#A lot of it she'd listen to anyway?? <3

[sakurarisen]

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Headcanon Time!

♫:  three of my muse’s favorite songs

Given Sera would honestly say anything traditional, soft, lyrical - Essentially she'd sit and listen to soft rock or local music, really, along with, ironically, the Stamp song from Remake, she'll never explain why - I'm gonna cheat and pick off my playlist for her. XD The top three would be Speechless - Naomi Scott, This Is Me - Kesha (which admittedly in more modern verses does make her cry when she's able to listen to it and is one of her primary theme songs), and Return of the Snow Queen - Phrynna <3 Though honestly anything Lindsey Stirling releases is also way there, both on her playlist (Foreverglow especially!) and as something Sera herself would listen to!

☃:  does my muse like the holidays?

Sera loves them, especially christmas! There's something comforting about them, especially now that she's older, and she loves christmas especially for being a season where people are generous. For a few weeks out of the year, people reach deep into their heart and become kinder, gentler, more open - Things she wants to see all year round, and she hopes to eventually see the magic of christmas eventually stretch out past those few weeks.

She's also especially fond of holiday decorations - she never really got to see those as a child, and now that she has her own home and family, she's prone to going all out and decorating everything she can, especially if it's sparkly and shiny! <3 Sparkly easter eggs, glitter and fake snow, lights and sparkles... She loves all of it, and never fails to get lost in the magic of the holidays! <3

♏:  something my muse obsesses over

TW: Abuse mentions ahead.

Tending to Zack's sword and doing chores. Although it's way too big and heavy for her, very nearly matching her height, Sera will stay up all night to clean it and make sure it's ready for use the following day, even if it doesn't appear to need tending to. Likewise, she's forgo sleep to get her household tasks done, or to run errands and take care of deliveries - If she has anything left to do at the end of the day, she simply can't sleep. It weighs on her and leaves her restless, and more than once Zack's woken in the middle of the night to her in the kitchen washing dishes rather than actually sleeping beside him.

In truth, it's not so much of an obsession, though it certainly presents itself as one, and is more in line with her traumas; Sera will call it a need to be a 'good kitty' to those close enough to her she feels safe being completely honest with, and it ties in both with her nickname of 'Kitten' from Zack and her past abuse. Being 'kitten' is something of a personal shield for her (for reasons I won't get into here because that's a meta/HC in and of itself) and serves as her last line of defense, and she desperately wants to be 'good' - She wants to be dependable. She wants to be reliable. Upbeat. Not a bother. Helpful. Someone people look at and smile, not roll their eyes and get tired of whenever she's in the same room as them.

If she gets everything done she needs to, nobody has a reason to complain about it. If his sword is clean and tended to, it's one less weight on his shoulders, and one less task he has to worry about. If she can keep the kitchen clean then nobody can worry about it, or call her out on it not being sparkling. Work done on time, or even better early, means nobody else is put out because of her. She's not a disappointment, and nobody will be angry or upset or disappointed in her. She's kitten, and she's been good and helpful!

....Right?

#Questioning A Flower [Asks] #Annjiru #Colors Of Sakura [Headcanons] #TW: Abuse #TW: Abuse mention #Sankyuu for the ask! <3 #If anyone needs a different tag for the last one please let me know- #There's an entire HC slash meta surrounding Sera's 'good kitty' outlook #And a lot of it heavily ties into her trauma and how it acts as a shield - You can't touch Sera but you can certainly kick 'kitty' #It's her last line of defense when her PTSD and anxiety flare up and is very much akin to a child asking 'have I been good?' for doing #A good deed or chores etc #A lot of the time tho? It's just a nickname and her trying to be cute and silly with it since she calls Zack 'Puppy' #So it presents as an obsession to those who aren't aware of WHY she does things? #Which fits here because I really couldn't think of anything else- @w@ #Also y'all have no idea how big my playlist for Sera is so that worked out here too XD #A lot of it she'd listen to anyway?? <3

[ievaxol]

This one is kinda cheating but:

Seike #3 👀👀👀

På andra sidan jorden är vi samma kött och blod Det är nåt som aldrig kommer ändras När vi tittar upp så ser vi ändå samma sol

Liten & Lost - Myra Granberg

Alisaie's hand hovers in the air like a question. The door to Seike's quarters looms large and uninviting in front of her and she's already started the march back to her own room twice before angrily circling back, glaring at the door as though it would simply give way.

It's just -- it's been a long time.

There is a sucking pit in her stomach and every time she blinks she is half asleep again, transported back to the nightmare that woke her and she really needs some company but it's been a year and it's the middle of the night on top of that, she really should just go back to her room and wait it out, Seike is probably asleep --

The door swings open, because while her head was busy running wild her body knows the familiar motions and let Alisaie's hand fall twice on the wood.

Seike is the very picture of exhaustion, hair tossed back in a messy bun and slouching in a way she'd never be caught dead doing otherwise -- but her red-rimmed eyes light up upon seeing Alisaie.

Alisaie attempts stoicism but it melts away the moment Seike places an arm around her shoulder and leads her inside; she lists against her with a shuddering breath, so grateful for the company she can barely process it.

"Alisaie!"

Of course Alphinaud is already here. A smile tugs at the corners of Alisaie's mouth at seeing him sitting on Seike's bed, duvet covers piled around him and a cup of tea in hand.

"Little brother." She acknowledges him with an exaggerated, haughty sniff and is rewarded with a shaky grin.

"No fighting now," Seike murmurs, squeezing Alisaie closer for a moment before she lets go and heads toward the tea kettle. "It's way past your bedtime."

Alisaie crawls onto the bed with Alphinaud, scuffing him aside and unashamedly stealing a little more than half the covers. He shoves her shoulder in retaliation, but she can tell it's mostly the ritual of it.

"Trouble sleeping?" He asks quietly and she shrugs noncommittally. "Me too."

They fall into silence until Seike returns and presses a cup of steaming herbal tea into Alisaie's hands, following up with a playful flick at the tip of her nose.

"We say thanks for the tea in this room."

"Thanks," Alisaie says dutifully and then sticks her tongue out just to see Seike smile, quietly glad that some of the fatigue seems to lift as she does.

Alphinaud hums next to her and Seike rakes his fringe back with her fingers, affection bleeding out of her and crowding out every single bad thought, every last dreg of nightmare -- for both of them, Alisaie imagines.

Sometimes Alisaie thinks about the fact that Seike had an entire village of siblings before them, and her heart aches with it; sometimes it feels as though Seike didn't know what to do with all the love that remained when they were gone, and Alisaie is selfishly glad that she and Alphinaud can share in it.

While she hasn't worked up the courage to tell Seike straight out that she regards her as an older sister and that she knows for a fact Alphinaud does as well, she is comfortable enough to demand that she sits down in front of them so they can play with her hair.

"I missed you both," Seike says so quiet it's near lost to the night, and Alisaie feels a lump form in her throat.

"Likewise," they echo.

Morning finds the three of them sound asleep, draped over each other like fox kits.

#LISTENNNNNNNNNNNN listen seike alphinaud alisaie sibling relationship is so core to what her character is to me that i. augh. ough #seike crescent deciding she'd never let anyone crawl into that howling grieving place in her heart again and the twins doing it anyway #this is set in shb the first night they all spend in the crystarium #shb seike is so much more openly affectionate and tactile with the twins it made me a little emotional to write #behind closed doors she can put the mantle down and mess around with the family she's grown to love #her relationships with lots of other characters are big and fraught between seike and wol!seike #but once the twins and her go through hw she'd do anything for them #not complicated not hard to parse just. theyre her little brother and sister. end of story. its 3 am #im very. ;-;. themst. #seike #mine writing

[lanshappycorner]

im gonna meet my new roommate this weekend........i hope that they r normal

(ramble in the tags)

#for context last yr (or this yr . but last school yr) i had the most insane roommate #she was like an insane clean freak and she was also really loud and kept moving my stuff and I SUSPECT she even stole smth but idk #she also lied to me a lot and attempted to gaslight me to turn me on our other housemates . she made me cry multiple times </3 #i lived in an apt of 5 ppl and everyone all hated her but i shared a room with her. and the thing is that they all liked Me but not Her #so whenever there were arguments id end up having to be the middle ground like even when i went home for summer vacation #i was called over on the phone to solve household disputes bc yknow she only listened to me and i was the only person capable of not- #-like blowing up on her bc she'd say some pretty unreasonable things sometimes and my other housemates r all pretty hotheaded #(my roomie included) but i . i do not get angry like ever so im able to calmly deal with things #when i tell you i do not get angry ever im so srs i know i say shit on here but my housemates have never seen me angry even once in 2 yrs #but anyways sometimes my housemates take me out for drinks and theyre like are u sure ur okay lan how do u live with her 💀💀 #anyways yeah last yr was a shitshow i hope my roommate this yr is normal like just the bare minimum is fine #ive only ever had insane roommates like my first roommate was a party animal and shed come home drunk at like 4 am #there was even a pregnancy scare once but anyways at least i got along with her rly well #i miss her actually :((( #my second roommate tho. she scares me

[astrxealis]

wondering if any moots are into chrono trigger / chrono cross ...

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #:( doubt it unfortunately but if u are. i love u. #and regardless of if u do know chrono trigger / cross. pls listen to the soundtrack. please. #the MUSIC is so good ... my tita has the radical dreamers edition i think so me and lune my twin can borrow it soon hopefully #she got into it too bcs of the music. im not sure if she was able to go to an orchestra of sorts uhh mind empty but she did go to #the piano one for ff i think. and distant worlds. so i envy her RAGHH she did say she'd be willing to bring us next time ... i hope #anyway. good gods WIND SCENE #CORRIDORS OF TIME !!! #scars of time T___T #and the girl who stole the stars ... that means a lot to me from title alone. if u can tell #but my favorite is probably wind scene :P #corridors of time was the first i listened to though! #i actually barely know anything about the story but i really want to get more into them and actually. Play Them #if the music alone has absolutely sold me that i would get the games solely to hear them. bless my tita for similar thinking too. #then i really wonder how the story is ... i don't want to search up anything at all >< so yeah <3

[yeeterthek33per]

Puddin' and Pie (Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested, hope y'all enjoy 😊

Training was running as usual. Well, at least from your perspective anyway. The team had completed their drills and were in their final stage scrimmages.

It was you, your sister Mackenzie, Steph, Sam, Charlie, Katrina, and Viney vs. Caitlin, Alanna, Lydia, Clare Hunt, Kyra, Alex, and Emily.

Your team is winning 4-1 in a 5 goal target. it was a best of 3 matches, with your team leading by 1 game.

Sam had already headed in two of your mini crosses, with Viney and you scoring one goal each.

Unfortunately, that meant the other team was out for blood, particularly the ever competitive Caitlin Foord and Alanna Kennedy.

You loved playing against them. They were both incredibly physical and honestly went a little rougher on you, being a part of their friend group.

It made it that much better when you scored on them.

Resetting for a throw-in, Katrina tosses you the ball and Caitlin suddenly steals it out from under you, nearly clipping you along the way.

You chase her down quickly, hand gripping her shirt just enough to pivot around her and take a swipe at the ball. You aren't quick enough, and Caitlin switches over to her other boot but ends up tangled with you, and you both hit the ground.

You raise a brow at the striker, a cheeky smirk making its way onto your lips when she shoves you off and pushes herself up again.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this, geez, people are gonna think you like me or something."

It's a joking jab at the striker, and she rolls her eyes and pulls you up. "Idiot." You brush against her as you walk past to reset the play, and it leaves goosebumps on her arm.

What you don't see is the look Mackenzie shares with Alanna. The I-told-you-so is very prominent in the opposing centre-back's eyes.

With that, Caitlin chips the ball to Alex and she takes off with it only to meet your sisters gloves again, and she backs up with a groan.

Mackenzie sends the ball back in to you and when Caitlin tries to fake you out and take the ball, you slip the ball between her legs and take off with it instead, sending a beautiful cross right to Sam's leaping header, beating out Lydia and a goal-line effort from Clare.

As you and Sam chest bump with a small cheer, the other team groans, and Lans hits the ground with a dramatic sigh of defeat.

A clap from Tony off to the side calls for the end of the scrimmages.

"Well done, you lot, excellent footwork from both teams. Defending is excellent as usual and Y/n, beautiful crosses to connect with Sam. Caitlin, good runs, Macca, excellent work." He signals you all free to go back to the change rooms, and the lot of you make your way back off the pitch.

Mackenzie slips up beside you, arm around your shoulders as you walk and you give her shove with a disgusted look on your face.

"Ew, don't touch me with those sweaty hands, missy."

She simply laughs at you, and you give her one more shove before jogging over to get a drink and head inside.

The lockerroom is chattery with the crowd of exhausted but lively women, and you find yourself smacking a few butts to encourage people to move so you can get to your locker.

Yours is between Steph and Caitlin's lockers, and as you approach, you find both sitting there, on their phones, though Caitlin looks up at your presence.

You give her a small smile, and she gives you a cheeky wink.

You grab your stuff and head for the showers.

After showers, you head back to your locker, grab your stuff and head back to the bus following behind Alanna, and tuck yourself in beside the defender, your sister already having taken your usual spot next to Caitlin.

She pokes her tongue out at you when you spot them and roll your eyes at her antics. Caitlin just chuckles and eyes you up subtly as you take a seat. Mackenzie nudges her a little.

She turns back to the keeper, having not realised she'd zoned out watching you, not unbeknownst to the person beside her.

"You listening, Foordy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listenin'."

"Sure Foordy, anyways, we're looking at.."

Caitlin let's Mackenzie continue talking about this one tiktok she saw when someone walked past them and had seen some really weird-ass thing.

To her credit, she does try to sit and listen to her best friend, but ends up failing while she watches you animatedly chat with Lans.

Her eyes fall to the hair curling lightly at the back of your neck from the small amounts of humidity, just the tips of the long undercut you had.

They move over your face, your eyes shining every two seconds in the light when you turn in her direction to point something out as the bus drives past it.

The way your eyes crinkle with laughter at something Alanna says, the way your lips are curled up into a wide smile when you joke about not touching men with a 10-foot pole in the previous 6 years.

"Oi, Cait!"

There's a snapping in front of her face, and Caitlin jumps slightly.

"What is goin' on with you today? You're not listening again, jeez, and I thought my hearing was shit."

Caitlin's face goes red at that, and she pokes at the brunette.

"Sorry, I know, I'm sorry, just zoned out more than usual today, that's all."

"You and your bloody zone. You can't get out of it."

Caitlin laughs at that, "Yeah, whatever, I know, I'm sorry, jeez, continue."

The bus ride back is pretty smooth after that.

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The moment you're tucked into bed for an early night in your hotel room, there's a soft knock at the door, and you groan out.

You get up and check the peephole, and when you realise it's Caitlin, you let her in.

"Hi."

You grin.

"Hi."

She grins back

Her hands quickly pull you to her, pressing against you, a small giggle escaping your lips.

Your hands hold the back of her neck and shoulder as she kisses you. Her lips move slowly against yours, taking your bottom lip and tugging gently at it.

You let out a soft sigh as she squeezes your hips, and you push her gently to sit on the bed, straddling her.

You pull away for air and lean your forehead against hers with a small hum.

"You know you're gonna get us caught one day? You keep showing up at my door like that. My own sister doesn't visit this much." You say with a raised brow jokingly.

Caitlin just chuckles and moves you both, so she's lying down on the bed with you on top. You quickly find her mouth again, her tongue lazily dragging across your bottom lip.

You shiver as her hands slip up under your shirt.

But then there's another knock at the door and you jump up from her lap. You yell out.

"Who is it?"

"Who the fuck you think? Open up bitch."

You roll your eyes and gesture for Caitlin to do something other than stare at your ass while you open the door. She gives you a you-were-saying look and pulls out her phone.

You pull open the door for your sister and Alanna to walk in.

"You kiss mum with that potty mouth?"

"You kiss Nan with yours? Bitch, yours is so much worse than mine."

You poke your tongue out at her and smack at her.

"Bite me."

"Nah, I'll let Caitlin do that."

Your face goes red as both her head and yours whip up to face your sister, caught off guard.

"What are you on about?"

Alanna smacks Mackenzie, rolling her eyes.

"You were supposed to be subtle about it Macca, fucking useless."

She turns to you both, a gentler look crossing her face.

"Look, we know you two like each other, so I think it's best for everyone involved if you just went out already."

Caitlin is the first one to speak up.

"First of all, Lans, I'm 28, not 13, we don't just 'go out', second of all, what makes you think that's even remotely true?"

"Well, aside from the fact that you waited 'til your second point to ask me that, and also because you guys are constantly giving each other eyes, it's kind of gross and sad."

You roll your eyes at her and point at Mackenzie.

"I assume you think so, too? What's your take? Since you know, we're all barging into my room to question my love life and all."

"Look. I'm just saying, all evidence points to unrequited 'fuck me' eyes and both of you are being weird so just like, fucking ask her out already, plus Y/n, I know you were basically in love with her back in 2016."

You and Caitlin are silent for a minute. Should you tell them? Of course, you could always fuck with them first.

Caitlin seems to get the same twinkle in her eye.

They both have smug looks on their faces. It's almost too easy, really.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong you both? Honestly, you need to fucking stay out of my love life, I don't like her like that, and never fucking will."

You pretend to get a hurt look in your eyes as Caitlin storms out. You use all of your pent-up childhood abilities and force tears as she leaves.

"You fucking idiots! Why would you do that?"

Mackenzie has the decency to look guilty, a look of surprise crossing her face. Had she been wrong? Caitlin had practically been fucking you with her eyes on the bus, and during training, and during like every day previously, though.

Alanna had a confused look on her face. She could have sworn it was the two of you she'd spotted out together at that bakery, sharing a small pie. Maybe it wasn't?

"Dude, look, I'm sorry, I thought-"

You interrupt her, pretend anger shining through.

"Look, Mac, I'm so fucking pissed with you, both of you, legit, just fucking get out, stay out of my love life and don't fucking talk to me."

You kick them both out, slamming the door.

They both sigh, before walking down the corridoor, exchanging guilty looks and swearing they'd have to apologise to you both later, not knowing how they'd fix this fuck up.

However, they both perk up suddenly, hearing a pair of footsteps jogging behind them. They turn to see you and Caitlin giving them the finger, Caitlins hand resting on your ass as you kiss her cheek.

"Wait a fucking minute!"

You both laugh as you dive into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you before either of the sprinting pair can burst in on you.

"You fucking cheeky shits, open this door right now! You pair were already dating, weren't you? Shoulda fucken known."

You cackle on the bed as Mackenzie starts banging on your door, and Caitlin is on the ground laughing. Alanna just stands there with her hands on her hips next to the door.

Disbelief but also amusement crossing her features.

"Alright, Macca, C'mon, leave 'em be, you can grill them later."

Mackenzie pouts at the defender.

"But-"

Alanna immediately silences her.

"No buts, come on!"

She sulkily follows the girl back to her room.

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"God, I fucking love you, you're amazing."

You grin ear to ear at that. "Helps when we share the same thoughts, doesn't it?"

Caitlin is quick to jump you again, and you let out a hearty laugh when she's back on top of you immediately.

"Something like that, now shush and kiss me."

You don't need to be told twice.

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"So like, obviously, they're already together, but where does the timeline start?"

Alanna is standing next to her wall of pictures, pointing at each one and dictating the time and date they were taken, like a conspiracy theorist.

Each one contains varying messages on instagram posts and pictures taken of you and Caitlin.

Mackenzie sits quizzingly on the bed, chin in her hand as she looks over the wall, listening to Alanna.

"Honestly, i think it started way before where you've got."

"But how? I've got literally every possible timeline mapped out."

"Remember that day back in 2021 in Tokyo? In the hotel, we left them alone for about two hours to go get breakfast, and we came back, and they were acting really weird, like weirder than usual. And then the next day, Y/n had a hickey just under her collar at breakfast?"

Alanna's mouth drops open.

"Oh my god. It all makes sense now."

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Should I make a prequel/flashback? 🤔

Idk. y'all decide 😊😉

#caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord imagines #caitlin foord imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

[pupyuj]

im back again

sorry for spam

been thinking about sending nudes to g!p yena while she has to work overtime, not able to come home

sending increasingly racey photos to her before sending a long video of you fingering your cunt moaning her name,

taunting/begging her to come home and take care of you with her thick cock

yena who almost whines in public at the sight of your sopping wet cunt, girly ends up cumming under her desk, jerking off to the video

☕️

☕️ anonnnnn pls never apologize for the spamming trust me i love it you keep my brain fresh w your ideas and you challenge me to venture out of the usual things i do so i want to thank you a lot actually ehe <33 anyways THIS ASK?? i exploded.

OKOK i see the vision but all that + phone sex??? LISTEN. WALK WITH MEEEE—

pushing yena to the point of being so needy that she hits you up just as you planned 🤭 answering her call and the first thing you hear is her breathing heavily and... the faint sounds of her coating her throbbing, hard dick with precum as she mindlessly pumped it in and out of her hand... yena's very whiny while she does it too, finding it so hard to truly feel good since you're not around to help her :( mf yaps tho 😭 talking about how you're being so mean and how it's not fair that she can't come home to you asap bcs of all the stupid work she has to get done <//3

and oh it would just drive her so insane when you start touching yourself too! hearing your moans and whimpers and begging while you ride your pillow, telling yena how much you wished you were riding her instead 🫣 she'd actually start thrusting into her hand, picturing you above her, your tight pussy wrapped around her cock and your tits all over her face... the office might be empty but yena would still have the decency to bite her lip to try and silence her sounds that were getting louder and louder the longer she hears you satisfying yourself without her 😣

and let's say you turn your camera on and let your phone sit in a way where yena can see you ride your pillow?? she watches as you move your hips the same way you would while riding her... moaning obnoxiously against the sheets as you played with your own nipples 😵‍💫 then she would see how you're actually feeling so good bcs she was watching you, and you were getting a kick out of what you're doing to her just by doing this.. nasty whore 🫣

"y-you owe me so much, (y/n)-ah..." yena would say,, she'd already have so many ideas about how she'd get revenge and have you begging her for release, or a break 🤭 and she hits a mind-blanking orgasm of her own soon after you reach yours... making a mess of her hand and her clothes... hehe her blushing as she cleans herself up bcs she's still watching you lay on top of the pillow all exhausted and spent but god you were so fine—

you'd tell her to go home quickly and abruptly end the call after sending her a cute lil kiss and suddenly yena would be the most diligent worker in that damn company! 😭 finishing her work in record time and getting the fuck out of that office,, and sure she goes over the speed limit a few times but hey it did get her home to you faster... thus giving you and her all the time in the world to fuck like animals after a long, rough day of barely seeing each other <33

#☕️ anon #choi yena smut #choi yena x fem reader #choi yena x reader #choi yena imagines #yena smut #yena x fem readr #yena x reader #yena imagines #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group x fem reader #g!p idol #g!p choi yena #g!p yena

[rosepascal]

dance with me || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel hasn't slow danced since his wedding but he can't pass up the opportunity to spend time with you. Even if he steps on your toes a little.

warnings: none

a/n: have a little joel drabble while i deal with my writers block <3

Joel has never been a dancer. He can keep a beat but when the music played he tended to sit back and listen rather than dance. It's where he finds himself during Jacksons fall festival dance. To celebrate the turning of the seasons or something. It's been ages since he's been to one of these.

A dance of any kind. The last was probably senior prom. Though before he was sneaking his dads beer in the parking lot. Now he's only here because he got roped into it somehow. He tried to get out of it, he really did, but he couldn't so now he's stuck here.

"Is that you Joel?" He looks up from the drink he's been swirling around for an hour, his heart quickening as he sees you walk up. Silently cursing to himself as he stands up straighter.

He does not have a crush. He doesn't get crushes. He's a 56 year old man for fucks sake. He definitely, totally does not have a crush on you at all.

"Didn't think I'd see you around here." You say so sweetly it makes his heart thump.

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice." The soft laugh that fills his ears makes him smile.

Normally he's, as Ellie puts it, off putting. But you stick by him anyways. Somehow, he hasn't scared you away.

"I'm glad you're here." Your hand gently rests on his arm, a hopeful smile on your face.

"You look real good." He compliments. Nice one Joel he thinks to himself. You're standing there looking like a literal angel and all he can think is, you look good.

"Thanks, you look good too." Joel starts to tap his foot to the music. Old vinyl's and CD's that have been recovered doesn't always guarantee good music but seems like someone found an 80's hits one.

"I love this song." You sway back and forth as you sip on your drink.

"Me too, I used to uh..." Joel trails off. He looks to the dance floor to see Ellie dancing happily with her friends. A sad smile on his lips.

He had a CD like this. He'd play it in his car and sing along with Sarah. She'd always roll her eyes and say he's off key but she always gave in and sang with him.

"Used to listen to this my family." Is all he says.

There's a sadness in his voice as he watches Ellie. You don't know much about his past and now isn't the time to ask. The song switches to something much slower, much more romantic. Setting down your drink you hold out your hands, this is it.

"Dance with me?" He freezes.

The grip on his beer bottle tightens as he starts to stammer out an excuse. He doesn't dance, he'll only step on your feet, he's just gonna mess it up. Your face falls slightly the longer he doesn't answer.

"It's okay. I'll see you around Joel."

"Wait! I uh, I'd love to. But I'm not really a dancer." He says nervously.

Joel never gets nervous but there's just something about you that does it to him. Grinning you grab his hand, ignoring how perfect it feels in yours. There's whispers through the crowd as they watch the Joel Miller be dragged to the dance floor.

He wraps one arm around your waist, holding the other one up. He tries to move to the music but he keeps messing up. He's too in his head as he tries to focus on making this a good experience for you.

"Hey, Joel." You gently cup his face, stopping the two of you in the middle of the floor.

"Relax." Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him closer, swaying side to side. Just letting the music play as you enjoy being with him.

"I warned you sugar, might take your toes off." He feels his shoulders relax as he wraps his arms around your waist, letting his cheek rest against you.

"It's worth it." You hum softly.

He could get used to this. Holding you in his arms, being yours. The music starts to fade to the back as he just holds you. Joel doesn't dance. Doesn't matter how many people saw him tonight or how much teasing Ellie is gonna do when he gets home. He'll still say he doesn't. But maybe dancing isn't so bad.

Especially when it's with you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff

[dtrghost]

closeness and proximity part.4

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, mega angst, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. violence, death (not simon or the mc), sad ghosty because yes. This is gonna be a longer one I think, lot's of gore, lots of torture, be wary of that, not for the faint hearted. Guys, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE GORE, PLEASE. Also, reminder that again, mc is not a good person, not at all, she's devoted to her job and will do ANYTHING to succeed, keep that in mind. Hey you get to see simon close to tears!!!

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She awoke with a scowl, the vomit from last night leaving a vile taste on her tongue. She brushed her teeth, gargled mouth wash, and opted to skip out on breakfast.

As if her stomach could handle that after last night.

She hated herself for letting her teammate see her so weak, even going so far as to cry in front of him and confess feelings she couldn't comprehend herself. But now wasn't the time to dwell, she had a mission, and to carry it out she resorted to autopilot, her best friend for years.

Simon opened his eyes to the sound of her getting ready, the cocks of her gun as she checked it twice over to ensure nothing would go wrong when she needed it.

"Mornin' sunshine." He grunted out, his voice deep and raspy with sleep as he sluggishly stood up.

"Ghost." His eyes flickered to her, and the woman he knew was back. The cold, guarded version of her he'd managed to break through the night before had returned. He didn't press, knowing how important it was to get the job done right. He got ready himself as she stood by the cracked open door waiting for him patiently. He noticed how she kept her eyes cemented to the floor, not moving, rarely blinking, because if she looked at him, and he stared back with something that wasn't the look of a lieutenant or a soldier, she'd crack.

And she couldn't let that happen. Not now anyway.

Her ears tuned in to the sound of loud thuds hitting the floor. Her eyes flickered to the smoke entering the room shouts ringing out from another part of the house. She got a small whiff of the smell.

HCN, H2S, and PH3.

Knockdown gas.

They made eye contact, rushing to her bag and pulling out a gas mask, Simon following silently. The gas flooded the room, Y/N pressing her ear to the door, hearing nothing but silence in return. She waited for a moment before cracking open the door and taking a peek out, seeing the hallway flooded with the same smoke but no bodies.

"Couples hours before breakfast, most of em were still asleep." Simon told her quietly.

The one time these bloody fuckers decide to sleep in.

They made their way to the end of the hallway, checking the rooms along the way to see that they were empty. She looked around the corner, finding those very bodies on the floor, blood surrounding them as they trailed to the hallway on the other side of the kitchen. Her hand came up, halting him as she crouched down, pushing a metal ball from the back of her vest and into her palm.

"What's that?" He pressed, never having seen a device like that before.

"It's connected to my coms that picks up audio. Prototype from headquarters." His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she rolled it to the other hallway, and with a tap of her earpiece she could hear quiet voices from the other half of the house.

Clear. Alpha 0-5 move to the other side. Omega team will clear upstairs.

She took out her suppressed pistol instead, listening to the near silent thuds of footsteps going up the stairs.

"They're gonna come this way. I take them out, then we move to the front door."

"Copy that." She watched as two soldiers appeared from the other hallway. With two bullets to the head, one for each, she reloaded and approached the front door silently, taking a moment to grab her eavesdropper (what she calls it anyway) and move back to Simon. Gunshots rang out upstairs, Simon quick to grab her arm before she could clear the front for an exit.

"What about the rest of em?" He hated, no. Loathed, leaving teammates behind when he could do something to help. She stopped, sighing deeply. She had to make a choice, save the two of them, or risking the death of everyone trying to save the rest.

"They're out. By the time we get up there they'll be dead and we'll have to face the firing squad." She argued, disagreeing with the idea to play search and rescue.

"You don't know that." He shot back, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm not risking our lives. We have a mission to complete, and we can't do that if we have a bullet in our brains." They were both growing irritated. He thought she was being selfish for not wanting to even try to help her squad. She found him idiotic for not seeing that there wasn't a chance that they'd pull anyone out alive.

"I'm not leaving until we try." And he knew she wasn't leaving him on his own, she cared too much. He didn't mind using her feelings for him for his own gain in the moment. Right now he cared about his team, and when he moved to clear the house, she begrudgingly followed. They checked every body they came across for a pulse, finding none for the first few. It pissed her off in a variety of ways, the fact she was right and he wasn't letting up, and the fact that she didn't hear it sooner.

She blamed her herself. If she hadn't let herself deteriorate, she would've heard them come, she could've saved them. But she didn't, and she'd now have to remind herself of that every day for the rest of her life.

She moved to the front of him, taking initiative and peaking around the hallway. The gas had since cleared by the windows they opened, the traces left not being enough to knock anyone else out.

"Clear!" Ghost's heart sank. She was right. He heard her exhale slowly, her anger peaking as she waited for them all the walk out of the rooms and putting a bullet in their heads. All but two. She shot their hands, then their legs, moving through the hallway and yanking them both off the floor with one arm each.

"Sun-"

"Shut it Ghost. How the hell did you find us." He had never seen her so angry. Her tone was spiteful and full of hatred as she threw one his direction and directing her rage to the bigger guy.

"Fuck you." The man replied, smirking at her tauntingly. It was silent for a beat, and it would only get worse.

"Alright." With a quick movement his face smashed into her knee, letting his body drop as she began searching rooms with an order for Simon to keep an eye on them. She found rope, feeling the heaviness of it as she threw it on her shoulder and came back out.

"You can watch this time if you want. Maybe you can learn a few things." She grabbed the man by his vest and dragged him into the nearest room, Simon taking the other one with him.

"Put him in the chair and tie him up." She tossed some rope to him before tying her guy down to the bed. The chair the other one sat in was facing the bed, and there was this awful feeling that he couldn't shake. Everything told him to step outside, to not watch what she was going to do to them, but his need to know what she was truly capable of was just that much stronger.

"Kinky. I like it." He teased, though the sweat sliding down his temple was evidence enough that he was scared. She didn't reply, grabbing a knife, taking off her gear, and rolling up her sleeves.

"Call for evac." She ordered, waiting for him to finish with it before sitting next to him.

"Let's get started. How did you find us."

"I had a nice cup of tea with your mother before she-" He cried out in pain, squirming as she pressed her knife into his abdomen and cut a line down the middle. The ropes were too tight, too thick for him to rip off as he desperately pulled at them.

"This is how it's gonna work. Wrong answer, one organ he-" She jabbed her finger towards the guy sitting in the chair who had just been shouting at her to stop.

"Has to eat." Everyone's eyes blew out of the sockets at her words. She couldn't be serious, she was bluffing... right?

"You're full of shit." She snickered, burying the blade in his thigh, her eyes boring into his own.

"You just murdered my team. I promise you, the last thing I value this morning is morality. So, tell me what I want to know, or shit's gonna get ugly."

"Sunshine-" Simon's words never left the tip of his tongue. The glare that faced him was enough to cause him to step back and keep his mouth shut. He didn't move, didn't try to stop her.

"Let's continue shall we. How did you know that we were here."

"Go to hell-" She dug her knife back into him, and Ghost watched in fear as she cut out his spleen. No amount of hatred for the man was enough to get him to watch the process, he kept his eyes cemented to the floor, attempting to tune out his wails and cries. He watched her turn to the man in the chair who stared at her in terror as she held the bloody organ in her hands.

His hand grabbed her wrist.

"That's enough. We'll find a different-" Before he could finish she slammed his against the wall, her arm pressing hard against his trachea as the knife pointed inward to his jugular.

"Stay. Out. of my way. That's an order lieutenant." It was a reminder that she had operational command. She took notice of the betrayal, releasing him with a push against the wall. This is what she was, a monster, and part of her was glad he likely realized that by now so he'd stop trying. She didn't deserve his help, and it was better he put his time towards someone more worthy than someone like her. With one last look at him, she turned back to her victim.

"So, would you prefer i cut it into pieces for you? Or do you wanna be a champ and chew it yourself." Simon's stomach lurched, and it took everything in him not to leave the room, or to spill his dinner from the night before onto the floor.

"You should be thanking me, you're getting the breakfast my team didn't." The man from the bed sobbed and watched her cut a piece off, a second away from forcing it down his teammates throat before he broke.

"Alright I'll tell you!" He yelled, listening to her 'tch' and turn back to him, tossing his organ off to the side. She sat next to him on the bed, her eyes piercing into his soul.

"If you lie to me. I'll go for your dick next, and your buddy won't be the one eating it." The sheer horror in his eyes almost made her laugh, flipping the knife in her hands as she looked at him expectingly. Turns out he was a mole, hidden inside the operation and feeding intel back to his home country's base with the promise of a perfect life for himself, where he could live in a luxury that even some of the richest people couldn't buy.

She could understand if it were to save someone he loved, she might've spared him if that were the case. But for wealth, for greed, he was willing to murder, and she couldn't stand for that.

"He told you what you wanted to know!" The other man cried, watching as the life in his friend's eyes faded, the metal sinking into his heart.

"I'm doing you a favor. People like him, who trade lives for material wealth, are never good to keep around." She shrugged, pulling the knife out and leaving him there before moving back to him.

"Anything else you think I need to know? You're gonna die anyway." Her unbothered attitude made Ghost question whether she had feelings at all.

Was the person he met last night real? Was it a lie, a facade for some underlying goal he didn't know?

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The man sobbed, still struggling against his restraints in a feeble attempt to escape the inevitable. Her hand landed on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze in false comfort.

"People like your buddy. Ever heard of the Тюлень project." His eyes met hers and she snickered at his confusion.

"It means seal in Russian. They'd kidnap elite soldiers, most happening to be navy seals to brainwash them and sell them to ally countries through an underground black market system. Now a number of things occurred during the process." She rose back up, twisting the knife in her hands as she thought back to that time with a smile that held nothing behind it.

"But I think the most memorable part was when they'd castrate the men and sterilize the women. No meds either, awake for the whole thing." Simon's head snapped up to her, both of them in shock and terror.

"ECT was one thing, but god that was a whole other experience. But the wounds healed up nicely so I guess I can't complain." The humor behind her words fell on deaf ears. They couldn't tell if they should've felt sympathy or fear.

"Well whatever. I'll put you out of your misery now." She pulled out her pistol and within a second he was dead, the both watching as his body went slack and his head fell forward.

"Evac should be arriving soon-"

"Is it true?" He interrupted, staring at her.

"No I lied to the poor guy about getting my organs ripped out so he'd pass on peacefully. Of course it's fucking true."

"Watch the fuckin' attitude Y/N."

"What the hell is your problem now. Someone shove a stick up your ass when I wasn't looking." The next thing she knew she was slammed against the wall, suddenly the one in front the knife as it pressed against her neck, just as she did to him before. She took his emotions in, seeing his rage, the hurt from her treachery. She strained to adjust her neck to a more comfortable position, smirking up at him. She felt the sharpness of the blade dig into her skin a bit, the warm crimson dripping down her neck as she flashed her jugular to him.

"Do it Simon. I won't stop you. I can see the dying urge somewhere in there." The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. She was right, a part of him wanted to. The part that felt threatened by her previous actions, that didn't trust her for a second as she flipped from person to person, cold and warm in fleeting moments. She watched him lower his knife, getting in her face, their noses almost touching through their masks.

"You're a sick, selfish bastard. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, you kill for yourself, you hurt everyone you meet. And I don't want something like that on my team."

Something. Not someone. She wasn't even a person to him now.

"You'll be off Task Force 141 by the morning, you hear me?" She swallowed thickly, nodding, only for his arm to push farther into her throat causing her to choke.

"Words soldier." He spat, the anger gleaming in his eyes. He could see the small traces of hurt and guilt in her eyes. But she knew it was only a matter of time, She was unlovable, and she was foolish to think she could have something she wanted.

"I'll be off Task Force 141 in the morning. I'll call HQ myself." She forced out. He searched her gaze for falsehood before reluctantly releasing her, facing away as she gasped for air, hunching over and taking deep breaths. She couldn't deny his strength, and it was evident with her short coughing fit.

They were silent as she put back on her gear, and he knew that was the last time he'd ever see Y/N, the woman he met last night, likely forever. He watched as she picked up her gun, her eyes empty and nonchalant.

"We need to head to the landing zone. You ready?" She kept a light tone that surprised him a bit. With a curt nod she approached the door, only for it to be kicked in as she jumped back in shock. The uniforms matched the ones from the men she killed, so she began taking shots, Simon following. But as more filed in, they quickly lost, both of them ending up on the floor with knees on their backs, their hands being tied up.

They were forced to comply, being pushed and shoved to a helicopter waiting outside for them. They had been gagged and stripped of their gear, sitting on the hard floor with guns pointing at them. Ghost tried to meet her eyes, nudging her foot to look at him for a silent meeting to make a plan, until the barrel pointing at him was suddenly digging into his skull, ordering him to stop in Russian.

Then they began to shout, people standing with their guns up and ready as the radar with the control up front beeped, a red blinker appearing to be approaching them from the back.

Evac followed.

The helicopter door opened with a machine gun pointing at them, only for them to scream as she kicked their knee in, sending them out of the chopper. The duo couldn't speak, but a silent confirmation was given as they got themselves up, fighting with their hands behind their back as the evac helicopter appear just below them. With the door still open she made eye contact with Price, her head gesturing down.

The aircraft lowered enough for them to jump in, and she went back to help out Ghost who she pushed in front of her before two men looped their arms around her. She spit out her gag after leaning over with them and trying to shake them off with vigor, but she wasn't strong enough, not after the several blows her body had already taken.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Simon yelled out, having gotten the gag out of his mouth and seeing her restrained. She stepped back, causing him stutter for a moment in confusion as she told him to stop.

"I'm sorry." For everything, but she didn't have time for that last piece. Before he could help she jumped, her feet making hard contact with his chest, sending him out of danger and falling into evac who turned the chopper to let him fall in. She fell back onto the floor, her capturers' grips loosening and her head spinning as she crawled to the opening.

"We've got to get her out of there!" Simon yelled, only to be held back by Soap and Price. She felt hands wrap around her ankles before she looked back at her team.

"GO." She screamed as loudly as she could, knowing there was no way for her to get out alive either. John saw her for a moment, truly. He saw the girl he met 6 years ago. Her eyes were begging, pleading with him to save themselves, to save him, and leave her behind. He gave her nod, tearing his look away before wetness could pool in his eyes.

"No! Price! Don't you fucking dare!" His eyes burned involuntarily as he looked back at her, desperate to go back. Everything around him went quiet, slow, and he felt the air from his lung dissipate at her face. She smiled at him, a genuine smile.

It's gonna be okay. It told him.

The last person to look at him that way was his mother. When he was just a boy after he received a beating from his father. The look of care, reassurance, and tenderness she gave him as she cleaned the wounds on his body and face. That she'd save him, get him out of harm's way, and this time around, she did. He breathed heavily, every word he had said to her flooding back to his memory with guilt and regret.

Sick, selfish bastard. Those were his last words to her. The last thing he did was threaten her life and kick her off the team like trash. He almost threw up.

"Get us out of here!" Price shouted to the pilot who nodded, turning their aircraft around and heading back home. Simon struggled and yanked, but his body was weak for the beating he took in that house, and all he could do was watch as they parted for what may have been the last time.

Her breath was ragged and heavy as soldiers pulled her up by her arms, not nearly as gentle as they were the last time. The butt of their gun hit her face, and she felt her body sag, her eyes shutting as she lost consciousness. A part of her didn't mind too much, she got him out, she saved someone, finally. She did something right, something that wasn't for herself, and she let herself enjoy that as she slipped away.

She did it.

Yeaahhh. For reference HCN is hydrogen cyanide, H2S is hydrogen sulfide, and PH3 is phosphite (I'm not smart I googled knockdown gas). There's gonna be another part soon, because yes I'm excited. Anyway yeah. I hope you enjoyed this part!! The next part may be the second to last depending on what I come up with. If you wanna be part of the tag list let me know! Notes of any kind are appreciated and thank you for all of the support!!

@thaprilks @bowtruckleninja @almightywdm

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[nogenderbee]

DAMN FINALLY REQUEST ARE OPEN!! Can I get the Astral Express crew with an extremely fatigue reader? I'm also really fatigue and I even struggle with going from point A to point B even if its like from my room to the kitchen.

Omg yes!!! So happy to do some Star Rail for a change!! Also help why do I relate- Like I'm trying to do silly little PJSK dances so my condition won't be this bad but omg it's still not great... But here it is! Hope you like it vodka <3

Also sorry for Himeko and Welt being a bit shorter-

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt with fatigue!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff but can be read as platonic too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miya-akane (not tagging you since you'll get notification either way)

✧ I feel like March would somehow relate to your problem... I know she had LOTS of energy in game but just listen to me!!

✧ she's not necessarily fatigue but she is a bit lazy after long adventure where walking around Express can be hard for her

✧ so she'll never make you walk and let you sit down whenever you need! If you're with others, she'll offer to wait for you even if they prefer to keep walking for whatever reason

✧ she also rambles or keeps the conversation going so you can forget about tiredness a bit and so the time passes quicker

✧ if you were getting into trouble by your condition, she definitely did protests-

✧ anyway, if you want to get your condition up, she definitely knows a lot of fun ways and will do her best to help you find something for you!

✧ when both of you are after adventure, you may as well be sitting in the same room, refusing to go out so someone has to bring you food so you won't starve yourselves-

"C'mon it's finally time to take a break from all this walking! I'm sure others can wait and we get to talk a bit more~"

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✧ Dan Heng wad actually a bit mean the first time you felt too tired to walk...

✧ he'd complain that you're slow and that you're just slacking him down but he quickly feels bad and depending on how close you are, he either offers to sit down for a bit or to carry you for a while!

✧ but don't get used to being carried as he'll do it for 5 minutes max and then he puts you back down so you can walk by yourself

✧ he's definitely getting softer as the time passes tho!

✧ he'd try to drag you out of your room as much as possible so you can get your condition up but if you're stubborn person and simply refuse to, he'll eventually give up

✧ definitely tried convincing you to get out with things like "if you won't get out you won't get dinner" but if you won't get out, he'll bring dinner to you in the end because he doesn't want you to starve...

✧ even tho you prefer to stay indoors, he won't usually stay with you as he does have to walk around as Trabilazer so there's a high chance of him not being by your side most of the time...

"C'mon hurry up already. I carried you literally 5 seconds ago, you can walk for at least 2 minutes..."

Why he so mean idk ToT he just seems like that

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✧ Himeko would actually be caring towards you!! She'd try her best to understand if you don't want to move much

✧ she stays in Express for most of the time herself so she'll most likely be around you when others are gone exploring and so

✧ has no problem bringing you food, she just wants to make sure you stay healthy!

✧ but she does try to get your condition up by encouraging you to at least take small walk around Express with her and may even offer you your favorite sweet as treat for doing good job!

✧ she honestly is the type to not care much as long as you stay happy and healthy

✧ she often stays in the Express but if you'd want to go on adventure, she'll be more than happy to go with you!

✧ she's pretty supportive during it too, maybe she won't necessarily carry you but she sits down along you whenever you feel like taking a little break

"Hey, since others are gone walking around Jarilo VI, how about we take a small walk?"

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✧ Welt would most likely scold you for not taking care of yourself and explain how it's important for you to move at least once a day and so

✧ he'll still bring you food tho! Just be prepared for small scolding every time he enters...

✧ definitely tried getting you out of your room and even on expeditions by suggesting going to your favorite cafe on the way or so

✧ if he does manage to get you out for adventure, his scolding actually stops and he's pretty supportive!

✧ he'll let you rest whenever you need and even often drop some "I'm proud of you"s since he sees you're trying your best

✧ trust me when I say he'd love to carry you to help you out but I feel like he has a back of old men so he can't-

✧ instead he'll sit down with you whenever you need and maybe bring you some water or so to calm down

"You're doing a good job, don't give it up, alright? It's alright to take a break so ask for it whenever you need."

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[viviennevermillion]

hello!! i'm absolutely in love with your writing and your posts!! (they're so inspiring seriously)

anyway- i was wondering if i could request Blade with a chronically ill s/o? no specific illness required! just the reader generally being under the weather a lot and exhausted, and how he reacts & takes care of them :)

thank you!! have a lovely day/night <3

With a chronically ill s/o

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: thank you so much for the request! i feel this bc i've just been diagnosed with two of 'em chronic illnesses (GERD and cough variant asthma) this year and it's been wearing me down before i figured out how to properly manage it. i hope you like this request! also you said i'm converting you to sampo so i'm adding him to this post.

if any readers would like to be on my star rail taglist, feel free to notify me (+ for which characters you want to be tagged). if i find you're on my dni, i will block instead.

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: i'll be there — gabriella bee

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, sampo

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none

Blade is a very patient and attentive boyfriend. He already thinks existence is a pain so he does whatever he can to make sure you feel better and comfortable. When you have a particularly bad day he'll definitely stay with you if you want him to.

When he first learns of your illness, he makes sure to do enough research to understand it. Kafka found him sitting at a desk with a stack of books about your condition to make sure he's prepared for anything. She'd lean against the door frame with a smile on her face, watching him for a moment before making herself known. "That's so sweet of you", she chuckles and Blade turns his head. "Mind your own business."

Kafka definitely snitches and tells you about how much effort he put into understanding you and your condition

He makes sure to talk with you about it as well. He asks you what symptoms you have, how they feel for you and what you found helps you when you feel under the weather.

Literally asks Elio to predict what your condition will be like in the coming days. If it's a day where your illness flares up particularly bad, he makes sure to get all the items that help you and medications you need in advance.

He does not tell you that he does this; you just think the Stellaron Hunters are very medically prepared.

If Elio predicts that you'll have a particularly good day, Blade makes sure to take you out on a date. Maybe a picnic in nature or a nice dinner somewhere where there isn't a chance of someone trying to arrest him.

He listens to what you say you need at the moment. If you need space and rest, he will happily oblige but if you feel better with his comfort, he'll lay down next to you and wraps an arm around you from behind, snuggling close to you.

Blade has a satisfied smile on his face when he finds you in a peaceful sleep despite your symptoms or pain. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, careful not to wake you. He feels you snuggle closer to him in your sleep and it makes his heart flutter to find a smile on your face.

If he feels like you might need to eat or might be hungry when you wake up, he pays someone to bring you a nice (and suitable) meal to your doorstep. When you wake up, he asks you how you are feeling and tells you that he hopes you had a nice rest while nuzzling your cheek. "I got you lunch", he says softly and exactly in that moment the door to your room opens and you get your meal.

He assists you with whatever tasks may fall on your plate if you're ready to accept his help. He makes sure the other Stellaron Hunters go easy on you and don't give you any tasks that you feel you might not be able to handle on days where your illness flares up.

If you sent him a text message saying you're not feeling well and need his comfort at the moment, he'd literally drop everything to be by your side.

Blade has lived for a long time and he has seen quite a few cases of chronic illness so he's fairly adapt at being there for you. He's worried about you sometimes but he also knows you're living with chronic illness every day, so you know best what helps you and he trusts that you will take good care of things and reach out to him when you need him.

If you need a distraction, he'll be happy to read to you or play a board game with you or take a walk etc.; whatever you feel up to in the moment!

Sampo is super worried about you at first when you tell him you have a chronic illness because he's super inexperienced with the topic and has no idea what to do whatsoever. So he asks you what that means for you and what exactly your illness is, but there's definitely unrest in his voice.

With time, he fusses over you less and learns to correct some of the worst case scenarios in his head when you told him about it. Sometimes you need to bonk him with a "Sampo, I'm not dying" reminder but he's getting there.

Of course he could look up your condition in books and inform himself about it properly like Blade, but this idea does not occur to him. Instead, if you tell him that you're feeling under the weather, he just like,,,, gets everything, just to be sure. He reassures you that with Natasha around, you'll be in good hands and he promises to her not to try and scam her anymore so long as she takes good care of his love.

You text him that you're not feeling well and that your illness is flaring up and two hours later Sampo enters your home with four comically large bags. "Hey love, I'm home", he calls out to you, "I didn't know what you needed, so I got everything to be sure."

And he really did get everything. You rummage through the bags and raise an eyebrow at him like: "Sampo, what in the name of the Aeons is all this stuff?" There's 3 additional blankets, a hot water bottle, several over-the-counter medications, a couple of prescription meds that Sampo swears he "actually had a prescription for, don't worry about where I got them", healing crystals which he knows are "probably a scam, but there's no harm in trying and they compliment your eyes"; herbs, soup and medical equipment.

A lot of it has actually 0 to do with your condition but he wasn't 100% sure, so he just brought it. You may not need a humidifier, but you own one now.

The highlight is when he says "hold up, there's one more thing", exits your place and comes back a minute later with an entire echocardiac machine. You might not even have a heart condition. "Sampo...what- did you steal that?", you raise an eyebrow. "I found it and thought it might be useful, so I borrowed it", he says and kisses you to distract you from the topic.

Needless to say from that day on you only send him out with a shopping list and tell him to only explicitly get what you told him you need.

If you ever have any heart symptoms he's like "See? This is why we have the echo machine." "Did you learn literally anything?", you shake your head and sigh.

Sampo may not be the most adapt at handling your chronic illness, but he's got the spirit and Natasha is willing to explain things to him as well.

Regardless of how you're feeling, Sampo always manages to make you smile at the end of the day.

When you need rest he's more than happy to cuddle you and spoil you. He'd wrap you in a blanket and repeatedly kisses your temple, whispering to you that he loves you. "Don't worry", he speaks softly and kisses your forehead, "Sampo Koski will always be here for you. I'm sure you'll feel better soon. At least you don't have a Stellaron in your body." "What's a Stellaron?" "Don't worry about it."

Overall, he's confused but he's very dedicated.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail blade #hsr x reader #honkai star rail headcanons #blade x you #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade #sampo koski #sampo x you #sampo #sampo koski x reader #sampo x reader #blade headcanons #sampo headcanons

[queer-overwatch]

heyy <3 i was wondering if you could do HC's of either Venture or Sojourn with a GN s/o who has a lot of medical scarring all over their body? (basically comforting them 'bout them) :)

thank youuuuuu

I totally yoinked this one bc I HAVE SCARS AND I FEEL BAD ABT THEM SOMETIMES TOO!!! Which is completely stupid bc scars are so cool in my opinion- anyway! Here's some headcanons for ya anon! <3 -Frisk

Venture and Sojourn comforting reader with scars!

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Sojourn!

Out of everyone she understands your experiences the most

Whenever you're feeling bad about your scarring, she thinks of what she'd want to hear and would use that to comfort you

She can't really get scars anymore, at least not in the most common areas, but she'll try and paint a few onto her legs and arms to match you!

if you want to share stories about how you got them, she's more than happy to listen

If you're okay with it, whenever you two are cuddling or are just close to each other she'll trace over them with her hands

Finds them fascinating in a bit of a morbid way, though she 100% keeps those thoughts to herself

Will be the most casual person ever about it, to her it isn't a big deal. If it doesn't matter to you, then she couldn't care less

She loves you, and that includes your body

Venture!

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Scars? Huh? What-?

They would literally never notice if you hadn't told them-

way too busy staring into your eyes lovingly like a huge dork 24/7 for it to register in their head

They have probably noticed but forgot 2 seconds later

They are way more open about how cool they think scarring is! If you're okay with them complimenting or asking about your scars, oh boy you better expect to be thrown into a story time

They have some too! Like their tooth! And they have a bunch on their hands thanks to their drill

They never had any negative connections to scars so they're plenty open to conversations about 'em!

Would probably absentmindedly talk about their own since in the back of their head its like "Oh my god my partner had scarring too! That's so awesome! Story time!"

If you're insecure about your scars then they become the biggest sweetheart ever

If you don't like talking about them then that's fine! All you gotta do is ask and bam, its gone from their brain in 2-3 business days

If you ever come to them and talk about how you don't like your scars, after asking for permission of course, they will kiss the ever loving hell out of every single little mark on your body (if you let them, of course)

also absolutely adores your body, no matter what you think's "wrong" with it

#sojourn overwatch #overwatch x reader #venture #sojourn #overwatch venture #venture x reader #sojourn x reader #sloane cameron #vivian chase #Xornk

[liesmyth]

anon! I see you! same for the other anon I got 3 weeks ago and left on read — I was trying to decide how to phrase this.

I'm not publishing these in full because I'd rather talk about cool fandom theories I like instead of singling out specific takes I don't agree with.

The one thing I really feel like saying publicly re: TLT fandom discourse is that I think we could all benefit from, like, taking a step back from invoking Tamsyn when it comes to discussing theories or interpretations. I think the tone of the discourse and the fandom as a whole would be a lot healthier if we just agreed that we're getting a lil' bit silly with it, which is 100% what Tamsyn wanted when she started writing, anyway.

There are many fandom posts that EYE would find very compelling if they were presented as "This is a cool idea I had and the lenses through which I choose to engage with this story and these characters..." but often take the tone of "This is CLEARLY what the author means to do, listen up..." — with the implications that people who see things differently are getting a bad grade in lockedtomb reading, and then it stops being fun and it starts getting pretty hostile pretty quick.

I think a lot about Tamsyn's quote "I am writing for my younger self and it would be disgusting of me to try to teach her anything." That's the spirit in which I think it's most fun to engage with her writing. She's an excellent author and her books have a lot going on and many angles you can look at... but they aren't flawless, and she can't have accounted for all the theories the fandom is coming up with. I think we should stop trying to look at these books as though they are That Serious, and give ourselves more credit that maybe we're coming up with stuff the creator never considered, and that doesn't mean your stuff is less valid, but it does mean you shouldn't flex on other fans because you see it and they don't. From everything we know about Tamsyn, she'd probably be the first to say "It's not that deep, unless you want it to be."

For comparison, I've been in ASOIAF fandom for 15 years and we haven't had new material for almost as long and silly theories and renewed interpretations are flourishing every month, and nobody gives a fig about what GRRM was really trying to say because maybe the author's intention isn't the ultimate value of a work, and the author is dead anyway.

IDK. I think we should all get a little sillier with it. I've been guilty of some Not Silly in the past, though hopefully not much, but ultimately I'm here to have fun and so are most people. Especially since TLT is still ongoing, and many interpretations WILL get debunked, we're probably just better off now putting less stock on authorial backing to avoid disappointment later on, and to have more fun as a fandom during the #alectopause.

ANYWAY my askbox is always open specifically to get silly with it. I haven't hornyposted about lyctor sex in a while

#ask #elle tlt posting #anonymous

[ashwhowrites]

So good by Halsey

This fic is inspired by this song, but you don't have to listen to it to understand the plot. Summary of the song ( and fic ) is - two people that would have been amazing for each other but never got the chance

Angst ahead~~~ pretty long, so buckle up <3

I really love the idea of this and I hope you guys enjoy it as well :)

Never proofread - it glitched and moved some paragraphs around - I think I fixed it?

~~~

Y/N and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. Side by side through everything. She was there when his dad hit him. She kept her window unlocked for him to sneak in. She'd hold him as he slept and clean his cuts in the morning. She was the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

She held him when his dad got sent to jail and his mom left. They cried when he moved in with his uncle. But she refused to walk out on him. She biked to Wayne's the second her house phone rang, and his sad voice cut through the silence.

Once they made it to high school, she realized she had fallen in love with him. She realized his smile made her stomach flip. His laugh made butterflies fly all around her heart. That she never felt happier than when she was tucked in his arms. His smell warmed her all over, and she felt like his hands were crafted just to hold hers.

Freshmen year and sophomore year passed, and she never got the courage. Falling helplessly for her best friend every day. Nancy always encouraged her to say something. Promising her that Eddie felt the same way. But Y/N was scared he'd reject her, and she'd lose him forever. She promised to never walk out on him that night his mom left, and she needed to stay true to that.

She knew Eddie didn't handle his emotions well, and she didn't want to scare him away. If she said that she loved him more than a friend and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. That he'd run away in seconds and never be the same with her.

Eddie never showed interest in anyone and that made it easier for her. She could hide behind the fantasy that he was waiting for her to make the move. Their friends always talked about how cute they would be, but she could never read Eddie's expression. She couldn't tell if he agreed or was disgusted with the idea.

But it was senior year, this was her last chance to get the boy of her dreams before she ran off to college. She spent all fall preparing to ask him out, Nancy was growing impatient when the ground went cold and the snow started to fall. But Y/N didn't see the rush, she had the rest of the year to do it.

"I think it would be best to do it the last day I'm in town! If he says no and breaks my heart, I'm leaving the state anyway!"

"That's a horrible idea. You can't run from Eddie. You promised him." Nancy would always remind her, causing Y/N to roll her eyes and accept defeat.

But she and Eddie had a lot in common, and running away from issues was a big one. But Nancy was right, even if Eddie didn't feel the same they'd vowed to be there for each other.

January was close to the end and the winter dance was right around the corner. The school voted to have girls ask the guys.....kill her now. She could take this chance to ask Eddie or make a joke that dances are lame and ask to hang out at his place. The second option felt more appealing because there was less of a chance he'd laugh in her face.

Nancy thought it was the best news in the world. Jumping as she cheered that this was the exact push Y/N needed.

And it did push her, just in the opposite direction.

~~~

She caved and listened to Nancy, swallowing her anxiety with a shot of courage, and planned to ask Eddie.

She didn't want to do a sign, she wanted something that Eddie would like.

So she bought a guitar pick, something that showed she knew who Eddie was. Something she knew no other girl would ever think of.

Nancy beamed happily as she looked at the pick.

"This is amazing!"

Y/N felt proud of her idea. So proud that it almost made her feel confident to ask him.

~~~

It was the Monday before the dance, and Eddie hasn't said a word about it. Which meant, no one asked him.

She gave herself a pep talk all morning in the mirror, today was the day she'd ask him to the snow dance. He'd say yes, and she'd slowly work on telling him her feelings, and it'll all come together.

She waited outside the school that afternoon, chickening out to do it in the morning. She didn't want to spend the rest of the day hiding from him.

After school just made more sense. She waited for him to finish a deal, sitting in his van as she listened to his tapes.

She held the pick in her hand, crushing it in her grip as she nervously scanned the parking lot. She sat up straighter when she saw Eddie walking out with Chrissy.

The deal was with Chrissy?.....he didn't mention that.

She watched as they hugged and he walked to the van. Her stomach turned at the smile on his face.

She held her breath when he got in. The music was blaring but all she could hear was her racing heart.

"What was that about? Chrissy does drugs now or something?" Y/N tried to joke. Desperately needing answers but was too scared to seem like she cared enough.

"Oh no! She...um...she asked me to the dance." Eddie said, scratching his head as he shyly looked over at her.

Y/N felt like she could burst into tears. The exact day she finally got the nerve, a fucking cheerleader beat her to it.

She put on her best fake smile, slipping the pick into her jacket pocket near the door.

"That's so great!" She said, hating the way he got more excited from her reaction.

"I know! I mean I've never thought about Chrissy liking me in that kind of way. But she's cute and nice. I think it could go somewhere fun." He shrugged.

"Oh! So you are thinking it'll be more than just the dance?" Y/N choked out. She could handle losing him for a night. But multiple nights? He's going to start liking her. He's going to fall in love with her. And she'll fall too. Oh my god, they were going to be together. Eddie would have a girlfriend and it wouldn't be her. Eddie would be dating a cheerleader.

"....you there?" Eddie asked, waving his hand in front of Y/N's face.

She snapped out of her thoughts, quickly throwing herself back in the conversation. Realizing she distracted herself from hearing his answer.

"Yeah! Yeah, I just forgot I need to get home. Can we leave now?" She asked, buckling her seat belt.

Did she lose her chance completely?

~~~

It was the night of the dance and Y/N did her best to stay collected around Eddie. Not that he would notice, suddenly all his time was spent with Chrissy.

Nancy and Steve refused to let Y/N be sad and alone all night, so they planned a sleepover. Nancy hosted as she got Mike dressed up for the dance as well. El asked him and he was more than happy to be her date.

Y/N watched how adorable the young couple was. Steve offered to give them a ride when Mike said that Eddie was picking them up.

Hearing the name, Nancy and Steve snapped toward Y/N. Nancy had an apologetic look on her face, she had no idea.

Y/N waved it off. She was fine and she didn't want to make anything uncomfortable with the group. She hid herself away on the couch, staring out the window to prepare herself to see Eddie again.

Once he pulled up she wanted to cry all over again. He was dressed up in black pants and a white button-up, he looked beautiful. She wanted to imagine he was there to pick her up, take her to the dance, and have their happy ending.

But Chrissy sat in the front seat, looking gorgeous as ever. Y/N felt her heart pounding as he walked closer to the front door. She hid herself from the view of the front door, staying out of his eyesight.

Once Mike and El left with Eddie, she broke down in tears. He was going to a dance with Chrissy and she sat alone crying about it on the couch.

~~~

Just like she feared, Eddie and Chrissy made it official after the dance. Everywhere Y/N turned, there they were. She hated how happy they looked. She questioned if she ever made Eddie smile that wide or made him laugh just as hard. Did she make him happy like Chrissy did? Did he like Chrissy for a long time but never said anything?

~~~

They were reaching the end of senior year, and Eddie and Y/N were still best friends but his heart was still captured by Chrissy. Y/N spent all winter long forcing herself to get over Eddie. Vowed to have her feelings melt away like the December snow. But now the snow is gone, and her feelings remain the same. She feared she might always love him and that he'll always be her biggest what-if.

It pained her every day to watch them fall in love, but as Eddie's best friend she dealt with it.

She bit her tongue and helped him ask Chrissy to prom. Another special event of her senior year that she spent sobbing alone. She was selfish, and she hated that Eddie ruined these special moments for her. But she couldn't find it in her heart to go with anyone else.

She felt betrayed that he never seemed to care. He used to notice one change in her eyes and make her talk it out with him. Now he doesn't even notice she's falling apart at the seams. He doesn't even care that she isn't at her senior prom. He didn't question if anyone asked her, didn't ask her what she planned to wear or anything of the sort. He simply didn't care.

Graduation came before she knew it. And her fresh start was on the horizon. She'd leave the town behind and start somewhere new. Somewhere that didn't remind her of Eddie everywhere she turned.

She would spend this last summer with him, cherishing every moment she got with him, and move on.

But she barely saw him that summer. The only person that saw him was Chrissy. At the end of graduation, he moved into a new apartment. Y/N was his best friend and she's never been to the apartment. She still checks in with Wayne Eddie stopped visiting him as well.

Wayne and Y/N enjoyed each other's company. She told him all about moving to New York and the amazing opportunity she has there. She told Eddie at the start of the school year but it didn't seem he cared to remember. She was supposed to leave in September but plans changed and now she's leaving in a week- August.

He didn't bother to see her all of June and July, so she figured he wouldn't make time for her during August so she accepted arriving in New York early. Wayne offered to drive her to the airport and she couldn't have been more thankful for him. She lost Eddie, but she never lost Wayne.

~~~

Eddie was planning to sell his old van. He's been fixing it all summer long to raise the value. He needed the extra cash to help him pay rent. Part of him wished Chrissy offered to help pay the rent since she practically lived with him, but he wouldn't ask that.

She was inside preparing dinner as he worked on cleaning the inside of his van. He worked on all the important things first. Now he had to take out all the small things that made the van his.

He started with the back seats, making sure nothing was underneath. He smiled when he saw an old bracelet, snapped with beads everywhere. Y/N made him in middle school, and Eddie wore it every day until it wouldn't fit. He remembered the day it gave out, and the beads exploded in the van when Wayne drove her home. She gasped next to him in the backseat, tears in her eyes as she realized it was broken. Eddie felt himself laughing at the memory. He scooped up all the small beads and put them in his pocket. His stomach turned when he realized he hadn't seen her in so long. He knew he was to blame for that. He let Chrissy take up every hour of his life.

He moved on from that memory, taking out the trash and old receipts. He saw a receipt with a number written on it. He looked at it confused until he remembered where it was from.

"Hey, are you dating the girl you were eating with?" Eddie looked at the waiter confused. Y/N ran off to the bathroom as Eddie paid for their meal.

"I'm not, why?"

The waiter smiled and quickly placed down the receipt. Eddie hated the smirk on the guy's face.

"Could you make sure she gets my number?"

Eddie saw that the receipt had the boy's name and number written on it.

Eddie felt a tad guilty he never gave her that receipt. But he was boiling over with jealousy at the thought of her calling him. Eddie didn't like to admit it to himself very much, but he always had a crush on her. But that was something he planned to take to his grave.

He crumpled up the paper and threw it in the small trashcan he brought out with him. He cleared the back and moved to the front.

Taking down the sun visor, he watched all the polaroids dump in his lap. He barely used the visor since it snapped off the second he touched it. He took his time looking through the photos he forgot all about.

Smiling at all the ones Y/N was in. The summer before freshman year Wayne got him a camera and Y/N used it like it was hers. Snapping pictures of Eddie, Eddie, and Wayne, and some of all three of them together. Eddie remembered when that was the only family he had. He felt his eyes watering as he watched himself and her grow up through the pictures she took. Twisting in his gut when he realized the last date was Junior year. They didn't have a picture at prom or even graduation. The two big events she swore they'd take the most pictures at. Neither of them had any. Eddie quickly put the pictures in his pocket, the guilt feeling worse knowing he stood in the way of those pictures happening. He felt his blood burn when he opened his glove department. Pictures of Chrissy scattered all around. All are dated from senior year to now. The pictures didn't make him smile like the way Y/N did. The pictures didn't take him back to the moment when the camera flashed like Y/N's did.

He missed her.

He smacked out the old tape that got stuck in his radio. Groaning when it fell to the side of the passenger side door. He quickly got out of the van and opened the passenger door. The tape fell on his feet, he bent down to pick it up. But his eyes caught something small and silver under the seat. He threw the tape in the trash and then moved the seat. He scrunched his eyebrows as he grabbed the small item.

He realized it was a guitar pick, but he knew he never had a silver one. He flipped it over, even more, confused as he saw writing engraved on it.

"Pick me for the senior snow dance"

Eddie was even more confused. He's never seen the pick in his life, he put it in his pocket. And closed the van. Heading up to his apartment.

He walked in as Chrissy finished plating the food.

"Hey, baby?" Eddie asked

She looked up as she sat down at the plates.

"Yeah?" She asked, her blue eyes questioning his confused state.

"Did you make this when you asked me to the dance?" He asked, handing her the pick.

She looked at it just as confused as he did.

"Um no." Chrissy shrugged, handing the pick back to him as she sat down to eat.

He sat down to eat, listening to Chrissy talk but not paying attention. His mind reeled about where the pick came from. If it wasn't her, who else would have asked him? He doesn't think it was planted for him to find, almost like it was dropped.

"Are you listening?" Chrissy asked, her voice snapping Eddie out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, honey. I just don't know where it came from." Eddie groaned

Chrissy looked at the pick again, a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Could it be from her?" Chrissy asked Eddie was confused by who she was talking about and why her eyes seemed sad.

"Who?"

"Y/N, Eddie. Do you think she would have tried to ask you to the dance? The pick is a very clever idea and I think she would be the only one to think of something like that." Chrissy explained. She hated that she knew she was right. Even if Eddie didn't think she was. Y/N was always Chrissy's competition, but Eddie didn't see that. He didn't see the way he talked about her or how he smiled at pictures of her.

She wanted Eddie's heart, but his heart was already Y/N's.

Eddie froze and his heart started to pound. The possibility of Y/N trying to ask him to the dance made him sweat. Was she asking as a friend? Or did she want something more?

"Um, I don't know," Eddie said honestly.

~~~

The dinner was silent after that. Both their minds were thinking about what would have happened if Y/N got to ask.

Chrissy knew Y/N would be in her spot right now in the bed.

Eddie wondered if Y/N would be laying in Chrissy's spot in his bed.

Eddie watched as Chrissy slept and the time clicked close to midnight. He couldn't sleep, he needed to know.

He got out of bed, threw on sweats and a sweatshirt. He looked at Chrissy's sleeping body before he left.

~~~

Eddie arrived at her doorstep, questioning how terrible of an idea it was. He stared at the door, remembering the countless times he raced through it. He remembered the night he almost kissed her. Eighth grade after the winter dance. She stood there in a blue sparkly dress, hair curled with sparkly blue eyeshadow. To this day Y/N regretted nothing more than doing her makeup for that night. But Eddie thought she looked beautiful. He remembered being so shy, leaning in but her mom yanked open the door. Eddie awkwardly walked back to Wayne's car, upset that he never got to kiss her. Once her parents moved, she kept the house for herself.

Eddie was so lost in his head he barely noticed when the door opened.

"Planning to knock or what?" Y/N's voice cut through his thoughts. He hated that he hadn't heard her voice in months.

She stood there with her arms crossed, an extremely annoyed look on her face.

"Hello to you too," Eddie said sarcastically.

"Why are you here?" She asked. Of course, Eddie would show up on her doorstep the night before she leaves. He was always a minute too late with everything, ever since he missed their kiss in eighth grade.

"I needed to ask you something." He breathed, digging in his pocket to pull out the small guitar pick. He watched as her eyes widened. A nasty feeling in his gut all over again.

"Did you?....were you?....is this yours?" He asked, his brain went blank trying to ask. He was scared of everything he could have had if she said yes.

She opened the door wider, inviting him to walk in. He turned to her once the door closed, impatiently waiting for her to answer.

"Yes, it's mine." She sighed, cursing herself for not checking her jacket pocket that day.

"You wanted to ask me to the dance?" He watched as she scratched at her arms. Rocking on her feet, he could taste the anxiety coming off of her skin.

"Yes! I mean why else would I make the damn thing." She snapped. She was irritated. He had the nerve to come to ask her about something that he knew was from months ago, why bring it up now?

"Why are you so mad to see me?" He snapped back. She's been growling at him since she opened the door.

"Because! I haven't seen you since graduation and now you show up at my house at midnight, like four fucking months later to ask me about a stupid pick. I mean what? Why are you asking me? Why the fuck do you need to know?" Eddie hated how angry she sounded but he knew he hurt her. He ignored their friendship for months and only showed up when he needed something from her.

"I need to know if you were going to ask me as a friend or something more. And the real intention behind it, before Chrissy happened." He admitted. He knew she'd lie to make it easier for the both of them, but he needed the truth.

"Eddie, seriously. This isn't fucking important." She tried to ignore the question again. She didn't want to open up the can of worms right when she was getting ready to leave him behind. She worked so hard to be okay with leaving him, and now he brought up all the reasons she wanted to stay.

"It is important. I need to know. So tell me." He demanded. He was growing irritated by her attitude and that pissed her off more.

"Fuck, fine. Yes, Eddie. I wanted to ask you about the stupid dance and I wanted it to be more than friends. But once I went to ask, you came in telling me that Chrissy asked you. So I didn't say anything because who am I compared to her? Nothing fucking special, which you easily have proved the second you weren't forced to have classes with me."

"That's not what happened at all," Eddie tried to defend," you had every chance to ask before she did. And don't put words in my mouth and cruel intentions behind my actions. Because none of that was because I thought she was more special."

"You don't think I know that? You don't think I sat in my room every night since she asked, just beating myself up for not doing it earlier? I screamed at myself every morning for being too late. Knowing if I asked just even a minute earlier, I could be where she is now. And don't act like I'm making this up. We graduated, you got an apartment and I never saw you again. You got absorbed into a bubble of Chrissy and Chrissy only. You ignore me, and you even ignore Wayne. I'm not putting words in your mouth. I'm calling you out on the bullshit behavior you've been pulling." She said, her words were sharp and cut him down to the bone. Throwing Wayne in his face made him angry, but he hated knowing he deserved it.

"Do you still wish to be where she is now?" He practically whispered, punching himself for asking that above everything. Kicking himself for ripping her apart just so he could have the answers he's been needing all his life since he met her.

"You don't get to ask me that, fuck you." She laughed, he was unbelievable. All he cared about was if she was jealous of his girlfriend. Not even taking a second to apologize for all the ways he treated her like crap.

"Answer the question, Y/N. Are you in love with me?" The question lingered in the air. Eddie watched as she slipped into a shell of herself.

"I never said anything because I was scared of losing you. Then Chrissy came along the second I was ready. I wasn't going to ruin that, and I'm not going to ruin that." She said.

"She knows it was you, and the second I found this pick, it was ruined. SO JUST FUCKING TELL ME." Eddie screamed, trying his best not to slam his hands against the wall to relieve the anger in his bloodstream.

"WHAT DID YOU WANT EDDIE? TO COME HERE AND ASK IF I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU? THEN WHAT? WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN WHEN I SAID YES!" She screamed back. Her confession filled the silence, along with their heavy breathing.

Eddie felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. The answer was now in his face and he wished he never asked. It made things so much more complicated.

She felt uncomfortable with the silence, opening the door, "Please go."

She watched as he walked towards the door, she closed her eyes as he walked past her. She didn't want to have to see him leave. But she felt his body stop, standing right next to her.

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing. Before she knew it his lips crashed on hers, her back against the door and slamming it closed.

It was stupid, kissing her was stupid and it was stupid she kissed him back.

She was so caught up in his lips, lost in the ways his hands touched her skin as he removed her clothes. That she didn't notice he never said he loved her too.

Gasping as he slipped inside of her, rolling her eyes as he attacked her neck with his teeth. All the things she thought about on her loneliest nights. He filled her up perfectly like their bodies were made to connect in this way.

~~~

The clock was inching closer to three am, and Eddie knew he needed to go back home. Y/N was passed out in his arms, her head on his bare chest as he rubbed her naked back. His mind was spinning even worse. He just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend. A best friend he knew he had a crush on for years, but did he love her? Did he even love Chrissy?

Eddie knew he needed to go back to Chrissy. He needed to fix the mess he was making. He pecked Y/N's forehead as he untangled himself from her.

He gave her one last look before he walked out.

~~~

He tried to quietly open the door to his apartment door, moving slowly to close it behind him.

He sighed in relief when he didn't hear any movement from the bedroom. He slowly walked to the room but froze when he saw Chrissy sitting up.

"Three hours? I wonder where the fuck you went for three hours!" She snapped immediately, standing up as she got in his face.

Eddie knew he was guilty and it was easy to tell on his face.

"I'm so sorry." He immediately apologized, trying to reach for her face when she smacked him away.

"For what? What did you do?" She crossed her arms to stop herself from falling into his touch.

"I went to see her," Eddie said quietly.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Chrissy growled. Eddie has never once seen the angry side of Chrissy. She was fuming, her eyes were dark and her tone was slicing through him.

"Yes," Eddie admitted

"Do you love her?" Chrissy asked, this time her words sliced through her. She had a feeling deep down he'd always love Y/N and she was dumb to think she could stand in the way.

"I'm not sure."

"Do you love me?" She threw out another question

"I don't know " he sighed

"That's all I need to know." She smiled at him sadly as she grabbed the suitcase she packed while he was gone.

"WAIT! You're leaving?" He panicked

"Eddie, we've been together for months and you've never looked at me the way you look at her. You don't love me and I'm accepting that. But Eds, you love her and I think you always have. I got in the way and blinded you from her. I was just a distraction." Chrissy admitted. She began to walk towards the front door, Eddie hot on her heels.

"What the fuck do I do?" Eddie asked. His girlfriend - ex-girlfriend knew he had feelings for Y/N before he even did.

"Pick her."

~~~

Y/N woke up to her alarm blaring, squinting her eyes as she turned it off. The time read at four am, which meant Wayne was on his way. She realized the side of her bed was empty. She got out of bed as fast as she could, racing to her front door. She yanked it open and saw his car was gone, he was gone.

She felt her eyes water when she realized he went back home to her. She felt like laughing at herself for being so stupid, but she didn't.

She collected all her boxes and got dressed. She said goodbye to him and that's all she wanted before she left.

He didn't want her, he didn't pick her. Otherwise, he would have said he loved her back. She didn't leave him, he left her.

"Ready, kid?" Wayne asked. Standing in the doorway as he held her key.

"Yes."

~~~

Eddie paced around his apartment for what felt like hours. He saw that it was six am.

All he could think about was Y/N. How she tasted, how she felt, how she smelled, and the way she sounded. He thought about how his body reacted to her in ways he never felt with anyone.

He just needed to pick her.

He raced back out to his car, driving down the familiar roads to get to her. He raced to her door, pounding on it.

Picturing her sleepy eyes as she opened it. Realizing it was him and that he left. Smacking his chest as she vented out. But then he'd wrap his arms around her and say he wanted her. Chrissy was gone and left. They could be happy and be in love the way they were supposed to be.

But she never opened the door.

~~~

A couple years passed and Y/N was alright. She saw Eddie everywhere she went. A boy sipping coffee with his haircut. A guy playing guitar in the park. His familiar cologne surrounded her. She felt like he was haunting her. His face showed up in every stranger she walked past.

He was miles away, and she still felt him. She hated that she'll never forget him.

Eddie never believed in ghosts or spirits. But he felt like she was watching his every move. He swore he could feel her sometimes. He'd see her face in everyone. He felt like if he sat in a quiet room, he could hear her voice again. His shirt from that night used to smell like her, and he hated that her scent was a sniff away from being gone forever. He hated that she left, and he hated that she didn't tell him that night. He hated that he left. He hated that he didn't have the answers she needed at the moment. He was always a fucking minute too late.

~~~

~~~

Nancy and Steve were getting married, and Y/N would never miss this. Nancy sent her an invitation and called her on the phone, the second she said his name, Y/N felt like a teenager all over again.

"Steve invited him, and he accepted. Will you be okay to see him again?" Nancy wanted nothing more than to keep Eddie away from her wedding, but he was a friend of Steve's.

"Yeah. I'll be okay."

That was a huge lie. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of seeing his face again. And knowing this time it was actually him. She felt sick to think if he and Chrissy were still together. If they'd show up together.

But she was going to be there for Nancy and Steve.

As she watched her two best friends get married, she never felt so alone. She hasn't met anyone since Eddie. She was so convinced they'd make it work and be the end for each other. She never spotted Eddie throughout the ceremony, but as each hour passed the more anxious she got.

She was waiting for him to walk through the door and flip her world upside down all over again.

Luckily for her, she had an escape plan. Her flight was right away in the morning and Nancy knew she'd have to leave before the wedding was over.

Three hours passed and he still wasn't there and she felt relieved. She said goodbye to Nancy and Steve, congratulating them on their big day.

She drove to her hotel, never once running into the man that occupied her mind.

~~~

Eddie was swearing at every car that he was stuck behind. He was running three hours late for the wedding, and he tried everything he could to get there to see her. He knew she'd be there, Steve and Nancy were her two best friends other than him.

But traffic and construction had other plans. He finally arrived and raced to search through the crowd. He couldn't spot her anywhere.

"She already left." Steve said, holding Eddie's shoulder as he delivered the news.

Eddie felt everything in him fall apart. He spent the past few years trying to find her everywhere but no one said a word. He hit every dead end and this was his only chance.

But he was just another minute too late.

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[the-sprog]

I think if Danny existed in the same universe as Ash Ketchum, he'd be a fan.

This got really long so I'm just gonna

I'm a believer in "Ash is God[1]'s favorite idiot (positive...?) and so is eternally 10" and also anti the level reset propaganda. I think tales of the kid who went head-to-head with several legendaries[2] and won would probably get around. Maybe they wouldn't know his name, but a general description would make the rounds. A black-haired, dark-eyed kid who is always, always accompanied by a Pikachu. Often seen with some kind of red hat.

I think Danny "God's favorite idiot (Time God[3] edition)" would start looking for this elusive child who seems to be under a similar predicament to him (Hisuian Zorua[4]!Danny anyone? C'mon, this is the Pokédex entry "A once-departed soul, returned to life in Hisui. Derives power from resentment, which rises as energy atop its head and takes on the forms of foes. In this way, Zorua vents lingering malice[5]". He would be the specialest one, though. Because he'd be a green shiny instead of blue. Maybe that would be because he's half dead, not completely so? Or maybe because he'd be artificial, kinda like Type: Null[6]? (I know it isn't the first artificial Pokémon, but he's the first I thought of because of the design being like it's a Frankenstein of other Pokémon). Imagine though. Hisuian Zorua is extinct, right? Because it's from before Sinnoh was called Sinnoh[7]. So he's already a rare Pokémon, but he's not even shiny. He's truly a one of a kind.), though Ash, contrary to popular belief, isn't a Pokémon. Just un-aging.

Here, Danny's parents would be science-y people -maybe even some lower importance Pokémon professors- who don't believe in psychics even though the Pokémon world has people that can do telekinesis, and don't believe that Ghost types were once human, as most of them are said to be, anyway. They therefore believe that all Ghost types are malicious because they prey on people's grief and loss. They'd be the people to find out that Dark types are supereffective against Ghost types[8]. They'd have mostly Dark types with some Normal types as well.

Jazz would be a scholar probably, researching the myths and history around all the legendaries, but especially around Ghost types. She'd become an expert in behaviors from Pokémon like Litwick[9].

Sam would be on the front line, protecting the Ghost types from them. Hiding, harboring, etc all that she can think of. For her own Pokémon that she catches or at least takes care of (maybe she'd be more of an N type of trainer) she'd go more for the aesthetic or for rescued Pokémon (like Ash does quite often) more than their type or their abilities, but I also think she'd vibe with Fighting types a lot. I can see her wanting to be a Pokémon Ranger[10].

Tucker would be your classic inventor wannabe Electric type gym leader, but he'd be one of those hardcore competitive trainers. He'd be excellent at type advantages and IVs grinding, but I also think he'd struggle like Ash did with Charizard and some others. He would sometimes over level them and they'd stop listening to him, get an attitude when they evolve. Stuff like that. He's gotta learn that there's more to Pokémon battles than statistics and the theoretical. I think Ash is gonna end up being the one to teach him this. Also imagining his mom as a Nurse Joy.

However, when the Fentons find a... shiny? Zorua? In their house, posing as their son? They freak out a bit. They know it's not their son because the eyes are the wrong color, even if it speaks with Danny's voice and makes expressions with Danny's face. But they're in Unova. They recognize the Pokémon once it transforms.

Zoruas are known to play tricks on parents. They're Dark types with a mischievous side. They just gotta look for its mama and hope that it has taken Danny by mistake. They decide to take care of it in the meantime, even consider keeping it in case it doesn't have a mama and was using Danny's disappearance to keep itself safe.

Danny doesn't know what to do. At first he thinks about coming clean, but he knows. He knows that whatever invention of theirs blew up in his face didn't just turn him into a Zorua. People don't just turn into any kind of Pokémon. So he doesn't say anything, and plays along. He practices his illusions to try and get his looks as close as he can to before the accident, but it doesn't work for his eyes. No matter what he does, they're green, just like his fur markings when he's tranformed.

But then... Then they realize that it's not an Unovan Zorua.

This Zorus is a Ghost type.

A Ghost type taking Danny's form.

Their baby is dead. It killed him and this… this monster had the audacity to try and, what, replace him?

They start calling him Phantom.

Danny has to run.

It's easier to fake being a kid on a Pokémon journey than a rare version of a rare version of an extinct Pokémon. The only problem is that he's lacking the documents for it. Sam helps out with funding and supplies for the journey, enough to get to Professor Juniper and get a Pokédex, and with that a trainer license. At least until she and Tucker can join him.

They convince their parents to let them go on a journey, somehow. Sam's parents aren't thrilled by their daughter wanting to take part in the fights, they'd much prefer it if she joined Pokémon Contests, but perhaps her grannie Ida used to be a Gym leader of some kind and manages to turn them in Sam's favor. Meanwhile, Tucker's parents knew he wanted to become a Gym leader, so they were prepared and aware he'd one day go and leave the nest, but they'd always assumed Danny would be the one accompanying him, not Sam. They aren't surprised, however, that the kids want to get out after what -supposedly- happened to their friend.

The first few months are absolutely miserable all around. Danny is all alone, he has no Pokémon to defend himself, and he's still figuring out how his own powers work. What's his move set? His ability? And Sam and Tucker aren't fairing much better. They're like Misty and Ash at the very start, or even Iris and Ash. They're making good progress in terms of getting to Danny quickly, but they're not doing good on the Pokémon training part of their Pokémon journey.

Professor Juniper sends the Starters in the mail in the first Gen V game, while in the second Belle is the one to give them to you. I still think Prof. Juniper just. Shipped the Pokéballs over, and I imagine Sam wouldn't be too happy about it. I think she'd choose Tepig (as I said, I think Fighting types and her would vibe), and Tucker for Snivy (his first struggle. Snivys are snarky and a little self centered. if it doesn't want to listen to Tucker, it won't. Tucker gotta earn its respect). They leave Oshawott with Jazz, who promises to help them derail her parents whenver possible and uses Oshawott to sabotage them.

They end up in a kind of "Ash and Team Rocket"-like situation, where Team Phantom gets chased through Unova -and then Alola or whichever other region they decide to escape to- while the Fentons try to catch the Pokémon they're convinced killed their son.

Danny-as-Phantom would get a reputation because of his looks and the general mayhem his parents cause with their chase. Some people would get very curious about this Pokémon, especially Team Rocket. so maybe that's how meeting Ash happens.

Phantom gets separated from Sam and Tucker, maybe they got captured, or are busy distracting the Fentons. Ash ends up trying to console a scared little Zorua, one he's never seen anything like before, before Team Rocket shows up. He puts the little Zorua down behind him and goes:

"When are you going to give up?! I won't let you have Pikachu!"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, twerp. We're not here for Pikachu this time. We're here for that little Zorua behind you."

"Oh. Well, we're not letting you get it, either!"

Cue Pokémon battle.

At this point I imagine Team Phantom got to Alola, so we can also have a Tucker+Sophocles meeting. I'm still not over that kid's name btw.

Ash would be starry-eyed at Tucker. Boy liked tech. Maybe Tuck gets himself a particularly stubborn Pichu during their travels and causes Ash to get flashbacks.

He'd be Phantom's rights n1 protector. Starts batting away all the pokeballs people try to throw at him, like physically getting in the way.

Ooh what if the Thermos is a Ghost type specific MasterBall? It has a 100% catch rate but only with Ghost types. It didn't used to work, but then Danny charged it with one of his moves and -since Ghost moves are supereffective on Ghost types- it charged it perfectly. Danny uses it to catch rowdy Ghost types, of whom he's slowly becoming the King without realizing. Arceus started this whole thing that he couldn't stand Danny, but Dialga really liked the guy so he let him meet Ash to see how it would go and damn. Ash likes him. I mean, it's hard for Ash to hate truly hate someone, so it's not that surprising, but now Arceus finds Itself incapable of taking Danny away from Dialga. Sure! It can keep the kid! Whatever! They all want to be like It nowadays >:( copycats.

Danny is close to becoming a mystical pokémon due to all he does and the myths he's causing during his journey, but Arceus isn't convinced it's a good idea for him to have that status. First of all, because Darkrai might riot, second of all because it hasn't been that long and Danny is still, at the very least partially, a human child.

Shut up, It's not being hypocritical >:( it's fine when It does it.

But also Danny can now communicate with all pokémon with ease. He's not a Ditto, so he still can't fully comprehend some specific pokémon languages, like Electric types communicating via electric currents, but he gets around.

He doesn't like playing translator, though, and Pikachu learns that pretty quickly when pi starts to try and pester him to convince him to tell pi's trainer all about their journey from the beginning from pi's perspective. Danny makes it to the bike stealing before he uses an illusion to vanish.

Pikachu just has a lot of feelings about it all, ok? Pi loves Ash so much and pi wants him to know! Wants to talk about Ash-Greninja, about the Kalos Crisis, about Latias, about Delia, about N, about all the pokémon they left behind, about the pokeballs, about evolution.

Pi also wants more ketchup, but it's low on pi's list of priorities.

Danny isn't up for playing mediator, however. Though he might mention the ketchup stuff. Just to piss pi off.

@jadenoryuu hope you don't mind the tag, I thought you might have ideas or just like this one lol no pressure.

Husuian Zorua can learn some Ice type moves, I'm imagining Lillie's Alola Vulpix learning with him.

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[danisbrainrot]

yellowjackets as taylor swift albums (I'm bored). this became deeper than I meant for it to go OMG. whoops, anyways, enjoy:

1. tai: reputation. oh my god this girl is soooo in love with van, and at the end of the day, that's what reputation is. a love album. yeah it's got a little revenge in it, but overall, it's about being in love with someone who was there for you at your most vulnerable. and who's always been there for tai, adult AND teen timeline? VAN!

2. van: 1989! it's nostalgic, fun, iconic but still has the emotional rawness that flows throughout all of taylor's albums. everyone thinks 1989 is just heaps of fun, but it has this emotional intensity to it that once you look closer to it, you realise how much of a masterpiece it is. also, it just gives me van vibes tbh.

3. jackie: lover. she's so insecure about being in a relationship with who she thinks is the love of her life (shauna) in case she fucks it up (spoiler alert, she does). taylor also wrote this album as a last hurrah, to prove she had more stories to tell, and I think that ties in nicely to jackie's character. her insecurity forces her to try and prove herself to shauna, and show her best friend how much she loves her.

4. shauna: she's a red girlie. taylor's most emotionally raw album (besides ttpd) and she just gives the vibes. this is taylor's first heartbreak album (like how jackie's death was shauna's first heartbreak), and it's so intense that it takes a few listens to understand, but once you do, you realise it's an album about a girl with big heart learning how to recover from the devastation of losing someone she loves deeply.

5. lottie: folklore!! I love my little baby. this album was written in isolation, and you can definitely hear it in some of taylor's lyrics, and I just feel like that's lottie's character. the isolated girl who's held up to a higher standard than everyone else.

6. nat: ttpd. okay, i was tossing up between giving this to nat or travis, but then I remembered the adult timeline and went with nat. when I first heard this album, it reminded me of her purposeless speech. it's also an album where taylor was going through a manic phase, and if that isn't nat, I don't know what is. she's just lost the love of her life, and then she's kidnapped by lottie's cult and promised so many wonderful things, that she believes it—only for it to end in tragedy.

7. misty: she gives off such speak now vibes. she has so much she wants to prove, and she's reeling from being in love with a man much older than her.

8. travis: evermore. he's such a tragic little guy, that the album suits him. I really just think of happiness, marjorie and right where you left me because he's stuck in the past. he literally kills himself (accidentally I know, I know) because he's so trapped in the wilderness despite being free from it. this album has always given me: depressed sad, compared to its sister albume: folklore, which gives me angry sad. and while he's definitely more angry then lottie, he's got this deep sadness in him that echoes evermore.

9. mari: midnights. okay I don't know how to explain it better than this is how I interpret mari. she's the first to throw herself into believing lottie because she's scared and when I think of midnights, I think of how scared taylor was at losing her relationship and joe that she ignores her feelings. and mari ignores her feelings because if she really thinks about it, I don't think she'd be able to handle herself, i.e. being trapped in the woods, eating jackie.

10. javi: taylor swift (debut). just the innocence and naïvety of the album. it's her first album, she wrote and released at 15/16 so there's a lot of childish beliefs and hopes, which I think javi has—but there's still an underlying feeling of heartbreak. he tries to be a kid, but is still traumatised.

11. laura lee: fearless!! this is purely based on the album title. I mean, learning to fly a plane just to save her friends? this album is probably my least favourite, so you're not going to get a lot of analysis, but the few times I've listened to it, I understand it's about having faith things will work out (this might be wrong, but that's what I'm choosing to believe about it). and her faith makes her believe she can do anything, including save her friends. omg I love her so much <333

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[childofmattel]

Vivi-Design EAH Fancast 2.0 (Pt.3)

I'm back from the dead. Sorry for being MIA for a while but I'm back now. I'm doing Pt.3 of my @vivi-designs EAH Recast.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/childofmattel/735536666910015488/vivi-design-eah-fancast-20-pt-1

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/childofmattel/735638317217021952/vivi-design-eah-fancast-20-pt2

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/childofmattel/739542620483747840/vivi-design-eah-fancast-20-pt4

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/childofmattel/739611898471923712/vivi-design-eah-fancast-20-pt5

Anyways let's get to it.

Adara Lael as Holly O'Hair

I know her from this Christmas movie I was forced to watch. (I forgot the name) I think that she'd make an amazing Holly O'Hair but idk. I just really like this fancast even if the actress is a little underrated.

Loren Janae Poppy O'Hair

I'm glad I found actresses that were actually twins. I think she and her sister really match with Vivi's idea with them.

Siena Agudong as Cerise Hood

I was debating changing Cerise's FC but I feel like Siena Agudong is honestly the perfect fit. Idk if she's tall like Cerise is described to me but I don't think her height is the most pivotal role of her character.

Queenie Mae Villaluz as Ramona Badwolf

If you guys don't listen to Boys World (and you like Pop) you totally should, they're so good. I think Olivia Rodrigo matched vivi's Pinterest aesthetic of Ramona but I feel like overall Queenie fits as Rosabella Badwolf. Although she's not an actress I feel like she fits as Ramona.

Jack Pililaau as Tucker

I'm keeping the same fc for Tucker cuz why not.

Adrian Lyles as Sparrow Hood

I wanted to cast someone a little younger for Vivi-design's EAH because even though Bryant Barnes is a good FC I think he's a little too old to be playing a teenager even if it is just a fancast. If this were to actually be a live-action show I think Adrian Lyles would fit as Sparrow.

Hanni Pham as Duchess Swan

There needs to be more Vietnamese representation in Hollywood because it was not easy finding one. Hanni Pham is also a dancer like Duchess and even though she's not an actress I think look-wise she can portray Duchess.

Sean Kaufman as Hopper Croakington II

I think he looks a lot like the Hopper in vivi's art, although he doesn't have red hair which really doesn't matter.

Brianna Reed as C.A. Cupid

While scrolling through Cupid's pinterest I saw this picture and was like "automatically yes." Look at this picture and tell me this isn't a perfect Cupid.

Marsai Martin as Blondie Lockes

I saw on fancast on Tiktok and I haven't been able to get it out of mind. I just love the idea of Marsai as Blondie Lockes. And this picture with the blonde braids is stunning. She'd be a great Blondie.

Shahadi Wright Joseph as Cedar Wood

No changes. Shahadi Wright Joseph forever.

Maripaz Romero as Rosabella Beauty

Like vivi's Rosabella she has a prosthetic leg. Speaking of I just want to take a moment to appreciate all the rep Vivi-design's EAH has. I do love EAH but come to think of it -- it was really white so all this rep makes me happy.

Anyways that's part 3, again sorry for the long hiatus. For my Re-Cast I'm planning to do more parts, including one with the EAH character's parents.

#ever after high #eah #eah headcanons #eah fancast #ever after high fancast #holly o'hair #poppy o'hair #cerise hood #ramona badwolf #ramona wolf #merry men #tucker #sparrow hood #duchess swan #hopper croakington ii #c.a cupid #blondie lockes #cedar wood #rosabella beauty