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satuguro · 1 year

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lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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pers1st · 2 months

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let down - leah williamson x reader

pairing: barca!reader x leah williamson

warnings: barça being broke

In truth, you shouldn't be nervous.

This conversation had been going on for months - it was no secret that Barça had many financial problems, and paying you, Alexia and Aitana as their midfield would always have been difficult. You had had countless conversations like these before - negotiating your new contract, negotiating your new wage, which you knew would be significantly lower. It didn't bother you, though. You would've picked up a second job if it meant playing for your childhood club, even if they refused to pay you.

This setting, however, seemed a lot more official than it should've, in your opinion.

You were still dressed in your clothes from training, and so was Jona, but the rest of Barça's management was dressed properly - in suits and leather shoes. They shouldn't have even been there yet. This conversation was meant to simply verbalize your new contract, not to sign it yet. You were in no conditions to take the usual photos and sit in front of the camera for an interview after the contract extension. It confused you.

"Y/N, we are so sorry."

That was how Jona started, and in that particular moment, your heart stopped. No, this couldn't- they wouldn't dare-

"We can't renew your contract."

Silence followed. Then, your shaky voice. Barely above a whisper.

"What?"

This whole situation seemed too surreal to be true. Maybe in a few seconds, your eyes would open and you would find out that this was just a horrible dream. If it hadn't been for your manager's piercing gaze on you, you might've pinched yourself under the table.

"We don't have the financial means to pay you enough to stay. I know it's not what you want to hear, but-"

"No, Jona, we talked about this. You can cut my wage, I don't mind. I'll stay here, whatever it takes. Alexia said she would-"

But the man in front of you didn't let you finish.

"You are right, we talked about this. And I told you that you deserve more than what we can give you, and that you cannot let us undermine you. It's not fair to you, it's not fair to all the women who are-"

This time, you were the one to interrupt him.

"But this? This isn't fair to me!"

That was how the argument unfolded, and only after your voice was hoarse from crying and pleading, your cheeks stained with tears and your manager stained with guilt, did you leave the office to fall into Alexia's arms, who had been listening in from the other side of the door for God knew how long.

It was January currently, which meant that as soon as you silently agreed with them to sign you to whatever club payed the most, you were out.

Just like that, the chance to play in front of the Culers for one last time was ripped away from you. They received a half-hearted announcement via Instagram, you received twenty women in your apartment, ready to pack your things. In all honesty, you had wished for no one to see as you organized your life into moving boxes and shipped them over the sea for whoever from Arsenal to receive, mostly because it would've felt even less real. Mostly because then, the goodbye wouldn't have hit you as hard. Ona tried to offer you advice on how to get by in England, telling you all about her experience abroad. Mapi tried to lift the spirits by joking around. Ingrid held you as you allowed tears to fall, and Alexia made sure you didn't forget anything, offering to take care of the things you would leave behind in Barcelona.

It was only you and Alexia at the airport. Your best friend, since the day you had been selected to play for the senior team of Barcelona, had shared many angry words with the management, and at one point even threatened to leave if you really had to. But the papers were signed, and the boxes were packed, and there was nothing left to do for Alexia besides holding your shaky frame as tears clouded your vision for what felt like the millionth time.

"You'll be okay, bebita. You'll enjoy London, and then you'll come back. I promise, you'll come back."

The both of you knew that there was no way she could ever promise that - Barça's financial difficulties were far too severe to sign you back soon - the most expensive player in the world, currently. When, or if the smoke would clear up, neither of you could know. Still, her words soothed you the tiniest as you held onto the glimpse of hope your best friend gave you as if it was a lifeline.

"Enjoy London, okay?"

You nodded, although you knew that you wouldn't. What good was London compared to Barcelona? What good was the capital of England compared to your lifelong home?

"Vamos, carino", Alexia huffed as she let go of you, gently pushing you towards your gate.

"Call me, okay? ¡Te amo!", she yelled after you as you turned away from her, and the hurt in her voice made a new layer of tears stream down on your cheeks, but you knew that if you looked back at her now, you would never board that plane. If leaving to England was what it took for your club to keep functioning, you would. If playing for Arsenal meant that you would be back in blaugrana one day, you would wear that ugly red shirt and call yourself a Gunner. You wouldn't do it happily, though.

London looked ugly when you flew over it, and London looked ugly when you landed in Heathrow Airport. You had expected people from the club to be there to pick you up, wearing Arsenal clothes and a sign with your name on it. It was apparently standard procedure, as Alexia had told you, though neither of you could really know because neither of you had never left the country to play football if it wasn't with the Spanish national team. What you hadn't expected, however, was Laia waving at you excitedly from across the hall, with two women dressed in the same hoodie as her, one significantly smaller (you guessed she was Kim) and one Leah Williamson.

You had never followed English football much, likely why you hadn't recognized Kim when you'd first searched up your new team on the internet, but Leah was the kind of footballer everyone was just.. aware of.

Admittedly, she was even prettier in real life.

"¡Hola, guapa!", Laia shrieked as you strolled over to your new teammates (the word 'teammate' along with 'new' still left a bitter taste in your mouth), dragging your suitcase behind you tiredly. The plain ride had worn you out - in all honesty, the entire past week had worn you out. Ever since you'd been told that you would leave the club that you had bled for, you hadn't been able to close half an eye.

Still, Laia's excitement was unmatched as she pulled you into a tight hug, allowing your face to sag against her shoulder. You didn't allow yourself to cry anymore, and so you could see Leah and Kim smile at you softly from a few steps behind the other Spanish woman without tears clouding your vision.

Laia continued to speak in Spanish, asking you about the flight, about how the Barça girls were, about how excited she was that you were finally here and she wasn't the only Spaniard at the Arsenal.

If Kim and Leah thought it was rude that they were left out of the conversation entirely, they didn't say so. Still, you pushed Laia off gently, mustering the smallest of smiles you could.

"Hello."

Your English wasn't very good, but even you winced ever so slightly at the realization of how truly cold you sounded. You didn't want to be here, didn't want any of them to show you your new apartment, didn't want them to show you the club, to bring you to training, to give you a red jersey and call you a Gunner.

But you needed to suck it up. Life wasn't fair. And if Alexia's words held any truth, this would merely be a temporal situation.

"Hey", Kim smiled at you. Her English sounded funny, but her smile was more genuine than yours as she introduced herself and Leah. You hadn't needed her to, but it was a nice gesture anyways.

"It's good to have you here", Leah smiled as she gently lay her arm across your shoulder.

"Wanna see your new flat?", you nodded as Leah guided you out of the hall, your luggage left with Laia who strolled behind you alongside Kim.

Leah's confidence and her proximity to you, your side pressed against hers, was making your head spin ever so slightly. You had, admittedly, hoped that Leah, as co-captain and being about to return to the pitch, would understand how badly you didn't want to be at Arsenal, seeing as she bled for the club the way you did for Barcelona. Maybe she could grasp the idea of being forced out of her home, and sympathize with you in the slightest. And it seemed she did, as she pointed towards what you guessed was Kim's car, leaving you and Laia in the backseats as you drove through the city. London was different from Barcelona.

It was slightly less ugly now, with impressive buildings and a few bits of nature sprawled around as Kim maneuvered the car through the streets. It was cold, though, and as you were shivering slightly, Kim put the heat just a bit higher. It was grey, as well. Not a single ray of sunshine was able to break through the barrier of clouds in the sky, and it reminded you a lot of your current mood, though you were hesitant to show it.

Leah and Kim seemed genuine in their efforts to make this transition as easy for you as possible, given the fact that your apprehension to leave Barcelona was a very well known fact. You had dedicated an Instagram post with a very heartfelt caption to your departure, which made it very clear that you did not leave on your own accord.

Their dedication to welcome you, though, made you feel the tiniest bit of unfair. The women were genuinely trying, and they promised you during the car ride, when asking whether or not you were nervous, that the whole team was excited to meet you. Maybe you could try a little bit. Maybe you could enjoy this for the time being.

"Here we are."

You could see Kim's smile through the rearview mirror as she parked her car in front of an old building which you guessed was your new apartment complex. The car had left the central of London around twenty minutes ago, and at your confused expression, Laia had huffed that the club was in North London, not Central London.

"¿Es un poco feo, no?", (It's a bit ugly) you asked Laia as you stared at the shabby building. The walls were grey, and the parking lot was grey, and it seemed like everything in London was just.. grey. Plain.

"¡No, Y/N! Leah vida aquí también", (Leah lives here too) Laia huffed at your comment, shaking her head while chuckling at your statement. You shrugged, ignoring the way Leah and Kim furrowed their brows at your Spanish conversation while climbing out of your seat to retrieve your luggage.

You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the small flight of stairs as well, though Laia offered to do it for you. The two of you hadn't been super close when she'd still played at Barcelona, but you had been quite good friends, and having at least one familiar face soothed you.

"This is it", Leah smiled softly as the four of you stepped into the hallway, following your curious steps into the flat. It was plain as well, of course it was. For the first time since calming down on the plane, you had to fight tears again. The flat was nice, sure. The club had organized a quite spacious place, with lots of room and comfortable-looking furniture. But it was bare. You knew that shopping for furniture would be a hassle in the middle of the season, so you had rented it furnitured.

You missed your green couch, the thrifted, quite antique sideboard, the golden-framed mirror. You missed the framed shirts on your wall, the clothing rack with all of the shirts you had swapped with other players. All of those things were now packed away in a storage room somewhere in Barcelona. You missed Barcelona.

"Es pretty", you mumbled, dropping your keys on the white coffee table and turning around to look at Leah, who was still holding on to your large bag, the Barcelona badge imprinted on it. The look she gave you, eyebrows slightly raised, eyes looking somewhat defeated, told you that you hadn't been able to fool her.

Laia and Kim left quickly, with the excuse of having early training tomorrow and needing to run whatever errands, but Leah stayed.

"I live in the same building, so I could help you unpack if you want?"

In truth, you didn't want her to help. You didn't want her to swoop through your things, eyeing all of your personal belongings, all of the tokens of your previous home that you had left so promptly, but you didn't have the heart to tell her no. So, the two of you got to work, after a small tour through the whole unit, finding the bedroom, the bathroom and another room that you guessed you would use for storage. Your kitchen was small, after all, and it was filled with things you didn't know how to use.

"What's this?", you asked as you held up a scoop of some sort, that you had found while rummaging through your cupboards.

"It's a tea scoop, for making loose tea", Leah explained with a chuckle, taking the utensil from your hand to showcase how one scoops.

"I don't drink tea", you huffed, taking the scoop back and shoving it into the back of the cupboard before closing it a little harsher than you would have expected.

"You're in England now, you're gonna drink tea."

You decided to ignore her comment, instead opening the next drawer.

"I have a microwave", you pointed out, moving slightly to the side so that Leah could look. She was awfully close to you again, and it made you nervous.

"So you can make paellas", Leah snickered, nudging her hips against yours playfully. At that, you turned towards her, taking a shocked step back.

"Joder, you don't microwave paellas! What is wrong with you? Mujer loca", (crazy woman) you exclaimed, nudging her back playfully before diving into the next cupboard. Maybe London wouldn't be as horrible as you thought.

notes: this is baaaaad honestly but we move

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catsfor2 · 1 year

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hit me, part 2

wc: 2.5k, largely unedited warnings: swearing/language, talk of homophobia, physical injury a/n: omg hey. this part takes place directly after part 1. things are starting to happen...!also idk shit about shit so don't come at me for the medical stuff if its wrong :) tags: @elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husbandur-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown

part 1

part 1.5

"So...where are we going?"

"It's a clearing. In the woods." Ellie's hands lazily slide around the steering wheel as she speaks. You could daydream while staring at Ellie for hours. It's relaxing to watch her drive.

"Hm. Are you gonna...kill me there? Or something?" You joke.

"Still deciding."

"Oh my—are you seriously still mad?"

She says nothing, pretending to be engaged with driving.

You let out an irked breath.

"Okay—Ellie, I'm sorry. I was wasted out of my mind. And you look really different. Like, not just in your face. Everywhere is different." You confess, fiddling with the stickers peeling off of her dashboard.

"So do you. I still managed to fuckin' figure it out."

"I—I think I almost did? I remember looking at you and feeling really—confused, mostly. I didn't understand why I liked this stranger so much." You say, vaguely remembering how clingy and overt you acted last night.

"You were confused? I was fucking confused," her head swivels to yours. "a lesbian? That's what you are now?"

"Don't—don't say it like that. I came out like everyone else. You just weren't there to hear it."

Ellie lets out a choked laugh.

"Oh, Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"I wrote you and called you for fucking months. Nothing. A letter a fucking day. Are you listening? Do you know how many letters that is?"

You stay silent. Your hands ball up where they rest on your lap.

"Fuckin' say something! I even asked Dina for your number but you cut her off too! Is there a reason you basically fucking died?"

"I wasn't home, Ellie."

She stills, her shoulders relaxing a touch. She adjusts back towards the road before clearing her throat.

"At...at sixteen? What happened?"

You recall you, sixteen, sobbing and frantic. Tearing apart the letter Ellie wrote to tell you that she left. Wondering why it felt more like a breakup then your actual one did. Cursing yourself over and over and over again for only being sixteen. Your parents cursing Ellie for corrupting you.

"I feel like you can connect the dots." Your voice is just barely loud enough to hear over the droning tone of the car. The only focus you had at this point was trying not to cry in front of Ellie.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm—I'm sorry. Did those fuckers kick you out?"

"No," you sigh. "I just knew I had leave. They're...crazy. I don't know. I'm fine now."

Her knuckles flex and tense over the steering wheel. Her teeth start to bite at her lips. There's a couple more seconds of quiet before she speaks up.

"I wish I would've been there."

You pause, not totally expecting what she said.

"Yeah," you breathe, gazing at the side of her head. "I wished that too."

And that wasn't a lie. Your family instilled a lot on you, mostly turning you away from religion. But then? You were desperate. Painfully, achingly desperate. And completely alone. After you left home, you prayed every single night. A genuine prayer, on your knees and everything. You even bought a $1.50 pocket bible from goodwill. All to aide in your bedtime routine of begging God to make Ellie come back.

She never did. You've been an atheist ever since. You weren't sure if her being here now changed anything.

The silence marinates for a short while longer until you feel the rocky texture of a gravel road beneath the car.

"We're here," Ellie states, throwing the gear in park. She takes a glance at your feet. "and you should've worn better shoes. We have walking to do."

You both hop out of the car.

"Like you couldn't have told me before we left?" You scoff.

"It's more fun to fuck with you later. C'mon," she grabs your hand, tightly clutching it in hers. "there's coyotes and shit around here. Don't be fuckin' stupid and stay close."

You try to will the warmth away from your cheeks. You've never held Ellie's hand before. Even if this doesn't really count as holding.

"Yeah, got it." You force out.

She leads you into the trees, hand warmly on yours, briskly following a mental path she's clearly walked many times.

"I almost got arrested over here," She sighs, far too casually.

"What?!"

"Damn—I said almost, chill." She assures, laughing at your shock.

You lightly slap her shoulder.

"I don't care! Almost getting arrested is still crazy!" You chide, eyes wide and judgmental.

Ellie's always been pretty...rebellious, but a part of you always thought that she'd be smart enough to avoid anything truly consequential. I guess she still is, you think.

"Lemme explain, ok. I was high as fuck, minding my business, when I saw some kids shootin'—a wolf, I think? Maybe a coyote—I saw them just...fuckin' up this poor thing with a—a BB gun."

"Oh my god..." You say, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do shit at first—I thought they'd stop. But they were like—about to kill this thing, I swear to God. So, I...ha..." Her face breaks into a wide smile. "you're not gonna like this,"

"...What. Not gonna like what."

"I pulled my gun on 'em."

"Ellie!"

"It wasn't even loaded, y'know I like to have it with me just in case..."

"They're kids!—"

"Asshole kids. Ok? And it fuckin' worked so—"

"I thought you said you almost got arrested?"

"Jesus—I did. You keep interrupting me—"

"Sorry." You quip, also realizing you just interrupted her with your apology.

"It's—it's fine. Anyway, those fucks called the cops on me after they ran. I found out cause the fuckin' pigs stopped me and asked if I'd seen an 'armed gunman in the area,'" She says, imitating a deep 'cop' voice. "dumbasses had no clue it was me."

You watch as she laughs, amused at her own story. Suddenly, your foot gets caught under a thick root and your arms fly out in an instant.

Ellie's hands hit your shoulders, grasping them upright, causing you to sharply crash into her chest.

"Oh—shit, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." You gasp out, trying to regain your balance while loosening your grip on Ellie's coat.

"No, it's those fuckin' shoes," she rebukes, hands still resting on your shoulders. She immediately takes them off you when she notices. "we're almost there anyway. Try not to kill yourself before then."

Your hand burns at your side, palm itching. Is she going to grab it again?

"Where's 'there'?" You ask, glancing around at the wall of trees and shrubbery encircling you both.

"You'll see. Just stay close." She repeats like before, clutching your hand once again.

You tighten your grip, wanting to show Ellie you're listening.

"Good. Let's move."

The two of you walk for about a mile or so more, before the view steals your eyes and you both freeze.

"Oh—wow, Ellie. This is really pretty," you breathe, entranced by the piercingly vibrant colors and towering mountainous structures.

Her head is turned toward you, taking in your reaction to the sight, instead of the sight itself.

She's must've seen it so many times, you think.

"Yeah, you like it? I knew you would." She tells you, unable to keep the satisfied grin from her face.

"Shut up. I'm still mad you didn't even let me get ready this morning."

"There's nobody here. Who're you fuckin' getting ready for?" She barks, arms wide and gesturing.

I still wanted to get ready for you, Ellie. But obviously you don't say that.

"Whatever. You just did it to be a dick." You mutter, plopping yourself down onto the boulder in front of you.

"Yeah, I did. It's funny when you're mad. You're like a cat." She laughs, sitting down next to you.

"That's toxic. You shouldn't make people mad just cause you find it funny." You chide, crossing your legs over the rock.

"Guess I'm toxic, then." She sighs, carelessly throwing pebbles at your head.

"Was that the plan? Sit on a rock and be mean to me?"

"Truly adorable that you think this is mean—"

"Well it's not nice, that's for sure." You huff.

Ellie shifts so that her body faces yours. Her legs spread out wide, elbows comfortably resting on her thighs.

"I don't think you want me to be nice to you."

Your mouth parts open in surprise, eyes now burning into Ellie's.

"Well that's a lie. I'd love for you to be nice—"

"I think you like when I'm mean to you. I think you...prefer it, actually." She juts, a confident smile forming.

"Yeah, and who told you that, Dina?" You question, crossing your arms as a breeze starts to make you shiver.

"Nobody told me anything." her head quirks to the side. "I can just tell."

It was difficult to keep your composure. There were some things Ellie seemed to know about you that you didn't even know yourself. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and flattering all at once. Your face feels like its melting. You stay silent.

"Oh—am I right? I've totally got you, haven't I?" She asks, enjoying fully the power she seems to have over you and your emotions.

"No." You bite, unwilling to try and say anything else.

You hated how often Ellie was right.

She takes a ball of black fabric from her pocket, tossing it in your lap. It's a hat.

"Put it on. It's cold."

A swarm of bats fly over the both of you, chaotic and eruptive.

"It's gonna be dark, Ellie."

"I know, I know. I was, uh—saving the best for last." She quips, hopping off of the rock to stand in front of you.

It felt kind of awkward this way, Ellie fully standing while you sat. You had to look straight up to meet her eyes. It put your head in whirl.

"What, the tattoo? I saw that already."

"No. Something else," She grabs your hand and places it on the bottom hem of her top. Your heart beats a little faster.

"Lift up my shirt."

Your eyes widen as your hand fidgets. You wait for her to keep talking. She doesn't.

"Um...like all the way?" You struggle to find words. "Or—"

"Lift up," her hand grasps yours, guiding it up. "my shirt."

Fabric shifts and the pale flesh of her abdomen comes into view. Her belly is lean—all hard edges and dense muscle. What catches your eye is the long, winding, angry scar tracing along her hip.

Your brain goes into overdrive.

Traumatic injury, surgery needed... most likely...flexor or... IT band tendonitis? Maybe, what, Bursitis? Something...invasive—a tear? Labral tear? Iliopsoas tear? What the fuck was she doing?

"Street fighting." She states. "It's my job."

Your face is blank. You shakily stand.

"Uhhh—you, you better be fucking with me, Ellie." You stutter out. Unconsciously, you move to trace your finger along the scar, feeling the warped, healed skin. "I mean this is...this is serious. This is...surgery."

"Don't I fuckin' know it," she moves her shirt back down, covering the scar. "took me out of the ring for like, eight weeks."

"Jesus—Jesus Christ. How long have you been doing this!?"

"Not much longer than you've been in school, really."

"So, not long. Is what you're saying." your fingers rake through your hair. "This is...this is fucking crazy."

"It's not that—"

"Dina's okay with this? Really. I really don't see how she could be okay with this, like, at all." You argue, cutting her off.

"She wasn't. I had to convince her."

"And how often do you go to the doctor? Once a week? Or do you pretend like you know how to patch yourself up?"

Her face slightly reddens.

"I—I learned how to do it myself. I know how."

"Oh sure. Did you google it? I'm sure google will save you from a life threatening injury."

"Ok, most of them are not 'life threatening'—"

"You don't know that! Not certainly, at least! Not certain enough to be safe!" You exclaim, voice full of anger, but mostly, fear.

She places a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. She doesn't talk until you meet her eyes.

"Hey. I am fine. The hip thing was a fluke. Honest. Most of the time nothing fuckin' happens." She assures, her other hand rubbing up and down your arm. You must've looked more upset than you'd realized.

"Ok."

"Just, 'ok'? Are we...good now?" Ellie asks, blue eyes still deeply connected to yours.

"Um...yeah..." You say, partly hesitating. Ellie watches you closely.

"I wanna go with you."

Her face lights up in...shock?, you think, a pleased grin shaping her mouth.

"What—really?"

"If you really want to do...this," you bite your lip. "being there is what would make me feel...better...about it."

"Yeah? That's...I mean, I think that's great," She says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "my own cheerleader."

You step backwards, letting Ellie's hands slide away from your body.

"No, not a cheerleader. A fucking medic. So I'm not sitting home worried about you—dying. I can just be there to help if stuff goes wrong."

"I'm happy either way, princess." She gleams.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to make out the shape of her face. The woods are also quieter, amplifying the subtle sounds of you and Ellie. You wonder about the details of your plan.

"Do I have to pay to get in? How does this...work?"

"No, you're set. Pretty girls get in free—it's a club rule. Y'know, good for business and everything."

You thank the sky for it's darkness, as Ellie is unable to see the rosy hue reaching your cheeks.

"Oh. Okay...good to know."

Ellie steps up, and now familiarly, encloses your hand in hers.

"C'mon. It's too fuckin' dark to stay any longer."

You walk out of the clearing, back into the dense foliage of where you came. Your grip tightens.

"So...have you had girlfriend?" Ellie blurts.

"Um, weird question, but," you look away. "no."

"Just...trying to gauge how good of a lesbian you are. Pretty bad, it seems."

"Oh, fuck off. I've been focusing on...school." You retort, fully knowing how lame it sounds.

If you were being honest, it was just nerves. You didn't have to try for a boyfriend, he basically wouldn't even take 'no' for an answer. But with girls? It was like you froze.

"Hey I'd give you some tips but...I don't think they'd really...apply for you, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. Explain it." You demand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying think of a way where it makes...sense. And won't make you mad."

"I won't get mad Ellie. Just say it." You encourage, now more curious than anything.

She stops walking and turns to you.

"Well, it's like...the roles. The roles you can have."

"What...roles...?"

She huffs a laugh before continuing, and positions her hand to point to herself.

"I'm the type that flusters the girl. The...fluster-er, right?"

She walks forwards, getting so close that you can smell the scents of the forest soaked up in her clothing.

"And you," She says, her finger poking your collarbone. "...are the girl that...is flustered. It's a...a dynamic, yeah?"

Your skin heats and all you can do is gaze at Ellie, who's completely enthused with this discussion. She stays quiet, watching your face intently, despite it being so dark.

"You're making stuff up again. I don't even—I don't even know why I let you talk." You utter.

"See? You're doing it already! It's the fuckin' dynamic princess—you know I'm never wrong." She gushes, pinching at your checks and making them even redder.

"This so stupid. And don't call me that."

It was like the world stopped. As soon as you said it, you could see Ellie's brain distinctly remembering you, in that whiny drunken voice, begging. You won't ever forget it. And neither will Ellie, for completely different reasons.

You knew exactly what she was going to say, so you try and stop her.

"Don't. I don't care what I did yesterday. Just—don't."

She sighs, clearly dropping it. Thank god. Her teeth bite the inside of her cheek.

"Whatever you say, princess."

You don't even acknowledge it, just rolling your eyes as you walk ahead. Stray branches brush over your legs and thighs, feeling like gentle scratches. You slow a bit, waiting for Ellie to join you.

And hold your hand again.

Stepping ahead of you to lead, Ellie does just that. The warmth makes you smile, and you let it own your face, bright and wide. You didn't care. It was dark enough.

"Alright. Stay close."

"I know, Ellie."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie fic #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams fic #catsfor2

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sunny1616 · 2 months

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Pressure

Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: During the weigh-in conference rafe's opponent, jj maybank, makes a comment that get rafe riled up.

Warnings: some fighting, cussing, mentions of pregnancy

"Standing at 6'2" and 180lbs, Rrrrrafe CamerON!!" You are seated against the wall of the press area with Rafe's team clapping as you watch your boyfriend being weighed in. You usually don't come to the weigh-ins or other press conferences, knowing how tense they can be. And you would've skipped it since you were 7 months pregnant, but you wanted to be supportive of your partner. After all, this was no regular fight because you were in South Carolina for the biggest event of Rafe's boxing career so far against the infamous JJ Maybank. JJ is no joke, with 19 wins, 0 losses, and 6KOs.

The coverage and attention that this fight is getting isn't something that you're used to seeing and it sometimes makes you nervous. Regardless, you decided to be brave and support your man since it's his first time with so many eyes on him. Though he hasn't admitted it to you yet, you can tell that the pressure is weighing on him. You are concerned but not worried, Rafe is tough because of the pain hes been through in his past with his family. He's the strongest and most resilient man you've ever known.

After Rafe's time on the machine, JJ stepped up and flexed. The MC announced his measurements, and the cameras went off. The conference went on as expected, with small insults and verbal jabs thrown between Rafe and JJ. Nothing serious. But then, just as face-off photo op was about to complete, JJ says something to Rafe that makes him rage and right-hook JJs jaw. The stage turns into a moshpit, and cameras go wild. Rafe's bodyguards try to remove him from the stage, but all Rafe wants to do is get to JJ .

Meanwhile, you stand eyes wide and hands protectively on your bump. Rafe's assistant and one of his bodyguards inch closer to you while watching the scene unfold. Eventually, Rafe is taken off the stage, and the announcer tells the crowd the date of the fight, concluding the event. You are then escorted to Rafe's room. Once inside, you take a look around, trying to spot him amongst all the bodyguards and other team members. You then spot him in the corner, sitting on a cubby bench, talking to his manager and trainer. Both trying to calm him down, which marginally seems to be working because though he is seated with elblows on his knees and listening attentively to the two men, he still has a terrifying amount of fire in his eyes.

As you walk up to him he immediately makes eye contact with you. He then looks to the two people talking to him and signals them to give you two some space. While hes still sitting he pulls you and hugs you around the hips. You immediately bring you arms around his shoulder and scratch the back of his head while giving the top of his head a kiss. After some deep breaths he looks up at you and you down at him.

"Lets go back to the hotel. We dont need to be here for another second."

"Okay, but are you alright? What happened up there?"

Rafe exhales, "i dont want to talk about that right now. That mother fucker should sooner be 8 feet under then in our thoughts." Okayyy so not the time to talk about it then, you say to yourself.

"Alright lets go." You both get into a black escalade and drive 20mins to your hotel. Once alone in your room you take a shower while Rafe orders food and makes some calls. Rafe then goes to shower and u lay on the bed with your robe on too exhausted and filled with thoughts about the event. Just as your deep in thought rafe comes out with his robe on and stares at you.

"Can we talk now?" You say.

Rafe looks at you and sighs and lays down on the bed. He turns to face you and says, "He threatened to take you from me. He said that it wouldn't be hard and that the baby wouldn't want a loser of a father anyway after the fight."

You blank.

"Rafe, that isn't true. You know it isn't. The loser part or it being that easy for me to leave you. This probably isn't the right thing to say, but im surprised that got to you. Tell me why it did."

Another breath, "No opponent has ever said anything about you before. That's always been my boundary. I've also never had to worry about it because all my previous opponents were professional, never made it personal. Ever. And I've been so... mentally off for this whole thing because i was partly raised here. My mom left me when i was here. And with the swarming media and dwindling privacy lately and the underdog card, i just feel so... off. There's so much pressure with this one. And i dont want to lose for the team, and especially for you and our girl."

"I love you, rafe, and no matter the outcome, that will never change. Im not going anywhere, and she won't either. She will be proud and in awe of how strong and amazing you are, just as i always am. And as for the past, that's all it is. It's over. You moved on. Nothing can hurt you here. We and the team support you bc this is your fight. We're here to support you bc we all know that you are better than him. You can prove it to yourself, too, by fighting. For. Yourself." With a soft smile, you reach out and cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone.

Rafe just stares at you in awe. He savors moments like this. He's never felt so lucky. He can never get enough, so he closes the small distance between and meets your lips with his. The kiss emulates love and gratitude. He then pulls you in closer. "I love you, baby. Thank you."

You chuckle and shake your head, "i love you too, bubs. Now come on, the new love is blind episodes come out today we have to see whos gonna get ditched and hitched!" You then kiss his nose and sit up to find the remote. And in lighter air you both happily watch cheesy tv.

Authors note: okayy so this is my first post. Please go easy on me 😅💗

*edited some of it*

#boxer!rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #pregnant reader

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motherofplatypus · 1 year

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I wanna talk about something that i believe it has 50/50 chance that people will agree or absolutely wreck me, but I'm doing it anyway because I've argued about this back then and the amount of people who don't find this problematic is mind boggling. This is about the massive double standard that Adrien has within the fandom. Trigger episode: Multiplication.

I can still remember the oh so infamous scene of Felix from S3. Y'all remember? When he disguised as Adrien, tricking Ladybug, and about to non consensually kiss her? Man, the fandom was on fire that day, calling it sexual harassment and how much people hate him. And don't get me started with the legendary accursed wax statue scene from Puppeteer 2. Man, the writers must be high, drunk, trippy, and wasted when making those episodes. I want what they ate.

So, anyway, Multiplication exist, Mari is done with Adrien, Adrien speedrun his feelings towards Marinette within a day or less, and skipped twenty steps of How To Start A Relationship Like A Normal Person and went on to kiss her without consent, multiple times (is that why it's called Multiplication?). Sounds familiar with what Felix and Marinette did? Although in Marinette's case she doesn't know it was Adrien, but I'm putting her here anyway bcs i can and i want yall to live that moment again with me.

Why are people hating Felix and Marinette for what they did but glorifying Adrien when he did the same thing? I've seen so many people calling it cute or just straight up losing their mind in the sea of shipping and UwU and stuffs. This is a problematic thing in the show that i dont see many people talk about.

"Oh, but kissing is a normal way of greeting in French."

For those of you who gonna use that as an argument (one I've seen multiple times), here's one word you might've skipped when you're reading this post: CONSENT.

Watch that episode once more and tell me if you see anything that shows Marinette is willing to be kissed. If there's any trace of her giving him consent to be kissed.

Find any?

Hugging is also normal, but if you're about to hug someone and they refuse to be hugged, what will you do? Will you come back another day and try to hug them again, or will you not do that again because you respect their boundaries and consent?

Adrien did none of that. He just goes on and on and on for days to come without as much as a little thought that maybe, just maybe, he should stop because Mari is very visibly and obviously not okay getting kissed.

"Oh, but he thought Mari is still into him, because she's been acting all clumsy around him all this time."

Fair enough, but back to the keyword here: consent.

I'll give him a pass for trying to kiss her twice. Once, because like the statement above, and second, because he needs to make sure that Mari indeed refuse to be kissed by him. But he tried like what, four times? We've joked about him being blind, but this is plain idiocy.

And let's talk about Alya too. Girl, your so-called best friend is visibly uncomfortable with the idea of getting kissed, and she also told you why she's done with Adrien. Why on heavens through hell would your action be forcing your best friend to receive the kiss? You're a shameful excuse of a best friend.

"Oh, but Alya has been listening to Mari talking about Adrien non stop, so of course she's gonna make her take the kiss because maybe she wanted something to finally happen between them."

Like i said, she's a shameful excuse of a best friend.

(Lord, i can still remember when Alya holds Mari down, and Adrien just take that chance to kiss her. Good lord, that's blatant harassment.)

Alright, let's just say y'all and the writers are hellbent in having Adrien try to kiss her multiple times, here's an alternative that would've worked: he also kiss Nino and Alya as greetings. That's normal, right? Kiss your homies hello, don't leave others craving for your kiss from those luscious cherry lips. Why isn't he kissing them too if kissing is a normal way of greetings? Just, seriously, the situation would be far, far, far much better if Adrien also kiss the others, because then it won't look like a sexual harassment on Marinette.

Why didn't the writers think of that is beyond me, but these are the same people who make Felix and Marinette scenes in something they always call a "kids show", so it's to be expected.

And so, it has been a piece of my thought. I know some of you will be furious with this, but what's an opinion without some spicy replies. And so, I'd like to hear your opinion. Do you agree, or disagree. Am i being ridiculous with how i perceive this topic. Share your thoughts.

That being said, I'll see you all next time. Byeee.

#why the writers aren't getting sued or reported for how they treated the children in this show is still a mystery #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #mlb #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous adrien #miraculous marinette #miraculous salt #mlb salt #ml ladybug #adrien salt

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xxaraaq · 10 months

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𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮

Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Synopsis | Hobie Brown has listened to you play three times, each time, he falls harder in love

wc | 1342

a/n: I'm simply obsessed with hobie Brown, like he's so fine. But anyways, here y'all go. I also tried new borders and adding synopsis and stuff and honestly I like it, don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

The first time he heard you play was an accident.

Like usual, he had come by your place after dealing with his spiderman duties, or ‘problems the British government are too weak to fix’ as he would say to you time and time again. You had been practicing for an upcoming recital and you had been struggling with the end of it, always gliding your bow too rough or vice-versa. You were so immersed into what you were doing that he couldn’t interrupt, so instead, he sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish.

“Ok, I basically got it do-” you jump, screaming in fear as you turn around to see hobie with a smile on his face, chin in hand. “What the hell hobes’, why’re you just sittin’ there like a creep?!” and he smiles even more, getting up to hold you. “Why’ve you never told me you could play like that?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I have, you’ve just never heard me play before.” You smile, putting your violin back in its case. “You're lying straight through your teeth, you know that?” He jokes, walking around your room as if examining it.

He was half right. You didn’t tell him that you played the violin, but what you did tell him is that you played an instrument, so he can't be mad at that. Besides, if he wanted to hear you play, he could've asked at any time of day and you would've done it.

“Okay okay, you're right. But now you know, so you gonna stand there sulkin’ like a baby or are you gonna come over here and lay with me?” You ask, patting the empty side of your bed. “You know how to change the topic of conversation a little to well for my likin’, you know that?” He says, laying next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

“Yes, now stop bein a little baby so we can watch that show you were buggin’ me about.”

The second time he heard you play, you were on stage.

You had bought him a ticket to the concert hall where you would be performing. He could tell that you were excited to play, which is why he made sure to tell Miguel that he wouldn't be available today.

He walks in, confused as to where to go. So he goes to the closest person he thinks works there; a receptionist behind the desk. “Where do I go to find… auditorium seven?” With a pointed finger to the left, he says thank you and walks off, ticket in hand.

He goes up to row fourteen, picking out his seat from dozens. Sitting down with a deep sigh, he plays with the ribbed scrunchie you had given him months ago. He waits in silence for the recital to start, fatigue almost taking him.

His attention is caught once the lights dim down from everywhere besides the middle of the stage. The pianists go first, and he enjoys it, but it doesn’t really catch his attention. His knee shakes out of suspense as the stage closes for what could've been the twentieth time. The violinists go next, and he gets excited, sitting up straighter in his chair. You told him that you would be the fifth to last one to play, but you didn’t tell him how many people would be playing. So here he was, waiting to see when you would come out from the side of the stage in all your beauty.

The seventh person goes, and now he’s just straight bored. Now don’t get him wrong, he fucked with classical music, he thought it was cool, but he wasn’t all that interested it if it wasn’t you. So when you came out, he was all the more happier.

The audiences’ volume lowered once again, and you put your bow unto the strings. He leaned forward, as if to get closer to you; then you started playing. He didn’t know if it was the fact that he was in love with you, or if he knew that you being on stage meant that this entire was close to being over, but it was as if you and him were the only ones who existed. He could see the passion you had inside of you from the way you played, and it brought a smile onto his features. You had a certain expression on your face that he could only read as a love only you could understand.

When it was all over, you found him through the thick crowd and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Did you see me hobes’?” You ask, taking his hand in yours. “No, I fell asleep. Sorry love.” He deadpans, struggling to hold back a grin as he watches your face drop. “Your fuckin joking babe. Don't do that to me!” You whine, playfully punching him in the arm as he almost doubles over in laughter. “I'm so sorry love, I had to do it.” He sighs, wiping a tear from his eye “Don't get slapped.” You whisper as the two of you walk out onto the crowded street. “What was that?” He teases, bending down to hear you better. “I'm gonna hit you in a second.” You say, pushing his head from yours.

The third time he hears you play, he knows he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

He was making dinner, a simple dish of spaghetti and garlic bread, while you were on the couch watching something that you’ve surely already watched a million times before. He was checking to see if the bread was ready when all of a sudden you gasp loudly, causing him to almost burn himself against the top of the oven. “Shit- what the yell y/n, you good?”

You don’t answer, instead running to your now shared room to get your violin. Curious to see what you're doing, he follows after you. “What idea has your frightening brain come up with that you screamed like a dying banshee?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. “Hobes, you're about to see me flex on something that I’ve been able to do since I was fourteen.” You smile, running back to the living room. “ This should be interesting.”

You unpause the movie, placing the violin under your chin as you get ready to play. The scene unfolding before Hobie Brown is… a spectacle to say the least. You’re currently playing the violin version of the scene from the end of Sister Act 2. The fact that you took the time to learn this more than five years ago is wild to him. But it’s what makes him fall in love with you all the more. You finish, turning to him with a smile that could rival the sun. “Why did you take time out of your life to learn that specific part of the movie, and why did you do it so well?” He asks, confusion written all over his face. “I used to hyperfixate on things for like months a time, and this was one of them.” You say, big smile still painted on your face

“Was the hyperfixation the movie itself, or was it learning songs from movies on the violin?” “It was both, but you can’t lie; both Sister Act movies were nothing but fire.” You say, walking up to him, violin long discarded.

“Sure love, whatever you say.” He takes your hips in his grasp, gently pulling you against him. “What, you don’t think so?” You ask, pressing kisses onto his entire face, effectively making him laugh. “Yes, I do think that both Sister Act movies are good, great even.” He chuckles, pressing one kiss on the side of your forehead. “You know you love me and all of my unusual interests.’ You smirk, walking into the kitchen. “Do I, do I really?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yeah, he’s never letting you go, you sound to sweet to him.

-Nene

#nene #x black reader #x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown atsv #hobie x reader #hobie my beloved #spiderpunk #hobie brown #hobie x y/n #hobie Brown x black reader

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miioouu · 2 years

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8-Public Sex:Krishma Eijiro.

Being a pro hero means that Krishma had to go to so many events, so many meetings. Being the partner of a pro hero means that you'll have to join him everywhere, sit through the many galas and interviews.

And those vip parties were fun at first, you had the time of your life meeting celebrities and befriending them. But at that point, all gatherings started to feel the same, having to listen to boring speeches for the millionth time, having to sip the same wine, having to laugh at the same jokes… It's becoming tiresome and you needed something, anything to pump up your fun.

You obviously weren't the only one feeling that way, Eijiro has grown tired of pretending to smile whenever whenever a camera is shoved into his face. He's really grateful for being able to attend all these events, but to be honest, he'd rather stay at home with you, cuddling on the couch as the TV was nothing but a background noise.

Nothing but a white noise as he would've laid you down on the sofa, pressing your back into the softness of the cushions as his hips would've been pistoning into your heat. Your voice would echo in the room, mixing with the tv, your figure would look so divine under the moonlight and the constant changing colours of the screen…. God he's getting himself worked out, could he even wait for you to get back home?

The answer was no, it's obvious. He lost all ounce of self control the moment you leaned into him, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered "Babe, I'm so bored…" you whined, resting your head on his shoulder. He tried to stay strong, nodding in agreement, but when your hand rested on his knee, your eyes begging him to entertain you, it's like you cast a spell on him, and he can't bur obey you.

His fingers quickly found the slit of your dress, running his hand up your thighs, thankful for the long table cloth they decided to use this evening. Upwards and upwards until they reached their destination, eyes widening when he realized there was no barrier in his way, and when he turned to look at you, there you were with a smile on your face "You could see the edge of my panties, it's really not sexy." And he knew there were other ways to prevent that, but he's not really complaining. His thumb pressing on your clit, languid circles as he tried his hardest to focus on the stage before him, but it was getting more difficult, especially when you started to slowly grind yourself against his digit, begging him for more. He couldn't take it anymore, with a smile he excused himself from the table, heading to the bathroom, you knew you had to follow him, it became a ritual at this point.

So five minutes passed and you decided to "check" on him. Your steps were fast, heels clinking against the floor, but you finally made it. You opened the door to the bathroom, thankful that there wasn't anyone else here, you really weren't in the mood to pretend to be making a mistake. He knew it was you, so he quickly pulled you into one of the stalls before pushing your head into the cold tile of the wall behind, lifting one of your legs on the seat. He didn't take long to undo his belt and release himself from the confines of his formal pants, hurriedly pushing himself into you, he didn't have all the time in the world, he knew that at any moment someone is gonna come looking for him. And so his pace was fast, his hold was rough, and words even rougher "Come on baby, don't got all the time in the world. Hurry up and cum for me, I can tell you're close." He was right, although you haven't been at it for a while, the excitement of someone finding you, the fear of being exposed was adding to the built in pleasure. You could tell he was close too, his words turned into groans, his thrust became erratic and his arm looped around your waist, his fingers finding your clit and circling it again, he wanted to make sure you'd cum together. Your hands pressed against the wall, steadying you, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to keep your moans at bay, but how could you when he was pushing in and out of you like an animal in heat. He sensed that you were about to crack so he swiftly pulled you back, your back arching and pressing into his chest, the hand that was once holding onto your hip and using it as leverage now on your face, squishing your cheeks together before slamming his lips onto yours. This new angle got him reaching spots he couldn't before, it was no surprise that you're seeing stars already, your vision going white as your walls spasmed around him, the action making him follow suit, he painted gour inside white.

Yes, meetings and galas can be boring, but with Kirishima, there is always a way to make it more fun.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #smut #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha smut #kinktober #female reader

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thedarkeyedcaptain · 4 days

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top five people who have brothers? (adolin or shallan, dalinar counts, you count, etc)

I got another very similar ask, so I'm gonna answer this one ranking the ones I like the most as people aka on an interpersonal level

1. Tien (you didn't specify that they have to be alive hehe): I know I was not deserving of him - not then, not now, not ever. I will never not be thankful to the almighty for giving me such a wonderful little brother. I'm not sure I will ever be able to forgive him either. Tien should've had a long long life. And maybe he would've had one, if he'd been born into a different family. If he'd had a better older brother.

2. Rock: self-explanatory. I love everyone in bridge four but Rock was the first one to help me, so he'll always have a special place in my heart

3. Renarin. I wasn't sure how to feel about a light-eyes wanting to join bridge four, and I'm still unsure about it. I know by now he is very genuine about it, but it still feels somewhat....mocking. Doesn't change the fact that he is just a good dude overall. Not too loud or annoying. A bit quiet and awkward but very determined. Moash joked once that Renarin is a bit like bridge four's axhound pup and I'm not sure I can disagree. He's a good kid either way.

4. Adolin. Okay. After many months of trying to convince myself to hate him (and also a few of genuinely disliking him) I can finally admit it. Adolin Kholin.....is a good guy. He's honorable, he's charming, there's a reason he got around so much (and it isn't just his status). Good job Dalinar on raising some pretty solid lads 👍

5. I suppose Dalinar. I am sure that there are more Bridge Four members who had or have brothers, but no one there likes to talk about their past and I can't think of anyone else at the moment. Dalinar is not a friend like all of the above, but he is the only other person with a brother I can think of who I can interact with comfortably. He listened to me regarding my suspicions about Amaram, even despite all signs pointing against it. He allows me to call him sir, even if it is technically a honorific far below his station. It is no surprise his sons turned out so well.

I am sure you are now wondering about why I didn't include Shallan. She has brothers after all - I am very aware of that, considering I killed one of them. That's actually part of the reason. As I already mentioned before this list is about how well I can hang out and chill with them, and things with Shallan are.... complicated. I always feel a bit awkward with her (considering, you know, I killed her brother. And also with how horribly I misjudged her at first glance). I admire her a lot, and I do hope we can become genuine friends, but we aren't quite there yet. She has some views I fundamentally disagree with, which doesn't help. Also, whenever she talks to me I feel like she's somehow...mocking me? like she's telling a joke I'm not in on. Don't like that very much. (Though considering her interactions with Adolin I think that's just who she is as a person.)

#speaking to the stormfather #stormlight archive #interlude #top 5

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bi-bard · 2 years

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We're Just Glad You Could Visit - Martin Imagine (Another Round)

Title: We're Just Glad You Could Visit

Pairing: Martin X Reader

Based On: Orange Juice

Word Count: 959 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Martin gets the chance to reconnect with an old friend. They're talk reveals just how much both of them changed and how much they've stayed the same. All that's left is to accept those things.

Author's Note: I watched this film twice a few months apart and I had dramatically different reactions both times I watched it, so that's fun.

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Sitting in front of Martin again was so strange.

It was this weird pocket of the universe. Time felt both frozen and like it had already flown by.

He looked much older than he did the last time I had seen him. All those years and I never stopped to imagine how he looked now that he aged.

He seemed so put together. A good job and family. So much was solid and stable. Safe. I knew in my heart that my life was also solid and stable, but it was just so different.

Our lives had gone down such different paths.

I looked at the table in front of us. Two cups. One of wine, one of water. It was the smallest, but best representation of us taking sharp turns in different directions.

"Why did you come back," Martin asked after a moment.

"It was just time," I replied. I paused for a moment. "I missed the people here. I missed home."

I missed him. I wanted to admit that, but it felt like that was a step too far. I hadn't been back long enough.

I had wondered about what would've happened if I had come back sooner. Just by a few years.

How different would our lives be?

I had entertained the idea before. I remembered the jokes about Martin and me back then. Jokes about us being inevitable. It was meant to just be a matter of time. I believed that for a little while.

I knew that if I had actually stayed for him, I would've been miserable. The person I was back then was not meant to stay in one place for so long. I would've gone crazy and made Martin's life hell.

In accepting that, I had let him go.

I had accepted that his life had moved past me. He had a family now. A good job. I was happy for him.

"Where'd you go?"

I grinned at his question. I had so many stories for him.

I told him every story I could think of. Good memories, bad memories, the times I was simply an idiot. It was nice to be able to finally talk to him about it all. I never really thought I would get that chance. I remember ranting to him about how much I wanted to travel. He would just chuckle and nod along. I promised to tell him the stories one day.

I finally had the chance.

I don't know how long I had been rambling when I decided to turn the conversation back to him, "Why am I the only one sharing my life story? How have you been?"

"You say that like I have a lot to share," he replied.

"Everyone has something."

His grin twitched a little bigger before he looked from me down to his glass.

"Martin..."

He sighed. "Fine, fine."

I smiled.

"I got married, I had my kids," he started. "I've got the house. The job is going well. Kids today are just so out of focus. They don't want anything that has to do with life outside of their phones."

"Martin," I scolded. "Why would you say that?"

"I've seen it."

"Maybe you need to change your approach."

"How would you know?"

"Because I was constantly bored and it led to more confusion than it was worth," I shrugged. "Would you have believed anyone that told you I was simply not paying attention growing up?"

His voice dropped to a grumble. "No."

"Exactly," I replied. "I'm not saying every kid is perfect, but they deserve a little more faith."

He just nodded.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I hijacked your whole story."

"There wasn't much there."

"Nonsense. Tell me about the wife. And the kids. I wanna know about them."

Martin kept talking for as long as I pushed him to talk. I was so content listening to him. It was so interesting to hear about his life. All the chances and achievements. I adored every detail.

We tend to long for the life we didn't accept.

"I know I'm not nearly as exciting as you."

"Martin, what are you talking about-"

"You saw things, you have funny stories from places I never imagined going, you are happy," he stopped me. "Look at me. I got stuck and I got old."

There was a pause. A beat before I reached over and placed my hand over his.

"Life isn't about what has happened to you, it's how you choose to look at the things that have happened to you," I said. I took a breath. "Existential theorists in psychology are seen as being pessimistic because they describe life as having no predetermined meaning. But people don't consider that they don't believe there's no meaning; they believe that it is our job to construct that meaning."

Martin looked down for a moment.

"You and I simply have different meanings. Doesn't make either one of us wrong."

He looked back at me.

There was another pause.

Two parallel lines were suddenly crossing. Back in contact truly. I was suddenly aware of how long I had spent missing him. I tried to ignore that feeling but I could already feel it eating away at me.

"I wish I had come back sooner," I muttered.

"Why," he asked.

I paused. "I just do."

A grin pulled at his lips again. I grinned back at him.

I didn't want to admit how badly I wanted to see how differently things would've played out if I had just waited. If I hadn't run away. I'd like to think that craving is natural. Wondering about the what if's of life.

I think some part of him knew.

I just wondered if he was doing the same thing.

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youmeshii · 1 year

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han yujin × reader

warning ; she/her pronouns used, the f word is said ONCE, intentional lowercase, not proof read (i wrote this in 40 mins 💀), im younger than yujin i have the right to write this

tags ; no beta we die like real men, friends to (possible) lovers, tooth-rotting-ish fluff, yujin is a living and breathing staring contest bc hes awkward n i love him

a/n ; unfortunately, i will be delaying the publishing of my gunwook fic cause i'd like for it to be the best of the bestest but i wanted to spice up my page a lil bit and coincidentally, i have an awful yujin brainrot. so yujin drabble!!!!!

wc ; 0.6k

hold me close and say you care, 'cause i'm in love with your black hair ♪

"fuck, my headphones died." you groaned in annoyance, yujin's stare bearing into your skull. it would've been okay if it died back at home but on a road trip in the middle of nowhere, you don't have a lot of options.

your eyes travel to his, finally snapping him out of the spell you put on him. "yes?" your head tilts as you ask. he thinks it's the cutest thing he ever saw.

now feeling a little awkward, he looks down onto his bag and starts rummaging through his things. confusion still displays on your face yet you continue to watch his doings.

he pulls out a badly tangled bundle of earphones. "you can use this...?" he hesitated, you almost couldn't tell if it was a statement or not.

you let out a small laugh and his guard finally drops, laughing along with you. sure, he was all awkward and shy around you, but he still cared enough to offer a way for you to continue listening to your music.

"if it wasn't so tangled, i might be able to." you said, remnants of your laugh left on your face and made itself into a wide smile.

his cheeks started glowing with a rosy color as he pauses for a second before trying to untangle his earphones. why is it so tangled? why can't he get it out? this is his only chance!

"need some help there?" he jolts up at your voice and just blanks out. he looked like a child who just got caught eating too many candies. panicked on the inside, completely still on the outside.

you laugh at his still figure. his awkwardness from this whole situation made this so much funnier for you. grabbing his earphones, you test your luck and attempt to untangle it yourself.

"i think you tangled it even more." you joked, swiftly untangling the wires and putting them in their respective places. due to the gods' luck and pure will power, you successfully untangled the earphones.

out of a sudden, yujin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. you turned to look at him and his flushed face. you weren't very close, but it's nice to know he isn't just shy smiles and awkward laughs.

connecting the earphones to your phone, you open spotify and tapped on your most used playlist. on shuffle, you heard one of your favorite love songs.

"oh! yujin!" you called his name, his eyes automatically locking themselves onto you like he has so many times. he always looks at you with so much intent, it was honestly really cute.

"wanna share? one of my favorite songs' playing." you extended your arm to give him one of the earphones, him politely accepting.

he looked at the title, "1999" by beabadoobee. he mentally noted that it's one of your favorites and to listen to it again, of course.

"hold me close and say you care, cause i'm in love with your black hair~" you sang absentmindedly. little did you know, the boy next to you was stunned. he didn't know if it was because of your singing, or the fact that you changed the lyrics.

why did she say black hair? the song clearly said brown hair. he was confused. was it really for him?

the song continues playing as yujin's emotions only grew stronger. somehow, he felt like he was feeling everything all at once. he couldn't explain it, it was too complex.

nearing the end of the song, you hummed the lyrics joyfully. his eyes still boring into you, just as it was so many times before.

you turned to face him, "the lyrics are really pretty, right?" he stared right back into your eyes, a new feeling erupting in him and seeping into the way he stared at you.

"yeah, they're really pretty."

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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hi! could I request something like dream needs reassurance in the relationship, because he sees how good you and George get along so well on streams and he can't stop himself from feeling like you don't love him anymore

Hallo, thanks for requesting!

I've been like avoiding any type of angst like the plague, because my fragile heart can't take it lmao, but this is not to bad

Hoep you enjoy <3

You & I

Includes: Dream

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

He honestly couldn't help it

You and George had been friends for longer then you two had

And if he showed you no interest during those times, what makes it different now? Especially now that you're taken

But the little green emotion inside (out) his head said otherwise

I mean, how could he not be jealous George?

He was so effortlessly handsome and funny, sometimes he's a bit too loud and childish but he still knows how to treat a partner right

Who wouldn't wanna date him?

"I'm out for the day, bye."

The laughs that were currently playing in his headphones while you two talked about an inside joke were just mocking him and adding more salt to the wound

He had never left a call like that. He would usually keep the conversation going until one of them inevitably fell asleep on call and the others decided to call it a day

So you followed plan B, you showed up at his house

Your first thought was obviously to call him. But knowing Dream, whenever something is going through his mind he'll ignore everything until it inevitably goes away

Mind you it was 2AM when Dream abruptly left, so, yeah

He couldn't leave you out there in the cold. You were so stubborn when it came to him, so he knows you wouldn't just let him be

And here you two are. On the couch. You starring daggers into Dream's head in hopes of reading his mind and understanding what's going on, while Dream tried not to let his insecurity show to you because he didn't want you to think that he didn't trust you

"You're gonna tell me or...?"

"I have nothing to say. I told you, I was just tired"

"Yeah, no, we both know that's not what's happening. Spill it."

"Why can't you let it go?"

"Because you're my boyfriend and I'm obviously worried about you, idiot. You think I would drive at 2 in the f*cking morning for anyone else?!?"

Your outburst to him felt like a slap in the face. Like an alarm telling him to "wake the fuck up and not listen to his jealous side"

You were here for him. To make sure he was okay. Because you were dating him. How more obvious did this have to be?

After a moment of silence the man spilled everything out. His worries about you and George, how he felt George would've been a better partner, how you two had more history, ect.

You couldn't help but feel guilty for getting mad at him before. Maybe you should've payed more attention to Dreams feelings

But you both knew that no one was really in the wrong here. It's common for people to feel jealous of other people's closeness, especially if they have more "history" then the other. That's why it's more important to focus on making new memories

You held Dreams hand, giving him a grip of reassurance and a small smile

"You know those stupid tik toks, where you question yourself "In a room full of people, would they still choose you?". Well, I would always choose you. I don't care how long we've known eachother or how many things in common we have. Even if we were as opposites as we could be, I'd still choose you. Nothing will come between you and I, Dream. Because I'll love you always"

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream #dreamwastaken #dream blurb #dream x reader #beeblurbs

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ghoooooooooooooooost · 23 days

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ok my opinion now that i finished y8's story (spoilers)

tldr; overall it's a flawed but better end for kiryu than 6 imo. n ichiban is there <3 don't play this as your first yakuza game please don't you will get so much more out of this if you actually know who tf anyone is

it wasn't as awesomesauce as it seemed like it was gonna n it fell into the usual rgg problems - while surprisingly fixing a big one

kiryu's story effected me a lot 🥲 while ichiban's was just mostly "well i get to see ichiban yay". not to say i didn't care at all lmao the hawaii plot definitely still had it's strong moments (especially the scene w chitose after the bryce boss!!!) it just didn't hit the same overall

positive: KIRYU. i honestly loved most of the kiryu stuff. letting him look back outside of traumatic flashbacks.... letting him have a nice time..... giving him all these new friends that won't die on top of reassuring him that his old connections are still alright.... getting his ass punched by akiyama lmao. it really makes you realize how weird of an ending y6 would've been if that was truly kiryu's last game. so nice to finally be able to acknowledge previously tossed out characters/story beats in-game. seeing shinada mentioned… i cheered (i wish he was actually in there tho). on the hawaii side: tomizawa n chitose r sooooo good i didn't even think i'd end up liking chitose but i lov her.... n ichiban is the ichiban as usual

n the main villains don't die this game!? they're expected to live w what they did, even the evil cult leader!?!? kiryu's line abt not being able to change anything if you're dead wow wow wow hearing that after the prev games where a lot of them die even when they were able to change wooooooow. the pre-credits ending was sooooooo strong. I LUV KIRYU :( :) :(

<3 the tweaks to gameplay were nice too + it was a very pretty game

it had to grow on me but i like kiryu's y8 look a whole lot it's very nice n goes well w his softer expressions

negative: not as well optimized for pc (or in general) as y7 it feels like? i already said i liked kiryu's plot more than ichiban's... yeah. pretty mad that hanawa died but whatevar i guess... i understand saeko's conflict w ichiban but don't really like how they wrote her at times it made me kinda frustrated. esp w the joke at the end. really the whole y7 party took a step backwards in some ways (tho they're still great mostly) it's just saeko got it the worst. also i really don't like how long they took to get me to actually like yamai bc his reason for being in hawaii was constantly in the back of my head n then at the very end after all the fun stuff already happened they were like "actually he didn't try to assault her she framed him" fuuuuuuck you at least tell us that way earlier instead of suddenly detouring in the penultimate chapter. "well they had you warm up to him so you'd know something was up! they wouldn't make an sa-er likable!" listen. listen. i love rgg but if you think i trust them w women.... n if you think i forgot y4......... i didn't realize they still had the dating thing from 7 in there either till i saw someone else mention it n i refuse to touch it :/

too many blonde blue eyed white ppl in the substories wtf why do they outnumber the natives

my one gripe abt the kiryu side is that we didn't get to see him actually reunite w haruka n haruto IN GAAAAME BEFORE IT ENDED. LIKE WE KNO HE WILL BUT I WANTED TO SEEEEEEEE ON SCREEEEEEEN

my current ranking:

y0 = y7 > y3 > y5 > y8?? (not entirely sure bc its like. the highs n lows are so drastic) > kiwami 1 = y1 > kiwami 2 (don't get mad at me) > y6 (doooon't get mad at me i started liking it less when 8 was announced) > y4

gaiden not there bc its a short side game but i liked it so i'll mention it. didn't play the og y2 </3

#text post #pk gayming #super text heavy in there

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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i wanted to comment on your response to the person who mentioned ‘it hurts me’. it wouldn’t let me, i guess it was too long😭 but here it is☺️

i agreeeee, your series always come to mind when i hear this song & yes yes to the grunts in the 68 version! i loveee that part. honestly, i prefer the 68 version of a lot of his songs. & i agree the change in his voice somehow brought so much more passion to it. ‘love me’ is one that i adoreee & there’s the part towards the end when he sings “if you ever go, darling i’ll be oh so lonely” but instead of just singing it normal he goes “i’ll be oh oh oh oh so lonely”. i’m sure yk what i’m talking about lol but it’s something about that part i love & don’t get me started on ‘trying to get to you’. the 68 live version EATS the original😭😭 i found another live version of it from june 21st 77 that’s also realllyyyy good, my fave one(crazy to see how amazing his voice still was w the condition he was in at that time) i’m not sure if you heard it but you should check it out!

DARLIN' let me tell you, the '68 versions of Trying to Get to You and Love Me have consumed my SOUL for a long time now and dominate my repeat EP playlist. I feel like he just put his whole ass self on the line in '68 and just gave it every ounce of what he had in all the ways--vocally, emotionally, musically, sexually--everything is just amazing. But those two, in particular, (plus One Night) have a quality to them that is just unspeakably wonderful and sexy as hell. I absolutely LOVE that we have the videos for those performances because he was just a MASTER at working the audience/camera in such an effortless way, it's unparalleled really.

I hadn't heard/seen the '77 version of Trying to Get to You, so thank you for recommending it! I will be totally honest that it is soooo hard for me to watch anything from '77 (or really anything after '71) because it makes me just so damn sad and he was so incredibly ill, BUT I am continuously amazed at the quality of those last couple performances when I do listen/watch. This one is a great vocal performance. I also loved his joking around at the beginning--his sense of humor was there till the end!

To get a little technical and nerdy, I truly think it is a physical miracle he was able to produce that kind of sound with what his body was going through. I mean, maybe he was having a good day, and for certain he was falling back on years of experience, but holy shit. Any one who sings knows that it takes a lot of effort with your diaphragm and lungs, and we know that between his megacolon, COPD, and state of his heart ALONE, the pressure on those systems had to have been immense. I'm just flabbergasted that he was able to hit those higher notes in chest voice with that kind of power in '77.

What's even more interesting is that his speaking voice is really thin and nasal here, all up in his face, likely because of those physical pressures and it took less effort to speak that way, but in the later 60's and early 70's his speaking voice was deeper, even when he was out of breath. So when he comes out with that power (even though it's a bit more nasal than before), it's really surprising! And he's still super dynamic with the cry in his voice and the way he's using slides so effectively, it's truly a feat.

Elvis was never a technically "perfect" singer and I'm glad for that because he did so many cool things vocally that made him the incredibly unique vocalist that he was. However, I would have LOVED for him to have just even a little more training because the potential he had in his range was immense, which you can really hear in the later years in the way his voice became so operatic. If he'd been well and lived longer, I can only imagine the amazing stuff he would've produced, considering that he was running on empty in '77 and did THAT (and don't even get me started on Unchained Melody 😭).

It is fascinating since we have many recordings/performances throughout his lifetime of the same songs to hear the changes in his voice. I love that we can compare and analyze them. What a gift he was!

Good LORDY, I rambled here, I'm so sorry! Anyway, you have wonderful taste and thank you for the rec, baby!! 💜

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: By the time you’re reading this I’ll be on a beach listening to my favorite podcasts I’m manifesting bliss -Danny

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xvi: Back To Work

Cat had the irking suspicion that Clint's idea was not far from the truth, perhaps she needed to make up her mind for once and stay, without no one telling her what to do. She'd been a good hero once, she could be it again.

"Do you think that the tracksuits were after anything else at that auction?"

"I don't know, I was pretty focused on Jack and Armand..."

"It's pretty upsetting to think there might be stuff from the Avengers Compound floating around out there, don't ya think, Cat?"

She looked at him with surprise. "I don't know, there was a lot of Stark tech and suits... but uh... Most of the stuff was Steve's and mine. Everyone else lived out of the compound, remember?"

"I lived there for a while, and so did Lang."

"Oh yeah, Lang and his super ultra-secret weapons we never knew about," Cat scoffed. "I was on a mission last year, the only mission I had as an agent if we don't count Spider-man's fiasco in London, and I don't count that, obviously—"

"You went on a mission with Spider-man?" Kate asked. "That's awesome!"

"That's not the point," Cat brushed it aside. "We recovered most of the stuff, so maybe the Ronin suit was the remnant. If anything, it's been years, we can't do much."

"Maybe we can," Clint nudged Kate's shoulder. "You still think Jack is involved somehow?"

"Yes, there's too many coincidences! He was at the auction that night, and yesterday he offered me a butterscotch!"

Clint glanced at Cat with confusion. "Not exactly a crime..."

"When I tried to stab his face to prove he was lying, he parried like a pro."

"You tried to stab your mom's fiance?"

"It sounds like you're the murderer here," Cat said.

"No no, he has everything to gain from Armand's death," Kate insisted.

"The Jack thing is weird. I get it. But it's not exactly airtight."

"Right! Which is why we need more evidence!" Kate agreed. "And why we're gonna sneak into my mom's penthouse!"

"What?"

"We can get into her company's files, Bishop Security has a huge criminal database! There's gotta be info on the tracksuits and Jack in there!"

Clint could only stare at her, but it was harder to render Cat speechless. "If I were the director of a company specializing in security, the first thing I'd do after meeting a guy would be to check his criminal records."

"You read my mind," Clint agreed.

"Jack... What's his full name?"

"Jack Duquesne."

Cat laughed. "I know that guy! He's a puppy, Kate, you must be confused—"

"Don't be condescending, okay? I know what I'm talking about," the girl pouted. "Let's just try it my way once, and if it turns out you're right I promise I'll leave him alone. Happy?"

"Oh no, but I am amused," Cat winked at her.

Kate looked away, as upset as she was flustered.

"Holy shit! If your family turns out to be innocent, I know which Christmas party I'll be crashing!"

"Jeez, this is a home?" Clint stepped out of the elevator and looked around the Bishop's place.

"Yeah, uh, my great-great-great-great grandfather built the building," Kate pointed at the ceiling. "I tried to swing from that very chandelier and broke my arm. So uh, yeah, pretty impressive family, all the way around."

"My great-great-great-great grandfather could kick your great-great-whatever's ass," Cat joked. "He was a Skrull so perhaps your old man would've died of shock had he met him."

Clint looked at her. "That is exactly what we mean by unprompted batshit stuff."

Cat followed Kate to the living room, or at least what she guessed was a sitting area, whatever it was, big and fancy. She'd never liked those kinds of places, she could do the Avengers compound only cause it wasn't designed to be luxurious and elegant. It was huge, yes, but mostly practical and simplistic.

She had this clear memory of the movie nights with Rocket and Pietro, and the one time she'd shared beers with Nat and Steve— the training sessions with Harley, and the history classes with Kurt...

Something moved, but not in the room they were in.

"Someone's here."

Clint left the room at her warning, Cat followed him out. The man was about to enter a new room when a sword stopped him from stepping forward, Cat yanked him back and was about to grab her taser spear when Kate pushed both of them behind her.

"Jack, no!"

"What the hell is going on?" Kate's mother showed up. "And why is there an Avenger in my dining room?"

"Hi," Clint smiled, Cat waved trying to look innocent.

"Oh, my God!" Jack exclaimed. "You're... you're archer!"

"Hawkeye," Kate corrected.

"Clint," the man clarified.

"It's the branding issue, I'm telling you."

"Not the time..." Cat muttered.

"And who are you?" Kate's mother asked her.

Kate looked between them with a startled expression. "Right. Well, she's—"

"Kate's girlfriend," Cat said.

The archer turned to look at her with wide eyes, and mouthed "WHAT?", Cat approached shyly.

"We... we've been together for a while and she said I could come... I hope it's okay?"

The woman was so surprised she forgot about Clint for a moment. "I... Hi! What's your name?"

"Cat Maxwell," she pushed her sunglasses up revealing a sweet pair of brown eyes. "Nice to meet you!"

"Sorry I didn't tell you about this, mom," Kate glanced at Cat. "With everything that's happened since I got here I just..."

"It's okay," the woman brushed it aside. "Of course you can stay, we're happy to have you. I'm Eleanor, this is Jack."

"Hi," Cat smiled.

"So," Eleanor looked back at Kate. "That explains her, but why is Hawkeye here?"

Kate looked over her shoulder at Cat, but she just smiled in return.

"Why don't we take a seat?"

"Someone used my laptop to sign onto my work account ten minutes ago. Any thoughts, Kate?" The woman looked at them. "Hawkeye? Cat?"

"You'll never get anything outta them. See, CB-One has trouble opening up—"

"Nobody calls me CB-One," Clint retorted.

"Just trying something new there for a second," she faced her mom, "probably some early childhood thing. He thinks he doesn't tell me much but he ends up telling me all of it."

"I tell her nothing."

"Yeah, I think it's cause I'm generally pretty chill, you know? I'm not like, 'Oh my God! Hawkeye!"

"Definitely not chill."

"C'mon, Mr. Barton," Cat intervened. "Kate is put together, she'd be about to die and still sit there talking about bows," Kate glared at her. "You just give off that vibe, honey."

Cat got out of the awkward family reunion by telling them she'd promised to visit a friend in town. Kate offered to walk her out and while they were waiting for the elevator she got closer.

"What was that?"

"The thing where I called you honey, or Clint admitting you guys are working together?"

"The part where you're my girlfriend," she raised a brow. "We could've just said you were a friend."

"People do stupid things during the holidays, like bringing strangers to their homes to try and prove that they're happy or whatever. You get it? If I were a friend, and you didn't know basic stuff about me, that'd be suspicious. This is better."

Kate tilted her head. "Maybe."

"I'm gonna leave you to deal with the scolding waiting for you back there, and I'll find Clint to talk about the things you guys found— good luck!"

The elevator's door opened and she stepped inside. Kate stopped the door from closing. "Okay even if it was a good idea, you promised Clint not to flirt with me..."

Cat laughed. "I'm not! The last time I went out with someone like you, I was bored to death. I gotta give it to you, though, no one's been this eager to get my attention."

"I'm not eager," Kate looked away. "But if I were interested..."

"Would be wiser to stop, princess," she put the sunglasses back on. "I break hearts for sport and yours is not strong enough to take it."

"You know, for someone who got dragged into something they didn't wanna do, you look pretty happy..."

"Don't get it twisted, Bishop, if I'm smiling it's only because I want your mom to think I'm a charming young lady— none of this is fun for me."

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just call me.

semi-tsundere!minho

warnings: none

the walk back to campus would've been short, if it wasn't for the uncomfortable presence of your ex right beside you.

normally, you would've found any type of silence comforting, you would have even preferred it actually, but unfortunately your ex-boyfriend didn't get the memo, and had even got the extra (unnecessary) mile of walking you back to your class after bumping into you during lunch at your favourite, just across the street.

at first, you thought he was just being nice, being a little formal as it's been a while since you two have hung out, but apparently he wasn't, and was genuinely planning to walk you back as if it wasn't making you uncomfortable. after you had voiced out that it wasn't needed, at all. yet here you were, passing through the usual crowd of people with your arms wrapped comfortingly around yourself as you smiled at students you recognised. some who lounged around campus, sitting on the steps and some walking out of their class to sleep in the library -- it was a normal thing.

except for the fact that you noticed a figure making their way up to you, hands tucked coolly in their pocket as they effortlessly slung their leather backpack on one shoulder.

"you got a minute?"

the somber tone you've known minho to have is now hidden behind a more serious one. your ex halts whatever it is he's blabbering on about, staring at you then the raven-haired boy who patiently waits for your answer, not showing any emotion on his face to hint how he's feeling.

"dude, you mind? we were in the middle of a conversation."

in the midst of your surprise, you turn to minho to watch his reaction, but all he does is let out a heavy sigh and lazily turns to face the boy next to you.

"my bad, i thought for it to be considered a conversation there would have to be two people, talking." all you can do is watch the exchange by the side, glancing from one boy to the other. minho smiles sarcastically, then turns back to you, "do you have a minute?"

"i-i," you compose yourself, "i do."

"see," minho turns back to the boy who you once dated during sophomore year. "this is how it's done. see you, dude."

before you can register what is going on, minho subtly slips his calloused hands into your softer ones, trying to ignore the fact that your hands with his, do fit so perfectly together.

you let minho pull you away, taking note of how gentle he's being even when his face shows nothing but pure annoyance of the presence of your ex. when he reaches the quieter side of campus that you're familiar with, he let's your hand go. the both of you stand quietly together, -- this silence, although unexpected, was bearable -- comforting even. you were unsure of what to say. you're not used to seeing minho pull such a stunt, especially out in the open when he had made it clear many times, that he wanted to keep your friendship with him a secret.

something to do about having to introduce you to too many people if he were to start hanging out with you, which you found amusing since minho had a handful of friends he could tolerate.

he wasn't fond of most people here.

"you were with him," he finally breaks the silence. "why?"

minho doesn't sound judgemental or harsh, in fact he sounds more concerned.

"with him?" you echo back the question, already being able to see minho roll his eyes despite his back still facing you. "it wasn't deliberately... we bumped into each other at Haven and he offered to walk me to class."

"and you said yes?" he finally turns to look at you, eyes carefully scanning your face to see if he's crossing the line.

"no," you sigh. "i said no, but he insisted and then waited 'till i was done so he could pay for my lunch too." you say with deep regret.

minho listens; he nods. he lets it all sink in until suddenly, he rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"well," he shrugs. "if he tries doing that again just call me."

you furrow your eyebrows. "i thought you didn't like talking on the phone--"

"-- i changed my mind." he says nonchalantly, trying to brush it off but you notice the change in demeanour and bite back a smile. "i'm making an exception, alright? if there's an emergency or anything; just call me."

you’re a little stunned, “you consider this as an emergency?” the bored look he gives you makes you rephrase your sentence, to ask him something else.

"what if you don't pick up?" you genuinely ask.

minho wasn't the best texter, so you couldn't imagine how he'd be like with phone calls.

"i will," he says a little too quickly. "i mean, i will. just text me beforehand or something," he scratches the back of his head before clearing his throat and once again, avoids eye contact.

"lee minho, are you going soft on me?" you tease, deciding to use the moment right now to joke with him before you two part ways and go back to acknowledging each other with quiet nods around campus.

"you wish," he exaggerates a scoff, trying to cover up the pinkness of his cheek with his carefree attitude but he doesn't think he does a good job with it. not when he sees the cute smile you have on your face. "stop having shitty exes, then maybe i wouldn't have to be doing this."

"sure," you respond mockingly. "maybe you should try finding the right guy for me then, you know, since i have shitty exes." you quote with a roll of your eyes.

minho had his own share of ex girlfriends too, some you weren't sure how they ended up with him, but still, he was always picking at your somewhat horrible taste in men. for what reason, you aren't too sure.

"like you'd take my advice," minho scoffs as you two start walking back to the main area.

as you two reach a crowd, you're ready to do what usually do which is, walk away from minho, pretend you didn't see him and continue on with your day. but when you make your usual turn and still feel minho's presence next to you when you start walking up the steps to your class, you raise your eyebrows at him.

"what?"

"this isn't part of the arrangement?"

"what arrangement?"

is he being serious.

"the one you made about us not being seen together? now shoo!"

minho stifles a laugh at how you try to get rid of him as if he's one pesky fly, but shakes his head instead. he places both of his hands onto your shoulders then directs you to to your next class, which you coincidentally have together.

"i guess i changed my mind," he grins. "let's go, you're gonna make us late."

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author's note: can you tell i absolutely missed writing, and posting? :,) hahah but! again, i hope you enjoyed this and if you've read this far; thank you so much x

written roughly under an hour, so i apologise if it isn't any good, again.. but if there are any errors i'll try to fix them asap!

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