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controld3vil · 7 days

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chaotic duo

pairing(s): dune cast x actor!reader (platonic), oscar isaac x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: even your on-screen son can't deny how delightful his on-screen parents were.

notes: absolutely no shade to jessica ferguson i adore her too much. reader is considered to have fem pronouns. ALSO ive been feeling iffy about trying to write for dune characters?? personally, although i love writing these actor!reader stories, writing for the actual characters i feel would be more challenging. dune's still pretty new to me but i kinda wanna give it a shot if i can make a good storyline T-T

It all started with the Dune Cast Q&A brought together by Nerdist. Timothee Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve had just finished chatting with the host, Stephen Colbert about their perspectives on Paul's character. Much emphasis had gone on the young actor's performance. And Denis's decision to cast such a well-experienced one.

After finishing up their last question together, Stephen decides to introduce two additional members. "Timothee let's bring out the man and the woman who play your parents, Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica." A transition between screens to display your camera view and Oscar's. He introduces both your names.

"Hi!" You grin at the camera, comfortably leaning against one of the arms of your chair. Similar to everyone else's backdrop, yours was pitch gray, covering all but your silhouette and chair.

"Hey Stephen," Oscar greets at ease, as you proceed to wave to each of the people seen onscreen.

It cuts immediately to the host gesturing in continuation for a question. "Tell me and the audience about Duke Leto Atreides. What do we need to know?"

"He's the father and human. I think that's the biggest thing and uh under incredible pressure to save his family. Save his house but to adapt to this new existential threat situation which is moving to this strange planet," Your fellow costar puts into short. Short and concise was what was expected.

Content with his answer, Stephen moves the attention to you. He calls out your name, eagerly. "Rereading the books uh- right now, I am struck by how much of the story- uh the backstory and the action story is driven by the decisions Lady Jessica makes." A smile grows on your face, knowing how much fun was a character to play for you.

Along his last few words, you find yourself nodding in agreement. "I'm impressed with that you, Stephen actually read the books again!" An instant grin comes from the said man. "But it's all applause to Denny- he highlighted this from the book. In the film, her decisions basically create, fractures and disrupts everything."

"Best parents ever," In a low whisper, Timothee murmurs and the five of you burst into short chuckles and snickers.

"The best you could ever have!" You clapped your hands together, shaking them above your head in victory. And when the screen expands to show everyone's reactions, the audience can noticeably pinpoint Oscar's playful eye-rolling.

Another fun interview you had the pleasure of sharing was with Grazia UK. It was in a more comfortable setting. With you and Oscar in a lounge room, with the Zoom camera on. While the female interviewer complimenting a kind smile.

"Can I ask you something," Not within a second of the conversation, you rose up with a peculiar question. "Do you remember his beard?" Your costar beside you, looks away in disappointment. Even raising his hand to emphasize his discouraged state.

"A bit yes..."

"Yeah,"

"Yes!"

"Why? It was an impressive beard," Sort of clueless really, the interviewer says, of why you wanted to the topic up.

"Yeah, it was impressive!" Oscar looks back and forth between you and the camera, directing towards the woman on the other side. While you shriveled in embarrassment, leaning your head behind his shoulder, with a few snorts of laughter. "She doesn't even remember if I had a beard or not in the movie! She just saw it."

"Quite a prominent beard!"

"Yes yes, well I can remember so much," You chaste, leaning closer, locking eyes with your costar. Threatening really in a playful way.

"We shot together for a few months! How could you not remember?!" He exclaims, raising both his hands in the air in exasperation. You puff, adorning a pouty-like look.

"I work with what's in front of me," you turn to address the interviewer, pointing at Oscar accusingly. Because much contrast to what he looked months ago, he no longer had that impressive beard. He was clean-shaven, much to your display.

Next to you, Oscar scoffs. "Apparently not!" Bumping shoulders with you as you fought back, poking him many times obnoxiously.

You both later discussed a provoking quote referenced multiple times from Dune posters. Fear is the mind killer. Truly a simple yet intriguing phrase that fitted well with the film. And in generally, you and Oscar compared each others quotes from personal experience.

"I guess you could combine them together," Taking a sip out of your glass, you eyed at Oscar. He hums back and smooths his hands comfortably down his hips.

"It will pass and love prevails!" He cheerfully expresses. Even from afar, the interviewer can notice how much fun you two were having with the question.

"Right and, it plays perfectly with the film," You add onto your little spiel, nodding as you go, "Besides the fact that- you know, fear is the mind killer."

The male actor lets out a long sigh. "Makes you forget how violent the movie is."

On the other side of the screen, the blonde interviewer shrugs her shoulders. "Well- it's only included in small parts in the movie."

It was your turn to hum, dragging out the M sound. "I think maybe the film focusses too much on romance."

A caught off cough comes from Oscar as he tries to his best to dismiss his your sarcastic comment. "I feel like there should've been more of it."

"Really?!" The shot pans to your exaggerated shocked gaze. You then turn to look at the interviewer. "He has no idea how to write a movie." Instantaneously the male actor bursts out laughing, shaking his head back and forth in little denial. Even you couldn't hold it together and giggled a little.

"You play Timothee's parents so spent a lot of time with him. What is the most interesting thing we do not about Timothee Chalamet?" The interviewer prompts, having their arms supported on top the their desk with pure keenness.

Pursing your lips together in concentration, your attention turns towards your partner. "Well coming from me- I mean I don't know if people know this about him or not- but he's very open hearted." Oscar continues, "And me, having to play his father- hence the beard!"

"Ah!" Giving more emphasis, you raised your brow in recollection.

He goes on comparing the analogy of having to play Duke Leto as a powerful leader of a House. Without his people and court, he wouldn't resemble much of an prestige leader. However Oscar later mentions that Timothee's performance was the catalyst to their relationship look authentic. He is young yet incredibly sympathetic towards what's to be done for the film. His time with both of you really sold your relationship as a family, you'd think.

"So that's a very generous thing to do for a young actor. And I was impressed and admired that," In the background, you can be heard mumbling in agreement. Your partner shifts his posture, facing and expecting you to go next.

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at him before focusing strictly at the Zoom camera. "I think for me, to have a young actor like him- he's very driven about it all. When he's on and off screen, Timothee's just focused- he's very serious and concentrates heavily on what Denny says- and I can say I respect that." You punctuate your point, tapping lightly on your knee. "And I play his mother you know, and I try to accommodate with that. I play along and we work until we find a good rhythm with each other." The older woman on the screen seemed enamored by your compliments regarding your costar. Yet her eyes quickly makes it's way to Oscar, sitting quietly and listening to you ramble.

His laidback posture showed how greatly he took your words in. You grab your glass and take a quick sip before hearing him say, "We raised him well." Taking your hand in both of his as a sign of pride.

A delightful chuckle comes from both you and the interviewer while your partner gives a satisfied grin. "We really did!"

The media did not need proof to know of your enjoyed time during the production of Dune. In fact, multiple vlogs and documentaries about the film had fans and viewers alike become fond of your positive and laid back attitude about it all. Despite playing a calculating character such as Lady Jessica, you were nothing of serious when on screen with your costars.

"Welcome to Arrakis!" You popped into frame, wearing an exquisite dress, costumed by one of the designers. It was golden yellow with chains running down from the bottom half of your face to your chest. A faint veil covered your head but for right now, you had it placed on your hair. You spread your arms with anticipation for the cameraman to pan around your surroundings. "It's sunny today so I think we'd be out here for some time." You moved extremely close to the camera, before moving out of the frame to the side.

Abu Dhabi was bliss. The production and crew worked diligently day and night working in the deserts. And on this particular day, most of the cast had been present as well for the introduction of House Atriedes on Arrakis.

A few shots slowly pans from the crew's tents and Denny far into the sandy mountains as he speaks with Timothee. Another shot slyly captures you showing Josh Brolin an unknown video, sideways. Which somehow made him cackle very enthusiastically, holding his stomach to air as you quickly pat his back multiple of times. In all, everyone of the cast members were having a blast in the dry outskirts of the unknown.

"Hello," Brolin pops in another clip where he stands, wearing the Atreides armor. Under a massive shade area, a few people can be spotted in the background, moving equipment and conversing with others. From afar, the people filming the documentary can be heard presenting a few questions for him to touch upon. "Ah what do I think about Lady Jessica being played by," He says your name sincerely.

The video cuts to you having a conversation with your on and screen husband. A hand covering above your face to shield yourself from the sun, while Oscar tries to move where the light is hitting you as the best he could.

"I mean a phenomenal actor like her playing in that kind of role is guaranteed to have an amazing performance. She's- We've known each for a long time since Sicario and with Denny," The male actor softly grins, staring at where you were. "But Oscar on the other hand, eh- not so much." His tone becoming monotonous, as if the shift in topic was distasteful to the touch.

"Whatcha say, Gurney?!" A scream echoes and it's Oscar, cupping both his hands into an O.

The older actor couldn't keep it together before breaking into frivolous giggles. "Nothing, my lord!" He takes one last glance back before seeing you give him two big thumbs up with a silly smirk. "No in all seriousness, those two are just the best! You can never have a bad day with them."

Another prominent section in the video fans adored was with the actors that played Duncan Idaho and Dr. Liet Kynes. This time they are situated in what looked like the structure of Arrakeen. Where all ornithopters were supposedly stationed and the introduction of Dr. Kynes.

"They're so mom and dad," Jason Momoa shaking his head playfully with his hands clamped together. Both him and Sharon Duncan-Brewster wore still suits unlike many other extras who wore Atreides armor. "I mean- they're playing Paul's parents- but in real life it's just so different."

"Definitely more chaotic," Brewster jumps in, earning a hum from her costar. "They act nothing like them."

A cool shot from different location displays you in a dark with Timothee. It was the scene after Paul is put to test to by the Reverent Mother. It was a chilling scene yes, but in post production, many realize how unprofessional you sometimes were even in the most serious times.

The cameras were not live however the film crew were about to pan to you gesturing back and forth with your on-screen son. It was a interactive and intriguing conversation you both were having. You looking in purely engaged with what the French actor was saying. After a few sentences being spoken, it looked as though you chided a teasing joke which gave the reaction of Timothee slightly snickering, backing away slowly.

"I mean do they look like my parents? No," The young actor states shortly. It looked as though the clip was shot right after capturing your cute moment togehter. "But I'd say- yeah Oscar Isaac's a great actor and- to be able to play my dad is pretty cool. Even though we look nothing alike." Nervous laughter spouts as he clears his throat.

"I feel like I get the resemblances from my mom though," Affectionately stating your name, "You can tell where I got my powers, good looks from." Momentarily readjusting his collar as he takes a quick look from behind, knowing your footsteps.

"See? I'm the favorite parent!" In hushed squeal, you wrapped your hands around Timothee's shoulders, earning a lovable grin back.

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cosmonadarovicarts · 3 months

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Theory: Carmilla would be Eve?

Among so many crazy theories (and I love it!) after this season, I'm going to bring my (crazy) theory. As the title already reveals, what if Carmilla Carmine was our missing Eve? Before you throw hate, here are some points:

-In some versions of the myth of the creation of Adam and Eve, Eve was condemned to hell (while Adam went to heaven). If the series goes down this path, the character wouldn't be in heaven;

-Carmilla's name: Originated from Hebrew culture. Carmila/Carmela/Carmilla/Carmile means garden, orchard. Well... I don't think it would be too much of a coincidence for the name to mean that (garden... Garden of Eden...).

-Eve was created from Adam's rib. Here I come up with the theory that the exorcist angels guided by Adam (including Vaggie) were created from his ribs (like Eve). This would explain the similarity in appearance of Vaggie, Lute and Carmilla.

--Carmilla's personality: she is super protective! The super mom of the series (so far). It is to be expected that Adam's second wife, mother of humanity, would be maternal./ "but she was presented as the mother of only two characters" man, she still seemed super worried about the day of extermination (she called a meeting with the Overlords precisely to think of ways to stop this), after all, the sinners were their descendants! (I'm not going to talk here about Adam's relationship with sinners, that would be worth another post) And, the same time, the exorcists would be like her sisters who she was reluctant to kill. I would also like to add here, I think Zestial could be Cain (one of his main sons and, precisely, the first sinner, as he killed his other brother Abel), this would explain the affection that Carmilla has for Zestial and for them both being the oldest Overlords! (Cain died before Eve in many versions of the myth) /Sure, they might just be good friends, but to me it made a lot of sense, my bad

-Her appearance: I've already commented on her resemblance to Vaggie (the two even duet two songs, expressing similar feelings), but now let's compare her appearance with her hair down with Eve's silhouette in the first episode (just look at the image I posted here) , it's identical! And of course, the second wife would have to be beautiful, and Carmilla is said to be beautiful.

--"ok but it is much more likely that she was one of the exorcist angels, taking into account her appearance and knowledge, why would Eve have an appearance similar to these angels?" Precisely because they came/were born from the same place, Adam's ribs! When Eve died, her demonic form still assumed that of a beautiful woman with large hands (representing her need to be able to hold, care for and hug everyone). Maybe Adam knew or didn't know how Eve was doing, and made his female army similar to his ex-wife (For me, this part would have several possibilities, like, him purposely making the appearance of the exorcists or it would just be because they were all born from the same place)

-In the final episode, when the news reports about what happened at the Hotel, the reactions of several characters appear, and there was one (emphasis?) in Carmilla's reaction to Adam's death (I imagine that, because she was against the extermination of sinners (her descendants) while her ex-husband, who lived in heaven, led this extermination, she should not have good feelings towards him).

Final note: Even if she is not Eve, probably she was one of the exorcist angels (as many already theorize), as she knew about the angelic weapons, knew of Vaggie's identity and her appearance.

(Sorry if there are a lot of grammatical errors, English is not my native language)

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trashpandato · 7 months

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Twilight

“In hindsight, I probably should have known what it meant,” Alex groans, bringing both hands up to cover her face. “I made sure that I only hung up the posters that had Kristen Stewart on them.”

Kara remembers all those posters, the too pale boys possessively flanking the movies’ main female character. She’d always wondered why Alex was so into the Twilight series; they were all just…so bad. Now it made more sense.

“Aw, babe,” Kelly teases, “let me know if you want me to reenact any of your teenage dreams about biting. I’m game.”

Alex groans again, but this time it’s accompanied by a bright blush.

Laughter fills the room. They’ve been sharing stories about their first significant celebrity crushes for the last few minutes, the board game temporarily abandoned in front of them.

Kara has learned that Nia had a thing for Keanu Reeves after watching that bomb on a bus movie one too many times, but that she also “wouldn’t have kicked Sandra Bullock off her bed”, as she put it.

Brainy mentioned that he went through a rather intense phase of trying to learn more about Earth culture, specifically American pop culture, and that he got stuck on the OG Wonder Woman, Lynda Carter, for a while. Not a bad choice, Kara thinks while Nia jokes that she’d be more than happy to tie him up with a lasso.

Kelly then rattles off a few actors that Kara thinks were on the L Word, with a particular emphasis on Jennifer Beals. Kara half expects Alex to make a joke about Flashdance, but instead, Alex simply leans into Kelly and presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

When they get to Kara, she has to disappoint.

“I don’t think I have anything to offer here. Not really.”

Alex hums. “The posters on your walls were all images from the Hubble telescope. I mean, I know you liked NSYNC for their music, but I don’t think you ever swooned over any of them. Not really. There was definitely a mental love affair with Lilo and Stitch, though.”

When Alex mentions the Hubble images, Kara feels a cool pale hand slip into hers to give it a short squeeze. It’s brief, a quick show of support, but it means everything to Kara. She turns to Lena and smiles gratefully. At the same time, the attention of the rest of their friend group shifts to Lena as well.

But Lena just shrugs. “I definitely wasn’t allowed to hang up any posters in the Luthor mansion.”

“Yeah, but what about boarding school? Come on, Luthor,” Alex probes, “you can’t tell me there wasn’t a ton of celebrity gossip going around at an all-girls school.”

“Oh there was gossip alright. I can’t say I ever really knew what it was about, though. I didn’t really watch movies or TV growing up, so most of the names the girls were talking about meant nothing to me.”

This time, it’s Kara who squeezes Lena’s hand. She knows that Lena doesn’t like to talk about what growing up was like for her. She doesn’t like the pitying looks, or the constant assumptions that just because her family was rich, Lena must have had everything she ever wanted. But before the mood in the room turns too gloomy, Lena sits up a little, a small smirk on her face.

“So maybe I was a bit of a late bloomer that way. I would say I had my first real celebrity crush in my early 20s.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

“Oh really? Who was it?” Nia asks gleefully.

“Well, I was still in Metropolis at the time. But I had watched them on TV, followed their budding celebrity status.”

Lena pauses for a moment before she turns to face Kara more fully.

“And then I gave Jack Spheer an impassioned speech about why I had to move to National City, about how important it was to me to be the Luthor living in the same city as Supergirl. I believe I even said I wanted to share my home with her.”

There’s a stunned silence in the room for a few seconds before Alex barks out a laugh.

“Really? Your celebrity crush was Supergirl?”

And Kara considers if she should intervene, tell Alex to lay off on the heavy teasing she knows is going to happen now, but Lena is looking at her and she’s still smiling, calm and confident, and Kara simply smiles right back.

Lena chuckles, her eyes never leaving Kara’s. “Of course it was. I mean, have you seen that skintight suit and very, very short skirt she was in at the time?”

“Ugh,” Alex huffs, “I didn’t need to hear that. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

Lena shrugs again. “You asked, I answered.”

And then she leans in and kisses Kara and Kara makes a mental note to figure out how to send a message to Winn into the future to thank him for his incredibly “male gaze” costume design for her first Supersuit.

(She does very much prefer the pants these days, though.)

#supercorp #kara x lena #alex danvers #kelly olsen #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months

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Mysterious Boyfriend - Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Title: Mysterious Boyfriend

Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sarah OC, Lucas OC, and Jaime OC

WC: 2,768

Warnings: Reader is drunk, alcohol, mentions of throwing up (no throwing up happens), teasing, cursing, nicknames, and fluff

You let out an infectious laugh as you walked back over to the table with your friends, setting down another round of drinks and food. Sitting down on the leather bench, you let out another giggle, your head feeling light and fluffy. Reaching out, you tried to grab your vodka cherry, but your best friend quickly pulled it from your reach, making you pout. Your friend, Sarah, gave you a look, gesturing to you with an extra hand.

"Nuh, uh, sweetheart." She spoke over the loud, bumping music, "You're already super drunk, don't want you throwing up anytime soon."

"No fair," You muttered, stuffing your mouth with the greasy bowl of fries in front of you, "I am not that drunk."

Your second friend in attendance, Lucas, only rolled his eyes, giving you the same look Sarah had given you, "You are drunk. You had like... Four shots."

You threw your hands up in the air, "What!? I want to have fun tonight! I haven't been out to a bar in ages!" You exclaimed, waving your arms around for emphasis.

Jaime smirked at your response, resting her chin on her hand that was propped up against the table, "Yeah, you've been so busy traveling with that mysterious boyfriend of yours." She teased, winking at you before taking a sip of her beer.

Lucas only shook his head, mimicking Jaime's position; resting his chin on his open palm, "Yeah, that's right... When are we going to meet this mystery man of yours?"

You sputtered out a nervous laugh, brushing your hair out of the way, "I don't know guys..." You trailed off, shaking your head, "What have you three been up to anyway?" You tried to change the topic, but your friends weren’t having it.

Sarah quickly let out a full-blown cackle, her head falling back before she shook her head at you, "Oh, hell no! You have to tell us about him! It's been what? A year that you've been together?"

You nodded, taking a few bites of your burger before responding, "Yeah… A little bit over a year." You sighed out.

Lucas frowned at your expression, as did your other two friends, "Why don't you talk about him ever? I mean, I think I say this for everyone but you don't have to tell us anything that you're not comfortable with... We are just curious-"

"Super curious, mind you," Sarah interrupted.

Lucas stole a fry from Sarah's bowl in retaliation before continuing, "A lot of people are... Uh, secretive? Is that the right word? About their relationships. So, we totally understand if you don't want to tell us everything."

You chewed thoughtfully, sobering up a bit at his words, "Thank you, for the consideration. It's not that I don't want to tell you guys anything..." You let out a small chuckle, shrugging a shoulder, "I guess I'm still in that 'I can't believe this is real' stage..."

Jaime sighed dreamily at your words, "He must be amazing then."

You nodded, smiling at the thought of him, "Yeah, he is."

"Well, what's his name anyway?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her coke, "So we don't have to call him the 'mysterious boyfriend.'"

You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, quickly thinking, "Uh, his- his name is John... John Smith." You answered, remembering the fake name that he used when needed in your - sometimes rather dangerous - adventures.

Sarah, Lucas, and Jaime all looked at you with such curiosity and excitement, Sarah slapped the palms of her hands on the table, "What does he do? He's got to have a lot of money to be able to take you overseas and everything." She asked so enthusiastically, that she shifted in her seat, unable to sit still. “I mean, you’re always somewhere!”

You laughed quietly, "Yeah, he's a doctor."

"A doctor!" Jaime exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward, "Really? What kind of doctor!?"

"Doctor of medicine." You smiled lightly at their reactions, though, on the inside you were panicking slightly, "His specialty is medical regeneration." You told them, holding back the cheeky grin at your little joke to yourself.

Their reactions were almost instantaneous, "Where has he taken you? France? Italy?" Lucas then asked, eating more of his fries and taking a sip of his own drink, "I bet he's a romantic, taking you to all the wonders of the world." He muttered thoughtfully.

‘Through the universe and time, more like it.’ You thought as you nodded, grabbing a fry, "He says he hates that romance stuff, but he really is a pretty romantic guy… And he's taken me practically everywhere. In fact..," You trailed off, gesturing to the necklace around your neck, "I got this on one of our trips recently. In France. He gave it to me. But that was after he took me to see a concert that I was dying to see."

The necklace in question was a gift from the Doctor when he had taken you back to 1950 France, giving you the Dior necklace only a couple of years after the jewelry company was invented. And that was right after traveling to 1970 England to see Queen live for their first performance at Truro City Hall. Which was amazing, as you fully expected.

Jaime dreamily sighed again, her eyes drooping slightly as she mentally daydreamed, "I wish I had a cute partner that would give me things..." She trailed off before her eyes widened and she stared at you, "He is cute, right?" She asked, and you scoffed, waving a hand at her as if her question was ridiculous... Which it was.

You shook your head, a bright smile appearing on your lips, "Oh, don't get me started! He's gorgeous! Dark brown hair, always sticking out at odd angles no matter how many times he tries to fix it. Dark brown eyes that I can't help but fall into every time I see or look at him..." Your voice rose into the falsetto pitch, your cheeks growing warm as you spoke. "And those dimples... Oh, gosh, and that smile..." You said, covering your burning cheeks with your hands, groaning softly, "His smile makes my heart stop..."

"He sounds wonderful, and handsome..." Lucus spoke, laughing lightly as you gushed over your man. "But, uh, he does treat you right, right?" He asked and you sputtered out another laugh, tossing a fry into your mouth.

"Is that even a question? He's perfect! Such a gentleman... Always opening doors for me... He's funny, always making me laugh. He's so smug, but in a cute way, and he's playful." You paused for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, remembering the time he took you to a planet that was covered in a purple substance that was very similar to snow. You had both just played in that snow, making purple snowmen, and starting purple snowball fights which ended up with the both of you holding hands as you lay on the cold ground, laughing softly up at the pink sky. Your memories seemed to play in your mind like a slideshow, making your bright smile soften into one of admiration, "He can be serious too. And so protective. Always putting my safety first..." You whispered, staring off into space as you reminisced. “And he listens to me, gives me advice…”

"That's nice." Sarah spoke, placing a soft hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze, "He does sound wonderful. You must really love him."

"Love him?" Jaime spoke up with a small laugh, gesturing to you, "She's head over heels, whipped, smitten!" She spoke, pointing her finger at you mockingly, and you stuck your tongue out at her.

Finishing the rest of your fries, you glanced back up at your friends, "Who knows, you might be lucky enough to meet him tonight. He's picking me up in an hour." You shrugged, standing up from your booth, "And so before I have to go... Let's dance!"

For the next handful of minutes, you danced with your three friends, jumping up and down to the music that played loudly over the sound speakers! You let yourself get lost in the music, feeling as if all your problems and the world around you seemed to disappear into the background as you danced with your friends in the middle of the dancefloor. It was nice to just hang out with your friends. It had been over three months since you had seen them, and you had missed them dearly. It was nice to take a break from traveling, especially if it meant having your old group of friends there with you.

As the night began to wind down, you leaned against Jaime, arms looped with hers as you walked out of the bar with Lucas and Sarah. You let out another laugh, still feeling a bit drunk, having snuck one more drink and a glass of water. You were mumbling a song that had been playing at the bar, almost stumbling over your own two feet.

"Dude, we should not have let her have that watermelon Jack Daniels," Jaime laughed, pulling you closer to her, "She's probably gonna end up being super ew tomorrow." She teased, poking you lightly in the side, making you burst out in giggles once more.

Lucas shook his head at the both of you, "Yeah, she's gonna have one killer headache in the morning. That’s for sure." He laughed along as you continued to giggle. “I mean, can’t blame her, I might have one too.”

Sarah hummed, fiddling with the keys in her hands, being the driver since she only had one beer over an hour ago. "Where is this handsome, doctor boyfriend of yours, anyway, sugar?" She asked, looking around them, the city lights illuminating the street and sidewalk enough for everyone to easily see.

Leaning your cheek on Jaime's shoulder, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, flipping it open. "He should be here soon." And right before any of your friends could say anything more, your eyes widened with such joy when you noticed the Doctor walking down the sidewalk towards you; looking as handsome as ever in his usual attire. "Hey, honey!" You waved excitedly at him.

Your friends turned their heads, Jaime's jaw dropping at the sight of the Doctor making his way over. You shimmied out of her arms before falling into the Doctor's arms instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin, but strong, body. "Hello there, love." His arms automatically wrapped securely around your waist, instantly taking note of how intoxicated you were.

Suddenly, you pulled back, tugging on his arm, and pulling him over to your awaiting friends, "Guys! This is my boyfriend!" You giggled, leaning against the Doctor's side as you looked up at him with such adoration in your eyes.

Sarah immediately offered her hand, "It is so nice to finally meet you!" She said as he shook the Doctor's hand, who gave her a pleasant but slightly awkward smile.

Lucas was next, shaking the Doctor's hand with a grin, "Nice to meet you, man. She wouldn't stop talking about you once we got her going. Impressive profession, I must say, my mother's a doctor as well."

Immediately after shaking Lucas's hand, Jaime introduced herself, "Break her heart, I will crush your soul," She lightly threatened, smiling innocently as the Doctor let out a small chuckle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all-" His sentence was interrupted slightly when Jaime gasped, tugging on Sarah's arm with wide eyes.

"He's British!" She whisper-yelled, making you laugh again, "You never told us he had an accent!"

You nuzzled your cheek into the Doctor's arm as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "English accent, but yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that..." Doctor just stood back and watched everything happen, a small grin on his face as he watched you and your friends interact.

"You're killing us, Y/N/N," Lucas said, raising a hand to his heart, "You better give us all the tea next time we hang out." He pointed at you before gesturing back to the car a few steps away, "Well, we'll let you go. I got to work in the morning. It was nice meeting you, Doc." He spoke, saluting you both before looping his arm with Jaime's.

"Yeah, meeting you was awesome!" Sarah spoke, waving to the both of you as she walked backward to her car, "See you soon, girl! Call me!"

You waved back to your friends, "See you guys! Love you!"

As they got in the car, you watched with the Doctor as they drove away. Once they were pretty far down the road, you turned and looked up at the Doctor, "Hi..." You greeted him softly, a smile bright on your face as he leaned down to your height, giving you a kiss to the middle of your forehead.

"Hello, darling. Are you ready to go home?" The Doctor smiled, grabbing your hand in his as he led down the sidewalk towards where he parked the TARDIS.

"Yup!" You chimed happily, "Home sweet home." You let out another laugh, squeezing his hand as you walked up to the TARDIS door.

When the Doctor opened the door for you, he stepped inside, helping you slip your shoes off, and then helped you slip out of your jacket, tossing it to hang over a railing. Turning back to you, he paused to watch you spin around the TARDIS's console, humming some other song. A small, fond smile graced his lips, watching as you danced around, a happy look on your face. You looked beautiful - in every sense of the word; your hair flowing around you as you moved around the console in your party attire; the lights of the TARDIS making you look angelic.

You spun, landing perfectly in front of him, looking up at him with shining shimmering eyes. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his chest as he held your waist gently. "Did you have fun with your friends tonight?" He asked softly, swaying you both side to side.

"Yeah..." You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, "I missed you though..." You murmured softly, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed in his strong embrace, "You should hang out with us next time." You stated, pouting cutely up at him before your expression immediately changed, your eyes brightening as a thought popped into your head, "Oh! We should have ice cream!"

"I would love to join you next time, love," He spoke, lifting his hand from your waist to run it through your hair, brushing strands from your face and behind your ears, "But, right now... We should get you to bed." He spoke, kissing the top of your head before guiding you out of the console room.

"Alright." You agreed, yawning, your hand reaching up to hold onto his.

The two of you made your way up the stairs, and then down the hall. The Doctor quietly opened the bedroom door, leading you inside. You dropped onto the bed, falling back, your head and hitting the pillow; you quickly ranted on and on about all the different ice cream flavors you knew during the next couple of minutes the Doctor helped you change into your pajamas - which was a pair of sweats and one of his many button-ups. You were out like a light right after, which amused the two-hearted man as he grabbed you a glass of water and ibuprofen for your head in the morning. Heading back into the control room, he started up the TARDIS to float around somewhere safe in the galaxy before heading back to you.

Dressed in his own pajamas, the Doctor slipped into bed, smiling as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his stomach, your leg tangling with his own as your head nuzzled into his chest. “Love you.” You muttered out sleepily, making the Doctor smile.

Wrapping his own arms around you, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head before nuzzling his cheek into your hair, “Love you too…” He replied before staring up at the ceiling; his hand trailing up and down your back. The warmth of your body seeped through his shirt as he held you close, listening to your even breathing. It was moments like these that he felt lucky to have found you. And for the rest of the night, he simply lay there, holding you, until his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep.

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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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Evergreen: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of "Evergreen".

The tension between you and Astarion is starting to come to a boiling point, with the first night in camp setting off what seems to be a rocky start to your relationship.

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairings: Astarion x female reader (named "Atriss", but still using "you" because the thought of Y/N makes me cringe)

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Not proofread we post like men aka fix shit after it's been posted. The entire story is 18+ so MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 1.83K

A/N: This chapter is definitely a bit of a set-up chapter, so apologies if it is feeling a bit slow. However, things will begin to pick up...promise!

After having gotten supplies from the traders inside of the Grove, you and the other companions decided to set up camp right outside the gate - far enough away where your group could have some privacy, but close enough where you could come to their aid if goblins decided to attack them again.

"And then out of nowhere, bam! The Blade of Frontiers! With a flourish of that decadently beautiful rapier, the goblins had no idea what hit them!" Gale exclaimed, recounting the story of how Wyll came to join the group. Much to Wyll's embarrassment, Gale detailed his entrance while the other companions had stumbled upon the Grove and immediately decided to help.

"I was actually hunting Karlach, if you can believe it," Wyll said, tearing a piece of bread off from his dinner, "I was told she was a certain dangerous devil, but it obviously couldn't have been further from the truth."

"Can you believe it? Me!" Karlach laughed, "Quite the opposite, really." Thoughtfully, she took a sip of her wine from the bottle she was holding, "Unless you piss me off. Then you're fucked."

You chuckled with the rest of the companions, falling into a routine with them (from a safe distance). Unsure of how much you could actually trust all of them, you decided at least to have a good time with them while they drank and joked. Gale had made dinner - roasted pig and bread he had procured from the Grove - and Karlach had sweettalked her way into getting a few bottles of wine from a local trader inside. Now, as the night had fallen, you all shared stories around the campfire before you all headed to bed.

"First things first for tomorrow - we get up early, possibly daybreak. We need to leave at a decent hour so we can get to the Goblin camp by the latest, two days from now." Wyll said, jumping into fighting tactics and how we should go about infiltrating their base. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, excited about the thought of fighting for the Tieflings.

Everyone, except Astarion.

He was leaning against a nearby tree, swirling the wine in his glass. He had neglected a plate of dinner, and currently had a look on his face that could only be read as "annoyed".

"Do you have another plan, Astarion? A better one, perhaps?" You asked, calling him out.

Astarion's head jerked up slightly, his mind finally joining the conversation with the rest of the party. He swirled the wine again slowly and took a sip, smacking his lips once he was done for some sort of emphasis.

"I just think..." He started, walking closer to the group, "That this isn't our responsibility, so why are we even bothering?" His foppish way of speaking - with his hand flourishes, and lyrical mannerisms - were charismatic for a while. But once you realized how selfish he really was, you recognized that he truly was just starting to get on your nerves. "If it were up to me, I'd say we just try and find whomever can help us rid these parasites, and move on with our lives."

"I agree with the elf," Lae'zel spoke, causing everyone to turn our heads, "We must seek clearance of these parasites at once. We need to get ourselves to a creche before long - who knows how long it will take for us to finally turn into those disgusting mind flayers."

"And, if you remember," Gale spoke, causing everyone else to silence, "This Halsin character has said to have information against these ilithid tadpoles. So, it is in our best interest to find him in the goblin camp - and not only for us, but for the tieflings, as well."

Astarion's eyes narrowed at you, making it a point to not look away. He sipped his wine and you smirked at him, trying to assert dominance. You may be kind, but you were no fool. And you knew many men like Astarion - handsome, charismatic men who used their knowledge and charm to get their way.

And it wouldn't work on you.

"So, if that is the only problem that has arisen amongst us, I say we clear our dishes and head to bed. Who is willing to take first watch?" Gale asked, standing with his plate and goblet.

"I will." Astarion said instantly, downing the rest of his wine. You eyed him as he stood up, almost eager to be first watch. Curious.

Or suspicious.

"Great!" Gale clapped his hands and made his way to the bucket of water on the edge of camp to wash his plate. "I will take the second half, then! A little earlier-than-normal wake-up never hurt anyone!"

You watched Astarion smirk as he rest against the tree again. You didn't know why, but you knew something was up with him - why did he volunteer for first watch, during their first night at camp? Was it a defensive tactic, possibly to sus us out?

You washed your plate and brought it back to your tent, getting settled in your sleeping clothes. You were going to find out what the story was with him, one way or another.

After 30 more minutes, everyone had settled into their tents for the evening. Silently, you undid the front to your tent, ready to leave at any moment. Once you recognized Shadowheart's lantern to go out - the last light on in camp - you snuck out of your tent.

Across the camp, Astarion stayed put against the tree he had claimed earlier. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you watched him pause a few moments before checking around the camp to ensure everyone was sleeping. Once he thought he was alone, he darted into the woods.

Immediately leaving the rest of the party at camp vulnerable to attack.

"That son of a bitch..." You breathed, stalking into the woods behind him. You moved as quietly as possible, hoping to catch the sound of his running.

Nothing but silence met your ears.

Where did he go? You thought, moving in the general direction of where he sped off to. After a few minutes, you still couldn't find him. Frustrated, you groaned quietly, resting against a rock. Nothing but crickets answered your thought, causing you to grow annoyed.

Deciding to head back to camp, you started your journey back. There was no sense in trying to make enemies on your first night. You thought, trying to subdue the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Suddenly, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back.

"And where, may I ask, are you going?" Astarion purred into your ear. You gasped and turned to him, his eyes gleaming against the moonlight. The former nagging feeling in the back of your mind turned into full blown suspicion.

There goes the whole "try not to make enemies on the first night".

"I should be asking you the same thing, First Watch." You coolly replied, flaring your nostrils, "Any particular reason why you left camp almost immediately after starting your first watch?"

"My dear, were you watching me?" Astarion's voice was still light - flirty, almost - even though you recognized that he was trying to get information out of you. He smirked.

"Answer the question, Astarion. Unless you have something to hide.” You retorted, crossing your arms. Trying to send a message – you were not one to be fucked with.

Astarion’s smirk faltered only slightly – if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have even noticed. He shifted his weight on his feet, tilting his head to the side. He was studying you…trying to figure out what to say next, how to proceed. You were making him sweat a bit, it seemed.

Good.

“Come now, darling, is this really how you’d like our relationship to start off?” His smirk was plastered back on his face again, his showmanship back to the front. “Starting on a bad note instead of good one? Think of all the fun we could have,” His voice was low, husky. He was trying to charm his way out of it, “And believe me, I know a thing or two about fun.”

You rolled you eyes, “Enough, Astarion. You don’t want to tell me why you decided to leave the camp vulnerable to attack approximately 30 seconds after you started first watch? Fine, by all means, don’t tell me,” You stepped closer to him, pointing a finger in his face, “But just know that I don’t trust you. Your charming act doesn’t fool me…you’re only looking out for yourself. Don’t come crawling to me when you need something, alright?”

“Oh, the dramatics from you!” Astarion huffed, laughing loudly, “And that’s saying something coming from me.”

“With the situation we’re in right now, I have no choice but to be cautious. And so far, you’re not making a good name for yourself,” You paused, taking him in. His eyes, though guilty, were also glittering. “Our lives are in each other’s hands, and if you prove yourself to be unworthy of that, I’d rather know sooner rather than later.”

“Oh fine,” Astarion said, finally seeming to give up, “If you want to throw a temper tantrum because I heard something in the woods, and decided to investigate – you know, the whole purpose of a first watch – then so be it. I’m not in the market to convince you,” He waved his hands as if to dismiss you, “Go off. Back to camp with you. You were so hasty to leave, after all.”

You narrowed your eyes – was he really coming to the woods to investigate? Something about his alibi seemed off – something wasn’t quite right. Without another word, you marched back to camp, you heart thundering. Not only because you were second-guessing yourself, but also because you had a feeling Astarion was hiding something from you.

Not just you, but the entire party.

You finally reached your tent and started to untie the straps holding the entrance together. As you quickly did your work, you noticed out the corner of your eye that Astarion was slowly walking back into camp, his eyes watching you. Once you finally undid the flaps, you stood and looked at him, holding his gaze. After a few moments, he smirked.

He was making sure you were going back into your tent.

To make sure he could get away with whatever he was doing.

You held his gaze for a moment more before slipping into your tent, a cold sweat breaking out onto your brow. You located your dagger on the floor of your tent and quickly slipped it under the pillow on your bedroll. You sighed heavily and pulled the blanket to your chin, your mind ablaze with the conversation with Astarion. You shut your eyes and willed for sleep unsuccessfully, tossing and turning for the next few hours.

You had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

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Thank you all so much for reading! As always, reblogs, comments, and likes mean a ton to me, and helps me know if you want me to keep going with this!

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spooky-all-year-round · 9 months

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Husband!Ominis x Busty Wife!Reader

TW: body worship, breast play, fingering, oral (female receiving), reader is curvy but more emphasis on big boobs, playfully mocking, pet names, talk about future free use. Character are 18+!!!

On your honeymoon, you and Ominis found something very interesting. At first you saw it as a beautiful dress, very comfy and perfect to wear around the house. Ominis agreed that the fabric was soft to the touch and if you liked it you should get it. Usually dresses didn't fit you well without adjustments. Normally you would have to go to a bigger size and then they would make changes to fit it to you. But this one fit perfectly right off the rack. It wasn't until a few days after returning home that you both find out it's intended use.

"Um, darling?" You called out to get your husband's attention from the other room. There were two flaps that were shaped in a "V", right over each breast. There was a button at the top of each right around where your collar bone was. You never noticed that the two buttons at the top of your dress worked. So when you put in on this time you didn't bother with any undergarments. You unbuttoned the top flaps leaving your breasts free as he walked in.

"Yes my heart?" Ominis came from around the corner with a curious look on his face. It was one of the few times you both had the whole day free. He walked up to you with a small as you met him half way. "How's the dress? I remember how excited you were in the store. I hope it's still to your liking." He went to wrap his arms around your waist when you stopped him by grabbing his hands. He quirked an eyebrow as you slowly guided his hands up the sides of your dress to cup your naked breasts. His breath hitched, as he slowly palmed them. "What happened to it? Did it tear somehow?" He didn't seem to bothered by it, he was enjoying slowly rubbing his thumbs over your nipples causing them to stiffen.

"No, it seems that this is a dress intended for mothers that are nursing." You slowly leaned into his grasp. Your breast were too big for them to fully fit in his hands so he would slowly brush and squeeze them all over. He always made a point to give the entirety of your breasts attention. You could already feel yourself getting wet. He always had a strong effect on you, you never felt more sensitive than when you were under his touch.

He hummed in appreciation before he leaned down and kissing your neck. Having been together so long he knew your body by heart so it didn't take more than two kisses to find your weak spot. He sucked and nipped at your neck as you moaned, softly pressing against him more. He didn't stop giving your breasts attention, gentle squeezes to the sides and pinches on you nipples. "Ohhhh. Does my sweetheart need me to take care of her? Is your cute little pussy getting wet?" His voice was falsely mocking, he had become more confident ever since your marriage, leading to him to expanding his playfully teasing to the sexual side of your relationship. But you could tell he was just as turned on, if not more so going by his erection pressed against you.

You whined while rubbing your hands along his stomach. You started untucking his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoning it slowly making your way up. Once you had completely opened his shirt you let your hands glide down his soft, smooth skin. He released your neck after leaving several marks. His head dipped to your right breast flicking his tongue over your nipple before wrapping his mouth around your nipple and sucking. You let out a gasp before moaning, your hands freezing at his stomach. The feeling of his hot mouth and his quick tongue always stopped your thoughts dead in their tracks.

He let your nipple go with a popping sound before letting out what was unmistakably parseltongue. Though you were unsure what he said, it sounded like he cursed. "My dearest I love you so deeply. You know that my love goes far beyond just your body. But in times like these I'm reminded how lucky I am to have someone as beautiful as you to call my own." He slowly kissed from one side of your chest to the other before continuing. "Your body is so soft, your skin so warm. Your touch lights a fire in my soul. If I could, I would spend every moment worshipping every inch of your body." He started giving your left breast the same treatment he gave your right.

His words brought heat to your face as you bit your lip. You started pushing his shirt off his shoulders, quickly you led him to the couch, his mouth never leaving your left nipple. He let go only to let you lay on your back on the couch. He spread your legs so he could fit between them to continue sucking, licking, and kissing your breasts. His hands quickly pushed your dress up revealing your crotchless panties to his hands. He groaned against your breast as his fingers ran up and down your slit. His mouth let go again. "Merlin your pussy will be the death of me. So fucking soaked. If I could, I would always have some part of me in you. My tongue, my fingers, my cock, it doesn't matter. As long as I could be buried deep in you I'd be happy. If I died pleasuring you I would die a happy man." He knew how his parseltongue affected you and you could feel yourself quickly becoming a soaking mess.

You moaned and bucked your hips causing his fingers to slip into you. "Naughty. Naughty." His fingers started slowly thrusting into you. "But I guess I'll let it go this time, only because finding you so ready and needy has me leaking already." You looked and and found that he wasn't exaggerating. There was a clear wet spot on his trousers where the head of his cock was. His fingers started working faster and he flicked his tongue against your clit a few times. "Maybe this is how you should be at home. No underwear, dresses and shirts that have these openings, and dripping wet cunt. All so I can take you when I need or want to. Push your dress up and eat your cunt on the couch." He curled his fingers making you push your hips closer to him."have you on my lap with my cock buried balls deep in you while I write letters. Fingering you until you beg for me to fuck you as I have you bent over the table."

He removed his fingers and started licking and thrusting his tongue into your pussy while his thumb found and made quick tight circles on your clit. You were bucking your hips, practically riding his face while your fingers were tangled in his hair. You were moaning much too loud but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You could feel yourself getting closer. He pulled his face away using his thumb on one hand to keep those tight circles on your clit and using three fingers on the other one to fuck your dripping pussy. "*Cum. Cum for me my sweet girl. Cum all over my hands, then you can have my cock.*" Your orgasm hit you with your legs shaking and your hips desperately riding his fingers.

He helped you through your orgasm while giving you a gentle kiss, which you returned. "Does that sound good my love? Of course you would be free to use me just the same. Always equals the two of us."

You wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him again. "That sounds amazing dearest. We will need to get a lot more clothes like these to make it happen."

He grinned, "I'm willing to run out right now to get you more if you'd like." You playfully slapped his shoulder. "Okay okay, we can do that another time. For now though," he started undoing his trousers. "I need to feel that tight pussy milking my cock dry."

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silverflqmes · 9 months

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Hi, how are u? If u don't mind, may I request *any genshin characters* with a short female reader who also has a short temper?

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hello anon! i’m okay, bit stressed but thank you for asking! i hope you’re doing well<3 i wasn’t sure on who to do and whether or not you had a preference for girls or boys — so i mixed them up :’) chose headcanon format since it was better suited, enjoy!

genre. chaotic + fluff

ft. alhaitham, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), ayato kamisato, miko yae, lisa minci

short female! reader.

➫ 𝓐𝗟𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ you know what’s even more frustrating than living with alhaitham? it’s reaching the top shelf when you want to grab books.

⌗ that “feeble” ass scholar put the books of your favorite genre up on the highest tier because he doesn’t read them as often and prefers having his usual picks within reach.

⌗ ..or he just did it to hear you call out to him to come grab them off the shelf because kaveh is so nitpicky about moving furniture. meaning that in grabbing a chair or stool for leverage, you would risk an argument between the married couple, with the accusations going towards alhaitham, rather than you.

⌗ drama, basically. so you try to avoid it at the expense of your own dignity. and you SWEAR every time you call the scribe over, he’s got this silent, but smug aura about him and the faintest smirk. because oh, he knows what it does to that burning flame of frustration inside you.

⌗ sometimes he might grab the book and act as though he’s handing it to you before lifting it over your head, and it’s like a declaration of war.

⌗ “not funny, scribe.”

⌗ “to you.”

➫ 𝓐𝗝𝗔𝗫 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ thought alhaitham was bad? think again.

⌗ tartaglia is a teasing little shit when it comes to your vertically challenged self, always walking up and coming to pat your head or drape his arm ( sometimes even body ) on you with this innocent smile on his lips ( don’t be fooled ). meanwhile you’re struggling to bear his weight. smh.

⌗ if he ever does something to infuriate you, it usually ends with you pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a piece of your mind. meanwhile he’s just laughing it up, which makes you all the more flushed and annoyed.

⌗ he likes to come up from behind you and babble or coo in your ear about how compact you are in his arms, teasing you with his words since it flusters you. your voice would pick up in pitch when tartaglia does this, and he only chuckles before peppering kisses all over you.

⌗ if there’s something you can’t quite reach and he witnesses you struggling to grab it, he’ll sneak up and pick you up to offer the leverage you need. of course it startles you when he does this, while he’s just holding you up simba style ( yes, yes he would do this ).

⌗ when he comes home from work, no matter how tired he might be, he rushes to your shared bedroom and spoons you, cooing a cheesy nickname and sweet nothings while he cuddles you.

⌗ “aw come now~ it’s only the truth that you’re my little munchkin<3 i could just eat you up!”

➫ 𝓚𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝓐𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ another menace, what is up with hydro men istg..

⌗ he’s usually subtle about things, sly when he teases you about your height. you could be going off on him about something while he’s just doing the closed eye smile. but you swear there’s a smugness behind it that he hides TOO DAMN WELL.

⌗ purposely has things just SLIGHTLY out of reach to hear you call out to him for his help, as you’d be left with way of getting what you need without the help of your adoring boyfriend!

⌗ it takes a sigh and his name before he’s sauntering over, well aware of what you’re going to ask of him. and you struggle each time to get the words out, as the ice holding your pride thins even further.

⌗ yet he still asks what you called him over for, JUST to hear the words. “yes darling? what did you need me for?” there’s the SLIGHTEST emphasis on ‘need’ because that man KNOWS.

⌗ when he’s doing paperwork, sometimes he calls you over to where he’s sitting in the office, and just puts you on his lap. a makeshift chin rest, which has you bubbling with annoyance. but you can’t lie, his clothing is soft to the touch and his warmth serenades you. so the anger all but dissipates.

⌗ whenever the breeze picks up, he’ll drape his overcoat over your shoulders, which just looks like you’re drowning in bedsheets.

➫ 𝓨𝗔𝗘 𝓜𝗜𝗞𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ and so, the one worse than all of those men combined.. enters the mix.

⌗ miko is one for making sly comments that’s for certain. so teasing you.. will not come as a surprise, in fact- it will be very frequent that she does this.

⌗ DUDE SHE USES THE FALSE SYMPATHY THING ISTG. the whole, “aww, poor little thing can’t reach? you need your dearest most capable lover to grab that for you?” and your face is just burning with embarrassment and frustration.

⌗ pets your head very often AND YET YOU CAN’T PET HERS WHEN SHE’S THE ONE ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HER FOX FORM. what in the name of hypocrisy is this.

⌗ strangely protective over you? you’re her adorable little cutie, the last thing she’d want was for you to be hurt! be it emotionally or physically. so she has a somewhat possessive aura surrounding her when it comes to other people. maybe it’s a youkai thing, you’re not that sure, but she tends to keep you close to her.

⌗ if you’re taking too long while someone is talking to you, especially during meetings and discussions for the publishing house, expect her to wrap her arms around you while lowering her chin to your shoulder, eyeing the person across from you with an ‘innocent’ smile.

⌗ wondering who’s the big spoon during cuddle sessions? certainly not you.

➫ 𝓛𝗜𝗦𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ cut from the same cloth as miko honestly. atp it’s tall electro women with catalysts, there is no other reason.

⌗ now lisa is also one to tease, always cooing words into your ear which has you flustered beyond help. worst part is when she does it in the library and tells you to be quiet since you’re one to get loud. talk about UNFAIR.

⌗ if you’re ever annoyed about something or having a hard day, you can count on lisa to sit you on her lap with her hand on your head, gently urging you to rest on her chest ( pure heaven honestly ). and she’ll let you rant about your worries to her. she’s so mother.

⌗ while working, lisa tends to tire easily, so sometimes she might ask you to grab a book for her. to mess with you, occasionally she asks for something high up just to witness your struggling before eventually approaching to grab it</3

⌗ “you couldn’t have done that five minutes ago.. i was over here jumping and shuffling like a fool!”

⌗ “but it wouldn’t have been as fun to witness, cutie~! you should have seen how adorable you looked<3”

⌗ lisa likes to sleep for longer durations since again, she tires very easily. might be because of her lore where her life span was cut in half, but not sure.. ANYWAY. so if you’re sleeping together and you wake up before her? forget it, you’re not moving an inch. you’re in her arms until she awakens. you don’t wanna deal with angry lisa..

notes. super sorry for the delay, i’ve been busy as of late but i hope these characters are okay and that you’re satisfied with the outcome? i tried to follow what you wanted as best as i could</3 anyway hope you enjoy!

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lenofiga · 5 months

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Habetrot (Material XIII Profile)

Class: Rider True Name: Habetrot Sex: Female Origin: Scottish Faerie Folklore Region: Proper Human History British Isles/Lostbelt British Isles Alignment: Neutral Good Height: 50~60cm Weight: 10~20kg

Concept Writer: Nasu Kinoko Character Designer: Hirai Yukio Voice Actor: Itou Ayasa

CLASS SKILL

Riding: C Habetrot is too scared to ride animals, but she can control her “Flying Multipurpose Spinning Wheel” at will.

Item Construction: B Crafting tools is also right up the alley of deft-handed Habetrot. Although she can’t create Mystic Codes, her finished outfits tend to have a tinge of Mystics to them and can be used as Craft Essences instead.

Fae Eyes: C Time begins to flow slowly by viewing reality with a faerie filter, which can come in handy when parrying critical attacks from enemies.

Tam Lin: B “Keep it between us, okay? I was actually one of the original Tam Lin!”

That said, Habetrot is a Tam Lin only by title since she became one prior to the development of Gifted Names. She doesn’t suffer any penalties from fighting fellow Tam Lins.

PERSONAL SKILLS

Weaving Threads of Fortune: A It is said that Habetrot’s spun thread attracts good fortune and that clothes woven from it can immediately grant the wearer sound health. A charm that promotes emphasis on health and wellness.

This skill grants one ally debuff immunity for one turn, as well as HP recovery and increased star generation rate. Its short recharge time allows for quick successive usage.

Speedy Spinning: B Needlework and rush orders on the daily come hand in hand. To meet a bride’s absurd demands, Habetrot would sometimes finish dresses within the same day.

This skill increases her Arts performance and generously charges her NP gauge (on the same level as High-Speed Incantation) at the cost of reducing her HP by a great amount. Handle rush orders in moderation!

Guardian of Brides: EX Undeterred by any impending adversity, predicament, or malice, Habetrot stands by her philosophy of making brides happy even if it’s the last thing she does.

This skill grants one [female] ally invincibility, guts, and healing regeneration, as well as removes any ailment debuffs (curse, burn, poison). …After usage, Habetrot will perish.

NOBLE PHANTASM

Spinster Habetrot (The Wheel of Time That Weaves For You) Rank: EX | Classification: Anti-Army | Range: 10-99 | Max target: 30

Spinster Habetrot, also known as the Habbycat Cannon.

Habetrot’s original Noble Phantasm [Bridal Spinning Wheel] is a dress that accentuates a bride. However, due to various circumstances, it has been changed into an insane cannon that fires insane shots.

Magical energy is generated through the Flying Spinning Wheel rather than a Magical Reactor when Habetrot uses it. This Noble Phantasm then turns into a physical weapon that fires in the form of a railgun. The concept of natural span does not apply to it.

(Chaldea summoned Habetrot from Proper Human History, so she might not have any idea as to why this weapon is stored within her soul.)

CHARACTER

First person pronoun: boku/Habbycat | Second person pronoun: kimi/human/first name basis | Third person pronoun: aitsu/omae

〇 Personality

Habetrot can be described as introverted yet active. She shies from asserting herself but is driven in her approach when it comes to what she must do and wants to do. She likes good people and hates the wicked. Although she can distinguish good from evil as someone Neutral-aligned, she doesn’t fixate on which side counts as superior. This stems from how she generally doesn’t hate others.

Habetrot’s values are reflected as such: Peace is comfortable and much preferable, whereas conflict is draining and awful. As a general rule, let Habetrot enjoy her sewing and needlework and she’s a happy faerie.

Be it Proper Human History Habetrot or Lostbelt Habetrot, her nature proves consistent. Whenever she finds a girl she feels is the one (someone she feels has the right to become a happy bride), she pulls out all the stops to care for and support her. Habetrot refers to such girls as “my brides.” Either she will set out to find another bride immediately after sending off the former, or if she finds one more good candidate while already attending to another bride, Habetrot will become engrossed in supporting both. This has led to some describing her as easily infatuated.

Habetrot won’t admit it, but she’s a bundle of devotion. The way this faerie tends to prioritize her brides’ happiness over her own illustrates her self-sacrificing trait.

〇 Habetrot in Faerie Britain

She appears as a spinster faerie in the Fragment chapters. Together with Aesc the Savior, they settled disputes all over Britain. Habetrot’s fate changed significantly when she met Mash, who rayshifted to Fae Era Year 400… Or rather, this faerie made every effort possible to overcome her fate.

When Aesc the Savior and the original Tam Lin stepped down the stage, Habetrot roamed Britain alone and popularized the culture of wedding traditions, sending off many brides in the process.

By the time the new High Queen Era was adopted, Habetrot turned herself into a stone inside a twisted hole in the north and would stay asleep until a certain encounter in 2017. After ever so nonchalantly saving Mash in Sheffield, she would then guide the Master of Chaldea to Orkney, coming to terms with the choice she made.

She originally went by the name Totorot in the Lostbelt and only began calling herself Habetrot after waking up from her stone slumber. The reason for this is that she came to admire Proper Human History Habetrot’s way of life from the legends Mash taught her.

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Habetrot was originally a wild hooligan of the Wing Clan and became a member of Aesc’s party following her defeat in their duel. (Although a spinster faerie by nature, she had no means of fulfilling her innate purpose of sending off human brides in the Lostbelt. This “existential conflict” tormented her, giving rise to displaced emotions that turned her into a wild hooligan.) From that point onward, she would achieve exploits as one of the original Tam Lin who fought alongside Aesc the Savior.

The Fragment chapters also reveal that the name “Mash” was written on Mash’s shield in chalk. This was done by Habetrot. When she asked her to show the shield, she deftly wrote Mash’s name on it. The use of a tailor’s chalk is proof that it was Habetrot’s doing.

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Brides are “treasures” in Habetrot’s eyes because she is a faerie that will never grow into adulthood. She longs to become a bride herself, but that is a wish never to come true. So at the very least, she wants to protect the future of the beautiful girls she falls in love with at first sight. This could be seen as compensatory behavior on Habetrot’s part, or perhaps, as her radiant dream. “Maybe one day… No, scratch that. I wish I could become like them, too.”

〇 Sample Lines

Brides are great! They’re just so soft and sparkly. Pretty like flowers and dazzling like birds, get what I mean? What reason is there not to love them!

Well, that sucks. Habbycat hates fights.

Who’s your fave bride? Aww, c’mon~ How couldya keep me out of the loop~

Sure it gets grueling, but I have to push through! I’m a maiden after all!

〇 Historical Biography

Habetrot is a spinster faerie from Scottish folklore said to weave cloth with thread spun from cotton flowers and flax fibers and to make garments out of it. She is often portrayed as a small hunched old lady the size of a human child. Habetrot is also known as a faerie that helps women who are preparing for married life and tailors gown on behalf of busy brides–in other words, every bride’s dream faerie.

In addition to that, clothes woven by Habetrot are considered to be imbued with a mysterious power that relieves its wearer of their illness.

〇 Related Characters (Totorot from Fae Era Year 400)

Aesc I used to be hot-tempered, you see. Communication wasn’t my strong point, and all I could do was take my mood out on everyone around me. Despite my shortcomings, Aesc met me at my level with sincerity and invited me to travel the world together. The spell she hit me with hurt like hell, but even that pain has become a fond memory of mine!

…Which was why I was rooting for her happiness. I really was.

Mash Mash is my number one drive. She’s the one who gave my life a purpose, from the turning point to my goal. Whatever awaits us in the future, I’ll practice extensively and build as much experience as possible, all in hopes of gifting her a wedding dress as radiant as the stars with a touch of some words of gratitude.

〇 Related Characters (Habetrot)

Miss Crane Crane makes it in my top 3 reasons I’m glad to be summoned in Chaldea! There’s so much to learn from her cutting-edge expertise, not to mention she’s a phenomenal fashion pro.

If I’m being honest though, I find it a bit of a shame. ‘Cause look how pretty she is, right? I sure would love to design a Spiritron Dress modeled after her…

Artoria Caster Isn’t she a Faerie from the Inner Sea of the Planet? How come she’s such a tomboy?

Oberon I [look at him and] find myself thinking, as a fellow faerie, “Now that’s a faerie.” Oberon is the paragon of our kind on account of both his cool side and liar side.

Red Hare That’s an Asian kelpie, right? Who thinks he thinks he’s human?! Gosh, isn’t he such a character?

On another note, talking to Red Hare makes me a bit emotional. I wonder why.

Britomart No way, Britomart turned into a faerie?! When you became a Heroic Spirit, did your class change to faerie for successfully defeating a tyrant? Whoa! You’re a hero, the real deal!

Both your red and white dresses are of the highest grade, gifts from Gloriana herself… Wait, you inherited the name from your mother? Britomart II? …Whoa, hold on. I’m getting info overload from your personal history!

Mash She’s my current fave bride! I don’t know how exactly I became the guardian faerie of the Black Barrel, but even if I wasn’t, I’d still love to make a whole bunch of outfits for her. The same goes for you, who I believe will be the one linking arms with her!

Morgan Everybody says Morgan is terrifying, but she’s elegant and graceful and attentive. I like her. How could I not, when she has such a sweet visage!

…Not that I don’t get where they’re coming from. When she’s mad, the temperature in the room instantly drops below freezing.

〇 Plot Notes (Please read after clearing LB6)

Throughout their pilgrimage across Faerie Britain, the broken Black Barrel was stowed hidden inside the Spinning Wheel Habetrot rode. It ceased to function the moment they set foot in the isles and suffered further damages after being forcibly used.

During the siege of Sheffield, Mash’s “aversion to fighting”, which lay hidden in her subconscious, prompted her to abandon the Black Barrel. Habetrot happened to be around when she did and stole it from under their enemy Beryl’s nose. She then chose to continue their journey all the while hiding what she did even from Mash.

Habetrot's actions may seem motivated by curiosity and greed at a glance, but that is not the case. Simply being in possession of cutting-edge machinery, such as the Black Barrel, is in fact poison to faeries. Nevertheless, she held onto it for safekeeping until the very end all because of a hunch that Mash would one day need it.

Habetrot continued to guard the Black Barrel unbeknownst to anyone, even as it chipped away at her Spirit Origin, all so that she could send it as a gift for her dear friend Mash’s future.

COMMENT FROM THE ARTIST

Since she’s a spinster faerie, I tried incorporating spinning wheel elements into her outfit and equipment. Doing so had been a struggle, and it wasn't until I saw how she was portrayed sewing and dressmaking in the story that I thought, “Oh… I could have expanded my interpretation like that!” It kinda made me reflect on my inability to think outside the box.

By the way, the mount design is inspired not by sushi…but in fact a goldfish. No special reason, I just figured something tiny and cute would be fitting. It would make my day to know you like Habbycat. (Hirai Yukio)

#fgo #lbtl #mytled #habetrot #totorot #avalon le fae #aesc the savior #mash kyrielight #i will proofread this someday i swwear

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I don't buy the 'Sasusakus are a cesspool of homophobic cishets and Sasunaru shippers are a shining light in the fandom who truly understand queerness and media!!!!' allegations because Sasusaku shippers have been nothing but respectful of me headcanoning Sasuke as a trans lesbian because of the combo of her individual character and how her relathionship with Sakura is written and one of my friend's even agreed that Sasuke works really well as a transfem character even though that's not her personal hc and they're always the ones defending Sasuke and the Kunoichi without pitting any of them against eachother and instead uplifting them with an emphasis on their girlhood without being cissexist and also having a nuanced view on the Uchiha clan and Sasunarus think Sasuke hates women so much she can only like men and say none of their pre-Shippuden dynamic counts because Sasuke had more screentime being toxic destructive friends with Naruto and get EXTREMELY up in arms over non-Sasuke guys as Naruto's endgame both on their own posts and even on strangers' and it's like their entire life to spew ironic unironic misogynistic takes and jokes about every female character in existense with their gender as the basis and act like Madara's not a militaristic child groomer who started the Uchiha intergenerational trauma and actively refused to let anybody end the cycle to the point of naming because of how proud he was.Idk i just feel like there's something deeply ironic about Sasusaku being labeled as 'cishet bullshit' while Sasunaru is considered a stepping stone and iconic gay couple despite not ever being canon and calling eachother brothers in-universe and it's worth noting Sasuke expressed she liked Sakura better than Naruto and Naruto never called Gaara,Kiba OR Shikamaru his brother so i think the problem with Sasunaru is just that they don't want the other specifically,not that they're straight LMAO

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Thrill of the Chase - Billy Hargrove x FReader

Summary: You turn down Billy for a date, but that only makes him want you more. After all, in a school where girls throw themselves at him right and left, what’s more intriguing than someone who wants nothing to do with him? However, in the end he learns the valuable lesson that women are people and not sex objects and everyone has value. Yay, character development!

Warnings: language, mentions of sex

Part Two

“I’m sorry, did you say no?”

You huffed out a sigh as you slammed your locker door. Spinning on your heel to face him, you plastered on a falsely sweet smile.

“That’s right, Hargrove, I said no. Now, I’m going to English and you’re going to leave me alone and go wherever the hell you go for first period.”

As you walked away, you could practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Billy. You weren’t sure why Billy Hargrove just asked out, but you wanted nothing to do with him. Enough of the girls around school talked about how he treated them. His usual M.O. seemed to consist of a date, a hookup, and then avoidance. You figured you could beat him to the avoidance part and skip the whole mess. Hot isn’t always worth it.

What you didn’t know, however, was that the annoyance Billy felt was mixed with desire. He wasn’t used to girls turning him down. From the moment he pulled up to Hawkins High School, he’d been the main object of the female gaze. As he was beginning to realize, you were a bit different. It was a sort of mystery to him, and to be honest, he kind of liked it.

The next day, you found Billy waiting at your car after school. That earned him an eyeroll as you shoved you backpack into the passenger seat.

You leaned against the side of the car with your arms folded. “Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to let me leave? Can’t say I want to be at this place any longer than I have to.”

Billy let out a low chuckle as he took a step back from the car and shot you a smug smile. “Go out with me, sweetheart. I promise it’ll be a good time.”

“What’s my last name?”

The response came out of nowhere. Last name? What the fuck did that have to do with anything? Billy was about to spit it out and win him a date, but then he realized no name was coming to mind. His silence was his answer.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. See, Hargrove, why would you want to go out with me? You don’t even know me. Hell, you don’t even really know my name. All I’m saying is most people don’t go out with people they don’t know unless they want something, and I’m not interested. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.” You paced around to the driver’s side and climbed inside.

Even if you didn’t want to go out with him, you still felt a little hurt that the boy didn’t even know your name. It was a small town. The student body of Hawkins High wasn’t large by any means. Not even a guess from the man in question, not a single attempt.

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You felt a mix of emotions when you were greeted by your admirer the next morning. Mild annoyance, tiredness, but maybe you were just the slightest bit entertained.

“Good morning, Y/N L/N.” Billy smirked, putting heavy emphasis on your last name.

His cocky smile turned tight when you met him with mocking applause. “Good job for doing your homework. Also, can I go ahead and ask if this is going to be a thing? You showing up around every corner?”

“What can I say, sweetheart? I’m charmingly stubborn.”

You huffed a skeptical laugh. “I’m not sure I would qualify this as charming. And knock it off with the ‘sweetheart’ bullshit. Please and thanks.”

He gave you a disappointed look that was so obviously fake, but you had no doubt that it hadn’t convinced his past conquests. “Come on, don’t I get any points for being a gentleman and greeting you with your full name? Maybe I do know you, Y/N.”

“Billy, you know the absolute bare minimum about me, and I’m sure you just asked Tommy or Carol about my name 10 minutes ago. I appreciate the effort, but I really should go.”

Before he could say anything else, you breezed past him and headed for your best friend, Beth, where she stood at her car. You knew she saw the whole thing just based on the way she was looking at you.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bethany, English class awaits us.” You raised a disapproving eyebrow at her.

“Listen, you can’t blame me for being a little shocked. Billy fucking Hargrove has hit on you like three times now. Three! And you’ve resisted every single time!” Beth elbowed you lightly.

You shook your head with a sigh. “I just don’t get why everyone drops their panties as soon as he so much as glances their way. He’s kind of an ass.”

“Oh, but he’s a hot piece of ass, my friend. Most of us aren’t too concerned about what’s on the inside.” She giggled.

“Hey now, you’re no better than he is!” You laughed at her. “You can’t tell me he sleeps with half the female population here because they’re kind-hearted souls with absolutely riveting personalities.”

“You’re probably right about both, but you’re better than me anyways. If he showed up at my locker or my car like he did you, I’d be another notch in that bedpost.”

You and Beth dissolved into chuckles as you made your way into class. However, the two of you were completely unaware of the fact that Tommy H. had been in the hall right outside and heard the entire conversation go down.

Tommy knew Billy had been thirsting for you for a little bit now. But why wouldn’t he? Yeah, Tommy had Carol (most of the time), but anyone with eyes could admit you were hot. He didn’t even stop to think about whether he should tell Billy about this. The information was too good to keep to himself. He headed straight down the hall for the science classroom to catch his friend before he went in.

“Hey, man, you’ll never guess who was talking about you.” Tommy wore a wicked grin. “Y/N!”

Billy froze in his tracks. He didn’t particularly want to talk to Tommy right then, but that changed his mind. “What did you hear?”

“Okay so get this shit, she’s whining to that girl she’s always with, Becky or whatever, about how you just want to fuck her and that’s it. Like no shit? What does she expect, a proposal? What a fucking bitch.” Tommy laughed, eyeing Billy as he waited for him to join in.

Billy didn’t start laughing though. Usually he would, but something didn’t sit right with him. He definitely didn’t like Tommy calling you a bitch, but it was more than that. It was more than he had time to dwell on right then.

“Whatever, man, I’ll see you at lunch.” Billy mumbled and pushed past Tommy and into the classroom.

Billy’s mind stayed on you for the rest of the school day, despite his best efforts at distraction. And it wasn’t the usual focus he had on girls. He felt bothered by his interaction with you this morning and his conversation with Tommy before class.

Of course you wouldn’t think he was actually interested. Maybe he hadn’t been at first, at least not for the right reasons. He was now, though. He wanted to know you. You were different in the aspect that you didn’t just do whatever you thought would make you seem appealing. You were one of the few people that didn’t seem to be a complete kiss-ass at this school.

He also decided that he didn’t want you to think he was a piece of shit. Based on what he heard from Tommy, he was pretty sure your opinion of him wasn’t stellar. Maybe his dad, and Max, and his teachers, and whoever else thought he wasn’t worth anyone’s time, but he didn’t want you to be on that list.

He figured he might have one last shot at this, so he headed for your car one more time after school.

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You were kind of expecting Billy to be waiting for you at the end of school. It was becoming a sort of odd tradition in your life, and you mentally prepared yourself for the same conversation to happen yet again.

“How did I know you’d be here?” You called as you approached the car.

He raised his shoulders slightly in a lazy shrug. “Looks like you’re pretty clever.”

“Among other things.” You smirked.

“Yeah? Well I’d like to know about those.” He stood up from his slouch and moved away from your passenger door.

You opened it and slung your backpack inside before turning to face him again. “Call me crazy, but I think we’ve been over this. A few times, actually.”

He shook his head, expression growing more serious. “I know we have, but I just want to be clear, sweetheart. I want to actually get to know you, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to do that if you won’t even talk to me.”

“Bold of you to assume I want to get to know you, sweetheart.” You raised an eyebrow, but you were surprised to feel your cheeks heating. You couldn’t fall for this shit. Sure, he seemed genuine, but you didn’t know him enough to tell. Oh.

You didn’t really know him, did you? You were going based off of word-of-mouth from your peers, not any interactions you’d really had with him. As you were realizing that maybe you weren’t in such a good position to judge him, a tinge of regret from your last snarky comment seeped in.

He chuckled darkly at your comment anyways. It was the kind of laugh that made you wonder if people had made him feel kind of shitty pretty often.

“Listen, maybe you don’t, and if that’s true I’ll leave you alone. All I’m saying is I kinda like you, and I would like to take you out on a date. So we can talk. That’s it.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that. Just because you felt bad about basing his entire personality on rumors didn’t mean you should completely disregard them. He did sleep around. Although you’d never heard of him…forcing himself on anyone, so it wasn’t necessarily that going on a date would be dangerous.

You did note that his gaze was different from the very first time he approached you. The first time he was looking at you like you were some sort of prize that he wanted to win. Now the hungry gleam was gone from his eyes.

The silence lasted a moment too long, and Billy took that as his answer. He nodded like he was confirming he understood something and started to get in the car.

God, you were stupid. You were about to do something probably very dumb. Your inner train of thought was a mess of conflicting voices, but you decided to just pick one and go for it.

“Six!” You shouted.

He shot you a confused glance. “What?”

“Pick me up at 6 tomorrow night. One date, Hargrove, that’s all I’m guaranteeing. And you better not try anything.” You put on your best nonchalant voice as you tried to regain your composure for that brief outburst.

A faint grin formed on his features. “Wouldn’t dream of it. See you at 6…sweetheart.”

#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy stranger things #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove

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White Lies 🤍 2: Sleep sweet, pretty

Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his partner Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest.

You need to have them, at all costs.

🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung

🤍 word count: 7.4k + screencaps of conversations

🤍 college au, cop au, partial social media au with a lot of written story, strangers to lovers & established relationship, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slash, poly, minor character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+.

🤍 warnings: a lot of deception; very forward flirting; use of date rape drug; effects of being drugged against one's will. there is no assault of any kind, just fear.

🤍 notes: ignore the fact that the chats switch from dark mode to light mode. i use dark mode on my phone, but sometimes it gets switched and i forget to change it back. these screencaps result from me literally texting myself haha it's a labor of love okay. also don't forget mc's fake name is Sandra. she won't be referred to this for too many chapters.

🤍 written parts beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted nov. 2023 | read on ao3

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You pace around beside your couch and stare at your phone as it rings, watching as the 212 number takes up the screen. With shaking thumbs, you halt in place and accept the call, anticipating what Vante's voice may sound like.

"Hello?" you ask as demurely as possible, squeezing your eyes closed.

The voice that greets you is deep, rough, and with an accented lilt that makes your heart race. "Well, hello, pretty."

It takes a split moment to get your bearings. How could someone's voice sound like honey and barbed wire all at once?

"H-hey, V," you finally say, biting on your bottom lip and opening your eyes. Although your apartment lighting is not terribly bright, you have to blink a few times.

"Wow," Vante says, "your voice sounds so sweet."

You huff out a quick, quiet sigh, lips upturning as you catch the bottom one between your teeth, and then you begin to pace around some more. "Yours is very…"

"Very…?"

"Handsome," you respond meekly. "Very handsome."

Vante chuckles, and it is a sound so rich and deep you physically swoon, knees weakening some as you twist your body in the direction of your bedroom, needing to move around and let out some energy.

"So…" Vante begins, and you smile further as you mirror him, asking, "So…?"

"So, what are you wearing?"

After a pause, he clarifies, "To the date, I mean," with a tone that is playful and seductive.

With your free hand, you fidget with the bottom hem of your black sweater and almost regret considering an outfit so plain. You remind yourself that the plan is to string him along, at least for now.

Playing along with V's demeanor, you giggle, doing your best to sound shy. "Nothing too flashy…I was thinking a black tee tucked into black jeans. It's cooling down, so maybe my favorite oversized forest green flannel. And some black boots."

"And this tee…will it be a crew neck, or maybe a v-neck?"

You mentally pat yourself on the back for being the most clever person alive as you say, "A v-neck, in your honor, of course."

"Of course."

"And you?"

"I was thinking about wearing a tight white tee tucked into some tight black jeans. With boots, and maybe a flashy designer jacket."

You hum and close your eyes, attempting to remember Vante's body type in the many photos you have seen. As far as you remember, he is a bit muscular and seems on the taller side. Broad and masculine but not overly ripped.

"Emphasis on the tight," you tease.

Vante chuckles, forcing your eyelids to flutter closed, then he says, "God, there are so many things I want to say in response to that, but I feel I should save them for the second or third date."

"Wow," you respond, feeling a sudden shyness that only increases as he continues to laugh.

"Alright, pretty," he finally says, "just wanted to hear your voice quick, but I should let you get back to winding down. I have to finish up here and then catch my flight home."

"Sounds good. Safe travels."

"See you soon," Vante sing-songs, and you feel yourself swaying when you say, "Looking forward to it."

And then the call ends, snapping you back to reality. Your eyes focus on the top of your wooden dresser and you heavy-blink, reminding yourself that this is a mission and that you are not, under any circumstances, supposed to get close to either of these men.

But god damn does Vante sound real fucking sexy. This might be a problem.

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The Marías play loud and dreamy as you twirl and sway through your room, holding your soft green flannel in both hands. It fans out with each movement, and you twist it dramatically to drape it over your shoulders.

Although you are dressed down in a tee and skinny jeans, you look good. The garments hug your curves nicely, and the shirt shows off just enough cleavage without it feeling like too much for a casual night at the bar.

You apply a little makeup to your eyes and cheekbones, then look over your jewelry, deciding on a simple pair of gold hoops and the necklace that you always wear – a small gold charm in the shape of a rabbit's foot dangling from a thin gold chain, for luck.

Although there is plenty of time to eat a meal before heading to the bar, you feel so antsy that you only manage to pick at a salad and some fruit. You chug some water and then check the time.

And with a deep breath, you decide to head out early and text your boss.

// these two conversations take place at the same time - you can use time stamps to track the back and forth if you want to //

With the phone you were using to text Vante slid into your small black leather purse, and the phone you were texting Seokjin with sitting facedown on the countertop, you swivel to the left in time to find the man who had been sitting across from you taking a seat one stool away.

"Hey," he mutters, head tilted down too far for you to see his face clearly. "I hope you don't mind that I join you on this side? Things over there got a bit too wild for my taste."

Two things stand out about the way this man speaks. The first is that there is a hint of an accent, especially on certain consonants, and it seems that he is speaking in a slow and measured way that almost makes his words feel somewhat forced. The second is that, despite feeling forced, his voice is very deep but also quite mellow and soothing.

Although he does not sound like the man you spoke to on the phone last night, there are enough hints of similarities that remind you of him. At least you are somewhat certain that this man is not Vante based on physical stature, but you decide to stay alert just in case.

"I don't mind," you respond, making your voice sound as sweet and inviting as possible.

The man, who seems to be wiping at his drink-dampened black shirt and jeans with a grey bar rag, looks up and regards you with a familiarity in his eyes that causes you to pause. You watch as his face comes clearly into view beneath the visor of the black baseball cap, and his eyes linger on you.

Time feels as if it slows down as you watch this stranger's eyes trace over your face. And then he blinks rapidly, gives his head a quick little shake, and chuckles.

"Sorry, you…" he begins, turning his attention back to his shirt, then glancing your way briefly to say, "you remind me of someone."

"Oh?" you ask, swiveling on your stool enough to fully face him.

The man hums, then sighs and lets his arms drape at his sides. He looks defeated; the wet mark on his shirt is pretty large.

"Lemme buy you a drink to make up for that person's sloppiness?" you ask with one of your wide, winning smiles.

He shakes his head and tosses the rag onto the bar, turning his body to face the counter but staying angled slightly toward you, tilting his chin at the two shots that have been neglected beside your purse.

"Looks like you're expecting someone."

"I was," you clarify, dragging out the 's' as you rotate toward the bar but keep yourself slightly angled at him. You glance back at the shots of Fireball. "I think I got stood up."

From the corner of your eye, you watch the man straighten up, and you smile to yourself as he mutters, "Oh! Oh, that's so unfortunate."

Although you should check to make sure Vante is still not receiving or responding to your messages, you feel bold enough to turn to the man and slide one of the two shots his way.

"Join me?" you ask. "Not as a date but just as…a person who can help me with these shots."

"Are you sure?" the man asks, reaching for the glass and eyeing it suspiciously. "What is this, anyway?"

Rather than answer, you watch the man lift the shot glass to his nose and frown. Through a giggle, you say, "It's Fireball," and reach for the second one.

"Cinnamon," he mutters in understanding rather than a question, and you nod, swiveling once more to face him. He concedes with a shrug, saying, "Alright," and your smile wider.

"Cheers," you say, holding your shot toward the man who mutters, "Yes, cheers. To accidentally having poor judgment and winding up beside one another."

You laugh as you tap your glass against his and lift the shot to your lips. The cinnamon flavor kicks you square in the mouth, cloying your senses with a bittersweet assault of artificial earthiness and heady whiskey.

The man winces and shakes his head, slamming his glass against the counter ungracefully and sticking out his tongue. You take the opportunity to tease him about his toast, asking, "Poor judgment, eh?"

With a deep, pretty chuckle, he says, "You made a date with a flake and I humored conversation with a slob."

Briefly, your gaze flicks to the woman who had been talking to him before, and she is shouting something while waving her arms emphatically, thankfully not holding a drink. When he finishes his statement with, "And here we are," you rip your gaze away and regard him.

This man is very attractive up close, with soft lips and a sharp stare. If you squint he would look similar to the photos you have seen of Min, only his nose is more straight and pointed, and his eyes appear to be a light hazel green.

You offer your right hand and introduce yourself as Sandra, sitting tall on the barstool and watching as he hesitates to lift his own.

"My English name is Cody."

"Cody," you mutter, feeling your lips fight the urge to smile, and you know that your eyes are widening, but you attempt to stay as straight-faced as possible. Cody is such a bro name, you would not have guessed it was his. Cody grabs onto your hand in a warm, firm shake that does not last long enough, and you ask, "And your non-English name? Or is that impolite to ask?"

"Not impolite," Cody responds, "just reserved for those close to me and when I travel back to Korea."

What are the odds that you meet someone from Korea while being stood up by Vante? At least you feel justified in the swirling thoughts that insist Cody seems similar to Min.

You even wonder if Min Cody, or Cody Min, could be someone's name. You hope that another drink will quiet those thoughts enough so you can have a pleasant conversation with him before walking back home. Once there, you can do some searches just to put your mind at ease.

"This round is on me," Cody insists as he sits high in his chair and reaches for the wallet in his front pocket.

Another loud group enters and files around the bar to where the two of you sit, and as you get the bartender's attention, Cody begins looking around behind the two of you.

"There's a hightop in the corner. Would you be comfortable going there?"

Although the bar is not too dimly lit that retreating to the corner would shroud the two of you in shadow, there is some comfort in being seated at the bar with a tender nearby. But the crowd only seems to get bigger and louder, settling on stools to your right while others stand behind those seated, and so you nod, already fed up with this group.

"Sure, yeah," you say as you slam back the remnants of your drink. "I'll secure us a spot."

"Gin and tonic?" Cody asks, stopping you in your tracks. An icy chill works down your spine, and you wonder how the hell he knows what you are drinking. But then he adds, "Or was it something with vodka?"

Although his addition assuages some of your discomfort, there is a nagging feeling that he somehow knows what the bartender poured for you, making you uncomfortable. Your drink was clear, so gin and tonic is a fair assumption.

"Y-yeah," you respond, testing him by saying, "It was gin and tonic. Tanqueray."

Had he watched the bartender, he would have known the man poured you Hendrick's. Cody seems unfazed.

"Sounds good," he says, adding, "I think I'll have that too," as you turn away with your purse clutched tightly in your hand and approach a tall round table in the corner with two stools sitting vacant beside it.

As you take a seat on the little wooden stool, you attempt to settle your pounding heart and unravel this situation mentally. The feeling nagging at you to be weary of Cody is quite present, but you are unsure whether it is him that makes you feel this way or if you are struggling to set aside the case that you are working on.

Seokjin has been going to great lengths to keep things secretive, which in and of itself causes disquiet. And now Cody carries similar enough traits with one of your targets that the foreboding nature of your job is all that you seem to be able to think about.

It is unfair to you for these thoughts to cloud your mind so heavily, and you hope that this next drink will help you relax. Sure there are a lot of coincidences, but this is a large city with a diverse population. Coincidences certainly can happen. Unfortunately, as soon as Cody approaches with the glasses, your bladder begins to ache.

"Thank you," you sing-song as you stand from the stool that you only sat on a moment ago. "I need to run to the bathroom quickly."

Cody responds, "Have fun!" and you giggle as you walk toward a small doorway off to the right that opens into a hallway containing two gender-neutral restrooms. As you enter the closest of the two rooms, you click the lock on the door handle in place, then begin to shimmy your jeans down and take a seat, fishing through your purse for the other phone and finding that Vante has, in fact, never seen your last messages.

You wonder if there is a chance that he has somehow found out that you are an officer attempting to make contact with him. But it would make more sense for him to simply still be in Europe, possibly just playing a game with you because he takes pleasure in toying with people. It seems dramatic even when you think about it, but what else could it be?

As you put your phone away, reach for toilet paper, and wipe yourself off, you take a deep breath in and out and try to center your thoughts. Tomorrow, you will regroup with Seokjin and form a new plan. If you have to wait a little while to get onto Min's tutoring list, it is not the end of the world. For tonight, you should just enjoy yourself.

With your pants buttoned and everything in place, you wash your hands, inspect your face and hair to verify that you still look as amazing as ever, and exit the restroom. Some top 40s song from the 90s plays that has a lot of the college kids shouting, and you return to your seat while Cody types something on his phone and then slides it into his front pocket.

"So do you always come to the bar alone and wear a baseball cap to hide your identity?" you tease, unsure where any of this is coming from but feeling a strange burst of energy. You reason with yourself that you still need verification that he is not Min.

Cody laughs, reaches for the hat, and pulls it off. His hair is clearly bleached blond and colored mint green, which is a little more difficult to see in the less well-lit corner. It falls over his forehead, parted down the center, nearly covering his eyes, and he looks dreadfully pretty.

"Is this look less threatening?" he asks, running a hand through it only for it to fall neatly in place again.

Once more, the nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that this haircut seems similar to the one in the surveillance photos of Min. You remind yourself that you have never seen the man in person and that your brain could simply be filling in information in an attempt to create patterns because that is what human brains do best. But the similarity is striking.

"Yes," you say after too long of a pause, angling yourself toward him, slightly to the left from facing the table.

"This one's for you," Cody says as he slides a full drink in your direction.

You take the chilled glass and lift it to your lips, then you playfully say, "And you didn't drug it, I assume?"

Cody does not immediately respond to what you say; he stares blankly for a split moment before blinking and chuckling. The pause makes you worry, but then he says, "I assure you I did not, but if you would like to switch—"

"No, no," you insist, feeling awkward for saying anything at all. If it weren't for all the time you spent shadowing the special victims detectives over the summer, you would likely not instantly assume that any drink offered from a stranger could be tainted.

With a sigh, Cody says, "Nah, here, switch with me. We'll just swap out the straws because I had a sip of mine."

Before you can respond, he gently pulls the drink from your fingers and replaces it with his own. You watch as he swaps the straws, feeling your mouth tug into a smile, and when he is finished, you pull the drink to your lips and have a sip.

"When the drug kicks in, you might have to walk me to a cab, though," Cody jokes, insinuating that he has now drugged himself, and you nearly spit out the gin and tonic that has barely had a chance to settle on your tongue.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," he laughs as you struggle to keep your composure and swallow your first sip. You set that glass down and raise your hand as if threatening to backhand him, making him flinch and dramatically gasp.

Without thinking, you say, "You're a pain in the ass," making him laugh harder.

"It's not funny to joke about that, I know," he says, still chuckling. "But in my defense, you started it."

Rather than respond with words, you simply hum and have another sip through the straw. This seems to amuse him, causing the laughter to continue.

Conversation with Cody is nice and easy. He tells you that he is a student at a nearby university, and you tell him that you are also a student – the same lie you tell to everyone.

He talks about growing up in New York with one American parent but visiting Korea often, hoping that once he graduates he can spend more time with his family. You describe your past and relationship with your family with very general, distant details, excluding a lot.

The parents that come along with your fake identity are not too exciting; mom is a legal aid and dad is a veterinarian. You attend such a prestigious school to follow in their overachieving footsteps, blah blah blah.

By the time you discover Cody can speak three languages and has a deep love of anime, your drinks are empty. And although you should stop while you are ahead and call it a night, a large part of you wants to keep drinking.

"Another?" Cody asks, and you sigh, nibbling your bottom lip.

"I want to," you say, uncertainty in your tone.

Cody must pick up on it, saying, "But…"

"But I also don't want to get very drunk."

"We can switch to non-alcoholic," he offers, shifting around on his stool. "Or go somewhere else." You raise an eyebrow, and he lifts his hands as if in surrender, insisting, "No funny business! Just thought we could hang out somewhere quieter. Doesn't have to be one of our places. I don't live too close by anyway."

This surprises you a little. "No?"

"Nah," he shrugs, "I just like the atmosphere in this area more than where I live so I cab over to waste my time and cash here, instead."

Although you should not blurt, "I live nearby," you do anyway. In an attempt to not sound like you are trying to get into Cody's pants, you add, "But I don't know what we would do. I don't really watch TV."

"Have you eaten?" Cody asks, seemingly unfazed by your word vomit.

As if on cue, your stomach grumbles, and you giggle while shaking your head. You remember the meager amount of food you managed to eat before shuffling out into the evening.

"I had something light, so…no. Not really."

"Why don't we grab a bite nearby? Maybe that will give us the reprieve we both seek…I'm sure most food establishments aren't this loud and rambunctious."

The reprieve we both seek… It's nothing too big or wild, but it is just austere enough to make you think about Vante. Although you feel frustrated that your mind is so eager to continue circling back to him, you consider that if this were Min sitting before you, there is a good chance they both speak similarly. It could be a slip up.

"Or…not…" Cody says, and you rapidly blink out of your thoughts and shake your head, offering a smile and a giggle.

"I space out," you supply plainly, "a lot. Sorry."

"Ah," he responds, sitting up a little higher. "No problem."

"Do you eat meat? There's a burger shop nearby that I really like."

Cody smiles and shrugs. "I eat everything."

As you stand up to stretch, the room tilts. It catches you off guard, and you halt your movement, then do your best to breathe through it and blink it away. Cody has his head tilted down, putting on his hat, and you are thankful that he does not seem to notice.

With a smile, he lifts his hand and says, "Lead the way," but there is something different about his voice. Deep and inviting in a familiar yet unfamiliar way, and far more accented than it had been all night.

You shake it off and nod your head. Despite only having two drinks and a shot, you are not a heavy drinker as is, and on an empty stomach, it is enough to weigh you down and make you paranoid. You just need to get out into the cool open air and you will feel much better.

But your feet are heavy. Each step that you take feels weighed down, and there is a lightness to you that feels as if fog is simmering through your system. Alarm bells begin beaming through your body, and you worry that perhaps you should try to get rid of Cody and call Seokjin.

Cody places a hand on your lower back. "Everything alright, space cadet?" he asks in the same tone he has taken all night, and you nod.

You are certain he could not have done anything to your drink while you sat there and drank it with him. And if he drugged both drinks, he should be equally affected.

But if he did do something, you are not eager to draw attention to feeling sluggish. You think it would be best to just get rid of him somehow. It just becomes a matter of how much time you have before the effects hit you harder, if at all.

The two of you make your way through the bar, and you oddly feel much more in control when you are moving steadily rather than little by little. You forget all about getting rid of Cody and walk right to the burger spot around the corner.

But standing on line at the counter in the brightly lit space feels overwhelming, and it all comes back again. You open your mouth and say, "So," but catch yourself. So you really did drug my drink, huh?

"So?" Cody asks, leaning close, and you notice a musk that cuts through the deep-fryer stench. It's nice and rich, inviting but not cloying.

"So I usually get the bacon cheeseburger," you ramble, "and fries. But I imagine everything here is pretty good."

"Good to know," he responds, voice bright. You think his hand may be on your lower back again, but you are not quite sure.

When it is your turn to order, your mind screeches to a halt. You stare up at the white menu board with red text, and you cannot find words.

"Was it a bacon cheeseburger?" Cody supplies. "A number two?"

"Y-yeah," you respond, looking at the bored teen behind the register. "No tomato, please. And a soft drink."

"You?" the teen asks, eyes moving to Cody.

Cody hums, soft and dulcet. Hypnotizing. "I'll have the same, but with tomato please."

Without asking, Cody pulls out his card to pay. Only, when he begins to hold it out, he quickly pulls it back. "Actually," he mutters, "I should use this cash."

Although you are unable to see the name on it, you notice that it is a black card, which feels far too prestigious for a university student to have access to. You realize that neither of you told one another your age – you just assume he is close to yours.

The cashier gives the two of you a number and two empty paper cups, and you make your way over to the soft drink dispenser and stare at the options. Caffeine could make you feel better, but then you risk the chance of staying up late. Sugar might cause you to have a hangover in the morning, but you think you could risk it for some lemonade.

"Preference?" Cody asks, holding up the beverage cups.

You have gravitated to the ketchup dispenser to fill two tiny paper cups, still thinking about beverage options.

"Lemonade, please. With like…half ice? Not too much."

"Got it," he responds, holding one of the cups under an ice dispenser.

"Ketchup?" you ask.

"Two please."

You manage to get all four tiny paper cups of ketchup into your left palm, then turn to watch Cody securing plastic lids over both drinks and grabbing two paper-wrapped straws. The two of you sit, and you take your drink and straw with a small, "Thank you."

Perhaps it is the prospect of having food in your system that is causing you to feel more energized, but maneuvering through the booths and finding one along the wall is easy. You begin to wonder if maybe something about the gin and tonic was just off. Maybe you got hit with a wave of intoxication.

Once you get settled, Cody takes out his phone and smiles at the screen before typing out what you assume to be a response to a message. His smile lifts, showing off his gums and pearly teeth, and you catch yourself staring before blinking your gaze elsewhere.

Out of curiosity, you pull the phone from your purse and check to see if Vante ever saw any of your messages, and you frown at the discovery that he has not. His behavior is weird, but you suppose you were also planning on playing games with the guy. Still, being stood up is being stood up, and it is hard not to take it personally.

Cody continues typing away at his phone while you wait for your food, chuckling quietly from time to time and making you feel awkward for sitting here with nothing to say. It is not that you don't have people who you can also text, but it feels rude to do it when you are with someone in a restaurant.

Not that it is a date, nor do you two owe each other anything, you remind yourself, feeling silly for forgetting that simple fact. The two of you are just strangers who happened to meet and who decided to share a drink and a burger. Nothing more. In fact, if you remember correctly, Cody removed what looks like a wedding band from his ring finger earlier in the night.

Another grumpy teen brings your food in bright red baskets, and Cody finally puts his phone away. He smiles and says, "This looks great," and lifts his gaze to you for only a split second before looking back down.

Something in his eyes seems different, but you are unable to put your finger on what. They seemed sharper, somehow…almost seductive.

You reach for your food and dig in, doing your best to not moan when the grease hits your tongue. Conversation continues to be non-existent with the exception of Cody groaning through a mouthful about how good his burger is.

Once you are down to just lemonade and some wayward fries, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Unfortunately, your bladder is on a bit of a timer when you consume alcohol, and the added liquid does not help.

You are grateful when there is no line and make quick work of relieving your bladder and washing your hands. The mirror is covered in stickers, but you lean forward on your toes and do your best to take in your state.

To your surprise, your pupils are constricted quite small, and you begin to worry all over again that something could have been added to your drink. Somewhat sluggishly, you turn and grip onto the door handle, yanking it open and feeling tired from every small movement.

Cody is back on his phone when you return, but he regards you with a polite smile and glances at you long enough for you to notice that his eyes seem perfectly normal – a sign that he likely did not drug both drinks, and evidence that he likely did not drug yours.

This fixation only makes you feel paranoid, and you wet your lips, eye up the rest of your food, and decide that you should call it a night. Cody's fries are all gone, and he barely has any soda left, which you find rather disappointing because you would have liked to leave alone. You suppose you still can.

"Well, I'm just down the block," you say, rubbing your hands, which begin to sweat, down your thighs. "It was nice to meet you."

"I would offer to walk you home," Cody says through a sigh, leaning back in a stretch, "but being that I am still a stranger, it may make you uncomfortable to have me knowing where you live."

You hum and nod to acknowledge and agree with what he says.

"But if you'd like I could sit on a phone call?" he offers, resting his arm over the back of the booth.

With a shrug, you shake your head to decline, but your mouth betrays you by saying, "Alright, sure."

"Yeah?" Cody asks, smiling brightly and sitting up from his relaxed position. He takes out his phone, and although you only catch a glimpse of his lock screen, there is something familiar about the image. It's the colors. Tan skin, greyish fabric, gold jewelry. You wonder where you may have seen it before.

Cody breaks you from your thoughts, asking, "What's your number?"

Once more, your mind draws a blank, and you search your brain. What is your phone number? "Uh…212...555…55…26—wait."

Cody looks up from where he is typing on his phone, and you realize you had given him your actual number and not the burner number that Vante has.

"That's my work phone, it's 5505."

With a light chuckle, Cody finishes saving your number. And then he must call you because your purse begins to vibrate.

"That's me," he says with a smile and a wave.

"Alright," you respond, reaching absent-mindedly for your cup of lemonade and taking a large gulp. Although you do not look at Cody, you can feel his eyes on you.

Your phone stops vibrating, but you open your purse and pull the device out, ready to call Cody back once you begin your walk. Not that you think you need to, seeing that your block is relatively safe and you are not shy about walking at night. You carry pepper spray and a knife in your purse, but you are also worried you may not have the coordination to wield either.

With a limp lift of your hand, you begin to wave, muttering, "Uh, thanks. I would have finished my drink and gone home feeling a little defeated tonight. It was nice to have company."

Why are you saying all of this? Cody is attractive, kind, smart, and has a fun sense of humor, but you were planning on just brushing him off. Plus he might be married.

He smiles and it is bright and disarming. From where he sits, his head is tilted back enough to see under his baseball cap, giving a view of his handsome features and long, pretty throat that bobs when he swallows.

"I'm glad," he says, voices soft and deep. "You also made my night better. I almost forgot all about how damp my sweater and jeans are."

"Almost," you repeat, smiling. Suddenly, you feel shy – why do you feel shy? "Alright, well…I'll call you."

"Okay," he says, smiling as he sits up.

You turn to leave, and the room tilts once more. So hard, in fact, that it makes you queasy. From the corner of your eye, you notice Cody sitting at attention, and you wonder if you visibly lurched.

"Ugh, I'm a lightweight," you complain, hoping to brush it off, but before making another move, it begins to feel as if the floor is sinking away.

"Sandra?" Cody mutters, "You alright?"

"Y-yeah," you insist, but you are not alright. Something is definitely wrong.

"Maybe I should call you a cab? Or something?"

You shake your head, "I live too close. It's not worth it."

"Alright, then how about I walk you? I'll keep my head down. I won't look at where we go."

Although you mean to laugh, it comes out in a scoff. "Alright, fine."

Cody is quick to get on his feet and slot an arm around your waist, holding you loosely but making you feel secure. The two of you walk through the somewhat tight path between booths, hips pressed against one another and warm, but then he gives you space as soon as there is some to give, only resting his hand against your back as he reaches for the door.

"How many drinks did you have?" Cody asks in a way that is gentle and not at all accusatory.

"Just what you saw," you respond sluggishly. "Two plus the one shot."

The two of you walk to the left and down the block. In the fresh night air, at a steady pace, you feel much more comfortable. It's the stopping and starting that seems to fuck with you.

At least the weather is nice – a chill in the air but not cold. The seasons are certainly changing, but at a pace you can acclimate easily to.

Cody hums some tune, and you keep wanting to ask him what it is, but you find that you are unable to make yourself speak. This causes your palms to prickle with anxiety.

"How long have you lived here?" Cody asks after about a block.

"A few years," you respond robotically, curious why you are suddenly able to talk without issue.

"I was wondering why a college student isn't living on campus. Then again…you seem too old to be living in the dorms." This line of conversation feels strange, but you can't pinpoint why. "Did you take some time off in between schooling?"

"No," you respond before you can stop yourself.

"Did you study something else before theater arts and music?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting."

Fear spikes, and you worry that he may ask you what you previously studied. It is so odd that you are so easily answering questions that you would ordinarily lie around – your undercover persona did not study anything before becoming a theater arts major. She traveled and worked at her father's veterinarian office as a receptionist while taking some time to decide what career path she wanted to take.

Cody stops abruptly, muttering, "Shit, my shoe is untied," pulling you from your spiral.

As he bends to sort that out, you lift your gaze from where it had been glued and unfocused to the sidewalk and look around. Just up ahead is your building.

"Oh," you say weakly, "we're here."

You continue on without your companion, putting one foot in front of the other and reaching for your purse, which is slung over your shoulder. Although you use this purse often, you struggle to get the zipper opened, and you stumble while focusing on it too much.

The hand on your back returns, helping you to feel steady, and Cody asks, "Need some help with that?"

Luckily, you find your keys and hold them up, feeling triumphant. Cody walks you to the front landing, up four short steps to the high Victorian door, and waits patiently as you attempt to grab hold of the correct key, only to drop them to cement in a loud clatter.

You feel frustrated as you say, "Fuck," and Cody is quick to bend and hold them out.

"Large gold one," you say, and he lifts the correct key and leans to slot it into the keyhole.

The last thing you want is for this stranger to walk you to your front door, but your dizziness is only increasing, and you are unsure whether you can make it to your second-story flat alone.

The brownstone you live in is just like any other – tall and old as fuck. As you enter and begin toward the stairs, every footfall can be heard, creaking in a greeting you are all too familiar with. The staircase is tall, and you grip onto the railing and make your way up. Cody seems to hesitate.

"I don't have to continue if you think you got it," he says.

Without stopping or looking back, you grumble, "Need my keys."

Cody meets you on the stairs, and with a hand on your back, gently presses you to walk up. You are grateful for his warmth and for his assistance.

And, at this point, if he tries anything once you are in your apartment, it will all be caught on camera. Not to mention, there is a Glock in your nightstand.

"Thank you," you mumble as you reach the top of the stairs and turn right to the tall white door. "Small gold key."

Inside your front pants pocket, your main phone buzzes with a notification that there is someone at your door. You ignore it, seeing as that someone is you.

Cody is quick to find the correct key and unlock your flat. He holds onto your arm while you kick out of your boots, and he toes out of his shoes and says, "Just want to get you a glass of water, okay?"

From where the two of you stand near the front entrance, there is a camera trained directly on both of your faces hidden in a bookshelf. You accept his offer and hobble off toward your room.

Your flat is somewhat of a rectangle. You enter into the living room, and to the right, straight ahead down a hallway is your large master bedroom. Tucked away on the left as you walk through the hallway is a kitchen and then a bathroom.

It feels too warm in your flat, pulling you off kilter, and you throw your purse toward your bed, which rests in the center of your room against the right wall, missing and watching it hit the floor in a loud thud. Then you stumble forward and fall to your butt on the edge of the mattress and begin to yank at the sleeves of your green flannel, wiggling about in an attempt to shed it from you.

Cody appears with a large plastic white cup and halts in the doorway. He shifts, and you catch him averting his eyes.

"Just trying to get rid of this thing," you grumble impatiently as the garment falls from your left shoulder but won't comply to go any lower. With a sigh, you give up and smile at Cody.

"You can just set it here," you nod toward your small wooden bedside table. "The door will lock when you leave. Thanks for the help."

Cody approaches slowly, and you wonder if it is meant to put you at ease – no sudden movements – but the anticipation begins to weigh on you. You want to lay down and go to sleep, and you want Cody to leave.

He smiles and levels his face with yours, eyes searching for something. Then he places the cup on the table and says, "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," you mutter, wishing he would leave.

Cody bends and lifts your purse from the floor, which is open and spilling its contents. He sets it beside the cup of water and hands you your phone. Then he stands straight and fishes his own from his pocket, thumbing around before calling you.

He lifts the phone to his ear, and when you continue to stare, he tilts his chin toward the vibrating device in your hands. With a knit brow, you cock your head to the side but answer his call, lifting the phone to your ear.

"I figure that if I am being trusted to leave on my own, I should give you some assurance that I am, in fact, leaving."

"Okay…" you respond, drawing the word out. You could have all the assurance you need by watching the video footage from your hidden camera, but you suppose this is a kind gesture.

Cody smiles, lifts a hand, and waves. Then he turns and leaves the room.

"It was nice meeting you, Sandra," he says, drawing your fake name out nice and slow.

"You too," you mutter, heavy with sleep.

"Sorry the night ended this way."

You sigh. "Me too."

"If you ever want drinks and a burger again, let me know. I'm just a short cab ride away."

Briefly, you wonder if the two of you hit it off. It was fun and comfortable talking with Cody, but you are still concerned with how drunk you became – if that is what you can call whatever is happening to you.

"Alright," you respond too late, hoping to be polite.

In the living room, you hear some soft sounds and then the door opening. Although it is faint, you think you hear it closing, as well.

"I have left your humble abode," he says as the phone in your pocket buzzes with another notification to alert you that someone is outside your apartment.

You assume that the reason he insisted on calling was so that once he was outside of the apartment, you would only hear his voice through the phone. It is a nice gesture.

"Thanks again," you say, sighing with relief.

Through the phone, you can hear the steps creaking as he descends the stairwell. "My pleasure."

You begin to fade fast. Although you know that you should drink water, you twist your body, lift your legs onto the bed, and curl up. You feel too warm to care about your comforter, but you lament not having enough energy to get out of your jeans.

The phone ends up under your face. Miraculously, your cheek does not end the call.

"Tired," you mutter, feeling your eyelids flutter.

"It was so nice meeting you," Cody says, and in an instant, your blood turns cold.

That is the exact voice you spoke with on the phone last night. The accent is much more prominent, just as it was last night, and it is much more gravely. It is unmistakable.

He adds, "Sleep sweet, pretty," before hanging up, and you curl in on yourself, panting and shivering, hanging in a horrifying liminal space of being too afraid to want to sleep but too intoxicated to keep your eyes open.

'Cause I know what you're thinkin' about Babe, I'll let you spin me around I know what you're thinking about Babe, I'll let you spin me around Babe, I'll let you spin me around Babe, I'll let you spin me around

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grandeoatmilklatte · 9 months

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Undying Love 💍 (Part 3 - Twenty Four Hours)

Finally part 3! So sorry this took so long (I know it was only 6 days but that feels like a long time for me!) I hope the wait was worth it cause it gets very angsty in this part.

Undying Love - Part 3: Twenty Four Hours - Ominis Gaunt x Female MC

Summary: The trio is reeling from the incident in the library. Feelings get hurt and plans start getting in motion. 2.4k words.

@myrachondria - tagging you in this too since you asked me to tag you in part 2! 💕

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5!

Warnings: NSFW/18+!! There is smut in this part!! Characters are aged up, out of school, and married. Do not read if you are under 18!

There is also a very brief mention of FAKE unalive at the very end (it's not real everyone is very much alive) so please be advised and please don't read if that may be triggering.

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Ominis remained in his room all afternoon into the evening, even refusing to come to dinner. Sebastian and MC didn’t bother to check on him, opting to give him space. MC felt incredibly guilty, but she insisted on keeping up the couple facade, fearful of the consequences if they stopped.

“Where’s Ominis? Was he not with you earlier?” Mrs. Gaunt questioned the duo at dinner. Marvolo spoke up before either one of them could. “I passed by his room on the way over here. He was in bed. Mentioned he wasn’t feeling well, not sure why…” Marvolo smirked in MC and Sebastian’s direction. Before he could say anything else, MC spoke. “We can check on him and bring him some dinner later. Come to think of it, he did mention his stomach wasn’t feeling well earlier!” Mrs. Gaunt thanked them, and dinner continued without a hitch.

As MC was gathering up a plate to take to Ominis, Marvolo approached her, another stupid smirk on his stupid face. “You know, when I checked up on Ominis earlier, I could have sworn I heard him crying…maybe he’s got a stomach bug by the name of jealousy?” he winked at her as he walked away, MC trying desperately to not hurl her dinner in response to that wink.

MC wanted to be the one to try and talk to Ominis. She gently knocked on his door, but didn’t give him a chance to answer, slowly entering. “Ominis…” her voice was soft and gentle. Sebastian closed the door behind them before MC continued. “Please talk to us, we’ve brought you dinner…” Her heart broke once again as she took in the state of her husband.

He had been lying face down on the bed, but had sat up when MC spoke. She could see he had indeed been crying, his eyes red and puffy. He was breathing harshly, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were strewn around the floor, having changed into his pajamas, and there was a scowl on his face. “What do you want?” he choked out, his voice raspy.

MC approached the bed and sat on the edge of it. She reached to take Ominis’s hand, and he didn’t pull away this time. “We just want to talk. Please?” MC held back her own tears that were desperate to fall. “Leave Sebastian. I want to talk to my wife privately.” There was an angry emphasis on “my wife” when he spoke. Sebastian set down the dinner plate he had been holding and quietly left.

Once Ominis heard the sound of the door shutting, he unleashed on MC. “HOW COULD YOU?! You did the one thing I BEGGED you not to do! You’re my wife MC, does that mean NOTHING to you?! Do you have any idea how that felt?! To hear you two?!” His tears started up again.

MC felt her heart shatter. It broke her hearing the sadness in her husband’s voice. “Ominis please! We had no choice. You know your brother, he would have gone to your parents and then what? We discussed this. We knew this could happen but we agreed to it because we all want you to get away from your family. Please, Ominis. I love you.” Her tears began to fall as well.

“Did you like it?” His voice was a cold whisper. “What?” MC choked out. Ominis spoke louder, his voice icy. “Did you like it?”

MC sighed. “In the moment, yes.” She knew this would hurt, but she didn’t want to lie to him. “But Ominis, I don’t feel anything towards him. I love you. I chose you. I could have had him, but I didn’t want him. I wanted you. I wanted to make it believable, and it felt good, for a split second. But I didn’t do it because I wanted to. I did it to protect us. Please believe me.” MC was sobbing at this point. “I’d give up anything for you. I’m risking my life for you. Because I want you and because I love you!”

MC reached for Ominis’s face to stroke his cheek, but he shifted away the moment her hand made contact with him. Knowing that her words had done nothing to help the situation, she got up to leave. But as she was about to, Ominis stopped her.

“Send Sebastian in here.” His voice was still cold as ice. She said nothing as she left. She found Sebastian in the library, updating him on all that transpired. He promised her he’d talk to Ominis and try to calm him down. When he entered Ominis’s room, MC tried to eavesdrop, but the door was enchanted with a silencing charm immediately. So she made her way over to the bathroom to fix herself a bath, the warm water providing comfort as she cried.

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It was after midnight when MC finally exited the bath, believing she had cried so much she no longer had working tear ducts. The home was quiet, MC assuming the Gaunts had turned in for the night. MC made her way to Ominis’s room and quietly entered, nervous as to what she’d find. Both boys were asleep and there was a single candle lit on a nightstand by the bed. Sebastian had opted for the couch in the bedroom, and Ominis was in the bed. As there was only one couch in the room, MC reluctantly climbed into bed, laying as far away from Ominis as she could, her back to him. She blew out the candle and closed her tired eyes, letting her exhaustion take her.

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MC had only been asleep for an hour before she awoke to the feeling of Ominis’s arms under and around her waist and his chest against her back. She then felt his lips near her ear. “Your breathing has changed, I know you’re awake.” She let out a sigh confirming that she was awake, but said nothing. She would have turned to face Ominis, but his arms had a tight grip around her waist. He lifted the arm that was over her to brush some hair away from her neck before bringing his lips to her neck, planting soft kisses. MC was confused, but said nothing and let Ominis continue. She then felt the same hand that had pushed her hair out of the way pull up her night slip and sneak under the waistband of her underwear. MC let out a soft whispered moan as Ominis began to rub her clit slowly and softly.

“Ominis…Sebastian’s in the room.” She felt bad even mentioning Sebastian’s name, but she felt like she had to remind Ominis of this. “Well, probably best to be quiet then, right?” He was still upset, as there was a bite to his whisper. She felt conflicted, while she was enjoying the way he was touching her, she felt terrible about Sebastian being so close. She thought about putting a stop to it, but her body made the decision for her, her legs adjusting on their own so Ominis could reach her better. Ominis chuckled at the adjustment. He slid two fingers inside of her, pumping them slowly but deeply into her. MC turned her head into the pillow to let out a moan. “Tell me what you want, darling. Tell me WHO you want.” Ominis growled. There was a darkness to Ominis’s voice, similar to how he was the night before they left home, but while Ominis typically hid his darkness, it seemed to be in full force tonight. MC started to answer him in a whisper, but Ominis cut her off.

“I can’t hear you, darling. You’re going to have to speak a bit louder.” His voice was no longer a whisper. “You! I want you, Ominis! Please!” MC moaned out. “Good girl.” Ominis was back to whispering as he replaced his fingers inside of her with his cock. He lifted her leg up with his hand and began to thrust quick and hard into her, the bed creaking. MC placed both hands over her mouth, but it didn’t do much good in muffling her moans. With his other hand that was still underneath her, he reached up and grabbed both of her hands, pulling them from her face. “You’d really deny me those pretty sounds you make? I want to hear you, darling. Moan for me. Loud.” he said through gritted teeth. She willingly obeyed.

Both of their orgasms came quickly, MC’s first, with a loud whimper, Ominis’s immediately after, with a groan. Ominis had finally let go of MC, allowing her to turn and face him. She stared at him, savoring how lovely he looked in the moonlight. She leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Ominis.” He didn’t respond, instead letting out a sigh and turning to face away from her. Her heart began to ache once again until he finally spoke up. “Goodnight, MC…I love you too.”

MC snuggled up against his back, wrapping her arms around him the way he had done to her. She nuzzled her face into his back and fell asleep, but not before she sat up to check on Sebastian. She noticed he was facing the wall with his pillow over his head, which was different from the position he was in when she walked in the room earlier.

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MC was alone when she woke the next morning. She got herself dressed and went to go find the boys. As she walked through the house, the sound of arguing in the kitchen caught her attention. She couldn’t make out what was being said, but she knew the voices she heard were Ominis and Sebastian. As she entered the kitchen, the fighting immediately stopped, but the sight she happened on was damning enough. Ominis and Sebastian had been the ones fighting, both of their wands drawn as if they were about to start casting at each other. Sebastian had his hand on his cheek, as if he had been hit with something. Marvolo was standing in the corner, having been watching the scene excitedly. He shot a wide grin at MC, which she ignored.

“What is going on here?!” MC shouted. Neither boy answered her, but they both sported angry faces. Marvolo was the one to reply, giddy as ever. “I came in to get some tea when I found them screaming at each other. Sebastian yelling about how a girl like you could never love Ominis, Ominis yelling about how Sebastian is no good for you and doesn’t deserve you. Ominis then had the balls to slap Sebastian! I didn’t know my brother had it in him!” MC was confused. Was this part of the plan, or were they still fighting? She still hadn’t spoken to Sebastian since early yesterday, so she had no idea how their talk went. And as much as she enjoyed what she and Ominis had done last night, she knew Ominis had done it to spite Sebastian, knowing he would hear it. She didn’t have the chance to respond before Ominis, wand in hand, stormed out of the kitchen. Sebastian then spoke to her. “Come on, sweetheart! Why don’t we head over to the library.” he said through gritted teeth.

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MC hoped that she’d get some kind of explanation from Sebastian, but she didn’t. Sebastian seemed upset with MC as well, likely because of last night. She thought back to her time with him two years ago. He loved her, but she had been the one to break it off, as she could no longer handle Sebastian’s reckless behavior. They broke up at the end of 5th year, didn’t speak all summer, and then three months into their 6th year, her and Ominis were together. Sebastian seemed to have accepted it at the time, and seemed to be okay this entire time, but maybe he hadn't actually moved on. Maybe their kiss woke up feelings that had been dormant this whole time. She hated the thought of that. They came here to help Ominis and free him from his family, not cause a rift between them.

That evening, after dinner, MC was able to get the two of them alone in Ominis’s bedroom. It was the first time she had gotten them alone, as they had avoided each other all day.

“Look, I don’t care that you two are upset with each other, we need to figure out what our next steps are. The faster we do this, the faster we can stop this fake relationship thing, the faster we can go home!” MC was becoming upset herself, but neither boy would talk to her. MC began to cry in frustration. “Please talk to me! We need to figure this out! After sitting in silence for some time, MC stormed out of the room to go run a bath.

She admittedly spent a long time in the bath, just sitting in the water, deep in thought. Well over an hour had gone by when she exited the bathroom. The bathroom was on a lower floor than Omnis’s room, so the lower floor was quiet when she emerged. However, as she climbed the stairs to make her way back to Ominis’s room, she heard shouting in the room. She once again could not hear what was being said, but she assumed the boys had been fighting again, that is until she got closer and heard another voice, Marvolo’s.

The sight she walked into was chaos. The first thing she noticed was Ominis, unconscious on his bed, his wand, a note, and a potion vial at the foot of the bed. Her brain couldn’t register what neither Sebastian nor Marvolo were shouting at her until Sebastian was face to face with her, grabbing her shoulders. “MC! Darling! You shouldn’t be here. You need to go, please!”

“What’s going on!?” She screamed at Sebastian, panic setting in.

“MC…Ominis, he…he’s gone. He poisoned himself. He left a note…he said he loved you and the thought of you being with me and not loving him back made him do it…I…I’m sorry!” He pulled MC into an embrace. MC took a second to register what Sebastian had said, tears about to explode out of her until her eyes caught the vial on the bed once again. She took a second to study it, her brain recognizing it right away - Garreth’s sleeping draught potion.

Phase 2 of their plan had officially started. They now had less than 24 hours. In less than 24 hours her and Ominis would be free of the Gaunts for good.

---end of part 3---

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night at the museum jedtavius as dads to a daughter headcanons!

[ Full credit to the owners of the GIF and Night At The Museum, none of these characters are mine in any way! ]

FANDOM: Night At The Museum, 2006

GENRE: Headcanons, parenting au, LGBTQIA+, and fluff!

SYNOPSIS: What's its like being the daughter of Jedidiah and Octavius!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Female coded reader, angst at some parts, and minor swearing, this is meant to be fluffy!

Notes: I started these headcanons with a daughter/female reader in mind, since that's how the idea popped into my head—but I am already planning out two other parts for a son/male coded reader and for a gender neutral set in the future. I realize it would be unfair to not follow up with similar ones, since I understand my audience is absolutely not exclusively women. So, keep a watch for parts two and three to come soon!

I also want to note quickly that there will be some worldbuilding sections I've included—just adding in some extra exhibits we don't see in the first movie as a sort of behind the scenes slash for plot thing. With that said, let's dive right in!

• Let's start by establishing your role in this situation. You'd be one of the full sized models on display, much like Teddy Roosevelt and Sacagawea ( take your choice as to what historical period, it doesn't really make a difference ). You arrived a while ago as a part of a brand new exhibit meant to reignite interest in the museum. Discombobulated, frightened, and frankly lonely, you searched for friends in this strange new place. It ended up being Jedidiah, the cowboy, and Octavius, the Roman general. Both were already lovers when you came around.

• Jedidiah and Octavius wanted to try their hand at raising kids together. But because of their plight of being tiny models, they'd given up on it. Your arrival was a dream come true. You three quickly had a found family dynamic, and sure enough they took you in as their daughter. You are perfect in their eyes in every way, an answer to all their prayers.

• They'd be your gay dads, with Teddy as a grandfather, Ahkmenrah an older brother, Sacagawea a mother figure, Attila the cool uncle, and all the others your friends. Soon, you found your place amongst the others.

• Both have their own pet names for you. Jedidiah calls you little lady, missy, and pumpkin. Octavius calls you mea columba ( my dove in Latin, since I have two years of it under my belt ), darling, and my princess. You call them by their actual names, or 'daddy' for Jed and 'father' for Octavius.

• I like to think they'd put emphasis on immersing you in their respective cultures. Giving you the best of both worlds, the Wild West and the Roman Empire.

• Jedidiah would show you all the classic cowboy staples— gunfights, rodeo, catching robbers, and playing songs by the campfire. You love it when he dazzles you with stories of outlaws, broncos, and especially cowgirls.

• Octavius would let you watch his army train, teaching you military strategy; not only that, but also attending senate meetings, participating in banquets, and telling you Roman myths and legends. If you gave your best shot at any of it, they'd be so proud of you. Just having your interest is reward enough, but if you actually did it yourself? They might just die of happiness right on the spot.

• Your dads love to hear about anything and everything that you're passionate about too! Please talk to them about whatever makes you excited, and they'll be as enthusiastic as you. They make a point to be interested since you try so hard for them.

• I get the vibe that Jedtavius are more free range parents in the sense that you're allowed to go anywhere in the museum you like. Outside is off limits, of course, which you understand. However, they are old fashioned. Not to the point of chaperoning, but cautious regardless. Jedidiah and Octavius are believers in women being treated with the utmost respect, they're very chivalrous. As such, they'll be on top of things to make sure you don't get hurt. With that said, they trust you to be responsible in your own right. They're just protective, you're their sweet baby girl after all. And God forbid anyone dare to lay a finger on you the wrong way.

• When morning comes, its hard for you to return to your place. You feel empty, almost lost, knowing you'll be gawked at come daylight. By yourself without them there. Sometimes, this can bubble up into small episodes. You'll feel resentful, crying bitter tears at times or just angry on others. Jedidiah and Octavius wouldn't leave your side until you were calm, both comforting you without a hint of judgment.

• " Aw, pumpkin, don't cry. S'alright, yer Daddy ain't goin' nowhere. We'll be right back where ya found us, ya hear? " Jedidiah would coo to you.

• " No more tears, fear not. It will pass once again as it always does. Our brave girl, my little princess. " Octavius would add on, gentle as his husband.

• Every night, the minute you'd come to life, you'd run as fast as you could to the Diorama Room to be reunited with them. They're your haven, your home, your safety net. After long days of noisy crowds and superficial cares, you're revitalized in their presence. And Jedidiah and Octavius are delighted to see you again, the hole in their hearts filled when your face appears.

• On to happier things now. Jedtavius are always ready to shower you in affection. I feel Jedidiah is the gruff type, his love language being praise, affirmations, and encouragement over physical gestures. Octavius is the opposite, being very tactile. For him, it's offering you hugs, soft touches, and gentle kisses. It's really ironic considering these guys are warriors in their own ways. Two macho men who are such softies for you.

• If you don't like physical contact, though, they respect that boundary completely. They're both so loving and supportive that you never have to worry about feeling neglected.

• The size difference poses an issue. You three have learned to work around it through trial and error. They may be small, but they have big hearts and an endless amount of love to give. You're definitely their soft spots, one could say weaknesses, but they have no shame over it. Not when it's you.

• I can imagine them being saddened by your insecurities, not able to understand why you don't see how special you are. It's not disappointment at you, rather pity for you. And they're quick to reassure you, genuine in every possible sense of the word.

• " Why's our precious lil' Y/N so down in the dumps? Ya know I hate seein' a frown on that dad gum pretty face of yers. Talk to us, why're ya beatin' up on yerself so hard? " Jedidiah would say, sitting you down in front of his diorama. At your shoulder level, he'd stand next to you, putting a tiny hand on your cheek.

• And you'd tell them everything on your mind. All the things bothering you. Neither of them would interrupt you once, letting you speak. Nor would they try to discount any of your feelings. But it does pain them to see you so sad.

• " We would not lie to you, daughter. When I say you are fairer than Venus, cleverer than Minerva, and braver than Diana, I mean it. For you are beautiful, you are intelligent, and you are strong. Most of all, you are you, as you are meant to be. " Octavius would tell you, his dark eyes adoring. His lips would touch your hand as if to further make his point.

• " And yer our girl no matter what. Yer daddy and yer father love ya, missy, even when ya go gettin' yerself into trouble. We wouldn't want nobody else as our daughter, yer all we could ever ask for. " Jedidiah would grin, patting you on your shoulder.

• Okay, now onto the stuff relatively separate from Jedtavius. In your free time when you're not hanging out with your dads, you get into plenty of mischief on your own with your fellow museum residents.

• Playing with Dexter and Rex in the Hall of African Mammals, surrounded by the jungle setting. The lions, elephant, gazelles, ostrich, and zebras don't mind you for some reason, and they're quite tame around you. You like to climb the display trees, cuddling with the snakes or swinging around with the monkeys. And playing fetch with Rex in the front lobby is always fun too.

• Teddy would take you on hunts, throwing you on the back of his horse. If you really wanted to, he'd even teach you to ride. Jedidiah was enormously proud when you showed up in the Diorama Room like an equestrian show rider.

• Sacagawea and you communicate through sign language. She likes to tell you many stories of her travels with Lewis and Clark, as well as legends from her own culture. You intently listen to each one, always raptured by the brilliant way she breathes life into the old tales.

• One time you tried to help the Neanderthals light their fire. It wasn't successful, but they welcomed you as a member of their family. You don't understand most of what they say, though you're always kind to them.

• Attila would teach you swordfighting, passing down all his wisdom as a master warrior. You two love to spar, often quite viciously to the point that Larry Daley has to tell you two to knock it off before you lop off each other's heads. Both you and Attila would be fascinated by magic tricks too, eager for Larry to show you a new one every shift he takes.

• Before he released Ahkmenrah from his sarcophagus prison, you made an effort to visit the pharaoh so he wasn't lonely. You two chatted well into the night about whatever came to mind; but you had a penchant for stories of his past in Ancient Egypt. You two have a platonic relationship characterized by him being wiser, more experienced, and far more worldly than you, your big brother who you've got wrapped around your finger.

• You also like to hang out in the other exhibits too. Watching the blue whale float idly in the Marine Room, singing its beautiful songs and you doing the same for it. You've danced to many a sea shanty with the model pirates, the favorite of Captain Blackbeard. The Kushite kings, Babylonian priests, Celtic bards, noble samurai, and Viking chieftains also enjoy your company, fascinated by your wits and amicable nature.

• I headcanon that the models can hear and see their surroundings during the day, they just can't interact with them in their frozen states. You've seen thousands of faces before in all your years in the museum, but the one you always like to see is that of Dr. McPhee, the curator. He's fussy, arrogant, and pompous from what you've heard, but you couldn't help your crush on him. You wished to get to know him more. For him to see you.

• Overall, life is fantastic for you in the museum. You've got Jedidiah and Octavius, all your friends, and a great big world in one small place to call your own.

Well, that's all I've got for right now! I hope I've done this justice. It was such a cool idea, and I couldn't resist dropping everything to jot down my thoughts on it. Once again, I am planning two other parts so as to be more inclusive to my fellow menfolk and out of the binary peeps! If you want to be included in a tag list for anything Night At The Museum or my other content, please drop a comment, and I'll add you from now on! Please have a fantastic rest of your week, and thank you SO much for all your likes, reblogs, comments, and interactions. It means the world to me!

#night at the museum franchise #night at the museum #jedediah natm #octavius natm #jedtavius #natm jedtavius #jedediah and octavius #jedidiah x octavius #night at the museum fanfic #night at the museum headcanons #my writing

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vaveyard · 9 months

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Hi Victoria!

Corayne and Mare are some of my absolutely favorite fantasy heroines of all time. Bit of a niche ask, but is Corayne's surname an-Amarat inspired by Arabic? Seeing possible Arab rep in the YA fantasy space is so refreshing when written well, and I was just curious if this was your intention! I remember seeing that you see Mare as biracial white and Hispanic; would you envision Corayne and/or Mare as Arab/Middle Eastern descent as well? I think their strength and resilience really stands out in these representations, and I really appreciate your portrayals (of female heroines in general, regardless of ethnicity!)

Great question!

Regarding Corayne - yes, I very much see her as having a mixed race background from her mother's side. And I was thinking about Arabic surnames when naming her (as well as other characters). Her mother, Meliz, notes that she has ancestry throughout the Long Sea (which I see as Mediterranean coded). Specifically, Meliz is of Siscarian, Tyri, and Ibalet descent (Italian, Greek, and Arabic coded respectively).

But race isn't exactly a construct in Allward as it is in our modern day world. Heritage, skin color, or ethnicity aren't tools of division or oppression, so much as simple facts. I.E. A person of color in a predominately white court might be noticed as not hailing from the same kingdom, but won't be looked down upon or othered. I see Allward as being extremely multicultural with an emphasis on travel and trade linking the kingdoms together. I really did not want to write a world where racism existed and did that to the best of my ability.

So I wouldn't identify Corayne as having anywhere near the same experience as a POC!

#ask #realm breaker

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jon-snows-man-bun · 1 month

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By Turns

Chapter Three

Masterlist

The closer Eris gets to his goals the harder he has to work to keep all plates spinning. Tensions simmer underneath his new alliances, pulling him into the Hewn City where the impact of Rhysand’s rule shapes the future.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x OC. Other pairings to be added.

Other featured characters: Elain Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Azriel. Variable POV

Rating: E for Explicit. Minors DNI.

Warnings: misogyny, violence, torture and domestic abuse both on and off screen, sex, sexual violence, dubious consent, drug use, character death, no reliable narrators to be found. Further warnings to be added.

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A/N: Brief mention of suicide for dramatic emphasis in the first half of the chapter. Skip beyond the jump if it bothers you.

“Keir is up to something,” Rhysand said.

Azriel was sat in Rhys’ office in the River House. The male was behind his desk, fingers steepled as he examined income reports and taxation records from Keir, mouth firm and tight in a way that suggested he was more vexed than he was letting on.

Azriel had to agree. He was still mulling over his visit from the month previous, the way the fae had looked at him with such belligerence, embracing the pain and death coming to him in that abattoir. The way the blood matted into his blonde hair. Seeing Eris the next morning, his casual cruelty and Thanatos’ snipped question. Here to execute another one of my soldiers?

Azriel was spread thin as it was, monitoring Illyrian dissent, Tamlin in Spring, Beron in Autumn, and keeping an eye on things on the Continent with Mor. Maybe one day they’d have fewer enemies, he thought, then immediately realised he’d be out of a job in that case. Probably kill himself from the boredom too, beg Rhys on his knees to let him fight the Blood Duel just for something to do, some violence to sate him.

“He’s always up to something,” Azriel said, more as a deflection from that train of thought than anything else.

“These taxes…” Rhys mused, so focused that he wasn’t taking the bait. “Something is off. And that fae last month. Did you ever manage to find out if he was just an outlier?”

Azriel shook his head, shadows slinking up his legs, hiding him from his failure. “Not yet. I’ve reached back out to my spy. I don’t have many more shadows to spare.”

Spy - a generous word for what Oisin was, which was a male so desperate to escape the Court of Nightmares that he’d been willing to sell information for the chance.

Azriel didn’t say what he was thinking, which was that if they truly wanted to keep control over the Hewn City, they needed someone down there full time. On paper it was Mor, but in all of her years and battles, she’d never been able to conquer the way her family - and Eris - made her feel. The next most capable choice was Nesta, but Cassian would bludgeon them to death for even thinking it. Rhys didn’t want to condemn anyone to living there anyways, despite the way he had laughed at Mor’s suggestion to move Nesta there a few years ago.

In the deepest recesses of his mind, Azriel also knew the Hewn City would never accept a female. Rhysand had named Feyre his High Lady there and placed her on his throne while they knelt, but just like that fae he had tortured, he could see the barely concealed rage in them, the play-pretend bowing. He suspected Rhys knew it too, which was why he never made Feyre go down there if she didn’t want to, and never on her own. That power struggle - if it ever came to pass - would be ugly.

“And now fucking Vanserra sticking his nose in as well…” A muscle feathered in Rhys’ jaw. He tossed his pen onto his desk, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration.

“Give me a week,” he groaned. “I’ll dig into these, then let’s go back, rattle their cage a bit. Remind them we exist and they answer to me. Let’s have a meeting with Eris as well, see if we can discover his angle in this mess.”

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Eris had worn a groove in her thoughts. Her encounter with him had shocked her - the heat of his fingers and his mouth, the brush of his lips against her palm, the blazing, naked hunger in his eyes. He was dangerously beautiful, and predatory. The arrogance with which he grabbed her wrist, as if he could touch her as he pleased, still sent furious sparks of embarrassment through her when she thought of it. He had grabbed her like she was already his and it was inevitable, and the way he had scented her….

She had no interest in being a lordling’s amusement, no matter how much she wanted to bathe in the vitality and power of him, as if it could rub off on her. The heat of his skin has certainly seared into her, even as she hastened from the room. Even now, she thought she could feel the phantom trace of his lips, and wondered absently if she licked his skin whether it would taste of the outside.

Aisling squashed those thoughts before they carried her much further. Everyone knew his reputation for cruelty, the rumours of how he had spurned Lord Keir’s daughter rather than marry a female who was not a maiden. Perhaps he was merely bored, or wanted to bed a City female to return the dishonour, a game of cruelty by turns. She had no desire to find out which rumours were true and which were false, and she didn’t want the attention of being tupped then cast aside by the Autumn heir.

They had aught else to do but gossip in here; already, speaking with him for a scant moment was more noticeable than she wanted. She’d far rather slink by quietly, working on a way to get herself and her mother out. But no matter which way she span it, which course of action she thought through, she ran up against the hard truth that only the High Lord could release fae from the City.

Perhaps she could bargain her magic, her dream-weaving… but the High Lord was a daemati, so would have no need of it. He hated them all, anyways; far more advantageous for him to keep them trapped here. Aisling twirled her ribbon bookmark in her hand idly, halfway through her book, suddenly irritable and contemplative.

A knock on the door jolted her from her mood. Maeve, the maidservant, opened it with a ducked head.

“Lord Vanserra for you, my lady,” she said, departing. Aisling bolted up as Eris entered, suddenly panicked. In her home?

“My lord,” she stammered, dropping to a curtsy quickly to gather herself. She bloomed with anxiety. “This is ah, unexpected….”

And there Eris was, filling the drawing room with the force of his presence. He was taller than her, lean and corded with muscle, but she felt the weight of his magic like it was smoke slowly stealing all air from her. Her chest tightened in anxiety, even though he waited politely for her to sit before taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. Any monster could have manners; acting a gentleman meant nothing, not here.

He was a metre away from her, perhaps. His hair was so vibrant, even though the room was richly furnished. It was just him.

“I had a meeting with Rhysand about the trade agreement,” Eris remarked casually, as if she was ever privy to anything. As if this was a normal occurrence. Her anger and fear coiled together in her stomach like snakes. “I thought I would make a call on you afterwards.”

“You are very kind to do so, my lord,” Aisling said politely, hoping her anxiety wasn’t transmitted. By the way he watched her, as if she were a dinner time amusement, she guessed they were. She forced herself to still.

“Perhaps I desired to know your thoughts on the matter?” Eris suggested, failing to sound genuine. He looked entirely at ease in her drawing room, long arms flung across the back of the couch like it was his own.

“No male desires to hear a female’s thoughts,” Aisling snapped. She inwardly kicked herself for letting her moods rule her tongue, but Eris seemed amused. His amber eyes glinted dangerously, the fire throwing the angled planes of his face into sharp relief. She couldn’t stop looking at the line of his shoulders, the muscles corded down them; he lounged like an arrogant king.

“Maybe not the males in Night,” he said, voice losing its indolent, amused tone and taking on an edge. “Indulge me,” he bid her, as if she were a servant.

Aisling gave him her most insipid smile. “Lord Keir is clever and leads us well in all matters,” she said vacuously.

Eris’ eyes flashed.

“I’m sure,” He said lowly. Maeve came in with a tray, quietly pouring tea, but he didn’t react, didn’t break eye contact. Aisling didn’t say a word, waiting until the door had been shut behind the servant on her way out. The walls would listen, here. No space was safe.

“Why do you wish for my thoughts, my lord? You must have plenty of your own,” Aisling said, keeping her eyes cast down as she carefully lifted her teacup. He made her so nervous, so edgy; he took up all available air in the room and left her short of breath. Her chest ached at his closeness, the intensity of him.

“Perhaps yours are more interesting,” he said. “I rarely get to speak to any from Night who aren’t one of Rhysand’s bleating sheep. You’re all very mysterious here.”

When she didn’t answer, seeing no clear safe path, he nodded to the book on the side table. A tome on taxation history, thick as a brick.

“I wasn’t aware Night liked their females well versed in anything but pleasing males and marriage,” he drawled, needling her.

“They don’t, the book is for decoration,” Aisling replied, ignoring that the book had been propped open before her. A lie so transparent that Eris’ mouth twitched up. She needed him out of her house, did he not realise how much he put her at risk by being here, saying these things? The thought that he realised but just didn’t care made her stomach twist. What game was he playing?

She hated that she found Eris so lovely, that his scent of cedar and smoke and outside filling the room was driving her to distraction. He smelled fresh and alive, and he looked so vibrant, so out of place in her home. He was too bright to be down here, too wild and fierce; she didn’t believe he was here of any good intentions.

Eris clearly wanted information, was fishing for something. Or perhaps he just wanted to make a statement to someone watching. Aisling doubted anyone would be watching her, but they would surely be watching him - her stomach twisted in anxiety. She had to get him out. Give him something, get him gone. Something that wouldn’t catch up with her later.

“Any room with you in it needs no more decoration. Surely your beauty is enough,” Eris said smoothly, a flattery so slick it set Aisling’s teeth on edge. Empty words, to get her talking.

“One always needs more beauty around them,” Aisling murmured demurely in response, the proper display of coy dismissal in the face of a compliment. Lest she be seen as wanton, too vain, too accepting of male attention. How absurd that those were the worst things she could be considered to be, Aisling thought fleetingly, when she was so many other vile things, too.

“And more diamonds?” Eris pressed, leaning forward on his knees. He never stopped watching her, and she cast her mind about for a way to make him go.

“I rather have plenty,” Aisling said, toying with one of her rings. They piled gems on in the Hewn City, did they not elsewhere? Here gemstones were almost blasé; diamonds and onyx and moonstone were considered loyalist. Likewise to raven and dove feathers in hair combs, the colours of the Court. Pearls were currently fashionable and sought after, having to be imported at great cost from Summer. She touched her own feather comb absent-mindedly, a nervous habit her mother had tried to beat out of her, but when she was uncomfortable she often resorted to toying with her hair or her rings.

“And too many books, besides,” she added, picking up the tome carefully. “Perhaps you should have this one. I’m afraid it is far too dense for me to ever read, but for yourself…”

Eris watched her closely as she paged through the book quickly, selecting a chapter. She laid a velvet ribbon in it as a bookmark, then carefully handed it to him. His hands brushed hers as he took it.

“You are very generous,” he murmured, eyes meeting hers. She held her face still under his scrutiny, wishing he would leave, wishing they could speak plainly. His eyes burned as he held hers, brilliant and amber and lit by his magic.

She would happily bargain all of her wealth to say what she thought, to hear his thoughts in turn, to be truly alone. To demand what he wanted of her and hear a true reply. Did she desire Eris? Or merely the freedom to desire him? Their gaze broke as Maeve knocked on the door, sweeping it open to take the tea tray. The book vanished from Eris’ hands quickly. He rose, nodding to Aisling, she stood to curtsy in turn.

“I thank you for your hospitality, Lady Aisling,” he said, as if he hadn’t arrived at her home unexpectedly, imposing himself upon her. She bit her tongue at that, cooing her thanks at him, careful to not invite him back. Maeve was listening as she cleared the tray, escorting Eris out.

Once the room was empty, nothing remaining of Eris but the lingering smell of crisp air, the familiar sensation of despair and anger swallowed her whole. Aisling collapsed back into the sofa, pressing her hand to her mouth, willing herself back into stone. Her skin still smelled faintly of his, and she breathed it in until it was gone, her chest aching under the strain of keeping herself contained.

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A/N: Keir can have a little tax fraud, as a treat

#by turns #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x oc #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfiction #my writing

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