand up from her bunk bed, my hair decked out in glitter hairspray.

i drag matt away from his makeover, "hey, we're just getting to the good part!" matt whines, "matt we have 5 minutes to have 200 kids asleep." i say, stressed, running my hand through my crispy hair.

"you guys have to be in bed in 5 minutes guys! whoever falls asleep first gets a candy!" i yell from the middle of the hall, instantly all the kids leap into bed, screaming as they gather their stuffed animals.

the whole room goes silent, apart from a few whispers, i look at matt whos got a suprised expression spread across his face. i grab his hand before walking towards the door, flicking off the light and stepping out into the night breeze.

we approach our small cabin for the night, matt opens the door, pulling me inside and locking the wooden door behind us.

"we should finish what we started earlier." he mumbles, looking down at me in the dimly lit cabin.

"what?" i whisper, but im cut off by his hand on the side of my cheek, he leans down, pulling me into a gentle kiss.

"we can't matt." i say pulling away.

"why not, you scared?" he teases.

"anyone can walk in or hear us, the walls are paper thin." i sigh.

"who said we have to do it in here?" matt says seductively

"im not fucking you in a public bathroom, thats gross." i sigh, walking over and grabbing my toothbrush.

"come with me." matt whispers, taking my hand and unlocking the door to the cabin. he grips onto my hand as he runs towards the trees, he picks me up, taking me into the garland until theres a patch of soft grass.

he waits for me to say something.

"i think i need you.." i mumble as he lays me on the grass on my back.

"tell me what you want me to do to you baby." he whispers, grabbing the inside of my thigh.

"fuck.. please fuck me." i whisper shakily.

i pull my tanktop off over my head, to his suprise i have no bra on underneath. my nipples instantly become hard as the breeze hits them. i pull down my pyjama shorts, leaving me revealed for him

"its gonna be okay baby, just tell me when." matt says, pulling his sweatpants down.

his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.

"oh my fuck-" i groan, throwing my head back as he kneels between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance "you gotta be nice and quiet for me, can you do that for me?" he says, holding my hand.

he slowly pushes inside of me, his length stretching me out, i wince. "breathe." matt says, "look at me sweetheart." he mumbles as he thrusts deeper inside of me, my eyes stay sealed shut. "watch me baby or i'll stop."

he pulls out to his tip, then thrusts back in "taking me so well."

i let out a loud moan, "shut up, and take it." he says slamming a hand over my mouth. his thrusts intenseify, my moans are muffled by his palm. "im gonna fuck-" i groan, "hold it for me." he says, continuing to fuck me. without warning i clench around him, letting myself go.

he abrubtly pulls out, stroking himself a few times as he whimpers, realeasing all over my stomach before collapsing down beside me.

"im so proud of you." he whispers shakily as he pulls up his sweatpants. he hands me my shorts as he stands up, pulling me onto my feet as my legs tremble. "you okay?" he looks down at me, concern spread across his face.

"mmfgh." i mumble out, still processing what just happened, matt chuckles before picking me up and running us back to the cabin.

(the next morning)

I wake up to the godawful sound of dani's voice, i open my eyes slowly looking at her as she looks down at the bed, her arms folded.

i tap matt, forcing him awake. he groans as he yawns, his eyes springing open. his face drops as he sees danielle.

"saw you two last night." she says, her arms folded.

my stomach drops.

"jessie wants you two in her office, such a shame that you have to go home so early, you were only here for such a small amount of time! guess someone didn't read the no romance between staff rule.." she tuts.

"god, i feel soo sorry for you guys, also gonna fail business class cause you couldn't even keep a job here." she says in a fake sympathetic tone.

tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.

"oh well, go on get dressed and pack your bags, better to be prepared before you see jessie." she sighs before walking out of our cabin.

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taglist which i forgot earlier

@iammattsturniolo @iloveneilperry @tatumrileyslover @chrisstopherfilmed

@leprechaunbirthdaygirl

not too sure wtf just happened none of it workin

[sunsetkerr]

JESSIE'S BABY | j. fleming

summary: a brief introduction to 'baby' and her relationship with jessie

pairing: fem!reader x jessie fleming

notes: first piece for baby!!!!!!!! she's so much fun and I can't wait to write more for her and jessie, because she is just a joy. big sorority girl on campus, our queen, our leader, our baby.

jessie never thought that she would get entangled with a sorority girl

but... spoiler!!! then you came along

jessie majored in materials engineering and environmental science

right she considered herself a total nerd in that retrospect

but she just finds it all so interesting!!!

so one day she meets a girl in one of her classes who is a sister of one of the UCLA sororities

her name is nina

they hit it off, it's great

jessie has finally made a close friend at college

so after a few months of them being friends, jessie is finally invited to the sorority house for a party

and she is NOT having it

she doesn't like to party

she doesn't like to hold eye contact for more than five seconds

and she hates talking to strangers

but after lots of begging

jessie admits defeat and comes along

she spent hours getting ready and deciding on what she should wear in front of a bunch of sorority girls

something pink? or is that too cliche

she ended up going with the first outfit she tried on

a UCLA athletics t-shirt and some jeans 

shes so insecure and not loving life

jessie has to hype herself up to even leave her dorm room and travel 

and then when she gets there and sees people everywhere she calls Nina low-key freaking out

like please come get me im too scared to come inside alone vibes

nina comes out with a gaggle of other girls following her

jessie is still on edge but feeling more calm as she meets all of these girls she was with

they seemed nice enough and they instantly invited her inside to play beer pong with them

they head inside and jessie realises that it was 10x more crazy inside than it was on the front lawn

she is shoving her way through the crowd as politely as she can without losing the group of girls in front of her

but jessie eventually is cut off by a guy chasing his friend with a beer and loses the group

shes left alone in this big sorority house with no idea where she is

jessie gets out her phone to try and call Nina again, but before she can a voice interrupts

"I love your jeans!"

she looks up and came face to face with the closest thing she thinks she will ever see to a god

you were standing there, a pink dress on to match the decor and your hair and makeup done perfectly

jessie is at a stand still

she doesn't know what to do or what to say

completely taken back by you

"I was looking at buying a similar pair last week, where did you get yours from?"

you finally look up at meet her eyes, and jessie didn't think she could fall more in love with someone

but she did

she finally managed to stutter out 'th-they're from a store in Canada.. encircled, I think"

and then you respond with some long-winded sentence about how you've never been to canda but would have always loved to

and about your jeans

and about her jeans and how much you like them

and about the party and if she's enjoying it

jessie's glad that you take the reins on the conversation because she was still too busy trying to recollect herself after making eye contact with you

she doesn't know how it happens

and maybe it's because you're so outgoing you don't even notice how awkward she's being

but you spend the entire night together

jessie ends up telling you that she knows nina

you tell her that nina just happens to be your roommate

you talk about her degree, she asks about yours

she finally works up the courage to say that she likes your dress

the look on your face was so genuine people could have thought that you have never been complemented before

you really were so beautiful, the most radiant person she had ever seen

jessie watched in awe the entire night as you floated around the house, dragging her along in tow

you never failed to introduce her to anyone

"this is my new friend, jessie" "jessie's from Canada" "jessie is on the soccer team, she's really good too" 

the way you complemented her even though you had never even seen her on the pitch made her heart flutter

you ended up inviting jessie to crash in your dorm at the end of the night

but she got too shy, saying she was happy to walk back to her dorm

so you walked back with her

you were the most fearless person that she had ever met

so ready to talk to anyone about anything

too friendly for your own good

too kind and too beautiful

it was almost unfair really

you both became fast friends after that night

you took jessie's phone one night and put your number in it

you texted every day since

the first soccer game that she played after meeting you, you were there in the stands cheering her on

possibly one of the loudest people there

you managed to get everyone chanting for jessie after she scored in the second half

you had this natural affinity for talking to people and making connections

she envied you in that retrospect

you were convinced that jessie had the same effect on people

she just didn't believe you really

you both would spend time studying talking in the library together

back and forth between each others dorm rooms

your sisters joked that jessie would need to pledge if she kept spending so much time at the sorority

jessie knew that she liked girls, had never ever told anyone about it

it was her biggest secret

but she knew that she loved you

you were so different to any other girl that she had laid eyes on

you made existing easier

jessie’s teammates started to notice the difference in her too

she had never been a loud or cocky teammate

but since you started coming to games she found that little bit of extra faith in herself

she scored more, played better and showed off a little more

they chalked it up to you bringing her out of her shell

people were confused by your friendship at first

future sorority president best friends with a engineering major???? unheard of really

but it soon became clear that you guys were a package deal

you were invited to a party? Jessie was coming

jessie had a bonfire with her teammates? it was assumed that you would be bringing marshmallows to toast come sunset

you both were rarely seen without the other

and that became your new normal

you had never spoken to jessie about any guys that you were interested in, but had never mentioned any girls either

so she wasn't sure for ages what your sexuality was

but when you organised a pride parade on campus and showed up with two little flags painted on your cheeks- she finally got that confirmation.

and it was as you painted two little flags of her own colours onto her face that she went for it

jessie fleming kissed you

little shy awkward nerdy jessie just came out and kissed you

I mean.. you weren't complaining

afterwards she was an apologetic mess

"oh my god, I'm so sorry" "that was so not okay of me" "I totally crossed a boundary there" "I am so so sorry" "I'll go"

but when you grabbed her face and told her to "shut up, fleming" and kissed her again it was like everything just kinda made sense?

jessie had never been more content in her life

no goal, or win, or trophy could ever top that first kiss with you

you were her baby, completely untouchable

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 46

"You wanna go somewhere?"

The first words out of Rafe's mouth following his spell of silence shocked Jessie. She didn't expect him to command her so well with just one simple, hushed, sentence. Truthfully, Rafe didn't expect it either, yet he could see that it worked due to the knitted eyebrows and silence from his wife. He had to capitalize on the moment despite his clear shock that Jessie was in the state that she was in, so he asked her the question.

"What do you mean?" Jessie asked simply, not peeling her eyes away from Rafe clearly searching for an answer in the blue orbs. Rafe held his gaze as well, trying to fire back with the same fiery darts of lust and passion to entice Jessie further. It worked, as she was now hanging onto every word that fell out of his mouth, just like Rafe did a few minutes ago. He smirked in response and began playing with the ends of her long hair.

"You and me... taking a little trip... just to get your mind off things."

Despite Jessie always loving when Rafe played with her hair, she didn't budge, as she quickly figured out what he was doing. She chuckled darkly and looked away from Rafe with ease, taking another hit of her cigarette and blowing the smoke once more.

"I don't need to get my mind off of anything, country club." Jessie smirked, now looking back at Rafe. "But you sure as hell do."

Rafe wasn't happy that his initial plan didn't work, but he decided to roll with what he was given.

"But you're open to going somewhere right?" Rafe whispered as he looked at Jessie's lips and then back up into her eyes.

"Sure..." Jessie shrugged with a cocky smile that Rafe had a love-hate relationship with. "Where do you wanna go?" She asked with an eye roll. Rafe acted like he pondered the question, when in reality he had the perfect trip already planned out, a trip that hopefully would put Jessie's mind at ease and get her to open up again. He felt like he was back on his balcony four years ago, smoking with Jessie for the first time just to get her to stick around long enough to open up to him. Some things never change.

"Blue Ridge?" Rafe asked, his arms planted firmly around Jessie's torso. Rafe could see the wheels turning in his wife's head as she had the sudden realization what he was referring to. She chuckled lightly as she looked towards the ground.

"You're parents still have that cabin in the mountains over there? I thought that was just something you told me just to flex." Jessie joked. Rafe laughed in response.

"Yeah, we still have it... well, I have it." Rafe said softly as he licked his lips and brought his hand up to tuck Jessie's hair behind her ear. Rafe looked at her lovingly as if to silently plead with her to agree to go. "Just you and me, in the mountains for maybe a few days or a week or however long you want."

"But what about Charley?"

"The pogues can watch her." Rafe answered with a shrug as if it was no big deal. Jessie scoffed at the idea.

"Rafe, don't get me wrong, I trust JJ and the rest of them with Charley but... they don't exactly have experience taking care of a toddler longer than five minutes. It's a totally different thing to be in charge of her 24/7." Jessie explained with hesitation.

"We got her, Jess." Sarah interrupted as she propped herself up on the door behind them, drinking a cup of hot coffee. Rafe and Jessie both looked behind them to look at the girl that snuck up on them.

"Yeah, I would think between all five of us we could all have eyes on her." JJ said confidently as he made his way back outside. Jessie still wasn't convinced, now putting out her cigarette and looking back at Rafe.

"But what about safety... I mean, we're still kinda exposed with a giant ass cross made of gold and on the run from the cops." Jessie asked. Rafe didn't falter, he only tightened his grip on the girl in his lap for reassurance.

"I've got security. I'll have them take care of it. Charley won't even know they're here." Rafe assured in a soft, understanding tone. He was really going the extra mile. JJ knew Rafe had to seal the deal on getting Jessie away for a few days to get her to come to her senses.

"Come on, Jess. When's the last time you actually took a vacation without Charley?" JJ asked, now coming around and setting on the coffee table in front of the two. Jessie's reply was quick.

"Never."

"Exactly," JJ responded, "as much as it pains me to think of you two alone in the mountains together doing god knows what to each other... it really could be good for you." JJ reiterated, trying not to physically shutter at the godforsaken ideas in his head of his sister and Rafe. The two of them both just rolled their eyes and laughed at the blonde boy. Jessie looked back at Rafe one last time for reassurance.

"Okay." She sighed. Jessie could see the excitement all over Rafe's face as he pulled her closer and kissed her head softly.

"We leave today." Rafe said.

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"Alright, baby. Mommy and daddy are gonna go away for just a few days but we will be back as soon as you know it! You get to spend a few days with Uncle JJ!" Jessie put on her best front to look excited as she hugged her daughter tightly in the driveway of the Chat. Rafe was loading their modest weekend bags in his truck, eventually making his way over to his girls.

"Yayayayay!" Charley cheered as she jumped up and down. It was just as hard for Jessie leave Charley with JJ as it was to leave her with Mama and Tom, she didn't think the goodbyes would ever get easier. She was at least grateful that Charley was excited and didn't seem to understand that her mom and dad would be gone.

"But mommy will call every night so she can see you and talk to you okay?" Jessie reassured the toddler. JJ and Rafe both looked at each other, knowing the call wouldn't be for Charley.

"Mommy doesn't have to call. Uncle JJ's got it alllll under control." JJ said cooly as he crossed his arms in confidence. Jessie just looked up and gave her brother a side eye. Rafe on the other hand, found the comment not only funny, but necessary.

"Mommy's gonna be a little busy." Rafe muttered as he leaned closer to JJ so only he could hear. He most definitely forgot who he was talking to though, and JJ quickly cut the comedy as he made a look of disgust.

"I could've gone my whole like without that image in my head." JJ simply said looking at Rafe with judgement. Rafe just snickered like a little boy and squatted down to be eye level with his two girls. He set his attention on his daughter with sincere eyes.

"If you need daddy, you tell Uncle JJ to call, okay? And I'll come running." Rafe insisted as he looked at Charley with a face that showed he meant business.

"Okayyyyy." Charley nodded frantically, still not totally gripping the gravity of the situation, which both of them were grateful for.

"Give me a hug, darlin." Rafe asked as he opened up his arms to squeeze his daughter tight and plant a kiss on her head. "You're gonna have fun with Uncle JJ and Aunt Sarah!"

"And Uncle Pope, Uncle John B, and Aunt Kie!" JJ joined in with a pointed finger.

Once hugs and kisses had been exchanged, Rafe helped his wife into the passenger side of the truck, then made his way back over to the driver's side. He eyed JJ with a playful yet somewhat serious look.

"Don't lose my kid." Rafe said with a finger pointed to JJ's chest. "Whatever you do to her, I do to you. Don't be a jackass."

JJ only saluted comically to the man in front of him with a clearly fake look of seriousness.

"Sir yes sir! Responsible adult reporting for duty!"

JJ's response did not make Rafe feel like he was any less of a jackass, yet he still knew he could trust him. Just because Charley might not be taken care of the way that Jessie and him would do it, doesn't mean that she wasn't in good hands. Rafe had to remember that. Rafe simply shook his head in response and got in the truck to begin a much needed short road trip to the quiet Blue Ridge Mountains.

Jessie wasted no time in striking up a conversation with her husband. She tried to make it seem casual, but it was anything but.

"So you wanna tell me the real reason you're taking me on a little mommy and daddy get away?" Jessie asked with a smirk on her face as she leaned back in her seat and propped her converse clad feet on the dash. Rafe always hated when she did that, but he knew better than to ever tell her she couldn't do something.

"We can't just get away just the two of us for a couple of days? I've gotta have a motive?" Rafe said jokingly as if he was offended. Jessie could see right through his little plan.

"Well... given that we just came off yet another series of traumatic experiences and we should most definitely be on the run right now, and yet you decide to make a pit stop to the Blue Ridge Mountains with just me in tow... yeah... I would say you have a motive." Jessie explained confidently, looking over at Rafe. He locked his jaw in an attempt to mask his annoyance that Jessie could never take anything for what it was, it was a defense mechanism for her, it's been what's kept her alive.

"I just... know that... you've been tense since everything happened..." Rafe trailed off as he grabbed Jessie hand over the console. "... and I just wanna give you time to decompress... no kids... no pogues... just me and you."

Jessie rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine, Rafe! I've been telling you this!" Jessie reiterated through evident irritation. Rafe wanted to strike back, telling her that she in fact was not fine, but he had to remember the objective of this trip: to get her to relax and be willing to take that guard down. Instead of argue with the brick wall that was Jessie Cameron, he simply opted to nod his head.

"Well then I'm glad, babe..." Rafe said through a fake smile as he brought the back of her hand up to kiss it gently. "Then let's just enjoy this little trip and maybe we can brainstorm where we're gonna go after this."

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: When Love Is Gone

As Valentine's Day is the day of love, my Valentine's gift is not one but two One Villainous Scenes featuring love as the central theme, one leaning on the darkly comical side, the other on just plain dark.

This would be the latter. From the excessive amount of featuring he got in promotion and marketing forToy Story 3, it was clear in 2010 that Lotso Huggin' Bear was one of the film's most major characters, and that they likely had a lot to hide from the audience concering him given how little we were really seeing from him aside from his debut scene. The most common guess was "Lotso is actually the villain!", and....yeah, that turned out correct. It wasn't much a surprise, as it got outed in Lotso's second scene. What turned out to be the real surprise was the extent to which Lotso was a villain. No one was prepared for just how dark, how vile, and how cruel a villain he'd be.

This scene comes right at the climactic point of the film. Woody and the rest of Andy's toys think they're free from Sunnyside Daycare when down comes Lotso and his gang, having tortured their escape plan out of Chatter. Lotso mocks the notion that the toys want to leave Sunnyside to go back to their kid, who "don't want them no more." Woody decrying this statement as a lie prompts the still smug and self-assured Lotso to challenge him "If your kid loves you so much, why is he leavin'? You think you're special, cowboy? You're a piece of plastic! You were made to be thrown away!" There's actually an undercurrent of irritation at Woody when Lotso says this, like it really does bother him that the sheriff would have the gall to believe he's loved enough by his owner to be held in higher regard that your average toy, and never be discarded the way toys so often are.

"Speak of the devil", the garbage truck slowly begins to come down the lane, so Lotso proposes his ultimatum: come back to Sunnyside and be complacent with their stations in communal life together, or get thrown in the dumpster to be picked up by the garbage truck. But then not only do Jessie and Barbie tell him off rather than be shaken by his threats, but Ken, one of his own chief lackeys, comes to stop him from throwing Barbie away and advocates for structural reform to Sunnyside from the dictatorship Lotso's made of it over the years. Note that at this point in the story, we have never seen Lotso get angry. We saw him snap in his backstory, but in the present day events, he has remained mentally fettered, cheerfully authoritative, and in total control at all times. At Ken's show of care for Barbie, Lotso gets even more aggrivated than he was at Woody mere seconds ago, to the point of hurling him across the dumpster to where Stretch and Andy's toys are, and then while his smugness returns as Ken makes his plea, he again dispalys visible anger and displeasure as he argues against the idea that he's the problem with Sunnyside. "I didn't throw you away, your kid did! Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really! Chew on that while you're in the dump!" His mind is made up, and he turns to leave his victims to their coming fate.

"Wait! What about Daisy?" Comes Woody's voice from behind him, and you could almost hear a pin drop at this part. At first Lotso denies knowing what Woody's talking about so as to not expose any of his covered past to his minions, but when Woody presses the matter, the bear claims "and then she threw us out." "No" Woody counters, "she loved you." "She replaced us!" snaps Lotso, prompting Woody to scald him with the truth. "She replaced YOU. And if you couldn't have her, no one could! You LIED to Big Baby and you've been lying ever since!" Woody throwing over Big Baby's heart pin that Daisy wrote her name on is accompanied by more truth that Lotso doesn't want to hear: Daisy loved Lotso as much as a kid could ever love a toy, and it was due to that love for her Lotso Huggin' Bear that her parents bought a replacement Lotso for her after her first one got left behind. Much as she might've also liked Chuckles and Big Baby, only Lotso mattered that much to her that she'd immediately need him back. As a human, she had no way of viewing the Lotsos as their own, different and distinct sentient beings: she just loved Lotso as a toy. Therefore, it was Lotso who ultimately showed he never truly loved Daisy enough to value her happiness over his own, and his friendship with Chuckles and Big Baby proved just as fleeting, as he lied about all three of them having gotten replaced to Big Baby and made Chuckles, who'd seen otherwise, swear to uphold this lie.

But what comes next is the real telling bit. Lotso just screams at Woody "She NEVER loved me!", but Big Baby can only start to cry as he looks down at the heart with his ex-owner's name written on it. At the single utterance of "Mama", Lotso's last thread snaps. "What, you want your mommy back? She NEVER LOVED YOU! DON'T BE SUCH A BABY!" And what's striking is the parallel we can draw to the backstory where Lotso first saw he'd been replaced and snapped. To hammer in his lie to Big Baby, he'd said "She don't love you no more!" Notice that phrasing: "no more", signifying that Lotso did believe that Daisy had sincerely loved the three toys but felt like by not going back for them and even replacing him, she'd shown she'd stopped loving them. The love had been passing and transcactional on the kid's end. But the phrasing in this scene is different: she NEVER loved me, and she NEVER loved you. So over time, Lotso stopped believing that the love and affection he'd been shown by his kid was ever genuine. He stopped believing love truly existed, least of all in the hearts of human toy owners, hence "Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really." In his denial that Daisy ever truly loved him, Lotso forgot what the love felt like, and in turn forgot what it was like to love. His ever hardened heart knows only sorrow, frustration, hatred, and pain. When he established his tyrannical rule over Sunnyside, for all his talk of being a happy found family and "no owners means no heartbreak", he had no good intentions behind any of what he's done: he lives his life as a toy perpetually hurting on the inside, and figured that how much less hurt he could feel could only be measured by how much more he could hurt others.

And worst of all, Lotso reveals here that at his now rotten core, he's also a nihilist. Demanding Andy's toys and Ken get pushed into the dumpster and slugging Big Baby with his cane, he rants furiously that toys should not go thinking for themselves, as "We're all just TRASH waitin' to be THROWN AWAY! That's all a toy is!" With Ned Beaty's voice acting sounding totally deranged with rage and almost on the verge of choking up, Lotso loudly declares that he believes nothing in a toy's life truly matters if toys are all made to ultimately meet the end of being thrown out with the trash, and so he values nothing. Not life, not love or friendship, not even himself. In his mind, he exists in a "every toy for themselves" reality, and so if he can't navigate through it by the empowering self-determination of putting himself on top of others and securing that power by pushing others ever further down beneath him, then he might as well not exist at all....for what else then would he even exist as except a piece of disposable garbage?

Lotso is a strikingly dark, twisted character to come out of this franchise, who asserts himself as truly evil by his world's standards. He's such an absolute monster that we can feel nothing but satisfied glee and relief when Big Baby goes full Darth Vader on his fuzzy, strawberry-scented ass, picking him up and hurling him into the dumpster, then closing the lid down on him against his protests. You get what you deserve, Lotso....and not even for the last time either!

OK, here's the "Where's your kid now, Sheriff?" scene since that's no doubt the Losto villainous scene that comes to most minds. This one features the entire legendary sequence, including the well-deserved fate worse than the Caterpillar Room that Lotso ends up meeting.

[randoimago]

Hey!👋 I saw the Friends to Lovers themed one shots post and wanted to get in my contribution. Could I get one from FFVII where the reader confesses to Jessie through a song, like the whole group is there as well and they all can associate that the lyrics are talking about her, but Jessie herself, the focus of the song is the last to realize. I just thought this idea would be really cute and fun 👉👈

Melody of the Heart

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Character(s): Jessie Rasberry

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): This is super fun and cute!! Also sorry about the ending!

Another successful mission for Avalanche! Everyone was gathered in Seventh Heaven and Wedge and Biggs were trying to mess with the jukebox so it could be used for karaoke.

Jessie was of course the one to suggest karaoke. She's only done it a handful of times before Avalanche, but she thinks it'd be great to do as a celebration besides the typical beers and bar food and drunken darts where Barret almost lost his eye and Wedge almost lost his face in return.

"Oh, I'm so excited. Thank god for Cloud finding all of those records all over the place," Jessie said as she sat down next to you at a table, her legs swinging in excitement. She heard Tifa immediately go to ask Cloud how he knew where to find the records and some stumbled response from the merc, but Jessie turned to you instead. "Any specific songs you're going to sing?"

Her tone is one of mischief because of course she's going to make you sing. She doesn't care if you were shy or hated your voice or what, you are going to sing! She already loves hearing your voice regularly, she can't wait to hear you singing even if you totally suck.

"I have some ideas," you reply as you look through the list Cloud made of the records while there was a cheer in the background as Wedge and Biggs finally got the karaoke jukebox working.

"Remember, that thing is going back to normal after tonight. I am not going to have random customers driving away business due to bad singing," Tifa says with a joking tone while Cloud mutters a "what business" resulting in a punch to his arm.

Months ago, Jessie would have lamented about how close Cloud and Tifa are, but months ago she didn't realize how much closer she is with you. But you haven't seemed to pick up on any of it. She flirts and cuddles you constantly and you continue about your day like nothing happened. It's beyond frustrating!

Drinks are poured and passed around as everyone tries to get the others to sing before Wedge goes up and puts on some over-the-top cheesy ballad that Jessie thinks he didn't even try to sing well. There were laughs and teases as Wedge shot them back and passed the makeshift microphone to Biggs in retaliation for the teasing. That just resulted in the stiffest version of some upbeat, bubblegum pop song.

"You sing next, go go!" Jessie says as Biggs sighs in relief with his song being over. She's trying to push you out of your chair, and you stumble a bit, resulting in a halfhearted glare while she giggles and watches you take the mic.

You end up picking a love song. One that Jessie doesn't recognize. She doesn't even focus on the lyrics as she's locked in eye contact with you as you sing. She hears some snickering and whispers, and she immediately glares at the boys for interrupting your song.

"It's a good song," Tifa says softly as she sits next to Jessie, causing a hum. "Upbeat personality with a heart of gold..." Tifa trails off as she repeats the lyric.

"Yeah, I like it," Jessie replies with a grin and Tifa stares at her for a moment. She goes to reply but stops as Cloud walks over and gently holds Tifa's hand.

"Come on, she'll figure it out eventually," he mutters as he drags Tifa away. Jessie pouts at his words, not knowing exactly what she'll figure out as she watches them leave. That's when she notices that Wedge and Biggs had also left someone while Barret was telling Marlene that it's bedtime so he could leave too. She's a bit pissed that everyone left during the celebration. Especially when you're singing so lovely! Well, there's some flat notes and pitchiness, but you're trying!

Jessie just shakes her head as she looks back to you, a bit taken back at the softness in your eyes as you keep singing. Before, she was too busy focused on your eyes, now she's thinking back to what Cloud said and the lyric Tifa repeated. And that's when she starts listening to the lyrics. Or she wanted to, but the song ends and Jessie pouts.

"Aw, it's over already?" She complains but gives you a bright smile as you walk back over. "Everyone else ditched us," she tells you with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed," you say as you glance around as if you really didn't notice the others were gone. That's odd, she would have thought you would. Maybe you were too focused on the song... Or too focused on something else...

"So, I didn't think romantic love songs were your thing," Jessie says as she feels her heart beat a tad faster. "And talk about that eye contact, I think my heart will explode!" Her tone sounds teasing and flirtatious, but she might actually burst at this point.

"Did you like it?" You ask her softly and Jessie hums as she thinks.

"Four out of five stars! It was almost perfect, but something was missing," she says with a grin, and you smile back. Jessie's eyes drift to your hand gently landing on hers and now her heart might actually explode.

"Not even a four and a half?"

"Well..." Jessie trails off as if in thought but stops as you lean in to kiss her. She freezes for a moment as she was not expecting it. But before you can pull back and do the cheesy "I'm sorry, misunderstanding, won't do it again" crap, she kisses you back. After a moment, the two of you pull away and she stares at you. "Wow, I think my heart will burst," she whispers.

"I love you," you tell her, and she blushes even more at that than the contact and the kisses. Like you actually saying it and putting those words out there really put everything into perspective. Jessie can't help a giggle of happiness.

"I really hope I'm not dreaming," she replies and places her hand against your cheek, smiling more as you lean into the touch. "I'll be pissed if I wake up."

"If you do, then I'll make sure to do this all over again."

"I love you too," she says in response. She's quick to kiss you again and hold you close, glad that the others are gone. But she probably would still kiss you if they were there.

Tifa was a bit upset about the jukebox not being fixed the next day and Cloud ended up with a headache as Jessie pestered him for the record you sang for her, a record that will play in your home every day while you're with her and every day while you remember her.

[little-den]

✨Nuptials ✨

This a compilation of phrases, moments and my own comments (all with a bit of context, of course) of the my Baxter x Gin fic comission

(Not posting all the fic since i don't want to translate it, it's 3856 words long, so pass)

Fic by: Jessy Sasia in fb

Purple: Context

Blue: My comments

Baxter to a couple who hired him:

"[...] My mission is to create an unforgettable memory for you. And yours is to live that dream come true"

Very professional of him, i can see him saying that every first session with his clients

Baxter remembering the moments when he danced with Gin

Looking into her eyes made him feel that there was a universe within other universes, and that made him feel intrigued, and also fascinated. To know that there were innumerable circumstances in which he had no control. In which, there was no choice but to let go.

I love that description!!! somehow it reminded me that they have a sun x moon dynamic where Gin is the sun unlike with the others that she is more the moon part.

Baxter finally called Gin just to coordinate wedding stuff and both acted super professionally, pretending they didn't know each other almost to end of the call when Gin just couldn't more..

Gin: "Hey.... I hope you're doing well, it's nice to hear from you again. Have a nice night, Baxter"

And immediately hanging up without giving him a chance to respond

That was so cool from her!!! Imitate his way of aproaching the call, and break it in the end to just left him there stunned by what just happend

Why was she giving Baxter those hints? He didn't have to know the focus of her life, let alone whether or not if she was in a relationship.

But that boy who had captivated her, smiled with poorly concealed mischief when he understood what she meant. Why couldn't Baxter be like most boys, unable to understand the message between the lines?

I totally can imagine what expression is he making totally in this part. My poor Gin baby starting to overthink and getting flustered, she is so adorable.

Gin: "Tell me... what were you going to do if I didn't realize it was you on the phone?" she asked mischievously, getting up from her chair.

Baxter smiled some more, shoulders slumping.

Baxter: "I didn't think of that; It's something that happens to me when you're in the equation”

Yes! Confront him bby! and i live for Baxter being meek around her on those times

She clossed the distance bit by bit, and after a bit of talk she kissed him

—"And why was that?" Baxter questioned, tilting his head again again.

—"I don't know… When you said goodbye, it was like I had several options in my mind… and I didn't do this, even though I wanted to. I don't want to keep repressing this; I had to give it some closure,” she added, calmly taking two steps back, leaving Baxter somewhat stunned.

—"It will be a pleasure working with you," Gin said, looking a little wistful, but somehow released, without further ado, she turned to leave.

—"Will I see you again?" Baxter asked, again, with an impulsiveness that only came from him when he was near her.

There was another silence, just as Gin was about to open the door.

—It was your choice to walk away; If you want to see me, it will also have to be your choice," she said [...]

Gin returned to her studio

[...] until she felt the vibration on her phone; something that made her pull it out to open the message and see the text.

Baxter: Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?

GURL!?!? What a way to speedrun reconecting with Baxter, A bussiness call, a 20-30 min not so professional reunion, a kiss and you have him back? maybe not in dating terms but to a talking stage is awesome.

But honest if anyone pulled a move like that to me especially her, i'll be back in matter of seconds.

And that last dialoge of Gin? Cheff kiss

Note: Gin may seem super confident there, but i bet she sent panic voice notes after asking for help to the group chat, when the first call ended announcing he is back and what she should do for the next meeting, leaving the meeting " I...I... I kissed him!!! oh no... i bet i made him uncomfortable, and he wont be working with me. Did i ruined the couple wedding?" and lastly after the text message "I did in fact not ruined a wedding, but i'm going to have dinner with him tomorrow.... What do i do now?"

Everyone in the chat stunned by how fast this is going

[doktordismemberment]

Roundup #4: Albums of the year II: Supersize Me Edition

Oh, I'm sorry, did you think all these stupid fucking albums were ever gonna fit into just one list?

As before, these are in no particular order.

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Sigh - Shiki - I feel like Sigh are one of those bands like Merciful Fate/ King Diamond where you either just "get it" or the entire concept is totally alien and off-putting to you. As for me? I like it.

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Strigoi - Viscera - Terrifying blackened doom with slight hints of crust and grind via ex Paradise Lost, The Secret, Extreme Noise Terror personnel.

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Sumerlands - Dreamkiller - These guys sound like a modern era version of my favorite Ozzy album, to the point I find myself really wishing they'd cover Secret Loser.

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Astronoid - Radiant Bloom - Soaring ambient-pop-metal from Lowell MA. If you reimagined Mew's "And the Glass Handed Kites" as a thrash album it would probably sound a lot like Radiant Bloom.

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Aeternam - Heir of the Rising Sun - Avenger/ Crusher era Amon Amarth meets Blind Guardian with lyrics about the crusades.

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Wilderun - Epigone - I have never been the biggest "symphonic metal" guy but for whatever reason this album works for me, probably because I'm a gigantic prog nerd and vast swaths of this album remind me of Genesis/ Yes/ Van Der Graaf Generator... I have to assume at least one of these guys is a BCOM student 'cos it sounds like a lot of the arrangements here are coming out of a "classically trained" headspace.

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Cult Of Luna - The Long Road North - Isis are long dead and Scott Kelly pretty much shit all over any chance of there ever being a new Neurosis album, so it is in Cult of Luna that we must place our hopes.

Luckily, "The Long Road North" carries the apocalyptically heaving quiet/ loud post-metal torch admirably.

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KEN Mode - Null - I feel like KEN Mode have been getting progressively more brutal and terrifying for the past 20 years with the end result being NULL... An album that sounds like the nightmare bastard child of My War era Black Flag and early Swans. God help us all if they ever top this.

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Otoboke Beaver - Super Champon - Splattery Japanese chick-punk that gets stuck in my head mercilessly. I feel like almost any track on this album could be subbed in for the theme song to Dorohedoro if that's any indication of the level of derangement happening here.

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Ereb Altor - Vargtimman - I stumbled across this album while I was in the depths of a months long Bathory kick and wound up really enjoying it. Total Twilight of the Gods/ Hammerheart/ Nordland vibes.

I've heard that Vargtimman is a bit disappointing compared to some of their older albums but it's honestly the only one I've bothered to check out so I can neither confirm or deny that statement.

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Chrome Ghost - House of Falling Ashes - Massive sludge/ grunge/ doom from California. Packs kind of a Floor meets Yob punch.

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Freedom of Fear - Fairly straightforward 90s style melodeath/ melodic black metal with a touch of proggy technicality and killer vocals. My friend Jessie (RIP) would have absolutely loved this band.

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Mordant Arrow - Rhythmic industrial crunch, icy washes of noise, and impeccable synth design combine with a rugged crust punk energy to create one of my favorite electronic albums in ages. A perfect soundtrack to the vast and inescapable surveillance state where we're all currently serving time.

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40 Watt Sun - Achingly sad. Achingly beautiful. And oozing with a palpable sense of loss and desperately reaching for something as it slowly falls away from you.

"Wherever you are, the light will reach."

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Major Parkinson - If Nick Cave's recent forays into electronic music had been a whole lot more successful they probably would have sounded something like Major Parkinson. YMMV but I really enjoy this album. This has kind of a Bowie vibe happening too, for whatever that's worth to anyone...

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The Sawtooth Grin - Imagine Pg.99's Document #8 reconfigured as a Discordance Axis album and that's sorta the ballpark you're in with The Sawtooth grin. The lyrics to "What's Cremation?" fuck me up.

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Grand Harvest - 90's Peaceville style doom 'n' gloom via mud-caked Bolt Thrower style death stomp and more than a slight hint of blackened snarl. More "At Last Light" than first light... A fitting soundtrack to a world that seems to be mostly on fire these days.

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Lament Cityscape - Jesus christ why am I still writing? Anyway, I feel like this new Lament Cityscape is slightly more electronic sounding than some of the older stuff maybe? And the tracks are shorter. But it hits hard and gets out before you have time to get your bearings which is an approach I always appreciate.

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Ok, I was gonna do Video Games too but seriously fuck that (for now)... Writing even this much has taken literal days and I haven't even copied the links yet.

I'm sure I forgot a ton of stuff I liked, and missed a ton of stuff you liked because how dare I, but realistically I can only make one of us happy so I'm gonna say fuck it and go hang out with my wife.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by forgeworldweatherreport; a retroactive prequel)

“Hey, Jessie, can I ask you something?” Vanilla parked her lunch tray at the Feline’s cafeteria table. Franka and Liskarm might’ve joined them, but they were busy that day. “Have you ever seen the Doctor’s face?”

“No, I don’t think I have. Um, why do you ask?” What a weird question to start a conversation with.

The Vouivre smirked. “Just curious. She’s a really nice person, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes, I’d say so.” Jessie shrunk a bit into her chair. “She promoted me, even after a-all the mistakes I made, and um...”

“‘And, um?’” She prompted, clicking ‘Send’ on a text message from underneath the table.

The Feline blushed. “W-well, her voice is really calm, and she a-always knows what to say to c-calm me down when I’m flustered, a-and...Why are you t-teasing me today, Vanilla?”

“Like I said, I’m curious.” The Vouivre flashed her a smile before looking up as the Doctor walked up behind them. “So’s she, actually.”

“‘So is sh-’” Jessica looked behind her, and there was their boss.

Who, as soon as she had the Feline’s attention, slid up her mask. “Good afternoon, Jessica. Vanilla told me something interesting yesterday.”

“Whu-whu-whu...”

The Vouivre chuckled. “See? Happens every time.”

“Fascinating.” The Doctor indulged in a giggle herself. “And adorable, as well. Liskarm was saying she’d like a break from the office-”

“Aaaah!” With agility and speed only a Feline could produce at such short notice, Jessie bolted from her chair, leaving half a meal behind her.

Vanilla and the Doctor shared a look. “Does she normally do that?”

“I’ve seen her turn around and run from people before, but usually she excuses herself, at least.” Blacksteel’s least experienced shrugged. “Maybe she has a thing for redheads?”

“I should probably talk to her with my mask on the next time I see her...Actually, no I should make sure she’s okay now. Could you take care of her tray for me?”

She nodded. “Sure, Doctor. Good luck!”

“Luck? I don’t think I’ll need any for this.” The Doctor slid her mask back on. “Still, thank you.”

A few minutes later, there was a knock on Jessica’s door. “C-c-could you c-come back l-later?” She called from her bedroom.

“I can apologize from out here, if you’d prefer,” the Doctor’s voice replied from the other side.

“O-oh! Um, n-no, I’ll b-be right there!” The Feline cleaned herself up a bit before answering the door. “G-good afternoon, Doctor.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I won’t take up too much more of your time. What happened at lunch today was unprofessional, and I’m sorry for taking advantage of you for my amusement.”

“I f-forgive you, Doctor. I was just, um, caught off guard, and I’m really bad in those kinds of situations.”

“That’s completely understandable. I would like to ask you something while I’m here, if you don’t mind.” The Feline nodded for her to continue. “Vanilla said you would run because you’d find me attractive. Is that true?”

...Well, fuck. “She s-said that?”

“It was what led to the ambush. I was curious to see if she was right.”

“A-ah. W-well, she’s not wrong, but-” Hang on a minute. “B-but why did you want to know?”

The Doctor didn’t react for a second before sighing. “Right, I still have my mask on. Here I am, smiling like a fool, and you can’t see...I wanted to know because it took me several months before I felt like I was ready talk to the girl I like, and if she was going to run away from me every time I tried talking to her, it’d be much harder for us to go on a date.”

“...” Jessica fainted on the spot.

“Oh, my.” She kneeled down beside the Feline, scritching behind her ear. “I suppose I can wait for you to wake up before continuing. Liskarm might wonder where I am for the moment, but it’s nothing she can’t handle.”

Her fainting spell lasted for about ten minutes - long enough for the Doctor to wonder if she’d fallen asleep properly, but that was quickly disproven when she bolted into a sitting position. “Doctor, I- Did I faint?”

“You did, but please, continue.”

“Continue?” Jessica scratched her head. “Contin- oh! That was...that was real? I thought you c-confessed to me.”

She nodded. “I did.”

“Oh, I’m going to faint again. Deep breaths, Jessie, deeeeep breaths...” In, out. In, out.

“I did expect to need to take things slowly,” the Doctor noted, smiling. “When you’ve collected yourself, I would like to have lunch with you.”

The Feline blinked. “Th-that sounds g-good. It m-might be a m-minute.”

“That’s fine; Liskarm can keep the office in order for the rest of the day if we need her to.”

‘A whole day with the Doctor?’ Was it really happening? “Um, c-could you do me a f-favor, D-doctor?”

She softly chuckled. “Of course.”

“Sh-show me your face again. I-i promise I won’t run th-this time.”

“As you wish~” It helped that the Doctor wanted to, anyway; and sure enough, while Jessica did gasp, she didn’t run away. “And to think I thought I was shy around cute girls.”

After a moment of staring, the Feline regained the ability to move and scooted closer, eyes sparkling. “It’s n-not cute girls that do this to me, Doctor.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“W-well, ‘cute’ is what people call me.” A little closer. “A-and I don’t see me in your face...You’re g-gorgeous...”

The Doctor stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we go eat, now that you can look at me safely?”

“Mmm...One thing first?” Jessica took her hand.

“Certa-” She didn’t quite finish the sentence, however, as she was pulled back down. “...Oh my. How bold~”

Her ear twitched. “I couldn’t help myself. W-we can leave in a minute.”

“Whatever you want, dear; you can hold me here as long as you like~”

[lemons-beignets]

🖤 seven of my silly little team rocket headcanons 🖤

jessie & james = wlw & mlm solidarity 🌈

2. james has tried for years to explain technology to jessie, and he's exceptionally patient & kind while he teaches her, but she's much too proud to admit when she doesn't understand and won't ever let him finish an explanation so she never learns anything.

3. james gives fantastic hugs and is very affectionate, but jessie is initially much too guarded to comfortably engage in physical affection. it took a while, but she eventually became more open to hugs as the trio found themselves in frequent frightening situations and james & meowth had enough opportunities to prove to her that they aren't going to abandon her. after enough time as a team, she lets her walls down and hugs them back. james & meowth finally learn that jessie gives truly wonderful hugs when her heart's in it. nobody else gets to know this though, and jessie never once verbally admits to being a hugger. james & meowth respect her need to put up a front and never tell her how amazing her hugs are because they know she'd just get embarrassed, but it's a mutual understanding among the trio.

4. once, meowth dared to ask his teammates why james always drives when they have a car/van even though he doesn't have a license. james made a joke about how letting jessie drive should be a much more serious crime than driving without a license, and an insulted jessie yanked the car keys right out of his pocket and forced her teammates into a car. she hopped in the front seat despite james's frantic protests and barreled down the road doing no less than 90mph at all times, swerving like a maniac, ignoring every traffic law & common courtesy, driving as poorly as she possibly could until the boys finally convinced her to stop, terrified for their lives. james promised never to make fun of her driving again and meowth vowed to himself that he'd just keep his big mouth shut next time he had a question.

5. [minor cw for body image]

jessie & james both have days where they struggle with body image (they make a lot of references — especially in early seasons — to dieting & body size, plus they rarely have easy access to food, which i imagine complicates their relationships with it). when one of them is having a bad day, the other knows exactly how they're feeling and how to help them through it. it's not uncommon for one of them to cook/buy/steal food for the other because they know it's hard to do that for yourself when you're feeling low, and they frequently have to remind each other that even on bad days you need to take care of yourself.

6. jessie wishes that meowth would ride on her shoulder more often as he usually favors james, but she doesn't want to say anything because she refuses to come off as needy or sentimental. james has an excellent ability to tune into jessie's feelings by now though and one day discreetly tells meowth that jessie would love it if the scratch cat got on her shoulder. the next day while they're traipsing around following the twerps, meowth hops up on her shoulder, complaining about the long walk. jessie roasts him for being lazy, but james & meowth notice her softly smiling for the rest of the afternoon. now he does it more often !!

7. james wasn't quite 18 yet when he tried to join team rocket, so he lied about his birthday so he'd still be allowed in. when he met jessie, who was a little over a year older than him, he quickly learned how insecure she is about aging, so when she eventually asked his birthday, he thought it would be better to tell her his fake one so she wouldn't know that he's actually younger than her. he kept up the lie for years, pretending to be the oldest of the trio and letting jessie & meowth celebrate his birthday in the totally wrong season, until finally he accidentally lets slip his real zodiac sign in a conversation. jessie immediately calls him on it, as the birthday he's told her is months off from the zodiac sign he claims. he's forced to admit that he lied to his teammates about his birthday. jessie flies into a rage, meowth fury swipes him across the face, and james apologizes profusely until everyone drops it. later that night, jessie turns to him and says, "i don't even care that you're younger than me. i care that i've never been able to tell you 'happy birthday' when it actually mattered." james thinks his heart might just explode.

[x3kristax3]

Is This The End?

Chapter 10

Jake is waiting for me outside his car. He opens the door and closes it once I'm in. I watch him get in the car and he backs up once he's in drive he grabs my hand.

"Mc, I know I messed up three years ago. I let my demons get the best of me and messed up the best thing in my life."

"Jake, I feel like as much as…." I start to say as he cuts me off.

"Just listen to me please" he says looking at me as his hand moves from my hand to my thigh and squeezes.

I bite my lip and keep quiet. He always knew that when I wouldn't shut up, squeezing that spot on my thigh would do exactly that.

He smirks as he turns back to the road "I see that spot has the same effect".

"Only with you. Others tried and totally didn't shut me up," I say, staring at him.

"After I drove away that day I realized I needed to face my demons correctly." He sighs as his hand doesn't move. "I went and got help. It was a long process and I'm still working on it. However, they thought reaching out to my mom and you would be the best thing to start healing all of it together." I look at him with tears in my eyes.

"Jake, until after you left and I talked with your mom…." I say as I wipe the tears away. "I hadn't realized how bad those demons were. Not going to lie, it's why I still kept going around to see her and checking in on her. We had made a promise to each other that whoever heard from you first would tell the other one." I say as i3 look away to stop the tears.

He pulls over into a parking lot and grabs my face. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you continued being there for her these last three years. Along with Hannah and Lilly" he says as he leans towards me.

I feel a force pulling me towards him and I lean in and we kiss this time deep and messy. I pull myself away to stop myself from climbing in his lap. 

"Jake, can you take me home?" I say looking into his eyes and I see the lust.

"I can't promise I'll be able to control myself if there isn't space between us." He states looking at me and I know what he's thinking.

"Let's finish talking and see where things lead. Because even though I don't trust you like I did, I still love you."  I say looking into his blue eyes as he grabs my thigh again.

The drive back to my place is quiet but we feel the need to talk but don't want to. As we pull into the parking garage I have him park near where I normally park and my car isn't there yet.

I pull out my phone and pull up the chat with Jessy.

MC: Hey heads up Jake is at the apartment with me. We just got here with no idea what is going to happen.

Jessy online

Jessy: thanks. By the way you left a sad little boy here. He's still looking for you.

MC: Oh my god! I totally slipped with the whole thing going on. Tell him when I come by in two weeks I'll make it up to him.

Jessy: Okay I will and you better.

I look up and see Jake on his phone texting someone and my heart sinks as I thought this was going to be different and I get out of his car. As my phone goes off I look at it.

Jake: I couldn't put this into actual words. After years of dealing with those demons you're still the one that I want. You bring sunshine to my darkness and a feeling of home. I know I'll never deserve I am worthy of your love or be the man you truly deserve. Your still breathtaking. Your smile, your laugh, those brown eyes staring into my soul, and today seeing you with the kids I know you will be an amazing mother one day. MC I might feel I don't deserve you but you bring the best of me out and make me want to deserve your love.

I lean against his car as the tears fall as he's still sitting inside.

MC: Come here please.

I put my phone in my purse and take a sigh while I wait. It feels like a lifetime till he's standing in front of me looking at me with those blue eyes so full of love and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Jake Miller.. you are everything I want. You add so much to my life. You make me see things I didn't see before. You were so closed off when we met and opened up to me in ways I didnt imagine. You showed me i was worthy of forever love." I see a smile on his face and I know he's about to get sad.

"Three years ago you broke my heart pushing me away and I didn't know why. I tried everything to fix that, including trying to date other hackers" I say with tears in my eyes. "None of them even came close to you. You are my one in a lifetime kind of love. I'm glad you got help but I wish you could have done it with me by your side. I didn't tell you that I was coming out then because I was also doing job interviews and looking at apartments,” I say looking down.

"Wait, you were looking to move out here then?" He asks, as he grabs my face to lift up so he can look in my eyes

"Yes, I knew you weren’t watching me closely because you would have seen the emails, the phone calls, the texts, the searchs in my web history. I had a sinking feeling you were fighting your demons but I never imagined knocking on your door and someone else would answer. " I say as the tears start streaming down again.

He pulls me away from his car and into his chest "lets go inside and talk okay?" He says rubbing his hand on my back as his other arm squeezes me close.

Once the tears stop he grabs a bag from his trunk and we head up the elevator. I unlock the door and turn off the alarm.

"I'll be right back I want to get out of this dress" as I take off my heels. I lose my balance while taking them off and Jake grabs my waist to steady me. Once they are both off I turn towards him again. I look up at him and bite my lip. His hand reachs for the back of my neck but I move away.  "Ugh we shouldn't" I say walking away with my heels in my hands.

I walk into my room and lock the door. I lean against my dresser and my mind wonders. 

Why does he still have this hold on me after everything? Dan is right I shouldn't allow him back into my heart this easily but I can't control myself.

I grab a pair of jean shorts and a comfortable tshirt as I get changed. I go into a box I have under my dresser of photos of him and I together and find a photo of the two of us. 

He's standing behind me and his arms are wrapped around me. This was the day after he became a free man.  I can't help but smile at the thought of that day. There's a knock on my door and I jump. "Shit, sorry '' I get up leaving the box on my dresser snd unlock it, opening it and he's right outside.

"Everything okay?" He was concerned because it took so long. I see a black shirt and jeans in his hands.

"Yeah, you can get changed in my bathroom" I say as I let him walk in. 

He sees the box and asks "what is that?"  As he grabs the photo on top that I was just looking at it.

"Photos of us and a letter I wrote to you after everything but never sent you." I say as I stand next to him and grab another photo. This one you can't see his face because it was before he was free but he's kissing my cheek and I have the biggest smile on my face. He looks at it and smiles.

"You pulled up the camera to check your makeup and I leaned against you. I could tell you wanted a picture of us together so badly so I reached forward and hit the button." He says with a sad tone.

"This was our first photo together. Even though I couldn't see your face in this photo until we got you free and took others it was my favorite." I say wiping a tear away.

"Why?" He looks at me and wipes another tear away.

"Because when I had tried to take others you always deleted them or got out of frame until this one. We were running for a bit and that night you got us a hotel room and ordered us Chinese. You had me laughing so much I was crying and when we needed to go somewhere. I checked myself not wanting to leave your side. You snapped it and it was so pure and innocent and melted my heart because I realized in that moment we could last through anything. Well I thought we could." I say as I grab the photos from both of us and put the box away.

"MC…" I hear him say as I have my back towards him.

I open the bathroom door "here you go" I say trying not to let myself fall head over heels for him again.

He doesn't say anything and heads in there.

[dutchdread]

Neither ship is canon, though. You can interpret Cloud’s feelings however you’d like because he never officially states that he’s in love with either girl, nor does the canon material state that anyone is a couple. Tifa is his childhood friend, but even in the source material after the Lifestream fiasco she says she realizes they weren’t even close as kids.

Advent Children doesn’t make them canonically official either, as far as I know.

I totally get preferring one ship over the other. I personally think Clerifa is superior.

But really, what I don’t get is why make a whole blog for the sake of arguing whether something is canon or not? And even if it was canon, people are never going to stop shipping Clerith? Seriously. If Square Enix put out a statement today that said, “Tifa and Cloud are an official couple, they’re getting married in a spin-off game hooray :)” it still wouldn’t stop anybody from writing or drawing Clerith. So…I really just don’t get it. What exactly is the point of this? Do you just enjoy arguing with people and telling them that they’re wrong?

Before I answer this I want to say something. I made this blog because it was exhausting having the same arguments over and over and I wanted to have one place where I could just gather everything I wanted to say about it once, and then be done with it. However, my inbox is now pretty full with stuff I've already addressed, and the time it takes to answer them prevents me from making more generalized writings that I can just link to in the future. I could simply give you a very short "you're wrong", but I don't think that's particularly satisfying or productive, that having been said, retyping the same things I've already said in slightly different wording also isn't the best use of my time. When I give a reply, I want it to have some effort and time put into it so I apologize to anyone whose sent me a question that I don't get to. So lets get into it. You're wrong, one ship is canon, I think I've done a pretty good job explaining why on this blog, so I won't go into a full rehash here, but I will address it quickly.

There is a difference between whether or not something is canon, and whether or not we know what is canon. Something can be canon, and yet never be confirmed to be canon. Canon is simply the story as it is. Either Deckard was a replicant in Blade Runner, or he wasn't. The issues of whether or not the audience is ever told what the answer is, and whether or not there is an actual answer, are two different things entirely. Tifa and Cloud is canon, that's the story, now whether or not that's been confirmed is a different matter. I'd argue that it has been, both inside the games and out, but it's still a distinction I should point out. Lets first acknowledge that there is an implication in your question. "Neither ship", "Neither" implies two ships. Which two ships are you talking about? One is Cloud and Tifa, clearly, but what is the other ship? I assume you mean Aerith and Cloud but why would you single them out? Why are you dismissing the Jessie/Cloud shippers? Or the Zack/Cloud shippers? Or the Sephiroth/Cloud shippers? Was there ever some divine proclamation that there are two valid ships and two ships only? No, so why is your question implying that those other ships are somehow less worthy of consideration than the other two ships when this has never been officially stated? You might "like" Clerifa, and you're free to like whatever you like, but when it comes to what is potentially canon you disregard all other ships but two, I just go one further. The reason is quite simple, we don't need a final fantasy bible in order to determine what is going on in the story. In fact, if a story requires outside information in order to make sense of it, the story has failed. For all intents and purposes, we know that Cloud and Sephiroth are not secretly in love because that's simply not the story that's being told, no matter how much you want it to be, and regardless of whether or not it has ever been explicitly denied by the developers. When I watch the sixth sense (spoilers for the sixth sense btw) I don't need Haley Joel Osments character to tell Bruce Willis "You're dead dude, you're a ghost, here's your death certificate, here's a video of the cremation, when you were sitting with my mom she didn't actually see you" for us to understand that Bruce Willis is canonically dead. That's simply the story being told through visual storytelling, and when we look back at all the evidence that makes it look like Bruce Willis was alive, we understand that that's an intentional red herring. The lifestream sequence is such a moment. We get the reveal that Tifas opinion is the only one that matters. We get the reveal that Cloud fell in love with Tifa when he was a boy. We get the reveal that Cloud reason for becoming a Soldier was to get Tifa to notice him, that he's literally dedicated his life to it. We get the reveal that the cold distant Cloud we've seen throughout the game came to pass as a result of Cloud not being able to live with failing her and wanting to be the sort of hero that could protect her. Everything we've seen in the game concerning Cloud is recontextualized as being related to his feelings for Tifa. Not only that, but Cloud is revealed to have been behaving like Aeriths ex and we get an entire game where we play as said ex, desperately trying to get back to her, which goes out of it's way to mirror Aerith and Zacks relationship with Cloud and Tifas, as well as state that Aeriths one wish is to spend more time with Zack and show how during FFVII, that was exactly what she was doing. This story is about as subtle and ambiguous as a sledgehammer to the face, it's not a matter of personal interpretation, it's a matter of lying to yourself vs not lying to yourself, which I will repeat until it sinks in. Even though Zidane and Garnet did nothing sexual and never started any sort of relationship in FFIX we still understand that Garnet and Zidane are canon, and not Eiko/Zidane. In the same vein we know that Cloud and Tifa are canon because THAT'S THE STORY. And I won't sit here and pretend that it's not just because

it might upset someones feelings. Every other candidate you might have had in mind as Clouds partner, be it Jessie, or Aerith, or hell, Zack or Sephiroth if that's your groove, they're literally all dead. This is literally an open and shut casket.

People pretend like there are two routes here, a Tifa route, and an Aerith route.....There aren't. This is not some situation where you have multiple endings, one where Cloud ends up with Aerith, and one where he ends up with Tifa, and we don't know which version of the story actually happened. NO, there is a Tifa route, which ends with Aerith dying, the player discovering Cloud always loved Tifa, Tifa and Cloud confirming their feelings match, and them raising children together at the seventh heaven. And then there's ANOTHER TIFA ROUTE! Which also ends with Aerith dying, the player discovering Cloud always loved Tifa, Tifa and Cloud confirming their feelings match, and them raising children together at the seventh heaven. There is no Aerith route here, so why are people pretending there is? In no version of this story has Cloud ever shown romantic interest in Aerith. In no version of this story does Cloud not have a romantic interest in Tifa, in no version of this story does Cloud not end up raising a family with Tifa. This entire Cloud/Aerith romance is something that literally only exists in the heads of the people who are trying to will it into existence, so why am I asked to pretend that there is validity in what is essentially a conspiracy theory about how "everything we know about FFVII is wrong, and Cloud actually ends up with Aerith"? Garnet and Zidane hug? CANON! Tifa and Cloud have sex? "nah man, nothings confirmed". Zidane shows interest in every girl he meets? "Canonically loves Garnet." Cloud never shown to have any sexual/romantic interest in any girl except Tifa? "nah man, nothings confirmed". Rinoa and Squalls alternate love interests still alive? "doesn't matter". Literally all of Clouds hypothetical other love interests dead? "NOTHINGS CONFIRMED!"

What is it that people are not getting here? What about this story is seemingly so vague and unconfirmed and open to interpretation? There is nothing ambiguous about this story. Cloud has been revealed to have been in love with Tifa ever since he was a child. Tifa has been revealed to have been in love with Cloud ever since she was a child. Their feelings have been confirmed to endure to the current day. Their feelings have been confirmed to match and to lead them to raise a family. They literally have sex. Real Cloud has shown zero romantic interest in any other character. Tifa has shown zero romantic interest in any other character. Clouds feelings towards Aerith and Zack have consistently been described as "feelings of guilt". Living with Tifa has been described as his promised land. Tifa's last name is literally a reference towards Clouds feelings for her. Aerith has had an entire game showing her loving Zack, and showing how her actions with Cloud were mimicking her time with Zack. Aerith and Zack have been shown to walk into the light together. THERE WAS AN ENTIRE MOVIE DEDICATED TO THE IDEA OF MOVING ON, LETTING THE PAST REST, AND GOING ON WITH LIFE! And most importantly, all these facts fit what was always the obvious and in your face essence of the story. If you needed the developers to explain to you that Cloud is going through feelings of survivors guilt in advent children, and that it's not a love story, then you've failed as a viewer because this was never in any way unclear UNLESS you've got a warped preconception of the story based on your incorrect, emotionally created, misunderstanding of what FFVII is about.

Do you just enjoy arguing with people and telling them that they’re wrong?

Yes. There are other reasons though, I don't argue with people over everything that they're wrong about, I only argue when people are obviously wrong and I am personally baffled by the fact that they just refuse to admit the glaringly obvious. For instance, when people argue that the world is flat, even though it really has no impact on me whether or not they believe it, I find that infuriating because it's so obviously wrong. They're also influencing the fandom, which I find annoying, I like FFVII, and I want to talk about FFVII, but too often I find that I can't because I can't even mention the story of FFVII without people bringing up conspiracy theories and demanding I acknowledge them. No other FF fandom requires me to pretend that the canonical couples aren't what they are. Not only does this make it annoying to talk about the game, but it leads to misconceptions that make the game less beloved than it should be. The amount of people who criticize Advent children, not because it's objectively bad, but because they simply don't understand the story, is staggering. And that has consequences. Not only is it generally bad for you if something you're a fan off is hated, since that impact future merchandise, but it also impacts fellow fans. I've seen numerous people complaining about misinformation and being thankful for the help once they finally understand the story. Generally, when someone claims to be a fan of FFVII, but is saying something that is incorrect, I will correct them. This shouldn't be that difficult to understand, let's say you love soccer or something and you hear a fellow soccer fan say something about how Germany won the world cup in 1992, and you know that actually Denmark won in 1992. Would you not want to do them the courtesy of telling them they're wrong? (Yes I had to look this up because I do not love soccer). When I am wrong about something, I want people to tell me, so I can correct myself and learn more about the things I love. I've never gotten mad about being proven wrong. If you're correct, you shouldn't be scared of people telling you you're wrong, and if you're a fan, you should be happy to learn more about the thing you love. Every time I debate someone on this topic, I become more knowledgeable about a topic I love. When someone has a defensible position, they don't need to get upset, they can just carry on a conversation. When people get upset because you're telling them they're wrong, it's usually because they're emotionally attached to the position, can't defend it, and so lash out against you to stop you from taking it. They're not in the wrong for being wrong, you're in the wrong for "pointing out that they're wrong". Well, that or because you've heard the same extremely flawed arguments a thousand times before and are sick of responding to them. Either or.

[nightowlwriting]

summary: caleb is not so sure that he deserves the kindness you've done for him. you're sure that he deserves so much more, and you plan to show him in small increments so that you don't scare him away. the shopping trip is only the beginning. (part 3/13 of the kindness series, a thematically connected series of c2/exu imagines)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: caleb's low self-esteem, mentions of political corruption, set early in c2

note: i am only on ep16 of c2 so that's where we're at folks, also my german is so so so rusty so uhhh hope it's right but any germans want to correct me feel free lmfao

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Caleb Widogast is a jumpy, jumpy man. You assume it’s for good reason - he’d confided in the group that he met Nott in jail and, well, typically people don’t go to jail unless they’ve done something.

(Although, the more that you adventure with the Mighty Nein you’re not so sure that’s true. It seems like corruption runs deep in the Empire, and you’ve only scratched the surface.)

Still, he is far jumpier than even Nott, and she’s a goblin in the Empire. You watch him, sometimes, and cringe when he flinches. It’s not pity that makes you start being nice to Caleb, but that does color your actions in the beginning. You are of the firm belief that he is a good person, that all of the Nein are, and that they deserve kindness. Caleb most of all. He is so hard on himself and no amount of coaxing from the rest of the group can get him to ease up. Not even Nott, and she functions as his pseudo-mother. But you want him to loosen up, want more of those moments where he makes a joke with a straight face, only to crack a small smile when the group looks away from him. (You try not to look away, craving those moments where you can see the smile light up his face.) When your group arrives in Zadash, you make it your mission to get Caleb to feel some sort of positive emotions about himself.

Or some sort of positive emotion that’s not scarred by whatever happened in his past. You want him to be happy, to heal from whatever keeps him held back from joking with the rest of you. It doesn’t even matter if he reciprocates how you feel about him - you don’t really care. You can love him from afar, be kind to him, and that will be enough for you. He doesn’t have to fall in love with you like you’ve fallen in love with him, really, that’s not why you’re doing this. This being stopping by Pumat’s shop to pick up some more spell scrolls for him with your gold. He had been muttering to himself the last time you were all in about not having enough money, but you hadn't wanted to embarrass him by purchasing them on his behalf, so a separate trip it is. Pumats, all of them, seem to know what you’re doing because they smile when you tuck the scrolls under your cloak and sweep out of the shop.

Your next stop is an ink shop, where you pick up some more ink and incense for Caleb. You’re not really sure how his magic works because it’s not something he was born with or given by a God, but you know that he’s always looking for good ink, parchment, and incense. Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean that you can’t be supportive. You hope that’s what Caleb will get out of your gift, and not anything else. After you gather the magic supplies - you’d asked specifically for the things that wizards use just to make sure - you make your way to the Chastity’s Nook. Maybe Caleb was joking about wanting to be titillated while he learns, but you feel better safe than sorry.

The worker there is incredibly nice, if not shy, and helps you pick out something educational, historical, and terribly smutty. It makes you blush when you glance through it, but it seems to be the right balance of the things that Caleb has expressed interest in before. (Even if that might be fake - you’re not totally sure. Still, it can not hurt to try.) She even wraps it up nicely for you, offering to wrap your other gifts too. That might be too much, so you decline, but you still pass her a few more silver as a tip. You’ve never been so nervous as you are when you make your way back to the tavern where you’re staying, but it’s almost easy to keep your cool and mask the absolute terror you feel when Caleb is sitting with the group, eating dinner. You were kind of counting on him being in his room, reading, but you don’t let his sudden appearance stop you. Jester spots you first, patting the empty seat between her and Nott, calling your name. You slip into it, easily concealing your gifts behind your back. “Where did you go?”

A sly smile slips onto your face as you reach forward, taking a portion of the food they’d ordered, “Oh, you know, around.”

“You smell like perfume,” Beau leans over Nott and sniffs you, making a slightly disgusted face, “Why do you smell like perfume?”

“I went shopping,” You cut in before Jester and Molly can interject with salacious theories, “That shopping happened to be in the Tri-Spire, thank you very much.” Caleb raises an eyebrow, sharing a look with Fjord, but you ignore it. “What did you guys do today?” You don’t really listen - only enough to hum or nod as they’re speaking - because you’re focused on figuring out a plan to get your gifts to Caleb without the others noticing or making him feel like you’re doing it out of pity, or that he owes you. You just want him to be happy that he’s getting a gift. It’s later, when everyone has cleared out, that Jester shakes your shoulder lightly, calling your name.

“Are you okay?” Her dark blue eyebrows pull down over her eyes, incredibly worried, “You didn’t talk at all during dinner.” You take her hand in yours, squeezing it briefly.

“I’m fine, Jessie. I think I might head to bed, though.” You give her a hug before heading up to your room, looking over your shoulder just before you hit the stairs to see if Caleb had gone to bed when you had zoned out. He’s easy to find in the corner, nose deep in a book, and you grin. That makes everything so much easier, especially since Nott is tucked into the booth next to him. That means that their room is completely empty and a perfect place to drop the gifts without any of the unnecessary baggage that might come with giving them to him face to face. You don’t even think about the fact that he might have warded his room until it’s too late. (That being until you watch the string snap around your ankles when you make it four steps into the room.)

But, damnit, you have a mission to complete. There’s at least a minute before Caleb makes it to the stairs and perhaps another half a minute before he hits the door. You set the things up on what you think is Caleb’s bed a little messier than you wanted but you’re running out of time. The door is a no-go to leave, and you can hear Caleb bounding up the steps. You whirl, tugging your cloak tightly around you as you debate jumping through the window instead of opening it. In the end that will just draw an entirely different reaction than you want, so you settle for slamming the window up and slinging one leg over the sill. Caleb’s room is on the second floor, so the fall might hurt a little bit, but Caleb is right outside the door, so you don’t have any other choices-

“Was machst du in meinem Zimmer!?” He bellows, hands already engulfed in flame, when he kicks the door open. It startles you off of the window sill, luckily into the room instead of out. You pop up, hands raised and already talking.

“Okay, I don’t know what you’re saying but I didn’t know you had your room warded, I was just trying to give you the things that I bought you today, and then by the time I realized it was too late because I couldn’t just leave without giving you the stuff, because then you’d be scared-” Caleb extinguishes the flames that had started to crawl up his arms, shutting the door as he comes closer to the bed. You scramble to your feet, snagging your cloak in your hands to twist it nervously. “-I should leave now, excuse me.” You do your best to skirt around him but Caleb holds up a hand, eyes on the pile of loot you’ve left on his bed. He wraps a warm hand around your wrist to keep you in place as he tries to process what’s happening.

“What is on my bed?” Caleb finally looks toward you then, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you nervously fidget with your robe, biting your lower lip. “I am not mad, but what do you mean things you bought me?” He gestures loosely with the other hand and you take a step closer to him and the bed. You weren’t ready for being confronted with Caleb, despite how much you thought about what you might say to him in a situation like this. You almost swallow your tongue trying to figure out what to say to him.

“I bought you things,” You blurt, “Because you deserve it. I’m not sure if it’s all the right things, but I tried and even if you can’t use them for, you know, magic things you can use them for other stuff-” You watch as he makes his way over to the pile and begins rifling through it, mumbling to himself in Zemnian. “I’m not doing this out of pity, or anything,” You move to his side, peeking over as he skims through the book you bought, “I did it because I want to, I promise.” You wring your hands and look off to the side, avoiding watching the way he’s pouring over what you’ve bought, “You weren’t even really supposed to know they’re from me, honestly, I just wanted to do something nice for you because you deserve kindness-”

“-I am not so sure about that,” Caleb turns to you, catching your attention. He smiles, but it’s weak, when he looks at the small pile you’ve bought for him, “The spells will be useful for the group, but the rest… You are too kind.”

“I’m not!” Perhaps on instinct, you reach out and clasp his wrists in your hands, “No, Caleb, please. I didn’t do this to make you feel bad, I want you to feel good. You’re so bright, Caleb, and so amazing that I just want you to feel a fraction of the happiness you make me feel.” He hesitates so you press on, taking the chance to step closer to him as your heart takes off at a breakneck pace in your chest. “Please, don’t feel guilty. I did this because I want to, okay? I want to make you happy and make you smile, and make you feel good because it makes me feel good. You don’t have to do - to do anything and if you want, I’ll stop. You just say the word and I’ll stop, but I see you, Caleb.” Your voice breaks off as your eyes mist over. He looks awe-inspired at you, not stepping away or pulling from your grasp, “I see you. I see the way you bite back jokes, and sometimes they slip through. I see the way you care for us, for Nott. I see the way you sacrifice yourself in everything you do because you don’t feel like you deserve to be happy, but you do. Please, you are such a good man - I can see it. I can feel it, Caleb. You deserve the world’s largest kindness, but if I can’t give that to you I’ll give you small kindnesses, if you’ll let me.” Your lip quivers and your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper when you decide to fling yourself off the metaphorical cliff you’ve found yourself on, “Caleb Widogast, I wish to give you never-ending small kindnesses not only because you deserve them, but because I love you. I am in love with you.” The difference sits heavy in the air between you as you watch Caleb process everything that you’ve said.

“You… Are you in love with me?”

“Undoubtedly.” You confirmed, whispering. He’s stepped toward you a fraction of an inch, but it puts the both of you nearly chest to chest. “I have never been so sure of something, Caleb.”

“I enjoy the way you say my name.” He confesses. You watch in wonder as red begins to crest from underneath his facial hair, coloring his cheeks a rosy, pretty pink. He tries to look away, but you duck your head to try and keep some semblance of eye contact. Your hands tremble in his.

“I’ll say it forever, then,” You try to smile, but you really only manage an upward quiver of your lips, “Every day, if you’ll accept my kindness.”

“Es wird schwer,” Caleb says under his breath as he shuffles even closer to you, “Es wird so schwer, aber ich werde es versuchen.” You’re not totally sure what he’s saying, but when he presses a terrified, hesitant kiss against your lips the message comes across loud and clear.

[straykidsworldwild]

Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 1 : MC is having a horrible, horrible day and she goes to the Aurora to have a drink.

(⚠️Sad. Some swearing ⚠️)

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Heyy guys!! Here's a little Phil Hawkins one shot part 1 because there's not enough Duskwood imagines 🙈

(pictures aren't mines but I made the collage and the character aren't mines. All rights go to Duskwood creators and owners of the pics.)

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My day was total crap... I don't believe I've had such a horrible day before. Or at least, not for a long time... It feels like everything is falling apart little by little. Like nothing is meant to go normally. I woke up like any other day, and yet, it feels like I woke up in a chaotic world where everything is meant to go wrong... Since that call, everything is going downhill...

The night has fallen which means I have officially done my day. It felt like forever... Like I am in an endless loop... And since I was meant to do the closing, my day felt even longer than usual. I just finished cleaning the little restaurant I worked at and closed it. It's not a job I would want to do my whole life, even though it is nice to work in a restaurant, but I need money to pay for my college study. My mom is helping pay for them, but I'm trying to pay as much as I can on my own. Anyway... I am walking in the streets of Duskwood which are beamed by the streetlights. It is surprisingly emptier than usual. I guess it's due to the rain... Like my day wasn't cloudy enough already... I think I need a break... Yeah... I need a drink...

I walk toward a familiar building, some greenish-blueish light lightening the area. Aurora... The famous bar of Duskwood owned by my best friend's brother. I've rarely been there alone... Usually I go with the rest of the group. But I really need... Ugh... Maybe I should just go home? Isn't it too late to go there anyway? Ugh... I'm asking myself too many questions. I guess a drink really won't hurt. I reach the door before falling face to face with a sign. CLOSED. Great... I sigh disappointed as I am standing under the rain. Oh... But he is still here. Through the window, I can see a familiar figure cleaning the place. Oh well, I'm neither here nor there... I lift my hand and knock on the door of the bar. The man turned around as I got his attention. I cross my arms over my chest and notice that the rain has already soaked my hair and my vest. I must look awful... The man comes up to the door and opens it for me.

- Gorgeous! Come in before you catch a cold, tells me, the man, using that nickname he always does. I don't know why he does it... I never heard him calling other girls like this. Well, he does use pet names but not this specific one. I step in the bar and he closes the door behind me. You know I love you very much but I'm about to close so... He begins to tell me with his famous smirk despite the little fatigue I can see on his face. His hair is held up in a bun as he usually does when he works. He is wearing a white shirt, letting his huge tattoo on his neck appear, and a black trousers. By the sight of his eyes, I can tell he had a long day too...

- I just need one drink, Phil, I simply answer to my friend. My voice sounded so... Tired and flat. Phil looks at me with a slight surprise, losing slowly his smile. I guess the sound of my voice surprised him. Please... I plead to him with the same tone.

- I would never say "no" to my favorite customer, would I? He answers with a smirk. I faintly smile back at him, happy that finally something goes well. For now... He could have said "no". The two of us walk over to the bar and I sit on a stool while he goes behind the counter. We're alone in the bar since he was about to close so it's pretty quiet. The usual I guess, he tells me with his deep and calm voice.

- Actually... Whiskey. Pure, I reply, stopping him in his momentum. Phil looks back at me for a second, processing my words.

- Wow, I knew you had that wild part in you, Gorgeous, but I didn't think I would ever see it, he tells me with a surprised tone again. Yet, he doesn't seem to dislike it. Phil gets two glasses and he pours a little bit of the beverage in the glasses.

- A little more, please... I tell him with the same flat and tired voice. I stop myself from letting a long sigh out. Again, I feel his eyes burning me before he pours a little more alcohol. Thanks, I thank him.

- On the house, he tells me, leaning against the counter as he raises his glass. I was about to retort but he gave me a look, telling me he won't change his mind.

- Double thanks, I thank him again, clinking my glass with him before taking a sip. Argh... That tastes awful! I can feel the liquid burning my throat.

- So... I know I act like I am very happy to see you, which is the case, don't get me wrong, Gorgeous, he begins to tell me before rapidly correcting himself. But I also see that you're not fine, MC, Oh... I look down as I take a deep breath in. It must not be very hard to see I had a bad day then... Usually I can hide it pretty well... But right now. It's too deep, too much. I'm not even sure "bad" is a strong enough word to describe how crappy my day was. What's wrong? He asks me, sounding calm, gentle and interested, yet, with a point of concern.

- I'm okay, Phil, I softly respond to my friend while slowly shaking my head negatively.

- Mmh... This "I'm okay" sounded more like a "I'm-not-okay-but-I-am-putting-a-brave-face-on". Like a hidden call for help, he tells me gently, yet, seriously. His deep voice is just so... Irresistible, and always so calm. Who could resist it? Well... I guess at this moment I can. My mind is too bothered and busy right now. I crack a very faint smile before looking down at my glass again. I take a sip of it and lightly grimace to the taste of the drink. Who hurt you? He asks me seriously as he takes a cigarette and the lighter. Who… Why someone and not something?

- It's not about me, I respond in a whisper, lying to him. I hate talking about myself when I'm down. I don't want to bother people with my problems... I don't want to be the one to bring negative vibes. Oh no... I turn lightly my head to the side as I feel the tears coming up. I need a break... I need to break.

- Lie, he simply says. I don't look at him and I don't contradict him either. What happened? He asks again with seriousness, not letting this subject aside. I don't answer again. I can feel a lump in my throat. The tears are thick in my eyes and threatening to fall at any time now. MC, talk to me. I'm not here to judge you or... I hide my face even more as I can't stop myself from grimacing sadly. I can't take it... I let a sob out accidentally as if my body is talking for myself. I want to scream. But I can't... MC... He calls me with concern. Phil puts down his cigarette and walks around the counter to join my sides. I don't move and keep my back to him. I hate when people see me crying... Phil puts his hand on my shoulder so I could face him but I push it away, not too harshly, but not too gently either. I let another sob out as I closed my eyes. The tears are so thick and warm... There's so much emotion in them. They roll down my cheeks regularly, evacuating my pain. Without saying a word, I feel a pair of arms holding me. A chest lays against my back. My hair was all wet... His shirt must be wet too by now. It's okay, MC, I hear him whispering. I should push him away. I know how Phil is with girls... Isn't it too easy to cry in front of him and him then being too nice? I know he is my friend and my best friend's brother, but... God, I'm lost. Usually I go to Jessy or I call her. But I came here... Why? Ugh...

- I'm sorry... I whisper shakily through my sobs. I came for a drink and I ended up breaking in front of him...

- No, it's okay. Get it out, he says with a comforting and calm tone. It actually sounds weird coming from him... I know Phil for a few years and he was never like this. I mean, he is always calm but caring like this? That's rare... More than rare. Long minutes later, I slowly calm down. I am still breathing lightly shakily but I'm not sobbing anymore. Only a few tears here and there stream down my eyes. I take a deep breath in and out before wiping my cheeks. I don't remember when was the last time I cried this much... It hurts. It hurts so much. I accumulated too much. I didn't break when mom told me about my uncle's death… I guess I didn't realize what was real and happening at the moment… Or I didn't want to believe it… That built up on my nerves and… This is the result. Slowly, I pull myself away from Phil who didn't let go of me one second. I turn around to face him, but avoid his eyes. Like I thought, the top of his shirt is all wet, letting his tattoos appear a little more on his chest. I'm still confused about what just happened... That's not me to cry in front of people like this... And that's definitely not the Phil I know. Tell me what's wrong, Gorgeous, he says seriously, still wanting to know what got me in such a state. He never gives up...

- Everything, I answer back, my voice lightly breaking. I wipe my cheeks again as I clear my throat. To begin with, when I woke up this morning, I learned that my uncle had passed away during the night. He drove a truck from a country to another and... I explain to him, confessing the terrible news that started this awful day of mine. However, I couldn't bring myself to finish my sentence. I bring my hand over my heart and press on it as if it would take the pain away. Since the call... Just saying those words hurts just as much as saying them in my head. If not more...

- I'm sorry to hear that, he apologizes sincerely.

- Me too... Thanks... But that's not it, I thank him with a sad tone before lightly sniffling. After receiving my mom's call to tell me this awful news, I went to work today because I couldn't stay home. I needed to get my mind busy and to... Not think about the incident, I confess as I feel a new tear rolling down my cheek. My uncle and I were close, you know? He kind of raised me with my mom since my dad left her when she told him about me, I admit to the boy. I watch Phil frowning as he discovers a part of my life that I don't usually bring up. Why am I telling him all of this? It's not like he cares anyway... Does he? Anyway, to continue this unpleasant day, I had the pleasure to meet very unpleasant and rude customers all day long. Like this one call wasn't enough already... One of the customers said that they didn't want me as their waitress because I've got curves, some others telling me I was too long when in reality I just walked away from their table, a couple literally told me I gave them the wrong command and threw their drinks at me, and another one insulted me because there wasn't anymore sandwich like he wanted, I tell him all of this in just one single breath. Yet, you could hear how tired and hurt I am right now. I guess the death of my uncle adding this unnecessary crap was just too much at once. And to add more, my boss is cutting half my pay off because I accidentally broke a cup... A damn cup! Can this day get any worse? I finish to say as I look away, letting a heavy and shaky sight out as another tear rolls down my face. My hand is still over my heart as if I am protecting it all while trying to reject all negative emotions. Suddenly, two fingers softly come grabbing my chin and force me to lift my head up.

- Your boss is a dick, MC. Always have been, always will be, he tells me, the sound of those words sounding familiar. How many times did he already say this to me? I stopped counting... But I should listen, he is right. And f**k those customers. They're not happy? Tell them to go to another restaurant, he responds seriously. His deep voice sounds so calm despite the upset look he has on his face. Am I upsetting him or is he upset because of what happened to me today?

- Right, I kind of need to keep my job despite everything. But you can go tell them that, I respond with a small scoff, yet, trying to use sarcasm.

- Sure, give me names and faces and I'll find them, he replies playfully, yet a point of seriousness heard in his voice. I smile to his answer, appreciating his concern and protectiveness. Though, I never thought it would ever happen one day. Phil is... Not the last person I'd go to to talk but definitely not the first one either... Usually. I look away again and lightly sniffle. Phil wipes some of my tears away. His hands are so soft... It's weird. I've never seen you cry before, he whispers. I look back up at him, watching him slightly frowning. That's true... Not sure a lot of people saw me crying before either... Not even Jessy. I weakly nod before shrugging.

- How does it feel to watch a girl crying in front of you? I reply slightly playfully. Jessy's brother grabs something on the other side of the counter before handing it to me. Tissues... I take them from his hand, thanking him.

- It's painful. When it's you... It's different... Painful, he responds, taking his cigarette again. Oh... I wasn't waiting for an answer like this one. I was waiting for him to say "Can you just stop thinking for a moment?" Or "Stop crying over so little"... But none of that. I watch Phil blowing some smoke, making sure it doesn't go in my face.

- Is the womanizer Phillip Hawkins starting to be an emotional guy? I question him with a playful tone, cracking a smile. I think it's the first time today that I cracked a smile. A real one, I mean.

- No, he's the same dick, he answers, shaking his head left to right while chuckling. Oh... Of course. That would have been too surreal. I'm not going to lie, Phil is a good looking guy. His long hair, his tattoos looking so cool, his piercing, the way he dresses, his voice,... Just the way he is is attractive. The sound of his chuckle runs through my body.

- He admits it, I reply as I feel myself smiling more and more as the tears are coming to a stop. Prove it, I tell him with a daring tone. Phil leans against the counter, smirking.

- Wanna stay with me, tonight? At my place. The bed is comfy and big enough for us two, he proposes seriously to me, a point of flirt in his voice. I know he is being serious. I can hear it in his voice. And that look of his... I know girls don't refuse him generally. But I'm not them. And I don't want to end up in his bed just for one night and then nothing. That's not me... That's not who I am. That's not what I want. He can be incredibly good looking and just be his amazing self, I'll still refuse.

- I don't do one night stands, Phil, I remind him seriously.

- I know... He replies, a slight hidden note of his tone telling me he is disappointed. It's no secret that Phil has been liking me for a while. He has tried to ask me a few times before but I declined them all for... Obvious reasons. Let's do two then, he suddenly says, half joking, half serious.

- Phil! I exclaim as I chuckle.

- It's okay. I'll accept even three nights. Or more. I won't mind, Gorgeous, he continues to say, but I can tell he is joking this time. I softly laugh while shaking my head. There's that smile I love, he states, sounding satisfied with himself for making me smile. Honestly, Gorgeous, don't mind those idiots. Don't let them get to you, he advises me seriously as he finishes his whiskey.

- I don't usually. But I thought going to work was going to help me forget that awful news for a moment. I went there hoping to clear my head. I guess it was just too much today and I needed to break. Sorry it had to be you watching me like this, I answer and apologize to the boy as I take a sip of my drink. Ugh... It's the last time I take Whiskey... I lightly grimace and put the glass down.

- I'm not. If you ever have a bad day again and feel the need to talk, don't hesitate knocking on my door. Even if it's closed. It's always open for you, he tells me seriously and sincerely. Honestly, I haven't met that guy before... Where's the Phil I know?

- Thanks, Phil, I thank him before stepping down the stool. I step up twice and take him in my arms. The man envelops me back in a warm embrace, running softly his hand on my back. I pull my head away and place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. And before you think of anything spicy, that kiss on the cheek is the farthest you'll ever have, I rapidly tell him, a point of warning in my voice, yet, using a playful tone.

- You're definitely killing me with kindness, MC. My poor heart pays dearly, he tells me with a frustrated tone before I watch him taking my glass of Whiskey. Oh... He winks and takes a sip from it. Oh yeah, drink that thing... I don't like it anyway. And I think he noticed it...

- Moh, maybe one of those girls coming here could put a bandage on it to heal it, I say with some sarcasm, yet, with some dislike heard into it. I always hated that those girls could "help" him... I mean, what do they have? What does he see in them? Before anything said, no, I'm not jealous... I just don't like him with other girls...

- They could. But will it be worth it? He answers while nodding before taking his cigarette and blowing so smoke away.

- You tell me. You're the one who can't resist "beautiful women", I reply to the man, stating his own words. Phil smiles and chuckles lightly to my comment.

- They can definitely help at a low point, he answers, agreeing. Right... Wait, at a low point?

- At a low point? What do you mean? I ask him with a confused tone.

- I can sleep with every woman that wants me. But, in the end, it will never mean anything like... Like when you're with me, he suddenly tells me, lowering his head lightly. His smile disappeared, showing seriousness. Did I hear him right? Did he just say those words? I stare at the man, confused and speechless. Me? Why...? Since when...? Ugh... He had a few drinks today, didn't he? Phil looks back up at me, but his eyes give a quick look at my lips.

- I'm sorry. I'm trying but... Are those words really coming from you or... Did you have any drinks before? I demand him seriously, yet, with a playful tone to keep a cool atmosphere. Arguing with him is the last thing I want. Phil cracks a smile but it doesn't stay long.

- I know I play a lot around with different girls. I know what you think of me. I'm a f**k boy. And I know I tried several times to get a night with you. But... It's not just a night that I want and you don't seem to see that, he replies, not denying who he is but also kind of reproaching me to not open my eyes about him. Well… How could I? If he doesn't tell me, I only see things the way I see them... I nod positively before looking down. Why do I feel a little sorry suddenly? I shouldn't... There's something different with you, MC. You're different. From all the others. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to dirty you. I don't want to play with you. I don't want to break you, he tells me gently and seriously. I slowly look back up at him and notice how close he is to me. Was he that close to me before? I can feel my heart beating like crazy down my chest. It's wrong... It feels right, but it's wrong. I know it...

- Phil... I gently whisper his name as I a look down again.

- I love you, MC, he interrupts me with his calm and deep voice. What...? I stare at him with wide eyes, surprised by the words I just heard. I didn't even know he knew how to say them… Especially while sounding sincere. He meant those words. I love you like I have never loved a woman before. And I'm not talking about loving the "pretty woman" that you are. No, I mean... He sighs. You're pretty. You're more than pretty. You're prettier than all of those girls and I am not talking just about the way you look. I just... Again, I hear Phil sighing. Despite the fast that he stays calm, I can sense some nervousness coming from him which is unusual. Phil is never nervous, especially around a woman. He is the exact opposite actually. He is pretty confident about himself. He talks easily, flirts easily… You're not a price I want to win or a pride to have f**ked in bed. You have this thing that the others don't have. You're special, he says with the same calm and slight nervous tone. Phil looks straight before him as he blows some smoke. Special... He noticed this little thing in me, which I didn't know I had…

- You really noticed that small thing in me? Because, honestly, I'm everything but special. I can assure you, I demand and tell him with a point of shiness. Wow... I didn't think I would have sounded so shy all of a sudden...

- I told you. I love you. And you know those words don't come out of my mouth easily. Actually, I don't think I ever said them to someone before, he replies seriously and gently before taking a last blow and putting out his cigarette. I stare at him, not really knowing how to react. I mean, of course it does make me feel something. There's... There are those butterflies flying in my belly. My heart is racing and my cheeks feel a little warm... Maybe a little more than a little, actually. I know I feel something for him. I can't deny it… But there's still things in the way...

- Honestly, I'm discovering another man right now. Why don't you show this side of yours to people? Pride? Male ego? I demand him with a small confused tone, yet curious.

- I am who I am, he simply answers.

- Mmh... Well, I like this Phil better, I answer him as I crack a smile. Phil looks at me and his serious face turns into a smiling one again.

- So, would you go out one night? Or during a lunch break? He proposes to me, hope heard in his voice. Oh... Well... I know your days are long and I work at night too so it'll be short but... He tells me gently, reminding us of our busy lives. Right, there's not a lot of moments where we can meet… But do I want to meet him like this? I mean, yes, I want to but… Do I want to get in something like this? In an uncertain relationship where I'll fear he goes to see someone else to distract himself from me? Despite this side of him, he is still Phil in the end...

- If you do this to only get me in your bed... I whisper, interrupting him. I hope it's not a plan of his to get me in his bed... That'll be the worst thing he could do... Especially as being my friend first...

- I do this to win your heart. As cheesy as it sounded... Nothing more, he tells me seriously, staring into my eyes. Speechless, I stare at him as well. For once in my life, I just want to do right. Especially with you… For you… Because of you... But it's only if you want to, he responds sincerely to me, looking serious. It's actually a little disturbing. Phil has always had respect for everyone, including me. He always respected that I didn't want a one time thing… What changed?

- I don't know, I whisper, confused by the situation. It's not that I don't want to be with him nor that I don't like him. On the contrary. I love Phil. But... There's few things in the way...

- Because of my past with women? He asks me, sounding really confused that I won't accept. I'm certainly the only woman telling him "no". Especially after a few tries.

- Yes... And because of my insecure self. Look at you and look at me. You own an amazing bar, I work as a waitress with a crappy boss. You look cool and get well and easily along with people, I look like that discreet and shy girl who is nothing more than being awkward. And you're my best friend's brother. And there's the age gap, which is the least that bothers me, I tell him everything that I thought on why I don't say "yes" to him. I mean... I think he can understand where I'm coming from. I hope... I don't want to lose a friend, in a way, just because of that...

- You're perfect the way you are, MC. Nobody will take that thought out of my mind, he states seriously. I notice how his eyes are alternating from my own to my lips. They keep going up and down. He seems eager...

- Right... You said it, not me, I say with a disbelieving tone, yet a playful one while I giggle. A small smile comes on my face which keeps growing more and more. I'm not going to lie, but hearing him saying those words do something inside me.

- And I believe it, he says while nodding. He does... I stare at him for a moment, the two of us plunge into a deep silence. It's not awkward... It's intense, but not awkward. I'm just so not confident with myself. What if he is playing me? And what if he is not? Ugh… I should let go sometimes... Really... I could open doors I didn't even think I had the key of.

- Tomorrow. Meet me for lunch if you're free. We can start there to see how it goes, I propose to the man which, I notice, makes him smile instantly.

- Is it a date? He asks with a smirk. Well...

- I'm not sure... Maybe... We'll see, I reply unsure, yet, smirking back at him. Yes, I'm entering his game easily... Was it right? Though, we could hear this point of shyness in my voice.

- Will I get to finally kiss you? He then asks, slowly getting even more closer to me. Oh... I can feel my heart racing a little more, hearing it beat in my ears. He's making me so nervous… Kiss me… Is that all he wants?

- Phil... I whisper his name, annoyed, as I lightly title my head on the side.

- What? I showed you a part of me, doesn't mean the other one is gone, he answers with a not so innocent tone, still smirking at me. I keep staring at him a little annoyed despite the amused smile on my face. Alright, just lunch, he says, agreeing. I nod back positively. And a hug? He rapidly asks.

- A hug? I ask, surprised and confused. Phil winks at me. I can see he is waiting for an actual answer. Oh well... Sure. Whatever. I've got to go home. It's getting late, I agree before standing up from the stool. I didn't think but, when I stood up, my face got so close to his. At this moment, when my eyes met his, it was as if the time had stopped for a second. Slow motion. It was like I couldn't remember what reality looked like. I feel my cheeks starting to burn before I look down to hide my certainly blushing face from him. Why did I have to happen to have a crush on him? Why him? Why does he make me feel this way? I clear my throat quietly and start walking towards the door.

- Be careful on your way home. Tell me once you're there, he tells me as he follows me behind.

- I will, I reply. I was about to open the door when his hand grabbed the handle first. My fingers brushed his. I retrieve my hand and let him open the door for me. Still with my cheek lightly burning from previously, I manage to cross sight with his eyes and smile at him. Thanks for the night, the drink, holding me when I cried, and for listening to me, Phil, I thank him sincerely as I weakly nod to the man.

- You're very welcome, Gorgeous, he responds with his deep and calm voice while smiling back at him. That damn smile... Goodnight, MC, he wishes me softly.

- Goodnight, Phil, I wish him back. The two of us exchange one last look and smile before I walk out of his bar. I put my hands in my pockets and walk home.

I'm not sure what exactly happened there... I went to the bar to have a drink to relax and take my mind off and I ended up with Phil holding me when I broke down and accepting to have lunch together. Will it be a date? Will it actually go somewhere? Was he being serious? So many questions burning my mind... I will see how tomorrow goes. I'll have so much to do tomorrow, anyway... Mom is certainly going to call me for the funerals, my work is going to be tiring as always, and the lunch with Phil... I wonder what Jessy will say if she knew that her brother and I are going on a... Lunch? Date? Whatever it's called... Will she be okay with... What we're doing? Will she mind if I go out with her brother? Ugh, why do I already think of things like this? I'm not there yet... Anyway... I think I just need some sleep right now, nothing more. If I manage to actually fall asleep once I'll be home and in my bed… It promises to be a long night...

[panic-at-the-fiction]

You shouldn’t eavesdrop

Summary: Billy hears you talk to Jessie about a guy you like and he gets jealous.

Warning: Nothing but pure love for this sweet boy

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago and I’m going through my folder to finish up unpublished works. Wasn’t necessarily where I was heading with the idea though but I like it. Anyways I love one angry baby boy.

You all had been hanging in the cellar having a pint and telling stories as a way to relax for the day. You all needed the escape. As Spike told the story of the time he jumped in the channel in the nude on a dare, you and Jessie went to get everyone a refill. You begin to fill all the cups up and Jessie smiled and gave you a knowing look.

“What?” You laughed

“Oh come on (y/n)! When are you gonna talk to him?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about, there is nothing to talk about.”

She poked you in the side a few times laughing. “I see how you two look at each other. He’s totally into you. And I'm quite certain that if we had come back a moment later this afternoon we would have walked in on an entirely different scene.”

“Nothing was happening, I told you that already. Besides, he only likes me as a friend.”

“That’s utter bullshit if I’ve ever heard it. You like him, he likes you! There is nothing in the way.”

You sighed, “there’s always something in the way. And besides, like isn’t the word I would use. I mean sure he has his moments: how he's there at night when I have dreams about the workhouse, how he just always knows something different, the way he smiles when he gets…” Jessie was giving you her stare again as you were pulled from your rant. “I just don’t know how to tell Billy though. It would be too painful to see this friendship get ruined by this. Just give me time, okay?

“Fine fine fine, I won’t push it anymore. For now”

“Thank you” you smiled gratefully at her and you both carried the drinks back to the group.

Everyone was still in the circle laughing at Spike's story as you sat down beside Billy again. Who this time had an upset scowl on his face.

You handed him his drink with a frown, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said harshly before putting the drink down and rushing out. He slammed the door behind him.

You looked at the group for answers, but they only had confused looks to give you. “I’ll go check on him,” You said getting up and following him out the cellar door.

“Billy wait, just come back. Billy.” You chased after the boy as he angrily stormed down the stairs. You finally caught up to him and caught his arm. “Billy, please just talk to me.”

“Why should I? Wouldn’t you rather talk to Leo or the boy from the baker shop down the street or how about that “old friend” you ran into last week. What was his name, Bryan?”

“What are you even getting on about?”

“I heard you talking to Jessie earlier, carrying on about how you like him, but you're too scared to tell me cause you don’t want it to be weird. Now I’m not sure who the bastard is, but it doesn’t matter cause I’m not him! Which means he couldn’t possibly love you as much as I do and I wish you could see that! But the fact that you can’t even tell me to my face you don’t feel the same way hurts (y/n)!”

You took a step back, “you clotpole.”

He’s face changed as he grew angrier “Oh what! I’m not a rich handsome chap so now I’m just some idiot for falling in love with you?” He started to storm off again.

You grabbed his wrist to make him stay, “No of course not Billy.”

“Then what, (Y/N)?”

You couldn’t possibly put into words how he made you feel so without hesitation you grabbed his collar to pull his face to meet yours. You poured all your love into that kiss in hopes it would make up for your lack of words. Your heart pounded and you could feel his heartbeat just as fast pressed against yours.

You pulled away and couldn’t help the smile on your face. “It's you, you big dummy! I was talking about you.”

“Oh that kiss makes a lot more since now then”

You laughed sliding your hand into his.

[maliby]

Diagnosis: Love (5)

⚠️⚠️ Guys, I just realized there was one photo missing from chapter 2 which is an important dm between Johnny and y/n. It has now been added, I'm sorry for the inconvenience ⚠️⚠️

Warning: explicit sexual language

"Hey Y/N, do you have a minute?" Your friend Lisa asked as soon as she spotted you.

"Yeah, I was actually just on my way to drink a cup of coffee."

"Doctor Jessi handed me these documents and asked me to take them to Doctor Jaehyun's office for him to sign but I suddenly got really busy and can't right now. Can you do me this favor?" Lisa asked as she handed you a black folder with sad puppy eyes.

"Yeah, sure..." You felt your heart beating faster as you grabbed the folder, the thought of having to be alone with Jaehyun in his office making you very nervous. "Where is his office?"

"It's on the second floor. The first one to the left of the elevator. I gotta go now, see you later!"

Lisa didn't even give you a chance to respond; she just waved goodbye, turned around and left quickly. You hadn't known her for long, but you definitely knew she was acting fishy.

As you stood in front of Doctor Jaehyun's closed door you couldn't help but feel your hands getting sweaty. You looked at the little plaque that said 'Dr. Jung Jaehyun' for the hundreth time as you gathered up the courage to knock. Finally, after getting tired of all the weird stares, you wiped the sweat of your hands on your scrubs and knocked, immediately getting a 'come in' as a response.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You've been avoiding me babe?"

You looked around the room but only Doctor Johnny was there, making you question if, somehow, from all the times you had looked at that plaque, you had seen wrong.

"Where's Doctor Jaehyun?"

"Oh come on, don't go asking about other guys in front of me." He got up from the chair he was sitting on and made his way to you, pulling you inside and closing the office door right behind you.

"I need him to sign these papers."

You hated the fact that he was a huge ass player, but you still thought he was incredibly handsome and you definitely still felt a little bit affected by his proximity.

Johnny took the black folder from your hands, his big hand caressing yours in the process, and threw it on top of Jaehyun's desk.

"He had to go take care of some quick business and will be right back."

"Oh, alright." You were getting ready to leave the office and come back later once he had signed the papers but Johnny suddenly backed you up against a wall.

"So tell me Y/N, why have you been avoiding me?"

"I haven't been avoiding you-"

"And why did you lie to me?" He interrupted you.

"I didn't lie to you, what are you talking about?" You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you preferred to play dumb.

"You said, and I quote: 'I'm just not up to faking my orgasm again'. Now," Johnny got closer to you, his minty breath tickling you in the face, "I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it sure as hell isn't me baby. The way your pretty pussy was wrapping around my cock, and the way you were begging for more..." His voice was so low and sensual that you swore you could feel it in your core. "You can't fake that."

Johnny's lips were getting close to yours and for a minute you felt like you were in some sort of transe, but as you woke up and were ready to push him away the door to the office suddenly opened and Dr. Jaehyun walked in.

"Sorry I took so long Johnny-OH" he gasped as he caught you two in the corner of his office.

"I'm so sorry Doctor, I just came in here to give you some papers that Doctor Jessi asked for you to sign and-"

"Don't worry baby, Jaehyun here has caught me in much worse situations haven't you?" Johnny teased as if this was all normal, which you guessed to him it was.

"Yeah.."

"Doctor, nothing happened, I swear!"

You were in full panic mode because not only was this totally unprofessional, but you also had a little crush on Doctor Jaehyun.

"Don't worry nurse Y/N," he gave you a small smile, took the papers out from the folder, signed them and gave them back to you. "Here you go, you can give these back to Doctor Jessi."

"Doctor, I swear."

"I told you not to worry about it. I won't tell anyone, just be more careful the next time alright?" He sat down on his chair with an indecipherable look, a look that made you feel even more embarrassed. "Now, if you don't mind, I have some important issues to discuss with Doctor Johnny."

"O-of course..."

Y/N is the new nurse at NCT Hospital - the best hospital in the country. She was expecting it to be a big step in her career, but 'Bad Boy' Doctor Johnny Suh and 'Valentine' Pediatrician Jung Jaehyun take her by surprise.

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[quikyu]

Don't ask me who is asking anonymously, that is private(As well as the one with the ask to Nyakyushipping) but there's something that's been on my mind for a while and i wanted to speak up about it and you're techinally the only one i can say it to, somehow. And for my sakes, it includes Nyakyushipping because i am Nyakyushipping trash, HELP ME- But uh- It's just an Au. And the Nyakyushipping part may be optional? But i don't want it to.

ANYWAYS- i thought of an AU where Jessie, James and Meowth had some(or just one set, like Alolan, or the Hoenn set) pokemon that they(Jessie and James) caught before living with them for like, the entire series, EVERY season. Like how Meowth and (eventually)Wobbuffet does.

BUT of course, they would need to be in the same region's Pokedex to know about them, but uh- they don't. They have to wait. (Albeit the only ones who were actually thought of to be pokedex'ed by was Mimikyu and Mareanie because Rotom Dex being uh- you know, them? But whateves-)

So it's a bit more different, like imagine. Mareanie meeting Jessebelle and HATES her because she knows James doesn't love her, almost like Growli. Or IMAGINE SEEING MIMIKYU IN AN ACTUAL CONCERT- AND when he's not(or is), he'd learn to make outfits for Jessie.

Now, where does Nyakyushipping come from all of this? Well, we know Meowth had an episode specially for him, to tell his backstory. WHAT IF Mimikyu was there at the time(in this Au) and learns the truth of how Meowth came to be? And then, sympathise with him and just...talk to him? Then, while it MAY won't cause a REAL shippy stuff, but they would definitely be closer than before-! Like, Meowth would get a bit less scared, and Mimikyu would begin to being a bit more social to Meowth(And might even protect him at times, who knows?)

Also, Mimikyu's hatred for Pikachu may stop close to the Hoenn or Sinnoh region of the Au. Or atleast, die down.

Just a little stupid idea that i'm willing to share because why not? You really don't have to answer, but i just- ugh, i love this idea. And i already have another Au in mind- UGH- But uh- THIS IS AN AU WHERE WE DON'T NEED TO SEE ANY GOODBYES FROM TEAM ROCKET(Except maybe Arbok and Weezing), Ash and co. would probably be the same? Just...with Rowlet and Aipom because...i love those two, strangely.

I'm sorry for repeatedly asking you, and for possibly intruding you. If you think it's somewhat annoying, i'll just...uh...try to stop.

OOOoh  I  LOVE ALL OF THIS!!! i liked to think of similar ideas, where the TRio would travel with all of their main pokemon throughout the series!

i’d TOTALLY imagine mareanie having it out for jessebelle-- the rivalry would be super funny to watch. “I’m keeping my eye on you!” sort of thing

mimikyu learning how to sew for and performing with jessie is especially adorable!!! imagine this seemingly stoic and sometimes dark pokemon making cutesy outfits for both them and jessie to perform in-- I LOVE IT (i actually made a drawing similar to your idea here!)

and of course, like meowth comforting mimikyu at the end of the alola series, mimikyu comforting meowth while in kanto would be super heartfelt too 🥺poor mimikyu sure wouldn’t know how to make others feel better, probably resulting in some clumsy mistakes and periods of silence, but would eventually manage to get something helpful out

anywho-- thank you again for sending the ask!! i would love to hear of your other AU too sometime :o