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Final Girl (Part 2)
Final Girl Series Masterlist (currently updated parts 1 - 9 and extras) 
A/N this one’s a bit of a filler but it’s needed and i’m looking forward to part 3!! a scene in part 3 inspired this entire fic :)) also i love feedback!! comments make my day and motivate me to write :)) so if you’re so inclined,, i’d love to hear your thoughts :) 
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Fandom: (original) Scream
Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at  Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s.
Chapter Summary: The only good thing that’s come from Casey’s murder and your injuries is that your good friends Billy and Stu are determined to help you. 
also i made the reader’s birthday Halloween bc it helps the plot and i love halloween and am so jealous of fall birthdays!! So on the really good chance that your birthday isn’t on Halloween, just go with it!! Also I named the mom character bc the reader’s connection to her mom is kinda specific and relevant for plot and that felt easier lol 
Warnings: maybe a tiny bit too fluffy in some parts but there’s a reason for it!! also gaslighting and the beginning of emotional manipulation (it’s billy and stu, y’all should’ve expected it lol)
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I’ve always hated hospitals. Waking up with bandages I don’t remember getting placed on me just to receive the news of Casey’s death certainly hasn’t made me grow fonder of them. If anything, each additional second I spend in this hospital cot adds to the agony in my body.
“Miss L/n, are you feeling any better?” Nurse Samantha’s voice is cautious and smooth, but not overly peppy like Nurse Molly’s. 
In another life, in another situation, I might have really liked Nurse Samantha. She gave me extra Jell-O when she noticed that it was the only thing from my tray that I picked at. She was the only one willing to be honest about Casey’s death with me. But this isn’t another life or situation, so when I look at her, all I can think about is what it felt like to wake up here. Alone. 
But that’s not her fault, so instead of attempting to get out of this damn bed again, I just nod slowly. “A little.” My voice is so hollow and hoarse that it sounds wrong in my ears. 
She waits for me to clear my throat before speaking again. “Your boyfriends are here to see you, but if you’re not up for visitors--” 
“Boyfriends?” My voice is slightly less gritty than it was when I first spoke. “I don’t have a boyfriend, let alone a plural amount of them.” 
Nurse Samantha’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, my apologies,” she then tilts her head slightly, leaning against the doorframe of the hospital room. “But you might want to consider breaking that news to the two boys that have been harassing our receptionist since a little after you arrived.” 
My eyebrows draw together in confusion. What is she--
“You said she was awake, which meant she could take visitors, so take us--” 
Yeah, even in my state, that voice cleared everything up. “Billy.” 
He’s close enough to Nurse Samatha to tower over her, but when he snaps his head in my direction, all sense of anger is gone. In an instant, he’s in my room. I must be more out of it than I thought, because I’m slightly surprised when Stu comes in right behind him. 
“Visiting hours are technically over, but considering what you’ve been through and the late time you were brought in, I can make a bit of an exception. If you need anything, press the call button.” 
I nod again, a little more grateful for Nurse Samatha than I was before. Not only do I love the idea of not being alone here, I’m also glad she decided to let Billy and Stu in before they got irritated. I know I haven’t known them that long, but I think Billy has a bit more of a temper than he’d like to let on, and Stu takes not getting his way personally. 
“Okay, thank you.” 
She disappears down the hall after a quick nod of her head. 
Billy has pulled forward one of the hospital room’s chairs so that he’s sitting as close to my bed as possible. He grabs my hand as soon as he’s settled. His fingers are squeezing mine so tightly it’s slightly uncomfortable. “Hi.”
His greeting is oddly hesitant, maybe even a little nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Billy this unsure before. “Hey.” 
The silence that falls over us after that is serious. Much too serious for Stu to just stand on the sidelines in silence. Actually, it’s weird that Stu’s on the sidelines at all. What’s his deal? He never needs an excuse to be touchy and now that I actually need a hug, he’s choosing to keep his distance. Where was this restraint when I made eye contact with a cute boy during lunch and Stu decided that that’d be the perfect time to rest his head on my shoulder? 
I tear my gaze away from Billy’s hard stare, ready to call out Stu for being so weird. But then I see his expression. His face is oddly pale and his eyes are wide and kind of blank. 
“Stu, I’m fine, you can’t catch a concussion.”
Instead of taking the out and making some kind of joke, Stu’s expression falls even more. “A concussion?” 
Oh. Maybe Stu’s more worried than I thought. “Relax, we don’t know anything for sure. Concussions can take up to days to form, it hasn’t been long enough.” He doesn’t seem eased. “Would you stop looking at me like that? I’m fine, Casey’s the one that--” My voice catches on itself. Nope—still can’t even say it. “Would you please just come over here and be normal? I’m tired and I-I really want to pretend that I’m not in a hospital and I can’t do that with you staring at me like I’m on death’s doorstep.” 
His eyebrows draw together, but all he does is shove his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Stu,” Billy’s voice comes out so low and harsh I find myself gaping at him. “Y/n is asking you for one thing. For you to be normal.” 
On a normal night, I’d brush off their tension with some kind of joke or laugh. It’s not the first time I’ve ever witnessed the way they disappear into each other. A slightly longer than average glance or a simple sentence is all it takes to initiate one of their silent exchanges. Whenever they get like that, I can’t help but wonder what they’re like when they’re alone. 
Stu nods once, the motion oddly stiff, but then his eyes move so that he’s looking at me. And just like that, they’re back. Stu shuffles towards me. He moves like he wants to hug me but can’t figure out a tactful way to do it with all the wires connected to me. He settles for a gentle, barely there shoulder squeeze. It’s so awkward and unusually gentle I find an unexpected fondness tugging at my chest. 
He lets go of me, his hand moving forward to allow the knuckle of his pointer finger to graze the edge of the cotton bandage on my forehead. “It’s okay, Stu.” When he doesn’t ease, I continue, “No stitches. Doctor said it won’t even scar.” 
With that, Stu softens completely. He grabs the hand that Billy isn’t holding. “Won’t even scar, huh?” 
His easiness is infectious. “Nope.” 
“Good thing, too,” Billy says, “Wouldn’t want anything hurting that pretty face.”
My eyes widen slightly, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Shut up, I’m a total mess right now. I’m literally in the hospital.” 
“And you still look like an angel.” If I thought that the earlier comment had me struggling to form a coherent thought, this is something else. I hate how stunned into silence I am, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s totally reveling in my reaction. “Don’t even think a scar could make you less pretty.” 
Weakly, I try to cover how sentimental I’m feeling. “I almost got murdered, you have to be nice to me.” 
Billy exaggeratedly frowns. “I’m always nice to you.” 
I pretend to contemplate his words. “Mm...nice-ish.” 
There’s something oddly comforting about Billy’s mock gasp. It’s a display of the softer side of him that I’ve only ever caught glimpses of. “Now who’s mean?”
“Still you.” 
Billy rolls his eyes at Stu’s reply. I turn, expression easing at the look on Stu’s face. “You’re on my side?” 
“Always,” he hums pleasantly, thumb running along my knuckles. He’s definitely lying. Billy and Stu seem to understand each other in way that I’ve never seen between two people, but the gesture is still nice.
The realization that I’m really glad that they’re here settles into me comfortably, in a content sort of way. “I’m happy you guys are here.”
Stu tilts his head, his free hand moving to gently catch my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. I blink, eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. He’s staring, analyzing me with a focus I didn’t think he was capable of. “You’re cute when you’re high.” My lips part in protest, but before I can get any words out, Stu continues, “You probably watched your friend get gutted, they definitely gave you something strong.” 
I frown, sinking further into the hospital bed without thinking about it. Noticing my reaction, Billy throws a dirty look in Stu’s direction before leaning over me in order to punch Stu’s arm. “Shut up.”
“What? She knows I didn’t mean it in any bad way.” He then turns to look back at me. “You know that, right?” 
I’m not exactly in the mood to brush off Stu’s insensitivity the way I normally would, and I don’t think I have the energy to humor him--but I also can’t bring myself to alienate them. I nod once, the motion tired and vague.
Billy runs his thumb over my knuckles gingerly, brining my attention back to him. “You did say you wanted him to be normal.” 
At that, I almost laugh. “Yeah, that’s on me.” A moment of silence passes, and for whatever reason, I don’t like it. “Y’know, I didn’t see anything. I-I was knocked out before it happened.” I can’t believe I’m talking about this. “I didn’t even know what happened to Casey until one of the nurses told me so that I’d cooperate with police questioning.” 
“The police already questioned you?” Billy’s question comes out too fast, too urging. “We’ve been waiting to be able to see you for hours, we didn’t know if y--” 
“Billy.” Some hard to name aspect of his personality takes on a darker shade, but he does stop ranting. So much for getting used to slightly more lighthearted Billy. “If it makes you feel any better, I was asleep for most of the time. One of the nurses had to borderline sedate me because I kept trying to pull out my IV and disconnect the heart monitor.” 
Instead of finding humor in my admission, the corner of Billy’s mouth turns downwards. 
“Why?” Stu asks Billy’s silent question before tacking on something to ease the tension, “This stuff looks important.” 
My nose wrinkles. There’s no good way to describe the panic I felt when I woke up here. No way to summarize the need I felt to be anywhere but the hospital. The desire to see Casey and be told that everything was just a bad dream. “Just didn’t want to be here,” I explain weakly, “I didn’t know what was going on and I freaked.” 
Stu’s eyebrows draw together. I’m too tired to hide the way I study him. It’s not that he’s never serious (though it is kind of rare), but there’s something strange beneath the way he’s looking at me. His eyes seem dark, tired and emphasized by the bruise forming near the top of his cheek.
Now it’s my turn to frown openly. Slowly, I pull my fingers from his grasp. Stu lets me move my hand towards his face with no reaction until my fingers just barely graze the line of barely formed purple.
He catches my wrist between his pointer finger and thumb, his grip just a little too tight. “You okay, angel?” 
The nickname leaves my face a degree or two warmer. Stu grins in a way that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Your face is bruised--what happened?” 
“You’re in the hospital and you’re worried about me?” He lets out a breath, demeanor shifting back into something easier.
I roll my eyes, glad that his strange worry is passing. “Shut up.” 
His hold on my wrist loosens. Stu twists my hand in order to press a quick kiss to the inside of my wrist, right above my pulse. “Billy and I were going to watch a movie. He threw the tape at me a little too hard when I wasn’t paying attention. Between you and me, I think he did it on purpose.” 
Billy sighs, throwing a mean look in Stu’s direction. “I told you I was going to give it to you right before--” 
“Yeah, give not throw--” 
“You were right next to the VC--” 
“Guys.” My interruption isn’t particularly loud, but they both instantly shut up. On a normal night, I really doubt that would have worked. I guess being in the hospital has its perks. “I’ve dealt with enough conflict.” 
After a second, Billy concedes, “You’re right.” He squeezes my hand once, eyes softening. “I can’t believe the police questioned you right after you woke up. You must have been so confused,” his thumb runs up and down my knuckles, “Probably still are. You can’t be sure about anything you picked up on.” 
An uneasy feeling I can’t name settles in my chest. The police were the ones that insisted on speaking to me as soon as possible, but if I accidentally gave them anything that leads to an inaccurate lead, I’m not sure I’d be able to forgive myself. “It was a man, I know that. I know that I wasn’t confused about that.” That was something I told the officers confidently. The voice on the other line was masculine and distinct and my attacker was too large and tall to likely be a woman. “I didn’t really remember anything else.” 
The memories of right before are seared into my mind perfectly. Casey and her polaroid camera, the phone, the popcorn. Or--or was it the other way around? Did I make the popcorn before or after the phone call? Did Casey come in with the movies before or after she took those pictures of me? 
What were her last words? 
I can’t remember them and for some reason, that makes me feel guilty. He wants to talk to you. That’s when she gave me the phone for the last time. The phone I threw at the killer’s head. Did it hit him? And then she screamed. Wait, no, she clasped her hand over her mouth. She didn’t scream until the glass broke. And then...there was a second scream much later, a much more pained, animalistic sound. 
My mouth goes dry. That might have been the last sound Casey ever made. I heard it, but I was too busy trying to escape the killer to pick up on it. Which would mean she was killed while I was being attacked. Which means...
“Hey, don’t think about it too hard. Don’t think about anything too hard, you said it yourself, you hit your head.” Billy’s voice is soft yet assured. He’s right, I know he’s right, and yet I can’t snap out of it. 
“I,” my throat aches, a part of me regrets sending away the nurse before she could bring me ice chips, “I think there were two of them.” 
The admission is so slow and unsure I instantly feel the need to defend it. “Maybe. I-I mean, I don’t--” I squeeze my eyes shut so tightly all I can see are stars that turn my stomach. The sharp ache in my head is returning. “I didn’t remember before, but now that I’m thinking about it--Casey ran while I was being attacked and I heard her scream. And not just a scared scream, it was the kind of scream that victims in a scary movie let out right before they die. I think what happened to Casey happened while I was still awake. Which would mean there were two of them.” 
The two gape at me before glancing at each other. Their silence feels like some kind of reproach that tears at my insides. Stu breaks the quiet with a laugh. A loud, free kind of laugh that’s usually only ever used after the kind of inappropriate joke that earns him some kind of scolding from Tatum. 
“You’re cute,” Stu hums with the kind of fondness a parent would use towards a child that proudly declares insanely unrealistic goals. Sure you’ll be the first president in space, here, have a gold star for being so creative. “This isn’t one of those books you read or a project for newspaper. This is about a real murderer that probably got hard watching you try to fight him off of you and finished to the feeling of killing Casey.” 
I flinch. A full body, knee jerk reaction that has me pulling both of my hands away from them. Blinking, I cross my arms across my chest. I’m tired and the irritated frustration and embarrassment running through me aren’t making things easier.
The look on my face is probably only making me look more childish. I’m only a grade behind them, but it’s come up before. Only in a semi-joking way after a particularly naive reaction to something. Like the time Stu made a vague sex joke that everyone rolled their eyes at but I missed. Need me to explain it, kid. Stu had said, emphasizing the nickname to further embarrass me before Tatum smacked him in the arm. If she’s a kid, then that was a total pedo move. 
Billy punches Stu’s arm again. This time he’s harsher. “You’re an asshole.” Billy then looks at me, expression placid with understanding. “Do you really think there were two of them?” 
“I--” Now my already rickety train of thought feels even more unsteady. “I don’t know. It was just a thought. My memory of right before has been kind of iffy.”  I scratch the back of my wrist, eyes focused on where my skin meets the plastic of the IV. “But shouldn’t I say something? Just in case? The police said that if I remembered anything a little more I should call.” 
“You’re the one in AP Psych--aren’t most serial killers loners?” 
The urge to rip off the tape that’s holding the IV in place leaves my fingers itching to do something. I tap my nails against thin hospital sheets. “We don’t talk about that kinda stuff, but yeah, I guess.” 
Billy’s gaze flits away from my hands and towards my face. “So that means it’s unlikely for there to be two of them.” That’s a fair point, or at least, a point that’s a lot fairer than Stu’s. “You can say something if you want, but they’re so desperate for leads they questioned you right away. And we both know that police officers aren’t necessarily the most driven.” He’s gently referencing my mother’s boyfriend, who’s a cop and the bane of my existence. Billy and Stu both know exactly how I feel about him. “What if it does more harm than good?” 
I frown, letting his words slowly sink in. Maybe if my head felt less sore and my body less far away, I’d be reacting a little more. “Yeah,” I mumble, “I’ll wait, see if it’s something I actually remember or not.”
The corner of Billy’s mouth turns upwards. “Good, would hate to throw off your step-dad.” 
My glare is violent, which only fuels his smile. “That man is not my step-father. You know that.”
“Leave her alone, Billy,” Stu mumbles. I turn my head forward, gaze shifting upwards. Stu’s eyes are softer than they’ve been all night. He reaches for me, expression falling when I pull my hand back at the last second. “Aw, baby, don’t be like that.” My hand stays near my chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for laughing, I’m sorry for what I said about you and your friend.” I try to glare at him through my lashes, but the look feels like more of a pout than anything. “Don’t give me that look.” He moves his hand again, placing it on my cheek before I can protest. “C’mon, hurting your feelings is like kicking a puppy.” 
Some instinct forces me to ease into the contact. Even though my shift is small, Stu picks up on it, because of course he does. My reaction unfortunately encourages him. His thumb gently brushes up and down my cheek. “Then don’t be mean.” 
It’s a sad attempt at holding onto my anger, and I’m sure all three people in the room know it. “Promise,” Stu nods, “Anything you want.” I thought he was laying it on thick as some kind of joke, but when I look into his eyes, I don’t see anything that indicates his usual brand of teasing humor. “I’ll even watch one of those lame chick flicks you’re always talking about with the girls.” 
A small, awkward noise that’s a hybrid of a scoff and a laugh escapes me. “Clueless may be my guilty pleasure, but it is not lame.” 
Stu kind of smiles, but he’s still stiff. “Still. I’ll watch it, whatever you want.” His touch loses all sense of hesitance. “You know I’d-I’d never hurt you. Not really hurt you.” 
“Stu.” Billy’s voice comes out a little too heavy, but I can’t look away from Stu.
“I’d never do anything to really hurt you, angel, you know that, right?” There’s something urging about the way he’s speaking. He’s waiting for an answer. 
I think of Stu, who I’ve only known for a little while but also forever somehow in a weird way. Stu, who’s always throwing an arm around my shoulders. Stu, who seems to know when I’m getting nervous before I do. Stu, who is always willing to hold my hand or say the wrong thing when I need a laugh. Stu, who’s always touching me but I’ve never thought twice about it until right now because he’s like that with everyone. 
Still, though, there’s usually something a little strange about the way his touch feels. More often than not, there’s a tension I don’t understand beneath his fingertips. Like he’s almost always trying to restrain the urge to hold on harder, to squeeze tighter, to keep pushing. 
I don’t know what that’s about, but I know that he always stops. That he’s never caused me any real pain. For all I know, he’s just so energetic that he has to constantly remind himself of his own strength. “Yeah, I know, Stu.”
My words are too honest. Something in Stu relaxes and that’s when I realize he wants me to be sure enough for the both of us. It’s an incredibly unfair--and weird--thing to ask for. 
Something flickers across Stu’s expression, but it’s quickly replaced by a grin. A genuine one. He leans down, pressing a shocking kiss to my forehead. My gaping doesn’t take away from his enthusiasm. “Does this mean I’m going to actually have to watch that movie?” 
“Oh, one hundred percent. No chance of getting out of it. Billy too.” 
Billy’s eyebrows draw together. “I didn’t make you any promises.” 
I feign a hurt look as best I can, turning my head to better face Billy. “I, your friend, was almost murdered and you can’t put aside your surprisingly good, but let’s admit it, pretentious taste for one movie?” He gives me a hard look, but it lacks any bite. “You know, if the killer comes back for me, you’re going to feel so guilty about saying no.” Billy must feel a little bad for me in some sense because at least he’s letting me continue this rant. “It’ll haunt you--I’ll haunt you.” 
He tilts his head downwards, the front strands of his hair falling forward. It’s an attempt to distract from the fact that he almost smiled. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.” 
I roll my eyes dramatically. “That was like the least important part of my argument.” 
“It was the main part of your argument.” Billy ignores my extremely pointed sigh. “Fine, compromise: a movie I pick, and then after, we can play your movie.” 
Biting my tongue, I fight down a grin and force myself to narrow my eyes. “Nothing too gore-y or stab-y.” 
“Deal.” He sighs the word like he can’t believe what he’s been conned in to. 
The feeling of having enough influence over these two to get them to agree to something like this leaves me beaming. They’re likely going to complain the whole time, but still, it’s the thought that counts. “No take backs, even when I’m out of the hospital.” A subconscious part of my mind begs me to yank out the IV and try to get out of here. “Which should be as soon as my mom gets here.” 
My mom and Wells were on a date--a show and a fancy dinner somewhere two towns over. The nurses and police assured me that my mom had been contacted, and that she was doing all she could to get here as soon as possible. But with traffic and the amount of time it took for them to get ahold of her, I’m not surprised that Billy and Stu beat her here. Actually, no, it is a little surprising. We didn’t have plans together that I missed and I’m not sure they’ve ever called me unexpectedly. Who told them I was here?
“How’d you guys know I was here?” The question is just as unexpected to me as it is to them. 
“Stu was over when your mom called me,” Billy says, ignoring the way I raise my eyebrows, “She said she still had my number from the time you called me from her phone when we were working on that history project, remember?” I nod, still in disbelief. 
Billy has been in my house twice. Both times were to work on the same project. My mom spent both of those times watching him like he was a danger to my entire future. I think in her head she was being subtle, but I can’t blame Billy for noticing. 
I give him a semi apologetic look. “You’re making it sound like my mom hates you.” He gives me a look that silently asks if I’m kidding. “She doesn’t hate you.” 
“Really?” 
“She doesn’t!” I sigh once, my face already feeling warm as I struggle to figure out how to best word my thoughts. “She doesn’t hate you, she just--” Ugh, there’s no non awkward way to say this. "On Halloween, I’m going to be 17. That’s the same age she was when she had me. She just worries and she’s going to keep worrying and giving any guy I’m friends with a hard time until I’m in college.” 
Billy pauses, letting the implications of my explanation sink in. With no warning, he pulls the sheets down just enough to expose a bit of my thigh. “So she’s worried that I’m gonna knock you up,” he teases, punctuating the comment by quickly pinching the newly exposed skin. 
My face has never been this hot in my life. I laugh, the sound somehow both lighthearted and nervous. “Shut. Up.”
Another rough yet brief pinch to exposed skin leaves me almost jumping out of my skin. I look up at Stu, glaring as he barely attempts to fight down a laugh. “Stu!” 
“What? I could knock you up just as easily.” 
I let out a sound that’s basically a snort. "That’s such a weird thing to want to be included in.” 
Stu half shrugs, placing a hand back on my thigh. Instead of pinching me again or doing something brief, he comfortably moves his hand up and down the expanse of visible skin. “The process would be fun.”
He’s joking, He’s joking. This is Stu--he’s definitely joking. Snap out of it, don’t be weird. I blink, coming to some sort sense. Pulling my legs forward, in an attempt to brush him off, I force myself to meet his gaze. “Fun for you maybe.” 
“I’d rock your world, babe.” I’m ready to roll my eyes, but before I can Stu moves his hand, pressing it firmly into my upper thigh. He slides his hand forward, his fingertips digging into the start of my inner thigh. I struggle against the instinctual need to press my thighs together. “You’d be begging to go again before we even finished.” 
In all fairness, I should have known better than to challenge one of those kinds of joke coming from Stu. He doesn’t know when to stop and doesn’t feel satisfied until I’m flustered. My brain must be as mushy as it feels, because I find myself digging my heels into the sand. “Pretty sure you’re all talk.” 
He tilts his head downwards, eyes darkening. “I’ll prove you wrong right now.” His fingers press even deeper into my skin. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found small, fingerlike bruises on my thigh tomorrow. 
“Mhm,” I manage after a long second, “There’s a supply closet in the hallway, give me a second to disconnect from all this and I’ll meet you there.” His expression is too good for me not to laugh. “Relax, I’m messing with you.”
“Haha,” he mumbles dryly, but makes no attempt to move his hand. And for some reason that I’m sure is head trauma or pain killer related, I don’t do anything to get him off of me. “You’re hilarious.” 
I poorly suppress another laugh. Stu frowns. Oh my god. There’s no way he’s going to be a baby about this. He’s the one that found a reason to put his hand between my legs and I haven’t smacked him upside the head for it. “Don’t pout. You had to have known I was kidding the entire time.” 
“Yeah, if she wanted to go to the supply closet with anyone, it’d be me.” I’m not sure if I’m more surprised by Billy’s comment or the way he says it. He’s much more evidently joking than Stu. The look he gives me after makes that clear. 
But there’s still something pointed about the way he said it. Pointed in a way that’s not meant for me. It’s another thing between him and Stu. I know I should make some kind of equally teasing comment just to keep everything normal, but I can’t help but sneak a glance at Stu. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something distinct about the turn of his head. More pressure is added to my thigh. Okay--that’s starting to become uncomfortable. 
“Alright,” I finally decide on, forcing a partial laugh into my voice, “We are dangerously close to either a bunch of threesome jokes or another one of those play fights over me.” I grab Stu’s hand by the wrist, moving it off my thigh before relaxing my legs. “And I do not have the energy for either.” 
Stu turns his hand over in order to press our palms together. I let him link our fingers. “You brought up threesomes pretty quickly.” 
My mouth falls open. “What?” 
“Fantasy or--” 
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Stuart.”
He holds up his free hand in defense, but he doesn’t have a chance to make some kind of comment. 
“Oh my god!” I’d know that panicked gasp anywhere. It’s been the same my entire life. One of my earliest memories includes that exact same shout, a bloody knee, and a tricycle that let me fall off the side walk and onto the (thankfully empty) road. 
Mom! “Okay, i know--” 
“Don’t you dare try to calm me down!” She reaches me in a flurry of motion that’s so her I can’t help but feel comforted. Stu steps out of the way after a second and my mom closes the distance between us, her fingers gripping the bed’s railing. “Oh my god, a concussion? You could be one of those professional football players--don’t they all have to retire early?” 
She presses the back of her palm to my forehead like I might have some kind of fever. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if she demanded the doctors perform more tests on me because something about me didn’t feel right. “Mom, be serious. Since when do you know anything about football?” 
Ignoring my response, she moves to cup my cheek. “I am so sorry it took me so long to get here. We were in the theatre when they first called and our cell phones were completely off. Never again.”
There’s so much emotion in her eyes I find myself feeling a lot less calm about everything. “It’s fine, how could you have known?” She’s still staring at me with so much maternal concern. Being so directly motherly is rare in our dynamic. If anything, I’ve spent just as much of my life parenting her as she has raising me. “I slept for most of the time, and when I woke up I had good company.” 
At that, my mom looks at Stu, analyzing his appearance. I’m ready to squirm for him. She then shifts her gaze to Billy and I bite my tongue to resist making some kind of joke. 
Her lips part and I fight the urge to interject, but then all she says is, “Thank you. I-I couldn’t think of anyone else I could call so late that knew her.” 
Billy’s expression is blank, but his silence lets me know that he’s as surprised as me. “No problem,” he finally settles on, “Wouldn’t have wanted her here all alone.” 
My mom nods once. She then looks over at Stu, “We haven’t met. I’m Gloria, Y/n’s mom.” 
I have spent my entire life dealing with reactions to people finding out my mom is my mom. I love her to death, but I don’t always love the way guys my age react. She’s pretty, I can’t be mad about that, but she’s also young and cool and I’ve had guy friends be super weird about it in the past. And she’s wearing a date night outfit. A dress that’s just a little too short that I’m pretty sure she stole out of my closet. 
And I know Stu. I know that he rarely filters through his thoughts before speaking. “I’m Stu,” he says normally, “I was over at Billy’s when you called.” 
My mom nods, processing the information before turning her attention back to me. I draw my eyebrows together, giving Stu a look. “Did they run tests on you?” 
“Yeah.” 
Answering was pointless, she’s already turning towards the hall. My mom waves down some poor, unsuspecting nurse. “You--I’m her mother,” she points back to me, “I want-I want her chart read to me, and I want every single possible test you could run done.” The doctor blinks. “If it’s something that could have been harmed, I want it checked out, I don’t care how unlikely--” 
“Ma’am,” the nurse finally says, “I can personally assure that your daughter received excellent care. I worked with her myself and her vitals have been regularly checked. I understand that this is an emotional time, but--” 
“If you tell me to calm down, I will sue this entire damn hospital and then find a way to personally sue you.” She takes a breath to prepare for her upcoming war path. “So go get a doctor. Now.” 
The nurse’s tired eyes widen before he scurries off. “Mom!” She turns to me, giving me a look that’s barely apologetic. “Relax a little, okay? They ran like a thousand tests on me already. They even said that if you approved, I could leave tonight.” 
“No way,” she gasps the words like the thought alone offended her. An instinctual, embarrassing whine escapes me. “Sorry, kid, complain all you want but you’re overnighting it.” 
Even though Billy and Stu are literally right here, I pout. “That’s so unfair! When you had complications after getting your appendix out, you signed yourself out even though everyone thought it was a bad idea.” 
“Totally different situations and you know it.” I glare at her. “Look, I know I’ve made a point of not doing this too often, but I’m pulling the mom card.” She ignores my frown, “Wells is already making calls and seeing what he can do--and do not roll your eyes, he is not some ‘monster that’s trying to ruin your life’.” 
“I only called him that once,” I mumble petulantly. “And you’re in my dress.” It’s a stupid thing to point out, but she’s being completely unreasonable. 
“You left home this morning in my skirt.” Ugh, why does she always have to have some kind of point? “I’m going to tell Wells that we’re staying.” 
Leaving no room for argument, my mom turns on her heels and leaves the room. Once it’s just the three of us again, an unfamiliar shyness rises up my chest. I know feeling awkward is such a small thing compared to everything else, but Billy and Stu are definitely thinking and analyzing that entire interaction. Their silence is starting to unease me. 
“Okay guys,” I say, eyes focused on the hands in my lap, “Let it out. I know you’ve got some kinda rea—“
“Your mom is hot!” These kinds of reactions aren’t unfamiliar to me, but from Stu, it kind of bugs me more than I thought it would. I don’t know why--I mean, he’s the exact kind of person to react like that. “I totally see where you get it from, babe. Amazing genes.” 
My eyes widen, “Stu, I get your sense of humor, but my mom doesn’t.” I drop my voice as I whisper, “Cool it with the nicknames as long as she’s in the same building.” 
“So now you’re embarrassed of me? I’m not good enough to bring home to mom?” 
I might kill him. “I’m serious--try anything and I. Will. End. You.” 
“You threatening me is really getting me going.” 
Rolling my eyes, I don’t even bother replying to that comment. I then turn towards Billy, who seems a little too amused by all of this. “I feel a little better about you, but same rules apply.” 
Stu gives me a particularly hurt look. “Him you trust?” 
“He’s met her before!”
With a sigh, I sink further into the hospital bed. They’re both being quiet. Stu made a comment about my mom, but I honestly expected more. I was mentally preparing myself for jokes about me being a mama’s girl or a little kid. Stu’s expression is something I don’t understand and Billy isn’t looking at me. He’s staring ahead, face stoic. He’s somewhere else now. 
“Billy?” My voice is soft, hesitant.
He blinks, the corner of his mouth pulling downwards as his head turns. “Yeah?” His voice reveals nothing. 
I didn’t think ahead enough to have a question to ask him. He doesn’t seem like the type to want anyone noting his feelings. “You okay?” I regret my awkward phrasing instantly. “You um...for a second looked kinda,” my noise wrinkles as I struggle to think of the right word that won’t offend him, “Wistful almost?” 
He side eyes me and I can’t even blame him. “I look wistful?” 
Billy nearly smiles at the look on my face. That alone makes my embarrassment worth it. “I said looked--past tense.” 
“Mhm,” he hums, eyes a little darker than before. I don’t break his stare until the sound of footsteps entering the room becomes impossible to ignore. A nurse has entered the room, likely due to my mother’s insistence. “It looks like you’re going to be busy, Stu and I should go.” 
Oh. I don’t know why that makes my heart sink the way it does. It’s logical--my mom’s here now and she’s going to force them to scan me with every single machine in this hospital. Maybe it’s because they calmed me down or maybe it’s because they’re the first familiar faces I saw, but the thought of them leaving bothers me. 
Stu squeezes my shoulder, his fingers lingering as he pulls away. “Yeah, babe, you don’t need us around while they poke and prod you.” 
The description of what I’m going to be doing makes me frown. They’re approaching the doorway. “Guys,” my voice surprises me. They both turn to look at me, and once again, I don’t know what I want to say. Do I want to ask them to stay? There’s no way that’s normal. My mom’s here--it wouldn’t work out anyways. “Thank you,” I mumble, “Thanks for coming and staying with me and making sure I didn’t have a complete meltdown. I appreciate it.” 
Billy’s looking at me in that way that makes me want to shrink into myself. Not that there’s anything particularly wrong or uncomfortable about the way he’s staring, it just feels so sharp and analytical. “Anytime, angel.” 
“Yeah, couldn’t leave you here all alone,” Stu says, “Call me when you get out, okay?” 
I nod, smiling a bit. “Duh--don’t think I’m going to forget about the movie promise you made me, and you can’t back out because hospital bed promises are like way more serious than regular promises.”
Billy throws me a look I can only think to describe as ‘bitchy’ and Stu rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” Stu mumbles, “Take advantage.” 
They manage to leave me grinning as they disappear out of the doorway. I don’t know what it is about them, but they always manage to make me feel...safe, I guess. I can’t remember the last time anyone made me feel like that. 
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honeylations · 7 months
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CHANELLE MOON x FEM!READER
Prompt: She’s out with the girls at a bar but she can’t keep her eyes off you and is encouraged to make a move
Warnings/Notes: bartender reader, not all contestants are mentioned in this story
A/N: I never thought I’d write for R U Next but here I am T^T couldn’t help it when I laid eyes on Chanelle and Jiwoo. Also, I decided to include the eliminated contestants because I love Moa and Funa :<
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“I needed this” Yunah sighed with content as her and the other girls managed to find a table in the bar.
“I’m glad we’re all here” Jiwoo said that earned a laugh from the others.
“I’m more surprised Minju’s here. Aren’t you parents strict or something” Moa commented, leaning her elbows on the table.
“They were but I managed to convince them” Minju smirked.
Everyone looked at her with confusion.
“What did you say?” Yunah asked and took a menu from the centre of the table.
“That Funa was being deported back to Japan-“
“WHAT?!” The entire table screamed, a mixture of disbelief and laughter.
“They’re gonna think I’m some trouble maker or something!” Funa dramatically cried into her palms.
“Are you hearing this, Chanelle?….Chanelle?” Jiwoo poked the called girl’s shoulder.
The half American jumped and returned her eyes to the other girls in panic. “Sorry, what did you guys say?”
Yunah squinted before looking behind to where Chantelle’s eyes were at first. That’s when she saw you, a young bartender that held a pretty smile when serving the many customers at the counter. You had beautiful long hair and great fashion sense.
Yunah looked back at Chanelle with a goofy smirk. “You creep”
Chanelle’s eyes widened. “I am not!”
“What’s happening?” Jiwoo asked, trying to look at what Yunah saw.
“Our adorable Chanelle here… has a cwushie wushie on the pretty bartender” Yunah nodded her head to where you were.
“Ohhhh~ She’s so pretty Unnie~” Minju wiggled her brows and the others added onto the teasing.
“You should ask for her name” Moa winked.
“Or even better, her number” Jiwoo made kissy faces.
“Stop, please” Chanelle groaned and laid her head down on the table.
“Hey, why don’t you go order us some drinks and food?” Moa suggested while snatching the menu for Yunah and slapping it onto Chanelle’s head.
The half American sat up and held the menu tightly. “Do you even know what you want to order?”
“Just to start light, can you get all of us the Sunrise cocktail?” Jiwoo asked, pointing at the night’s specials.
“Oh and a bowl of chips to share!” Minju excitedly put her hand up.
“And a cheeseburger for me!” Moa had to add, earning a look from Chanelle.
“Well can one of you come with me to help grab the drinks? I only have two hands” Chanelle said but the girls shook their heads.
“Nah we’re good. Plus, you get to go back and forth to see the pretty bartender!” Jiwoo giggled, only for Chanelle to roll her eyes.
“Fine whatever. Y’all better pay me back! Drinks are expensive”
“Yeah yeah. Now go!” Yunah flicked her wrist as Chanelle walked off.
“Are we gonna ignore that I have to pretend to be deported?!” Funa yelled.
“Hi there, what can I get for you?” You smiled when Chanelle approached you at the counter.
Her breath hitched, realising you were even more beautiful up close. “H-Hi, um…shit I forgot what they wanted” Chanelle hissed and started skimming through the menu again.
She was surprised (and proud) to hear you give a small laugh. “No rush, gorgeous”
GORGEOUS?! Chanelle needed to remind herself that it’s bartender language and she shouldn’t let her delusions get the best of her.
“I’m sorry, I forgot what my friends ordered. What would you recommend?”
You smiled at her worried face. “We thinking of something strong? Or like a cocktail?”
“Cocktail please, I can’t be bothered dealing with 5 drunk girls tonight” Chanelle placed the menu down and sighed.
“Let me whip you up my secret drink then” You winked, almost sending Chanelle into cardiac arrest.
“Don’t poison them please, I don’t have many friends”
And for the first time that night, you warm heartedly laughed, holding your stomach from how funny this tall girl was. “I didn’t mean to laugh so hard, I’m sorry. You’re just so cute!”
Chanelle looked away to hide her blush, unfortunately making eye contact with her table who started making kissing noises. The half American sent them a middle finger before turning back to you.
“How many drinks did you want?”
“5 of your special drink please. I’ll just have a lemonade” Chanelle leaned onto the counter.
“You’re not a drinker?” You asked while setting up the glasses and ingredients.
“I do drink but not for tonight. I’ll get ahead of myself”
You nodded and started bopping your head to the bar’s music, creating an awkward silence between you and the taller girl. That’s when Chanelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?”
Chanelle didn’t miss the way the tip of your ears went red and how you started giggling timidly. “Thank you. I’m Y/n”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Chanelle”
You tilted your head while mixing the drinks individually. “Your name is pretty. You foreign?”
“Oh yeah, I’m half Korean”
“What’s the other half?”
“Half yours?” Chanelle cringed at herself, making you laugh loud again.
“Smooth Chanelle, very smooth”
“Too much?”
You shook your head and started wiping any spills on the counter. “Not at all. It was perfect”
‘You’re perfect’ Chanelle wanted to say but she already embarrassed herself with the dumb pick up line.
“Alright Miss Chanelle, here are your drinks. $63 please”
You snorted at the way the taller’s eyes almost popped out her sockets. “Jesus, I forget how expensive drinks are” she muttered and pulled out cash, placing it in your hands.
“Thank you. Let me get your change”
“No it’s okay, keep it as a tip. You know, for your 5 star customer service” Chanelle grinned.
“Oh~ Such a smooth talker aren’t you?”
“Good enough to possibly get your socials? Or maybe your number”
Not gonna lie, you wanted to punch Chanelle out the window…out of cuteness aggression. She was undeniably attractive and charming, there was no way you were gonna let this opportunity slide.
“Sure. I’ll give you both” You took the phone from her and gave your details before returning the device.
“You must get a lot of people asking you that, huh?” Chanelle fiddled with her phone.
“I do. But this is the first time I’ve actually given it to someone”
“I’m honoured. I should probably let you go. I don’t want your manager yelling at you” Chanelle scratched the back of her neck while eyeing the 6 glasses.
You took notice of her worry and walked around the counter, now standing directly in front. “I’ll help you”
“Well aren’t you sweet” The taller giggled and took 3 glasses while you took the other 3 and followed her to the table.
“Took you long enough, Chanelle” Yunah sighed before grabbing one of the glasses.
You placed the rest down and quickly brushed your hand across Chanelle’s arm. “See you around, cutie”
Chanelle’s eyes followed you while you walked away, her gaze shamelessly checking out your body. Moa slapped the back of her head.
“You’re no better than a man”
Chanelle shrugged and sipped her lemonade.
“Hey this isn’t the cocktail I asked for” Jiwoo frowned.
“Did you order my chips?” Minju asked with sparkle in her eyes.
“And my cheeseburger?” Moa raised her eyebrows.
The half American gulped. “I forgot, sorry..”
“CHANELLE!”
“ORDER IT YOURSELF THEN!”
“ASK YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”
“I HATE YOU ALL!”
A/N: lemme know if you want more 😔
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estrellami-1 · 14 days
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If I Should Stay
On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, y’all check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.
Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66
Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. “Yeah,” he whispers. Will looks down. “Hey,” Steve says gently. “That’s not on you, okay? And Jonathan’s a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.”
“But they hurt you.”
Steve chuckles. “In the moment, sure. But I’m fine now, I’ve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didn’t expect her to react like that. I know that’s not who she is as a person, and I’m sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and she’s had some time to think about it, she’ll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?”
Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.
Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. “My dad’s in jail.” Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. “I’ve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isn’t a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didn’t make her a bad person. But they’re my parents, so that must mean I’m a bad person with a disease, right?”
“No!” Will says emphatically. “Just because they-” he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. “Okay. I get it.”
“Good kid,” Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Now, back to the planning?”
“Probably,” Steve nodded. “First things first, who wants out?”
“Papa hurt El?” Mike asks. Steve nods. “Then let’s kill this fucker.”
“Language,” say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.
“I’m in,” Will adds.
“Me too,” Dustin says, and Lucas nods.
Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. “Alright, little brother,” she says. He elbows her. “What’s the plan?”
Steve sighs and looks to El. “What do you think, Ellie?”
“Everyone else is dead,” she murmurs. “But if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.”
Steve’s heart breaks. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”
She smiles sadly at him. “You cannot promise me that, Steve.”
He meets Robin’s eyes above El’s head, watches her heart break. “Watch me.” He looks back to El. “I know what he put you through, El.”
“He loves me.”
Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. “Remember what I told you, last time you said that?”
El nods. “You thought the same thing about your parents.”
“Exactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they don’t love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldn’t be enough for them. Does that make sense?”
She nods. “You love me differently from how Papa loves me.”
“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “Which do you like better?”
“Yours.”
“Do you know why?”
She thinks about it for a minute. “You love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.”
Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. “Yeah, Ellie. That’s exactly right.”
“I do not want to only be Eleven anymore,” she decides. “I want to be Ellie.”
“And that’s why I’ll do all of it myself if I have to,” Steve tells her. “So you can be Ellie. You don’t have to go in the rainbow room, okay?”
“Okay,” she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, “I trust you.”
He blinks quickly. “I’m glad,” he whispers back.
“Ellie,” Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steve’s. She shifts to look at him from where she’s tucked into Steve. “We all want you t’be just Ellie if you want it. We’re all gonna be right there with you.”
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t be strong enough. If I see Papa.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. “He’s not going to hurt you again.”
She frowns and buries her face back in Steve’s neck. “I’m happy,” she murmurs. “But I’m also very sad.”
Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. “I know how you feel.”
“I don’t like feeling this way.”
“I know, El. I don’t think there’s really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.”
“Just life,” Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on El’s upper arm. “I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”
El looks up at Alli. “Okay. What’s a cliché?”
Alli meets Steve’s eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everything’s going to be okay.
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Late Night Subway
(Grayson x Fem Reader)
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Hey y’all out there! Am happy it’s a nice and cold day jeez. I want to let you know that I’m glad that I am able to make more and finding more people reading my stuff, including lesbians which is amazing 💜 I want to say thank you for loving my stuff.🤭
Enjoy reading this for today and be doing more hopefully next week since I’m off for break yay!
Gloomy night in Piltover city, their was finally an underground train station that was made for people to get back to their usual home. And one of them is you actually. A lot of folks was already home in their cozy bed, while you just got out of work and you were pretty much the only one there. The subway was dark and green, which showed in the atmosphere. Some of the lights were flickering and some weren’t but dim. The air was musty, thinking none of the workers ever cleaned down there. It felt like you were in Zaun already but weren’t. You just got off from late night working at the main area of the library in Piltover, wanted to go home so so bad. You sat on the bench waiting for the train to arrive….hopefully. This place felt unfamiliar like it wasn’t suppose to be this awful compared what it looked before. All cleaned and perfection. It would be packed everywhere during the day. Maybe this night wasn’t the right time to get pick up. It was now 10pm. You had this deep thought if someone was watching you in the shadow as you kept looking back and forth. Just in a few moments later, you heard someone approaching you. “Sorry to startled you, miss but it seems that no one should be here at this time of night. Where are you heading to at this hour?” The sheriff says coming from behind. “Um home.” You thought for a second it was a creep asking you for something, until you realize enforcers do check on others who are still around this subway area. And she was one of them. “Oh thank goodness I wasn’t the only one here, I was scare for a second.” You took a deep breath from all the anxiety you had. “Dont worry ma’am. It’s my honor and job to protect any citizens of Piltover. May I ask what’s your name, dear?” The big women says. She was pretty much taller and look pretty strong comparing to your size XD Which made you not focus on her question but her whole body figure, til you shake your head.
“Oh uh it’s y/n.” The sheriff smile in pleased. “Y/n, how lovely. I’m Grayson. As you might’ve guessed already that I’m an enforcer in case anything happened here. That’s why I came to make sure everyone gets home safely.” You form a small smile and blush appear on your cheeks. “That’s very nice of you, Sheriff Grayson. I do need to get home actually. I was just afraid something might’ve happened to me. But thanks to you,” you said. “It’s no problem, ma’am. It’s my duty to ensure city of Piltover is safe. Since I’m here, may I walk you home and make sure you arrived there safely?” Grayson says offering her hand at you. You nod, smiling as you hold her hand. “That’ll be lovely, Sheriff.” Grayson offered your hand, gesturing to walk with her as you two saw the train finally arrives. “Follow me. I’ll find us a seat somewhere.” You two walk in and sat at the farthest back corner near the window. The train begin moving on towards the tunnels. While looking through the window, you look back at Grayson, seeing her as she makes sure everything was okay during the train. She saw you look up at her, which made her chuckle and wink at you, as a way of flirting at you. You couldn’t help but lift the palm to your mouth as you turn completely red looking slightly away from her. Oh god.
Later on, Grayson sigh, sitting down next to you. You two talked for a little while to the point, you felt your eyes tired. Letting out a yawn, you tried to stay up but couldn’t. Grayson glance at you. “You seem tired, y/n. Why don’t you lean your head on my shoulder.” You look at her twice, while blinking to stay more focus. “Wha-Really? Your such a sweetheart, Grayson.” You nod at her sweet advice and lay on the side. The sheriff lets out a small hum, flustered by your nice words. Throughout the train, you two were in complete silence. An hour later, train finally stop for your destination. You didn’t know Grayson would do such a thing, which was carrying you in a bridal style, while getting off. It caught you off guard being in this sort of situation. You didn’t say anything but just let it happened. Towards home, you thank Grayson keeping you safe and warm around her. You actually wanted to do more of this with her. So you gave her your phone number in case. You gave Grayson a hug, not wanting to let her go for tonight, but didn’t wanna make things too awkward, so you pull back. “Thanks for bringing me home. Hope to see you another day. Stay safe out there, Sheriff and gets some sleep. Goodnight.” You smile waving at her, but startled when she let you go inside as a way for respect. “Me too, y/n. Me too. Have a goodnight, dear.” Grayson says before walking out and watching the night sky, thinking about you, with a warm innocent smile linger on her face.
“She does like me. Just as much I like her too.”
The end
🥺aww me next Grayson pls
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Babe wake up laurelicious has returned with more modern au headcanons 🥱 thank u to everyone who loves on these posts and adds their own silly things to it!!! Y’all make me very happy and I’m glad we can share this goofy universe!!
Previous sillies:
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-little miss Unnamed Marston Daughter has absolutely been blasting Olivia Rodrigo’s new album around the house
Everyone complains but John finds himself quietly murmuring “seeing u tonight… it’s a bad idea right??” While he’s brushing his teeth
Abigail tries to be supportive and plays it while she drives the kids to school, now she and Jack know all the words to Vampire and listen to it once they’ve already dropped UMD off
-both Marston children always dress as something weird for Halloween
John and Abigail stay up late making the costumes for their weirdo children bc they love them :)
On a similar note when John and Arthur were kids they were little matching power rangers and if you bring it up to Dutch he WILL cry over it bc he loves his babies
-the entire Marston family takes Halloween way too seriously to be completely honest
Abigail and John are the cool family in the neighborhood with the really good candy
Dutch and Hosea have now graduated to the old person level of giving out full sized bars but the window of opportunity before they turn in for the night is SMALL so all the kids in their neighborhood sprint to their house first
Charles and Arthur give out tootsie rolls and milk duds. That’s it.
-the following are songs John cried to as a teenager:
Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade
Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade
Scars by Papa Roach
Disenchanted by MCR
-John and Javier were absolutely bffs in middle/high school, they kissed once at a party then never spoke of it again
Javier is now the cool childless uncle that they all see once a year and brings the kids cool gifts
-when Arthur was a teenager he got caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, he was grounded for a month
John was the asshole little sibling who was super excited that his brother was in trouble
-Arthur wears slippers, Charles wears fuzzy socks. I’m right
-Charles uses nice shampoo/conditioner and Arthur is always hovering around on wash days:)
-Arthur has broken every single toe like. 5 times at least.
-Charles and Arthur love corny ass reality TV
They started watching the bachelor to make fun of it, but now they tune in every single week and have their favorites
Tell me Arthur wouldn’t love the masked singer. He goes nuts every single time (“Charles!!!!!! They opened it up and it was KERMIT!?! That’s too good!”)
-Because Isaac doesn’t live with them full time these two go absolutely bananas when he comes to stay with them, Charles is scrubbing down the house while Arthur clears out the grocery store of all his favorite snacks :)
Before he visits Arthur is texting Eliza like “what drama should I know?? Any new friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?!?” Just so he’s up to date
-Arthur loves Raisin Bran/Corn Nuts/other old man cereals
-we’ve touched on this before but Charles’ mom absolutely adores Arthur and when she comes over she’s basically shoving Charles out of the way like “my baby darling Arthur how are you!!!🥰”
-Isaac plays baseball and Charles and Arthur are full on sport dads in the best way possible
They bring snacks for the team, they’re sitting in those little fold up chairs, they’re cheering louder than everyone else in the stands, etc.
Arthur ‘sentimental ass’ Morgan keeps a little box of all the memorabilia from baseball throughout the years :)
This was a particularly silly batch, methinks. As always if anyone wants me to add other characters into this universe lmk😼 alsooooo I have started writing little oneshots/drabbles/etc expanding this if anyone would be interested in reading them!! No promises on when they’d be done but I think it would be a good time hehe
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Harry Styles Imagine: College AU! College Visit
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A.N.: I write what I know. I am a music education major with a theater minor. I’m sorry if this makes it hard for you to imagine yourself in this scenario. Please do not leave me any hate. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Thank you :) 
Warnings: 6 year age gap, reader is a college student, music and theater education major, reader is in choir and theater, and is currently in two productions
“H, are you sure that you, and your family, want to spend the day here at school with me?” I ask Harry over the phone, for probably the millionth time since he told me he was coming to see me while school was in session. “I’ve told you a million times, I can just skip classes and choir that day. They will understand.”
“Love, I’ve told you a million times, I want to see what your everyday life is like. And with having the day off before going back on tour, and my mom wanting to see you again, I can’t imagine a better way to spend the day. Besides, I’ve always wanted to sit in on a college class.”
“Okay, fine. You’re lucky you’ll be here on a day I don’t have a lot of classes. Imagine if you were going to be here on a two rehearsal day,” I say with a chuckle, and he chuckles in response knowing that my days are almost as busy on the same level as his. 
“Mondays really are your tame days, aren’t they?” he replies, and I can tell he is laughing. 
“Shut up. I’m already at the hotel, since you booked it under my name, that way you don’t have to check in, you can just come to the backdoor. My car is back there, and I left the driver door unlocked with the room keys in the console. Same for Jeff and Mitch, Sarah, and bubs. You’ll get here at 8 tonight?”
“Yeah, darling, Mum, Gem, and I will get there at 8 tonight. Jeff, Sarah, and Mitch as well. And of course they’ll have bubs with them. I think Jeff and the two of them mentioned they wanted to come to your choir rehearsal, if you don’t think that will cause too much of a problem,” he adds, knowing that it might cause a problem. 
“Um, no. It shouldn’t, at least. I’ve talked to both of my directors, and since it’s been out there since the summer that we are together they kind of figured it would happen at some point. The choir director already had me share about it on Friday, and then he is going to send out a reminder text in the morning. The choir is amazing at being focused, so I really don’t think y’all being there will cause any problems. And everyone at play rehearsal has known for weeks that you would be here tomorrow. The only problem I can see is with my focus, because I only have 36 hours with you,” and I say, sighing. “I’m really sorry I can’t be there for your birthday. I just can’t miss that test.”
“I know baby, I know. And I’m not upset at all. I’m glad we at least get this day together.”
“Yeah, but I feel like I should make it out for your birthday show. I don’t know. Maybe I can leave right after my test on Tuesday and drive out. I think my other teacher for that day would be super understanding. And then I could stay with you and come back after the Grammys,” I tell him, because I already had plans to attend the Grammys with him, I just wasn't going to walk the carpet. “Wait, you don't have another show until the Brit Awards on the 11th. Where are you going after the Grammys? You’ll have like four days off-ish. ” I asked him, realizing he had never told me where he was going until the Australian leg of the tour started. 
“Well, as you know my mum and Gemma are actually heading out after our visit with you, they’re leaving Monday night, right after your rehearsal. We have to head out to Englnd to make sure we’re there in time for rehearsals, since I’m also performing at the Brit’s.. I’m looking at Jeff’s GPS and it says we’re about two hours away from the hotel, so I’m going to hang up so you can study and finish up your homework before we get there. Do you want me to pick up take out on my way in?”
“No, unless you want some. I stocked the room with groceries since I knew, besides coming to my school, which is super small and no one will see you besides the people who have already signed NDA’s, we would be in the hotel room. Also, I stocked your mom and Gemma’s room, and the other’s rooms as well.”
“Darling you didn’t have to do that. I could have sent security to the store or something,” he tells me, and I can hear the stress in his voice. 
“No, really, it was no big deal. It wasn’t as much as I’m making it sound, because there is room service, and the really good Chinese take out place is right down the street from the hotel, so I can just pop out and get it.”
“I’m paying you back,” he says, and I know I will never win this argument, so I just sigh. “Now, go study and do homework. I’ll be there before you know it. I love you.”
“I love you too H. See you soon,” I say, and pull the phone away from my ear as he hangs up. Two short hours. I can handle two short hours. I stood up from where I had been sitting on the bed and crossed to the desk where I had  already laid out all of the materials needed set out, my study music already playing from where it left off when I first got the call from Harry. I picked up my music history book, and flipped it open to the page I was supposed to start reading on. It didn’t take long before I was lost in the world of music history, reading about Bach and Handel. It took about 20 minutes for me to finish  reading, before I closed that book and opened the next one. This time I had to read and write a response, so I knew it would take longer. 
After about an hour, I closed that book and my laptop, now finished with homework and not sure what to do. I decided to pick up my phone and look through my social media. 
Right before the news broke about Harry and I, I made all of my social media private, so that only the people in life that I trusted were given an insight into my life with him. I already rarely used social media, besides using snapchat to send updates to friends, so it wasn’t hard to make sure no one was on it. I decided to open snapchat, and saw that I had an unopened picture from Harry that I hadn’t noticed had been delivered. I quickly open it and see a super dorky picture of him in the car, with Gemma making a stupid face behind him. I laughed, and then snapped a picture of myself and sent it to him, after writing a message that said I had finished homework and was just waiting. 
After a few minutes of waiting for him to reply, I got bored and restless, and turned on the television, just flipping to some random channel that had a movie playing, and then sat down on the couch provided in the room. The sitting soon turned to laying, and the laying turned to hanging upside down because I’m just so restless that I couldn’t sit in one position for too long. I was sitting like that when I heard the key beep in the door, and then the door creak open. 
“Love?” I heard from my spot on the couch, and scrambled to move, which just caused me to fall on the floor, because I am nothing if not clumsy. 
“I’m in here,” I say, as I make it to my feet and as I spin to face the doorway, he steps in. “Harry,” I say his name like it’s my last saving grace, and it’s just a sigh that falls through my lips, and I run to him, jumping into his arms as he opens them, wrapping my legs around his waist. 
“Hi darling,” he says as he holds me, before pulling me into a kiss. When he pulls away the two of us just stare at each other, being happy just to see the other's face, after not seeing each other since Christmas. I drop my legs from around him, and he sets me down on the floor, still with our arms wrapped around each other. After a minute, he laughs and says “Did you fall when I walked in?” and I shove him away, also laughing. 
“Yes, don’t make fun of me,” I say, and pout my lips, like a little toddler. 
“Oh, darling,” he says and walks back towards me. “I’m not making fun of you, I just wanted to know if I needed to check for injuries,” he says, and wraps his arms around me again, kissing the pout right off, because when his hands, or any part of his body, is on me, I’m all smiles. Especially since it’s been a month since I saw him last. We stand there just exchanging small pecks and smiles back and forth for an unknown (to us) amount of time, happy to be together again. However, there is always someone that comes along to interrupt, and low and behold after some time, there was a knock on our hotel room door. I giggle and pull back from Harry as he groans, and turn to go to the door. He, however, has different plans, and only allows me to turn around in his arms, keeping them tight around my stomach, and pulling back as I try to walk to the door. 
“Harry!” I exclaim with a laugh, “let me go get the door. It’s probably your mom and sister, and I miss them too.”
“Not as much as you miss me though. Don’t let them in. Let it just be us for a little longer,” he says, tucking his face into my neck and kissing the place that he knows will make me weak in the knees. 
“No!” I exclaim with another laugh. “I’m coming!” I shout to the door, knowing that whoever is on the other side can hear everything that is happening. When he finally lets go of my waist, I stumble forward, and almost fall, but then he catches me, spins us so he’s the one at the door, and whips the door open. I run up behind him, rest my chin on his shoulder, and smile widely at the five people standing in front of us. “Hey guys!” I say with a smile, and pull Harry out of the way so that they can all enter the room. They all say hello and give me a hug as they walk by, after I shove Harry out of the way so I can hug Sarah. I hug Anne the longest, because she has become a mother to me. She and I wrap our arm around each other, and walk into the “living room” of the hotel room, and she kisses the top of my head before letting me go and playfully pushing me towards Harry, who is now pouting on the couch. I go and sit on his lap, sideways, with my legs hanging off the other side of him, and he wraps his arms tightly around my waist as I curl my arms around his shoulders. He gives me a quick kiss and we just sit there looking at each other while everyone else talks, in our own little world. At least, until Jeff says my name. 
“Y/N,” he says, and my head whips in his direction, fully intending to turn my attention to him. “What time is the first class that you have to be at tomorrow?”
“Well, I figured since Harry is only interested in my music classes I would skip my 9 am, which would make my first class be at 10:45. And the school is only like ten minutes from here, so Harry and I wouldn’t need to leave until 10:30. I figured I could drive us since my car is here, and then everyone else can drive to campus for choir at 12.”
“Okay great, and after that?”
“Well, choir is at 12, like I just said, but I’ll have like a 20 minute break between the end of class and the start of choir, so I thought I would bring Harry back to my apartment to see my roommate that isn’t in choir, and then we would head back over for choir.”
“I want to see your apartment,” Anne jumps in, and that makes me remember that she had mentioned it before. 
“Oh, yeah. Well, I’ll have an hour break after choir before my technical theater class, so you guys could come over then. Harry mentioned he also wanted to go to that class, so I thought he would and then we could come back to the hotel for a few hours before I have rehearsal. Who all is making an appearance at rehearsal?”
“I think we all wanted to go to that,” Sarah says, looking around the room. 
“Yeah,” Gemma jumps in, “it’s not everyday that you get to see your little brother’s girlfriend acting on a stage.”
I blush, saying “I’m nowhere near as good as Harry though. And it’s kind of a sad show. Are you sure?” They all nod their heads in response, and I blush even more. “Okay, when Harry and I see the director in tech theater I’ll let him know that everyone will be there.” 
“And everyone who will be at anything tomorrow signed the group NDA that I sent?” Jeff asks, and Harry rolls his eyes. I smack him on the arm, reprimanding him.
“Don’t roll your eyes Harry, it’s important,” I say, before turning my attention back to Jeff, “Yeah, they all signed it last week. Anyone who didn’t want to was excused from choir for the day. It’s just going to be a bunch of review, nothing new. But I think y’all will still enjoy it. I mean, it's nothing like you’ve been in or have seen a lot of, of course. Just plain old college students prepping for our semester concert. You’ll probably think it’s boring,” I say, knowing that I at times think it’s boring. Harry tightens his hold on me, and shakes his head. 
“I don’t think it will be boring. In fact, I think it will be quite fun. Like you said, it’s not what we experience often, which is what will make it fun. Now, now that we’ve talked all this out, will you lot please go to your own rooms so I can have some alone time with my girlfriend, who I will remind you, has not seen me since Christmas, and after this week won’t see me again for another month, until her spring break?” he asks, with a smile on his face, but they all know that he isn’t joking. Jeff shakes his head, before standing up. 
“Yeah, I guess we can. C’mon Mitch, Sarah,” he says, and they both stand up and head towards the door. 
“See y’all tomorrow!” I shout towards them, and the three of them turn and wave back at me. Gemma and Anne stand up after the others leave. 
“Well, we’re tired, so we’ll let you guys be as well,” Anne says, and I stand up to give them both a hug goodnight. “Love you, both of you,” Anne says as I hug her, and I squeeze her a little tighter when she says it. Harry also stands to give his mom and sister a hug, and then follows them to the door.  As he shows them out I head into the bedroom and grab my pajamas from where I had laid them on the bed earlier, and turn to head towards the bathroom, to do my nightly routine. 
“Where’d you go?” I hear him shout from the living room, and I laugh because as clingy as he is I really missed it when we weren’t able to be together. 
“In here,” I shout, leaning out the bathroom door, before ducking back in and continuing to tie my hair back, so that I could wash my face without getting hair in the middle of it. Just as I finish tying my hair back he comes into the bathroom and wraps his arms around me. 
“I wanted to cuddle,” he says with a pout, before leaning down and kissing my shoulder. I place my hands over his arms where they are resting on my stomach, and meet his eyes in the mirror, laughing. 
“I need to wash my face. We both know we will go lay down to cuddle and won’t get back up again until the morning, and with the Grammys coming up I cannot afford any breakouts, so I have to do my skin care,” I explain as I look at his pouting face.
“Does that mean you changed your mind and you will walk the carpet with me?”
“It means I’m considering it, but I’m not making any promises. Now, can I wash my face?”
“Can I do it?” he asks me, turning me in his arms so that I am facing him rather than the sink.
“Can you do it without getting soap in my eyes?” I ask him, because we have been in this position before and he has fully gotten soap in my eyes. He nods vigorously, and I give in, handing him the soap. He places it on the counter next to us and lifts me up onto the counter before stepping in between my legs and grabbing a wash rag. He spends the next ten minutes doing my skincare routine, and when he is done he steps back to admire his handiwork. 
“Beautiful.”
I laugh before saying, “yeah, okay. Can we go lay down and cuddle now?” and he picks me up from the counter and taps my legs to have me wrap them around his waist before he carries me into the bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, and then slips his clothes off before slipping into bed next to me in his boxers. Once he settles he reaches his arm out for me, and I curl up next to him as we fall asleep. 
The next morning I wake up to a knocking on the door, and gently slip out of Harry’s arms and rub my eyes as I walk towards the door. I look through the peephole before opening the door, and groan when I see Jeff standing there with three coffees in his hand.
“Jeff. what the heck,” I say with a groan when I open the door. “We don’t have to leave for another… what time is it?”
“8,” he replies with a little laugh.
“Another two and a half hours. Why are you here?”
“I brought coffee,” he says, shoving the one I know is meant for me towards my face. “It’s a peace offering, because I need to talk about some business stuff with H for a bit.” At that I roll my eyes before responding. 
“You get to wake him up. I’m taking my coffee and taking a shower,” I say, and open the door far enough to let him in, before dropping it and slowly walking back to the bedroom, before beelining for the shower. I take my time in the shower, hoping that by the time I get out they will be done with whatever business they needed to talk about this morning. I’ve just gotten to rinsing my hair for the final time, when Harry knocks on the bathroom door. 
“Love, Jeff left. So you can finish up and get out, if that’s what you were waiting for. Also I grabbed the clothes you had set out last night. You forgot them when you came in here this morning.”
“Thanks H. I’ll be out in a minute,” I say, as I switch the water off and reach for my towel. I dry off and get dressed fairly quickly, because I am unaware of exactly how much time I spent in the shower, and I’m not sure if H is going to shower this morning. “Hey, babe, what time is it?” I ask as I walk into the bedroom, with the tail end of the coffee Jeff had gotten me in my hand.
“Uh, 9:45. When did you say the two of us need to leave?” 
“10:30. Were you going to shower this morning?” 
“Yeah, but it won’t take me long. I’m going to go hop in now,” he says, and as he walks by me he grabs my face for a quick kiss. I laugh as he pulls away, and playfully smack his ass. 
“Go get in the shower. I’ll still be here when you get out. In fact, I'll probably be drinking an energy drink, since last night was such a late night and then Azoff so kindly woke me up with his knocking on the door,” I say with a roll of my eyes. 
“I already sent Jeff to get you another one. He should bring it soon. I sent him to get it as he left because I knew you would want another one. I know you darling,” he says, and then closes the bathroom door to shower. I sit down on the edge of the bed and put on my shoes, before chugging the end of my coffee and then flop back on the bed. I’m probably lying there for a grand total of two minutes before there is another knock on the door. I stand and walk to the door, open it without looking, and hold my hand out for the coffee. 
“Thank you Jeffrey,” I say, and close the door. “See you later!” I shout, knowing he is still standing out there, and with a quick look through the peephole I see him shaking his head at me. I laugh and head back into the bedroom to wait for Harry, but when I get back in there he is already in the room, and as I walk in he is pulling his sweat pants up. “Ya know? I like you better without the pants.”
Harry laughs at me, and turns to face me. “And I like you better without the clothes you have on right now. But we have to get you to school, Miss college student,” he says as he crosses the room and pulls me into his arms. 
“I know, I know. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a college student because then I could go on tour with you.”
“Yeah, me too. But I know that you wouldn't be content just sitting on a tour bus all the time. Which is why I force you to do your homework and pass your classes, because you and I both know that you don’t just want to be a trophy wife. And I want you to be happy,” he says, and then lifts my chin and pulls me into a kiss. After we pull away we just sit there looking at each other, because neither of us wants to end this moment. Unfortunately, there is a knock on the door, and Harry begrudgingly pulls away to go answer the door. As he walks towards the door, he says over his shoulder, “tonight, it will be just us, and we will explore this no-clothes idea.” I laugh as he opens the door to his Mum and Gemma standing in the hall. “You guys are up early,” he states. 
“Well, Mum wanted to see what the clothing vibe for today was, since it's been a bit since she was on a university campus,” Gemma says as she walks into the room, spots the coffee in my hand, and holds her hand out for a sip. 
“You won’t like it,” I say as I hand it to her, knowing that we have two completely different coffee tastes.  She takes a sip anyway and immediately makes a face and shoves the drink back to me. Anne and Harry laugh as I say, “told ya,” with a smirk on my face. She playfully smacks me, and then turns back to the conversation. “Nothing formal. You’re just coming to watch the choir rehearse. No big deal. It’s college. No one dresses nice unless they have to. This is what I’m wearing,” I say and motion towards my outfit. They both nod their head, and as they do so I wrap my arms around Harry from behind, and rest my chin on his shoulder. “H and I need to leave soon, so did y’all have anything else you needed?”
“Oh, right. I forgot the two of you were leaving before everyone else,” Anne tells us, and begins to head for the door. “We will see the two of you later then,” she says and then the two of them duck out the door, and it closes behind them. 
“Well,” I say, stepping around Harry so I’m facing him. “I think we should head out soon. Give my classmates, all three of them, time to fawn over you before class starts, so that by the time class starts they’re over it,” I say with a laugh, and he pulls me into him, and digs his face into my neck.
“They won’t really do that will they?” he mumbles, and I pull back to get a good look at him. 
“Um, I can for sure say that Nat won’t, because she’s my best friend. As for the other two, I’m not sure. I honestly think choir might be worse. But, every single one of them has signed an NDA so at the very least nothing will be leaked and we won’t be swarmed by paparazzi.” He just nods and pulls me back into him, kissing me gently. 
“I’m excited to finally meet Nat in person. She’s like all you talk about,” he says, laughing. 
“Well she thinks that you’re all I talk about. It’s going to be hilarious how much the two of you already know about each other because of me.” He just laughs again, before pulling away and grabbing my hand, leading me out the door and to the car. He opens the driver side door for me, and kisses me one more time after I get in before shutting it and crossing to the other side of the car and getting in the passenger side. My phone immediately connects to the bluetooth, and starts playing the last thing I had listened to in the car, which just so happened to be Harry’s House. I whip my head to the side and look at Harry, and we both just crack up. I hand him my phone so he can change it, and after a minute or two he changes it simply to my road trip playlist, even though this is only a 15 minute drive. He turns it down, and we chat the whole way to campus. When we get to campus I park outside of the building we are heading to, and we just sit there in silence for a moment. 
“This is going to be great. You get to learn a little music history,” I say and unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to him, “and meet my mentor, and my best friend. All in one class period. And then we get a 20 minute break before choir.” He leans across the console and grabs my face in his hands, and pulls me in for a kiss. “Are you nervous?” I ask as we pull apart. 
“Uh, yeah. But not too bad. Mostly about meeting Nat, like I said before,” he says, looking at his lap sheepishly. 
“She’ll love you,” I say, before leaning across the console and kissing him again. “We need to go in though. Will you grab my backpack out of the back? I’ll grab our cups,” I ask, and he nods, opening his door and getting out. I open my door and then grab our cups, before stepping out of the car. We clasp our hands together, and make the short walk to the building my class is in, and when we enter I give him a little tour. “Here are the practice rooms, here is the lab, with our book cubbies and computers. And this is the Piano teacher’s office/classroom.” We turn and walk down the hallway until we enter the small classroom that my class is held in. “And this is the classroom. Everyone should be here soon. I sit here, you can sit in the chair I usually put my bag in,” I tell him as I pull out the chair for him, and let him cross behind me before pulling my own chair out and sitting down. “So, what do you think of the building so far?” I ask, turning to face him when I finished digging my book out of my bag and set it on the table. 
“It’s small. I mean, I knew it was small, but it’s tiny,” he says, emphasizing the tiny. I laugh, and go to respond, but as I do that someone walks through the door.
“Nat!” I exclaim and wave for her to come sit down. “This is Harry, as you know,” I tell her with a small chuckle. 
“Oh yeah,” she says, also laughing, “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she tells him.
“And I you,” he says with a smile. The two sit and talk, while I just smile and listen, happy that the people I am closest to have finally met. Before long the other two people in the class trickle in, and finally the teacher. He plops his book down on the table, before holding his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry stands and reaches across the table to shake his hand. 
“I’m Dr. Percival, but they call me Dr. P, and you can as well,” he says as he shakes Harry's hand, and drops it before continuing. “And I’d assume that you are the infamous Harry that Y/N can’t shut up about?” he says with a teasing smile.
“That’s me,” Harry says with a smile as he sits back down. I push the book  in between Harry and I  so that he can follow along as well, and hand him one of my purple pens to mark in the book whenever needed. 
“He’s not going to distract you, is he Y/N?” 
“No, it’ll be fine. I do my homework with him all the time,” I  say with a slight chuckle, and everyone else chuckles as well. Dr. P nods his head, and then dives into the book. Throughout the class period both Harry and I make many marks in the book as the class goes on. At the end of class, Dr. P closes his book and turns to Harry. 
“I hope you enjoyed that Harry. You seemed to be pretty into it,” he says with a smile in Harry’s direction.
“It was very interesting,” Harry replies, smiling back at the professor. 
“You’re joining us to visit in choir, right?”
“Uh, yeah. Along with my Mum and sister, and my manager and two best friends slash bandmates,” Harry says with a laugh. 
“Well, I will see you then. Enjoy your little break everyone,” Dr. P says as he heads out the door. As he leaves, you, Harry, and Nat all stand up. 
“I think we’re,” I  motion to Harry and myself, “going to run back to my apartment so I can eat a snack before choir,” I finish, and then grab Harry’s hand to pull him with me. Nat waves goodbye, and I head out the door with Harry in tow. The two of us walk in silence on the short walk to my building, our joined hands swinging in between the two of us. When we get back to my apartment, I drop his hand, and walk over to the kitchen cabinet. “Want a snack?” I ask him as I fished around in the cabinet for the snack I was  looking for. 
“Yeah, come here,” he says from where he was standing. 
“Um, the snacks are over here doofus. How am I supposed to get us a snack if I’m over there?” I respond, and then grab what I was looking for, turning to look at him, the snacks in  hand. I walk over to him as I open my snack and take a bite, waving the one for him in front of his face. “See, now I can come over here,” I say around the bite of food I have in my mouth, swallowing as I hand him his.  He laughs, taking the food from my hand, and then pulls me into him. He leans down and kisses me deeply, before pulling away and taking a bite of the open granola bar in my hand. “Hey!” I exclaim in response as he opens his own granola bar. “You owe me a bite of that. And what was up with the kiss?”
“I like watching you in your element, like you were in that class. And how carefree you were as we walked over here. I never feel like I can be carefree, unless I’m with you. Then it feels as though it’s just the two of us,” he says, wrapping his free arm around my waist as we both snack on our granola bars. I finish first, and just stare off into the distance as I stand there, thinking about what he just said. 
“At first, when we first shared our relationship, I was always on edge walking around campus, because you never know who is watching, and what is going to be turned into a magazine or something. But then I decided I don’t deserve to live on the edge, so now I don’t care. And you shouldn't either, Babe. people are going to say what they want to say, and there’s nothing you can do about it. And this campus is a safe space, there’s no need to be worried here,” I tell him, and then I completely wrap myself up in him. We just stand there in a hug for a minute, before he speaks up. 
“I’ll do my best to be carefree the rest of the day here. I can tell that it’s a safe space,” he tells me, and then places a kiss on the top of my head. We stand there for a bit longer, but then I pull away. 
“We have to get to my choir rehearsal,” I say as I grab his hand and begin to pull him to the door. We hold hands again on the way to the rehearsal hall, walking in silence again. As we walk I see the other choir members being to trickle into the rehearsal building, and I watch as a few of them notice the two of us walking across campus. As we get to the building, we walk in, and I immediately see Anne and Gemma, and Jeff, Sarah, and Mitch. Sarah is holding the little guy, and as soon as he sees me and Harry he reaches out for me. I laugh and drop Harry’s hand, grabbing the little guy from Sarah. “I can’t hold you the entire time little one,” I say to him as I carry him down the hall, and just assume that everyone is following me. “But I can hold you for now.” The seven of us arrive at the end of the hallway, and Jeff opens the door for all of us, and I walk in first, with the others walking in behind me. Dr. P sees me as we walk in, and, after telling the others where they can sit, pulls me aside for a second. 
“Would you be okay making a little announcement, just kind of introducing everyone to the choir? I want this to be as normal of a rehearsal as possible, and I think that might help a little,” he says to me, and I respond with a “one second,” before walking over to the group sitting at the only table in the room. 
“Jeff, H, would it be okay if I make an announcement? Maybe each of you will introduce yourself shortly? Dr. P thinks that might be the best way to have as close to a normal rehearsal as possible.” Jeff and H look at each other, having one of their silent conversations, and then turn back to me. 
“Yeah, I think that will work,” Jeff says to me, and I thank him, before heading back over to Dr. P. I tell him that they said it would be okay, and he thanks me before turning to answer a student that had a question. I walk back over to the six of them, and hand the little guy to Sarah, before crossing back to Dr. P as he gets everyone’s attention. Once he does, he tells them that I have an announcement, and then points to me, before sitting in his chair for a moment. 
“Hey guys,” I start with a little chuckle. “As you can tell, we have some guests here. Um, I know everyone knows who they are, especially since everyone in here is a huge music person, but they’re going to shortly introduce themselves. One thing that I ask is that you treat them like you would treat any other visitors we have. They’re like my family, and are just here for a short visit to see what my everyday life is like,” I finish. Then I walk over to Jeff, who is sitting on the end, walk behind, and hover my hand over his head. “First is…” I trail off, and Jeff takes over, introducing himself. I then hover my hand over each of them, and end with Harry at the other end. 
“I’m Harry,” he says, and you think he is done, but he keeps going. “I appreciate you guys allowing us to be here today, and just treating us like normal people, because, although we are famous, we're still people. I’m excited to hear the music you all create,” he says, and then he looks up at you, signaling that he’s done. 
“Again, thank you guys for being normal and treating them like they are real people, because they are. Back to you Dr. P,” I say, and then go and stand in my spot on our risers. He thanks me for doing that, and then starts our rehearsal like normal. 
The rehearsal winds up being exactly like normal, until after it’s over. It’s then, as I pick up my binder to go put it away, that I notice a line has formed in front of Harry and the others. I drop what I’m holding and run over there. 
“What the heck y’all? You were doing so good at acting like it was normal. What are you doing?” I screech as I get over there and stand in front of Harry and the first person in line, blocking him from them with my body. 
“You never said we couldn’t get autographs after rehearsal,” James, the guy at the front of the line states. 
“Yeah, because it goes without saying. Shoo. He’s not here for your entertainment. So leave him, and everyone else alone!” I shout, and then Dr. P whistles to get everyone’s attention. 
“Everyone, away from Y/N’s guests. We agreed to treat them like normal, and this is not treating them like normal. Everyone put your stuff away and go to your next class. Now!” he tells them, in the voice that makes all of them aware of how serious he is. Slowly, they all turn and put their stuff away and head out the door. After everyone is gone I turn and wrap my arms around Harry’s waist, and bury my face in his neck. 
“I’m so sorry. I thought they would be fine. I never thought they would do that,” I mumble into his neck, and he whispers an “Its okay,” into the top of my head as he rests his head there and wraps his arms around me. 
“I’m sorry everyone. They will be getting a very firm speech tomorrow. Heaven forbid they act like celebrities are just people,” Dr. P says, looking from one person to the other.  “And since James was the leader of the pack I will be calling him into my office to have a conversation. Again, I’m sorry. Have a good rest of your day everyone,” he finishes, and then leaves the room. None of us move, and I think that they don’t move simply because I am not moving. 
When I finally pull away from Harry, I shoot a small smile towards the others. 
“I’m really sorry you guys.  I expected them to be able to act like normal. If y’all don’t want to come to the rehearsal tonight, I understand.”
“No, we’re coming,” Harry butts in. “You've told me yourself that the cast is really small, and they're all your good friends, so I do not expect them to behave like the choir did. It will be fine. Everyone that was planning on coming to rehearsal, which I think was only me and… wait, no. We were all coming. Sarah, Mitch, Jeff, if you don’t want to come then that’s fine. But, Mum, Gemma, I really want you to be there, and Y/N won’t say it, but she also wants you to be there.” I watch the thoughts cross everyone’s minds, and then Sarah pipes up.
“I still want to come. I mean, you’re really close to production, right?” I nod my head, and then Sarah starts speaking again. “When will we get another chance to see Y/N in a show? We’re always touring, and when we aren't we’re all in our own homes, towns, so on. So, I will be going. And if I go Mitch will. So, Jeff, you’re the only one still debating. C’mon. After next week Mitch and I are taking a break, and everyone else will be in Australia.”
“Yeah Jeff,” I say, looking at him. “When else will you get to see me be the lead?” I ask, with a tilt of my head and the look Harry has named my “puppy dog” face, because I use it at any moment where I want something. In fact, that look is part of the reason Harry and the team had come to visit.
“Fine. You have a point,” Jeff says, and then playfully shoves me. “Now drop the puppy dog look. You got your way,” he says with a smile. Everyone gives a little cheer, and then I clap my hands together to get their attention. 
“Okay, y’all wanted to see my apartment, and due to our little kerfuffle and then conversation we now have only…” I trail off as I grab Jeff’s arm and check the time on his watch. “40 minutes before Harry and I are supposed to be in tech theater class, so we best get going if you want to see it,” I say, before grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him towards the door. He stumbles after me, and we make it outside before anyone else. He pulls me into him and we stand there with my head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on mine while we wait for everyone to make it out the door. 
“I can’t wait to finally be alone again,” he whispers to me, and just as the words leave his mouth everyone else makes it out the doors, so I just pull back and peck his lips, before moving away. 
“Okay, my apartment is right over there,” I say with a point, because my building is just across from the rehearsal hall. “But, if everyone is going back to the hotel when we go to class, then I suggest y’all drive over there. The parking lot is in the back. We can walk over and I’ll let y’all in when you get there,” I tell them, and they all nod before heading to the car Jeff had rented for all of them. We watch as they pile in, and then Harry takes my hand and we walk to the building. This time we make small talk as we walk over, and I ask him what he thought about rehearsal. 
“It was so different from what I had been imagining. I understand now why you’re always worn out afterwards, and why you take a 1 o’clock nap everyday,” he says with a laugh, and I chuckle along with him. “And Dr. P is so intense in rehearsal.”
“And that was a good rehearsal,” I tell him with a small smile. “Imagine what a bad day is like,” I say, and he grimaces and shakes his head. 
“At least you know what you’re doing, and you know you’re not one of the people he gets upset with on the bad days.” I nod in agreement, and then open the door to the building to let him in. As we walk in I see the others standing outside the doors to the parking lot, and I let out a loud laugh as I run across the entryway to let them into the building. “Sorry,” I say to them, still laughing as I open the door. “We were walking slow because we were talking,” I tell them as they walk past me. They all nod or murmur in understanding, and I lead them to the elevator. “Those are our mailboxes,” I say, pointing to the alcove full of postboxes next to the elevator. “If we get a package we get a slip put in there and then we go to the campus postoffice with our slip to get our package,” I tell them, and then realize that I just explained how a PO box works. “I’m sorry. You definitely already knew that was how a PO box works,” I say with an awkward chuckle. Anne walks to me and gives me a one-armed hug. 
“You’re just nervous. I was too, the first time I invited people to my house,” she tells me, and then gently squeezes my shoulder. I smile in appreciation, and then the elevator doors open and we all step on. I press the button for the third floor, and grimace as the doors take forever to close. 
“Sorry, our elevator is super slow. At least you’re not here on a day that it’s broken,” I say to them as it starts to move. “Week before last it was broken, and I was almost certain no one told the building supervisor, because there was no out of order sign on it. I thought we had all just adapted and started taking the stairs.”
“Everytime I called her,” Harry says, starting to laugh as he starts to tell a story, and I start to blush because I know exactly what he’s going to say. “She would complain about having to take the stairs, and would say she was going to start sleeping in the lobby until they fixed the elevator. They wound up fixing it on a Saturday,” he says as the elevator stops and we all step out and I begin to lead everyone to my apartment at the end of the hall. “and it was night when she got back and realized, so after my show ended I had a selfie of her in the elevator that said ‘I don’t have to sleep in the lobby!’” He tells the story with a smile, continuing as we walk down the hall to my apartment, and I hide my face in his arm as he tells it, hoping that no one is seeing how hard I’m blushing. Everyone gives a slight chuckle as the story ends, and while they're laughing I slide my key into the lock and open my apartment door, holding it for everyone to come in. I watch them take in the small apartment, because it is a school provided apartment, and begin to overthink about how small it is and that they may not like it, and just as I start to get into my own head, Gemma speaks up. 
“Y/N,” she says with a huge smile on her face as she turns to look at me. “This apartment kitchen is so cute! You did such a good job decorating.” I blush as she says it, and then feel Harry wrap his arms around me. 
“This is just the kitchen and  common space. Wait until you see her room,” he says, and then points the women in the direction of my room. I laugh as I see that Jeff and Mitch, who has little guy in his lap, are just sitting on the couch, obviously not caring about decorations. Harry unwraps himself from me, places a kiss on my forehead, and then goes to join the guys in the living room. I laugh again, and then head into my room. 
“Wow,” Sarah says the moment I walk in. “This is so impressive.” 
“Thanks,” I quietly say, blushing because I hate being complicated. 
“No seriously,” Gemma says, standing in front of my desk area. “How did you make this work in such a small space?”
“Well, I played a lot of Sims when I was in high school, so I got kind of good at interior design,” I say with a laugh. “Want to see what I did with the bathroom?” They all nod, and I show them that room, and then, after they tell me how much they love it, we walk back into the living area. “Well, that’s the apartment,” I say as I sit down on the arm of the chair Harry is sitting in. “Hey, babe,” I say, turning slightly to look at him. “What time is it?”
“Uhm, 1:45. We should probably head to your class, yeah?” he asks, and I nod in response. Everyone who was sitting stands up, and we head for the door. I lock the door behind us as everyone heads for the elevator. When we get to the lobby I give everyone a hug goodbye, before Harry and I head out the opposite doors, heading back to the building we had left not that long ago. 
Technical theater turns out to just be more painting for the set of the show we are currently working on, and for an hour Harry and I paint the set, with the other people in my class. When that’s over we head to my car, and I drive us back to the hotel to get changed, and then we meet everyone in the lobby of the hotel and head to dinner before we all go to my rehearsal. 
After dinner we head back to the school, and, luckily, the seating in our theater had been set up the day before, so rehearsal turns into a basic performance for me and everyone in the cast. Before rehearsal starts, I introduce the other people in the cast to Harry and the others, even though most of the people were also in choir. We as a cast do our warm-ups, and then I head backstage to get ready for my first entrance. 
Throughout the rehearsal, every time I come off stage, I go around the side of the set wall, and make a face at Harry. He laughs quietly every time, and Anne slightly hits his shoulder each time, making me laugh.  After rehearsal ends I say goodbye to my cast mates, and then we all pile into the car as Jeff drives to the airport, in order to send Gemma and Anne off. Harry and i get out at the airport to say goodbye, and then we drive back to the hotel. After we get back to the hotel, Harry and I say goodnight to everyone, and then duck into our hotel room. As soon as the door shuts behind us Harry pulls me into him, and pulls me into a deep kiss. 
“Thank you for inviting us,” he says when he pulls away. “I know it’s hard for you to open up to other people, especially when it comes to your acting and singing. But thank you.” I blush and smile, before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He taps the back of my legs, and I jump into his arms as he carries me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us, just in case. 
In the morning, when I wake up, I shoot a text to Jeff. 
Hey, make sure you have a pass for me at the ticket booth tomorrow night. I’ll drive out as soon as my test is over.
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spidervee · 1 year
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marbles • jake seresin x fem!reader
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summary: jake doesn’t always think before he acts and you tend to do enough thinking for the both of you. this is the story of your friendship and five years spent apart; your budding romance and broken hearts. because when you tell jake you can’t marry him, you don’t expect him to ever come back to you. but a lot can change, especially when you wake up in the hospital and his gorgeous face is the first you see
a/n: started this a while ago (with a different title, but never posted it, deleted my account, then realized this was a little brain worm that never went away lol she’s a hot mess y’all); going to try a taglist, so hmu if you’re interested? Each part of the story will cover a different key moment in jake’s relationship with reader
part one of eight: easy (like you) -> you and Jake reconnect at a frat party in freshman year
part two of eight: under-rehearsed -> coming soon! jake realizes he's still got feelings for you and you realize that maybe you never stopped holding a torch for him
series warnings: 18+ only! fem!reader; reader has no racial or body type descriptors except that she is shorter than jake; reader is nicknamed “jersey” but no use of y/n; loads of cursing; military inaccuracies, sorry; hospitals; mentions of: accidents, surgery, food, near-death experience, failed engagements, weed and alcohol; smut, dirty talk, and sexual banter — more specific warnings to be marked part by part but y’all know I’m writing Jake with a daddy kink; mutual pining; idiots in love; an excuse to write cowboy!jake; more tba if necessary
snippet: “Heard you’re a hero now,” you offer, desperate for the conversation to shift. If you can get Jake talking about himself, about his flying, then you’re safe. He never shuts up about it. 
No luck, you realize, when he simply sucks in his teeth and crosses his arms over his chest. 
“Your sister told me about it,” you continue, “As much as she could, I guess. Doesn’t really add up though, you being there to save those other guys.” 
Instantly, you and Jake both seem to realize where this is heading. Like the conversation is a semi-truck coming at you with its headlights blinding you and its horn blaring, but there’s nowhere to turn so a collision course is imminent. 
“Don’t do this, Jers,” Jake pleads. “Not now.” 
“I’m just saying,” you continue, riled up by Jake’s seeming refusal to talk, “You obviously put yourself in extra danger, willingly, might I add, to do something heroic. For what? A medal? Bragging rights? Jake, you’re absolutely—“ 
“I have nothing else!” 
The interjection, impassioned and angry as it is, catches you off guard. Jake has never raised his voice at you before today, not ever. Not even when you accidentally killed the engine on his tractor. 
You don’t reply, not for lack of wanting. It would seem that your voice has gotten lost, shrunk into your lungs, ashamed of all it had let loose just moments ago. Jake looks at you with a pained expression and you’re reminded of the night you might as well have pulled his heart out of his chest and crushed it under foot. 
“I’m…” 
“Forget it,” Jake sighs, defeated, “I’ll leave. Glad you’re okay.” 
He goes. You let him. 
Until you hear the front door close softly and you’re dragging yourself across the hallway. By the time you’re outside, he’s halfway to his truck. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake shouts, disbelief written in his raised eyebrows. He looks half-angry, half-terrified that you’ll throw yourself down the porch steps. Your stance is ungainly, your body off balance with that weight of your cast and it would take very little for you to fall, especially as overwhelmed as you feel right now. 
“Don’t leave,” you call, trying not to cringe at how cliché you sound. “Jake, please. Just…stay?” He stares at you for a long moment and you feel sweat trickle down the back of your neck, but you’re not convinced it’s from the Texan heat. 
A small hint of a smirk starts to tug at the corners of his lips and it makes something warm and welcome explode in your chest. “A good ol’ Southern boy ain’t gonna leave his girl stranded, is he?” 
“Didn’t think you were my girl anymore,” Jake whispers, by your side in three long strides, his arms taking care to hold you up where you’ve started to wobble.
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jmdbjk · 1 year
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The gut punch.
Hobi’s eyes in this Weverse live... them knowing that we don’t know all the things... how do they keep it all together? This inevitable situation they must grapple with and work through and come out the other side. Hobi visited with his family recently. We thought something might be up but then a little time passed and we continued to skip along merrily, unaware... and now here we are. 
I am so glad Jimin visited Hobi during his bday live... it’s always so bittersweet when we can look back at things and say “they knew it then and they had to act like everything was ok.”
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Time has a weird way of simultaneously accelerating and grinding to a halt depending on what we are applying it to. As a year, 2023 is moving right along...it’s already almost March! Grass is growing! Sun is shining! Mosquitos are back! 
Seems like we were just watching Hobi at New Year’s Rockin’ Eve trying not to slip on that cold, rainy stage. Seems like we were just frantic to know where is Jimin!? And WHEN was Jimin’s album coming?? We knew it had to be soon... and then the release date dropped and now Jimin is all over the place. And we still have photo folios coming at us. And the Suga/Agust D tour coming... and now Hobi’s On the Street! and the ball is rolling faster and faster. Time is spinning, spinning faster... 
And then we think about Jin. The Astronaut was released 4 months ago. Jinnie has been gone just a little over 2 months, yet it seems like he’s been gone for months upon months. Time slows down so much when I think about how long its been since we’ve seen Jin in real time. 
I thought after these few months of Jin being gone, the next announcement wouldn’t hurt so bad but this really hurts. It was like a gut punch. 
Y’all... I’m not sure how I will handle it when we get the “Hello, this is BigHit Music” for Jimin’s enlistment announcement. I never in a million years would have guessed “who is that blonde cutie” would turn into needing to take a week off work to cope with him enlisting in the military. Please, make it make sense.
I keep thinking about Jimin trying to keep us and himself grounded by saying things like “we’re not celebrities (who enjoy red carpet events)” and “I am just a goofy friend in sweatpants who loves soju.” At his essence, yes, that’s who he is. Unfortunately, we don’t have the privilege of seeing any hints of his real life because the hatefulness that exists in the world has taken that away from us.
But Jimin reminds us from time to time that he is just a regular guy who enjoys simple pleasures.
What he does show us is Jimin of BTS. The idols’ idol. He is always wanting to show us his good side. He wants to always be “pretty” for us. He works hard at his job and he does it very well. Like...he’s the best there is in the industry.
We know he’s working himself into the ground with his solo work. When it is his time to enlist, he will leave knowing he’s put his heart and soul, blood, sweat and tears into it. I went back and re-read his Weverse article from June of last year. He said back then that he did not want to spend this next year being half-assed with what he was doing. He was going to do it “properly.” 
We’ve heard several of the members state how hard Jimin’s been working. We’ve heard it from the mouths of people who have worked with him as well. His solo work will be just as amazing as he is.
There is a gap in Jimin’s album promo map... to allow for Yoongi’s concert ticket sales and for Hobi’s On the Street release. We get confused regarding the timing of all of their activities. There are lots of moving parts we don’t know about. And solos and mantis screaming unrealistically about unfairness and mistreatment add to the confusion, regardless of how it’s all carefully planned out as best as possible and regardless how many times the members each implore us to trust them. More than ever, it is imperative to ignore the haters and the people trying to misdirect our attention.
We do not know the reasons for, or the how or the why each member decides when they will go ahead and enlist. That is a very personal and private thing for them. They make the decision according to what is best for themselves. We are not entitled to know their reasons for that decision. There are a lot of things they consider and they plan everything the best they can with every other member’s plans for enlistment and solo work because they respect each other. Also, the company can see the big picture as to how to give everything the best chance for the best outcome. Is it all perfect? No. Humans are involved. They simply asked us to trust them.
The exact timing of enlistment maybe hasn't been set in stone for each of them since last year but they are weighing and considering all the moving parts and they pretty much know, if not the day they will set it in motion, at least the very small window when they will. I think all of the releases and timings of it all have been planned as best as possible regarding all this and the solos and mantis can scream mistreatment and unfairness all they want but this is real fucking life. Wheels within wheels are constantly turning... yes. They asked us to trust them.
I think we should be grateful for everything they’ve done and the sacrifices they’ve made because truthfully, they owe none of that to us with the way parts of this fandom move. 
Do you believe they are strong individuals? Do you feel they are reliable? Have they ever let us down? They asked us for our trust and our blessing. 
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Let’s give it to them unconditionally.
We’ve seen hints of Joonie working...will it be a parting gift too?
And these Weverse conversations they have amongst each other will eventually turn into their group conversations and we will collectively lose our minds when they happen. Time rolls on without regard to our feelings. 
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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years
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Take A Break | Austin!Elvis x reader
Request from anonymous: I know you’re probably super busy, but if you can, I would love to see a little snippet of the reader taking care of AB!Elvis. It could take place early in his career when he was constantly driving all the time to cities and small towns. Like maybe he’s sick or something, and the reader is like, “You HAVE to take a break!” Maybe have her tag team Elvis with his momma. Again, just a little idea. 🥰 Thanks for reading!
Elvis gets sick after all the traveling to his shows, and it’s up to you and his mama to help him get better 🤍
a/n: Wanted to get this request out while I work on some other projects! This was such a cute one to write, thank you so much for the request darling!!
Word count: 855 (a little shorter than usual, sorry y’all!)
Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!
Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍
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Let’s get one thing straight: You were incredibly proud of your boyfriend, of course you were. His career was taking off just like he’d always wanted and you couldn’t be happier. He was doing shows at an almost concerning frequency, though. Elvis had just gotten back from a show out in Bowling Green, yet not two days later he was already packed and ready to leave for another show in Knoxville.
You pulled up to Graceland, ready to send him off and wish him well like you always did. He claimed that you were his good luck charm, joking that if you didn’t come to see him off then the show would undoubtedly be a failure.
You knocked on the front door, and his mother opened it, a slightly worried look on her face. Your smile fades as you take in her countenance.
“Hi, Mrs. Presley, is everything alright?”
“Hi, darlin’,” she says, stepping aside to let you in, “I’m glad you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into him.” She leads you up to Elvis’s room as she explains, “He’s sick, yet he’s insistin’ on going to his show tonight! Poor boy doesn’t wanna disappoint the fans, but he’ll work himself to death at this rate.”
You sigh in understanding, “I’ve told him he needs to slow down and take breaks, but he loves performing so much… I’ll try to talk to him, see if I can do anything to help.”
She squeezes your hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to him right now, don’t mind me, alright?”
She opens his door to reveal your boyfriend bustling around his room, his guitar case and an open suitcase with clothes neatly folded inside sitting on his bed. He looks pale, you note worriedly, and your worry heightens as he turns and greets you.
“Y/N! Hey baby, thanks for comin’,” he grins, his voice scratchy, and as he comes over to hug you you notice he’s much warmer than usual.
“Elvis, what are you doing, you’re sick!” you frown, “You can’t be going off to do a show like this!”
“What? No I’m fine, baby,” he tries to assure you “I told Mama already, it’s just a little cold, it’ll be gone by the time I get there.”
“Elvis, I already told you I’m not gonna let you go off to a show in this state!” Gladys cries, moving his guitar case and suitcase off the bed, “You need to rest. You’ll reschedule your show, find another date.”
“Wha— Mama, I’m fine!” Elvis protests as she leads him over to lay down. “Y/N, please tell her I’m fine, this ain’t a big deal.” He turns to you beseechingly.
“I’m sorry, honey, I’m with your mama on this one,” you say, “You can’t do a show like this. You’re doin’ too much, you need a break.” You plead as you sit down on the edge of the bed and smooth his hair back from where it’s sticking to his forehead.
He looks like he wants to protest again, but looking between you and Gladys, he relents. “Alright,” he sighs, “I’ll ask the Colonel if he can figure out a way to reschedule.”
You step away as he reaches for the phone and begins explaining the situation to the Colonel. His manager clearly isn’t happy, but Elvis makes it clear that he won’t be able to make it to the show and eventually the Colonel agrees to figure out a different date.
The next few days are devoted to nursing Elvis back to health, forcing him to stay in bed despite his pleas to get up “just for a little bit.” You know the urge to get up and do something must be driving him crazy, but both you and Gladys are adamant that he has to wait until his fever’s gone.
The day finally comes where his fever breaks and his voice is back to its normal huskiness, and he practically leaps out of bed.
“Elvis, take it easy!” you urge as he races downstairs to the porch, you racing after him.
He stops in the foyer and turns to you, foot tapping, arm wiggling, the urge to simply move clear in every fiber of his being. His eyes soften, however, at the concern in your voice and he envelops you in a hug.
“Thank you for takin’ such good care of me, darlin’.”
“Always, baby.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight, “I just… you work so hard, and I’m worried that one day you’re gonna push too far.” You lean back to look into his clear blue eyes, moving to cup his cheek. “Promise me you’ll slow down, please? I don’t care what the Colonel says, you need breaks, you need to take care of yourself.”
“I promise, sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You don’t need to go worryin’ about me.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you laugh as he leads you out to the porch, the two of you basking in the Tennessee sunlight.
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blues824 · 1 year
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Just saw the uzui mc headcanon, if you don't mind how about if with the obey me brothers seeing how mc can have more partners?
I got this request on August 8, and I finally finished it… I am so sorry to the person who requested this.
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Lucifer
Yet another power couple. You are natural-born leaders, so it makes sense that when you get together, nothing can stop either of you. Whenever you or Lucifer post something on Devilgram, it goes viral almost instantaneously.
When you tell him about your ‘family tradition’ of polyamorous relationships, he turns into the unimpressed emoji. You merely laugh it off, telling him it was a joke… but he remains unamused. He wants you all to himself, Y/N.
He’s glad that you found something to do in your spare time. Exercising and working out can be good for both body and mind. When you are working out, he makes sure you stay hydrated as well as making sure you don’t take it too far.
As for your physique, you are built. You take your job as Lucifer’s bodyguard very seriously. Not even Mammon could be paid or persuaded to mess with you or even call you ‘human’. Built like a tank, you are.
He won’t admit it, but he loves seeing your soft side. The fact that it’s only reserved for him and him alone fills his heart with an overwhelming sense of pride. In return, he will be more lenient towards you. His hard gaze would be softened when looking at you.
You both have really big egos, so he won’t be calling you “flamboyant god/goddess of festivals” anytime soon. He would call you “darling”, “dear”, etc. to annoy you and make you mad since he’s not calling you your desired title.
As for your jewelry and makeup, he’s kind of indifferent towards it. He sees strange and unusual styles whenever he walks to the bustling town. Whenever he goes out and sees a headband that reminds him of you, he will buy it and give it to you when he gets back.
Lucifer is impressed by the abilities and skills you have as a demon slayer. You can easily kill any demon that is foolish enough to mess with you. The blade you carry around is specially made to do that task, so he is glad that you aren’t completely defenseless.
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Mammon
Another power couple situation. Y’all will strut through the hallways because you know everyone would kill to be either of you. I imagine you both pick up modeling gigs with each other. Your Devilgram follower count isn’t something to laugh at either.
I think he could be convinced to add another person to the relationship. However, he’s the Avatar of Greed, so if the other person is taking up too much of your attention and time then it’s time for them to go.
He teased you once (called you ‘dumb human’) and you punched him in the stomach so hard. He couldn’t breathe correctly for about an hour. He never messes with you again. He knows you work out a lot, so you obviously have muscles for days.
A few weeks before a modeling gig, he would join you in the gym to get a bit toned for the shot. He would complain about how he was sore… even though he did one sit-up. Halfway through the workout routine, he passes out from exhaustion. You had to carry him to his room.
He absolutely loves your soft side where you’re more quiet and calm. He soaks up all the attention you give him and he will have a giddy smile on his face. He’s the Avatar of Greed, so he’s going to be greedy about your caring and loving side.
Mammon has both an inferiority complex and a superiority complex… but that’s not what I’m talking about today. He would call you “Flamboyant God/Goddess of Festivals” if he needs or wants something. Or if he’s in trouble and he needs you to protect him.
When he sees your jewelry and your makeup, he thinks you’re going to a costume party at first. Then seeing you wear it the same way everyday makes him realize that it’s just your style. He would definitely get you a bunch of headbands, but deny it because he’s a big tsundere.
He turns into the star-eyed emoji whenever he sees you demonstrate your skills as a Hashira. He realizes how much work you put in to get to where you are today. The amount of dedication and effort to set yourself up for success. He’s glad that you can fend for yourself and that he doesn’t need to defend you.
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Leviathan
You remind him of the Sound Hashira from “Help! Rip-off Michael Jackson turned my sister into a demon and now I’m trying to find a cure for her!” You are definitely wearing the pants in your relationship, though. He’s too socially awkward.
He definitely doesn’t want to add anyone to your relationship. He’s the Avatar of Envy, he gets jealous when you say ‘hi’ to anyone else that isn’t him. When you bring up your ‘family tradition’ as a joke, he won’t take it as that. Instead, he will think that it’s your way of saying he isn’t enough for you.
You wouldn’t catch him dead working out. He never ventures outside of his room, save for meals and to restock his snack stash. He would be there to sit on your back as you do push-ups to add an extra challenge for you. However, he won’t be actively doing the push-ups.
Levi knows that you are built like a tank. He’s happy to have you as his bodyguard. Now he can go out in public without having to socialize with anyone because you handle the situation. Because of how intimidating you look, no one wants to mess around. You’re like Levi’s secret service.
He loves your soft side. He absolutely soaks up all the special attention you give him. It boosts his ego because all this attention is for him and him alone. He’s the only one who gets to experience the gentle and kind person behind the tough and flamboyant mask.
He probably would call you the “God/Goddess of Festivals” from time to time… especially when you’re sad. He doesn’t really know how to comfort people, but he knows that it’s a tiny surprise to help you through the tough times. Other than that, he’d call you by your name or “Henry”.
He likes your jewelry and makeup. He understands that it’s your style, but the first time he saw you like that he thought you were cosplaying your favorite character from your favorite anime or manga. He would definitely buy you a bunch of headbands whenever he sees them.
He would definitely record you training and post it. As you use your Sound Breathing, he would be so blown away. When you unsheathe your swords and cut through trees, he audibly gasps. You’ve even cut through a solid boulder! You move with such grace and elegance. It was truly breath-taking.
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Satan
I think this is a good and healthy balance between loud and quiet. You aren’t exactly a power couple, but you do attract a lot of attention. Satan prefers things to be on the down-low, whereas you prefer to shout it out loud for the world to hear.
I don’t know if he’d add anyone to your relationship. Maybe… if you play your cards right. He will have a full list of terms and conditions for the other person. If they even go near breaking any rules, they’re out of here.
He might join you on a peaceful walk or even a jog. I don’t think he would do a full-fledged workout unless he needs an outlet for his anger. Like Leviathan, he will sit on your back while you do push-ups to give you that extra weight lift.
Everyone can see your muscles. For many, that’s the first thing they notice about you. It was probably the first thing Satan noticed about you as well. However, it’s not the thing he judged about you in your first interaction. 
Satan soaks up all the attention you give him when you’re in a soft mood. He will lay his head in your lap as you gently run your scarred hands through his hair. It’s a routine that can calm him down after a frustrating day, and it makes him take a break to appreciate the good things.
He most definitely would NOT call you “God/Goddess of Festivals”. To him, it’s like admitting someone is better than him, and he doesn’t like that. The only time he would call you that is when you both are fighting with each other, which doesn’t happen a lot surprisingly.
He does notice that you do your makeup in a completely different way than most. He also notices the tons and tons of jewelry you like to wear. He’s indifferent towards it because he believes judgment should be based on actions and intentions rather than physical appearances.
He might come with you to watch you train, but he thinks it’s all in Beel’s level of experience. His exercising consists of long walks to and from different places. Although, he would totally go to support you. As you work, you both talk to each other about anything that comes to mind.
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Asmodeus
Another power couple. You both are trending on Devilgram, anything either of you post almost immediately goes viral. I feel like you would both build off of each other's energy in social media influencer events. A lot of demons are jealous of either you or Asmo, or the both of you.
He would say that he’s absolutely down for another person in your relationship, but he is secretly jealous over the third person who catches your eye. Like, was he not beautiful for you to be happy? He would always be passive-aggressive towards the third partner until they get the hint and leave.
After a tough workout, Asmo would lead you into some calming and soothing yoga. He probably wouldn’t do any of the extreme exercises that you do, but he will make you some cute workout clothes. At most, he’d sit on your back as you do push-ups, as well as give you kisses for every time you sit up while doing sit-ups.
You are built like a brick wall, and Asmo knows this. He often traces your arms whenever you hang out. He’s always surprised whenever you lift something super heavy or whenever you pick him up and either throw him over your shoulder or carry him bridal-style.
Asmo becomes a literal sponge when you show your soft side to him. I’m talking cuddles, kisses, whispering sweet nothings to one another, the whole nine yards. Self-care is an absolute necessity. Days where you put on some relaxing music and you apply some cleansing masks, gossiping away are a must.
He would put your contact name as “ My God/Goddess of Festivals” and would start every call or conversation by addressing you as such. You’re more of a party animal than even he is, so in his mind you deserve such a grand title. He doesn’t mind either way, though.
He has seen how you do your makeup and he is thriving for it. There are days where he feels bored of his usual makeup routine and he plops himself on your bed for you to do his makeup. The amount of pictures he has of the both of you with identical makeup is astonishing.
As for when you’re training, he’s most definitely impressed by how well you wield your swords. He’s the kind to 1) keep you hydrated and 2) push you to take breaks. He doesn’t need you passing out from either dehydration or exhaustion. He most likely would post a picture of you flexing your muscles as well.
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Beelzebub
Gym partners for life. While Beel is a bit more quiet than you are, you both are still pretty loud. You aren’t a power couple, but when you walk into the room, your presence is immediately noticed. I feel like you are in charge in the relationship as well.
He probably wouldn’t want to share you and your love with anyone else… besides maybe Belphie. If you and Beel are in a relationship, Belphie is naturally there as well. I’m talking cuddle piles on the bed, Beel carrying the both of you over his shoulders (he’s a demon, he’s much stronger than you).
Beel works out with you a lot, however your reasoning behind doing these excessive  workouts are completely different. Belphie offers his services as an extra weight to create a more difficult challenge for the both of you. You all talk about the days you had, Beel passes out snacks, Belphie passes out… fun times.
You both are carved from an entirely different block of marble. I’m not talking about the muscles, but the noble hearts within as well. Everyone sees you as something that’s stronger than them and therefore intimidating, but only a select few know the real you.
Beel loves all the attention you give him, especially after a Fangol game. You offer to give him a back massage as he tells you about how it felt to get the winning touchdown. There are date nights where it ends up in the both of you laying on his bed, just cuddling.
He would probably call you “God/Goddess of Festivals” just whenever. He knows that no one really calls you that, so it’s a pick-me-up for you whenever someone uses your preferred title. He also probably shortens it and just calls you “My God/Goddess”.
He doesn’t understand makeup, but he thinks you look so good and unique with your style. He sees how your jewelry ties together the whole look as well. Now, whenever Beel is in public, he keeps an eye out for any accessory he thinks you’ll like (you also have a necklace that has a red B on it, and he has one with your first initial).
Your training is completely different from a workout, and Beel doesn’t know anything about your training. He will go with you and watch as you bring out your swords and cut through solid objects with such grace. Wait… wasn’t your previous occupation slaying demons?
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Belphegor
Literal opposites. You’re so energetic and cheerful and flamboyant, while he’s probably got a hoodie somewhere that says “more espresso, less depresso”. Your personalities tend to clash often, what with both of you being very dominant people.
He wouldn’t even share you with Beel. He’s been described as ‘yandere’, and it shows in your relationship. He gets insanely jealous whenever you talk to anyone else besides him and his brothers, and even then he still gets angry if it wasn’t Beel who you were talking to.
He doesn’t have the energy to workout, but he would lie if he didn’t find it hot whenever you did something like pull-ups or flex your muscles. Like Hello, sailor! He would offer to sit on your back or hold your feet down whenever you needed something more challenging.
There have been many times where Belphie just passes out and you have to carry him back to his bed so that he can sleep comfortably. You also throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes whenever you can.
Even though he would never admit it, he loves seeing your gentle side. He can feel you running your fingers through his hair while he’s asleep. Cuddles are necessary as well. Btw, he’s the little spoon! Anyways, he can also hear the sweet nothings you whisper into his hair.
He would not be calling you “God/Goddess of Festivals”. Don’t even try, you won’t get anywhere on this topic. This is basically stating that you are of a higher status than him, and he’s seen God. You aren’t Him, though in his mind you would be better.
He thinks your makeup probably takes a lot of effort, too much effort for him. You look good though! He might secretly add necklaces to your collection, a little dash of him here and there. Same thing with headbands.
Your training seems super difficult, and he’s proud of you and how well you do during your training sessions. He’s never seen a dual-wielder, so the technique is a bit different. You move with the grace of an archangel going to slay a beast.
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aquaquadrant · 1 year
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Thinking about the fact that in both worlds XB and Keralis find each other. Could you tell us more about Papa AI's and BX's relationship? Like it's implied/kinda stated that AI took BX from the arena saving him/getting a very loyal follower. Does AI really care for BX and vice versa?
OHOHOHO, i’m so glad you asked, my friend. alisker and bx’s backstory is something that doesn’t really have much relevance to the main plot of HTP, and likely won’t even come up except in little hints here and there, but i couldn’t resist developing it anyways so y’all are in for a treat 😂
bx was indeed a gladiator at the arena- an unwilling one, i might add. he was captured when he was fairly young (older kid/younger teen) after an unfortunate death put him at spawn at just the wrong time, and forced to fight for the entertainment of hels’ most wealthy and powerful denizens. bx quickly took to it, however, becoming a skilled and vicious fighter. as the years passed, he ascended the ranks until he was put up against the arena’s reigning champion; helsknight.
bx lost that fight, badly, respawning back in his cage (all gladiators were forced to set their spawns with respawn anchors, so dying in the arena wouldn’t set them free). to his surprise, he had a visitor; the newly self-appointed head of new helington, alisker.
alisker was a young business mogul who’d made his fortune in diamond mining (some say his extra eyes granted him the ability to see through stone- or perhaps he was just lucky) and built a thriving crime syndicate from it, ruling the city with an iron fist. as any player in the upper class, alisker had attended these gladiator fights and taken a shine to bx. he bought bx’s freedom from the arena- on the condition that bx work for him.
bx accepted the deal, but it wasn’t necessarily a happy arrangement. he didn’t mind the type of enforcement work he did for alisker, but his years of gladiator fighting had left him wary, distrustful, and borderline feral. he was also hiding a pretty significant secret; he was a guardian hybrid. out of water, there was nothing about him to give it away, and that’s how he liked to keep it. he knew his fellow hybrid gladiators were seen as less than human by some, and he didn’t want to jeopardize his newly found freedom.
when or how exactly they got together, i’m not sure. i will say that their dynamic initially wasn’t the healthiest, considering the power imbalance between them, but it wasn’t bad in terms of hels standards. alisker was patient and very clear about his intentions, and eventually bx let down his walls. alisker figuring out bx was a guardian hybrid happened by accident (a mishap with a water elevator) but his reaction was what convinced bx that alisker could be trusted; alisker assured bx that it didn’t matter, and promised to keep his secret. and since then, alisker has earned bx’s unending loyalty and dedication.
things did get a little complicated when alisker met atlas and started funding hels tek. at first it was just ordinary redstone contraptions and farms, but then hels tek started looking towards hybrids as an infinite resource. clearly, this posed a threat to bx. but alisker decided to continue funding atlas’s work because it was the best way to keep a close eye on him, and ensure his search for hybrids never came close to bx (as well as communicate that bx was off limits). after all, the best way to control potential threats is to have them under your thumb.
overall, i’d say that alisker and bx care for each other as best as any two players in hels can. it might not always be the most wholesome or healthy relationship, since neither of them really know what that looks like, but they love in their own way and they’d defend each other to the end. because if alisker is going to ever be the ‘king’ of hels, he needs his queen by his side.
(keralis calls xb ‘princess’, alisker calls bx ‘queenie.’)
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theysangastheyslew · 1 year
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Hey!!!
I want to share more suffering with you, homie haha *crying*
What do you think of the episode? Especially 132 part ofc!
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Hi friend! :'))))))))) Ooooooh honey that gif is such a mood XD I’ve been trying to collect my thoughts and this is the best I can do atm. Sorry it’s kind of wordy but here we go 🥲
Ok! So ever-present pacing issues aside, the overarching story made for a solid episode and the animation was incredible. Hell, even the things I disliked objectively looked well-done out of context. Overall, that was no small feat to pull off, especially in such harsh working conditions. I truly do want to acknowledge that.
But in regards to 132, you guys already put into words how I feel better than I could. I may not have anything new to add, but I’ll say what I liked first and then put my issues under a cut.
As someone who actually really likes Yams’ art style, I loved that they consistently kept Hange’s face accurate to the manga. It was really inconsistent throughout the final season and they struggled to not make it too short a lot of times. Hange was always still stunning of course but the difference always stuck out to me. Here everyone was drawn well, but you can tell she got some extra attention.
The way they inched Levi closer to where Hange was sitting while talking with Yelena. Insignificant yeah but consistent with their past behavior. Also I’m glad they tweaked the position of his bandages so it looked less like they were painfully tugging upwards on his nose.
The pained expressions of the kids and Hange watching Levi struggle to even hold his gear
The “unrequited love” exchange. It had most of the softness and emotion from the manga even though the weight of that line will never be realized in non-written form. The camera lingered on each frame in a way that conveyed the sentiment. This is what got my hopes up that they would stay truer to the source material with DYH.
I'm so glad they left in Hange's lines to Flochroach about not giving up. Helps show—once again—that they wanted to live
The choked way Levi said “Devote your heart” + Hange’s widened eye and soft gasp at his words. Though not tearing up like in the manga, the shot still looked lovely for the half second it lasted. He doesn't pause halfway through saying it though so this one I'm still wrestling with.
Of course, the last stand. Onscreen, Hange took out at least 16 colossals (including the ones we see trip and get trampled) and definitely more offscreen (when they cut away to show other characters) and for the last few, did it while in the most pain a human body can feel. 7/10 for combat, my ass. Idk about y’all but I can’t stop hearing Romi Park’s screams in my head. I knew it would be nauseating and brutal but dear God. At the same time I cannot put into words how proud I am of them. That's my commander 💜
Ok “like” is definitely not the right word for this but I had wondered when I first read 132 how Hange’s gas tank was so well-insulated that it didn’t ignite, and.. well I got my answer.
I’m thankful that they didn’t show a glimpse of Hange’s bloody, crushed remains the way you see in the og panel. That at least felt respectful to me. This is wishful thinking I know but the defined charred outline makes me choose hope they fell more off to the side from where the titans were walking so at least there was maybe still a body left to recover someday.
The afterlife scene, the kids all sobbing their hearts out, Levi holding his own hand in the aftermath trying to process what just happened, and Onyankopon confirming the plane’s significance all really were appropriately gut-wrenching.
I really recommend taking a little break between The Rumbling and Sinners. It definitely makes the shift in emotion less jarring and less
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When I did that with my rewatch it helped with the flow of things.
Ok, now twist me up and call me a pretzel bc here there be some salt :|
I’ll try to leave out my og issues with the manga chapter itself (like how painfully obvious it was all just to make Armin commander and how unnecessary Hange dying was IN THE FIRST PLACE and IF it had to happen at all how it could have been done at the final boss skelepalooza showdown, etc.) and just focus on the episode.
Goes without saying but it bears repeating: pacing. 75% of my issues with the execution of DYH would be gone if they just slowed down a bit. Just let the weight of it sink in a little. That this moment —all shreds of shipping aside— is the end of the line for these two heroes who have been supporting each other for ten years while bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders. But Mappa completely reversed the timing of the sequence of events. In the manga we had a longer, more intimate farewell followed by a last stand that was so short even when you knew it was coming it left you reeling from how fast it was from start to finish. Whereas here they hurried it along to get to the “main event”. Hell, it flows better in gif sets than it does in the actual show.
To me, it felt like Hange’s demeanor didn’t really change from talking with the kids to speaking with Levi, making their false bravado seem like less of a front. I know their tone was meant to sound like they were keeping up appearances, but with how often Hange just gets reduced solely to being a titan freak the way they had Romi say the lines made it sound like actual excitement, especially with the way they drew Hange's facial expressions (more on that next)
Hange’s little smirk after the salute. I kinda get what they were trying to do here but to me it came off as very flippant and dismissive of Levi’s choice of words, especially since they all but got rid of their lips trembling and eye beginning to well up with tears. I wish we’d gotten the big fake smile and laugh because that would have shown better that Hange was overcompensating by trying to put their brave face back on after starting to lose their composure. Their fear is obvious in the manga but it just simply didn’t come through as well throughout this entire exchange.
Sooo Hange almost tears up when Pieck said their words inspired her yet minutes later when their Best Friend tries to say goodbye there’s nowhere near that kind of reaction? Sure, Jan
Levi’s face. Ok look. It’s not a lack of emotion on his part that bothers me. It’s that it’s an entirely different one to begin with. He looks bummed at first yes, but then that changes to what I’m guessing is supposed to be determination which comes off as anger or annoyance (kinda like what changed with his scene with Armin on the stairs). They removed what made this parting different from previous ones, which was the sense of open vulnerability and the dawning realization that now he’s going to have to let Hans go too. See it's not like they were in the middle of the battle just yet. This situation came on suddenly and unexpectedly; it wasn't "supposed" to happen. One second they were on track and the next Hange is being torn away by fate. And yes, the highlights play a part in that transition. Anyone who draws eyes knows the importance of placement and intensity and the major impact they have over the final expression. And when drawing a comic you certainly don’t take up valuable page space with three panels focusing on the hope draining out of someone’s eyes if it wasn’t supposed to be the focus. I mean for fuck's sake, even the Final Season!Nendoroid Levi got it right. Plus, if they could make a point of getting Eren's eyes right during the raid on Liberio they could have gotten it here.
When the camera cuts to the kids watching the titans fall the angle doesn’t let you see that Levi can’t bring himself to watch for more than just a second
NOT MAPPA’s FAULT but since I’m being whiny right now I’m going to add that while ACWNR is a mixed bag to begin with, WIT’s adaptation not including Levihan’s introduction saddens me bc Levi asking Hange to keep watching loses a bit of extra oomph.
Really it just comes down to the fact that there was nothing wrong with the original page. It wasn’t overdone or dragged out by any means but considering many other scenes got shot-for-shot depictions I don’t think we were asking for anything outrageous by wanting a faithful adaptation. The couple frames we got that were almost perfect were so freakin fast you barely had time to process them before it cut away.
I wanted to like it, I really did. Especially since MAPPA did so many things so incredibly well as a whole. My expectations weren’t high, and I did want to give it the benefit of the doubt. But when it came to DYH, it felt both watered down and disjointed, like a completely different scene.
But so it goes. At the end of the day, Hange still dies a horrifying death for plot convenience, and Levi is left behind to suffer once again. It was always going to hurt and I was never going to be ready for it, no matter how it was done.
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feverinfeveroutfic · 4 months
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hanukkah bingo 2023
Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, prologue: “If I Were a Rich Man” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: h3 (music), h4 (tradition), h5 (first night), a2 (snow), n2 (family), n4 (survival), u4 (winter), h2 (yiddish) Rating: (chapter) Teen and Up; (fic in general) Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x (p.s., no idea why ao3 isn’t letting me add this to the collection, like it’s not showing up in the drop-down menu when i try to add it in) @aimmyarrowshigh
notes: hey, y’all! i’m a gentile girl participating in this little challenge here because i love you guys and am fiercely defensive of you, and i want to introduce you all to the light of my life and the fire of my loins, alex. this fic is flirty, kinky, and very inappropriate so please be careful while reading. i also wrote this fic for nanowrimo this year! 🔥
I was certain that I could get back home to be with my parents and my brother over in Scarsdale and the new house a couple of blocks over by the temple, and I was certain that I could reach the neighborhood by the time the snow piled into the area. I had promised to, at the very least, visit for the holiday before I made the bold move across the country to be closer to my parents in particular. I had missed Rosh Hashanah back in September because of money, but this time I was determined, and I wanted to be closer to my parents, and it couldn’t have come at a better time, either, as I was alone in California at that point. Then again, there was a part of me that had no idea if I wanted to do that: so much work to do, and I needed to lay my head down every now and again like everyone else. My parents understood the daunting task that faced me, but I still had that obligation upon my first visit.
Regardless of my own indolence, they were getting older, and I was as well. It was time to do something drastic, and something that, I knew in my heart, would help me forever. It all would help me forever.
But I never did reach there on time, and the whole affair had left me wanting more of it all. Maybe I was greedy, but I would admit to it, though.
I was such a mess at the time, and the delays only made me more of a mess. It was times like this where I couldn’t stop to say that I had survived another year without having my throat slit so I can eat, either. This was something else. This was something that brought me elsewhere.
I was flying into New York from the Bay Area the weekend before the first night of Hanukkah, which, much to my dismay, coincided with the week after Thanksgiving. I had missed most of the crowds on the Wednesday and Thursday prior, but I still knew it was going to be hell because I was leaving on that Saturday, before everyone went home, so I had to hustle and go with the flow regardless of anything. I needed to fly in from California to see my parents, especially for that year as my relationship had ended over the summer and I spent what money I had on my person before my next paycheck from the gigs I could scrounge up to keep my head above water for the time being. I had missed Thanksgiving with them all because I didn't get paid yet, and thus, I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to be home, to clear my head, to heal my heart and my mind, and to feel like myself again.
I was out of Testament: I had left almost two years prior when my relationship remained in good shape and she was the first person I told about my decision to leave all because I needed a challenge. The next person I told was a friend of mine, followed by my father and my mother, and she reasoned with me about it because I knew it was going to be tricky.
Be patient, I was told. Be patient and just roll with it.
Okay.
On second thought, I was glad that I had left when I did because they pretty much imploded the second I walked out that door with my guitar over my back. There was a part of me that believed that I had become a glue of sorts, and my departure only made them fall apart even more. For a moment, I was guilty, but I needed to move on and find my own footing, even if it meant I had nothing for a while.
I was going to have nothing again. I took the first plane out of the Bay Area at around five in the morning, and the night before, I called my mom for a check-in.
“I’ll pick you up at baggage claim, honey,” she vowed to me, and I took that to heart. I had to be there for at the very least the first night and the lighting of the menorah. The first flame that would light up the proverbial oil in my own heart.
We broke up back in August, and I still licked my wounds at that point. I had nothing to do other than play the blues for myself: I knew I always had it in me, the one Jewish boy in a yuppie neighborhood in the outskirts of San Francisco with the older parents. I had my friends but I still found myself alone at times.
We were together for only two years: I had met her shortly before my last tour with Testament and maybe it was just my own ignorance, but I thought I had found my one and only. I gave her my heart and she took it and tore it straight to shreds. I was torn to shreds.
I couldn’t bear to look at my own reflection, at my hair, at my face, at anything. In fact, it was right after she and I had gone our separate ways when I decided to crop my hair from the top of my stomach up to my shoulders. I could still let my hair fly around behind my head whenever I walked and whenever there was a gust of wind.
I had gained a little bit of weight since the break up, enough to pad my tummy a bit but not nearly enough to make me fat, though. I knew I was always going to be a skinny lad, even when I grew into middle age. I loved to eat, and there was a part of me that wanted my body to stay the same no matter what I stuck through my lips. So, that was another thing I looked forward to. I had survived another year without having my throat slit and my body broken, other than proverbially, so I would resort to eating to my heart's content.
I had brought one of my guitars with me because I knew I was going to have to perform for my family once I got there. I was Mr. Big Shot after all, having gone from a rock n' roll band which I helped build from the ground up and then I went about my own way. I had to show and tell once I made my way to the house and we were all settled in for the next eight evenings. It was the one I always kept in a soft fabric case lest anything happen to it on the plane; I checked myself into the airport, and I took my one overnight bag with me onboard.
Once I tucked it into the overhead, I hunkered down in the middle of the plane. And the very second I sat down next to the little old man by the window, I let the thoughts hit me: if the plane went down, he and I both could probably survive, and we could survive with the fire on my back. I was already in the mood for surviving, and all I needed was the proper situation for it.
Then again, as soon as I thought that, I knew I would have to pay the price. Such was my life at the time.
Within time, there was a little more than fifty people around me and the old man, and the door closed.
I'm coming home, Mom, I thought to myself. Mom and Dad.
The airplane rolled along the blacktop: I peered out the window, past the old man's slumbering face, at the glimmering lights as they lined the dark horizon, at the black sky overhead where there wasn't a star to be seen. I returned my attention towards the front of the cabin, and I closed my eyes. I never liked the take-off, especially at night and the stars had not poked out as of yet. So many things could go wrong. So many things on the plane could go wrong and I did not want to even so much as think about it but I thought about it, anyway.
I held my breath and gripped onto the armrests on either side of me.
The old man next to me was still asleep by the time the landscape fell away from the plane and we rose up into the blackness. I closed my eyes.
It felt like an eternity rising up into the clouds before we finally leveled out.
I opened my eyes and it felt as though my chest was about to explode. I opened my lips and let out a low whistle. I peered out the window again, and that time I could see the clouds right below us, barring the wispy ones that caressed the body of the plane.
I needed something. I needed to find a way. It had been two years since I bailed from Testament and I still hadn't found my way.
Of the whole time that she and I were together, not once did we have an intimate period together. In fact, she barely touched me. It was as if she waited for me to make a move on her when I was totally lost on what to do for her. All the while, I had this lingering guilt in the back of my mind that told me that I had no right to feel that way. How dare I feel that way about her, or anyone for that matter. I couldn't say that I needed to be touched or held because it was too much to even talk about.
I knew it was hard for her, and I always hear how it's hard for them, but there was me, though. The boy with the long hair who looked on at girls with nothing more than pure fantasy because he didn't feel good enough about himself.
In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that she wasn't for me. And the more I thought about that, the more I wondered if I could have any woman I wanted, or any man for that matter.
Indeed, I glanced over the sleeping old man in the window seat next to me, with the brim of his hat tugged down over his eyes and his hands tucked underneath his face. His ashen skin and the heavy tweed that wrapped up his body reminded me of my grandpa and the way he'd always dress after he came home from the temple.
I couldn't explain it but the weirdest thought crossed my mind right then: to make out with a man in a temple. In fact, I fluttered my eyelids and shook my head about as if I had bumped my head at the mere suggestion of it. I rubbed my brow and shook my head some more.
“Are you okay?” the stewardess asked me. I lifted my head for a look into her big blue eyes and her golden blonde hair: she looked like a model on one of those greeting cards you'd see around this time of year.
“Me?” I asked her with a break in my voice.
“Yeah, I saw you shaking your head about. Do you feel okay? Do you want some aspirin?”
“Oh, no, it's just—the altitude,” I told her, and I couldn't resist the grin on my face. “I would like a drink of water and maybe a cup of coffee, too, though.”
“You got it,” she assured me, and for a second, I swore she winked at me.
I was a skinny lad with a little extra butter cream on my ass and I could feel it in my pants. In fact, if there weren't three children about two rows in front of me, I would have gladly unfastened my belt for her. Maybe I was a crazy creep at that point, but I had my feelings, too. I simply couldn't help myself. I was fresh off the boat in a few things, but I had my feelings, too.
I needed to feel and connect. I needed to be safe with another person, and I was so close to making the declaration that I didn't care as to whom I could connect with, either. Karma was more of a bitch to me than I realized before.
She returned to me with two paper cups in either hand, one of water and a cardboard one with coffee. The warmth crossed my face at the sight of her; I thanked her and sipped on the water first. All the while, I watched her go tend to the two women three rows before me; I craned my neck for a better view of her there. She wore that short dark green skirt that accentuated the shape of her legs.
I raised my eyebrow and sipped on the water some more as my eyes wandered up to the backs of her thighs and the shape of her ass. I then set down the cup and rubbed my eyes.
I'm a dog. I'm a dirty dog and a bastard, but my eyes wandered no matter what.
Maybe I needed to tamp down everything. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was the one for me but I had no other means of telling her because we should just assume.
I rolled my head over the surface of the seat for a view out the window again: that time, I saw nothing but clouds underneath the belly of the plane. Something about it gave me a weird feeling.
The weirdest feeling, even as I sipped on the coffee. There was no way I could take a nap, either. So much to think about with all of this.
And yet, I needed something to do.
I needed something to do.
I brought the coffee cup up to my mouth again as I took another peek at the stewardess, who had moved up to the next row. I could see the entirety of her figure as well as the backs of her legs. Those three kids in front of me were going to have to know about it sooner or later—
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking,” the intercom crackled on over our heads. “—I'm afraid we're going to be making an emergency landing in Reno. Radar is showing a massive blizzard over the Rocky Mountains, as well as an incoming one over the Sierra Nevadas. Please fasten your seatbelts.”
My heart sank at that. So much for going home to my parents on time.
I glanced out the window again, and indeed, more and more clouds collected along the northern end of the Central Valley to the point I couldn't see anything over there.
“That was fast, though,” I muttered, simply because I knew we had barely cleared the Sierras at that point.
“Fasten your seatbelts, we're making an emergency landing in Reno,” I heard the stewardess say to the two women in front of me.
“Wonder what happened,” the old man next to me said aloud, and I turned my attention to him.
“There's a blizzard over the Rockies,” I told him. “Pretty big one, too. I think there's one coming in from the Northwest, too.”
Once again, I peered out the window to the darkness down below the plane: that time I made out the orange glow on the underside of the incoming clouds, and I knew that northern Nevada and the Sierras looked at a great deal of snow. I sighed through my nose, and I gripped onto the armrest with my free hand. I was already starting to regret the cup of coffee.
“You look nervous, son,” said the old man. “We're in the best spot if there's a crash.”
“I am a little bit nervous, to be frank,” I confessed to him.
“It's funny because my name is Frank,” he quipped to me, and I couldn't help but laugh, albeit nervous laughter.
“I'm Alex,” I said. “And I really hope I'm not the last person you see before this flight ends.” We were in fact flying into the rim of a massive blizzard, and for all any of us onboard knew, we could hit a wave of turbulence and crash right into one of the mountain sides around Lake Tahoe. But I was certain that we would survive, however. It was still rather nerve racking to look out the window and see nothing but orange clouds and not know the whereabouts of any mountains down below us.
“Where were you headed, by the way?” he asked me.
“New York. I was going to be with my parents for Hanukkah.”
“Oh, Hanukkah! I was going to be with my daughter and my son-in-law for the next month: they're in school so their Thanksgiving break will end in the next day or two, but they wanted me to come along before Christmas.”
“Aw, that's sweet of them,” I said in a soft voice; something about the mention of marriage my heart sink even more, and yet there was an even bigger voice which loomed in the back of my mind that told me to embrace being alone, even in the circumstance of the plane crashing down. All the while, I braced for impact on the mountains, but we never did hit anything as we descended through the clouds. I kept on looking out the window to the pitch darkness below us.
“It's been a while since I've been over the Reno-Carson City area,” he continued.
“How long?” I asked him.
“About ten years. My daughter got married in Hawai'i over the summer, but she always came home to the Bay Area.”
“I'm kind of alone back there,” I confessed to him with a toss of my hair back. “For me, it almost feels like I'm coming home to New York.”
“You? Alone? A handsome Jewish boy like yourself should have the girls all over you.”
I bowed my head and blushed at that. I had never really heard the word “handsome” thrown my way before, at least not after I turned eighteen. It was always “cute” or “hot”.
“I see Reno,” I heard one of the children in front of me say aloud.
“Do you see Reno?” I asked him.
“There she is,” he remarked with a gesture out the window. Beyond the mountains and the wispy clouds stood the glimmering lights of Reno, Nevada. I knew I would have to call my mom, anyway, should there be a layover of any kind, but I never knew I would have to do it when the plane had just barely left California. I shivered even though the heater worked fine all around us. I was going to be alone for Hanukkah as well as Thanksgiving.
I was going to be stuck there with only a few bucks to my name.
I held still as we kept on the descent to the airport, but Frank seemed eager to step off the plane to be with his family. So much was my own life.
In fact, as we made our way through the clouds, I noticed the little flurries collecting on the other side of the glass.
“It's snowing,” I told him, and his face lit up at the sight of it.
“It is!” he declared.
We rounded the outskirts of the city before I could feel the plane sinking down towards the blacktop. The kids ahead of me seemed more anxious than me to get off that plane: I hoped that I could have enough to even feed myself let alone find a place to stay in for the night.
The snow picked up the pace outside of the plane windows, and already, I could see the drifts forming on the runway as we touched down: the entire plane jolted forth, which was in turn followed by a slight wobble at the back.
“Ice on the runway—hang on, everyone,” I heard one of the stewardesses say. The blonde had disappeared into the back of the plane, and I didn't think to ask her for her number, either, especially since the plane slowed as best as it could before it reached the actually airport itself. I closed my eyes, and I could feel Frank's fingers on the back of my hand.
“We'll be alright, son,” he assured me.
I cracked him a smile but I was still nervous.
But then the plane hit a dry patch of tarmac, and we slowed up a great deal. That time I opened my eyes and gazed out the window: little flurries floated outside of the glass but the sky directly overhead was clear. It was only a matter of time, though.
I almost wanted to laugh when we jolted some more along the tarmac towards the airport: something about it just seemed funny to me, a big jet airliner like that jolting forth like someone learning to drive. But we reached the terminal and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I stood up first and picked my bag out of the compartment: I was glad I had my big peacoat in there because there was no way I could walk out there dressed in nothing more than jeans and a T-shirt. I hoisted my bag over my shoulder: the blonde stewardess had stayed in the back of the plane, and thus, I was greeted by a different woman at the door of the plane as I made my way out of there.
Only fifty of us, and we all congregated in the space outside of the gate in total silence.
“Are we the only ones here?” one woman asked aloud.
“I think we are,” I told her.
“All the flights are cancelled,” said another woman who stood by the big screen near the gate. “Every single one of them, including the ones to Phoenix and Dallas.” I craned my neck for a better look: sure enough, the ones headed out to New York were all kaput. Add to that, we were alone in the whole entire airport.
“Looks like we're all gonna pitch tents for the time being,” one man declared. Frank strode up behind me with his suitcase in hand and a quizzical look on his face.
“What's happening?” he asked me.
“I think the airport's closed,” I told him, and I could feel my heart sink. After all of that preparation and hope that I had set aside for myself, and I found myself stranded in the airport in the heart of downtown Reno.
“I'm lucky my daughter's in town,” Frank said with a grim look on his face. “I hope you can find your way out of here, son.”
“I hope so, too. You stay warm for me, okay?”
“Of course! And I would take you home with us if there wasn't only room for one more.” He patted my upper arm and showed me a smile before he stepped away and towards the big front doors of the airport. I sighed through my nose and took my wallet out of my jeans pocket. Somewhere around that airport was a series of payphones: I had just enough money to call my mom and buy myself a hotel room, but I had no idea if I was going to have enough for breakfast in the morning. I could either be cold and have food in my belly, or I could be cozy warm with a bed and a shower but wake up hungry the next morning.
One of the women who sat in front of me turned her attention to me: an older lady with dark shoulder length hair and wire framed glasses. She reminded me of my mom when she was younger.
“Do you need a ride?” she offered me.
“I do, as a matter of fact,” I said in a low voice. “I have money for a hotel room but not enough to get something to eat, though.” The woman next to her turned her attention to me as well: she had a head of short, fiery red hair and big dark eyes that seemed to swallow me whole. She looked a lot younger, too, as if she was the daughter.
“We could take you in for the time being,” the one on the left told me.
“Could you?” I asked her.
“Yeah! We're only going to see my parents—her grandparents—” She gestured to the girl next to her. “—here in Reno, but they have a big house, though. We could help you out.”
The last thing I wanted was to impose on her or her daughter. But it was a nice gesture and I was stuck in Reno with nowhere else to go. Donner Pass was closed, and I had no car and no other means to contact anyone. I may as well go with these two women. I showed them a little smile: the girl bowed her head a bit at me as if she was shy. The airport lights shone over her short red hair to make it look even redder than usual. Her brown eyes gelled with that rich red color so well that it made me think of a volcano. I returned to the woman and her putting her fingerless leather gloves on.
“I'll do it, but I don't want it to feel like I'm pressuring you, though,” I confessed with a shake of my head.
“Believe me, you aren't,” she assured me. “I'm a school teacher so I know how to handle strange situations, however they may come up.”
“My parents are teachers, too,” I told her. “They know the feeling, too.”
“Oh, wow! I’m Wendy,” she introduced to me. “Wendy Peck. And this is my daughter Christine.”
“I’m Alex,” I said. “And seeing as you’re a teacher, may I call you Mrs. Peck?”
“Oh!” She chuckled at that. “You're too sweet, Alex. You can call me whatever you want.” I turned my attention to Christine and her head of short red hair. It was so bright and fiery red, as if she had dyed it with Kool-Aid.
“I like your hair, by the way,” I told her.
“Thank you,” she said in a small voice. 
“I say I know how to handle strange situations,” Wendy repeated to me, “but she is the one exception. Two years ago, just out of the blue, she decided to cut her hair really short like this and dye it bright green, then fiery red. Seventeen years old, soon to be eighteen, and I felt I lost control of her a long time ago.” She chuckled and shook her head at that. But I turned to Christine, however.
“If it makes you feel better, my parents feel the same way about me,” I told her.
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. So many times growing up, I'd hear 'my kid's meshuggah!' or 'my boy's meshuggah!' whenever I did anything, especially when I got into music and again when I got ink done.”
She gaped at me and her eyes sparkled.
“'Meshuggah', is that—Yiddish?” Wendy asked me.
“Sure is. My family's Ashkenazi Jewish. I was headed out to New York City to be with my parents and my brother—the first night of Hanukkah is on Monday. I missed Thanksgiving, so I really want to be home for those eight nights.”
“I have a few Jewish kids in my class,” she elaborated. “I'll hear them throw out some words here and there and it's always interesting to hear.”
“We're one big family,” I proclaimed, and I noticed her looking over at something behind me. I followed her gaze to the baggage claim, and I realized that my guitar case may be over there.
“Let's go and get our things,” Wendy goaded me and Christine, and the three of us walked on over there, away from the other fifty people fretting about what to do next. Christine walked along side me, and the crown of her red hair only reached my shoulder.
“Seventeen, you said?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I'll be eighteen in April,” she replied. “I don't know what I'm gonna do after high school, though.”
“Do you play any instruments? Because if you play something, you can go and start a band or be a singer songwriter like Liz Phair or somebody.”
“Not really. I like art, though, but I'm not very good at it.”
“I'm sure you can get good at it,” I promised her with a nod. “I didn't think I'd be good at guitar when I was a kid, but here I am, calling myself a professional guitarist.”
“Do you have your guitar?” she asked me.
“It's over here with the luggage people,” I answered, and I could not resist the grin on my face. Seventeen or not, there was something about her that tickled me. I had no idea if it came from her fiery red hair or the twinkle in her dark eyes.
She had more of a twinkle in her eyes when I showed her the soft felt case and slung it over my other shoulder.
“Travelling Wilbury!” Wendy decreed as she handed Christine her little suitcase.
“For real!” I chuckled at that. “All I'm missing is a hat.”
I let my hair flow back behind me as the three of us returned to the front of the airport, and we stepped outside to see the snow drifting down in fine flurries over us. The blizzard was only beginning, and especially since the darkness seemed to fall over the whole heart of Reno. I turned my attention to the Hilton off to the left, only to find that the sign had burned out.
“Is the power out across town?” I asked them in a hushed voice.
“I think it is,” Wendy told me as she reached into her coat pocket for her car keys. “It's going to be really strange going back home...”
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bootobeneficiary · 2 years
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Hi can you explain your post about needing a man? I found you from your response from the girl trying to be funny (you gathered her! she was trying to be condescending and im glad you stood on your response) and though i agree with you, i would like to know how to explain it and def insight on why you insist on it being a need. Thankssss💕💕💕💕💕
Lmfao I’m lowkey embarrassed but sort of proud of myself. I don’t like coming out of character especially on my blog but the gworls like to cosplay as gurus and I just didn’t appreciate the tone nor the bold assumptions. It’s a new day so I digress and I’m thankful for the opportunity to explain why I personally choose to need a man.
Please view the original post for reference.
Why I Need A Man…PERSONALLY(!)
First of all, I assumed anyone with common sense can tell I didn’t literally state I needed a man, since I went straight into detail from the first sentence on why I need a husband in particular. “I need a man” was just the caption…not the subject. The subject of the post from text to moodboard was marriage and me breaking the generational cycle of hyper independence “both by societal force and personal choice”.
I choose to need a man because I am growing from the mindset of never needing one. Ever. To be honest, I didn’t grow up in an environment of healthy relationships, let alone marriages. My parents are the epitome of toxic.
I don’t want a man. I want a Porsche. I want a property in South Africa. I need those specific Jimmy Choo shoes for my wedding. Again, like ol girl said, a want and a need is two different things. The difference is that my wants allow room for me to receive something else, something better, or sometimes nothing at all for my protection, even if it’s a slight delay. I want a Porsche, but I don’t necessarily need one. I want a property in South Africa, but if Kenya is more beneficial for my legacy then I don’t need any property in SA. I need those Jimmy Choos shoes or I’m not walking down the aisle, or if I do it’s barefooted.
I need a man for a variety of reasons. I need a man because I want to become a mother and I need a man to conceive…right? “I want a man to have kids” No. I need a man. In particular, I need a husband since I don’t desire to be pregnant and engaged nor one’s baby mother. I want to plan couple’s trips, therefore I need a husband…eventually. I want to experience a wedding with African traditions such as throwing money during the reception…therefore I need a husband, eventually. That was really my only point.
You see the difference? Full transparency, my toxic trait is flaunting my intelligence and education is one’s face when I’m falsely corrected. There’s a clear difference between a want and a need and that’s the emphasis. It’s psychological to subconsciously fuel me to work on myself (aka healing) to prepare for becoming a loving, healthy, valuable wife and mother to reciprocate what I’m asking for.
I want to make it very clear that I’m not here for my post to resonate with most. In fact, most of y’all will disagree because I disagree with most of y’all! That’s what inspired me to become active on my blog to create a brand and not just a digital diary.
Thank you for this ask because I definitely don’t want to share anything, advice or not that’ll misguide anyone. You should never “need” a man, but don’t let nobody especially no random ass blog try to throw dirt on your journey because they don’t agree personally. That’s their personal problem, not yours. Stay focused. It’s absolutely ok to place priority on whatever that may add value to the legacy you need, a spouse included.
I need a man…eventually. That doesn’t mean anyone needs to as well.
Hope this clarifies my original post! Thank you for the support and understanding where I came from
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Before Valentine’s Day is over:
A letter to my beloved author-nim…
Dearest Ryen,
 
    I've been reading your work since 3Tan was a one-shot. I discovered it on AO3 on a day I was feeling very sad and very alone. I read it. I reread it. Then I read it one more time for good measure because, it was so full of everything wonderful a good writer can do, on each pass I caught something I had missed (partly also because, on my first read, I was absolutelying DYING in 3Tan Yoongi's presence and had not a single wit about me, lol).  When all was said and done, I didn't feel so alone.
     Your writing is always class A, but I want to give special focus to 3Tan here because it literally heals me:  Yoongi has showed us so many sides of himself over the years, and your fashioning of those facets into 3Tan Yoons has to be one of my most favorite characters. I love that you can see the little glimmers of traits in who he really is and develop them out into a full-fledged  written personality that feels so human and so incredibly full. Same goes for reader. Sometimes its hard to identify with the reader persona. Not here. Not only is she her own unique person (no Mary Sue to be found around these parts!), but she is incredibly relatable. She's hilarious, and sweet, and fiesty, and smart, and such a character in her own right - not just something to imprint on, and I've fallen in love with her as much as I have with her Yoongi. I also love that you decided to leave her brother untethered to any specific known figure, and that we get to imagine him as we will. Your confidence in your audience is clear in these instances, and it makes your writing so much more fulfilling and compelling.
    Lastly, to top it all off, you are not only an incredible writer, but also a lovely person. You bring nothing but joy and laughter to the Tumblrsphere, and I love coming to your page where I feel I can come as I am to appreciate fandom and writing and just being a lil' human bean in this crazy world. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all you give of yourself to all of us.
 
Love you, Ryen!
 
 
Most affectionately,
 
VioletSiren90 <3 <3 <3
Oh my gosh… violetsiren, I’m about to not have my phone on me for a bit but I wanted to tell you that I read this and now have a huge, huge smile on my face.
I’ll come back and add my thoughts to this when I’m free again, but I did want you to know that you are an angel and someone that I truly appreciate being here. You just made me super happy and felt so seen and loved.
I just.. Wow.
Thank you.
Edited with my thoughts under the cut🥺❤️‍🩹
I’m glad you don’t feel alone. That’s my number one thing that I’m happy about here, because no one should ever feel like that. 3tan is here to tell people that they aren’t alone—in feeling, or experiencing, or thinking. Or even living. It’s there as a love letter and as a reminder that we’re all just people living and getting through life.
As for this Yoongi, I’m so honored you enjoy him. He’s my comfort character and I wanted him to give joy and safety to as many people as possible. But also: he isn’t perfect. He is certainly flawed and going through his own shit and is terribly bombarded by his own inner struggles. But he’s providing reader comfort despite that, and it’s just touching.
Reader is a beautiful soul in their own right!! She’s always gonna be the one that I love writing no matter if it’s a good, bad, or neutral situation. I’m so happy reader resonates with you, too. That’s wonderful feedback because I want this to be as relatable as possible!! And leaving bro up to interpretation allows you all to imagine whatever you want and keep it inclusive. The fancasts are fun and hilarious but he really can be anyone.
This will always be a safe space. Use it whenever you need❤️‍🩹 I’m just here to have fun, share what I create with y’all, and have a good ass time with whatever the hell we decide to cook up🤣 And of course!! Come as you are, there is no judgment here. Anyone can stop by and hang, I’m just here getting the popcorn and fireplace and drinks and whatever else ready😌
Thank you for such a wonderful letter. You even remembered that love letters to the characters or author was even part of a Valentine’s Day poll!! Ugh, I love that. Thank you for this and I’m so happy you’re here.
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See you next season, Station 19
So the finale of Station 19 started off quite slow, where all of the characters were mingling at the ball and all the scenes were awkward... The episode only got going when we saw Maya and Carina, it was so refreshing to see them happy and light, even when Carina responds to Maya regarding not having a dress, “there was a time when I thought I wouldn’t accompany you”. I think Old Maya would have been annoyed by that statement but it doesn’t effect her at all - yay for continued character growth! Question to the writers: could Carina not have had multiple dresses for the ball and she was trying different ones on to incorporate the sexy scene? Maybe I don’t understand it, but it did lift the rest of the episode for light conversation. 
Jack used to annoy me but the fact that he is always finding the person that needs help lets me know that he has a good heart and ultimately, just wants to save everyone. He isn’t my favourite character but I hope he remains on the show...
Bless Natasha for asking Robert to love her, how brave to stand infront of someone you love with a huge dealbreaker. Sullivan’s career is so important to him so she should have known how high the stakes were. Honestly, how did he think that he could become Captain given their romantic history? It would have never worked!
I love that Vic encouraged Andy to share that she was Captain, it felt like the earlier seasons where their friendship was highlighted and they supported each other. 
Anyone else wish that Theo was stuck under some concrete next to Dixon? The audacity of him to think that he was the only one that deserved to be Captain frustrates me beyond belief. How can he be angry at Vic for supporting Andy? How can he always think he does no wrong? How can he always twist what Vic is trying to say? Vic deserves someone who fights for her and not just gives up on their relationship without a fight. Cheating on Vic with Kate - someone gotta tell Vic now so that they can haul his ass out of the house and we never have to see him again. 
For a couple of shots after the floor collapsed, Marina was nowhere to be seen - I thought the writers wanted to add more drama to the Marina fandom. I’m so glad that they did not take that route!
Highs from the episode: Being rid of Dixon, Maya and Carina being in a very good place, Natasha surviving the floor collapse, and Victoria celebrating Andy even though she knew Theo would explode. 
Lows from the episode: Sullivan only realising that he wants Ross when she might be dead - she deserves to have someone that is sure of her (I’m a Chief Ross fan y’all). Dixon’s wife - did she need to be there? And why on earth can she never remember Ben?
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