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waitimcomingtoo · 11 months ago

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Hot N Cold

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: you and Tom can’t stop teasing each other in interviews

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“You three have spent a lot of time together making this movie. And you all seem to get along so great. Is it going to be hard to go back to making movies when you aren’t working with your best friends?” A journalist asked you, Tom, and Jacob one day on the press tour for your upcoming movie.

“No. I can’t wait for that.” Jacob answered. “I hate working with these two. They’re always arguing.”

“What? No we are not.” You insisted.

“We kinda are.” Tom said out of the corner of his mouth.

“No we are not. Why do you always have to disagree with me?” You asked and playfully smacked Tom’s arm.

“That’s a good point. You’re right. I do always disagree with you.” Tom said sincerely. “But maybe it’s because you’re always wrong?”

“You wish.” You scoffed. “Name one time I was wrong.”

“Yesterday, when you drove on the wrong side of the road.” He said immediately.

“That couldn’t happened to anyone, okay? It was not clearly marked.”

“It was clearly marked but you flew past the several giant “wrong way” signs because you’re a speed demon on the road.”

“That’s sexist.” You pointed at him. “You’re saying all women are bad drivers?”

“No. I’m saying this woman is a bad driver.” Tom said and pointed back at you. “You really don’t help the stereotype, darling.”

“Whatever. Fake news.” You rolled your eyes. “Ask us the next question please before I kill him.”

“All righty then. So, you’re all a few years out of high school now. How did you prepare for getting back into the mindset of a teenager?” The journalist asked.

“It was a really fun process actually. The director wanted to emulate a kinda 80s high school movie feel so he asked us to watch a few old movies so we could get the vibe he was going for. Like Breakfast Club, Back to the Future, stuff like that.” You explained.

“Yeah. We watched a few of them together.” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“Yeah, we did.” You smiled back at him.

“On your little movie dates in Tom’s trailer. That I was never invited to.” Jacob added. Tom blushed and looked down at his lap while you playfully rolled your eyes.

“They weren’t dates.” Tom insisted. “We were just watching the films we were told to watch.”

“You didn’t think those were dates?” You asked him, sounding hurt. Tom went bright red and scrambled to come up with something to say to explain himself.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No. I mean, I never thought of it like that but-“

“I’m messing with you.” You cut him off when you saw how flustered he got.

“Oh. You scared me so much just then. I didn’t know what to say.” He laughed and touched a cold hand to his hot face.

“I knew it would scare you. You’re so easy to make flustered.” You teased him, making him blush again.

“Hey.” He pouted. “I am not.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said sarcastically.

“Okay.” He mimicked you by sounding as dumb as possible.

“That actually brings me to my next question which was to ask you all to do an impression of each other.” The journalist said, making you and Tom remember that you were in an interview.

“If you want to impersonate Y/n, just whine and complain a bunch.” Tom said. “And leave your jumper on every plane you go on.”

“Okay, I’ve lost like three sweatshirts around you. That’s hardly anything.” You defended yourself.

“Imagine losing your jumper every time your travel.” Tom said to the camera.

“Imagine losing 13 colonies at once.” You snapped back.”

“Stop. You know I’m sensitive about that.” Tom jokingly whined, making you laugh.

“I can do a Tom impression. Um I want to ask Y/n to go to dinner with me um tonight but um what if I ask her and she says no?” Jacob said in a whiny voice coupled with a bad British accent.

“What?” Tom sputtered. “That’s not what I sound like.”

“Yes it is.” Jacob insisted. “I heard that every night during filming. In fact, I still hear it.”

“Aw. Wait, that’s so cute. Did you actually do that?” You asked Tom.

“Only in the beginning, okay? It wasn’t as pathetic as Jacob made it sound. I wanted to hang out with you but we didn’t really know each other yet so I was worried you’d say no.”

“Aw, honey.” You chuckled. “I would’ve never said no. I wanted to get to know you too.”

“I’ll never understand you two. You were fighting two seconds ago. Now you’re all nice and friendly?” Jacob pointed out.

“That’s just how we work.” You shrugged.

“Yeah.” Tom agreed. “We run hot and cold.”

“Exactly. But we’re friends most of the time. I don’t think we fight that much.” You replied.

“You kinda do, though.” Jacob insisted. “I’m expecting at least two more fights before the end of this interview.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged but knew he was probably right.

“So, the press schedule is obviously very rigorous for a movie this size. Do you guys ever get a day off to do your own thing?” The journalist asked.

“We actually had a day off a little while ago. For Washington’s Birthday.” Tom answered.

“George?” You asked him.

“What other Washington is there?” He turned in his seat to ask you.

“You were just talking about one the other day. When we were asked what historical figure we’d have dinner with.” You reminded him.

“I remember the question but I didn’t say Washington.” Tom frowned on confusion.

“Yes you did. You said that Washington guy and then said it was a super British answer or something.” You insisted.

“Who are you talking about?” Tom shook his head and laughed endearing at you.

“That guy. Don’t you remember? You just said it yesterday.” You whined a little and pushed his arm. Tom looked at the camera in confusion before he connected the dots in his head.

“Wait, do you mean Winston Churchill?”

“Oh God.” Jacob groaned. “Here we go.”

“Oh yeah. Him.” You nodded and pointed at Tom.

“You thought his name was Washington Churchill?” Tom laughed incredulously.

“Well I don’t know who he is. It sounded right in my head.” You defended yourself.

“You don’t know who Winston Churchill is? He’s super important to history.”

“Oh yeah? So who is he?” You challenged Tom, knowing damn well he didn’t know the answer.

“He…” Tom started to answer and then trailed off.

“See!” You clapped your hands. “You don’t even know. I knew you were bullshitting yesterday. You have no idea what Washington Churchill-“

“Winston.” He corrected you.

“Whatever. You have no idea what he did. And yet you said you wanted to have dinner with him just to sound smart. Ugh. So pretentious.” You groaned and playfully rolled your eyes.

“All right, smart ass. Who was your answer?” Tom leaned on his chair and asked you. You were both in your own little worlds now and fully ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Jonbenet Ramsey.” You said like it was obvious.

“Are you kidding me? You’re making fun of my answer but you would pick Gordon Ramsey’s daughter out of anyone in the world to have dinner with?”

“First of all, dingbat, Jonbenet Ramsey is a little pageant girl who was murdered in 1996 and they still haven’t solved the case. I want to have dinner with her because I want to know who did it. It’s a very famous true crime case but I guess they didn’t teach you that in college. Oh wait. You didn’t go. You were too busy making movies nobody ever saw.” You said and poked his chest.

“Don’t even go there.” Tom warned. “If I pull up your IMDB right now, I’d have to scroll through dozens of commercials and straight to DVD films before I got to any substantial roles. Don’t think I forgot about all the time you spent on the Hallmark channel, darling.”

“Do it. Pull up my IMDB right now. I dare you. You know what, I’ll do it for you.” You said and pulled out your phone. Jacob immediately snatched your phone and put it in his pocket.

“No. Please, no more. We’re not doing this again. I can’t hear the IMDB argument again. You said you weren’t gonna fight anymore.” Jacob pointed out.

“All right. Fine. I’m disengaging.” You said and held your hands up in defense.

“Finally, some silence.” Tom sighed in relief. You gave him an icy stare and his smile immediately dropped.

When you sat down to do press the next day, you thought about what Tom had said about running hot and cold. You liked the playful fights you got into but you didn’t want him to start to think you actually disliked him. So when he came into the room and sat next to you, you got an idea.

“Good morning, darling.” He said politely.

“You know what Tom, why don’t we make a point to not fight today?” You suggested.

“Well darling, that’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” He said with a smug smile. You smiled sarcastically at him as you narrowed your eyes.

“You’re so funny.” You said sarcastically. “How come you’re perpetually single?”

“Because I haven’t worn you down yet and gotten you to go out with me.” He quipped.

“Aw. You want to wear me down? So romantic. I can feel it working already.” You gushed and winked at him. Even though you were kidding, he felt himself blush and had to look away. The interviewer came in then and started to ask you a few questions. You managed to get through most of the interview before any fighting broke out.

“Okay. Now we’re gonna play a game called kiss, marry, kill. Your choices are Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr, and miss Y/n L/n.” The interview said.

“Oh God. That last actress is the worst.” Tom mumbled under his breath. You gave him a look and he faked an innocent smile.

“I mean I love her.” He corrected.

“Well Tom’s answer for kiss is obviously me.” You said simply.

“What? Obviously?” He scoffed.

“Yeah. Obviously.” You scoffed back to mock him.

“Excuse you. How is it obvious?” He asked and turned in his chair to face you. He mostly did this to keep the camera from seeing how much he was blushing.

“Please. You want to kiss me so bad. And marry me and kill me. So Tom’s answer to all of them is me.”

“That’s what you think, huh?” Tom smiled and leaned on his chair to be closer to you.

“That’s what I know. I can tell you’re dying to get with me. There is no use hiding it.” You shrugged, making Tom grow redder.

“Do you hear how conceited she is? What a diva you are. I’m gonna spread a rumor that you’re difficult to work with.” Tom teased you right back.

“Maybe you find it difficult to work with me because of how bad you want me.” You shrugged.

“Oh please. You’re just projecting because you have a big fat crush on me.” Tom replied.

“What?” You laughed. “In your dreams, maybe. I only go for guys over 5’9. You just missed the cut off, buddy.”

“Not just in my dreams. In my reality.” Tom insisted. “And I’m the average height of a woman so now you’re the one being sexist. But come on, we said no fighting. What would your answer be?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about the question. Okay, let me think.” You tapped your chin. “I would kiss Bradley Cooper-“

“What? He wasn’t even an option.” Tom laughed in surprised.

“Oh shit. My bad.” You covered your mouth with your hand.

“How did his name even come up?” Tom asked you, feeling a little jealousy bubble up.

“Because.” You smiled coyly. “Have you seen him? He’s double handsome. He looks like a sexy UPS truck driver. I’d sign for that package I’ll tell you that right now.”

“I can’t believe you’re cheating on your husband with Bradley Cooper.” Tom shook his head.

“My husband?”

“Me.” Tom said like it was obvious, making you laugh.

“I know you’re kidding but you kinda are though. I was just saying that to Jacob the other day.”

“About me? You said I was your husband?” Tom smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. You’re my work husband. That’s why we’re so hot and cold. Because we’re like an old married couple.” You smiled and patted his arm.

“Aw. We are.” He gushed. “But you still never answered the question.”

“Oh my God. Who were the choices again?”

“Johansson, Downey, and yourself.”

“Okay. I think my answer is kill Johansson, sorry Scarlett, I love you. I’d marry Downey for that Iron Man money and then kiss myself.”

“You’d kiss yourself? Why?” Tom wondered.

“Because no one else will.” You groaned. “When I woke up this morning and I tallied in my head how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date and once I reached a conclusion, I started to cry.”

“Oh God. Has it really been that long?” Tom laughed.

“It’s been so long. We can’t talk about this right now. I’m gonna start crying again.” You said and pretended to wipe your eyes.

“Wow. I didn’t realize this game would bring out so many emotions.” The journalist laughed.

“Me either. God. I need a date.” You sighed in exasperation.

“All right. I got the hint. I’ll go out with you.” Tom rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh, please. You wish I’d go out with you.”

“On every eye lash and 11:11, yeah.” He replied. You laughed and playfully smacked his arm as you wondered if he was telling the truth or not. The interview went on but you were barely paying attention as you were too busy wondering if you relationship with Tom was part of the reason you had been single for so long. No matter how nice or funny a guy was, you always ended up comparing them to Tom. If they couldn’t make you laugh as much or keep up with you the way he could, they just didn’t interest you. It didn’t help that In between your arguing and teasing, Tom always managed to slip some flirting in there. The more you thought about it, you realized he hadn’t been in a relationship since meeting you either. And maybe that had something to do with you.

“What do you think?” The journalist asked you. You blinked a few times and came back into the conversation.

“Sorry, what?”

“What was going on in there? You seemed so deep in thought.” Tom smiled fondly and poked your head.

“Don’t touch me, nail biter.” You said and swatted his hand away.

“At least I don’t stink up the whole hotel room by painting my nails every single day.” He shot back in a playful manner.

“Excuse me for wanting polished nails for these interviews. I just happen to chip them a lot. And if you don’t like the smell, go back to your own room. Stop always hanging out in mine.”

“But then how would I get to see you?” He asked with his stupid charming smile.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed. “We literally spend all day together in these interviews. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“With you, darling, there’s never enough time together.” He said with a sarcastic suaveness.

“Shut up.” You laughed again and looked down at your lap so he couldn’t see how that made you blush. He saw it anyway since he couldn’t never seem to take his eyes off you.

The next day, your relationship with Tom was heavy on your mind as you sat in your glam chair. You were spaced out all during hair and makeup as you thought about the possibility of becoming more than friends. You were more than ready to see him but when you walked into the press junket room, you only saw two chairs and Jacob occupying one of them.

“Oh. We’re paired together today?” You asked without realizing how disappointed you sounded.

“I’m sorry. I know you’d rather be with your boyfriend.” Jacob chuckled. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and hugged him hello.

“He’s not my boyfriend. But I do miss him.” You admitted as you sat in your chair.

“You know nobody believes that, right? You guys are clearly together.” Jacob snorted.

“We’re really not. I know how it looks but we’re just friends.” You insisted.

“Come on. There’s no way you two haven’t made out or something.”

“Maybe we have, maybe we have.” You shrugged, making Jacob gasp.

“Oh my God. I knew it. He wouldn’t admit it but I knew you two were hooking up.” He clapped his hands.

“We’re actually not.” You laughed. “It’s just funny to see people fight for their lives to prove that we’re together. I like to feed the flame sometimes with these interviews. You know, keep them all on their toes.”

“Really? Because I could’ve sworn you two were hooking up on set. You were always sneaking off together and no one could find you.”

“That’s just because we liked to spend time together. But we would never hook up. If we ever get together, it’s gonna be the real thing. I’m talking marriage and kids and a picket fence. And whatever the British equivalent of the American Dream is. Beans and toast maybe? I don’t know. But definitely not a hook up.”

“So what’s stopping you guys from being in a relationship now? You like him, don’t you? Why not just date?” Jacob wondered.

“I don’t know. We’ve gotten really close the past few months. I know we tease each other a lot, but I’ve never had that kind of banter with anybody. Talking with him and going back and forth is the best at part of my day. And of course I like him, but what if I say something but he doesn’t feel the same? That’ll make our friendship super awkward and don’t forget- we signed on for another movie. I don’t want to make things weird by suggesting we go out.”

“Oh my God.” Jacob laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“What?” You wondered.

“You can’t be this oblivious. Why do you think he’s always starting fights with you?”

“Because he’s irritating?”

“Well, yes. But also because he’s crazy about you.”

“What? No he’s not.” You scoffed. “He just likes to push my buttons.”

“Y/n, seriously, I’m telling you-“

Before Jacob could finish his sentence, the interviewer walked in with the camera crew. You and Jacob quickly dropped the conversation and turned to shake the interviewers hand. Your interview began and you had to force yourself to listen instead of thinking about what Jacob was about to say before he was interrupted.

Later that day, you went back to your hotel room and collapsed on your bed. It had been a long, long day of press and you weren’t with Tom for any of it. You saw him briefly at lunch but barely got a word in before getting shuffled to the next interview. You had just kicked your shoes off when there was a hasty knock at your door. You groaned and went over to it before opening it up.

“What?” You whined like a little kid. Tom put his hands on his waist and pushed you into the room before shutting the door behind him.

“If you’re gonna stay here I’m warning you right now that I chipped my thumb and I’m two seconds away from pulling out my nail polish-“

“I heard what you said.” He blurted to cut you off.

“Um, can you be more a little more specific?” You laughed. “You know I try to talk to you as little as possible.”

“Can we be serious for one minute?” Tom said hastily. You frowned in confusion but nodded your head and sat down. You’d never heard him sound so serious before so you dropped your usual mocking banter. You patted the spot next to you and he nervously sat down.

“What’s up?” You asked him. Tom scratched the back of his head before nervously cracking his knuckles.

“I just gotta talk to you about something.”

“Tom, you’re freaking me out. What’s going on?” You asked and put a hand on his back. He took a deep breath and looked at you.

“I heard you when you were talking to Jacob. I was walking by and I heard my name so I stopped and I listened.” He admitted.

“Oh, shit. You heard all that?” You grimaced. Tom was unphased and kept looking into your eyes.

“Did you mean what you said? Do you really think we’re gonna do the real thing one day? House and kids and-“

“-And beans and toast.” You cut in.

“Yeah. And that.” He chuckled softly. “Did you mean all that? Do you really see a future with us?”

“I mean, I did before I found out you were an eavesdropper.” You mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you for once in our lives but you can’t be serious for one minute.” Tom huffed and sat on the bed next to you.

“This is who is am.” You shrugged. “You came to the silly lake and you found a silly goose. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Tom let out a dry laugh before looking at you. You looked into his eyes and saw that for once, he looked completely serious. You frowned at the unexpected candor in his eyes and gave him your full attention.

“Tell me you want me.” He said. “As much as I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

“You do?” You asked doubtfully.

“Why do you think I invited you to watch all those movies with me? Or hang out in your hotel room every night? I want to be around you all the time. I just didn’t know how to say that since we’re never…” He trailed off as he searched for the right word.

“Serious.” You finished his sentence for him with a knowing smile.

“Exactly. I love joking around with you. I love how much you challenge me to come up with a better insult. I even love being teased for my nationality. But I also love when we just get to talk. I love to hear your perspective on things. I just like being near you.”

“Is this a practical joke?” You asked skeptically.

“Bitch, do I look like four lifelong best friends who compete to embarrass each other to you?” Tom sassed you. You gave him a warning look and he mumbled an apology.

“So you’re telling me you actually like me? For my personality?” You asked him.

“No, darling. I like you in spite of your terrible, garbage personality.” Tom teased you. You rolled your eyes at him but found yourself leaning in closer.

“I hate you.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I hate you too. See how much we can agree on?” Tom replied and smoothly put his arm around you. You looked over at the arm that was on your shoulders as you thought about what he was saying.

“You do realize if you were my boyfriend, we’d be fighting all the time.” You pointed out.

“We do that anyway.” He shrugged. “Why not throw some kissing and domestic partnership in there?”

“Oh, so I was right? You do want to kiss me, huh?” You raised your eyebrows as you teased him.

“Well, I have lips, you have lips, why not put them to use?”

“You have lips?” You pretended to gasp. “Where have you been hiding them this whole time?”

“Oh my God. You are such a little-“

You cut him off by cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. He insulted left his head immediately as he wrapped his arms around you to kiss you back.

“I want you too.” You told him once you pulled away. He smiled in surprise and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Even though we can’t agree on anything?” He joked.

“Even though your hairline is receding, yes.” You replied.

“That wasn’t what I-“

“Shh.” You hushed him and kissed him again. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

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tavolgisvist · 8 days ago

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What we were talking about

The teenage Paul McCartney would love the idea of fame. That’s what he was trying to do, that was the dream. But it’s funny – life gives you minor premonitions. You don’t think of them as premonitions until the dream comes true and then you think, ‘Hey, I wonder if that was a sign’. I remember when John and I were first hanging out together, I had a dream about digging in the garden with my hands. I’d dreamt that before but I’d never found anything other than an old tin can. But in this dream I found a gold coin. I kept digging and I found another. And another. The next day I told John about this amazing dream I’d had and he said, ‘That’s funny, I had the same dream’. So both of us had this dream of finding this treasure. And I suppose you could say it came true. I remember years later talking about it – ‘Remember that dream we had?’; ‘Yeah, that was far out’. So the message of that dream was: keep digging lads.

(Paul McCartney, Feb 2012, interview for The Big Issue)

Paul: They’re onto that thing. They just want to be near to each other. So I just think it’s just silly of me, or of anyone, to try and say to him, “No, you can’t,” you know. It’s like, ‘cause – okay, they’re – they’re going overboard about it, but John always does! And Yoko probably always does. So that’s their scene. You can’t go saying – you know, “Don’t go overboard about this thing. Be sensible about it. Don’t bring it to meetings.” It’s his decision, that. It’s – it’s none of our business, to start interfering in that. Even when it comes into our business, you still can’t really say much, unless – except, “Look, I don’t like it, John.” And then he can say, well, “Screw you,” or, “I like it,” or, “Well, I won’t do it so much,” or blablabla. Like, that’s the only way, you know. To tell John about that. Michael Lindsay-Hogg: Have you done that already? Paul: Well, I told him I didn’t like writing songs… with him and Yoko.

(Paul McCartney, Get Back sessions, 13 January, 1969)

John’s John. John wants to wipe everything away and start again, but in doing so he never wipes anything away. He wants it to be him and Yoko against the world, or whatever, but he`s still in with all the others, in with all the contracts and going into the meetings and everything. “He’s getting pissed off with it though – I sense it. I’ve had a couple of good conversations recently with just John, and I’ve felt a lot of common ground with him.* And I watched him on the Parkinson show, and really a lot of the things he’s into, we’re into as well.”

(Paul McCartney, Nov 1971, interview with Steve Peacock for Sounds)

*after John’s ‘Imagine’ with HDYS but befor John's letter to Paul in Melody Maker

More about fight John and Paul had through the Melody Maker here

There’s no hard feelings or anything, but you just don’t hang around with your ex-wife. We’ve completely finished. ’Cos, you know, I’m just not that keen on John after all he’s done. I mean, you can be friendly with someone, and they can shit on you, and you’re just a fool if you keep friends with them. I’m not just going to lie down and let him shit on me again. I think he’s a bit daft, to tell you the truth. I talked to him about the Klein thing, and he’s so misinformed it’s ridiculous.**

(Paul McCartney interviewed by student journalist Ian McNulty for the Hull University Torch, May 1972 [From The McCartney Legacy, Volume 1: 1969 – 1973 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2022)

**after John's letter to Paul in Melody Maker (published 4th Dec 1971)

We'd had a bread strike over here*** and I rang him and I was saying, What are you doing? He says. I'm baking some bread.' 'Oh! Me too.' Imagine, with the stereotypes, John and Paul talking about baking bread.

(Paul McCartney, May 2001, interview for Mojo magazine)

***a bread strike in England was in Nov 1978

Q: Do you regret that your life has become so public? A: I realized that a good fifteen years ago. I remember actually thinking when I went on holiday somewhere, ‘God I’d really better start thinking now about keeping a few countries aside where we don’t sell records. I won’t be able to go anywhere without being recognized.’ But now I think, ‘Really, I’ve reached the point of no return. There’s no going back.’ Even if I didn’t want to sing anymore, I’d just be like Greta Garbo or Brigitte Bardot. They both retired but you’d never know it. John said this to me a year before he died. He said, ‘Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.’ That’s the way I look at it. I wished for all this and I got it. To regret it would mean I’d have to sit here and live with negative thoughts about it. I know that would only sink me. Even if I had feelings of regret my personality would not really let them out. ‘Look mate, you don’t regret it. Look on the other side,’ that’s me. Not to sink. I always used to do that instinctively, and not allow too many negative thoughts to surface.

(Paul McCartney, April/May 1982, interview for Music Express)

Q: Do you remember your last conversation with John? A: Yes. That is a nice thing, a consoling factor for me, because I do feel it was sad that we never actually sat down and straightened our differences out. But fortunately for me, the last phone conversation I ever had with him was really great, and we didn’t have any kind of blowup. It could have easily been one of the other phone calls, when we blew up at each other and slammed the phone down. PLAYBOY: Do you remember what you talked about? PAUL: It was just a very happy conversation about his family, my family. Enjoying his life very much; Sean was a very big part of it. And thining about getting on with his career. I remember he said, “Oh, God, I’m like Aunt Mimi, padding round here in me dressing gown”– robe, as he called it, ’cause he was picking up the American vernacular –“feeding the cats in me robe and cooking and putting a cup of tea on. This housewife wants a career!” It was that time for him. He was about to launch Double Fantasy.*

(Paul McCartney, Dec 1984, interview for Playboy)

*Double Fantasy released 17 November 1980

I tell you, he said one thing to me which made me understand what they were up to just as two people, not as anything else. Just as two people. He just said, ‘I tell you, it’s like holding hands on the back row of the pictures.’ <…> John. . . he says, ‘It’s too bad if I look. . . if we look, like people think we’re funny. It’s too bad. This is how we are and we’re very straight.’ ’Cause they are, really. They’re two great people, you know, and they’re very much in love. So you can’t say anything more than that.

(Paul McCartney, May 1969, interview with Roy Corlett)

SALEWICZ: Well, I always found it interesting the fact that he got – I mean, it seemed too much like coincidence to me, the fact that he got married a week or month after you. You know what I mean? PAUL: Yeah. I think we spurred each other into marriage. I mean, you know. They were very strong together, which left me out of the picture. So I got together with Linda and then we got strong with our own kind of thing. And I used to listen to a lot of what they said. I remember him saying to me, "You've got to work at marriage," which is something I still remember as a bit of advice. I still remember that. Um… And then yeah, I think they were a little bit peeved that we got married first. Probably. In a little way, you know, just minor jealousies. And so they got married. I don't know if that's – I mean, who knows… [inaudible] making it up, anyway.

(Paul McCartney, 1986, interview with Chris Salewicz for Q Magazine)

I spoke to the Eastmans. I said, “If we all think he’s not going to have a tax consequence, let’s give [the indemnity] to him.”’Cause, you know, if all sides are that smart, let’s all offer it. Break the deadlock. I went to New York, feeling like the bringer of good news. I rang him up. “Hello, John, how are you? Hello, how’s the kids? Oh, great. What’s all this about publishing? Yeah, great”—laugh laugh laugh—“What about Apple?” Tense. You know, that was the unfortunate thing in the last ten years. The moment you mention the word Apple, all of us go, eeeeep! Dread and horror and shock goes through all our systems. I said, “Look, as I understand it, you need this indemnity.” John said, “Fucking indemnity. Fucking this, fucking that. You don’t need to give me fucking indemnity, you fucking—” I think we ended up just sort of swearing at each other. I said, “Fuck you, ya big cunt,” ’cause I just couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t be sweet and reasonable anymore. I was shaking for an hour after that. Of course, the funniest thing was, I then meant to ring John Eastman and say to him, “No, no, it’s not gonna work, this whole thing. I tried to do the indemnity, it’s not gonna work.” Of course, I got the phone numbers wrong. I rang John Lennon back instead. [When the phone was answered, I said,] “Hello, John? Yeah, listen, I just—oh—yeah well…” But it was Yoko this time, and then I said, “Look, I didn’t mean for it to get like that—but, shit, you know, it seems to have got…” The funny thing was, they knew I was trying to ring John Eastman immediately after, so that would have reinforced their little feelings about me double-dealing. I’ve hardly talked to him since. I rang last Christmas, and I was smart enough not to mention Apple. We had a pleasant conversation. I was allowed to talk to his son, which was lovely. His son seemed very nice.

(Paul McCartney, 1980, in All You Need Is Love by Peter Brown and Steven Gaines)

We were submerged in business troubles at the time. There was incredible bitterness. At one point, to get some peace in the camp, I told my lawyers I wanted to give John an indemnity he had been seeking against a certain clause in one of the Apple contracts. I said, “Someone’s gotta make the first move. I’d love to be the voice of reason here.” I happened to be on my way to the Caribbean, so, passing through New York, I rang John up. But there was so much suspicion, even though I came bearing the olive branch. I said, “Hey, I’d like to see you.” He said, “What for? What do you really want?” It was very difficult. Finally . . . he had a great line for me: he said, “You’re all pizza and fairy tales.” He’d become sort of Americanized by then, so the best insult I could think of was to say, “Oh, fuck off, Kojak,” and slam the phone down. “Pizza and fairy tales” – I almost made that an album title. That was about the strength of our relationship then – very, very bitter – and we didn’t get over that for a long, long time. But thank God, at the very end, we suddenly realized that all we had to do was not mention Apple if we phoned each other. We could talk about the kids, talk about his cats, talk about writin’ songs – the one paramount thing was not to mention Apple. So then the last couple of phone calls we had were getting very nice. I remember once he said to me, “Do they play me against you like they play you against me?” Because there were always people in the background pitting us against each other. And I said, “Yeah, they do. They sure do.” That was a couple of months before he . . . it’s still weird even to say, “before he died.” I still can’t come to terms with that. I still don’t believe it. It’s like, you know, those dreams you have, where he’s still alive; then you wake up and . . . “Oh.”

(Paul McCartney, September 1986, interview with Kurt Loder for Rolling Stones)

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#'you've got to work at marriage'#john and paul #interview: paul #paul mccartney #john lennon #peter brown #chris salewicz #roy corlett #apple corp.#accidental divorce

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radioisntdead · 7 months ago

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Not the sender for the original ask but I'm sorry I cannot help but imagine an alternative where the reader summoning Rosie is the most angsty teen ever.

They're imagining the stereotypical giant red demon with goat legs and horns- but instead there is just a pretty lady and Rosie is CONCERNED because there is a teenager in the attic of their house summoning demons, not because of any normal reason but because whatever could a child need a demon for? Do they need help? Auntie Rosie will help!

Summoning a demon but instead of taking your soul you just get adopted. If you take this seriously (you don't have to) add as much angst as you wish.

Good evening my dear! Sorry this took forever to get out! It got buried in my drafts

I added a knockoff slasher dude solely to murk the reader because, I don't know as a plot for death?? I don't remember my thoughts when sleep deprived I'm so sorry

Anyways Auntie Rosie supremacy,

Rosie & reader

Platonic

Warnings!!

This isn't my best work, it was written late at night when I was mildly delusional, death, stereotypical slasher dude, OOC

You were home alone, sat in your dark and gloomy attic surrounded by lit candles, a book you had stolen from a shady book shop was open in your hands and you had drawn a summoning circle in red paint from the dollar store.

You took a deep breath before reading out the incantation written in the book, fully prepared for something grotesque to crawl out.

Wind came forth swirling around you as the circle glowed, the sound of the wind was almost deafening, you could feel your sweater clinging onto your skin, each loose thread itching your skin

You tried your best to ignore it as you continued chanting as something rose from the circle.

Once you had finished the spell you shut your eyes as the wind winded down.

"Oh my! You're quite young aren't cha'!"

Your eyes opened as you looked up, instead of some grotesque creature with blood and horns hanging off of it, was a lady,

Her skin was gray, she was dressed in early 1900's fashion and her eyes were pitch black, like a endless void.

"Are you going to say anything or are you just going to sit there with your mouth open catchin' flies?"

She said with an eyebrow raised.

"I, shit, I'm sorry I wasn't expecting someone so pretty? I was expecting more-"

"Well aren't you a charmer! Allow me to guess, You were expecting someone more demonic looking?"

You nodded, "Yeah,"

The woman tilted her head ever so slightly,

"Well aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

This felt like a trap, what if giving your name to her would give her control of you like a fae? Probably not, but what if it was?

"Likewise, it's a pleasure! You can call me Auntie Rosie!"

"I'm [Name], nice to meet you?"

"Auntie Rosie?"

You weren't expecting the creature you summoned to be a pretty cannibal named Rosie, let alone for her to adopt you as a surrogate nibling, telling you to call her Auntie Rosie and nothing else.

She had to leave soon after you summoned her because she had 'overlord duties ' and 'A town to run' but she told you to summon her again soon.

And so you did, the next time Rosie tutted at the messy attic, saying that you should tidy up the area more if you were going to invite guests over, she asked you to grab some cleaning supplies.

You snuck down into the hall, leaving Rosie alone for a moment, you were as quiet as a mouse as you tiptoed past your sleeping suspected serial killer of a godfather, managing to make it to the kitchen to grab a few cleaning supplies and a broom before sneaking back.

Rosie hummed as she began moving boxes around, shaking her head at the amount of dust and other things that littered the floor.

"I'm back, I got a broom, dustpan, and some Clorox wipes," you say as your head popped up from the entrance,

She said taking the broom,

"Good! Now let's make this place suitable, this much dust is horrible for your health! Horrible!"

You nodded, placing the remaining objects onto the floor and carefully picking up the boxes.

"You organize those pesky boxes dearie, I'll start sweeping."

The attic completely changed from gloomy to more refined within the day.

The boxes were stacked up forming a small wall with some free space behind it, the floors had been swept and sanitized (aside from the summoning circle) the candles were replaced with fresh ones, that book that summoned her was placed on one of the boxes.

Rosie had gone back and asked you to summon her back within the hour, bringing back some furniture with her.

She brought a smallish table, two fancy looking chairs, and a rug.

Rosie said as she sat in one of the chairs you in the other, drinking tea, you didn't know where she had gotten the tea from or when it got into your hands.

"Now that makes this place far better, far far better don't you think?"

You didn't like tea all that much but it felt rude to not drink it.

You wondered if it would kill you as you took a sip,

You glanced around at the open space, honestly it was overdo, you had been sleeping in there for a couple of years now and hadn't gotten around to it.

"Yeah, it feels less stuffy for sure,"

"As it should, now that's settled why did such a lovely young lady like yourself want to summon a demon?"

She asked setting her teacup down, getting straight to the point, you choked on your tea, clearing your throat you looked anywhere but in Rosie's void-like eyes.

It was silent for a few minutes,

"It's a long story, but basically parents went missing, moved in with my Godparents, Godmother went missing, Godfather started being suspicious, pretty sure he killed them, can't prove it and I think I'm next." You said in one large breath,

"Well shit, I wasn't expecting that, that's a very messy situation,"

"Auntie Rosie dearie."

"Yeah it is Miss Rosie,"

"Sorry Auntie Rosie."

You sat in silence for a moment, you fiddled with the hem of your sweater, did she believe you? Honestly you didn't particularly believe it yourself it was all suspected.

The attic felt gloomy again once Rosie left, you were once again left alone.

"Would you like me to eat him?"

"Par- Pardon me?!"

You let out a sigh before moving to one of the boxes pulling out a throw blanket and covering the circle, no one aside from you really came up there but couldn't hurt to be cautious.

You moved to the small space behind the boxes, you open another box pulling out a few two sleeping bags, layering them onto each other and placing a pillow on it, opening yet another box you pulled out a thick blanket, you laid on the sleeping bags, curling up into it and closing your eyes until sleep came for you.

A routine began, you'd carry on like normal, going to school, working shady part-time jobs, shoplift storage safe foods at large corporations like target, and go home before your Godfather finished work, sneak back into the attic, and depending on the day summon Rosie.

Rosie was concerned to say the least, you were young, not even a proper adult yet, and you were summoning cannibals in your Attic!

Not to mention how causally there was a whole missing people who were probably was murdered thing going on, would more detail go into that? No.

Rosie truly became an Aunt to you, bringing you trinkets, hyping you up, asking if you wanted her to eat your Godfather, after all that is what you originally summoned her for, but you didn't want to risk getting moved to a different area and having to redraw the circle to summon Rosie, what if you do it wrong? What if you never see her again?

So she didn't do anything to him, listening to your decision.

You would sometimes steal or buy something you think she'd like, and give it to her during her visits, she'd typically adore it whatever it was, because it came from you!

The two of you would have tea, give each other updates on life, and the afterlife.

It was nice, but like all nice things, it unfortunately came to an end.

You ran up the stairs, throwing your backpack at him to knock him down the stairs as you pulled out the attic ladder and hurriedly climbed the ladder up before kicking down the ladder to the attic, like a slasher protagonist, you hastily moved a few heavy boxes over the hatch.

He came home early, and when you walked inside the house to sneak upstairs into your attic, nothing was said, so it was concerning when he grabbed his murder weapon of choice and bolted off after you.

You just needed to summon Rosie and everything would be alright, they couldn't hurt you if Rosie was here,

You shakily pulled out the lighter that stayed in your pocket as you heard your Godfather shout your name, banging on the entrance.

Lighting the candles you scrambled to sit beside the circle, closing your eyes you began the summoning.

The wind began pushing as per usual,

The banging got louder, you could hear one of the boxes fall,

Just a few more seconds, and Auntie Rosie would appear, just a few more seconds and you'd be free, free from this lunatic, you could get a proper job that wasn't suspicious, probably go to collage, make proper friends that you could tell Rosie about with pride, you could give Rosie gifts that weren't stolen or cheap.

Just a few more seconds that's all you needed.

The hatch flew open, his eyes widened, no words were spoken, you didn't even get the chance to defend yourself when the murder weapon of choice, which was a machete because of course it was, stabbed into you.

Rosie appeared, smile dropping the moment she saw you on the ground, blood leaking into the Attic floors, the attic that she had helped you clean up, that she spent time with you in.

Rosie's eyes locked onto your godfather, bloody machete in hand, her mouth opened, revealing her razor sharp teeth.

Blood was splattered across the walls, Rosie wiped blood from her mouth with a handkerchief before kneeling down next to you and gently lifting you up into her lap,

Your eyes were glossy, and blood covered you.

You smiled up at her as she gently brushed away the hair from your face.

You tried to sit up but couldn't,

Rosie rubbed your back, trying to make you comfortable, unsure of what she could say to soothe you, you were dying and she could do much to stop it.

"Yes [Name]?"

"Auntie Rosie?"

"I,-" you take a painful breath, your last word privileges being revoked

"Shh, it's alright don't strain yourself, Close your eyes and rest dearie."

She said pulling you closer, rocking you gently in her arms until you breathed your last.

The door opened to the empty Emporium, Rosie sat in a chair writing down a grocery list,

"I'm sorry but the emporium's closed now!" She shouted over not looking up from her list.

"Auntie Rosie?"

Her head snapped over, eyes filling up with tears as she saw the very child that had died in her arms months ago, the child that she had adopted as her own, standing in her emporium with a nervous smile on their lovely face, the child she cared for had ended up below with her.

"[Name]? Oh my stars! my dear [name]!"

She got up from her seat, rushing over to embrace you, wrapping her arms around you as tears gathered up in your eyes.

"I missed you Auntie Rosie."

"I missed ya too Darlin', now-" she broke the hug and held your shoulders

"Let's get you settled in shall we? Are you hungry? I think we have some leftover pinkie fingers."

"I forgot you were a cannibal."

Rosie had prepared you a room, far better than the attic, because it was a legit room, with proper insulation.

You were staring in a mirror taking in your new appearance when Rosie knocked on the door,

"Sweetheart may I come in?"

"Sure! Come on in''

Rosie walked in and placed papers in front of you,

"Be a dear and sign these please"

"is this a contract for my soul?"

"Close! It's adoption papers, sign them."

Good evening folks, I crave sleep, also my apologies this was requested ages ago and I just now got to it, hope you enjoyed even though it's messy, I just killed off the reader the angst isn't that angsty

I wrote the angst first then everything else

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie x reader

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1863-project · 8 months ago

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For the ask game: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about?

[ask meme]

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I...actually get frustrated with the infantilization and/or demonization of characters that could be read as autistic, because it happens so often and there's such a lack of self-awareness when people do it. If one person headcanons it, a bunch of other people pile on, and before you know it, your character is being treated like someone else entirely - and unfairly so.

Let's take the most obvious example and the reason I don't engage with fandom much:

I am so tired of what fandom at large has done to Emmet since 2010. He's been infantilized since day one, often being portrayed as needing Ingo to take care of him or otherwise be his brother's keeper. He's also been turned into a violent, 'unhinged' stereotype since day one. Neither of these things are new. They've been happening since the release of the games. Neither of them have any basis in his canon characterization - a competent railroad employee who's a goofball but simultaneously responsible and always puts safety first.

I was hoping people had moved past that the way they moved past Blankshipping (though some people still do this, too, EW), but it seems like they haven't. Emmet is still either a helpless child or a serial killer waiting to happen to so many of these people, and as someone who actually felt so validated and seen the first time she discovered Ingo and Emmet, it hurts so deeply.

In real life, I'm also infantilized. I turn 35 this year and have a Master’s degree and work a big grown-up adult archivist job and live outside my parents' house, but because I'm neurodivergent and short, I'm frequently assumed to be and am treated like a teenager way more often than you'd reasonably expect. It's incredibly frustrating to constantly be treated like an innocent child because you don't meet neurotypical benchmarks of adulthood the way they want you to or because of the way you carry yourself or enjoy things. But at the same time, people shy away from me because I'm "too intense" about the things I care about.

Sound familiar?

Fandom was, when I was a younger girl, a place where neurodivergent people (especially autistic and ADHD people) were safe from the real world not understanding, accommodating, and accepting us. We generally kept things on the down-low, since it was another thing we'd be bullied for if people knew, but for us, it was a safe space. Then people realized fandom could be commodified, and once capitalism got a hold on fandom and made it mainstream, all our bullies were suddenly in our little space again, and...well, you probably know the rest. (Yeah, they brought their ableism with them.)

I'm not saying old fandom didn't have its problems. It had a LOT of problems. But it was, altogether, a safer space for neurodivergent people to find community and themselves than it is now. Now it feels more about producing things and moving on to the next big thing to produce more "content" to keep engagement instead of an actual community of nerdy, passionate people getting excited about each other's fanworks and chatting about their favorite things together.

And that reflects in how people treat autistic and autistic-coded characters now. Emmet is one example of many - look at Papyrus, or Entrapta, or numerous others.

This trend really, really fucking hurts, and I cannot stand how willingly fandom spaces just go along with it without thinking critically about it.

#replies #moonflower01 #fandom ableism #autism #actuallyautistic #Pokemon #Submas

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lakesbian · 28 days ago

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hi! i can't quite remember if it was you who wrote it, but do you remember the post that's like "baffled that Wildbow wrote a character who is a teenage girl calling herself Bitch and handled her narrative gracefully. but then he also wrote All That"?

do you have any thoughts on the matter?

hmmm i don't know if i recognize that post. i can't imagine i wrote it it doesn't sound like something id say. like a girl character calling herself bitch doesn't automatically make me sound the misogyny sirens or anything. im also not sure what the All That would be here because wildbow writes women well he just only writes Straight women well because he's homophobic. but now that it's brought up i do feel like a teenage girl character calling herself Bitch could like. so easily go in the milquetoast liberal feminism direction where the author is obsessed with lingering on it as a great act of subversion and the girl herself is in some ways stereotypically bitchy but not particularly unpalatable. and i think the reason it works so well for rachie instead of feeling contrived or otherwise poorly handled is that she is just straight up a deeply unpleasant person to be around in many ways, and this is also elaborated at great length to be a result of her traumas and what is effectively neurodivergency, and she's portrayed as a complex and full person deserving of sympathy and recognition and opportunities. like her being called bitch works for me because 1. she's actually kind of a massive bitch in that her default autism coping mechanism is aggression and mistrust (bites like a cornered beaten dog!!) and 2. this is just how she is as a person (& something which does not negate her humanity) vs something that's trying to make a Statement. just kind of rambling here but yeah i think it's awesome that she's an unpleasant autistic doggirl who insists on going by bitch even when the cops get mad about it

#ask

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velvetvexations · 2 months ago

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But they still use the n-word, anon. They still use the n-word. Yet you think that years and years ago they were so worried about being "challenged" on grounds of transphobia ("transmisogyny" was not in widespread use at the time) that they felt the need to change their language? Even though they still, to this day, use the n-word.

You're an idiot.

And yes, actually, GNC boys who present in a feminine matter does affect things! You can't seriously pretend that every single depiction of an AMAB person wearing women's clothing could only ever possibly be a trans woman or based on trans women. That's not only ahistorical and erases real people right in front of you, but it also gets fucking racist as hell when you start imposing that view on other countries. Did you know, for instance, that "kathoey", the term "ladyboy" is a translation of, is generally used by people who self-identify as men? Because I'm guessing the answer is "no."

Femboys are and have always been a thing, stop fucking erasing them and appropriating their language just because you desperately want the world to revolve around you.

So many young trans girls are going to come out of this traumatized from the dooming, isolated and potentially trapped in abusive relationships because they'd been indoctrinated into the belief that only other trans women will ever love and support them.

The problem is that it has "fab" in there, so they can't do it like they're trying to do with femboy because it inherently points to "TMEs."

(2/2 ana mardoll) i really dont mind when trans women genuinely criticize specific terrible shit that a trans man has actually done, and mardoll has always been a fucking loser who does all the stereotypical negative shit that people tend to act like trans men do. i just wish people would not act like its standard behavior to be like that and judge us all on the basis of the worst of our community lmao. this is behavior that goes both ways tho, trans men judge trans women like this too. idk lol

The person I've seen most accused of being a ringleader was Neon Yang, who was definitely not that even though they contributed. The one I most remember was the trans woman who said something to the effect of "yeah well it didn't sound like the author was trans so I was completely justified actually" and that drives me up a wall because the transradfem girlies are going to lose their mind when I post the first chapter of Nursed with Kerosine.

I have to answer them mostly in batches, with a few exceptions, because I get so many.

@ratbastarddotfuck

Imagine if everyone just decided to start saying a PoC who votes Republican is white.

It's going to be difficult for them to ever actually make a callout post for me because they can screenshot my takes but there will never be a single piece of evidence that I've ever harassed anyone and they know it.

It's not just about taking it seriously, but it's extremely repellent just as content and can be severely triggering, which it would have been for me if I hadn't watched it when I was a teenager before The Deeplore Trauma settled into my bones. I don't think I can even get into the later stuff now because of the association.

But fuck me gently with a chainsaw, everything else about it should be immensely cool and it sucks it's not in something that isn't weighed down by that.

Explicitly using dysphoria as a plot point like that is interesting and does sound like good fuel for a transfem headcanon.

No, it isn't, the only thing being discussed is whether he fits the criteria for "TMA" or not, and he does.

Buffalo Bill is not a stereotype of trans women, and in fact I applaud and deeply appreciate the author for making that crystal clear and treating trans people with great respect and sympathy for the time in which it was written, but he became the model for a stereotype of trans women that transphobes have taken and ran with since the day the the movie came out.

#transandro phobia #trans misogyny #exor sexism #discourse #cw slurs

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idyllcy · 3 months ago

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from one admirer to another : steamed?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear scrambled eggs,

I kissed someone on new years. I kissed that model I was talking about in my last letter on new years. Oh my god. I'm like. I don't know I'm like going through it right now. But you know what happened to me?? I FORGOT TO GET THEIR NUMBER. Sorry, I know I don't usually write like this but I'm so mad at myself for completely missing her number. Ugh...

I've decided to draw fireworks to indicate that it's the new year. I hope you had fun on new years as well. Maybe you were with your best friend? Tell me more about it, will you? I realized very quickly after leaving with my two friends that day that I have like no friends. Are we friends? I'm guessing yes since you're... well, giving me love advice and whatnot.

Other life updates... I've been home with my dog a lot more often lately. He's called Sunny. He's a golden retriever. I've had people tell me that he looks just like me, and, well, obviously because he's my son. I'm his dad, who else would he look like? (joke (am I using this right)). My manager told me to take the week between christmas and new years off, and a handful of days off in the beginning of January off. I have a shoot in a little bit, but it's less of a modeling shoot and more of a... face-modeling gig? I'll be the face model of a game or something. Sounds a little familiar, but oh well.

Okay, back on the topic of that model. I didn't get to bond with her but in the blurred memories of my drunk self, I did get to kiss her. quite passionately too. Like, I was fully hunched over her on the couch or something. And get this, she called me sugarlips. sugarlips. Crazy! Does that mean I was a good kisser? Okay, my rationality is telling me that it was just because she was drunk or whatever, but she picked me so that's gotta count for something.

Ugh, what is this? A stereotypical high school romance? I'm not a teenager anymore. I really gotta get my life together and start having my manager book more. Maybe I'll see them— I mean, I gotta forget about them, obviously.

Thank you for the stickers! One of the dogs look eerily like Sunny, so I'm sending you two polaroids of him. I hope you don't mind that he's the one I'm sending this time. I keep all of my cameras on me at all times, so maybe I'll send you a photo of Ada if I ever get the chance.

look forward to your next letter, Christmas

True to his word, Leon is back to modeling back and forth as soon as his little break ends. He meets new models, small talk easy on his lips as he makes acquaintances. He finds that it's not all that hard to talk to people, and he's sure it has to do with the fact that he's no longer someone who prefers sticking to the shadows. Well, he wouldn't have been able to get far if he did in the modeling industry. He still needs to meet Ada.

"Oh, Leon, was it?"

Leon jumps in his skin at the sight of Ada with the same dots on her face as him.

"A-Ada! I'm honored you remember my name." Well, there goes his cover or a normie.

Ada laughs, waving her hand. "Did you get scouted for this too?"

"Yeah." He mumbles. "I don't know what to expect from this."

"Well, neither do I, so... we'll tough through this together?"

"Please take care of me." Leon nods.

"I can't take care of you if I don't know what's going on either." Ada laughs lightly, turning her head as she spots a familiar sight in the crowd. "Oh, found them."

"Are you..." Leon follows her gaze and spots you of all people, and he blinks. "Friends?"

"Something closer than that." Ada nods, waving. "See you around, rookie!"

Leon nearly has a heart attack at the first half of his undercover twitter username. No, there's no way she knows — and, while he's calming his heart, he barely notices the way you step up to him, brow raised amusedly as he jumps in his skin.

"Ah, so that's where your eyebrow ends." You blink at his face, humming slowly as you map it out with your eyes.

Leon blinks back at you, holding his breath from your proximity.

"Sweetheart, the poor man isn't breathing."

You take a step back at Ada's words, continuing to blink at his face, and Leon wonders if you even remember that you kissed on new years.

"Hey, do—"

Ada cuts in, smiling at Leon, and Leon wonders if it was on purpose. "Wanna say hi to Luis and Wesker? They're here too."

"Oh, god, yes!" You gasp, turning on your heel, waving bye to Leon before skipping after Ada.

Was that... was that on purpose?

prev post : masterlist : next letter

#☾.oata #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #someone said 'when is ada gonna flirt with reader instead of leon' and i took that as a challenge #chicks before dicks or smth idk i just KNOW ada would hate you to hook up with a random male fan of hers in modeling

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kaeyx · 1 year ago

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i’m not a guy but ik you are so I’m trying to make this ask as gender neutral as possible

pmzai who acts like the stereotypical horny teenage boy, but 10x worse,, in his time in the pm he was not exposed to a lot of female or afab figures in general, so they seem almost like a holy grail to him. to him so much as touching boobs is only a fantasy, until he realized how into him you were. he’s so desperate to feel your body, to touch you, to feel you wrapped around his cock, it’s all he wants. he stares at the ceiling of shipping container as he lays in bed at night, not even jerking off but just thinking about how different and perfect your body is. pmzai is so perverted about it too,, and probably asks really intrusive questions without knowing how bad he sounds. it doesn’t matter if it’s guy, he just wants to touch some tits

-pmzai anon

Honestly I've been rotating this one around in my brain for a WHILE bc just. Yes. (written with a nb/transmasc reader in mind, implying they bind and are on hrt)

First off I would give him my tits after I got top surgery I bet I can convince the surgeon to let me pickle them and take them home.

He doesn't have time for any of that + I don't see as many women in the PM as there should be so yeah, his contact with afab bodies is pretty limited. When he hits teen age his body changes and he starts taking more notice of other people, especially the ones his age. You and Chuuya are prime candidates of course. Chuuya, so lean and lithe, pale and freckled and scarred with hair like fire, who's so effortlessly pretty it's unfair. He's seen Chuuya half naked before, when they swim in the canals or when he gets injured during a mission.

And you, who look... different. The first time Dazai sees you forgo your binder he can't help but stare, until you snap him out of it. It doesn't change anything really, except how he pictures you when he's alone in his container at night. Sometimes when it's especially cold he dreams of you and Chuuya, cuddled up to him and keeping him warm. And he dreams of feeling your soft breasts pressed against his back while you hug him, face pressed against his hair.

He doesn't think about your cock pressing into him anymore, he dreams of your cunt instead. Would it be soft? Tight? Dazai bets it would be divine, but the porn and the trashy romance books haven't helped him at all, he doesn't know what to expect.

And of course asks all sorts of incredibly inappropriate questions. First Mori because of course, and once he has a grasp of all the changes you're going through he goes to you for specifics. Where are you growing hair? Do you have a moustache yet? Is it true you have a dick now? He'd be fascinated by the dick part. Would almost force you to explain it to him and then fantasize about sucking you off, your chubby little cock fitting so perfectly in his mouth.

#asks.answered #dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #dazai smut #pm!dazai #pmzai anon #aaaa sorry you went through the trouble to make it neutral and i just gendered it again #I'm hurting for trans xreader stuff tbh

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hereforhalstead · 10 months ago

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Pretty Girl

I’ll be honest, it’s midnight and I can’t sleep so here you go!

I also didn’t really imagine Jay for this (it was actually Trevor Wagner lol) so I didn’t use any names but feel free to picture detective chuckles in your reading!

also, if you think it’s rubbish. I agree but what are we gonna do?!

*****

‘I cant believe I’m gonna text him’

You scoffed to yourself, eyeing the phone you held in your hand, thumb hovering over his name on your chat list on whatsapp. Almost daring yourself not to give into the desires you knew you craved and that he could so easily fulfil.

‘are you awake?’

You sounded like a foolish teenager, thinking that sounded better than the stereotypical ‘you up?’ at 3am text. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

You almost threw your phone on the ground, it landing face up beside you as your knees were instinctively bought to your chest in panic, regretting sending the text as soon as you pressed send.

Almost instantly, the phone lit up. You could see it from the corner of your eye, reluctant to look down.

You peered over your arm, wincing as you read the message through squinted eyes.

‘Of course, darling’

Your heart melted, your stomach flipped, your heart rate quickened.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel this way.

He told you not to fall for him.

Yet what did you do, oh yeah.

You fell absolutely head over heels, 100%, life consumingly in love with him. Good one.

Mere moments had passed, you hadn’t unlocked the phone as you sat and mustered a response.

He hardly gave you much to go from, did you completely out yourself and admit why you messaged him or did you play it off with a simple ‘cool’?

Your phone once again, lit up in your hand. Your eyes darting to the screen without a second thought or hesitation as you scanned the words on the screen.

‘any particular reason you wanted to know, pretty girl?’

Shit, even through a screen he had you backed against a virtual wall. Making the hunger for him to have you actually pushed up against a wall, ten times more intense.

‘just wondered if you wanted to come over, cant sleep’

You laughed at the innocent sad face added to the end, feeling the complete opposite and knowing he would see through it.

The grey ticks turned to blue as soon as you sent the message, quickly exiting out of the chat as though you didn’t want to seem desperate.

Not like your phone was now stuck to your hand with your eyes not leaving the screen as you wait for his response.

‘Poor baby, not sure how I would be able to help though?’

You could practically see the smug grin on his face, arm folded behind his head to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. Thumb dancing over the keypad as he probably typed out all the ways in which he could help, before deleting them as if nothing happened.

‘oh no!’

You yet again, sarcastically added the exclamation. Clearly having too much fun with the situation yourself now.

‘guess I will just have to try someone else’

Ordinarily you wouldn’t have sent such a text, you didn’t have anyone else you could ask, the ‘lucky’ bunch stored in your phone who you could text at early hours of the morning to come over.

Even if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else. Just him.

You wanted to see how far you could push him, knowing the way his eyes would’ve darkened with reading the message.

Probably reading it a few times to ensure he read it right, phone clutched in his hand, bringing it up to his pursed lips in frustration.

It took a significantly less amount of time to yet again see ‘typing’, flash up next to his name on the chat. Your heart rate though the roof as you hear your phone chime.

‘darling you are funny, we both know you wouldn’t dare’.

You sat on his response for a minute or two, letting him sweat as he could see you’d read the message.

‘goodnight sweet cheeks’

You were proud of yourself for your blunt response, even if he didn’t reply, you’d sure be obscenely offended but you wouldn’t be shocked.

If he had sent you a message even close to that, the phone probably would’ve been launched across the room and loud groan that could’ve been heard from down the corridor of your apartment building.

The grey ticks, stayed grey for what felt like an eternity. In fact, you stared at the screen for 4 solid minutes, waiting.

You huffed, regretting your text. Had you ruined it? Took it too far?

He could be an annoying prick sometimes and knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially when it came to making you jealous but in all honestly you couldn’t imagine him sending you a message like the one you had sent.

The room was silent, you took yourself over to the mirror as if you needed to take a long hard look at yourself, but in actual fact you just chuckled. Grow up.

You needed to test him, needed to see how he felt. If he wanted you, he would.

Simple as that.

If you were going to keep falling for him, the least you could do was find out if you were both kind of on the same page, even the same book would be good!

You continued to stare in the mirror as you got ready for bed, accepting your defeat and pondering on how you’ll deal with such rejection on a clear mind in the morning.

Scraping your hair into a ponytail, you saw your phone light up on the bed. Seeing his name flash at the top of the screen with the green and red ‘accept’, ‘decline’ buttons staring you in the face.

You froze.

He knew you hated phone calls, especially when he hadn’t told you he was going to call. Prick.

Your thumb hit the accept button before your brain could scream at you to let it go to voicemail, holding the phone to your ear to hear that raspy voice you so desperately craved.

‘I’m outside, little one. You gonna come and let me in or should I try buzzing someone else?’

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead smut #one chicago x reader #jay halstead drabble #jay halstead x you #chicago pd imagine #trevor wagner

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year ago

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Bullworth Academy.

south park - bully scholarship edition (2006) au.

part one.

sorry this is SO delayed.. ive been so busy and my phone broke but hopefully this is good enough for now, the juicy stuff is coming soon guys😭👍.

content: swearing, stereotypes, hateful/discriminatory comments, groping of a minor, "y/n", smoking, >18 characters, alternate universe (characters aren't canon), alcohol, lot of dialog, talking through facial expressions (partial)

summary: at bullworth academy, you'll never get your way. beyond the cliques of jocks, nerds, greasers, preppies, bullies, and even non-clique students; are a bunch of assholes who attempt to make anyone's life harder with the snap of their finger. and when you met the people in the cliques, you realize how real it all was.

tags: @h-harleybaby @p1-f1 @hannah-h-pleb @milkyhere @cristuit @z-zephyrr @bro-flov-ski @59candelas

"Don't forget your suit case in the trunk!" Your mom said as she pulled in front of the large black gate.

"Not gonna." You reply, scoffing at her giggly tone. She's gonna run off and have a blast without having to take care of her teenage daughter, isn't she?

She pouts, "You know this is for the best, darling. I mean, you have been acting like a fool at your normal high schools; so maybe a change of scenery will do it for ya."

You sarcasticly smile and slam the door, walking to the trunk to grab your bag.

Grunting, as it's heavy with your needs for however long you'll be sleeping in those damn girls dorms.

"Need help with that?" An older woman asks, walking up.

You finally get it out, close the trunk and tap on the car hard so your mom gets the message to leave. "Uh, nah, I've got it."

"You've been expected, you're a week late Miss L/N." She says.

"Yeah, who are you?" You ask trying not to sound too disrespectful as she leads you through the gate and towards the main school building.

She cacks like a dog before whispering, "The one who's fucking the principal, little brat. Get inside." Practically shoving you into the building.

It was horrendously spirited on the second week of school. Football season was pretty huge for Bullworth. They went all out.

Getting acquainted to all this was weird to say the least. You'd gotten a tour of the school and the dorms by the same woman who never actually introduced herself.

"So, 'one who's fucking the principal'.." You start. "Thanks for the tour, but I need to get settled on my own now."

With a coy smile, she says "Farewell then. Bullworth will treat one like you good." She then winks and walks away.

Couldn't tell whether that was meant in a sweet way or not. You enter the dorms and attempt to walk to your room with the background full of moaning and coughing likely from smoking. You find your way to the noise of the coughing which sounds like it's in the direction of your room anyways.

How lucky, it was in your room. Two girls, one blonde, one with black hair, both smoking a joint.

You walk in awkwardly and set your suitcase somewhere, putting ur backpack on the floor as they watch your every move.

The blonde stands up. "Hi! You're the new girl.. you're Y/N, right?" She offers the blunt to which you take a hit as you nod.

"Sure." You cough and blow out some smoke.

"I'm Bebe, and this is Wendy." She points at the black haired girl. "This is Wendy's and your room, and I'm sure you'll get along. She can be shy sometimes, but once she's used to you and smoked up, you'll love her." She introduced.

Handing the blunt back and nodding at Wendy, you make your way to sit on the empty bed.

"You been helped around by Ms. Fuckface?" Bebe asks.

"I'm assuming so." You shrug and Wendy hands you the blunt.

Bebe giggles, "Let us introduce you to Bullworth."

The duo walks you around the premises.

"You kissed my Eric?!" A tall brunette cheerleader screams.

"He's not yours, bitch!" A similarly brunette girl screams back before plunging forward and grabbing the others' hair.

"Melody Adams, and Delilah.. nobody knows her last name." Bebe says as we walk past the cat fight.

Curiously asking, "Who's Eric?.. The.. guy they were yelling about.?" You ponder around.

Bebe hums. "He's actually new too. Wrestler, fucks around, but does good deeds to keep out of shit between the cliques."

"Dreamy." Wendy adds quietly and Bebe scoffs.

She points, "There he is! Eric!"

He walks over in all his pride. "Well hello there, who's this sweet piece of pie?"

"Quit it, Cartman. This is Y/N L/N. She just started today, we're getting her to know the place better." You wave as Bebe introduces you.

You notice that Wendy squeezes a finger of yours, and has a devious look on her face when you look at her. All you do is smile back

Eric chuckles. "Alls I know is don't get into shit with any of the cliques, keep your reputation good throughout all them and you'll be fine." He winks and walks off."

"Dreamy." Wendy repeats.

You giggle, "As if. Seems kinda extra.. and—"

"Horny, right?" Bebe interrupts.

"I guess." You shrug and watch him skate until you can't see him anymore.

The bell rings indicating its lunch time. You had both classes in the afternoon so you didn't have to worry until later.

"Let's go to lunch! Show you all the cliques." Bebe winks and grabs your hand, dragging you inside the school and to the cafeteria.

Once you're there, you see the groups of people wearing different uniforms. "Over there are the non-cliques, they for the most part leave people alone and are.. lone wolves. There's not that many so you'll see Eric, Kyle, Butters, and then a bunch of other unimportant people. But they're like, the trio of the non-cliques.. that can be us just.. guy version!"

Bebe went on a mission to deeply explain who everyone was before taking you to the non-clique table. "Hey guys!"

"Shut up, Bebe." That red head she called Kyle spoke with a mouth full of food.

Butters, the blonde wearing a pink shirt reaches out a hand, "Butters, it's uh, nice to meet you." He nervously smiles as you shake his hand.

"Y/N."

"Aren't you just adorable, 'Y/N'.." Kyle mocks before laughing.

Eric scoffs, "Leave her alone, man."

He only laughs harder before standing up, "Come on, Cartman. Let's go egg some prep scum houses."

Butters hastily follows but not before he gives an awkward wave goodbye as to say "nice meeting you".

You wave back and once they're far enough to where they can't hear, you ask "Why do you all call him Cartman?"

"It's not rare for Bullworth students to be known as their last names.. don't be surprised if you're called L/N a couple times or more." Bebe responds, drinking from a water bottle in-between sentences. "Vodka." She shrugs with a smirk. "Want some?"

Contemplating before taking a large sip, you stand up. "I'm gonna go for a walk, see you soon?"

"Later, L/N." Bebe winks and you wave to Wendy who returns it.

You walk around campus on your own, earbuds plugged in and music playing.

Eventually when you're done walking, the bell rings alarming to go to class, in which you make your way to.

Scoffing to see Kyle in the same Chemistry class as you. But at least you knew someone there.

Walking up to the teacher, saying "Hi, I'm Y/n. Where do I sit?"

"Ah," He smirks. "You're the new girl."

You nod and awkwardly smile at his weird facial expression.

He wraps an arm around your waist, which was odd but you were too stunned or scared.. or.. something to even move away. His hand moved up and down the side of your waist as he introduced you to the class.

"You can sit next to Stan, sweetheart. Stan, raise your hand so the pretty girl can see who you are." The teacher says and your face scrunches up.

You see a boy raise his hand, closer to the back of the classroom. You finally leave your teachers hold and walk over to Stan.

Stan only looks at you when you sit down. And once the teacher begins teaching, Stan whispers, "He's a weirdo.. seriously. The groping? Was that really at all necessary?"

Giggling slightly, you respond, "It was uncomfortable."

"Understably. Dude's got at least 15 years on you." He laughs quietly.

There's silence until he speaks again a few minutes later. "Do you got a pencil? Don't got one ever and I think there's gonna be a pop quiz today."

"Yeah, mom made sure to give me extras because 'you need to take notes'.." You scoff and reach for your bag to grab a pencil.

When you look up, you see a familiar pair of eyes staring into yours.

Kyle.

He looked fierce. And it was then when you got a good look at him. Scar on his left eye brow. Freckles among his face. And small yet noticable beauty mark below his right eye.

As you look down for just a moment you see how his arms are crossed. The rest of his body is facing diagonally, but his eyes are on you. His posture was laid back, and his legs were manspread.

At that, you make a dirty face as to say, "What are you looking at?". His face responds with his eyebrows raising, like he was cockily saying "You.", before he smirked.

His eyes fall down to your chest and his smirk only grows. Your curiosity leads you looking down, to see cleavage hanging out of the too tight uniform.

Mentally scoffing, you look up and quirk an eyebrow, to say "Like what you see?".

He nods slowly, and only one time with a grin.

You covered your cleavage with your hand, almost like saying "Too bad.".

Sitting up and handing Stan the pencil, saying, "Keep it."

He looked at it, then at you with a crooked smile. "Thanks."

Class ended after a ridiculously long wait. There was a pop quiz, which he didn't make you take since it was your first day.

As you leave the classroom, a familiar red head catches up to you, walking beside you. "What?" You ask.

"Can't walk with the new girl? Jeez." He scoffs sarcastically.

Giggling at first. "No, you can't walk with the new girl." You respond and breifly look at him. He raises both arms as to retreat, though he keeps walking. "What do you want?"

"Wanna walk you to your room. Is that a problem?"

"Sure is. You know if you get caught by any prefects you'll be in big trouble, right? Even I know that and I just got here."

He chuckles as you both exit the school building, making your way to the girls dorms. "I'm the star student of this school. I wouldn't get in trouble."

"Okay, 'star student', what's it mean when a girl says 'go away'?" You ask, not expecting an answer.

And he didn't give one. Just kept walking by your side until you reached the building. You watched as he looked around before walking in with a smirk.

To that, you were appalled. And now you're the one making sure nobody sees him in there.

Checking around to make sure no girls are walking around you quickly guide him to your room before shutting the door.

"Okay, why are you even here?" You ask genuinely.

He chuckles. "Hang out, get to know what the new girls motives are."

"Motives?" To that, you laugh. "I have no motivation or clear purpose of being here other than the fact that my mom hates me and wants me to stop getting kicked out of regular school systems. There's nothing different or 'new' about me. I don't even want to be here so would you just—"

He cuts you off by aggressively kissing you. "God, I thought you were quiet but you're just talk, talk, talk, aren't you?"

You couldn't seem to form a sentence that would even fit this scenario anymore. Only sitting down on your bed and staring at your shoes.

Not long later is when Kyle sits beside you, you could sense he was looking at you but you didn't want to look at his face. "Wanna know my motive?" He asks.

There's silence. "Do you?" He asks once more.

To which you respond, "I'm waiting."

"To kinda make like uh, a statement. A lifestyle. To change the Bullworth way to be.. Kyle's way. You know?"

"You're not always gonna get your way." You look at him. "Nobody does."

"Well what do you think im trying to do? I'm trying to make it so it can always go my way!"

You laugh. "You're an asshole. Is this supposed to make me like you? Because it's not working."

"No." Silence appears for longer. Nobody spoke for what felt like several minutes. But you noticed how when he was thinking his leg bounced rapidly up and down.

He finally stood up. "You wanna go somewhere?"

to be continued..

#vanillaan #south park #kyle south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #bully scholarship edition #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #eric cartman #alternate universe #adult animation

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years ago

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Okay- I'm sorry if I'm being annoying by sending another one of these (if I am being annoying you can just ignore this lmao) but I've had this idea in the back of my head ever since I started reading Jake x daughter!reader fics. It's basically a fic where y/n comes out to Jake as a lesbian (because I would literally die for supportive dad!jake) and here's my idea

So what if Y/n is a teenager and she's never been really one to have crushes and when she did they were short lived so when Y/n befriends a Na'vi boy her age her siblings tease her about having a 'crush' on him and as Y/n is still navigating her own feelings and what kind of reactions she could get if she told anyone so she pretends to like the boy until Jake finds about it and is a stereotypical overprotective dad. And when he goes to talk to Y/n about it he notices she's directly avoiding his gaze but won't tell him what's wrong and it just wrecks Jake with worry until eventually she spits it out

A/N: In this story let's pretend that Z-dog isn't a recom or a bad guy but instead the really cool bi aunt that y/n could go to about this stuff.

A/N: Also you aren't annoying, I love writing Dad!Jake

Girls: Dad!Jake Sully

You made your way to the lab to find your aunt Z-dog in hopes that she could answer some of the questions that you had. See lately well more so since you started developing crushes you noticed that boys never seemed to do it for you, only girls seemed to spark your interest and that confused you a bit.

"Hey, kiddo! What brings you by?" Your aunt asked as you stepped inside her room.

"I have some questions that I was hoping you could answer for me if you don't mind." You said nervously.

"I'm sure your parents could answer them but what kind of questions?" She asked you as you regathered your thoughts.

"Romantic ones....like how you knew you were bi-sexual?" You asked her as realization hit her as to why you were coming to her.

"Okay, I know for me, that I felt an attraction to both males and females....but I also know that some people can just be lesbian as well where they are only attracted to females and feel nothing towards a man which is okay too, it's all about personal preference really." She said as you nodded taking in her words.

"Is there a reason you are asking me this?" She asked concerned.

"I think I may be lesbian. I'm not sure because I can develop a crush on a guy but it never lasts..." You said to her.

"Sounds like you are confused....don't tell your dad this but you honestly need to kiss a girl to find out that's what did it for me. Have you ever kissed anyone before?" She asked you.

"I have...it was a boy but I didn't like it too much." You said as she laughed.

"Yeah kiss a girl and see how much that changes." She said as you looked at her.

"What about my parents?" You asked her nervous about how they would react to you potentially being lesbian.

"Let's figure out your feelings first and then we will deal with your parents...but I can already tell you that they are gonna love just the same if not more." She said squeezing your hand.

"Thank you Aunt Z-dog." You said hugging her.

"No problem kiddo, figure out your feelings first and then worry about everything else...and just know I'm here for you." She said as you thanked her.

A few days later you and your friend Peì'll were out relaxing in ya'lls pasture, you sat by a tree listening as she talked but all you could focus on was how pretty she was especially when the sun hit her skin.

"What's on your mind y/n?" She asked taking a seat in front of you snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing." You said giving her a small smile.

"Well, there's something I've been wanting to try if you're okay with it." She said as you looked at her confused but still nodded her head.

She slowly leaned her head towards you as her eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips as you did the same really hoping this wasn't some fever dream. You slowly felt her lips press against yours as you reminded yourself to kiss her back.

"That was better than I imagined." You both said making each laugh.

"Y/n I'm lesbian...and I've always found you attractive..." She said lacing her hands with yours.

"Thank you for telling me that....but I need to be honest with you...I must tell you that I'm confused about what I am." You said looking down.

"That's okay...we can take this slowly until you figure out your feelings." She said squeezing your hands.

A few weeks later you two had fully moved into a semi-relationship that was pretty private while you figure out how you would tell your parents more specifically your dad who you worried you would let down by turning out this way. Peì'll was sick today so you were spending the day hanging with her cousin Nau, which was nice and he told you that he wouldn't tell anyone about you and her as he walked you home.

"Oooohhhh looks like sis has a new crush!" Lo'ak said as he watched you and Nau laugh about something.

"Wonder how long this one will last this time." Neteyam said joining Lo'ak at the entrance of the hut so he could also spy on your Nau.

"Boys leave your sister alone." Your mom said making them groan as they left the entrance of the hut just as you walked in.

"Evening everyone." You said setting your stuff down and join your family at the dinner table.

"So sis, whose the boy you were talking to?" Lo'ak asked you as Jake whipped his head towards you upon hearing those words.

"Who Nau? That's Peì'll cousin, we just hung out today since she was sick." You said shrugging your shoulders.

"Is he a new crush?" Lo'ak said as Jake angrily ate his food watching you for an answer.

You panicked as your brother asked that question...you were in love with Peì'll but you weren't ready to tell your dad quiet yet so you did the one thing you could do and say you had a crush on Nau which was far from the truth.

"Yes, I do." You said as you felt the daggers your dad was shooting you.

The next few days Jake noticed that whenever Nau was brought up, you would sigh and seem irritated that they were talking about it and even he felt like you didn't actually have a crush on this boy if you did you had a weird way of showing it.

"Hey baby girl, let's go for a walk." Your dad said that night after dinner.

"Okay." You said following him out of yall's hut and you guys just talked about your days for a bit until he brought it up.

"Does this Nau kid treat you well? Because you can tell me if he isn't." He said watching you.

"Yeah, he does." You said.

"Do you see a future with him? Because if you do, you need to have a very serious talk." He said watching as you looked at the ground.

"No." You said quietly.

"No? Then why did you say you have a crush on him, angel?" Your dad asked kneeling so that he was at eye level with you.

"Because I like girls and I was afraid of your reaction by telling you how I really felt." You said quietly as awaited your dad's reaction.

Jake was shocked but not really because now everything made sense... he felt dumb for not noticing sooner...you always had a distaste for boys growing up.

"Oh, angel. Something like that couldn't stop me from loving you but thank you for telling me." He said wrapping his arms around you.

"So you not mad at me or disappointed in me?" You asked quietly.

"No, I'm not..never could be for something like this...I love you no matter who you love as long as they treat you right." He said looking at you.

"I love you to Dad, thank you." You said hugging him again as he smiled.

"So is there a special girl you have your eye on?" He asked making you groan.

"Well me and Peì'll are kinda seeing each other..." You said nervously as you two walked home.

"Peì'll? Wait you two got her cousin to cover for you two?!" He said making you laugh.

"Yeah, we did." You said laughing as he shook his head at you in disbelief.

A few days later after coming out to your dad and finally telling Peì'll the good news, you decided to bring her over for dinner and properly introduce her to everyone.

"Dad, Mom and annoying siblings this is my best friend and girlfriend Peì'll. You said re-introducing her to everyone watching with a laugh as your siblings looked shocked.

"But I thought her and Nau?" Lo'ak said making you guys laugh.

"No sorry Peì'll is the one for me." You said as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Ha! Looks like you are doing my chores for a month! I knew she didn't like Nau." Neteyam said as he walked over to where you two were.

"Peì'll you hurt my sister and we have problems." Neteyam said not sure how he would get her back if she did end up hurting you since she was a girl.

"Peì'll my child, welcome. And you my beautiful daughter thank you for finally introducing us to the real source of your happiness." Your mom said hugging you both.

"You should be thanking dad, he was the one who gave me the courage to do it." you said as your dad squeezed your hand in reassurance.

#dad!jakesully #dad!jake #dad!jake sully x reader #dad!jake x daughter!reader #mom!neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #sully!reader

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quartings · 5 days ago

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A little story about how I became me:

In the most supportive way I can say it, my thoughts on what people need to hear to become better, and why it's not always obvious.

Like pretty much everyone, I was a dumb teenager many years ago. I grew up in a very conservative environment, without many chances to really hang out with people who weren't also teenage guys either. I was surrounded by a lot of homophobia, sexism, and a lot of people telling jokes that weren't just horribly offensive, but even worse- they were honestly really generic and unfunny. And that's a small part of why I'm here to talk about.

For anyone who followed my blog in its earliest years, you might know I was a huge fan of the Yogscast YouTube group as a teenager. I loved Simon, and Lewis, and Duncan, and Kim, and so many of its members. But there was one member who was quite different from the others- a woman named Zoey.

Zoey Proasheck was one of the first big openly gay YouTubers I think ever. But what made me gravitate to her so much was that while she never downplayed that part of her identity, she promoted the positive stereotype-breaking parts of her personality even more. She's honestly not just one of the nicest content creators I've ever seen, but maybe even the nicest person I've ever seen. (And I know she doesn't like being put on a pedastal because celebrity worship is bad and all people have flaws, but I think her positive actions and impacts should at least speak for themselves) As a dumb teenage guy who at the time had never even met an LGBT person, it was eye-opening experience watching Zoey RP as characters who liked guys, and play kiddie games like Scribblenauts, Pokémon, and Puyo Puyo.

Dumb teenage me would have been under the impression that lesbian YouTubers would only promote queer content. Disclaimer that I'm not promoting the "model minority" argument, minorities are not obligated to act a certain way in order to earn respect or not be bullied. This is just a story about what it took to change me as an individual in a way that may not apply to everyone.

But yeah, just as her straight coworkers played games and expressed their interests that didn't telegraph their sexuality, most of Zoey's content wasn't either. It was nice seeing such an eternally kind, funny, and creative person just enjoy sharing her happiness and creativity with others, and her liking girls was just an added detail. Some highlights include her just joking about wanting to meet pretty girls in Scribblenauts, expressing her love of rainbows, and just saying 'boobs' because it's a funny-sounding word. And those bits while funny, were only a fraction of the overall funny and creative content she made that was for all audiences! Zoey was never a person who was there to lecture others on her identity, or to create content only for people like her. Just because she was queer, it didn't mean she marketed her content only or even mainly for queers- she made it for everyone- I'm happy so many LGBT youth found solace with her, too. But if she did try and make content solely or mainly for queer audiences, myself and others like me would probably have been dissuaded from watching her channel and having our worldview expanded.

But yeah, after watching Zoey for so long, slightly-jerky teenage me had a small space in his heart open up for accepting queer people. Because no matter what harmful stereotypes I saw on TV, no matter how many actual people fit those stereotypes in online spaces or irl, I would always know that if a real queer person as eternally kind and funny as Zoey could exist, being LGBT couldn't possibly be the factor that makes people "bad" as all the fearmongers say.

This next part will probably be tough to hear for a lot of people, but I don't think representation in media matters the way many people think it does- at least, not in the realm of animation and acting.

What I mean by that is, I was raised on well-written and amazing female protagonists as a kid- Kim Possible, Lilo and Stitch, My Life as a Teenage Robot, The Proud Family, Totally Spies, ATLA, and especially the girls of the Teen Titans. But because I was raised in an environment that was very oppressive towards girls and one that deliberately isolated guys from them, I had no good female presences in my day-to-day life. No amount of strong female characters in media could change the fact that my irl view of girls was shaped by the very conservative and honestly disappointing ideals of the girls around me. It took moving to a vastly different environment where I could interact with less conservative girls for me to start unlearning the misogyny instilled in me during my early teens.

And in the same vein, no amount of fictional LGBT characters would have undone any homophobic beliefs I used to have back then. Because I know such characters aren't real and don't reflect the values of real people around me. What actually contributed a lot to me becoming less homophobic was Neil Patrick Harris as Barney Stinson in How I Met Your Mother. If I only grew up on gay actors being allowed to play gay characters, my mind would never have been allowed to separate them from the shallow stereotypes I was taught as a teen. Neil Patrick doing such a great job of playing a caricature of a hilariously cartoonish straight guy allowed me to see that gay people aren't bound to always acting "gay". Their sexuality doesn't control their day-to-day behaviour. While such things are obviously clear to people who are also LGBT, I think we easily forget how straight people with literally zero experience talking to LGBT folks don't know these things by heart. Barney Stinson being straight was better LGBT representation to me than all other queer characters thanks to Neil Patrick Harris.

I think a lot of today's dumb teenagers are immediately put off listening to minority voices because they oftentimes come across as a "lecturer" or an "enemy". Someone who isn't necessarily evil, but still a person who views them as a "thing to change" or "person to yell at". And it's hard to give a mean person yelling at you the satisfaction of being right, even if they are right. If someone came up to teen me and started exasperatedly telling me how being homophobic made me a bad person (even though that's obviously true), not even yelling at me, teen me would have been off-put by being antagonised and would probably not listen to them. Heck, teen me may have even become more homophobic since this hypothetical irl LGBT supporter was so antagonistic to me, and the idea of being like them would seem off-putting.

EDIT: And I know certain celebrities have recently come under fire for not openly stating their political leanings. And sure, it's probably because they don't wanna get cancelled, or because they have the privilege to be impartial in situations that impact a lot of innocent people, but there's another detail I want to note. At this stage in the game, I wonder if a celebrity coming out as liberal would instantly turn their entire conservative fanbase against them before listening to what they had to say. Sure, it's probably just the celeb covering their ass, but I can't help but think about the silver lining of a conservative viewer hearing their favourite celebrity saying "hey, most people on the other side are chill to talk to, don't be mean to them even if you think they're really annoying" maybe being more impactful if the celeb claimed to be apolitical rather than openly liberal. You can absolutely chew me out for being wrong on this one if you think I am, I'm just speculating.

I don't at all mean to victim-blame anyone here for not being nice enough to bigoted people. Sometimes people are so hateful that no amount of kindness can change them, and you are well within your right to distance yourself from them or fact check them when they spread hate. What I am saying is that nobody likes being lectured. Not on big things like human rights, not on medium things like airplane safety instructions, not even on small things like promotional giveaways sometimes. I think a majority of people who don't support minorities aren't hateful bigots who constantly rant and rave about getting rid of other people. Maybe 10% of them are like that. But the rest of them are just poor isolated folks like teen me was, who just need that one cool person to show, not tell them that kinds of people they've never met can be cool too.

So what does that mean for me? Well, despite the massive amount of rambling I just went on here, I also don't want to be a "lecturer" in the content I make and how I conduct myself in daily life. I know it's difficult, and I've faltered before, and maybe will in the future. But if by some miracle you're a person who dislikes "wokeness" or "things being shoehorned into media" and you've read this far, thanks! I'm not here to tell you you're a bad person, I'm not here to tell you to change, and I'm not going to say any of my content is "not for you". I'm here to make art and comics and animation for everyone to enjoy. If you're feeling down or even just bored, I hope the things I make can make your day even a little better. I'm not a lecturer, and I hope I'm not an enemy - I'm just here to be a friend. I also have some of my biggest animation and comic projects EVER coming soon, and I really hope you like them!

And to people of all demographics, I want to add that if someone ever makes an offensive joke, there's no point yelling at them that it's "offensive" or "bigoted" or "whatever-ist". What's more important is letting that person know that, honestly? That joke ain't it, chief. It's worse than being offensive- it's honestly kind of boring and predictable, dude. Teenage me probably made that joke 10 times over a decade ago, and my classmates probably made that same joke 1000 times. Don't worry though - I've told lame jokes before too, but thankfully I took the L and my jokes now are honestly getting way better!

Stay safe out there, okay? I hope your tomorrow is happier than your today!

#q speaks #positivity #lgbt #yogscast zoey #zoey Proasheck

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Chapter 12: A Date with the Doppelgänger

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Chapter warnings: Please be advised that there's a very brief scene on nonconsensual sexual touching and mentions of minors doing drugs. It's not as scary as it sounds, I promise lol

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Young had always been fascinated with magic. But it wasn't just his interest that motivated him to learn more; he also had an ulterior motive: to impress the human girl he'd grown to love. You'd saved him that day, and despite being from two different worlds, he still remembered the words you said to him not long after he returned the favour by hiding you from those guards who had been looking for you.

“So what if we’re different?” you had asked. “I saved you. You saved me. We’re equal.”

He’d been told by many of his kind that humans and creatures like them were not equals. Humans considered themselves superior, and anyone different would be treated as inferior. Young had never met a human until you, but you defied the stereotypes in your words and actions.

“How do you know it’s poisonous?” Young, a teenager, was looking at an oddly coloured mushroom on the forest floor.

You whipped out a knife and cut it from the rest. Young stared in horror. Didn’t you just say that it was poisonous? As if reading his mind, you smiled. “It’s not going to kill you if you touch it.”

You held it to the light and gestured for him to come closer. Young moved closer to you, but before looking at the mushroom, he glanced at you. He’d seen other human girls but none had ever caught his attention. Not in the way you had. They were pretty, but not as pretty as you.

“Do you see how the spots change colour?” you asked, leaning closer to him.

Young’s heart unexpectedly raced. “Yeah."

“This means it’s not dangerous to the skin.”

When you moved away, Young exhaled softly, and he can finally think rationally again. “How do you know so much about—”

“Strangely coloured mushrooms?”

Young chuckled. “Well, just plants in general.”

It was recently that you started teaching Young all about poisonous plants during your secret rendezvous. Sometimes, you jokingly quizzed him to make sure he was listening. When he would respond with more details than normal, you started increasing the difficulty. Yet, he always got your questions right, which surprised but impressed you.

“Because there’s really nothing else to do around here,” you said. You jabbed a finger at his chest. “You’re lucky you’re a guy, you know that? You get to do all these cool things and get to go on fun adventures. All women are allowed to do are menial tasks. It’s boring and”—you made a slightly disgusted face—“not my style.”

“So, you study?”

“Yes. My brother is also a doctor. I also learn from him sometimes.”

“Well, since you taught me so much, I should return the favour.”

You gasped. “Are you finally going to let me touch your tail?”

“No.”

You pouted, and Young almost smiled. “I’ll teach you a thing or two about magic.”

As the years went by, Young’s interest and knowledge in magic grew, but researchers and scholars had warned everyone about black magic, magic that involved curses, death, and even the afterlife. It was a form of forbidden magic that was like a double-edged sword. He had told you about it and warned you about its dangers.

The last person he thought he would come across experimenting with black magic was his mother.

“Mother?”

An older woman spun around at the sound of her son’s voice. Unable to stand the stench of blood in the blood, Young had his hanfu sleeve covering half of his face.

“What are you doing here?” She walked up to him as if to prevent him from seeing whatever she was… brewing. He didn't answer her but tried to look past her, so his mother quickly said, “Why don’t you go see your father?”

But Young wasn’t having it. “What are you doing?” He crossed his arms. “Does Father know that you’re messing with black magic?”

“This isn’t your concern, Young.”

Young was baffled that his mother would say such a thing. Of course, it was his concern. She was his mother. Why would he want her messing with black magic? Why was she in the first place?

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

“That’s not helpful,” Young said, frowning. “What are you trying to do?”

“You’re still too young to understand.”

“That’s an excuse.”

His mother’s gaze hardened. “Leave, Young. Now."

Young didn’t want to, but he knew his mother wouldn’t take no for an answer. He turned around and walked toward the door, knowing well that his mother kept her eyes on him. No one messed with dark magic not even for good reasons. He knew that. His mother knew that. So, what was she hiding?

Dan Heng opens his eyes and sees the familiar white ceiling of his room. What in the world was that dream? He didn’t just dream about Young. He was Young. Dan Heng felt the same emotions Young had. How fast his heart raced when he was with you. How anxious and suspicious he felt when he was with his mother. He and Young look alike, but their similarities stop there, right?

Dan Heng was the doppelganger, but was it possible his mother was connected to Young’s mother somehow? Dan Heng’s parents had their problems, but they always came around somehow. However, when their fights escalated, they started living apart for a while. That was when Dan Heng's mother became infected with The Withering. But what about Young’s mother? Did she have marital problems? Was that why she was messing with black magic?

Was she the one who created The Withering?

He gets out of bed and heads to the washroom. After washing his face, he turns off the tap and looks in the mirror, not expecting to see someone else’s reflection. The man looked like him. A lot like him. But he had horns, and his ears resemble an elf’s.

It was Young.

Dan Heng closes his eyes and dries his face with a towel. When he looks back, his reflection is back. Is it possible he and Young aren’t doppelgangers, but they’re the same person in two different periods? No. That can't be. Young was executed. And the past is the past. Right?

As Dan Heng muses over his thoughts, he returns to his room and hears his phone buzz with a message. When he sees the name on the screen, he smiles.

Cupid: Hi. Do you want to hang out today?

He'll never forget the look on your face when he asked if he could call you his girlfriend. Stunned. Your mouth opened and closed as if trying to find the right words.

“So… You want to fake date to get out of fake dating?”

Dan Heng almost facepalmed, but he could understand your logic. He didn’t want to pretend to date Stelle, so he hoped he could say you were his girlfriend just to get his father off his back. It didn't mean you had to date. Everything was just for show.

Dan Heng could’ve said yes, but instead, he said, “No.” He took your hand and pulled you a little closer. “I want to be yours. For real.”

Your eyes had widened, but your face had turned red. “W-Wait a minute. But—”

“I know you said I have a soulmate, but she's not the one I want,” Dan Heng said. “You made yourself clear where you stand in terms of love and relationships that time we talked at the restaurant, but I don’t want to regret not saying anything.” He smiled reassuringly. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now.”

Is this a step in the right direction? Are you asking him on a date?

Back at your apartment, you’re sitting on your bed, staring at your phone for a response.

After the dream with Young, you couldn’t fall back asleep. But what surprised you was that you weren’t only thinking about Young. You also thought about Dan Heng. They were doppelgangers, but could it be possible they were the same person? You remembered how your heart raced when Dan Heng asked you to be his girlfriend despite the circumstances. Then, you remembered Young’s words from your dream.

“I should’ve told you much sooner… I should’ve asked you to be mine.”

Was fate giving you another chance? A chance… to be with Young in another time and place? The thought seemed too good to be true. You had walked to your table and picked up the locket. Opening the locket would set Young free. What did that mean?

You eventually fell back asleep, but this time… you dreamt about Dan Heng, and it left your heart warm and full the next morning. You wanted to see him which brought you to your current situation.

Dan Heng: Let’s go.

You smile as you drop your phone to get ready.

Dan Heng spent the night at his father’s place, but he still had some extra clothes in his old bedroom. He picks out a casual black turtleneck, a white jacket, grey pants, and a black belt. Of course, he doesn’t forget to accessorize with an onyx necklace and two bracelets on his left wrist. He’s fixing his shirt in the mirror when a knock comes at the door.

“Come in.”

Agnes opens the door and quietly gasps when she sees Dan Heng all dressed up. “Going somewhere, Master Dan Heng?” Dan Heng turns to her, and she says, “Oh, no titles. Right.” She looks him up and down. “Are you… going on a date, perhaps?”

“I’d like to think so.”

Agnes beams. “Is it the pretty girl from yesterday night? The one who was treating your burn?”

“Yes.”

She claps her hands together. “Where are you taking the young gal?”

There are a lot of places to pick from. It’s Xianzhou, the city that never sleeps. But he wants this to be the perfect date. It’s his one chance to impress you and change your mind about your stance on love, even though he didn’t think much about it before he met you.

“Ah, young love,” Agnes says dreamily. “Reminds me of how romantic my husband and I were back in the day!”

“Do you…” Dan Heng awkwardly looks away, “...have any advice?”

Agnes chuckles. “Oh, you’ll be fine, Mas”—she coughs—“Dan Heng! With someone as good-looking as you, you should’ve been taken years ago.” She's about to leave but quickly turns back. "Are you still going to have breakfast?”

Dan Heng nods and follows her out of his room.

Back at your place, Pom yawns and stretches as he makes his way toward the bathroom but stops when he notices you putting up outfits in front of your closet mirror. You look a little conflicted. You’re about to hold up another shirt when you notice Pom leaning against your doorframe. He’s smiling at you as if he knows what’s up.

“Whatcha doing?”

You avoid his eyes. “Cleaning."

"Cleaning?" Pom asks if he can't believe what he just heard. "I know you, Cupid. You're too lazy to clean."

"Well, excuse me, Pom."

Pom raises his hands in defence as he walks in. "Just saying the facts." You hold up another outfit to the mirror. "It must be important if you’re thinking this hard about what to wear.” He smiles slyly. “Does it happen to involve a dashing young man who may or may not be your”—he gasps—"soulmate?”

“Very funny."

“You’re going on a date.” Pom has a wide grin. “Cupid’s going on a date!”

“We’re just hanging out!”

“Without anyone else.”

You frown as you watch him pick up a few of your clothes and puts them over you as if you’re his model. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

Pom puts down the clothes and sees the locket around your neck. “Have you figured out how to open that thing yet?”

You glance down and sigh. “No, not yet… But, I had another dream yesterday.”

“About Young?”

You nod. “Dan Heng was right. Young and I… we were lovers.”

“You… don’t look too happy.”

You toss your clothes on the bed. “What I dreamt about… it was supposed to be a happy"—you blush as the feelings come rushing back—"or euphoric moment, but after I woke up, it was like… it was like I lost everything.”

“And you don’t know why.”

You look down. “Do you remember Dan Heng telling us that Lan told him Young was executed?”

Pom nods. “Wait. Don’t tell me you blame yourself, right?”

“Believe it or not… I don’t think my relationship with him had anything to do with that.”

“Was there something else?”

“I was a King’s daughter,” you begin, and Pom’s eyes widen. “Yeah, believe it or not.”

“So… does this mean I have to call you Princess Cupid from now on?”

You almost shiver. “Please don't.” Pom smiles. “Anyway, even though I was supposedly a princess, women weren’t particularly valued back then. I was supposed to get married, and—”

“To who?”

“...Jing Yuan.”

“What?”

“Just let me finish, Pom!” After telling Pom about most of your dream, you say, “Jing Yuan was using me as an accessory. We were getting married just for show. I’m just speculating, but the only reason I can think of was that he wanted to take over the North Kingdom.”

Pom puts a hand on his forehead. “This is too much for just one night."

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“Okay, assuming Jing Yuan was some evil douchebag who wanted to take over the world... if he found out about your relationship with Young, he could use it as an excuse to, well”—Pom pretends to slice his neck with his hand—“off him, right?” Pom stands and grabs a hanger and points it at you. “How dare you touch my wife!”

You take the hanger with a deadpan look and toss it in your pile of clothes. "He could, and he probably did. But Young was the heir to the Middle Kingdom.”

“Middle Kingdom? Do we have a South or a Bottom Kingdom now?”

“Take a guess.”

“Geez. I wasn’t expecting a history lesson.”

“There are only three Kingdoms you have to remember, Pom. North, Middle, and South.”

“South sounds better than Bottom if I’m being honest.”

“Focus.” Pom’s expression turns serious again. “Anyway, Jing Yuan was just a general, a commanding general sure, but he wasn’t a king or of loyalty. We were going to marry, but that didn’t mean he would automatically take my father’s spot as King. And… if he did execute Young, he would be starting a war.”

Pom nods in understanding. “I see.”

“Jing Yuan was the man I saw at the festival. Remember what I told you about what he said?”

“...That you started a war?”

You sigh. "It still doesn't make sense."

Pom stands and puts his hands on your shoulders. “We still have missing pieces. And, whatever we find, I’m on your side, Cupid.”

You scoff with a slight smile. “Didn't think you'd be the mushy type, Pom."

“I’d love to take a trip down memory lane about our beautiful friendship together, but I don’t want to ruin your probably one chance at finding love.”

You look at the time and almost gasp. It’s almost time for you to meet Dan Heng, and you still haven’t changed out of your PJs.

Pom tosses you a blouse and high-waisted shorts. “Just wear this!”

“This is see-through.”

Pom looks at you as if he doesn’t see your point. “Then, wear some cute lingerie.” You give him a deadpan look as you toss the blouse back at him. He catches it and puts it on the bed. “I assume you have none.” Your jaw almost drops but then Pom tosses you a casual shirt. “Chop, chop! Don’t keep the man waiting.”

You wait for Pom to leave your room and close the door before you get changed. When you come out, your hair is brushed and you’d put on some natural makeup. You’d tied a front shirt knot. Coupled with the high-waisted shorts you wore, the overall outfit emphasizes your nice figure.

Just before you head out the door with your small bag, Pom says, “Oh, wait.” You turn around, and you see Pom looking at the pendant around your neck. “Could I… take a look at that while you’re gone?”

You glance at the locket. “Young’s necklace?”

Pom nods. Truth be told, he also had a dream yesterday night. But it wasn’t of you or Young but the locket. Pom thinks about telling you, but he doesn’t want it to plague your thoughts when you’re supposed to be having fun.

You take it off your neck, but as you hand it to him, you ask, “Why?”

“Just wanna do some research.”

“Well, be careful. Don’t lose it.”

“Of course, I won’t!” Then, he waves you off. “Go have fun with Mr. Right.”

And off you went.

Dan Heng is looking at his phone, a hand in his pocket when he senses someone coming up behind him. You’re about to put your hands on his shoulders when he turns around and takes one of your hands, startling you. He lowers his hand that’s still holding yours just as he says, “A little early to be trying to sneak up on me."

"I'll get you next time."

A small, mischievous smile. “I’d like to see you try.” You almost scoff but you decide to let it slide. Then, his fingers intertwine with yours. “Let’s go.”

You and Dan Heng exit the station as you ask, “Where are we going?”

“What do you think about the aquarium?”

You smile. “Sounds good to me.” That’s when he notices the locket isn’t around your neck. He hasn’t seen you without it ever since you found out about it. You glance at your empty neck and say, “Young’s pendant is with Pom. He asked to look at it.”

As you and Dan Heng head in the direction of the aquarium, he asks, “What for?”

“He didn’t say, but he wanted to do some research. I’ll ask him when I get back.” Then, you notice the subtle change in Dan Heng's expression as if he's mulling over something. “Is something wrong?”

“I had a dream last night.”

“Was it about Young?”

“I think I was living his life.” Then, he turns to look at you. “I also saw you in my dream.” His boyish grin makes your heart race. “You were younger, and you taught him a lot. I could feel everything that he was feeling.” Your grip on Dan Heng’s hand unexpectedly tightens. “He liked you since both of you were teenagers.”

A pause.

“But I saw also saw something else…” You notice the change in tone where your heart isn’t racing because of the butterflies in your stomach but out of anxiety. “His mother was experimenting with black magic.”

“Black magic?”

Dan Heng nods. “Did you know his mother?”

“...Not that I recall.” When Dan Heng remains silent, you ask, “What are you thinking about?”

“That dream somehow reminded me of my mother,” he answers quietly.

Now that you think about it, you don’t know anything about Dan Heng’s mother.

“Were there similarities?” you ask.

“Young's mother was dabbling in black magic for unknown reasons. I think she was hiding something, which…” You give his hand a light squeeze as if to reassure him. He squeezes back. “...reminded me of how my mother kept her infection a secret.” Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Infected? Is it what you think it is? Dan Heng looks at you. “My mother was a victim of The Withering.”

Your face turns pale. “...I’m so sorry.” Does this mean you killed his mother if you’re the one who created the disease? The thought is even more frightening than the nightmare you experienced at the festival.

As if reading your mind, Dan Heng says, “There's a possibility that Young's mother created The Withering,” You quickly look back at him. “We still don’t know everything.”

That’s true, but…

“I’m still surprised if I’m being honest.” While it’s true you don’t know everything, there's still the suspicion that you have something to do with the disease. “How can you still treat me like—” You stop as you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“...Because you aren’t running away.” His answer catches you off guard. “Tell me. Are you afraid?” There’s genuine curiosity in his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare into the blue eyes. “Are you afraid of what you’ll find if you keep digging?”

“Yes.” The answer leaves your lips so quickly and naturally that you aren’t aware you said it. “This wasn’t what I was expecting to find… I didn’t know what to expect, but definitely not something like this.”

“Are you going to give up?”

“No.” Again, you answer so naturally that it almost surprised you. “I came this far. Everything that I’ve done… it would be for nothing if I stop.” You sigh softly. “I can’t back out now. I have to keep going.”

“You choose to face things head-on rather than running away,” Dan Heng says as if already knowing the answer you'll give him. “It’s something I like about you.” Your eyes widen at the direct statement. “...It’s something I couldn’t do for a long time."

You and Dan Heng stop at a red light.

“...Something you couldn’t do?”

“My mother kept her infection a secret from my father and me. When I found out about it… I had a very difficult time coping.” You squeeze his hand tighter. “By then, I’d already transferred to a public school because of my family’s financial matters.”

Dan Heng had never felt so alone.

People would stare at him as if he wasn’t human. His family background had somehow leaked, making it newsworthy to the school. Some people labelled him as the rich kid who'd gone poor. Others pitied him but as Dan Heng wasn't a social person by nature, they found him offputting and thought he had an attitude problem. Then, there were those who didn't have anything against him, but his efforts at making new friends were received apathetically.

Dan Heng had never thought he’d miss his old friends so much. He had pretended everything was fine when it wasn’t. It wasn’t until his mother’s disease worsened that he made some poor decisions that would haunt him for years to come.

Dan Heng closed his locker. His eyes were lifeless and there were dark circles underneath his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well if not at all. His health had started to affect his academic performance which was spiralling him further into depression.

“Hi there.”

Dan Heng turned and saw a couple of his female classmates walk up to him. He recognized them as the more popular girls.

“There's a party happening this weekend," one of the girls said. "We want you to be there, Dan Heng."

“Why are you asking me?”

One of the girls gave him a flirtatious grin. “You’re cute, Dan Heng. Believe it or not, you’re quite popular.”

Wow, really? So, why did people avoid him?

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

“...About?”

“The guys talk shit about you because they’re just jealous. Some of the girls are too shy to talk to you.”

In reality, it was these girls who were messing with the others to leave Dan Heng alone. Of course, he didn't know that or the fact that they wanted to sleep with him.

“Please come tonight, Dan Heng. It would mean a lot to us.” She handed him a special invite to a club in the heart of Xianzhou. Then, she leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

You have a bad feeling about where this story is going.

By now, you and Dan Heng are walking side-by-side inside the aquarium, still holding hands.

“I wanted an escape,” Dan Heng says quietly as the two of you walk into a hallway surrounded by sharks. “So, I went to the party.”

The lively atmosphere was unlike anything Dan Heng had experienced. There were people everywhere. Dancing. Drinking. Talking. Kissing. It was a foreign place where the music was so loud that you had no time to think. Just feel.

Someone grabbed Dan Heng’s arm, and he quickly turned and saw the girl who invited him to the party smile at him. She was wearing a short dress meant to show off her slim but toned body. Her hair was done up, and her makeup stood out. It was obvious she was here to party. She pulled Dan Heng close.

“You came!”

He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but she didn’t seem drunk. Not yet, at least. Then, she quickly dragged him toward a room at the back, away from the noise, heat, and screams.

“Guess who I found?”

Dan Heng recognized a couple of his classmates, but there were others he didn’t know. After the girl introduced him, he found out they were from other schools. The girl led Dan Heng to a couch. When he sat down, she sat next to him and poured him a drink.

“You look like you’ve been having a hard time lately, Dan Heng.” She gave him the glass. “Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?”

Dan Heng looked at the unfamiliar faces in the room. “...I’d rather not.” He took the glass.

“Oh, well, that’s okay… have a drink first! We can always talk later.”

That was his second mistake. His first mistake was coming to this party.

“I kept drinking,” Dan Heng says as you continue listening carefully. “It felt nice to just forget about everything.” There's hesitation in his voice when he regretfully admits, “But then, they coerced me into doing drugs.”

“I told you it'd feel good, right?" the girl asked.

The world around him was starting to spin. Dan Heng couldn’t see straight, but this euphoric sensation was therapeutic. He was happy, and he didn't want to let this feeling go.

The girl had a small, mischievous grin. "Want another one?"

Was this what it took to… become functional again? To feel like his world wasn’t crashing before his eyes? Dan Heng looked at the smoke between his fingers. Maybe just one more… Maybe just—

His eyes widened when he felt a sudden weight on his legs. When he turned, he saw his classmate straddling him. This made him snap out of it, but his sudden rationality was fighting with his high, which made him lost and confused.

“What... What are you doing?” Dan Heng finally asked with wide eyes. God. His head was suddenly hurting like crazy.

She leaned toward him, purposely rubbing against him, allowing him to feel all of her intimate places. He felt her smirk against his neck. “You’re asking the wrong question, Dan Heng. Y ou should be asking yourself… what aren’t you doing?” She grabbed one of his hands and held it tightly as she brought it to her breasts. “Touch me, Dan Heng…”

Dan Heng slightly opened his mouth to protest, but her lips were on his before he could say anything. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, which almost made him gag. She slowly moved her hips as she opened his hand and forced him to touch her more.

By now, everyone else had left the room.

Dan Heng was shaking as he fought the natural response of his body. He didn't want this. At all. " Stop," he said breathlessly.

"You don't want me to stop." She put a hand on his thigh and teasingly made her way to his hardening sex. "See?"

"Stop it," Dan Heng almost growled.

He was done playing nice. It took all of the energy left in him to force his hand out of her grip and rudely push her onto the couch. His heart was hammering in his chest, and as he stood, he stumbled as he started seeing double. He needed a moment to refocus, but the girl had grabbed his hand.

“Where are you going?”

His response was slightly delayed, but he managed to glare at her and pull his hand back. Without answering her, he quickly headed toward the door... only to find it locked.

He heard a soft giggle. "Oh, Dan Heng, did you really think we would be that stupid?"

Dan Heng was afraid to look back at the sultry way she asked the question. T here was a sickening feeling in his chest that she was laying in some provocative position. He quickly reached for his phone inside his pocket, but the colour drained from his face when he felt nothing.

"Looking for this?"

Dan Heng finally turned back, and he was right. She was laying on her side, exposing her laced lingerie. Her dress was barely on. But that wasn't what caught Dan Heng's attention. It was his phone in her hand. Dan Heng clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles almost turned white. He wished he could hit her, but he wanted to hit himself more than anything. How could he be so stupid? This wasn't him.

"Give it back," Dan Heng said angrily.

She got up and undid the zipper of her dress and allowed it to fall to her feet. "Stop playing the good boy, Dan Heng." She removed her lingerie. "You can't fight your natural urges."

Fine. If this was how she wanted to play. Dan Heng would fight fire with fire.

Dan Heng walked towards her, his eyes never drifting away from her face. He could see her gaze darkening with desire. She slowly stepped back while he approached, and eventually, she sat back on the couch with Dan Heng leaning over her. Yet, his hands never touched her. Instead, one of his hands was on the couch beside her head, and the other was beside her waist. He fought back a cringe when he felt her hands around his neck.

"Fuck me, Dan Heng," she whispered. "You know you want to."

It was now or never.

His hand found hers, forcing her to drop his phone onto the couch. He kept his eyes on her face as his lips came dangerously close to hers, almost as if he was teasing her. His other hand, holding her underwear, found hers and raised them up over her head.

"Then, you'll have to do as I say."

His voice was low, husky, meant to drive her senses wild. And that was exactly what he got, but she was so caught up in her emotions that by the time she wanted to grab him, she couldn't.

"What the—"

Dan Heng grabbed his phone and swiftly moved away from her with a cold look. The girl's hands were bound with her underwear that Dan Heng had tied together to a small hook above the couch.

"Untie me, you bastard!"

Dan Heng turned away with an indifferent look. “I don’t want to have sex with you, so stop forcing yourself onto me.”

“Are you gay?” she spat.

Dan Heng walked to the door. "There's something called dignity. Try learning about it." With one concentrated kick to the place just above the lock, the door opened. "Careful you don't catch a cold."

Before he left, he heard her shout, “You son of a bitch!”

You are at a loss for words. You never would've thought someone like Dan Heng would have a past like that.

"My father found out about the drugs, and... it just made things worse."

“Do you want to disappoint me further?” his father asked, the anger seeping into his hard tone.

Dan Heng stood in front of him, still unable to believe that a photo of him and his classmates doing drugs had spread around the school. While the drug itself was legal, Dan Heng and his classmates were underaged. Unlike other places, Xianzhou was strict and didn’t tolerate minors doing drugs. Despite Dan Heng’s willingness to take any punishment, his father refused to let this taint his image and Dan Heng’s future. So, he’d spent a hefty fine to erase this from his son's record.

“Get out of my sight.”

His father wasn’t even looking at him when he said it.

“For a long time, I kept thinking I should’ve handled myself better," Dan Heng says. "I should’ve done something rather than just wallow in my emotions. I should’ve been looking after my mother.”

You’re facing him as you say, “You can’t blame yourself. We feel. It’s what makes us human.” You put a hand on his cheek. “Everyone has a past. No one is perfect.”

Dan Heng takes your hand. “You’re right. It took years for me to accept my mistakes, but before then, I always wished I could forget about what happened.” He slightly smiles. “Then, there’s you, who’s doing a job you hate because you want to find out about your past. You're not shying away from what you find.” Dan Heng puts a hand behind your head and says your name. “You intrigue me.”

When you look up, your eyes meet his and then land on his lips. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you and Dan Heng slowly lean closer… and closer…. You close your eyes, and as you feel his soft lips against yours, you also hear a very much unwanted voice.

“How romantic.”

You and Dan Heng quickly pull back and turn in the direction of the male voice. Just then, a large, great white shark swims by behind you and Dan Heng.

“You shouldn't keep a pretty woman all to yourself, Dan Heng. I want in on the fun, too."

He recognizes the voice, and so do you. Dan Heng steps in front of you once the main comes into full view. You knew you’d meet him one way or another but just not here.

“Should I introduce myself?” His golden eyes meet yours.

You don’t need any introductions. You know him. You know him very well.

“Jing Yuan,” you say without realizing it.

Jing Yuan has a hand inside his pocket as he looks at you. “Well, looks like I’m more popular than I thought.”

Chapter 13

End notes:

I wasn't expecting this chapter to be so long lol

I'm curious if you guys have any thoughts on Dan Heng's flashback. The initial draft was actually quite tame, but my mind went... WHAT IF. And yeah, that happened. I'm sorry, Dan Heng T_T

Also, a reader drew a sketch of her interpretation of Cupid!

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Sasha/Raquelle Headcanon

I was just thinking about Sasha (which is rare because I usually focus on Glorbie) and I keep thinking about what would happen if Raquelle existed within Barbieland; like I can see her having this secret connection to Life in the Dreamhouse where her and her friend group still quote and meme it, but Sasha has this quiet relation to Raquelle and that part of her teen attitude comes from seeing herself in her. I headcanon Raquelle as Camila Mendes and Brazilian-American (a little different from LITD canon I know).

She's not of course telling anyone this, and of course when Barbie breaches into the Real World, she dismisses that Raquelle is part of Barbie's world because she's kind of thrown off by everything.

But while her mom and Stereotypical Barbie are trying to fix the other Barbies and stop the Kens, she ends up bumping into Raquelle (who is immune to everything as a not-Barbie) and...she's stopped.

Raquelle in her actual living form (for Barbieland of course) is gorgeous. Her voice is hot and somehow, Raquelle immediately recognizes her. "Ah, hey Sash," she says, and it shifts her entire world and they stop for an hour or two and end up talking about their lives. It's something that throws her off, but she likes it.

But she can only picture herself friendly to Raquelle and does so; she's not her same age, and though she knows the shine between her mom and Barbie, Sasha herself doesn't really think it connects the same way because she's still a teenager. After their one meeting, Sasha returns to the Real World with Gloria, and then later Barbie, and of course they have that inter-dimensional connection which results in them being soulmates who are such U-Haulers it's ridiculous, her dad moves out on good terms, and life happens with Barbie her stepmother and her mother beyond happy.

In her own life, the teenage years happen; she has her first kiss, her first boyfriend (for a day when she realizes she doesn't bend towards men), her first girlfriend and everything that comes with being a high schooler in the 2020s. Her and Jade eventually fall in love, but they realize after prom, when Jade gets accepted to UChicago and she ends up getting a soccer scholarship to her mom's beloved alma mater of USC, that they cannot keep a long-distance relationship and they platonically go their separate ways. Cloe goes with her to USC, but they've never felt anything but friendship for each other, though she with the other three gals are all supportive of each other and have the deepest of bonds.

She gets settled into campus, gets comfortable with her teammates and figures out how to balance both sports and academics along with everything else. She's about two months in when Cloe texts her and asks her to pick up a coffee order at a cart she loves before they meet in the library. Sasha's an energy drink girlie so she's not usually near a coffee cart, but she knows her friend can't survive without a certain type of caffeine.

Sasha steps into line, orders the drink (a big and syrupy sugary iced coffee; even for her Red Bull-chugging self she can not understand the big deal about so much syrup, sugar and caffeine) and talks with the barista about it. "I promise I wouldn't order this for myself," she explains, "I affectionately refer to my friend as Ghostie, that's how much she IS a white girl."

"Yeah, my girl Barbie, she orders all the caf and all the sugar." Sasha pauses as she processes the sound of her mom's name, and then...

"Ken's is worse though, all the milk and sugar, it makes him hyper–" The freshman turns around as the barista makes up her drink. "Hold on, how do you..." Her voice lowers as she looks up, seeing those familiar deep browns and that small nose...and ugggh, she still found herself waking up in a cold sweat when those eyebrows were raised at her in a fantasy.

"¡No me digas!" The second generation Honduramerican throws herself back in shock. "Raquelle?! What the fuck?" The Brazilian former doll indeed throws up an eyebrow, while pushing $15 onto the barrista's counter. "Didn't expect to see me again, filhinho?"

Sasha is flustered. Shit, she's so...ugggh. "What...how are you, I...thank you, the hell, Raq?" she takes the drink placed in her hand with a rushed out thank you as the girl knows she's gone, then Raquelle grasps her boldly by the shoulder to pull her away. She doesn't question it, and they sit down on a bench just a bit away as the beautiful woman settles Sasha down. "Hey, oh, you've grown into yourself," she compliments. "I hope you didn't mind that we met so soon." "So...soon?" Sasha looks away. "Huh, I, uh, um..." Her gaze sticks onto Raquelle. "I..." she points. "No, I...what?"

"That writing prompt in that class, I heard it and I had to talk to Ruth, get here. I'm a senior TA with Dr. de Seixas over in the linguistics department, so my–" "Fuck, it was that poem." Sasha locked into the assignment from two days ago. "I was caring for Moira and then I put that into that work and after I sat down...that was how Mom felt." "It was, you got a doll from the Mattel site for her. I know I'm a bit of an asshole, but that you help sit your roommate's kid and I'm sure she's very grateful for that." "No big deal," Sasha brushes off. "I said I didn't mind kids when dorms were handed out and Tegan created a cute gal; pity about her dad, though."

"Asshole, definitely." Warm brown eyes regarded the other young woman softly as she commented on how Moira's father and family wanted nothing to do with her. "Never wouldn't thought that Barbie would settle down and have a wife."

"And kids?"

"The biggest surprise." Raquelle giggles knowing that she'd have to check in with her longtime frenemy, now six months pregnant through IVF with a girl, one of Gloria's eggs saved from her college days soon to be Sasha's biological sister. "We were always at it in Barbieland but you can't deny her motherly instincts and your mama only helped." She brushed her fingers against Sasha's hand. "An ol' and sassy chip off the ol' block."

"Oh." Sasha shudders, her usual nature to be cool and collected slipping away as she internally felt warm having Raquelle's voice so close to her...along with her lips. "You...you have a...role here? Now? Like Barbie?"

"All human here, mija. Promise. Though like B's age adjusting a few years younger to your mami's when she went through the kitchen I'm a bit more less Miranda Priestley to you, more closer to Olivia Rodrigo. But I'd say I'm much more attainable, my dear little S. Te adora."

Sasha gasps deeply, the feelings so strong for her own ex-doll, she couldn't believe it. "She's gonna freak the fuck out, you know," she asserts. "And dear God, when Barbie–"

"We settled our shit from the Dreamhouse days, I've tempered in old doll age, I promise ya...amorzinha." Raquelle notices Sasha about to spill her friend's coffee. "Let's get this to Cloe, and maybe you can catch me up on a few things...like how you tuck me into bed after Moira finishes her play the same as your mama did with Barbie when you were younger? I always sleep better thinking of you."

This time, Sasha felt the electric connection and her nerve finally return, and she sucked in her lip, rubbing Raquelle's thumb. "So if you know that, you definitely know that–"

"Your 'personal massager' your ex gave you for your last birthday has my name etched onto it and about your explicit self-insert fics about yours truly on your GDrive?" Sasha's personal space is but inches, with the deep russet lip which contrasts well with Roquelle's dark and broad eyebrows, her winged lashes just utterly undoing the usually bitter and sarcastic girl, who had her mom's temperament and looks, but definitely had her father's wariness and sense of humor. "The one where we ended up in the club bathroom was especially...arousing."

With her pulse pounding, Sasha threw caution to the wind. "Definitely need to sooo live that out with you, Raqui." She takes the other woman's hand and pulls her in, and Cloe's latte clatters gracelessly to the ground.

"Sash, shit–"

"Clo can live without her energy boost, I've waited five years to truly know you, mi princesa vanidosa." All rationale thought is lost between the young women as Sasha closes both the dimensional and physical space between them for the first time...

#barbie movie #barbie 2023 #sasha barbie #raquelle #raquelle barbie #sasha x raquelle #headcaonon #mini-fic #glorbie #barbie x gloria #(background)#ariana greenblatt #camila mendes #like you KNOW they would totally get along (and more) and sasha needs some loving herself down the line #just another chapter in the aventuras epicas de las esperada chicas la agalmatophiamosas!#life in the dreamhouse #(adjacent)

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