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shadyteacup · 3 years

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If you’re still doing requestsssssss how about a hcs of Dazai x fem! Reader who is like Midari from Kakegurui 😌

Ooh thats a nice one! Yes love, I'm still doing requestss

And I'm so sorry, this is so late... also it's very long n I'm not exaggerating. It's not even funny I'm so sorry

I'm Crazy, But I'm Free

Dazai x Fem!reader who is like Midari

• You and Dazai probably met during his days at the port mafia.

• I can imagine the mafia capturing you because of how much trouble you were causing in a casino.

• UK, when big businesses pay gangsters for security?? Yeah, similarly the casino you were playing at, has paid the mafia.

• You were already banned from many other casinos, as your games either end with you gaining a lot of money, or begin with a dangerous condition.

• Many people were quite afraid of you, and wanted to avoid even being in the same room as you, as they couldn't handle the severity of the danger you pose with every game.

• Anyways, so you were warned by a few members of the mafia twice, but you, being the fearless adventurer you are, flipped them off and continued to seek a life threatening game.

• So then the mafia decided to use violence, and cornered you in a dark alley. You pulled out your beloved gun.

"Well, well, well! Do you boys want a fight!?", you excitedly point the gun at them.

"Put your weapon down, Ms. L/N. We are here to warn you for the final time. Stay away from this casino. Further misbehavior will lead to dangerous consequences."

You hum, thinking up a plan.

"How about this. My revolver has 5 bullets. And there are five of us. How about we all take turns to shoot blindfolded!"

You excitedly shove them in a circular arrangement.

"I'll go first! The rules are that every person gets a chance to shoot from the center of the circle. If the bullet misses, everyone takes a step ahead, closer to the center."

You explain, grinning at the men clad in all black.

"If a bullet hits me, I'll agree to your terms. If it hits one of you lot, then you can't stop me anymore. What do you say?!"

The mafiosi were weirded out by this. What if you had a good aim, or an ability that allowed you to shoot them with your eyes closed? They didn't have much intel on you, and only knew you to be a girl from a rich background, who had come to Yokohama for higher studies.

"That's enough. Grab her-"

• Thats when our boy showed up. Dazai was curious when he overheard some of the men talk about some 'fearless girl that had flipped them off even after two rather threatening warnings.'

• So he had decided to tag along, staying in the shadows, until now.

• "I think it will be a wonderful idea. Play along, gentlemen. I want to see where this goes."

• You shot, and missed. So did the other guy. Then the other one. Now, the circle had shrunk really small. You were almost in the line of fire at this point. There was an 80% chance of getting shot.

• "That's enough." ,Dazai said, as he walked to stand in front of you.

• "You are daring, aren't you. You're not afraid of death."

• Staring into his eyes, you saw a reflection of yourself. A dark, lost soul stared back at you.

• "In fact, you arranged this little game to ensure that you got hurt. You perfectly planned it out, and ensured that as the circle gets smaller, you would be in the direct line of fire."

• "You missed the first shot on purpose, didn't you?"

• He had seen right through your game.

'What's this guy's deal?', you thought.

"Why would you stop the game when it was at its peak? Hah? Whats wrong with you, man?!", you angrily grab his collar. "I was just beginning to have fun, and here you are, ruinjng it!"

• Taken aback by your bravery, he just blinked at you.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, obviously, idiot. But that doesn't give you any right to interrupt our game."

"Oh? So who do you think I am."

You give him a 'baka janiono?' look.

"You are their leader. Probably an executive of the mafia, judging by your expensive suit. Why?"

The thoughts running through Dazai's head were along the lines of :

'Just who is this girl? How does she know about the mafia? Surely my men weren't dumb enough to tell her who they work for. How does she know about my position? She surely didn't just guess that, right?? And why the fuck does a student have a gun? Does her family have connections within the underworld? She obviously doesn't fear death. Will she be a good addition to the mafia?'

• "What are you thinking about, baka? Answer me."

• He smiled sweetly at you, and firmly gripped your wrist, pushing it off his collar.

"There's someone who would like to meet you"

Before you can retort back, he continues,"You seek adventure, do you not? You want to feel something worthwhile. Something akin to facing death, something that will give you an adrenaline rush. I can give you all of that. If you come with me, that is."

• Mori was shocked when he heard about what had happened. He agreed with Dazai's decision to make you join the ranks. He needed such fearless crackheads in his organization.

• He paired you up with the double black, making you an executive too. You hadn't quite agreed to his terms, but he had offered you to just accompany the ginger and the brunette on a mission. And had let you make the final decision .

• You three had to go to an abandoned warehouse, where some people were tampering with the mafia goods. There, you saw how sadistic Dazai was. How manipulative and bad he was. It made you fall for him. Hard. Plus, you realized the risk of being a mafiosi. It was quite thrilling.

• When you got back, you had screamed at mori to let you join. Quite literally begged. And he, ofcourse, agreed. You hadn't even given him a chance to threaten your life, which was the usual norm, when a valuable asset wasn't willing to join the ranks of the feared organization.

• You trained with dazai. And purposely got hit. It turned you on. But you never mentioned anything, in fear of being rejected.

• Dazai, ofcourse, noticed this, and one fine day, confronted you about it. You told him just how much you love him. He was always intrigued by your sadistic side. He saw a part of himself in you. The daring, brave, smart side of yours was something so similar to himself, yet unique. You were seeking the same thing that he was, that is to feel something. He felt sadness, and loneliness, and he never had a purpose in life. You, someone who had it all, a good family, a great marksheet, and a pre set goal in life, were willing to give it away, just to feel something. He, someone who was stripped off of a normal childhood, was never given the opportunity to choose. He used to think that maybe he was to blame. Maybe if he had had better luck, he would have gotten a good childhood, a purpose. But now that he knows you, a genius, smart person, who had it all, but threw it away, he realized that maybe life really is worthless. Maybe, he wasn't to be blamed. And that, oddly enough, made him feel better. To know that no matter how much lady luck favors him, life would still be fucked up, and that it wasn't his fault, made him hate himself less.

• And so, you two became a thing.

• Let's just say, that both of you are equally freaky.

• You want him to dom u, and he gladly accepts

• You guys try it all... I mean, especially with guns.

• I can imagine you both sitting at a boring meeting, when you decide to edge him on, and you're not even touching him. Your gun is.

• You both claim atleast one spare room on every floor of the building, for your.... activities.

• You are like his praise queen.

• He loves that.

• Always rough. Always. And you guys are into spicing it up.

• Anyways, you both never decide to commit double suicide.

• Thats because dazai wants a beautiful way out, while you want to feel the thrill of facing death. You don't really want to die, you just want to know the feeling of almost dying. You want to feel something exhilarating.

• When Dazai decides to leave the mafia, you are all for it. As long as you get to stay by his side, you were ok with it.

• Like Midari, you are a very perceptive person, and can easily guess what's going on in someone's mind. Dazai was easy to read for you, as his thoughts were pretty similar to your own.

• You were smart, cunning, and could read peoples mind with ease. So it was pretty easy for you to guess what's going on in Dazai's mind, sometimes even predicting his next moves.

• You really fit in with the ada, coz that place is filled with crackheads, and you and dazai are no exception lol

• Also, you get along with Yosano really well.

• Like, if you weren't so loyal to dazai, you would have become Yosanos slave. So would i ngl

• Anyways, you and dazai always mess with kunikida. You two prank him till the breaking point. You two are such a menace in the office. Always skipping work, slacking off, but really shining when it comes to actual detective work, like solving mysteries.

• You are a valuable asset to the ada, coz 1. You are smart and 2. You can intimidate the enemy into giving in, thanks to your sadistic games.

• You are also a very good companion. You can easily understand what the other is feeling, and end up comforting the gang.

• I can imagine you roasting Kunikida for being such a nerd, but at the same time giving him accurate and well needed advice .

• You do the same for your bf, and the two of you have many late night convos about topic that Dazai had never discussed with anyone before. Because no one had quite understood him the way you did.

• Midari is actually a pretty deep character, and just like her, you have many layers. There's the sadistic side, the goofy side, the careless side, the intelligent side and the insightful nature.

• You would be his perfect partner, as you'd support his crazy, reckless ideas, but at the same time keep him afloat, and prevent him from drowning in his own thoughts.

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pebblemacaroon · 3 years

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Genshin Impact Husbando Tier List Because I Have No Life

My Genshin Impact Husbando Tierlist. I may as well out explanations under the cut because why the hell not. Also this is just my opinion, I’m not trying to shame anyone who like these guys. I would also like to say that I pretty much adore all of these characters to some extent (besides Scaramouche and Razor since I their just...I don’t like them and Albedo since I don’t know a thing about him).

Albedo: I don’t know a thing about him other than he’s some genius alchemist. So I went off of looks here, and he’s just a meh for me. Not a big fan of the hair mostly. He does have an elevator though, so that’s a nice bonus.

Aether: Like Albedo I judged him off of his looks since he doesn’t really have much of a personality, and said personality changes whether you picked him as your traveler or not. He’s a meh, but I think Albedo looks better.

Baizhu/Baishu: Well ok, I don’t know much about this guy other than he’s the boss of Bubu pharmacy and that he potentially overprices his medicine. I’m only AR 31 so I am a long ways away from any story quests that might include him. Anyway, he seems like a decent guy... but also a little weird. Doesn’t help that he’s got a talking snake around his neck.

Bennett: Oh poor Bennett. This boy needs a hug. Unfortunately he only ends up in meh tier. Remember, this is a tier list for a romantic relationship, not people I’d like to be friends with. Although Bennett would rank highly on that tierlist. While I do like his spirit, I find that people that are super optimistic can be a little annoying at times. Don’t get me wrong, its impressive and I admire people who can be optimistic about everything (especially Bennett), but it can be tiring to deal with all the time. That and also his bad luck. But like I said, this boy needs a hug and should stop being bullied by Lady Luck. He deserves better.

Childe/Tartaglia: Do I really need to explain? But I will. First off, Childe is a Fatui Harbinger. That already prevents him from being in the decent tier. Sure, he might not be the worst Fatui Harbinger, but it doesn‘t change the fact that he works with the Fatui, who likely commit unspeakable atrocities on a daily basis. And Childe is a Harbinger in said organization, meaning he orders at least some of it to be done in the name of the Tsaritsa, unpaid debt, etc. And from what I’ve learned, he’s extremely bloodthirsty. That really turns me off, knowing that he‘s always itching for a fight. I haven’t even touched on his personality. He’s charming sure, but he gives me the sense that he’s never really genuine. A faker essentially. Oh did I mention he also wants to take over the world? No. Thanks. The only reason I didn’t immediately put him in ‘What the hell’ is because I have yet to play his story quest and that he is at least a family guy, so it does show he has at least SOME morals to an extent. My opinion probably won’t change, unless his story quest proves to be really good.

Chongyun: He’s cool. But I really don’t know much about his personality, but he just seems aloof. And he has a popsicle animation and...ok I don’t have much to say about him. He’s a really good exorcist that tries to suppress his yang power. Ok. He doesn’t seem like that bad a dude so I wouldn’t put him in No Thanks. He’s the meh-est in the tierliet for me.

Diluc: Oh boy oh boy, this man needs a hug. But like I’ve been doing, I have to say I’m not the hugest fan. Ofc he’s one of the better ones on the tier lis, but he doesn’t do much for me. Admittedly, part of it has to do with the fact that he’s the owner of the Dawn Winery. I don’t really like the idea of being in a relationship with anyone in some sort of position of power in general. Still, I’ll admit that if I were judging in terms of how good a partner they’d be for this list, I’d put him in the pretty good tierlist. But I dunno, there’s just this...thing to Diluc that makes me scared to even get involved with him, yet I wouldn’t mind being in some sort of relationship with him. I guess it boils down to how I see Diluc. He’s a really sad guy, and he really needs a hug and emotional support. I guess it’s the fact that I’m not really willing to do a lot for a relationship (but I dunno. Haven’t been in a romantic relationship yet, and I don’t see that changing any time soon). Anyway, let’s stop being sappy here for now.

Kaeya: I’d say it’s self explanatory, but I have multiple friends who are Kaeya simps, so let’s go on a rant. So, Kaeya. Charming guy on the surface, but a manipulative man with a silver tongue. Like Childe, he always puts on some sort of act, or at least is the kind of guy who you’d describe as ‘they always smile, but it never reaches their eyes...’ and I actually would never want to get involved with a person like that period. At the end of the day, he’s the type of cunning man I would try my best to avoid at all costs. At the very least, he does have morals. Also I don’t like that him getting drunk is somewhat of commonplace. Sorry, but I don’t like drunkards.

Razor: I think it’s pretty self explanatory on why he’s in ‘What the hell’. The reason is plain and simple: he’s a furry. A wolf boy to be exact. Like...no thank you. I wasn’t really a big fan of him when playing through his story quest. I can kind of see why Razor can be a candidate for best boy (that goes to Bennett or Xingqiu imo), but not as a husbando. Sorry to say this, but why the hell am I going to date a wolf boy?

Scaramouche: Also self explanatory. He’s a pompous asshole, and a cruel and powerful one at that. The kind of guy I would never want to even lay eyes upon.

Venti: Ok ok I know people are probably going to be a little triggered but let me explain. So, Venti. Fun guy to be around. Around. I personally like the idea of being a friend with Venti but nothing more. He just doesn’t really click with me. I know he’s in the No Thanks tier, but like I said, he doesn’t click with me in that way. If anything, I don’t want to enter a romantic relationship with Venti. Mostly because he’s a drunkard with no money, and why must be have a tendency to get into trouble all the time?! Venti get into crime BY YOURSELF, DON’T DRAG ME INTO YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-

Anemo Archon with wisdom he may be, but it ain’t change the fact that he can get his n my nerves too easily sometimes :)

Xiao: I just don’t like that he’s an edgy boy really. Also like, Xiao is an adepti at the end of the day. While him being in a relationship makes for some excellent angst, I really wouldn’t want to do that to him if I somehow end up liking him. I don’t like edgy boys much in general in terms of husbandos, but then him being an adepti? That’s the deciding factor. He’s not What The Hell because he’s not really that bad. At the end of the day like many of these characters, he needs a hug and some emotional support.

Xingqiu: Fine. I have some bias with Xingqiu. He was my first 4-star and I use him all the time unless he truly is useless in a boss fight or domain. I actually do like his personality. He has a really refined way of speaking, but he just says some of the most goofy things. More or less, I just like his speech really. He’s all chivalrous too. I would’ve put him in pretty good, but like with many things, I mostly just find him to be really goofy and fun to be around. Although I will admit he’s probably my favorite on the list.

Zhongli: He’s pretty cool and funny. At first, I thought I was going to hate Zhongli even as a character, but he turned out to be really awesome. So why isn’t he in the Pretty Good tier? Well for one, he’s an Archon. Like I said, the thought of being in a relationship with an Archon or Adeptus or anyone in a position of some power doesn’t really appeal to me all too much. Although unlike with Xiao who is an adeptus, Zhongli can turn people into adepti. So at the very least, if he did take up a human lover, he could prevent heartbreak since humans die in a blink of an eye for him. So hey! I can save him some heartbreak :) But, he’s still an Archon...so yeah. I think what really sets him back is his oh so traditional mindset. While I don’t mind doing things traditionally, some traditions are just...they don’t sit well with me. There’s also his lack of MORA. Zhongli, for the love of all that is holy, bring your own wallet and not poor Childe. Over all, I find Zhongli to be pretty decent for me, but there are things that keep him from really clicking with me.

Anyway, thank you for reading this husbando tier list I made and wrote at 12 am with 1 braincell intact and postponed posting this until 4 pm.

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Holy shit.

I’ll need to add a read more to this.

#Genshin Impact #Diluc #kaeya #xiao #albedo #zhongli #razor #baizhu #Baishu #xingqiu #chongyun #bennett #Scaramouche #Venti #childe #Tartaglia #aether #a very diverse tier list I know #Pls give me someone I can simp for hard tho mihoyo #Although some of these guys are good for yandere...especially kaeya and childe. They are terrifying #But this is for a normal and healthy relationship #And none of these guys do it for me #But if it were basing this off of a yandere tier list they would all be in what the hell #Seriously being in a relationship with a yandere is not cool #I mean I guess it’s because I find yandere to be a horror genre #I find the idea of someone obsessed with you horrifying #but if their obsession is out of genuine love? That’s terrifying #Oh god I typed a whole essay in the tags #Anyway pls give me someone I could genuinely simp for Mihoyo #Or any game dev

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humbughana · 3 years

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After.

JJ Maybank leaves the kook princess bruised and broken one night and now it’s time for revenge.

Warnings: kind of really dark themes? violence, cursing. domestic abuse. Very unhealthy coping idk.

She loved him.

She was never supposed to but she loved him more than herself.

She was willing to lose herself to love him.

And lose herself, she did.

Lucy Everson was the prized Kook princess on the island; a sweet girl that everyone seemed to love and know. She was never hateful or violent towards the Pogues, as everyone called them. She even felt rather indifferent towards the whole rivalry. You could even call her perfect; the word was whispered around her so often by so many she learned to hate the word but also to embrace it.

But all of this was before.

Lucy had crossed paths with none other than JJ Maybank, the infamous trouble maker on the other side of the island. And it didn’t take long before their first meeting that she felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw him or when he smiled at her. Sure, it was an unorthodox pairing but for the first time in her life, she didn’t really care. But she began to forget about everything else. Lucy would have put anything on hold for this boy, ignoring any warnings that he was dangerous; even from her three best friends. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce told her over and over to get away from him but she only distanced herself from her little trio in response.

They just didn’t understand, their hatred for JJ was too strong for them to see what she did. But she saw him for who he really was. Lucy saw the boy that had an abusive, drunk father. The boy that just needed someone to care and she cared more than anyone.

But this was still before.

Before she found herself in a position she never would have even thought of.

Now she felt foolish for disregarding everyone that had warned her so easily.

he’s going to end up just like his father luce.

It made her so angry the first time her father had said those malicious words to her but now she felt like an idiot.

Now, she found herself sitting on the edge of her bed with the police sheriff downstairs and a medical examiner knelt in front of her. Her mind spun at the difference of a few hours and a couple of drinks could do to a person.

To her person.

The flash of the camera went off again and she flinched as the woman in the white coat apologized, “will you remove your sweatshirt for me?” The lady's sweet voice filled the silent room and Lucy listened.

Listened like she should have done all along, she thought bitterly to herself. The woman's face dropped slightly, her smile sliding off for a moment as she looked over her bare torso before recovering a moment too late.

A dozen flashes later, she slid her sweatshirt back over her head and took the lady’s hand and followed her downstairs to see her parents sitting at the dining room table with a set of police officers. Lucy sat in the seat she was led to, still in a daze until someone said her name.

“Lucy, tell us a name. Please sweetie.” her mother pleaded with tears in her eyes, “Just say the name and we can help you.”

She thought back to the hours prior to this moment in mourning. Her heart weeping at the loss of her boy. How he lost himself in his own rage and took it out on her; something she thought she could handle until he laid his hands on her. The way her entire body ached but no worse than the hole in her chest. And she was angry, so angry that he used her in that way. The way he just left her in his yard-

“JJ Maybank.”

“Luce,” her mother cracked open her door to find her daughter still just sitting on the edge of her bed, still covered in bruises, “Rafe is here to see you.” It was a question, she could say no but there was no one she wanted to see more in this moment but her friends so she nodded slightly and her mom was relieved.

Lucy heard him before her door opened again, the louder footsteps outside her door before it pushed open to relieve the hulking boy in the doorway. His eyes scanned over her quickly, his face tightening before stepping further into her bedroom he had been hundreds of times before, “Hey Luce.”

She couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Rafe was immediately next to her, wrapping his arms around her, carefully not knowing where she was hurt and let her cry into his chest. It hurt him to see her so broken and bruised, the girl that only brought smiles and love everywhere she went. How someone could do this to her was hard to even think about.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, “I should have listened to you guys.” His chest caved in at the sound of her guilt and sorrow, his hand running through her hair in a soothing manner. He tried not to let the rage he felt for the pathetic excuse for a human that he had warned her about but it wasn’t about him right now, “It wasn’t your fault Luce.” He rested his chin on top of her head, “It wasn't your fault.” he repeated softly.

Minutes past before she pulled back, looking up at her best friend, “Does everyone know?” She couldn’t help but ask; and maybe she already knew the answer. Rafe sighed, “You know how quick things travel around here,” It was true, there was rarely anything that didn’t go unnoticed and the entire police station in front of their house certainly started a wildfire.

“Topper and Kelce?” Lucy asked, wondering where the rest of her boys were and Rafe actually cracked a smile, “Waiting outside.”

Lucy let out a little laugh that relieved some of the tightness on Rafe’s chest, “Go let them in,” She hit his shoulder lightheartedly to which he smiled softly and disappeared out of her door. The smile from her face dropped when she was left alone, now too busy thinking of everything wrong. How wrong this whole situation was. How wrong it was that she wondered if JJ was okay when she certainly wasn't.

How wrong it was that she wanted him to suffer as she was now.

But three goofy looking boys crammed through her doorway with large grins to cover up their grimaces, holding bags of sweets and movies that she loved. Topper pulled her into his arms first as if she would break; Top was always the sweetest of them all, he put his whole heart into everything and perhaps cared too much sometimes.

Kelce threw an arm over her shoulders next and pulled her onto her own bed where the other two boys made themselves comfortable as someone had turned her tv on. Lucy was only grateful that she didn’t have to be alone tonight. Rafe’s hand settled onto her ankle when he lounged at the foot of her huge bed, Topper laid next to her and Kelce sat up leaning against the wall her bed was wedged against.

“Thank you guys,” She whispered into the dark as the opening credits began to which Rafe seized her calf and Topper kissed her temple. “We’re always here for you, Luce.” Kelce smiled warmly at her.

Lucy awoke with a gasp in her dark room as a dark figure cursed under his breath, “Shit Luce, it’s just me.” She looked around the empty room, the tv was off and she must have fallen asleep through the entire thing. Topper and Kelce were nowhere to be found, they must have already left and Rafe seemed to be on his way out. Panic settled in her chest as he stood up fully off the bed finally, “Get some sleep Lucy. I’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Don’t leave, please.” She blurted out during his goodbye and Rafe stared at her for a moment. It certainly wasn't a weird thing for them to have sleepovers but he knew she always preferred her space, “Are you sure?” Rafe asked after a beat of silence and Lucy nodded a bit frantically, he didn’t miss the panicked look in her eyes and she was just glad he would stay for her.

Lucy sighed in relief as he nodded and turned to pull off his shirt and tugged his jeans down his legs. He went into her closet and came out wearing a pair of his own sweatpants she had stolen from him. When the bed jostled and he settled into the space next to her she breathed out, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” His hand found hers under the covers and twined their fingers together, she closed her eyes finally feeling at peace, knowing he was next to her.

“We’re going to have to launch a full scale investigation, Mrs. Everson.”

It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room and replaced with a searing fire that burned her insides with rage. Her hands shook as she squeezed them into fists under the table. How did this happen?

“Who did you speak to?” Lucy cut in finally as they shifted the conversation to the next steps. The Sheriff had come to inform them that JJ had conflicting witnesses that didn’t agree with her own statement. Someone had lied for him, it seemed. Maybe she already knew who it was, or rather who they were.

The man only sighed deeply, “I cannot disclose that just yet.”

“Bullshit!” She slammed her palms on the table, “Who lied?” Lucy demanded and her mother blanched at her daughter's display of anger that had never been seen before, “Lucy, please calm down.”

“Fine.” She got up and stomped to the front door before anyone could stop her and slammed the door in her wake. Jogging to the drivers side of her door, Lucy jumped in right as her father ran outside yelling for her to stop. No, she was going to get answers if no one would give them to her and maybe she was looking for a fight to dull the pounding that never seemed to stop in her ears. Her foot pressed further down on the gas, both hands tightening on the wheel as she neared the destination.

Lurching to a stop, Lucy jumped out of the car and marched up the ramp into the empty restaurant, “We’re closed-” a lady she didn't recognize mumbled but Lucy ignored her, walking further into the unopened space.

“Lucy?” She turned to the sound of her name to see Kiara’s mother who looked at her in horror; maybe news didn’t travel as fast as Rafe said or perhaps her daughter was telling pretty little lies again. So she smiled warmly, “Mrs. Carrera, I was just looking for Kiara.” The dazed mother just pointed in the right direction and Lucy followed the point of her finger until she found the infamous little group of Pogues minus the one she was rather familiar with.

“Oh shit- Lucy,” John B stood up noticing her first and the other two stood quickly as she neared them, close enough for them to see what their beloved friend did to her, what her beloved boy did to her.

Kiara looked at her in horror, Pope matching her expression, “What are you doing here?” John B asked finally, trying not to look at her.

“Which one of you lied?” Lucy asked softly but her words were sharp enough that Kiara paled considerable along with the rest of them. Lucy met the girls eyes with fire in her gaze, “Well? Who was it?” Lucy raised her voice, frustrated with their blind loyalty, “Or was it all of you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking-” John B started but Lucy just about screamed, “Don’t lie to me!” They all blinked, Kiara nearing tears now as she looked at her, “I’m sorry,”

“You’re sorry?” Lucy laughed lowly, her ribs still healing and hurting from her yelling, “No you aren’t.” she shook her head but smiled slightly, “But you will be.”

“Is that a threat?” John B narrowed his eyes at her but Lucy cut her eyes to the girl that would be the easiest to break, “Do you see what he did to me?” Lucy asked softly, “Did you think it was just a little bruise? Maybe he accidentally pushed me?” Kiara squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head and repeated the same useless words., “I’m sorry-”

“I will blame you for the rest of your life if your little lie gets him off. I will make your life a living hell.” Lucy pointed her finger at the trembling, crying girl and John B stepped in front of her, blocking her view. Lucy snorted, “You all deserve each other, truly, Lying, pathetic, Pogues.” Lucy, for the first time in her life seethed the word with such malice even she was surprised. But then the door slammed open and Rafe stomped in, taking in the situation.

“Lucy, what are you doing?” Rafe asked cautiously, ignoring the hateful looks he was shot. “They lied for him. Now the police have to do a full investigation because now there are words against mine.” Rafe clenched his jaw at the news and noticed Kiara crying in the back as Lucy cut her eyes to the girl once again. Rafe saw Lucy’s face settle with soft, quiet rage before she spoke.

“Maybe he’ll finally look at you for this Kie. I saw the way you looked at him when he was with me. Maybe he’ll fuck you, too. And then maybe he’ll beat the shit out of you and leave you in his front yard.” Lucy laughed and it made Pope look sick and John B had the sense to stand down, “What a fucking love story, Kie. You truly deserve it.” Lucy shot the sobbing girl a sarcastic smile before turning around, “You have one chance to go and retract your statements or you will regret ever opening your mouths.”

Rafe filled with pride as his girl walked with her head held high out of the restaurant as he shot the Pogues a look at told them she only spoke the truth before turning to follow her outside.

Rafe had no problem giving them exactly what they deserved if they didn’t listen to her. None of them did, she had them all wrapped around her little fingers.

Lucy climbed back in her car after Rafe told her he’d follow her home with a proud grin. She let the rage and hate fill her chest throughout the drive and when she jumped out of her car at her house it was as if a veil had been removed.

This was after.

Now it was time for revenge.

And this is no place for a love story.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x oc #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #outerbanks

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prettyboyjackhughes · 3 years

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-It’ll all be worth it in the end- |M. Marner| [Part 1]

Thanks to @workhorsefromwhitehorse24 for all her help on this! I’m super proud of this and can’t wait for you guys to read it! Thank you for all the love and support!!

Carter wasn’t dumb. He knew how much I loved to push his buttons. I mean, it was kinda my job as his little sister. He’d been ridiculously protective over me since we were little. That may have been due to the fact that I was only 16 months younger than him, or just that I was his little sister, but either way, he took his job as my one and only big brother very seriously. It had always been just the two of us, growing up. We got into more than our fair share of trouble, destroying things in the process most of the time. Our mom always called us the twin terrors, even though we weren’t actually twins. But we did everything together. Nine times out of ten, if you found one of us, you found both of us. And that was how it was supposed to be tonight, the first game of the playoffs. Carter and I had a tradition that before every game, no matter what, we did a little handshake that he had claimed as his good luck charm. So before every game, I was in the locker room with Carter.

"Well I'm definitely in the wrong place." I said, glancing around at all the Leafs equipment around the hall way. I knew my way around Wells Fargo Center, but since this was an away game and we were the away team, we were playing at Scotiabank Arena which was an arena I wasn’t familiar with. When Carter had told me to meet him outside the locker room before the game, I had figured I’d be able to find my way there. But now, standing outside of what I figured out to be the Leafs’ locker room, made me realize I had no idea how to find my brother. As I glanced around, I caught sight of a guy walking away from me. As I jogged to catch up with him, I collided with a tall, brown-haired boy.

“Ouch!” I shouted, falling to the ground.

“Oh god, sorry!” The boy said, getting his balance and looking down at me as he reached down to help me up. He glances between my face and the Flyers logo on my t-shirt, finally settling on my face.

“You okay?” He asks, his eyes coming to rest on my face. I nod, pushing my hair back out of my face.

“Uh…anything I can do to make up for the fact that I took you out?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling nervously at me. I look him up and down, having to look up a little to see the top of his head.

“You could tell me your name.” I say, smiling at him. His face looked familiar, but then again, most of the guys Carter played against in the NHL looked familiar to me But he was cute. He had dark brown hair, a kinda goofy smile, and blue eyes that pulled me in.

“Oh yeah sure. I’m Mitch. And you are…?” He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I shake it, nodding as I do.

“I’m Sawyer. Let me guess, you play for the Leafs?” I say, crossing my arms and pointing at the Leafs logo and the number 16 spread across the sweatshirt he was wearing. He glanced down and looked back up at me with a smile.

“Guilty. Flyers fan?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“Well sorta. My older brother is the starting goalie for tonight. So I’m a fan because of him.” I say, turning around to show him the 79 and Hart on my back. As I turned back around, more of his teammates started to make their way out into the hallway and my phone started to vibrate.

“Oh shoot, I probably need to go find my brother. Um, it was nice meeting you, Mitch.” I said, secretly wishing I didn’t have to go. I tugged my phone out of my pocket, seeing Grace’s name on the screen. I wave goodbye to Mitch who looks like he wants to say something as I press my phone to my ear and hurry back down the hallway.

“Hey, sorry I got lost. Tell Carter I’m on my way!” I said, glancing around to figure out where I need to be going.

“You’d better hurry up. Hartsy is starting to do his freak out older brother thing.” Grace says. I roll my eyes and end the call. Grace is Carter’s girlfriend, has been since they were 18. They’ll probably get married, if Carter has anything to do with it. Grace is also one of the trainers for the Flyers so they spend practically every waking minute together. The 3 of us share an apartment, which makes things interesting. We’ve managed to find a good balance for the 3 of us though. Most of the time, Carter and Grace spend pretty much the whole day at the rink while I have classes at UPenn. Then in the evenings, on the rare occasion we’re all home at the same time, we each take turns cooking dinner. Carter is the worst cook out of the 3 of us so usually it’s Grace or I cooking. When there’s an away game, Grace travels with the team sometimes but usually she’s home with me. It’s a lot of fun living with Grace and Carter. But it’s usually not just us at the apartment. Lately, Nolan Patrick, who has claimed boy best friend for me, and a few of Carter’s other team mates have been hanging out at the apartment.

I finally find all the signs for the Flyers locker room but run into a problem. Security. I glance down and realize I forgot the pass that Grace and I had both been given before the game. I groan and walk towards the man standing by the locker room door. He glances at me, then puts his hand out to stop me.

“Sorry young lady, you can’t go in there.” I start to plead my case then see a familiar head of shaggy hair walking towards me.

“It’s okay, she’s training staff.” Nolan says, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside the locker room with him.

“Alright, sorry about that, sir.” I muffle a laugh as the man calls Nolan sir. He rolls his eyes and drags me along with him to where Grace, Carter and a few other guys are standing. Nolan is my best friend. We got really close when I first moved here, at the beginning of last year. He’s claimed me as his “Baby Cat”, which is a weird nickname that Kevin Hayes gave him, but I’ll never admit to Nolan that I actually really love the nickname. Even though he seems all dark and kinda scary sometimes, I can tell I’m a little bit of a soft spot for him. Grace leans against the wall, watching Carter and looking very amused. A few of his team mates are watching from the doorway, also looking amused. He’s doing the whole pacing, running his hand through his hair a thousand times thing he does when he’s worried about me.

“Chillax Hartsy. I’m here and I made it mostly in one piece.” He turns around, glaring at me.

“You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago! Where were you?” I roll my eyes and reach out my hand. He points his finger at me, glaring still but softens as I nudge his finger away with my hand.

“Do the damn handshake Hartsy!” One of his team mates yells as they start to gather in the hallway to get ready to head out onto the ice for warmups. The longer he’s been in the NHL and playing for the Flyers, the more his team mates have started to pick up on how important the handshake we do is to him. They had also started to say it’s a part of their pregame routine, claiming it’s the reason they win.

“We’ll talk about this later, you’re not home free, Sawyer Mae.” He says we do our little handshake. He claims that it helps him but I think he’s just a little superstitious. I nudge Nolan as he walks past me and heads for the door. He and the boys head out onto the ice and Grace drags me with her back to where my parents are sitting.

“You should’ve seen your brother.” She says, laughing as we walk back out to our box. Usually, Grace and I would just sit in normal seats, if she wasn’t working. But since Mom and Dad were coming to the game, Carter got box tickets for all of us.

“He always freaks out before games. And always assumes I’m gonna forget to come down and meet him. This one is even worse cause it’s the freakin playoffs baby!” I say, hopping around a little and making Grace laugh. In the 3 years that Carter and Grace have been together, Grace has become the big sister I’ve always wanted. When I was younger, I loved having Carter as my big brother but I always secretly wanted a big sister. And now, I had Grace. She and I get along so well and she’s the perfect big sister. She and I would gang up on Carter, teasing him about everything when we were at home. We would watch the Bachelor and cry over sappy romance movies together. My favorite thing to do with Grace was get a little drunk, sometimes just tipsy, and sing karaoke with her when we went out. She had been there when I first moved to Philly a little over a year, helping me get to know the city and working through all my homesickness with me. She was easily my best friend.

“Earth to Sawyer, come in Sawyer.” Grace says, nudging my shoulder. I blink, bringing myself back to reality. I look down to the ice where both teams are skating around the ice, going through warmups, when a certain number 16 catches my eye. He’s skating around, weaving in and out of his teammates. He seems to talk to everybody, laughing and joking throughout all of warmups. I can hear Grace talking to my parents and the rest of my family in the box with us. She calls my name but all I can focus on or think about is the brown haired boy who I ran into today.

“Who are you watching?” Mom asks, sliding up next to me as I stand at the railing.

“Oh no one. Just Nolan.” I say, panicking and taking my eyes off of Mitch. She smiles and nudges me.

“Have you ever considered going on a date with Nolan? He’s a nice boy.” I turn to look at my mother and it takes every ounce of will in my 21 year old body not to gag.

“No Mom. Nolan and I are just friends. He’s not my type.” Mom shakes her head and walks away, leaving me at the railing by myself. I can hear Grace’s laugh before she’s even beside me.

“Shut up Grace.” I say, rolling my eyes and coughing back a laugh.

“Oh but Sawyer, Nolan is such a nice boy.” She says, still dying. This time, I actually do gag, laughing along with Grace. I let myself drift back to my imaginary land, thinking of my next way to drive Carter insane. As I watch Mitch skate around the ice after an icing, I feel like a lightbulb goes off in my head. Carter has always taught me that hockey boys were bad news, no matter who they were or what they were. He said there were no good ones, no matter who they were. I always rolled my eyes, ignored him, and have definitely dated my share of hockey boys growing up. But the one thing I will never admit to him is that most of them were just as bad as he had warned me. But do I learn from my mistakes? Nope. As a plan starts to form in my head, Grace glances at me.

“Oh no I know that look. What are you planning?” She asks, leaning over and resting her arms on my armrest.

“Nothing...Just my next way to drive Carter crazy.” She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“You’d better be careful, Sawyer. You know how on edge he’s been lately.” I nod, my eyes still on Mitch.

“Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end.” I said, looking over at Grace. The second the words left my mouth, I knew what I was going to do.

#carter hart #mitch marner #hockey boys #hockey #Hockey Players #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #NHL fan fiction #mitch marner imagine

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Drug Bust

My Jake Peralta imagines could either be read alone or you could think of them together with “Welcome to the 99!”

WC:3080

Thursday 10:15pm; A drug bust gone wrong

There was a blinding white hot pain going through your body. You don’t remember where the pain started and you didn’t care, all you knew was that you were bleeding in your abdominal area, laying on the ground trying to keep your tears at bay.

You just wanted Jake to be by your side at that moment, you knew you weren’t going to die because if you think you're going to die then you're going to lose hope and you didn’t want to lose hope, there was still so much you wanted to have happen in your life.

...

Days Leading Up to the Bust

Tuesday 10am; Briefing

“There is a new drug being spread around the streets of Brooklyn called-“

“Taxi!” You yelled out in the middle of Captain Holt’s sentence causing people to look at you.

You just slightly blushed from all the sudden attention and apologized to Holt for disrupting the meeting, you just dropped your head slightly toward the table to try and ignore the eyes on you.

“Yes Detective (L/n), it is called Taxi because it is the color yellow and also it is a new type of speed that has recently been brought to our attention. So we are going to need two detectives to go undercover on a drop.”

Without even looking behind you, you knew that Jake and Charles turned towards each other with their stupid little grins on their faces showing the pure excitement going through their mind of having the chance of coming up with some undercover identity’s for a drug bust, but-

“Diaz and (L/n) you too will be our dealers for this case.” Holt said erupting a gasp from Jake and Charles.

“Captain! Why would you choose Rosa and (Y/n) out of me and Charles!” Jake pouted out.

“Actually it’s Charles and I” You turned around to fix Jake’s grammar.

Jake just looked at you a little weird and you were just a little confused on why he was, so you just turned back around.

“What are you another Amy?” Jake said under his breath.

You tensed just a little and then relaxed choosing to just focus on the rest of the meeting as Captain Holt was giving off instructions for the drop that was going to happen on Thursday in a hotel.

“Everyone is dismissed now, go do your jobs and keep Brooklyn safe.” Holt said, closing the meeting.

Everyone got up from their seats going their separate ways. As you got up from your seat you turned around to try and talk with Jake about that passing comment about being another Amy. There was nothing wrong with Amy, she was a sweet, kind lady even though she’s barely in the bullpen where you are stationed because you took her spot and became Jake’s new partner, but that’s not the point. You just want to make sure that Jake isn’t angry with you in any way because you guys are partners for most cases so to have any type of bad blood towards each other whether it be a tiny thing or a big problem it’s always good to clear it as soon as possible.

When you turned around, Jake wasn’t there so you guessed he was back at his desk working on some paperwork for one of his cases. As you were walking back to your desk that was Amy’s desk before you, you turned to look at the Captain’s office real quick and noticed that you saw Jake in there talking with Holt, throwing his arms about like he was trying to argue a point that didn’t seem like it was going to land anywhere, and with Holt sometimes they don’t land.

So you got a little curious and walked up to Gina’s desk where she was just texting on her phone, or was on twitter (sidenote: Gina’s tweets are so random, but they bring you some type of entertainment to your life).

“Hey Gina what’s happening?” You asked, stopping to the right of her desk, the side that was closest to Holt’s door which was currently closed.

“Oh yea I’m just having twitter beef with some random person from Florida arguing about the rights of endangered animals, you know those types of Florida people.” Gina replied mindlessly not looking up from her phone, just smiling to herself at this new development in her life.

You just cocked your head to the left out of questioning if you want to look into this twitter beef later and also because you're trying to see if that angle will allow for you to hear Jake and Captain Holt’s conversation. You weren’t able to really hear anything so you just decided to go back to your desk and do some work for the meantime.

After about 20 minutes of you doing desk work you finally see Jake walking over to his desk out of the corner of your eye. You looked up when you heard Jake sigh out as he sat down looking glum for some reason.

“Hey, Jake are you okay?” You asked him quietly not wanting to try and draw unwanted attention towards you both.

Jake just looked up from his desk towards you. He looked sad and tired, you wonder if it has to do with the fact that he wasn’t chosen for the undercover cases, Jake always loved a chance to come up with a new identity.

“Are you a little upset about the case? Honestly I would be fine if you were on the case rather than me. I’m not the best on undercover drops, I get nervous.” You started to ramble out, stopping when you noticed that Jake obviously didn’t care what you had to say that the moment.

You just sighed to yourself and went back to doing your work; getting paperwork in order, getting evidence ready for a court case, talking with Rosa about the drop on Thursday.

As you were talking about the drop your eyes slightly looked towards Jake who was just doing paperwork at the moment and his face kinda just looked...blank?

“Hey Rosa, does Jake usually act like this when he isn’t assigned a certain case he hoped to work?” You whispered to Rosa.

Rosa looked up from the case information in your hands and looked towards Jake and then she took a quick glance at you.

“Eh, it’s Jake. He’s sometimes still childish with his work.” Rosa just said.

You just nodded slowly and decided it was none on your business anyway.

...

Wednesday 9:05am; Bullpen

“Hey Jake, hey Charles.” You greeted your partner and friend as you walked to your desk.

Jake looked like he was in less of a mood, so that’s all that kinda mattered in your books.

“Hey (Y/n) nervous for the drop tomorrow?” Charles asked you, turning around in the seat that was placed next to Jake’s desk.

“A little, but I’m also excited at the same time. The precinct that I last worked at wasn’t the best place and also I was always given crappy cases, so this is going to be good.” You exclaimed, smiling to yourself.

“Well we just know it’s going to go great, don’t we Jake.” Charles said trying to bring his friend into the conversation since he was being so quiet.

Jake was just kinda looking at you, it looked like he zoned out or something his face was...blank. You kinda just looked at him back taking in his facial features. He always just had a kind smile whenever you saw it, it’s barely pointed towards you though so it always brightens your day when you get just a small glimpse of it.

You wish it was pointed towards you everyday.

“-I mean Sarge is always going on about his yogurt.” You heard Charles’s voice causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

When you were brought back to Earth you saw that Jake was gone from his desk leaving you with Charles rambling about Sarge and his yogurt.

“Hey Charles where did Jake go too?”

…

Charles said Jake was in the evidence room so that’s where you went to go looking for him.

“Oh hey I was looking for you.” You stated as you saw Jake’s back.

No you weren’t stalking Jake, you just have been wanting to talk with him and every time you try and start a conversation something would randomly come up stopping you in the process.

“Oh hey (Y/n).” Was all Jake said to you when he turned around to see who came into the evidence room.

You just cocked your head a little to your right wondering why Jake was kinda just being weird around you.

When you came to the 99 Jake was acting completely civil and his normal goofy self, but lately he's kinda just been a little reserved you could say, but it was just around you which annoyed you to death.

“Hey Jake I was just wondering if I did something to bother you these past few weeks. If it's just my mere presence then I’m sorry about that, but I’m not just gonna leave the 99 because-”

“Woah, (Y/n). No it has nothing to do with your presence; I like having you around. You're one of my new friends here, it's just with this drug bust I’m scared something could happen to you.” Jake said quietly, but you were able to catch the very last bit causing a slight blushing on your cheeks.

You were looking at Jake as he was looking towards the ground finding his shoes very interesting, when you noticed his head was coming back to your level you glanced to the floor real fast.

‘What am I, a school girl confronting her crush?...Actually that could be what is happening.’ you thought to yourself as you were staring at the floor.

You brought your head back up to meet Jake’s eyes.

“Well thank you for your concern Jake, but this is our job and if something bad happens then at least I was just doing my job to try and clean the streets of Brooklyn.” You said timidly with a shaky smile on your face.

Jake was just staring at you, his eyes darting everywhere over your face almost like he was trying to take in certain details and remember your face in this moment. It looked like Jake was about to say because he looked slightly hesitant.

“Um (Y/n) I just want to say-” and then the door opens bringing in Charles.

Charles was looking between you and Jake with a weird look on his face, but then again Charles is just a different kind of guy so you don’t try and pay much mind to it.

Since you finally got to talk with Jake you see that you should leave now and probably talk with Holt, going over the plan for tomorrow.

“Well thanks for the talk Jake, I’m gonna go and talk with Captain Holt about the bust tomorrow to make sure everything is all good, so I’ll see you later. Bye Charles.” You said as you walked past him waving both Jake and Charles good bye.

…

Thursday 8:40pm; getting into position

“So...what was going on with you and (Y/n) yesterday in the evidence room.” Charles singed, wiggling his eyebrows at Jake.

Jake just pulled a creeped out face, because this was something Charles does most of the time when he opens his mouth. Jake just stayed silent in the driver's seat of his car looking forward towards the building where the bust was going down.

“So Charles, how's your life going.” Jake blurted out wanting to avoid talking about himself.

Obviously Charles didn’t notice so he just went on a rambling spree about random things going on in his life at the moment.

Jake just started to slowly zone out because he knew whatever Charles was saying he would rather not know about it.

…

10pm

“Man this is taking forever.” Jake sighed out.

It’s been probably almost two hours of just sitting in the car with Charles going on different tangents about something random. Jake was just hoping that nothing bad was happening, as long as there weren't any type of radio calls.

It seemed like it was going fine until…

BANG

“All units go in! Now!” Captain Holt’s voice sounded through the coms yelling at everyone to rush towards the building where loud gunshots were heard.

Jake’s anxiety spiked, worried that something happened to either you or Rosa, two of his friends and one that was starting to be just a little more.

Jake and Charles ran towards the doors of the building, the same ones that you entered just a while ago doing your job.

Jake and Charles held their guns up, sweeping the perimeter for drug dealers with weapons. Jake told Charles to split up to sweep the building faster, so Jake went right and Charles went left.

As Jake got to one room he started to hear loud gasps, almost like someone was trying to catch their breath. As Jake walked further in, he saw that there was a body on the floor with crimson liquid spilling around them.

Jake ran to the person, dropping to the floor on his knees and turning them over so he was able to see their face; and when he saw your face draining of color his heart dropped to his stomach.

“(Y/n)...hey (Y/n) come on, stay awake for me; You’re gonna be okay.” Jake whispered close to your face making sure your breathing was still there.

Your breaths were coming in shallow not wanting to waste what little energy you had left at the moment. You turned your head slightly, leaning into Jake’s body wanting to feel his body warmth since yours was dropping fast causing you to shutter. Blood was spilling from the corner of your mouth staining the path red.

“Jake...Jake please don’t leave me.” You whispered out with a glimpse of fear coming forward.

Jake just quietly shushed you telling you everything was going to be okay, just slowly petting your hair.

He cupped your face making you keep your focus on him and only him at this moment.

“(Y/n), look at me. Everything is going to okay, the ambulance is coming and they are going to take you to the hospital and fix you up. Nothing bad is going to happen.” Jake choked out.

You smiled at Jake, feeling the tears spill out of your eyes causing a choking feeling to get stuck in your throat.

“I’m really happy that you’re my partner Jake.” You whispered to him, feeling your eyes become heavy.

Jake must have noticed the way your eyes were dropping that he needed to keep you awake because he started to shake you and call out your name, but everything just started to sound like you were underwater.

…

Friday 8am; The Hospital

The beeping of machines slowly brought you out of your deep slumber. Your eyes felt like they weigh 100 pounds causing you to strain a bit just trying to pry them open. They also just felt gross, you probably had eye boogers and maybe tear stains on your face from when you were crying in Jake’s lap.

Slowly, but surely you were able to get your eyes to open up to the fluorescent lighting of your hospital room. You moved your head around to look around your small hospital room and when you looked toward the door you saw that someone was sitting in the one chair close to you.

“Jake.” You called out, but your voice was basically gone, just a tiny squeak came from your throat.

Jake was asleep in the chair, which probably wasn’t very comfortable especially with the weird position that he was in. You saw that he was close enough that you could probably poke him or something to grab his attention. You were moving your fingers very slowly so as to not bring any unwanted pain to your body.

As you slowly go, your fingers moving to grab onto just a bit of Jake’s shirt to tug it; you moved a bit too far or fast it didn’t matter to you all you knew was that a white hot pain shot through your body causing you to cry out in pain.

Jake probably heard your cry because you felt his hand on your shoulder asking what happened.

“I was trying to grab your attention, probably just moved too much.” You spoke out.

You looked up and saw that Jake was just staring at with a slight smirk to his mouth. His eyes looked like they had tiny stars in them with the way they twinkled across your facial features. You moved your left arm up slowly allowing for you to rest your hand on his cheek, moving your thumb back and forward over his smooth skin.

“Thank you...for saving me back there.” You croaked out of your dried throat.

Jake smiles down at you, moving his right hand to be placed on top of yours.

It’s finally pointed towards me for once.

“No need to thank me (Y/n); I’m your partner after all.” Jake stated without any hesitation.

Partner

That one word caused you to be brought back to reality; making you tense for a moment, but long enough for Jake to notice.

“Um...where is everyone else?”

“Oh, um they’re at the station right now. I came here first before stopping at work. I wanted to make sure that you were okay and awake, and since you are I should probably go to the Captain so that way everyone else can stop by.” Jake spoke, starting to back away, causing your hand to slip away and fall back on your bed.

“Okay well, I hope to see you again soon Jake...at the precinct.” You replied startled.

Jake grabbed his jacket from the chair putting it on and walked towards the door of your room until he stopped and turned around looking at you.

“Um...I’ll make sure to come by after work to see how you're feeling; if you're okay with that.” Jake asked you.

You smiled to yourself, having to resist a full blown grin splitting your face.

“Yea, that works for me!” You almost shouted.

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001 - Tales of Zestiria?

Favorite character: It's a tough call between Maltran and Symonne, and Lunarre is trailing right behind both. I tend to call them the "Heldalf Squad," but make no mistake, Heldalf himself isn't part of it. I just like his swagalicious minions. The dry and sarcastic political manipulator, the sadistic and wordy theater nerd, and the flamboyant cannibal who hates everything. Yes. LOVE. But I have to give a shout to my boy Dezel on the hero side! Angsty/stoic characters are very hit-or-miss with me, but Dezel is the flavor I love - obvious soft spots and quirks, and slowly he builds from being antisocial to showing how big his heart is. When he stops the woman from leaping off the Guinevere tower...that's one of my favorite scenes in the entire game, because you can see when the switch flips, when he realizes that he CANNOT stay aloof any longer when there's a stranger's life on the line. He's still a grump about it but a compassionate grump.

Least Favorite character: Heldalf. His backstory is really clever, and I like the curse on him. But he himself just feels like Ganondorf but more boring. I kinda hate that he's so vanilla when his three lieutenants are in my arsenal of pet villains from the vastness of fiction. Also shout-out to Chancellor BART in the opening Ladylake act, because I distinctly remember liveblogging this to a friend, and I played Zestiria *after* Berseria (I'd loved Berseria and that's why I eventually sought out Zestiria) so here I am just comparing up the corrupt church in Ladylake to the Abbey's suave rogues gallery like "Yeah no BART has nothing on Lady Teresa Linares." Thankfully BART was never seen again.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): DezeRose, SorMik, Symonne x Coco Atarashi (The World Ends With You), Alisha Diphda x Sergei Strelka, and...I swear you have to bear with me here...Zaveid x Anna (Frozen). I also kinda wanna note a couple ships I'm on the fence about for my other favies - those being Maltran x Ebony Maw (Marvel Cinematic Universe or Marvel Ultimate Alliance) and Lunarre x Arkham (Devil May Cry).

Character I find most attractive: Dezel. It is a scientific fact that guys with pointy teeth are just hotter.

Character I would marry: Maybe Dezel, maybe Sergei. I wouldn't want to take them from those I see as their wifeys, but at the same time, they are husband goals, both of them.

Character I would be best friends with: Catch me clinging to Maltran's train and she drags me along annoyedly as I yell "PLEEEEAAASE LET ME HANG OUT WITH YOU GUYS" and Lunarre is losing it laughing while Symonne rolls her eyes

a random thought: So I toyed around with basically every accessory I picked up, and I decided to put the sideburns on Rose because fuck gender roles. Well then I just got used to seeing her with facial hair in every cutscene where her 3D model was used, and now I headcanon that she does get it. Maybe nonclassical CAH intersex? Like, I don't necessarily see her as trans (but I support everyone who hc's her as such) but moreso "a cis woman, but I grow this stupid damn facial hair like a dude and I don't get why." And this is why you shouldn't let me play with customizable accessories on RPG characters because I can and will abuse my privilege to headcanon.

An unpopular opinion: That this is actually a very good game. Listen, I think I get it - the initial marketing promised something far different. And that's disappointing. But coming back to it several years after its release, after the release of its PREQUEL, when I never had that hype building up...it actually exceeded my expectations. I held off from it for a while because I thought Eizen's fate would make me too sad, but that didn't end up the case at all. I actually had just come off playing a more recently-released triple-A game that was hyped up for years, and I completed it to my satisfaction in 20 hours. $80 for 20 hours. Zestiria gave me my money's worth in comparison; it took me about 60, and I loved just how MUCH story it had to offer me. I honestly like Rose better than Alisha anyway (Rose was one of the biggest aspects that interested me about playing it in the first place). I've also seen complaints that the characters weren't well-developed enough? Which I just kinda take to mean "They didn't angst enough." Listen. There are PLENTY of games out there if you want angst and sad stories. I don't really like sad stories in my games. I like adventures where the party is a goofy foundfam that jokes around with each other and helps each other work through shitty situations, and that's EXACTLY what I got. (And Berseria really worked on me too because it kinda started at the bottom of the angst barrel, then worked its way up through "The edgy and tortured protag has gained a party of idiots and oh noooooo she's learning friendship and happiness.") Dezel's death is one of the few game deaths that just made me SATISFIED to watch instead of depressed because of the closure he got and the themes tied into his final moments and sacrifice. I loved going on this adventure, I loved the idiots who I went on it with, and I loved seeing what Glenwood had to offer me in world design the further I explored.

my canon OTP: There's not much for canon romance in this game, come to think of it. Just subtext and some flirting. So I'm blanking on if there actually were any canon couples at all.

Non-canon OTP: DezeRose! Which maybe can be considered almost-canon based on the amount of subtext, but still. It's adorable. (And it's the exact same dynamic as EiRoku except M/F and a thousand years later. I need these four to double date...the dual-wielding goofs with their edgy, grumpy Reapers...)

most badass character: Rose! Not only able to wield the Shepherd's Armatization powers, but also to be a dang good assassin on her own, able to hold her own against Heldalf before she even had her eyes opened to seraphim! Though a shout-out goes to Edna because her armatization was my favorite to play with. There's something just satisfying about bashing the enemy in front of you with a pair of GIANT FISTS

pairing I am not a fan of: RoseAli. To be honest, it was at one point something I kinda enjoyed as a third-tier ship for Rose (Dezel first, then Lailah in second). But then...Alisha's Story. I didn't actually purchase it, thank goodness, just watched it on YouTube, and it was the most grating addition that anyone could've made to this game. First of all, I can sum up the issues with Alisha's Story by reminding everyone that it canonized a secret entrance to Camlann that was much easier to get to and wasn't protected by Muse's sacrifice. But the real thing that hurt to watch was how far down they had to knock Rose and Alisha's friendship to get them to rebuild from scratch. Rose claiming she was never Alisha's friend because she's grieving Sorey? The two of them getting into a PHYSICAL FISTFIGHT over it? Nope nope nope. That's not my Rose. Even less my Rose is that whole scene where she...you know...pounces on Alisha to dress her in the silly noblewoman's dress, and it's framed like...let's just say it's really uncomfortable to watch if you don't know the punchline is just a silly outfit. Even though Alisha's Story isn't canon in my head, it still really killed any buzz I had for RoseAli. I will also say I'm not a big fan of Eizavie - first of all, EiRoku or bust in this house, and second, I have a little bit of a hard time seeing Zaveid as mlm due to how much he goes on and on about The Ladies(TM). (Though I could see Eizen as having a tiny crush on him, though. Just like "Oh no he's hot but he's connected to Aifread's disappearance help")

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Mostly just in Alisha's Story. I was mad about the aforementioned Rose stuff, but also...like...they undid Lunarre's original cathartic death, they did so to team him back up with Symonne and then do a whole fakeout that they had Maltran with them too, but Maltran is just an illusion and immediately after this, Lunarre and Symonne just decide "Yeah, we're not gonna work together anymore, have a nice life." Why does Maltran need to stay dead if LUNARRE somehow survived EXPLODING? And just...look to next question for more clarification:

favourite friendship: I just want to imagine that Maltran, Lunarre, and Symonne were weird evil friends. The kind who'd take artistic selfies and caption them "Murder and mayhem with my besties!". Maybe they even had a sibling dynamic. They were all pretty dang jaded, so I like to think they sat around sometimes talking about the things in this world that did them wrong. The reasons they were drawn to Heldalf. Heldalf himself wouldn't have cared, he would've kicked them around like disposable tools, but the three of them were too entrenched in his dogma to see it. Maybe if they met up again after he was off the board...then they'd sing a different tune. Realize they're all three better than this, and now they're gonna do things THEIR way, because remember when they made a three-point attack on Glenwood and Sorey was barely able to keep up with them wrecking Lastonbell AND Pendrago AND Glaivend? Remember when Lunarre and Symonne had each other's backs the night Dezel died? Now they can do what they want on their terms! And I just - I have many MANY feelings about these three.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Okay silly self-insert time but the thing is, Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls) and Roman Torchwick (RWBY) are my two favorite parental f/o's (and also my OTP to end all OTPs), and I have this thing about how they'd be PERFECT crime dads to Symonne in particular because she's like a little, more theatrical Neopolitan. So there's a universe in my head where Symonne is basically already my little sister, and I look out for her - well, okay, she's a seraph with powerful Artes and I am a powerless mortal so really she looks out for me because "I suppose SOMEONE has to make sure you don't die" and I am grateful to her for it.

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Pairing: Lin Manuel X Reader

Note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic here, i hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Cursing, Teenager Lin, Lin's accent in Spanish, Smut, Fluff, Lin's baby pictures.

Word Count: 5.001

1998- Summer Vacations

I can't wait to meet my new neighbors, it's pretty lonely here since Cameron that lived nextdoor had to go to live in another country with her parents, she was my best friend and maybe my only one, she said that we will still be friends but...it's different, she's going to find new ones and I'm going to be here alone as always...Fuck that, I have to focus on the new neighbors now, maybe they have a daughter...Well, nobody compares to Cam...Ok, ok I'm forgetting that for now. Anyway, my mom is baking a cake to the neighbors when they arrive, I'm so nervous and anxious for...some reason, so I go downstairs to talk to my mom and see if the cake is ready.

— Hey mom, how it's going there? — I said looking to the oven and seeing the chocolate cake inside.

— Right on time honey, I'm going to take it out in 5 minutes, wanna help me with the frosting? — She said giving me a spatula that i take with enthusiasm.

— Sure mom. — I smile to her and she start to pouring condensed milk slowly in the wipped cream that I was stirring.

After that she put the frosting on the fridge and take the cake of the oven and put it on the table to rest, we talk for some time about nothing important until the cake was cold enough for the frosting. Is between spread frosting on the cake and put it on a plate that we heard a knock at the door.

— Can you see who is for me Y/N?

— Sure. — I said with a bored face, it's impossible that anyone liked to host people at your door, impossible.

I open the door and I see a latin little man, or a big kid... I'm not sure yet, he is wearing a Star Wars t-shirt way too big with large, large pants that another person could fit there with him comfortably, there's a hat laying on his head too, very fancy. He just stay there starring at me with his big brown eyes and then say:

— Hi I'm Lin son of the new neighbors, my mom is throwing a party tonight and she's inviting your family, nothing fancy just some foods and a lot of dancing, there's none dress code or those shit, we just want to have a good time with everyone and make new friends. — He said in one breathe with a lot of hand gestures, impressive...He dresses like a kid and talk as much as one.

— Okay. — I said slowly. — I'm gonna say to my mom, actually she's baking a welcome cake for your family, we can take with us tonight then.

— That would be perfect, thank you so much. — He said gesturing with his hands again. — Bye. — He turn around and go in the way to the next house as I close the door.

— Okay, mom you won't belie... What are you looking at? — She look at me with a weird smile and say:

— He likes you honey, did you saw the look on his eyes and how he was literally throwing words at you? — She said giving me a malicious face.

— What are you saying, of course he don't like me, we talk for 2 minutes...Well he talked for 2 minutes I just listened. — I said rolling my eyes.

— Well, think what you want, and about the party...we are definitely going, so find a good dress.

— Why mom? Let me stay home, please. — I said with fake tears in my eyes.

— I know you, don't fake a face for me, we are going and period. — Damnit, she know me too well.

— Ugh, okay okay.

After we both get ready, I take the cake and we go to Lin's house, i can hear music from a far, we get there and knock, a woman full of energy open the door and hug me and my mom tightly at the same time what almost caused a cake accident.

— Wepa, I'm so happy you maded, come in, come in. — She said with a heavy accent and then pushed us into her house.

— And we are very happy that you invited us, I baked a cake for you, take it. — My mom said giving her the cake that was in my arms.

— Mas no precisava, you didn't need too. I'm going to place this with the rest of the food, thank you...I don't even asked your name honey, what am I thinking... — Own, like mom, like son. She said as fast as Lin did before.

— It's Y/M/N and what's yours? If I may ask. — Okay, so I'm probably gonna be here for a while, it's always like that when my mom finds another "talkative" mom.

— It's Luz, and this is your hija? Uh tan hermosa... — She said giving me a look — Lin has a good taste...

— Mama, ¿Qué estás diciendo? Excuse us ladies — A blushed Lin appears of nowhere almost screaming and then he leaves with his mother.

— That was... — My mom start thinking in a word.

— Freaking weird? Yeah, I know. I told you so, if you excuse me I'm going to find food. — I go right to the place that's probably the kitchen, there's some latin people talking, probably Lin's family or something, I found a table with some snacks in the corner and go straight to them taking one bowl of... something that I don't know what it is but tastes good. I go to find somewhere safe to eat alone, what's not very complicated since they don't unpacked almost anything, I go upstairs and enter a room with some furniture, I turn the light on and then sit on the floor behind some boxes trying to hide for a while. I really didn't wanted to came here in the first place, don't get me wrong, the people aren't the problem, I am...I just don't like parties, and parties with my mom are even worse. The door opens interrupting my monologue about how much I hate parties. I see Lin talking on the phone entering the room like a thunder, closing the door and laying on the carpet.

— Tú no entiendes, ella es la cosa más linda que yo ví en toda mi vida...obviamente no consegui hablar com ela Carlos, I'm too shy for that... — He finally realize that I'm in the room and say almost choking on the phone. — Oh fuck, yo tengo que ir bye. Hi, what're you doing here? The party isn't in my bedroom. — He said with a...smile? Or he's dying?

— Your what? Oh I'm sorry I was just... scaping for my mom, I didn't realized that this was your room. — Oh fuck, of course it's his bedroom.

— It's okay, it's nothing yet actually just a bunch of boxes and I relate with the mom thing, my mom drives me crazy sometimes too. — He opens a beautiful smile, I never took a deep look at him but he's not that bad actually, even kinda cute with a goofy smile.

— Mothers hun. — We both laugh looking at the floor.

— Did you understood what I was talking on the phone? — He asked nervous.

— Not even a word. — He's relief came hard.

— Oh, nice.

— What you were saying, though? — That's really weird, he start to panic.

— Ah, uh...porn — That's a bad liar over here my friends.

— Sure...

— Yeah. — Awkward silence, yummy...

— So...

— What's your name again? I don't think you never said to me actually. — He said with a question mark all over his face.

— Well, you never gave me the chance. — He start to blush because of my words and then he whisper an sorry. — It's okay Lin, and my name is Y/N at your service sir.

— Yeah, this name suits you. — He said now smiling.

— Do you want some? — I said pointing the bowl to him. — I don't know what this is but is pretty damn good.

— Sure. — He said taking some of the bowl and then sitting next to me, his leg touching mine. — It's tostones, basically fried plantain, it's a Puerto Rican thing, well latin thing but this one my aunt brought from Puerto Rico. — He said with his eyes glowing.

— You used to live there?

— No, actually. My parents came to here and then they meet on college so i was born here too, but I love Puerto Rico it's my happy place you know. — He said with a half smile.

— That's so sweet Lin. — His eyes finds mine and we stare each other for a minute, but then I look away...This boy is like...affecting me?

— So, did you want to get back there? It's dinner time. — He stand up and offers me his hand.

— We really have to? — I said forcing a sad face.

— Of course we do, but if you get uncomfortable I promise that we can stay here okay? — His hand still waiting for mine.

— Okay then. — I take his hand leaving the empty bowl behind, we get out of the room still holding hands, until I see my mom, in that moment I go crazy and i walk in her direction leaving Lin.

— Hm, very strange that you were together inside a room, did you wear protection honey? I don't want a...

— MOM, we were just talking. — I said interrupting her before she said something even crazier.

— I'm just saying...Well, let's go to get dinner, this are really nice people doll you're gonna love them. — She said leading me to the backyard where a big table was full of food, hell yes, that's what I'm talking about, don't like parties who?

I sit with my mom by my right side, Lin appears and sit in front of me, after everybody was at the table we start to eat, people asking food, pouring juice, telling jokes, Lin's look finding mine between conversations, was all really nice, I even forgot why I was so worried at the first place.

We are at home now, I'm looking at the sky from my window, there's a lot of stars and is a full moon day. The curtains of the other house in front of my window opens all of sudden, of course Lin's window is there, how I didn't noticed that? He don't seems to see me, what makes sense since my lights are off, he's shirtless and writing something on the desk that places below the window, there's a lamp on the desk and the only thing that's on at the room. He seems so relaxed, his mouth is moving fast what means he's probably singing, maybe writing music? I don't know but it's a beautiful view, wait...is this creepy? I'm feeling like a stalker right now, i try to hide but he see me for my own despair. He smile and wave his hand to me, I do the same with a Awkward smile. Crap, I'm so dumb...he take a paper and write "Hi, can't sleep either?", i write fast in a old piece of paper a big "No", he smile and write another thing and then show me "Meet me in 10?" Oh fuck, why he want to see me? he's totally going to report me to the police for harassment. I raise my thumb to him and he closes his curtains, I look at the mirror and remember that I was in my pajamas but who cares, I go downstairs slowly so my mom couldn't hear me, the door make a noise when I open it...damnit, hope she didn't hear this, I close the door and turn to Lin's house, he's standing right in front sadly with clothes now, wait, why am I disappointed? He has a little smile in his face until he reaches me.

— I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking you I swear, please don't sue me...

— What're you talking about? — He said confused, crap crap crap, a thousand times crap, I fell my cheeks hot so I close my eyes so I won't be able to see his face.

— Nice pajamas by the way... Wait, are this pineapples? — He said with a stupid smirk on his face.

— Oh shut up, you're wearing Star Wars clothes all day and I never said a word about it. — I try to say this mad but my smile wins the battle on my face.

— Yo, Star Wars is a classic but I never see a movie about pineapples. — Why do I didn't changed my clothes again? Right, laziness.

— Uh, rude. — I hit his arm weakly.

— Au. — He smile and take my hand. — Let's go, we can lay down in the garden and look at the stars and...talk.

— Okay Yoda. — He laugh a little as we go to the background of his house.

We lay on the ground with our bodies almost touching, the stars really look beautiful tonight... He turn his head in my direction...We both know what's going to happen but the wait make all better, I turn to him and his laches are beating slowly, the light of the stars make his face glow, he put one hand on my face and start to make little circles around my cheek and say that my eyes are more shining than the stars, his face is literally one inch far from mine. I'm the one who kisses first, his lips are soft and warm, he put his hand in my wrist and push me closer to him, his tongue is touching mine now in a sweet kiss, we end the kiss but we stay closer as possible.

— That was unexpected. — I said breaking the silence.

— Well, not for me. I was hoping to do that since I meet you. — He says letting small kisses on my face.

— So my mom was right this time. — He goes a little far laughing.

— I was that obvious?

— I don't think so, but in the moment you walked away she said that you liked me, what I thought that was craziness until now. — I said with one hand in his soft hair. — No that I'm saying that you like me i just... — He stop me pressing our lips together.

— Mothers hun... — He said quoting me and then opening one of those beautiful smiles.

The sun is rising when we go back to home, I say a last goodbye to him from the window before jumping on the bed, my back are in pain but I don't care...This was one of the best days of my life, I sleep and my dreams are full of dancing and laughing.

I wake up with a knock at my door, I look to the clock next to my bed and it's almost 12 o'clock, after a little battle against myself I get up and open the door, Lin is with a big smile in his face, the large clothes now are just a cargo shorts and a light white shirt showing his shoulders and a lot of skin, so much skin...

— Good morning Sleepyhead. — He said still smiling.

— How you're up after last night? And smiling... — I said outraged giving room for him get inside.

— Actually I barely sleep, no i can't get inside. Your mother only let me in when I promised not to enter your room.

— Of course she did, by the way what are you doing here? — I ask him. — No that I didn't liked, I do, I really do. — I said fast.

— Really? — He's cheeks are turning red, how he can be this cute?

— Yeah. — I get closer to him and I let a little kiss into his lips.

— So, I was thinking that we could go to somewhere today, I know a place in the woods that's perfect for do absolutely nothing, it's not far so we can walk a little bit and since you didn't eat breakfast, we can do a picnic and no one else goes there so we can stay together in peace. — He said showing me the basket in his hand.

— That sounds perfect, I just have to take a shower, I see you in 30? — He nodd his head in affirmation and I kiss him more deeply this time.

— See ya. — He said in the middle of the kiss and then goes away...God I could live in his lips forever...

I take a quick bath and go downstairs, Lin is talking to my mother, he's drinking a cup of coffee and they're... Laughing? Weird...I say a hi to my mom and we go to Lin's place. It's really a perfect place, there's a lot of trees and a little lake in the middle, we rest on a big towel under a tree for some time, we eat a lot, it's a perfect afternoon...

— Thank you Lin, this is so nice. — My head is resting on his shoulder.

— You know what would be nicer? — He said standing up and slowly taking his shirt off and running into the lake direction. I take my dress off and follow him with a goofy smile on my face. We jump into the almost warm water together, he start to splashing water in my face and I do it back, he came closer and kiss me, his shy hands are laying in my lower back, i surround his waist with my legs and I feel something getting harder under his belly, he stop the kiss looking at me with his big eyes, his laches are moving fast.

— I...it's... — He tries to talk but he doesn't have words for this.

— Shhhh, kiss me Lin. — I whisper into his ear and he does what i ask, then i take his hand and guide him to where we were before.

— I never done this before. — He said with his voice shaking. We lay on the towel and I kiss him, i run my hand through his wet soft hair and feel them between my fingers, meanwhile his hands is caressing my back, making little circles.

— We don't have to do it if you aren't ready yet. — He's looking at me with those big brown puppy eyes, I'm losing all control that i have. — I never done this with someone that i just meet either, but you're making me crazy without doing anything.

— I want you, i just don't know...how... — He gaze up avoiding my eyes with his cheeks all red now, did i mention how cute he's with red cheeks?

— Hey, look at me. — I said touching his face and making he look at mine — I'll not say that i didn't do it before, but i can lead you...if you let me. — He don't say anything, just came closer and kiss me taking all the breath of my lungs.

— Okay...— He said more whispering than really talking.

— If you want to stop anytime just say, okay? — He nodd his head in confirmation. I stay on top of him and take my bra and throw in the floor next to us, he look at my breasts with his eyes wide open then look to my face like he was asking for permission, what was really cute, i take his warm hands and put them in there and he squeeze very softly, i feel him getting even harder under me, i kiss him urgently like i never kissed someone before, he turn our positions and now he's on top of me going down to my lips and kissing my neck and collarbone, a little noise come out of my mouth when i feel his lips on my nipple pressing it softly and letting small kisses. I hear he saying all the time how soft my skin is and how sweet i taste in his mouth, our underwear go out of our body in some point.

I said that i would lead him but he's doing a great job from himself, driving me crazy with all the wait and his kisses in my body, i can feel everything, every part of our body that's touching, every drop of sweat that roll in our body. The beautiful things that came out of his mouth are like a melody, i never felt so loved when i feel him inside me, filling me whole.

— Am i hurting you baby? — He ask with the most beautiful face of concern.

— Just a little, but it's normal don't worry my love. — He nodd and then lay his forehead in mine starting to move inside me, our bodies colliding softly, his lips is barely pressing mine, he's not moving fast what make all feel even better, he's saying how gorgeous i am and i how i make him feel the luckiest guy in the whole world for let him be with me in his arms, my name come out of his mouth like a poem, we are moaning together and it's together that we come too, my eyes are out of orbit, i can't feel anything else than the goosebumps all over my body, he's head is resting in my chest and he's hugging me tight in his arms.

— You're so amazing Y/N...I'm really happy that my first time was with you. — He said softly looking deep in my eyes after we recover and lay on the ground side by side with our bodys tangled. — I never felt like this before for anyone else.

— Me neither Lin, i love how you make me feel... — I said and i feel the cold wind in my naked body what make me shiver for a moment but Lin hold me closer to his body. — I think we should put our clothes on and go back now, it's starting to get cold and the sun is going down, my mom will kill me if I get home late.

— Yeah, let's go doll. — He said throwing my clothes on me and getting up.

At home i take a shower but Lin's taste and smell are still in my body, i still can feel his arms wrapping me. I touch my lips remembering of when he was kissing me slowly, savouring my mouth. I think about check the window just to see if he's there but before I came into a conclusion my mom calls me for dinner. It's 9am when i sleep, all that i didn't slept the night before mixed with all the "exercise" from the afternoon make me sleep 10 hours uninterrupted. I get up really excited for the day, the sun is rised and it's a beautiful day, i take a quick shower and go catch some breakfast before knock at Lin's door.

— Good morning mom. — I said almost singing.

— Good Morning honey, why you're so happy? You're never like this in the morning. — She said looking at me suspiciously.

— I'm just happy mom, i can't be happy anymore? Jesus

— Of course you can, but it's strange. Let me guess, Lin is the reason of your happiness? — She ask smirking for me.

— Maybe, why? — I ask drinking my coffee

— Nothing... i like him, he's a very good boy and he's super respectful and I think he really really likes you.

— I really like him too mom...

— I can see, your eyes glow when you talk about him, i'm really glad that you found each other honey. — She said cupping my face.

— Me too mom, i have to go now. — I kiss her face and go out listening to her voice saying for me not to came home late. I knock at his door and his mom open for me.

— Good morning Mrs. Miranda, is Lin at home?

— Good morning Y/N, he's in shower but come in, you can wait for him here, and don't call me that, I'm just Luz for you— She said all too happy, probably Lin told her about us.

— Okay Luz. — She guide me to the couch, i look around and everything is in place, just one or two boxes in the corner now, the decoration in very happy with a lot of color everywhere. — This is so pretty Luz.

— Thank you, i really liked how turned too. Come here let me show you a thing. — We get up and she show me trophys and some papers that belongs to Lin, there's some more things but are from a girl, maybe a sister? He didn't told me he had a sister. She takes a big album and we sit on the couch again, that's the good stuff, the blackmail material.

— This is when he born, tan precioso. — She show me a photo in white and black with a baby Lin in it, so cute. — I never thought that he would became this writing machine that never sleep properly, i blame his father they're exactly the same. — She show me a lot of another photos, in graduations, in piano recitals what apparently he was really good at, in family reunions. He appears when we're almost done, he smile when he see me but then he panic when he realize that his mom is with his kid album.

— Mami, i can't believe you're embarrassing me again. — He said hiding his face with his hands.

— I'm just showing to her como tú eras pequeño e precioso mi hijo. — She said standing up and pinching his red cheek, then she put the album where it was before and go out of the room.

— Stop laughing at me. — He said with the most adorable angry face when i start to laugh. I stand up and kiss his cheek as he touch my back and bring me close pressing his lips against mine. — What are we going to do today baby?

— Movie? My mom's going to shop what will probably take a while so we can watch it in my house. — He smirk at me. — God, you barely discovered sex and you're already addicted? — What i said make him laugh loudly.

— I'm sorry, so...just a movie. I will just say to my mom so she won't be crazy that I'm not home — He kiss my cheek and go talk to his mom.

After we fight for 10 minutes we finally agree in watch the Ghostbusters, we both have watched it one hundred times but it's just too good. My mom finally go to work and we go to the kitchen to do popcorn and take some snacks. After that we lay on the carpet to watch the movie.

— You never told me that you had a sister. — I said playing with his hair in my finger, his head resting in my lap.

— I thought that i did, anyway she's the best, she prefer to be in our aunt's house for the summer, that's why she isn't here.

— I always wanted to have a sister, but my dad died when I was young and my mom never was the same.

— I'm so sorry Y/N. — He said cupping my face.

— I'm okay now, was a really long time ago. — I put my hand over his. — What about your father, why i didn't meet him yet?

— He's in New Jersey for work, he'll probably be here in the weekend, I'll make sure that he meet my girl. — He said pressing our lips quickly.

— Your girl? You didn't even asked me yet. — I said throwing a popcorn in his face.

— I have to? — He said confused.

— No, but it won't harm if you do it.

— Okay, Okay. — He said sitting in front of me and taking my hands, i can't believe he'll really do that. I burst into laughter

— I'm just kidding...

— Shh... I'm concentrating. — He put a finger in my lips and then clean his throat and start...rapping?. — I know I'm not much but my heart belongs to you, even more when I remember of that afternoon, baby I can't take you out of my mind, here holding your hands i ask you, will you be mine?

— You just made that out of nowhere? Cool

— It's that a yes?

— Of course it's your dummy. — I said jumping into him kissing his lips, the popcorn that was in my lap spreads to everywhere.

I never thought that I would find love in such a young age and so fast, but i couldn't imagine my life without Lin, he's the only man I loved and will always be, and the felling is mutual by what he say every morning that we wake up together, side by side, i never felt so loved in someone's arms before and i hope this felling last until the day I die. This is the end but not our end, we'll last forever.

#lin manuel miranda #lin manuel x reader

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derireo · 4 years

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mafia au: personalities

disclaimer: some of them are aged up in the story (eg. juza is 20, itaru is 26). sakyo is aged down by a year!

Still kind-hearted despite the near death experience and her ex cheating on her with her friend. She wants to see the best in people who haven't lost her trust yet, but quickly turns at the toss of a coin she's wronged.

Trusts a bit too easily. This goes hand in hand with her kind hearted nature, but her gut feeling is almost always correct despite Sakyo and Itaru always complaining about her making new friends. She can't help it, she just really loves people!

An absolute charmer! Her empathetic, open and trusting personality makes it easy for strangers to fall for her; romantic or not. Again, Sakyo and Itaru hate this but they also can't seem to resist her.

Tough exterior. Of course, she's an ooey gooey cutie baby on the inside, but it's a bit difficult for people to see that when they first meet her after the incident. Her resting face doesn't showcase the best emotions, and when most of the characters first meet her or interact with her, she's either violent or staring blankly at them.

Easy to fluster depending on who is talking to her. She can easily brush off comments or questionable actions of affection depending on who she is with, but gets bashful when her combat skills are praised. So far, the only person who is able to fluster her so much to the point that she accepts all advances is Juza. He's a little devil!

Not much for talking. Considering his plans with Itaru that are revealed later into the story, Sakyo keeps his mouth shut when he doesn't need to talk. Despite that, Izumi tends to talk to him anyway whenever he's doing his job, and only responds with low hums or the nod of his head. Itaru is the lucky one and is able to maintain conversation with Sakyo due to their relation with one another. Some may find it surprising that when Sakyo loses his temper, he shouts real loud!

Patient. With how long he's been with Itaru, it's a wonder how he hasn't blown his top off. He lets things slide whenever someone messes up or whenever Itaru does a boo-boo, and even then, he keeps his temper under control when people are unreasonable themselves. The longest he had dealt with someone was probably around 2 hours, and they trashed his office in the meantime. He didn't order it, but Itaru broke the guy's fingers for him one by one.

Reliable. Sakyo is definitely someone you can depend on. He gets things done and he's able to keep you safe; it's what Izumi admires about him the most. He's the oldest of the group at 30, and takes it upon himself to care for the rest of them from any danger that's targeting them from the outside.

Austere. Along with responsibility comes stick up his ass Sakyo. He is strict when he needs to be, when his patience is running thin. He normally punishes Itaru and Tasuku whenever they're doing something stupid, but lets Izumi off the hook most of the time. Juza isn't his problem and lets Izumi dish out a punishment upon the youngest. If all four of them are being rowdy, he will put his foot down and make it very loud and clear that he isn't in the mood to fuck around.

Bit of a playboy. He's seen in one of the earlier chapters being unusually affectionate with Izumi despite only just meeting her. His attitude quickly snaps into something much colder a few minutes later, but the clear image of the docile girl leaning into the touch of his hand definitely warms up something inside of him. In another scene, he's chatting it up with some ladies at the local club Sakyo owns while the older man only watches in annoyance.

Loyal to the bone. He's been with Sakyo from the start, right beside him for a full 8 years ever since they fought and earned their way to the top of Yunliong. He is a bit rough around the edges when you first meet him, but once he warms up to you, he's protecting you with his life. Before Tasuku and Juza showed up, he was the one busy with watching Izumi when her bodyguards were occupied with something else. Sometimes he begs Sakyo to let him hang with her when he's bored.

Goofy and fucking lazy. Once you get past the cold exterior, Itaru's just a weird and lazy guy. Most of the time he's tasked with signing off papers that Sakyo has already read over and is required to go to meetings in the other blond's place. He absolutely hates it though and tries to avoid doing work whenever he can. His sense of humor is a bit weird too, so it's rare for someone to giggle along with him. Izumi loves it though.

The logic. When Sakyo's about to fall off the rails thanks to his patience running thin, Itaru takes charge and becomes the voice of logic and reason when in need of a plan. He's also a bit of Devil's Advocate, making sure everyone knows what they're thinking and saying and trying to let them know that their ideas suck balls.

Obnoxiously flirty, but only with Izumi. Gets on Itaru's nerves a lot because he's childhood friends with Izumi and is almost always seen taking care of her before Juza shows up. With how tight their relationship is, Tasuku always finds a random time to have his hand touching any part of Izumi he can reach and likes to give her kisses every now and then. His advances and flirtatious comments are normally brushed off by Izumi, but she does seem to enjoy his embrace whenever he offers himself up.

Wild card. I don't want to say Tasuku is crazy, but there is definitely something off about him. His mood switches depending on who he's interacting with, but most of the time he's with the group so his temper is subdued. Oddly enough, he always claims that he can feel his blood boiling whenever someone brings up Izumi's ex and friend, and when he fights' his terrifyingly playful.

Quite the thespian/trickster. He's great at masking his emotions and holding himself back when facing obstacles or people he doesn't like. He's good at reading between the lines and can adjust his expressions and moods to fit the atmosphere. Most people don't know he's toying with them until the last second and– crack. They're dead.

Morally grey & sadistic. Some things are only obtainable through bloodshed and death. Tasuku would do anything to keep his group safe, and he did. He was only 17 when he killed his first victim, but it was only because that victim was planning an uprising against the people he swore his life to. Those who are evil only deserve suffering and death; so he serves them both with a smile on his face.

Soft hearted. Even though he's quite the scary man, there is a small place in his heart where the group has resided in. They're his family, and have been for a long time. He may not be the best person to be around, but he tries to show his love and affection through all different means.

The youngest of the group at 20, he still acts like a kid around the other four when he's feeling particularly bratty or bored. He tends to get on the men's nerves more often than not with how close he is to Izumi, and he takes full advantage of it. He knows he's got it better than them! Yes, he's going to rub it in their faces! He's childish & petty like that because the men give back the same energy when he's around.

And surprise! He's an even bigger flirt than Itaru and Tasuku! Again, only with Izumi! She's the first woman he meets in a while after maybe a year of squatting here and there. With how Izumi easily takes him down and steps on him sets something off in Juza, and with a little more coaxing with Izumi's kindness later on, he's attached. He's clingy and absolutely cunning, having Izumi in his lap not even two hours later when they're back at the new hideout.

Obedient. Assigned as Izumi's pet by Sakyo, he listens to (almost) every command of hers. He stays by her side 24/7 despite the protests and complaints from Itaru and Tasuku and is constantly waiting for Izumi to give him the go to finally kill those two or something to shut them up. He's pretty docile though, when Izumi needs him to be, and doesn't talk unless he's told to.

Shameless. Yeah, so along with flirting with Izumi, he is not at all afraid of touching her inappropriately when in public. He's notorious within the gang for always having his hands on her waist or his face buried in her neck. They also sleep on the same bedroll and he clings onto her like a pillow. He's not afraid to show that he's attracted to her, and with his onslaught of advances, he eventually makes Izumi see him a bit differently.

Exhausted! Always! When he was first introduced in the story, he had just woken up from a nap when he held Izumi hostage at knife point. Juza loves napping and sleeping and takes every chance he gets to rest when there isn't serious things going down. He's still awfully dangerous when half asleep.

#i never finished this story but i love it so much #i loved the story & my ocs 🥺#kinda happy i changed it to a3! bc its fun #their personalities are quite different from the game dontcha think?#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! imagines #izumi tachibana #a3! actor training game #juza hyodo #sakyo furuichi #itaru chigasaki #tasuku takato #ser: mafia au

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Little Steve

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1644 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to the carnival when it comes into town and wins her a stuffed monkey.

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You and Bucky were inseparable.

In most ways, you always had been. From the moment you met on the playground in elementary school to this very second-almost a hundred years later.

You had always been polar opposites, much like him and Steve, who joined your jolly little twosome and turned it into the most legendary friendship ever. He was a calm, easy going guy with big dreams and a heart of gold, and you were every bit as sweet, with a sharp tongue and more anxiety than any other woman Bucky’d ever met.

He always joked that you would start fights, just so he could finish them and looking back on it, he’d been right.

You were untouchable and everyone in Brooklyn knew it, because Bucky had made sure of it. No one would bother you without fear of upsetting the guard dog that followed you.

...But it wasn’t all sticking up for you and barking threats at anyone who looked at you wrong.

In fact, Bucky was more sweet than brooding most of the time and his bark had always been worse than his bite. He wasn’t aggressive by nature but something about you brought it out of him.

It always had.

Still, whenever you had a free moment and you could think back to all those years ago, it was never that rough and tough soldier that came to mind.

No, when you thought about Bucky now, you found yourself going back to all those times when he’d make cheesy jokes at your expense or slobber kisses all over your face after too many drinks at the bar.

-Before he became the man you knew today.

Maybe you just missed the time before he was so troubled and plagued with guilt, or when the world was easy. For whatever reason, you couldn’t keep your mind away from the forties and the good ole’ days.

...No matter how strange it may have seemed.

One memory in particular had always been your favorite.

You were just kids at the time, with not a care in the world but that didn’t stop you from worrying about every little thing that you could. You worried that your socks didn’t perfectly match the ivory of your blouse, or that your curls wouldn’t stay in place.

You worried about everything, but somehow Bucky always seemed to come up with some silly way to take your mind off of it.

This time, you were worried about the school dance coming up over the weekend. They had never been much of a big deal, not really, but for the social scene at the time, they were huge.

It would be the talk of the school if you didn’t go, but you couldn’t very well go alone.

That would look even worse than just skipping it completely.

You were in the middle of expressing this to Bucky one day when he stopped you, leaning over to the passenger side of the car to place a finger to your lips.

“Y’know, that carnival’s in town...what do’ya say we go?”

It was off topic and as sour as you were about being interrupted, all that was quickly forgotten at the idea of the carnival. You, Bucky, and Steve had been talking about going for a week or so but hadn’t gotten around to it.

“What ‘bout Steve?” you wondered, thinking about the second man. You knew he would be upset if he found out you went without him and you didn’t want that.

However, Bucky only shrugged.

“We can go check it out first, then take him if it’s any good” he suggested, secretly hoping that you would agree just so he could take you with him. He loved Steve but sometimes he just liked spending time with you, alone.

There was silence for a moment as you thought over what he was proposing. It wasn’t too terrible an idea, considering that the carnival wouldn’t just pack up and leave after tonight.

There would be time to take Stevie if you really wanted to.

Finally, you nodded, fiddling with your gloves as Bucky started the car and headed off in that direction. You likely would have picked a hole into the thumb, had Bucky not taken your left hand in his own to keep you from messing.

This whole thing must have really been bothering you.

In all the time Bucky had known you, he’d never seen you so torn up about something and it bothered him. All those jerks that you went to school with didn’t know what they could have had.

They didn’t see how great of a girl you were, because they were too busy chasing skirts.

It was stupid.

“Just forget about the whole thing huh? We’ll have a good time” he suggested, speaking once you two made it to the fairgrounds. You nodded, it was going to be hard but you knew that Bucky was right.

Right now, all you needed to do was have a good time with your best guy.

That was all.

“So, where to first Princess?” he wondered, swinging your hand in his own as you walked. There were flashing lights and loud noises coming from every direction but you didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, you had this huge smile on your face that Bucky could have looked at forever.

“What about games?” you gushed, pointing over with your free hand to a series of booths, all filled to the brim with cheap, neon colored toys that would likely fall apart in a matter of hours.

...Not that anyone cared.

It was the fun of it, having a good time and having something to remember the memory by after it had passed.

“Sounds good” he allowed, leading you that way.

You did pretty well at first, hitting a few of the milk bottles with the red rubber ball but kept falling short. No matter what you did, you couldn’t knock down the last one and it was starting to frustrate you.

In fact, you got to the point where you were ready to just give up and get a funnel cake but Bucky wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Hold on now, Doll face, let me try” he suggested, taking the last ball from your hands. You briefly considered arguing but it couldn’t hurt to let him give it a go. You figured you’d only miss again anyway if you tried.

Almost unnecessarily, Bucky knocked all three bottles down on his first try, a laugh leaving his throat at the win.

He wasn’t even sure that he could do it, but when the carny handed him a big stuffed monkey with bright purple fur, it was all worth it. “For the lady” he teased, handing it to you with a goofy bow.

You were shocked at the little gift, but couldn’t help the little squeak of happiness that left your lips at the present.

It was probably nothing, and you didn’t want to look into it too much but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach when Bucky’s hand took yours again.

Bucky had given you gifts before, but something about this seemed different.

It made you feel weird.

“What are you gonna name him?” he wondered, watching the way you held the stuffed toy close to your body, as if someone would come snatch it from you at any moment.

It was adorable.

“Little Steve” you decided after a second, earning a hefty laugh from Bucky, who hadn’t been expecting that. “He’ll love that” he grinned, imagining the look on Steve’s face when he heard what you’d picked.

It was quite the name, to be fair.

“Alright so, about all this dance nonsense” he started, after about half an hour of aimlessly walking the fairgrounds. Bucky couldn’t get the whole thing out of his head, there had to be something he could do to make it better.

You nodded, not interrupting him as your oldest friend clearly wasn’t done with his thought.

“Why don’t I just take you?” he wondered, clearly it was the best option and in fact, he was kind of hurt that you didn’t ask.

Sure, he’d graduated from that stupid school a couple years ago but that was no reason for him not to go. That was the one drawback to becoming best friend with someone a bit older than you, when he graduated, you were all alone.

Still, you were shocked by his question.

It hadn’t even crossed your mind to ask him. “Usually couples go to those things Buck, I didn’t think you’d want to go with me” you shrugged, recalling how he’d went with Scarlet Hunt when he was in school, a girl he’d dated for a few months.

“Of course I’d go with you, I love you” he huffed, insulted at the comment. There was no one in his life that Bucky loved more than you and if you really insisted on going to the stupid dance, he’d never let you go alone.

It just wasn’t going to happen.

“You love me?” you questioned, not wanting to look into it too much. You knew that he probably didn’t mean it in the way that you were taking it, but you couldn’t help how your stomach flipped.

If there was ever anyone you loved, it was Bucky but you weren’t ready to hear it...were you?

There was no way he meant it like you were hoping he did.

“I love you” he repeated, bringing his right hand up to your cheek. It made you panic, though it wasn’t in the worst way, you just weren’t sure that your heart was going to keep beating.

It was only mildly concerning.

That being said though, you were in love with your best friend and apparently, your best friend was in love with you too.

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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JOHNNY’S FAMILY

a/n: here is the second part! i’ll do my best to make it so you don’t necessarily have to read taeil’s part, but i mean, i don’t mind if you go and do that ...

here’s a link to the entire masterlist! again, the only other part is taeil’s so far so i mean... y’all should check it out :)

JOHNNY SEO:

he has three kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, in that order. noah seo is the oldest son, 4 years later, leo seo was born, 5 years later (when noah was 9 and leo was 5), luna seo, the youngest and only girl, was born.

NOAH SEO: >> as a baby <<

oh man, a cutie cutie cutie

like everyone was heart eyes over him when he was born

the second he was in your arms and johnny’s arms, he let out the cutest eye smile

he started his flirting career young

for example

noah would give you and johnny smiles

but then he starts to make y’all work for it a little bit more

like you have to work really hard to make him smile (like jumping, dancing, singing your heart out)

and maybe he’ll give you a small smile

but the second a pretty lady walks by, noah is all smiles

you and johnny are like ???

bc you’re out here dancing until you collapse

and noah won’t give you the time of day

but a pretty person walks by and noah is suddenly all smiles?

just a huge flirt from the second he could smile

he was a pretty active baby

ig kinda normal? like cried, pooped, threw tantrums, he wasn’t too much of a headache

kinda just the “normal” amount tbh

but like if y’all are in public and he starts to cry

but another pretty person walks by

he’ll literally suck it up

and like just stop crying

you and johnny are just so confused whenever this happens

anyway

he was just such a pretty baby growing up?

nothing would phase him too much tbh

is really cuddly (especially with yoojin)

>> as a child <<

literally the pretty boy of the class

grade wise? not good, not bad

just enough to pass, but not make anyone nervous lol

all of the girls think he’s so attractive

it all started in this stage

he’s really friendly and pretty kind

but

the second someone hurts one of his friends?

oh no

his other side comes out and it’s v v scary

like if someone was bullying moon yoojin, taeil’s oldest daughter

good luck

he flirts with anyone and everyone

he was born to flirt

he’s best friends with ten’s oldest son, kasem leechaiyapornkul (kaleb) (they’re born the same year)

when they’re together, they’re just like their dads

like from the second they started hanging out together, they started acting like their fathers when they would hang out together

it was weird dude

like genetics is crazy

they both can speak english and like refuse to talk to each other in anything other than english

kaleb teaches noah thai while noah teaches kaleb korean

they’re chemistry together is just so good

like they’re just crackheads vibing together

everyone knew that he would become a model when he grows up

at this stage, he doesn’t really want to be a model

he like wants to be a soccer player or something idk

but subtly, he always knew that he wanted to be a model

oh yeah, he was kinda a late bloomer in height terms

but like one summer later?

he suddenly grows like really really really tall?

and his voice gets really deep?

and everyone is so confused again

from that growth spurt, he just doesn’t stop growing

he’s not the type of guy that like if you ask “how tall are you?”

and he’ll say “180 cm but i’m still growing.”

nono

he’ll say “honestly i have no idea ? my mom knows i think…”

and he’s the type to like make a guess but he’s completely wrong

like “uhh I think I’m like 160 cm? idk…”

and you’re like “noah, my darling son, you are off by 20 cm….” (this is him entering his teen years but it makes sense to put this much in here)

he’s goofy and lovable (a little too lovable…)

>> as a teen/adult <<

still… a flirt.

even now, he’s still growing

he’s honestly like

just so handsome?

like all of the guys in the group look up to him

literally, he’s taller than his dad

like a good couple cm taller than his dad

he’s the oldest in the group so they all do look up to him

he’s pretty calm like taeil’s son, moon seojoon, but can be crazy and have fun when needed

he just gives off the high class vibes

he doesn’t mind, he does it because it’s just who he is

honestly, doesn’t have too many girlfriends in this stage because so many people just assume that he’s already dating someone or that he’s with yoojin

he is SUPER ULTRA PROTECTIVE of his baby sister, luna

and all of the rest of the babies of the group

he’s the tallest of the group so if anyone is scared in anyway, they go to him

and he’s not even like just skinny either

he’s BUFF bc he starts out his model career now

he still is very active and he loves to go to the gym

so like he’s kinda happy that he gets to do both of the things he loves/wanted to do

he’s just so handsome dude

like literally everyone wants him to model for their company

but he just signs off as an independent because yoojin advised him too

and he’s making so much bank this way

yoojin helped him out with getting a manager and stuff and then after he was sitting pretty, he was able to figure stuff out on his own

this is when he realized that yoojin liked him back lol

and he said full send

he shot his shot and it worked

really understands the model game well

like whenever he goes to do shows, people are always asking him for advice

to which his advice is either jokingly saying “honestly, just use the face you got. mine is already godly so i’m good”

or he’ll say crap like “i just think of food or like something i want right now and my emotions just through my face i guess? i’m not sure just think about things that make you happy.”

he’s really busy like all of the time

he tries to be like yoojin and make it to everything, but he has a hard time because he’s so busy

he is aware with what’s going on with everyone tho

if anyone needs advice, they know to come to him

he’s the best big brother of the group

he’s such a good, and handsome dude

LEO SEO: >> as a baby <<

he was a little bit on the dramatic side

like if he was remotely hungry, he’d cry

if all he wants is for you to pick up something he dropped, he’d cry

kinda cried a lot

sometimes, even if he was happy, he’d cry

just to establish his dominance in this family

he’d start crying and you and johnny are like

“we literally just fed you and we’ve been playing with you for the past hour, what’s wrong?”

and when y’all got a little frustrated, he’d just stop crying and start laughing

it’s almost as if he knew that he was pulling a prank on y’all or kinda just showing you his acting skills at an early age (he becomes an actor when he grows up)

he also was a really handsome fella growing up

like he was a really really really cute baby

if he wasn’t practicing his acting skills early on, he was playing with his brother

honestly, noah was really bad at playing with baby leo

noah was like “why can’t leo run yet?”

johnny’s like, “noah... leo can’t even lift his head on his own yet...”

leo loved his brother as a baby tho

whenever noah would come home from school, baby leo would be so freaking happy

honestly, leo was just another baby, just vibing as a baby, and loved to keep you and johnny on your toes

>> as a child <<

this is when he realized he wanted to be an actor

i swear, naming him leo was just a coincidence

he knew from the start that acting his what he wanted to do

any school play, he would get the lead

the second he learned how to read, he was reading scripts and plays and musicals

he loves watching movies and dramas with you and johnny from the start

he would want to start learning new languages at this age for the soul purpose of building his portfolio when he got older

you and johnny are like so shocked that he found out his calling at such a young age

and you guys think it’s a phase at first, but it’s really, really, really not

he sticks with it

he’s like his brother in which girls thinks he’s so cute

girls flirt with him too, but he just dramatically rejects them and they kinda get annoyed lol

best friends with jaemin’s twins, na jaeseok and jaehun (the twins are a week older than leo)

jaeseok and jaehun both want to get into acting/dancing too, so all of them just vibe together

they are all so talented, even from a young age

like it’s crazy

leo is like the leader of their group

but the twins still get lead roles too

like if leo doesn’t get the main role, one of the twins will

and it’s not competitive or negative between any of them at all

they all agree that they could get better

just positive vibes between these boys

>> as a teen/adult <<

he was scouted as soon as possible

he wanted to wait for his buddies tho

they got scouted soon tho, dw

they all go the same entertainment company because the actor boys unite

honestly a really scary group when they’re all together

they learned all of their manners from noah

they learned how to be crazy from kaleb

leo is a triple threat tho

he can act, he can sing, and he can dance

he learns how to dance with taeyong’s oldest son, lee youngchul

he already knew he could sing, but he does it more for fun

they have him sing for a role and everyone is like ??? what can’t you do?

oh, i can answer that for you lol

he cannot play sports

he can do gym stuff really well and like can do cardio and stuff really easily

but like

have him play soccer? oh no

he is pretty clumsy too

like on set, everyone has multiple sets of props because he always breaks stuff

don’t worry, he’s very apologetic about it

oh yeah, he’s also really tall

like not as tall as noah but taller than his dad

he is not like your pish posh actor

he’s like noah in the aspects that he loves to help people and he gives them bad advice from time to time

he’s such a good actor that they even send him to the states to act in several different movies

he’s so thankful that you taught him english while he was growing up

even tho he acts in western movies, he still prefers to act in dramas and korean movies

america falls in love with him tho

like an insanely handsome boy, who can sing, dance, and act?

oh and his brother is really hot too?

OH AND HIS SISTER IS A FREAKING GIRL GROUP IDOL

OH AND HIS DAD IS JOHNNY FREAKING SEO? LIKE LEO, YOU’RE SET

don’t think that he doesn’t develop his own self image

like he makes a name for himself

in the states/west, everyone learns leo first then learns the rest of his family

oh, just like noah, he’s ultra protective of his little sister

like when interviewers are like “so we hear you have a little sister?”

and he’s like “yes i do and yes she is single and she will remain that way until she is married.”

the audience always laughs when he says that and obviously he’s just trying to convey that he’s super ultra protective of his little sister

leo is just a really talented actor boy who lives up to his name.

LUNA SEO: >> as a baby <<

cute™

she is apart of the groups cute squad

she also is one of the princesses of the group

she’s been a daddy’s girl ever since the start

like johnny was really good at calming her down

don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that she didn’t love you

she just really wanted to be held by johnny

all of her uncles adored her for her adorable face

she had chubby little cheeks that anyone and everyone adored

she was definitely not angelic

she still gave you and johnny plenty of headaches

she cried a lot, but not as much as leo

at least, with luna, you guys knew how to calm her down

and she wouldn’t cry just to spite you guys lol

anyway

she was a very happy baby with the chubbiest cheeks

the whole family would do anything to make her smile because she was so gosh darn cute

like she was invited to do child modeling at stuff like that

which you guys did for simple things, but for major things like horror movies, you guys would never agree

you wanted her to have a good childhood and to like, not be demon possessed

she grew up well loved by her older brothers

they were so protective of her and even took care of her every need when necessary

like if you were busy cooking dinner or like doing some work and johnny was away at practice or at work, noah and leo would work together to take care of her

like noah would go and change her diaper while leo would go and get the wipes and do his best to get out the stuff to make formula ready

noah even knew what the temperature is suppose to be

she had a good babyhood and had her older brothers there to catch her when she falls

>> as a child <<

she still kept the happy vibes

like if i had to associate her with a color

it would be yellow

her favorite color is yellow

she’s best friends with taeyong’s youngest daughter, lee youngmi, and ten’s youngest daughter, amarin leechaipornkul (aria)

they all give off sunshine vibes together it’s just so cute

they like spread so much love and positivity, it’s just so much fun

the three of them are honestly like the powerpuff girls

like luna is like blossom

youngmi is like buttercup

while aria is like bubbles

their ages match up too lol

but as buttercup, luna is like the leader

she, like he brothers, is super talented with a lot of things

she realizes that she wants to be an idol like her dad

she doesn’t even want a major role like the lead singer or anything like that

she really just wants to be a visual

she’s already naturally good at dancing but she learns how to dance from youngchul around the same time that leo learned how to dance

she is pretty active

like she would RUN

just cause

when she was with her group tho? oh man

if only one dad was taking care of the three of them, it’s over

they’ll be so chaotic and everywhere

she is also obsessed with sweets

like cakes, candies, cookies, everything

when she’s with her brothers and dad, they’ll spend all of their money to buy her sweets

she’ll eat so much, then go and run, then throw up, then want to eat more sweets

she’s like pac-man but for sweets

you always dress her up in pretty outfits because it fits her vibe

she loves that you dress her up like that and she never really complains about any of the outfits you put her in

she loves to be held by her dad and her brothers because they’re all so tall and she wants to be tall by association

she’s spoiled, but it’s just because she’s so loved

>> as a teen/adult <<

her vibes didn’t change at all

she’s still sunshine and she’s still obsessed with sweets

she didn’t grow super tall like her brothers

like in comparisons to the giants of your children

luna is surprisingly really short

she doesn’t let that stop her tho!

like a lot of the things in your house are set to the top of the cupboards so it’s easier for the tall boys to reach

but if luna wants something from there, she’ll take care of it herself even if one of her brothers is in the kitchen and can easily do it themselves

she actually gets into a girl group and she does pretty well!

in her group, she’s the sunshine

like she’s probably not the maknae of the group

she takes good care of her younger members

but when everyone sees her with her older brothers

everyone is like

luna? she baby

she thinks taeil’s oldest, moon yoojin, is like the coolest person in the whole world

like she’s pretty close with yoojin

she honestly just wants to learn the most about yoojin and how she handles life

luna honestly is a self care goddess too

she’s like “y’know, the company wants me to lose weight, i said ‘yeah, i could lose some of the weight of the company that i’m carrying’.” *proceeds to eat 3 different bowls of ramen at once*

she doesn’t give a freak about the idol standards

she can take care of herself and she knew from the start that the company needs her more than she needs them

she releases skin care videos and all that

(she learns most of her skin care stuff from her uncle jaehyun)

and her skin is as clear as a summer sky in the great state of california

she’s so good with fans too

like she holds eye contact with them and everything

she isn’t that into aegyo because she just laughs everything off

she can be pretty sassy with her comments that she makes

especially with her brothers

she’s super sassy towards them

but they still protect her

she’s just a happy positive idol who is well loved by her family, friends, and her fans.

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johnny’s family just feels like a hella fun vibe tbh

i hope you guys liked it! taeyong’s babies are next!

- amy <3

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plusultratm · 3 years

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NSFW Headcanons [ Drink you Sober playing in the distance ]

Waiting for promps? Not in this neighborhood, we got no chill. Rosario’s got no chill, and The Pink Lady wanting some featuring time in y’all’s dashboard, so here they are... Never mind that they’re late, they’re here. Things might be elaborated on later on, cheers.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rosario enjoys being affectionate whenever possible; aka when she’s slept with someone she cares about, or that she feels would like it. She can usually tell through the time spent in the act, and she’ll deliver without them having to ask. If her partner falls asleep, she might feel inclined to rest by their side, help along with their slumber by running her fingers through their hair or along their sides, humming softly, and of course allow them to cuddle up to her and hold her.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves her chest. She wasn’t as big of a fan when she was younger but she has come to like it a lot. Her clothes aren’t too revealing but it’s clear she knows it’s one of her best assets and she’s not embarrassed by it. In her partners she enjoys hands a lot. Had her husband, Yuudai, not had nice hands to her standards, perhaps they wouldn’t have dated, and that might seem arbitrary to some but hands tell Rosario all she needs to know about anyone who potentially hopes to enter her life.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When I say she’ll take it, I mean she’ll take it :). Safe sex takes a priority in her life, however, so she’ll only do that within committed relationships; which... hasn’t really happened since Yuudai’s passing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not sure how big of a dirty secret this could be but in her relationship with her husband she was always, exclusively, the submissive half of their dynamic. Not to say she didn’t enjoy it, she did, she likes it and will more often than not choose that for herself, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to do differently... at some point.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Rosario definitely knows what she’s doing, having spent a few years married to a pro hero and having seen some more people down the line, she’s had her fair share of experience. Her marriage was certainly not a boring one, and despite the amount of work each of them had, they hardly ever spent much time apart. Yuudai and her lived to have each other on edge and she’s tried to keep that in consideration for new partners. All sex is a give and take situation, even if sometimes she people she is with don’t seem to know that themselves. She normally goes for people who are older than her.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary. Good ole’ missionary. For no other reason than being able to see and be seen, not to mention everything is within reach, and she very well likes feeling her partner’s weight and shape pressing her down against whatever surface they’re currently in. Similarly, she’s into the cowgirl position as well. Basically anything that makes her feel like things are deeper than they actually could be. She cheats herself most every time she sleeps with someone, unless she expresses otherwise; more than anything with friends.

Nothing like sex to strengthen the bond, eh?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She used to be a lot more humorous and open to goofiness when she was married. Now, however, she sees sex as a pretty serious affair. After all, the way she sees it there should be no space for anything to go wrong; this isn’t someone she’s seeing frequently, after all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet very much matches the drapes (even the rest of her body hair has a peach tint to it ). For her own comfort she keeps the area trimmed short. She’s shaped it in the past but doesn’t feel particularly strongly about it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

No matter whether she’s taking the dominant or the submissive role, Rosario is affectionate throughout. She enjoys feeling the other person’s closeness, so whatever is happening, she tries to make sure they don’t pull away too far from her. Rosario is either always wrapping her legs or her arms around them, making sure not to break eye or physical contact. She’s found it doesn’t feel as pleasurable if not everything from the other person is invested. Sure! It doesn’t have to carry a romantic intent, but she wants to feel wanted, since, as far as she knows, it’s what she does for whoever she’s with at the moment.

It’s a matter of her being all over them and wanting them to be all over her in return.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She’s more likely to do it if her partner or significant other are in near proximity. She’s a huge tease, so this plays part of that as well. Big fan of the “You can watch, but you can’t touch” approach.

It’s not to say she won’t do it just for the sake of it; she will if she needs to let out some steam (which will happen, inevitably; her job isn’t the easiest), but she prefers having company over if the need arises.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Clothed sex. Dirty talking. Roughness. Possessiveness. Daddy kink. Mommy kink.

* clearing throat *

This woman is a switch, or rather she’s experimenting with it and liking it so far, in case that wasn’t clear enough already.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Number one and general answer. would be the comfort of her own home or her partner’s place. Most of the time she’s big on privacy and is only interested in sharing the moment with her current person without fearing. That being established, Rosario doesn’t really mind: Beds, walls, floors, carpets, counters, chairs, couches, sofas, she’s game for wherever she lands on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Stress, basically. A rough hand if you will. There’s another side to it, when the itch is not as itchy, with whispering, small touches, barely caresses, being spoken to really softly, close proximity; as in when she’s somewhere talking to someone and without even noticing the space between them has closed off by how attracted they are to one another. She’s always too happy to entertain the chemistry when it feels right.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Weird positions that the other person clearly pulled out of a porno are a no. Anything she’s previously said no to being tried again are a no. Backdoor *ehem* sex is a no. Certain bodily fluids are also a no.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both, she enjoys doing both. She’ll gladly do it for a little while, because she likes it and she wants to make sure her partner’s having a good time, not just getting herself off. She highly dislikes having someone trying to push her head down as if trying to coax he into it; she’ll do it if she feels like it, but that’s one way to ensure she won’t want to do it. Congrats, you played yourself.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Who is she with and where is she?, Can she take her time with what she’s doing until they’ve been edging themselves for God knows how long?, Has she been mad at this person, have they done something good, something bad?

What exactly went down before the do came to be to influence her decision? Hell, sometimes it might not be a conscious decision, but let’s just say she has no blatant preference. Circumstances will tell.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Heat of the moment is her preference. In any other moment, even if tension is palpable, but nothing has happened as a potential trigger, she prefers to save it for a more proper setting, if that makes sense. She’s only ever had quickies with people she couldn’t stand at first.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Her entire job and career path involves her thinking outside of the box and taking risks. Of course she’s happy to experiment in her intimate life, as well. Most of the time she’s doing stuff she’s feeling curious about, but if someone asks, and she’s in a proper enough mood, more often times than not, she’ll be game to try things out. And... if only because it feels fair and she always wants to make sure before she agrees or fully rejects something, she’ll try everything twice.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rosario enjoys going for a few rounds, more than two, whenever possible. She won’t hold it against the person she’s with if they’re not capable.

Meeting other people taught her just how different everyone can be, so she’s not about to judge someone over something as fundamentally intimate such a sexual habits, prowess, or openness. Physical intimacy is offering oneself in the most vulnerable of ways possible, why make it unpleasant?

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rosario has been a widow who lives all on her own for quite some time now. On top of that, she sometimes doesn’t feel like calling one of her friends or going out for that matter.

Of course this woman owns toys. Not all of them were obtained due to being a widow, however.

Back when she worked at home in her own workshop she had plenty of time to call her husband while he was on breaks... it made for an interesting part of her teasing rituals, which were extensive sometimes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. When her husband was still around the teasing wasn’t for an immediate thing, no, it usually lasted for days, and it usually went unnoticed by others. WHY YES, Rosario loved teasing Yuudai until the inevitable happened; which usually involved her being a brat and feigning not wanting him for a good minute before they ended... wherever they landed at the time.

As a single woman she still enjoys being a tease but the game will obviously not take as long if she’s looking for a one night stand. She has a few somewhat steady partners with whom she can play into what she enjoys the most, but she doesn’t see them often.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rosario is usually not a loud lover; whimpers, small and contained moans, panting, little squeals of encouragement or her partner’s name will come through but no screaming or crying put from her.

Notice how I said usually.

With more out there partners that are demanding she will comply to whatever they ask of her; mainly because if she’s lucky she won’t have any other choice but to obey.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Underwear. Obvious answer, but I could’ve said she went commando 👀 .

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rather high. Depends on several things, but it usually peaks during stressful times. She’ll deal with complaints or having to work extra hours on something she can’t figure out right away and she’ll suddenly get the pang that she needs it. As a single woman she’s had no problems getting partners to try and scratch that itch, but it’s needless to say it’s not as easy to find someone who will properly satisfy said need.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She doesn’t immediately fall asleep, it takes a little while, about ten to fifteen minutes before she finally does. Depending on the person she might just get up, clean up and leave.

This also depends on how long they spent in the lovey dovey, but in general she’s not a fast sleeper.

#『 ❛ 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐈 ❜ 《 ☆ 》 rosario ⤿ headcanons 』#『 ❛ 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐈 ❜ 《 ☆ 》 rosario 』#Here. Take this.

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hol-whore · 4 years

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erina pendleton x fem!reader -- poetry, ch. 2 : story

You and Erina break some very, very thin barriers.

notes: again, link is to ao3! this is uhh,,, little bit hurt/comforty i suppose, erina and you spend quality time together, and.... a confession! whaddya know. that’s crazy.

You haven’t spoken much to Erina in days.

After her sudden request to “give back” to you and your subsequent realization of your emotions (and, quite possibly, her emotions), you had frozen up completely, unable to utter a word to her. She ended up hurrying off on her own, back to her chambers and locking herself in.

Lady Erina hadn’t asked you to stay with her once since then.

It kinda stung, really.

You even offered, a few times, only to be met with silence.

Anytime you see her, she’s thumbing through the poetry book you’d gotten her, mouthing the words she read under her breath and furrowing her brow. You’d seen her crying a couple times, but reaching out to her did nothing.

She seemed so frustrated over something, and you had your suspicions, but not ones you could bring yourself to ask her about.

2 days pass.

3 days.

4 days.

After 5 days of almost pure silence, Erina smiles at you and says thanks after you dress her and make her bed that morning.

She calls for you at lunch, and when you open the door to her chamber, she looks like a new woman. Her skin is so bright and flush with color, a wonderful pale yellow dress adorned in bows and such hanging on her as if she were born wearing it. She smiles at you, holding up a wicker basket and an old bedsheet.

“Come, maid, it’s lovely out.” she pleads, offering you the sheet, “I had the cook prepare light sandwiches and fruits, like we did when we were younger.”

“Milady…? Is everything okay?”

She meets your question with a playfully-hurt expression, pouting a little. “It’s just been so long, and it’s so warm. I need to get out of this stuffy old room.”

That was the truth.

You take the sheet under your arm and Erina smiles, then leads the way out of the manor.

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The old, gnarled tree you usually shared your picnics at is abundant with life, and it’s incredibly refreshing. Ivy curls up the trunk and wildflowers bloom all around the meadow; you and Erina marvel at their simple beauty, pointing out your favorites. Erina insists on braiding them into your hair, and you retaliate by sticking some behind her ear. Birds chatter above you, telling their stories to the wind as the two of you relish in each other's company, talking about everything and yet nothing.

Erina lays your head in her lap, gorgeous blue eyes watching you fondly as you -- lovingly as possible -- gossip about the other maids, and discuss your plans to surprise the cook with a new knife set for her birthday. Her hands thread through your hair now and then, brushing it back in place when the wind picks up. You feel like pudding, settled so close to her like this.

The afternoon continues even past your lunch being finished, the two of you laughing and joking as if nothing had happened.

But of course, something had happened.

You finally sit up, turning towards her while you catch your breath from laughing too hard (Erina could mimic her father’s old butler perfectly). You clear your throat and find the courage to reach for her hands. She looks at you as her laughter dies, something like worry and excitement filling her eyes, and squeezes your hands gently.

“Milady, I...I was worried about you. I hated seeing you so miserable, and it felt like you’d be like that forever.” You swallow hard and suddenly realize your hands are shaking.

Tell her, cries the voice in your heart, tell her you love her more than anyone ever will. Tell her you love her as the flowers love the sun and the birds love the wind.

You don’t, of course.

Your heart picks up as you continue, unable to stop yourself. “I-I thought I was going to have to go the rest of my days not seeing you as yourself anymore, or staying by your chair as you read, or hearing your laugh -- oh, your laugh…”

You’re crying a bit, now, and Erina holds your hand tighter in hers. She scoots forward some, gently raising your hand in hers to her cheek, then presses her forehead to yours and sighs shakily.

“Dear heart, I couldn’t bear to do that to you. To myself.” She sniffs, and hesitates for a moment before pressing a chaste kiss to the sweating palm of your hand. Her lips are so, so warm, her cheeks are wet with tears, and when she pulls away her eyes are puffy and red.

And yet, she’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You can only stare at her, awestruck, and Erina giggles softly through faint tears. She casts her eyes to the side and brushes loose hair behind her ears.

“I’m sorry. For worrying you and about the other day. I don't know what got into me, but… well, I would be lying if I said I didn't mean it. And a good lady never lies. You’ve been so good to me, always doing more than expected and offering a listening ear, and I owe you so much.”

“Mi-” you pause, remembering her words, then start over. “Lady Erina, most of my services are employed. You don't owe me a thing, really.” You bite your lip and steel yourself a little. “Though, I suppose if it means that much to you, I can’t quite say no.” That feels too forward, insists your nerves. “Just this once.”

Well. You were not a ‘good lady’; “Just this once” was a lie. Deep in your heart, you almost wish Erina could bathe you anytime. It just felt slightly less wrong, now.

Erina looks overjoyed to hear just her name from your mouth. She grins wide, her eyes lighting up and her cheeks flushed red. She looks around briefly, then takes off one of her gloves, pushes her thumb into a patch of dirt by the sheet, and smears it onto your cheek before you can stop her.

“Oops. Bath time, then?” she giggles, her delighted grin now more coy and smug, and you can’t really be mad at that. You roll your eyes, rub your fingers in the same patch, then hold her face in your hand and smudge the dirt down her cheek.

“I suppose we must; look at you, Lady Erina, such a mess.” you tease, feigning disappointment. Erina laughs like a bell and gives you a playful slap on the wrist, then stands to dust off her dress. She helps you to your feet, a goofy grin on her face as both clean up your picnic.

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Erina is the first to be washed up; with you so familiar with her routine, it takes no time at all.

When it comes your time to bathe, you suddenly have to fight your heart out of your throat as you realize the reality of what’s happening. She offers you a small smile and gently turns you around, delicate hands working your dress off your body.

When she said she wanted to give back, she meant every step.

It doesn't take long, of course; your simple dresses aren't as robust as Erina’s gowns sometimes are. But Erina still takes her time with it, and sets every layer down as gently as you would treat hers.

The water is fresh and hot as you lower yourself in, resting your back against the wall of porcelain and sighing. Erina hums something under her breath as she stirs the water around. It feels weird being so exposed around her, but she seems completely unfazed, if a little bit flustered once in a while.

You catch her staring, on occasion. Something tells you you should feel violated or something; but the gentle adoration plain on her face is too comforting and warm. You feel more at ease than you expected and, if you were being honest, you were glad it was her getting to see you so vulnerable.

Erina passes the time reading to you and making conversation as if nothing else mattered. It all feels so natural, so right, just the two of you in your own privacy. Almost like you belong together this way. And when you run out of talking points and lose interest in the books and she asks to wash you, you decide her hands even belong on you.

They sweep over your shoulders and down your back with ease, first bare, then with a soft rag. She takes extra care wiping the dirt from your face when you turn around, dabbing under your eyes, brushing her thumb across your lips. Her eyes flutter shut as she presses a kiss to your forehead, completely unprompted, and she’s delighted when she sees you smiling up at her instead of looking scared or hurt.

She brings her rag across your sternum, rubbing gently, and her hands falter a bit when she touches your breast and stomach. Her face is flushed deeply when you look up at her, and she clears her throat awkwardly before continuing.

She doesn't wash past your hips -- you rarely did for her, after all, -- but she does go so far as to wash your feet, something you figured she’d find to be way beneath her, even with her humility.

When she washes your hair, you swear you could fall asleep. Her hands work your scalp, gentle yet firm, and something about the feeling puts your heart at such an ease that you aren't quite sure you’ve felt in years. All you can do is sigh and lean into it, and Erina laughs quietly.

“You’re lovely, dear. Is this not the best feeling, being cared for? Do you see how I feel with you?” she mutters, pressing a kiss to your back and rinsing shampoo from her hands. Your heart aches at that, deeply, and you can only muster a nod. Erina takes her time washing the froth from your hair, and only after she’s completely certain it's thoroughly rinsed does she help you out of the tub. She hands you a towel and smiles warmly, letting you dry yourself as she picks up the books you two had been discussing and takes them back to her room.

You sit on the stool, absently patting water from your body and stewing in your thoughts. As scary as it would probably be --- though you doubted she would react negatively, at this point --- you wanted to confess so badly. Years of being by her side had made your heart so soft over her, but you’d not realized the words for it till that day she’d shut herself away.

All the kisses on your head and shoulders, something you’d only seen couples and sisters and friends do, made you that much more convinced you needed to tell her.

But how?

Erina knocks once on the bathroom door, and you hurriedly dress yourself before letting her in. She looks exasperated and apologetic, a clean pair of gloves and a soft blue dress adorning her body. She sighs, handing you a small slip of paper and pouting a little.

“Father’s sent a carriage this way; there’s some surprise dinner he wants to take me out for.” she mutters rather quickly, “I had no idea it was already 4:30…Oh, I love him, but I do wish he’d communicate better. I’ll not be gone long, but here’s a couple things that I need done.” She stops a moment, then offers a small smile. “We’ll spend time together tonight, yes? Tea and more reading?”

And as soon as you nod, Erina is off.

You peek at the note; it’s nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual clean-up, until you notice “page 124” scrawled hastily along the bottom. There’s no title, but you immediately have a feeling you know where to look.

A slight panic rises in your heart, and you decide that looking now would interrupt your focus while cleaning. You make a mental note to look in the poetry book while cleaning her room, later, then set to work with your other duties.

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You do not, in fact, remember to look for the page she’d noted. You mind gets too full of distracting yourself, of hard work, and as soon as you settle in to your quarters to rest your eyes, you fall fast asleep.

It’s 8:23 when one of the other maids comes around, touching your shoulder gently and rousing you from your slumber.

“Miss,” she starts shyly, a frail smile on her face, “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt your rest, but Lady Erina’s requested your presence in her chamber.”

Hazily, you recount the evening and realize with a heavy heart that, while you had gotten most of your work done, you’d forgotten to clean her room.

And therefore, had forgotten to read whatever note she’d left for you.

You all but jump to your feet, thanking her quietly and tidying your appearance in the mirror before hurrying to Erina’s room and knocking on the door gently. She greets you warmly, beckoning you in and closing the door tightly behind you before gesturing to the small table and pair of large chairs you two always read in. They’re facing each other, which is new, and there’s only one book; Erina looks anxious as she sits herself down on the edge of the table (This also catches you thoroughly off-guard, but you say nothing) and makes a motion to your usual chair.

Your heart races, unsure of what to say at first, then you give her an uncomfortable frown and sigh as you sit.

“Sincere apologies, Milady, I. I fell asleep. Before I had the chance to clean in here, a-and I saw you left a page number for me to look at, presumably, but it slipped my mind and-”

Erina laughs somewhat at that, clearly anxious.

“There, there. I… I think I don’t mind explaining it myself anyway.” she practically whispers, picking up the book and opening to the near-back.

“While I was finishing this collection, I read something in the commentaries from the contributors that made a little too much sense. It…made me think of myself, and of all the books you've brought me, and of you. And I thought at first that, perhaps, these were the words of one of the male contributors; there was only a last name, after all. But after carefully looking at the poems by this person, it was fairly clear she was a woman.” Erina clears her throat nervously, and casts you a frail glance.

“Would you like to hear it?”

You hear your heart in your ears as you nod.

Erina takes a deep breath, then quotes the text softly, “‘I love and only love the fairer sex and thus beloved by them in turn, my heart revolts from any other love than theirs.’” She meets your eyes, then closes the book and leans forward, taking your hands. Her hands are sweating, shaking just a little, and she breathes deep.

“She loved women, darling, and I… I think I do too. And I think I love you. I didn't know what to feel after I read it, and I was afraid. I didn't want to scare you off. But I remembered our history so fondly, and all the books you and I shared with women who loved, and I feel like they loved more deeply than people think.”

Erina pulls you forward, closing the small space between you both, and presses her forehead to yours as she did earlier. “I am in love with you, my treasure. I don’t want you as a maid, working yourself to the bone because you must. I want you, wholly and truly. I want you as dear Jonathan and Robert have each other. I want your hands in mine, always, and I want you by my side through life as a partner, and I want you in my bed at night so I never have to feel alone.”

You’re speechless --- any plans you’d even considered that involved confessing your feelings deflated, replaced by relief and raw emotion unlike anything you’ve ever felt. You feel tears fall from her face onto your hands, and you pull away to wipe them from her cheeks. And despite your shock, you know exactly what to say.

“I love you too, Erina.”

There’s only a brief moment of stillness between you before Erina leans in and presses a soft kiss to your mouth. The world feels like it melts away around you, and you kiss her back, cupping her face with one hand and smiling against her lips. It’s not unlike a dance, one of you pulling away to breathe then the other bringing you together again. You don't know how much time passes before she pulls back for good. She sighs and looks at you through lidded eyes, her hand coming to stroke your cheek lovingly..

“Stay tonight, my darling. It is so cold in this lonely bed…” she mutters, hands clutching yours as if you would disappear if she didn’t.

And, as usual, you wouldn't refuse an order from your Lady.

#oh look the next part #erina pendleton #erina pendleton x reader #jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #selfship #my writing

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recklessrex · 4 years

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Jellicle-ho did this and now I also want to rank my favorite Cats. So I wrote this instead of writing about Sullivan.

Long Post Warning

To start with I don't hate/dislike any of them. The ones toward the bottom of the list tend to be ones I just think about less often, or don't feel like I connect to as well. Based on 1998 for simplicity's sake.

1) Munkustrap

My baby. Munk's always been my favorite from the very start. It's not just the hero thing, it's not just that Michael Gruber's a handsome mf, it's how he interacts with the others. He's so loving and protective, but at the same time so done with everyone's bullshit (when bullshittery occurs). And then there's the underlying anxiety issues we're all pretty sure he deals with that makes me just want to hug him. He just so clearly wants everyone to be happy and safe. It melts my heart how much joy he gets from seeing his tribe happy. Watch when Deuteronomy shows up in 1998, after he greets him himself (before which he steps aside so others can greet him first cuz he's a sweetheart), he spends most of the walk to the stairs soaking in how happy all the others are and being utterly overjoyed. Add to that his deep, devoted love for his father and how diligently he looks after him, his clear affection for his little brother Tugger despite being more done with his bullshit than anyone else's (Tugger don't touch the bagpip. Tugger no), his strong, tender bond with Alonzo and how smoothly they work together in a crisis, and his sometimes subtle, sometimes not-so-subtle crush on Demeter (notice that she's the only one other than Alonzo that HE approaches right before the Gumbie Cat and the only one he uses both hands to reach out to during that). Also his snark and sass, when he lets it out, is an utter joy. And I love the way he can assert his dominance with just a glance if the situation calls for it (watch him with Cassandra in Grizabella's first scene), but still rarely ever pulls rank like that. Overall he's a really fun character to watch for me, as well as to think about and (if I get around to it) write about.

2) Demeter

My other baby. (I'm so happy my two babies love each other). She's such a complex character. Her backstory of abuse and her current dealings with PTSD as a result are only the jumping off point. I love her moments of bravery, like jumping on Mac to protect the tribe despite everything she's been through. Courage isn't about not being afraid, it's about doing what needs to be done despite your fears. She's the most courageous member of the tribe and I love her so much. As for her relationships with the others, she has a much less subtle crush on Munk than he does on her, but she's so shy about it (and he's so damn polite) I doubt they'd ever get off the ground without a little help. She's so adorable in the way she looks at him, in 1998 she has a particular smile different from her other smiles that seems to be just for him. I also love her connection with Bomba, I feel like if she and Munk ever got off the ground it would be with Bomba's encouragement. Bomba is always there to hold her up when she feels small. While Munk makes her feel safe, Bomba makes her feel strong. So this is why Demelustrap is my OT3 thank you for coming to my TED talk.

3) Mungojerrie

Acts like a dumbass, is actually a genius. (Fight me). I love characters like this. Contradictions. Like brave strong Munk who is actually more emotionally vulnerable than he lets on, or nervous timid Demeter who bravely confronted the person she fears most. Mungo seems fundamentally clueless in most situations but I think he's just a carefree goofball, at least when the stakes are low. He and Teazer are both clever enough to get away with all sorts of mischief, and I don't think it's a "Teazer is the smart one" situation. I mean Teazer is probably smarter, but they need smarts on both sides. I also love how smoothly they work together as a team. Mungo ranks higher for those adorable "clueless" moments and for being a lovable goof.

4) Rumpleteazer

Acts like a bimbo, is actually a genius. To a lesser extent than Mungo in that she acts way less clueless than he does, and her antics are usually more obviously silliness rather than dumbassery. Would be higher but I just like Mungo's goofy aesthetic a bit more. I'd also like to take this time to note I do NOT think they are siblings. (Fight me. Again)

5) Mistoffolees

Another of those contradictions I love. He's simultaneously shy and showy, bold and insecure. He doesn't quite know who he is yet, but he knows who he wants to be. He's also adorable to watch, with his little hops and poses. His relationship with Tugger is adorable, whether you see them as mates or BFFs (both? both. both is good), and his obvious crush on Victoria is equally adorable (more NOT siblings!). The way he melts when she smiles at him toward the beginning of 1998 *sigh* so cute

6) Alonzo

Sorry @jellicle-ho I do love him lots, but he doesn't make the top five simply because I feel closer to Misto and the Chaos Twins (just an expression, not siblings!) on a spiritual level. He's still one of the best characters. He has his "contradiction" element of being cocky but somewhat insecure, and I especially love that he's just as serious as he is playful. He's also a slinky, sassy bastard and a blast to watch on stage.

7) Victoria

Woo boy. Okay first of all, since it seems to be a major factor, the contradiction element. She seems like a shy, reserved, almost demure young lady at first, but she's actually that quietly sassy serene girl at the Alpha bitch's lunch table, the one that's actually nice and doesn't participate in putting down the weird kid no one likes. But she's still gonna judge you. I love every moment of Victoria-sideeye in the 1998 video. And of course there's her whole side plot which basically revolves around her being extremely DTF, which is quite the opposite of "demure." Also her obvious crush on Misto is also adorable, the way she smiles at him, ugh like the only reason she danced with Plato instead is because Misto was too shy to approach her (also Plato has much better upper body strength so hey ho, hey hue, let's go Pas de Deux). She's also so very graceful and elegent and then there's her "omg why!?" flexibility which make her fascinating to watch.

8) Pouncival

Precious child. Precious little jackass brat. No but really I love him so much he's such a brat but also like he's tiny? And he wants to be cool sooo bad! The way he runs in for his "and bright!" all excited, I just can't. He has this sort of quiet, but enthusiastic demeaner of someone that knows he's not the star, but hopes to be, and he's bursting with energy in a pseudo-controlled way that I find more compelling than Etcetera's brand of enthusiasm. I love his acrobatics, whether they're super smooth, adorably clumsy, or straight up pratfalls. I love how 14-years-old he is. You can see him getting bored in that teenage "okay grampa you've told this story forty times already" kind of way during part of Gus's song. I love how adorably menacing he looks during the Naming of Cats. I just love the baby. He is very baby.

9) Bombalurina

She's beauty. She's grace. She'll smack you in the face. She's sexy and she knows it. She's such a confident, strong woman, and while she's the most overtly sexualized character, I kind of find it's even more empowering, you know? Like the idea that a woman can be both sexy and strong, she doesn't have to pick one. Bomba is walking proof that being strong, bold, and tough is not inherently "masculine," nor is protecting others. Don't get me wrong, I love strong female characters of all varieties, I'm not here to knock the tomboy trope, but when a strong female character is also sexually liberated it's just a different level of empowerment. Not just the deconstruction of "masculine/feminine" lines, but also in the "my body, my life, my choice" kind of way. Further, I absolutely love her relationship with Demeter. I personally support the mates, bffs, and siblings hcs because they honestly work so well as any of these (but as mentioned above, Demelustrap is my OT3, despite not always getting strong Bombastrap vibes). Her protectiveness and desire to comfort Demeter is so beautiful. Maybe it's the contradiction thing that I love so much. Strong, bold Bomba has her most tender moments when looking after Demeter. Idk. Moving on!

10) Rum Tum Tugger

He's beauty. He's… grace? He probably won't smack you in the face. He's sexy and he SO knows it. Tugger is walking proof that certain stereotyped "feminine" traits aren't inherently feminine, or to put it another way, he breaks down what it means to be "masculine." Think about it. Cares about his looks, beautiful luxurious long hair, wiggles his hips, wiggles his hips more, wiggles his hips when he walks, struts like a model on a runway, shakes his chest to be sexy, idolizes a cute boy, fashionable clothes (knee-bandana ftw!), all stereotypical "girly" traits, but would anyone describe Tugger as "girly"? Anyway, that's not even what I love most about him. I actually used to dislike him as a kid, but these days I can't get enough of him. Most of the time he just oozes positive vibes in one way or another, be it party vibes or laid back vibes. Most of his screentime in 1998 is such a good time because of that. He has such an energy and ferocity to him during his dance numbers, especially the second half of the Jellicle Ball in 1998. And then there's his quiet moments, especially the affection he shares with Munk while singing about their dad (omg the respect and affection he feels for both of them, coming from such a self-loving bastard it just ahhhhhh), and then after Deuteronomy comes back I just can't he's so sweet omg. Not to mention his whole relationship with Misto. Aside from the whole idolizing thing, which is adorable, he also is so supportive and encouraging. He just naturally bleeds confidence and good vibes, but he deliberately offers that confidence to Misto when he needs it. It's so beautiful and I'm gonna cry. I used to ship him with Bomba, but these days I hc them as friends with occasional benefits that like to place bets on how far interactions between Munk and Deme will go before one of them chickens out or gets awkward, and on which one will be the awkward chicken this time.

Wow I talked a lot about Tugger and he's only #10. Okay well, you folks ready to get controversial?

11) Macavity

I know I know, hear me out. I know most people interpret him as a total bastard with no redeeming qualities but like, I don't read him that way? Anyway I have complicated feelings about Mac but I'll get more into it in another post. As a character in the show I do really like him as a villain, I love his laugh, I love his "no look guys it's okay I brought him back see he's over there heheheh" gesture before he shows up in disguise, I love how show-boaty and "totally hyped for this" he is when he reveals himself, I love his "no wait please don't hurt me it's cool I'm leaving" gesture at Alonzo after the Jellicles start ganging up on him, he's just a blast of a character really, whether he's redemable or not.

12) Old Deuteronomy

Sweetest man you'll ever know. His compassion for the entire tribe is so sweet it hurts. He even feels love and understanding for Griz, and (futiley) tries to persuade the others to accept her, even subtley scolding them after the first "Memory" with his "Moments of Happiness." He loves his sons especially, and I adore every moment he interacts with either of them. He also can bring the sass, see his 'chin up' posture before Tugger bows to him, which I always read as them playfully teasing each other, or his little eye-roll when Munk gets a bit extra talking about the fire brigade. On that note, how into Munk's little play he is, even though it's going wrong. He keeps making encouraging gestures at Munk and reacting with surprise at the right moments (when Munk is looking at least lol). Anyway he's great moving on.

13) Jennyanydots

Jenny is that cool aunt that hangs out and has fun but also won't put up with your nonsense. She's so great I love her so much. She's honestly just a blast all the time I love her so much what can I say? I hc her as teaching Tumblebrutus how to sew. I don't know why.

14) Electra

Ah the "quiet" kitten. I read her as the tough tomboyish one of the girl kittens, and I hc her as sort of in training as a protector, and that's why she's more serious than the others. In 1998 she seems to look up to Munk, being the first to greet him before Gumbie Cat, and nuzzling him during Old Deuteronomy. 1998 Electra also has a lot of little adorable motions like licking her paws during Old Deuteronomy and retrieving the Peke paw from the middle of stage and than posing/playing with it during the Pekes and the Pollicles. I also love her freckles and her pink arm warmer. Massively underrated character.

15) Tumblebrutus

SPINNY. BALLET. BOI. Nuff said. But I'm gonna say more. He keeps up with Misto in ballet and exceeds Pounce in acrobatics, and as such is fascinating to watch. Also Brutus's struggle between his playful instincts and his desire to impress his elders is so adorable.

16) Admetus/George

First of all I first knew him as Admetus long long ago, and he will always be Admetus to me. Sorry. Second, omg this lovely, happy, wonderfully expressive boi. His face at literally any point in 1998 is such a gem.

17) Jemima

Speaking of great expressions, how bout Jemima? She's so cute and sweet! I love her whole deal of understanding Griz's pain and trying to get the rest of the tribe to understand. The only reason she's not higher up is because I somehow don't emotionally connect with her like I do some of the other kittens.

18) Coricopat

The more laid-back and playful half of the mystic twins. The twins in general are cool af, but Corico ranks higher for being more relatable.

19) Skimbleshanks

BUBBLY. TRAIN. DAD. Nuff said. Buttttt I'm gonna say more! Skimble is your best friend's dad that is always chaperoning on field trips but that's okay because he's actually pretty fun to be around most of the time. I love his cheerful expressions and his little jigs. His song is so much fun. And I love the relationship between him and Spara in 1998. More on that below

20) Asparagus

Okay so Spara is your other best friend's dad (or your best friend's other dad) who sometimes tries too hard to be cool and connect with the kids but that's okay because he's so nice and besides it's kind of adorable? What I find most adorable about Spara though is how hard he's crushing on Skimble. Like even if you hc them as already in a relationship, he really just can't get enough of Train Dad. Look at how Spara smiles at Skimble ALL THE DAMN TIME. He's practically blushing at multiple points during Skimble's song. And Skimble tends to gravitate towards Spara quite a bit, and omg that big grin he gives him during the line "sleeping car exprrrrreeesss!" I'm dead. In conclusion I need more Asparashanks content thank you for coming to my TED talk

21) Cassandra

I WANT to like Cassandra better than I do. I really really want to. But I feel like she's just so hard to get to know. I do enjoy her on stage, but as a character with backstory and motives she's a bit hard to work with. That being said she's by no means a flat character. I do hc her as one of the deputy protectors along with Alonzo, and more recently as part of the BFF power trio of her, Alonzo, and Munk, since Alonzo and much more subtley Munk are the only ones she shows any physical affection toward, aside from occasionally hanging out with T-brutus but we'll shelve that for now. I do really enjoy watching her though, she has some really interesting movements and expressions. And she does radiate a sort of "try me, I fucking dare you" vibe that I love a lot.

22) Tantomile

I have the same problem with Tanto that I do with Cass. I just don't feel like I know her very well. She is cool as a mystical psychic character, but that's part of what makes the twins in general cool. So far I haven't been able to connect to her as an individual without her brother, otherwise she would be much higher on this list. She's still cool though.

22) Plato

*Deep breath* okay. I don't dislike Plato. I just.. okay look out of the male kittens/young adults, he's my least favorite. He does have qualities that I really like, like how he's a shy reserved boy on the outside and a fiery passionate soul on the inside. That's cool. Also those intense expressions are pretty cool I guess. I guess I might have less positive feelings about him because everyone assumes Victoria's magically in love now because of the Pas de Deux even though they barely interact otherwise. Which is unfair of me to feel that way. I hc him as struggling with internalized anger and anxiety and having difficulty expressing himself.

23) Etcetera

I'll be honest, I used to find her annoying. This one's pretty much entirely on me, because she has a superficially similar demeanor to a girl that used to bully me in school. But since graduating Cety's grown on me a lot, not in small part due to her wonderful enthusiasm for literally everything. While less compelling to me than Pounce's quieter, more controlled flavor of energetic enthusiasm, her bouncy jubilance still makes me grin and giggle along with her, so that's a major plus.

24) Jellylorum

Jelly is your other cool aunt that worries too much about your safety but also has cool stories to tell and is always doing like art and stuff in her garage. I hc her as the tribe nurse. Would be higher if not for slight Karen-ness.

25) Gus

Only on stage for a short time but he shines. The way he starts out all helpless looking like he doesn't even know where he is and slowly blossoms into singing about his old days with enthusiasm, and then breaking down into tears. He's a great character for the scene that he's in, but unfortunately there's not a lot else to him, so he gets a low spot on the list

26) Grizabella

Oof. Okay so. I get it. She messed up. My hc is… well, complicated, but short version is she never planned on being a mom and has no idea how to be a mom, and so she just let Deut raise Munk and visited occasionally (ahem rarely), but she does end up later spending some time as his primary caregiver, and she fucks up royally, like massive neglect and mild emotional manipulation, and ends up emotionally damaging Munk more than if she'd left him alone. SO with this hc in mind, is she redemable? Idk. But the tribe forgave her so that's what matters. Do I feel sorry for her? Yes. Do I believe she honestly regrets her past actions? …kind of? Yes. Let's go with yes. Does any of this make her my favorite character? Not by a long shot. I have mixed feelings about Grizabella. I don't dislike her I just… don't know how to feel about her.

27) Bustopher Jones

Walking fat joke, but a pleasant walking fat joke. Wish we could have got to know him better than "that cultured fat guy all the toms want to impress." He's fun though. I love his expressions throughout his song, and that toodle-pip! is so adorable.

28) Exotica

Oh Exotica. Who even are you. We don't know you at all. I do like the moment in Old D's song when she's reaching from the outside of the crowd hoping to get to touch him, and he reaches out so she can, and immediately after touching him she drops her hand and backs away, which I read as shy fangirl overload flee the scene omg he touched me omgomgomg. So that was cute. Ummm. I wish she'd stop changing colors every three seconds so I could keep track of her. Other than that, I don't dislike her, I just don't know her well enough to like her.

Omg I made it to the end. Did I forget anybody? I don't think so... Phew, that was so hard! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! :)

#cats musical #long post #cats characters #i ain't tagging all of them #sorry #cats rankings

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critroleing · 5 years

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How the Mighty Nein Play D&D:

Caleb:

Player:

Has read all of the sourcebooks and thus know them by heart. Still, surprisingly, does not comment on when someone uses a rule wrong. At least not out loud. Still has a tendency to make decisions for the group without asking first. Does not take notes. Will remember all the details anyway. Likes to play casters for the versatility. Big fan of druids especially, they’re hard with lots of different spells with tactical uses, and they have wildshapes. Does not like to talk a lot in roleplay, ‘cause he feels awkward, but if he does it turns out he’s pretty good at it.

DM:

As stated, knows all the rules. Plays by all the rules. Likes to do accents, but he’s bad at them all. Combat is slow and methodical. He can pause for a while in the middle of the enemies move and just think, but in the end he’s so good at the strategy that he has to lower the CR of his enemies to compensate. Has worldbuilding as a hobby, so by the time people are playing there’s an entire world with very intricate detailing to explore. Stories are very grounded in that finicky detail, like economics or business or strategy. Ever seen Spice and Wolf? (You should, it’s great.) It’s like that.

Beau:

Player:

Did not expect to get this invested. Now she’s up all night researching strats and optimisation guides. Most likely to multiclass. Enjoys playing offensive spellcasters for the tactics. Started off feeling dumb when roleplaying, but warmed up to it when everyone else started doing it. Never does an accent. Takes constant notes. Wants her nat 1’s to be described with as much loving detail as her nat 20’s. Flirts with every described sexy lady. Usually plays a sexy lady, sometimes a sexy enby. Once played a dude and had a hard time because on one hand she had to flirt with dudes ‘cause she is never in her life gonna play a straight character, but on the other hand: sexy ladies! From then on, if she plays a dude, he has to be bi.

DM:

Lots of combat. She has drawn battle maps and painted minis (with Jester) and has picked out clever combos of enemies for an interesting challenge. Also a lot of politicking. Not as much goofy voices as intrigue and spy games. Plans some great mysteries. Caleb’s pretty much the only one who can keep up with them because she packs them so full of small clues and hints that are easy to miss but integral to solve the puzzle. Will be disappointed when she finds out that characters the planned to be suave come off as creepy according to her players.

Nott:

Player:

Works hard at the roleplaying but doesn’t seem to get the hang of it. She has a good feel for her character but when someone tries to talk to her in character she freezes and stutters. Ends up preferring to talk in third person. Hoards dice. Very superstitious about them. Likes to play tanks so she can protect people. Sometimes she brings Luc and he can play a mascot critter l. Sometimes Yeza comes along and plays a healer. Nott will death glare the DM if they even come close to potential danger.

DM:

Has so many good ideas, and throws plot twists at you like you have no idea. Might come up with a plot twist in the middle of an arc and try to sneak the fact that it wasn’t always the plan past the group. Still very nervous for every session. Does not have a poker face. Picks favourites (mostly Caleb, sometimes Jester, maybe someone else too) and rewards them with special loot and more narrative attention (Caleb does not really like the attention, Jester really does). Sometimes Luc wants to play with them and she just can’t say no. That means an instant ban on cursing and some very easy fights. Sometimes Yeza brings snacks and gets roped into playing. He played when he was a kid, but hasn’t done it since then.

Molly:

Player:

Throws himself into roleplaying. Likes playing high charisma characters, especially bards and warlocks. Will seduce anything, especially since that means flirting with the DM. Most likely to pick up the Lucky feat since he likes saying fuck you to fate and deciding his rolls for himself. Second most likely to play a Halfling, after Nott, for the same reason.

DM:

Will seduce the player characters with every NPC. Most likely to wing a session. Has not read a single sourcebook. Also doesn’t know how the world works, so the world design might throw any players for a loop. Is this how politics work? Idk, it sounds fun anyway. Does not do any research and is proud of that fact.

Yasha:

Player:

Just glad to be here. Doesn’t speak a lot so the DM might get worried that she’s not enjoying herself, but when they talk to her afterwards they find that she’s been having a great time, she’s just more confortable with other parts of the game; like combat. Prefers fighters over casters, but is fine playing either a tank or a dpr, whatever makes her feel like she’s making a valuable contribution to the party.

DM:

All of her NPC’s have really standard “taken from a first name generator” names. Was really nervous for her first session, but found that DMing a game was a really nice way to make her friends happy, you can stick as close to or as far away from the rules as it suits you. That doesn’t mean she can’t bring out a real moody atmosphere or brutal boss fights when it counts.

On the flip side, might run a super fluffy game because expressing affection for people is so much easier through acts than words.

In general good at the “yes, and-“ game.

Caduceus:

Player:

Doesn’t really get the rules. What he does get however is characters. Not playing one, necessarily, he has a basic concept that he’s slowly working on fleshing out, but other people’s. He finds the roleplay between players absolutely fascinating, and sometimes forgets that he’s even playing ‘cause he’s so busy listening to everyone else.

Unsure of why all these numbers are necessary. Math? Dice? Why? He does think that how ever the dice rolls was the Correct outcome for the situation. Prefers not to play casters because remembering spells is a Lot and he’s a bit slow at reading and doesn’t want to make the whole group wait for him in combat. Probably likes Monk because it’s pretty easy but he still gets to have a high Wisdom.

DM:

Brings food. Brings candles. Brings music. Brings pillows and extra dice and tea for whoever wants. Has thought up deep characters that reflects parts of the soul and people he thinks relates to his players. This may just be therapy with dice. He does not know how to run combat. Would never fudge dice. A TPK is just fate, it was their time to go.

Fjord:

Player:

Has made the most badass character concept. Backstory reads like a checklist of interesting stuff the character’s done. Has an accent. Enjoys the roleplay, both with fellow players and the NPCs.

Enjoys getting out of his own low-self-esteem head and being useful and badass, which is why he might take low rolls badly sometimes. Likely to promote other people’s characters to do tasks because they’re good at them. Really enjoys the team-as-family aspect and group rapport. Plays a lot of Paladins because 1. They are naturally badass and heroic. 2. They get to fight and have magic. 3. He gets to fight in melee and still have his high charisma. He plays a lot of part-casters in general.

DM:

Accents, all of the accents. And mannerisms. Likely to use Mask of Many Faces to show you what a character looks like. Walks around when he talks, for full roleplay range. Plans setpieces and huge moments. All NPCs have recognizable quirks and a lot of personality. Generally likes very high concept and trope-y stories and characters.

Jester:

Player:

Gets really into her character concept. Most likely to react to things in real life with how her character would. Would try to romance other characters. Also enjoys the fighting, and especially describing her moves (gets -really- into the HDYWTDT). Would also be likely to derail the game with dirty jokes if she gets bored. Don’t put her next to Molly. Hoards dice because pretty. Nott steals dice from her so she steals them back. Don’t put her next to Nott either. Very versatile in class selection, enjoys both physically smashing face and magically smashing face. Her character concept don’t usually take into account what her class would be. Least likely to play a healer.

DM:

Do you want to act out a romance novel? All of the NPCs will be weird and quirky and probably pastiches of people she has seen at her mom’s place, but will be surprisingly deep if you press. She has painted minis for fighting and will get really into describing all of their awesome combat moves. Will put traps everywhere.

#critical role #types of people who play dnd #I would do this with Vox Machina #but I’m pretty sure they already did something similar w Grog’s Oneshot #but I’m not sure #I haven’t seen it #cause I’m still working through c1 #and I don’t wanna spoil myself

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lucadina · 5 years

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Enigma Girl (2)

Rating: T

Pairing: Eren x Annie

You can read the first part here!

Supper is a predictable occurrence. And kind of gross, sometimes.

The food isn't normally good, nor is it bad. Tonight, however, the main dish may resemble a rendition of the usual potato stew, but might as well be pig slop. That's what happens when the instructors think it's a good idea to assign Connie and Sasha to the same kitchen duty schedule. Eren raises his spoon to his nose, takes a whiff of the greyish-red pudding thing he's scooped up, and tries not to retch. He sets the spoon back down.

'This is disgusting,' Mikasa says bluntly.

Too chicken to agree, Armin opts instead to placate the situation, 'Haha... Well, we've got to eat, since it's another rough day tomorrow.'

Eren remains silent. He's thinking about Annie. Specifically, he's mulling over their encounter earlier in the day, at the forest during hand-to-hand combat training.

Why did he follow her? Was it really an attempt at friendship? No, he's not that pure. Truthfully, he doesn't really know why he’s relentlessly chasing after her. It’s his choice and yet, without so much as an utterance of a word from her, he feels spellbound, like she had beckoned him to year for her - like a fish swimming towards a lure. Not that he regrets it. When she was on top of him, her lips upon his wrist, teeth merely a breath away from his skin; he thinks that moment is a fond memory, one he replays over and over in his head. Weird, considering how Annie is singularly the most terrifying woman he's ever met.

And he's seen some odd ladies crawling the streets at night, none of which have ever struck him as sexy.

Wait. Stop. Not that Annie's—

Going red in the face, Eren chokes on a cry. Mikasa is quick to pat his back and ask what's wrong, but he only brushes her off and hangs his head in shame.

Reiner, who's decided to invite himself and Bertholdt to join Eren's group for dinner and is seated across the table from said suicidal blockhead, has a burning question at the back of his mind. He just doesn't know how to bring it up. Really, a more appropriate setting to do so would be in a few hours at the boys' barracks. But Reiner is a nosy little weasel in bear's clothing who revels in drama (particularly when it relates to a that blonde bitch) and he can't take the suspense any longer.

'Eren, is something going on between you and Annie?'

Every single pair of eyes in the room fly to Reiner.

Even Annie's, if only momentarily.

'What?!' Eren doesn't mean to come across so incredulously, as though the possibility of him harbouring romantic feelings for said girl is preposterous, because he actually might like her but wow— he's never been into girls except the imaginary one with a killer bod that lives in his head and hold on; this is a bold question, even for the outspoken Reiner.

'R-Reiner, please...' Bertholdt clears his throat, throwing a quick glance at the woman they're presently chatting about. Annie’ who's seated three tables over, is unfazed. She simply stares disinterestedly at her untouched meal, 'I don't think Eren wants to talk about that. Let's just enjoy our dinner...'

'Oh, come on. It's just a question.'

'You are the only person she pairs with during combat training.' Armin wonders aloud before backpedaling because Mikasa's glare is that terrifying, 'But of course, it's not practical to get involved romantically with someone, considering we're here to become soldiers.'

Eren frowns, 'Soldiers can have wives. I'd like one eventually.'

'You'd like to wife up Annie?' Reiner wiggles his eyebrows.

'Well, I think Eren's uncomfortable, so we should really move on!' Bertholdt clucks, slapping a palm on Reiner's back with enough force to squash a small animal. Against Reiner's build, it barely registers as a friendly handshake, 'Right?!'

'I'm not uncomfortable,' he bluffs, 'Besides,' a pause to swallow a spoonful of his shit-stew even though it makes him want to gag (he's trying to make a point that he's committed to what he's about to say), 'You guys are seriously making a big deal out of nothing. Annie and I just spar sometimes.'

'Oh, come on,' Reiner snorts, 'I wouldn't blame ya, Eren. I know she's a soulless prune, but she has a nice-'

Mikasa interjects, 'Eren still hasn't eaten. 'You're distracting him.'

It's too late. Eren's offended, for a few reasons. Interestingly enough, that last, unfinished remark regarding Annie's derriere sours him. Annie probably heard that. Did she expect him to defend her modesty? No— she'd probably kick him between his legs and mutter something like I don't need a man to defend me, especially not a boy like you, Yeager! It'll just piss them both off if he says anything.

So much for convincing her that he's interested in who she is as a person, as a human, and not just as a mentor. He can't keep on pretending like he isn't hurt by her, especially after what she pulled in the woods today.

'I don't want to talk about this anymore,' Eren's eyes darken as he gets to his feet, then walks out of the hall.

Mikasa follows him out. So does Armin.

Bertholdt scolds Reiner for his insensitivity.

Everyone else resumes their supper.

Minus Annie, who seethes in silence.

Soulless prune?

Soulless prune?!

Reiner's never been her favourite person, but he's officially on her list. That list. A list that has her preoccupied with thoughts of making Reiner disappear for the next hour of dinner. Before she thinks herself up into actually applying her imagination to reality, Mina interrupts: 'Hey...' she tries to whisper, but she's too loud anyway, 'What's up with you and Yeager?'

Annie shrugs. She bites into her bread, hoping that no one else will start a conversation with her if she's got food in her mouth.

Her plan doesn't work.

Stupid teenage girls; they're unrelenting, and it isn't just Mina anymore either. Now Hannah and Moira and Laura (Annie's guessing their names, they've never spoken to her prior to now) have started shooting questions her way despite not getting a single answer. Perhaps they assume that she'll cave in to their persistence at some point.

'Do you two hang out outside of training?'

'Who made the first move?'

'Do you like him?'

'I'm eating,' Annie snaps— that last question had cut her somewhere deep.

The girls go quiet. Still, they've won: Bingo! Mina shoots Hannah a playful smirk. There's a silent understanding; can't wait to giggle about this later!

The rest of the mess hall reverts back to its usual mild chatter. Jean's bitching about Eren somewhere to the far right, by the door. Marco's trying to calm him down. On the table over, Reiner's giving a speech about how romance is fun, but should be approached with caution since the life they all lead is that of a soldier's.

'Dangerous and unpredictable,' Reiner beams loudly, 'So we should make smart choices. You know— ones we won't regret later.'

Annie scoffs to herself. She knows that he's stupidly aimed that comment at her, which only serves to amplify the murderous intent she already feels towards him. But she'll play it cool, for now. No point in blowing a gasket. She tries to finish the rest of her bread, but only gets to half of it before she drops it onto her cold stew.

The bells chime, signalling the end of the hour.

Annie doesn't immediately get up. She's tired.

Reiner and Bertholdt pass her. The latter's always concerned about her, and this time is no exception, 'You didn't eat much,' he observes meekly. He looks like he wants to say something else, but is intercepted by his fellow warrior.

'It's useless,' Reiner shoots Annie a dark look, 'She never did learn not to play with her food.'

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Eren doesn't spar with Annie for a month.

Four weeks.

Thirty-one days.

Whatever; she's anxious about it by the time the cold weather rolls in. It's snowing outside, and will probably continue to for the rest of the season. Apparently, in this side of the world, hotter summers bleed into biting winters. Consequently, hand-to-hand combat training is suspended until further notice. The instructors don't want any of the cadets dying on them, after all. Not when the militia is in desperate need of bodies.

Of course, this all means that Annie has absolutely no excuse to interact with Eren.

It's not like he approaches her anymore, not after that fiasco in the forest.

She expected him to put distance. Pushing people away is instinctual for her. But it was even easier to commit to dismissing Eren because his passion frightens her. He's special; so human, but in a way that is foreign to her. Unlike herself, who bends weakly to the will of unknown forces, Eren charges straight into the fray without a second thought. He's defiant, beautifully so, like a single, bright flame flickering a brilliant orange amidst the ice.

Maybe Annie's a little jealous of him.

Maybe she misses him.

Maybe.

'Hey,' she greets him curtly once as they pass each other before roll call.

Eren offers a small, hollow smile. Beyond that, he doesn't say anything and speeds past her.

Annie's surprised by how much his indifference hurts her.

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There's something that hurts a little more, and Annie deems herself selfish for allowing herself to be stung in the first place.

Eren's a happy person. Despite his history, he's happy.

She observes this in the sparks that go off in his eyes before the instructors introduce a new training course or when he succeeds in what he's previously failed at. He's equally energetic when he's smashing his fist onto Jean's ribs, only to get beaten up right back and whisked away by Mikasa a minute later. That older sister figure of his, together with Armin, scold and console Eren in that order after each of his episodes. Then, the very next day, Eren's got another goofy grin on his face and is ready to fight another day.

He's seen the Titans. Yet, he braves this danger. He dedicates his life, even if it's insignificant relative to the rest of the militia.

He has an unwavering sense of purpose, and because of this, he can be happy.

He knows who he is.

She does not.

'Stare at him any longer and you might as well be eating him instead of your dinner, Leonhart.' Ymir mutters under her breath.

Annie blinks, snapping out of her stupor. She didn't even realise that her gaze has been glued to Eren until now. Aware that a blush blooms across her cheeks, she directs her attention to her untouched bean soup. Is it bean? It's green, with yellow blotches at the sides where the oil separates. Disgusting. She can't do this. But she has to, or she'll be forced to endure another grilling from the girls.

'If you're so into him, why not just go for it?' Ymir continues, nudging her seat-mate with an elbow. Annie's at least thankful that the taller woman is trying to keep her inquiries discreet. The others haven't caught onto their topic. Not even Krista, who's chatting away to the rest of the table about whatever because it doesn't really matter and they all just want an excuse to admire her. 'Leonhart,' Ymir presses while the others are distracted, 'What's stopping you?'

Annie swirls her soup with a spoon, 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

'I think he likes you.'

'Well, he shouldn't.'

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This afternoon, Annie's assigned to do meal prep.

She actually likes to do the cooking because she's a) usually paired with someone too scared to bother her with conversation, and b) it's quiet in the kitchen, away from the hooligans letting loose after a rough day of training. Actually, she seems to have an extra stroke of luck today considering that she's been working for half an hour and yet, no one's joined her. Perhaps she's been tasked to do this all alone, which isn't so bad. She can get it done.

Winter is dogged. Annie doesn't recall experiencing anything quite like it. It's as if the earth itself is rebelling, screaming something like wake up, you fools! There are traitors amongst you!

Annie considers herself.

She's not a good person, but she'd like to believe that she's still a person.

'Hey.'

Annie's heart skips a beat. She recognises that voice, and the familiarity sets off a thrill in her gut that's uncharacteristic of her. Too flustered to even think to put the potato she's been working on down onto the table, she turns on her heel. Potato in her hand and all.

To Eren, it's a strange sight. This strong girl who's given him a hundred bruises and two broken ribs looks harmless in an apron. Domesticated, even. It's not just the fact that she's cooking or that she's dressed for the part; her crystalline-blue eyes are wide, frightened and sparkling with anticipation, like she's seen a friendly ghost. Except they're not friends, so she has no business wearing that expression on her face.

'Sorry I'm late,' he grumbles and reaches for another apron hanging on the hook of the door. He's clearly avoiding her. His back faces her, and his eyes focus on the furthest thing from her body: the empty pot where the stew of the night is supposed to boil in. He busies himself with it. Takes it to the sink, starts scrubbing at the metal. Anything to keep from having to walk over to her.

Disappointed, Annie resumes her potato peeling. Well, more like hacking. She's lopping off the skin in jagged, reckless strokes of a knife. She's bothered by the wordless grudge of a stupid teenage boy who can't lower his fists. What’s worse is she can't even control this feeling she has; of guilt and desire, of a need so tempting that she feels it in her chest now despite having her interest rebuffed by Eren Yeager of all people.

Fifteen minutes pass. Annie knows because she's counting the seconds in her head. She has to, or she won't be able to keep herself calm enough to stop herself from kicking her companion to the ground.

She supposes it won't matter because it'll all be recut into chunks for the stew soon anyway.

Wrong.

Keith Shadis enters, whipping the door open with so much force that the knob hits a wall. His attention immediately flies to Eren, who's started filling the pot with water. As much as Shadis is looking forward to this particular subordinate's next ass-kicking, he can't very well punish without crime, can he? This shred of dignity in the instructor's heart saves Eren, who gulps a hard lump at his throat because he absolutely cannot afford to screw up in front of this guy.

Annie is another story.

'Leonhart, you brainless roach!' Shadis bellows, eyeballs threatening to bulge out of his sockets as he stares pointedly at the naked potato in her hands, 'What the hell is that?!'

She stiffens.

Shit.

She doesn't know what to do, so does nothing.

'Leonhart! You're supposed to skin the potatoes, not maul them! What the hell is this-' Shadis unceremoniously reaches into the wastebin next to her. He grasps the skins she's discarded, brings it up to her face, 'You've taken off the actual meat of it too!'

It's true. She didn't do it properly because she was pissed at Eren and needed to take it out on something.

Annie inhales sharply - she fucked up, can't get out of this one.

'Do you think we can afford to waste food around here, cadet? Do you?!'

'No, Sir.'

'Then do it right! Or I'll have you skip out on kitchen duty altogether and have you scrubbing toilets instead!'

Miraculously, he does not headbutt her. He doesn't so much as touch her, really. Just marches back out as quickly as he'd come, a dozen deep lines expressing his vexation. Although that has less to do with Annie, and more to do with the frustration he feels that he can't psychologically castrate Eren today.

The door slams shut. Annie stares at it, as though she doesn't know how to proceed after what just transpired. It's clear to Eren, who's spent over a decade familiarising himself with Mikasa's cryptic social processing, that Annie is affected by the verbal beating she's received. He can't imagine that she'd take too kindly to being called brainless, let alone a roach, no matter how cooly she tries to play it off.

Sighing, he drops his pot and makes his way over to her. She doesn't react until he takes the knife away from her, to which she flinches.

'Look,' he whispers as he slowly reaches over her side for another potato, careful not to impose on her space with his voice or body, 'You're supposed to do it like this,' he angles the potato diagonally with one hand, presses the thumb of his other onto the straight edge of the knife so that it picks up just a the tiniest bit of the brown skin, which then easily lifts. Thereafter, he secures it with the tip of the knife and gracefully starts to peel.

Annie tilts her head. 'Ah... You're surprisingly good at that.'

'I've had a lot of practice. My mom used to make me help her out in the kitchen sometimes.'

'I see.'

This was meant to only be a demo, but she doesn't make an effort to mirror him. Eren's nostrils flare. Does she expect him to do her work for her? 'Hey,' he presses, miffed, 'Grab a potato and get to it.'

'But you're so much better suited for this task than I am.'

'Oh, no.'

His temperature is rising fast - a natural occurrence around the infuriating Annie. He takes her by the wrist, pulls her to him, back-to-chest, and forcibly takes her hands in his. It's uncharacteristic how tame she is when he manipulates her arms so that they're intertwined with his, his palms nestling on the top of her hands to guide her to a knife and the potato he was working on.

'Alright, Annie— do it like I showed you.'

Do it precisely how I've taught you! That's my daughter!

Annie goes pale (not that Eren can see), and she's once more frozen in place. Green flashes dangerously until he feels her form tremble slightly. She feels fragile, soft, like something human but not quite as durable. It catches him off guard, and he nearly lets her go. He wonders if he frightens her; probably not, although the very thought that he's pushed her into dark corner breaks the chains he's manufactured around his curious attachment to her. Suddenly, he forgets why he's been so upset with her.

He chooses to believe that she's just shaken up from Shadis.

He doesn't fully buy into his own half-assed hypothesis.

Most likely, she won't tell him what's going on.

That's alright. He'll kick it with her anyway.

'Fine, forget the potato,' he whispers into her ear in as soothing a voice as he can muster. His heart is hammering against his chest; she's unpredictable and that's scary, 'Just... I'm here, OK?'

He releases her hands, so the objects she's loosely held onto fall on the table. She makes no move to pick them up, but neither does she swat his arms away. The close proximity of their bodies births a heat that burns him, and he realises the implication of the lack of distance between them.

Awkwardly, he moves to the side so he can pretend to busy himself with a potato and knife. He steals a glance at her; she’s unreadable as always.

'I'm angry with you,' she admits, breaking the silence. She tucks a long bang behind her ear. He observes her fingers; they're trembling. His attention flies back to the potato; it’s less intimidating than the uncharacteristic fragility she displays right now.

Eren swallows, 'Why's that?'

'You've been ignoring me.'

'Thought that's what you wanted, Annie.'

'No,' she smiles at him, knowing fully well that he cannot see.

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