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merrybloomwrites · 4 months

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 1)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Y/N attends her first Harry Styles concert and catches the unwanted attention of a knothead alpha. Luckily Harry and his team are able get to you in time, leading to some confusing thoughts about the popstar.

Previous Chapters: Prologue

CW: Attempted assault (nothing too graphic but it is there)

Word Count: 4.7k

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“What do you mean you can’t go?” You ask incredulously. Going to the concert wasn’t even your idea. It was your friend Rachel’s and now she’s ditching you.

There’s a pause on the other end of the call before Rachel says, “It’s my dog. Well, my family dog that we’ve had since I was in middle school. She’s not doing well, and they think she only has a couple days left so now I have to drive back to Delaware to see her and say goodbye.”

“Oh my god, Rach, I’m so sorry!” And now you feel like a jerk for being mad at her canceling.

“Thanks. We knew it was coming but I hoped we had a few more weeks. Uhm, anyway, I need to finish packing and get on the road.”

“Of course, yea, safe trip home,” you quickly reply.

“You better take some videos of the concert and send them to me. Especially if he does something different for night one at MSG!”

“Rachel, I’m not gonna have any idea if he’s doing stuff different from his last shows, as I have no idea what his shows are like. But I promise to send you a couple videos, okay?”

“Still can’t believe you haven’t watched any videos from tour. What rock do you live under again?” You laugh at her teasing, mostly cause it’s true. The fact that you’ve made it this far without knowing much about Harry Styles surprises even you. “Have fun for both of us tonight,” Rachel says.

“I will, give your dog a belly rub from me. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

The call ends and you sit for a moment. You don’t really want to go to a concert alone, but that’s what your night now has in store. Rachel had tried calling some other people in your friend group, but they were all busy. You’d also texted your two best friends, Amelia and Violet, but it was too last minute for them to change plans and go with you.

So, alone it is.

You look at the outfit you had planned but decide against it. The leather pants and crop top ensemble isn’t exactly in your comfort zone, but Rachel chose it and wanted the two of you to match. Now that you’re on your own you switch to a pair of jean shorts with tights underneath and a flowy top, something you’re much more comfortable with. Harry’s music plays in the background while you get ready. You’d been studying the setlist to make sure you would know at least some of the songs he’ll perform. You’re happy when you find yourself singing along, showing that listening on repeat had worked.

After getting dressed you do your hair and makeup, then drive to your local train station. Living in north Jersey has its perks, and the quick train ride directly to Madison Square Garden might just be the biggest.

You get off the train and follow the trail of feathers from the boas which leads you directly to the venue. You show your ticket and are led to the entrance for the pit.

Being in the pit had also been Rachel’s idea. You’d never done that before, and you would have preferred somewhere with a seat, and honestly a better view from a higher vantage point. But you’d agreed to pit and in the weeks leading to the show you’d actually become excited to experience something new.

But now that you’re alone, you’re a bit overwhelmed. You’re one of the last people to arrive, since it’s only half an hour before the opener is set to start, so you end up hanging in the back. But even then, the large amount of people around you has you on edge.

Being a single female is hard. Guys are always hitting on women, feeling entitled to your company, not taking no for an answer. But being a single female omega is even harder. The way you see it betas have it easy, especially since they’re the majority. And alphas? Well, what do they have to worry about? They’re bigger, they’re stronger, they have their alpha voices that can command you and take away your free will if they want. Plus, they have an unmatched sense of superiority, thinking they’re so special just because of their secondary gender.

But you’re an omega. Often considered to be the weakest gender. Which is stupid. You’re the gender that gives birth, which takes way more strength than alphas could ever possess. And yet you’re still looked down upon by plenty of people in society.

So, you choose to hide your secondary gender. Only your family members plus Ameila and Violet know the truth. You don’t need anyone judging you based on one little trait.

Going out in public, especially at places as crowded as MSG always gives you anxiety. You never know if a knothead alpha is going to be there and literally sniff you out as an omega. But you trust your suppressants and soothers and, most importantly, your scent blockers, to do their jobs and hide your omega status from the strangers around you.

The pills have never failed in you in the eight years since you started taking them. You have no reason to doubt them now.

And yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the attention a certain man in the crowd is giving you. He is undoubtedly an alpha, one that for sure does not use scent blockers. In fact, you’re almost convinced he’s doing something to broadcast his scent, somehow make it even stronger. It’s an unpleasant odor, one that practically burns your nose, but you pretend you can’t smell it. Afterall, a beta wouldn’t be able to notice the scent.

But as much as you try to ignore the scent, going so far as to move to the entire other side of the pit, it still lingers. Because you are most definitely being followed. Seemingly casual glances at the crowd around you shows that the man has moved with you.

Going closer to the stage is the last thing you want to do, but getting deeper in the crowd might be what you need to shake off the man. The girls around you gladly welcome you and make space for you to join. A moment later the opening act starts to play, and you no longer smell the alpha. You’re relieved and get into the music for a few minutes.

Then the girls around you start to move, and you hear them say something about the bathroom. You decide to go with them since you could use a bathroom break and there will be safety in numbers. You keep your head down and casually follow, in hopes that the man won’t see you leaving the crowd.

Only once in the bathroom do you lift your head up. There’s a small line since most people are out listening to the first band. A moment later it’s your turn and you enter the stall. After using the restroom, you notice a large rip in your tights. You look at them, hoping they can be considered fashionably torn, but then you see another hole and decide to give up on them altogether.

It takes you a couple minutes to get rid of them, needing basically to fully undress from the waist down to get them off. Finally, you’re put together again, and you exit the stall, throw out the destroyed tights, and wash your hands. You notice that the group you came with is gone. In fact, the entire bathroom is now empty.

You sigh, disappointed that you’re on your own again, but you suck it up and start making your way back to the pit.

The second you walk out the bathroom door you smell it. Him. That acrid, somehow fishy, definitely revolting scent that alerts you that the alpha is nearby.

Before you even see him you hear him say, “Be quiet, and follow me.”

Shit. That’s an alpha command. You’re aware of that fact, but unable to fight it. You want to run, go back to the crowd, but you have no choice but to follow this man deeper into the back hallways. You want to scream, but every time you open your mouth, no sound comes out.

He leads you to a deserted corner, pushing you so your back is against a wall, and says, “Now stay quiet, and don’t move.”

Again, you do as he says, not only because of the command that you have to follow, but also due to the fear paralyzing you to the spot and rendering you silent.

“What a good little omega,” he says as he walks closer. He leans towards your neck, breath ghosting over your mating spot, and a loud whimper escapes you.

Realizing that you don’t need words to call for help, you begin to let out whines and whimpers as well as release distressed pheromones. Sure, you have scent blockers, but they’re not perfect and fear this strong will surely overpower them. You hope it’s enough to alert any other alphas nearby that there is an omega in danger.

You see the anger cross the man’s face, note the furious pheromones he’s releasing, but before he even reacts, your world goes dark.

***

Harry’s stylist is putting the finishing touches on his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Harry says.

The door opens and he sees his band standing just outside the room.

“Blood Orange is about to start,” his drummer, Sarah, says. “You coming to watch with us?”

“Yea, of course. I’ll join you in a minute.”

As soon as he’s left alone, Harry takes some calming breaths. Night one of fifteen consecutive sold out shows at Madison Square Garden. He can’t believe how far he’s come in his career. He takes another deep breath, reminding himself that he’s worked hard for this, that he’s completely ready.

After spraying one more dose of scent blockers, he walks out of his room and goes through the hallways to find his band. They’re at the end of one hall, standing at the opening they’ll use later to walk to the stage. Harry joins them, making sure they’re all back far enough that they are still hidden from the fans.

Harry mingles with his band while they wait for the opener to start their set. But after a minute, Harry starts to get an uneasy feeling. He himself isn’t nervous or scared, so he really doesn’t understand where this sudden anxiety is coming from.

Harry looks around and sees a worried look on Sarah’s face. Aside from Harry himself, Sarah is the only other Alpha in the band. So the fact that they both have a sudden bad feeling while the betas around them seem unbothered has Harry on edge.

He begins to look for any type of potential threat. Right away he notices that the two Alpha security guards are scanning the area as well, hinting that they’ve picked up on the same thing. One of them walks away to start looking for anything that could be going wrong.

Blood Orange takes the stage, and that anxious feeling seems to go away. Harry checks with Sarah and she’s feeling better too, so they assume whatever was wrong has been taken care of.

Everyone enjoys the first few songs, and suddenly, the feeling comes back, way stronger than before. Harry’s alpha is immediately alert. He starts moving before he even realizes what he’s doing. He hears footsteps and sees Sarah and a security guard following close behind.

None of them know exactly where the trouble is, they just follow their instincts through the backstage hallways. Suddenly, the feeling of overwhelming terror hits them, and they can faintly hear whimpers coming from a distressed omega.

They start to run in the direction the sounds are coming from. Rounding a corner, they come across a scene that has their blood boiling.

There’s a female omega, seemingly unconscious, being physically held up against a wall by a male alpha.

“Let her go,” Harry growls out using his alpha voice. It’s less effective on the man than it would be on an omega, but his grip on the girl involuntarily loosens. Harry and the security guard move in to pull the alpha off, and Sarah runs forward to catch the girl.

More security guards move in and drag the alpha away to be questioned.

Harry’s focus shifts to the omega now being held in Sarah’s lap on the floor. Adrenaline is still coursing through Harry’s body, but he feels himself relaxing faster than he thought possible. That’s when he realizes Sarah is releasing calming pheromones. He immediately works to do the same, rather than continue to broadcast the anger he’s feeling.

He knows his emotions can affect the vulnerable omega, and the last thing he wants to do is cause her most stress.

His most pressing worry is that she’s dropped. It wouldn’t be all that surprising. Omegas tend to drop during stressful situations. This can be dangerous for a number of reasons, especially if they don’t have a trusted alpha to keep them safe while they’re under.

Not only can they not protect their bodies, but a drop can also be a scary experience mentally. Omegas have described it as feeling untethered, like they’re stuck in darkness, unable to find a way out. There are good drops as well, ones you go into on purpose to give your mind rest. This is always done when there is an alpha there to hold and scent them and keep them safe and grounded throughout.

But if this is a drop, Harry knows it would be a bad one, and they’d need to gently bring her up immediately.

“Sarah?” Harry says to get the other alpha’s attention.

“Yes?” she replies, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Do you think she’s dropped?”

“No. At least not fully. I can still catch a bit of her scent. If she went fully under it would have disappeared completely.”

There’s movement all around them, members of venue security and Harry’s team all coming and going to ensure everyone is safe. Music and loud cheers can be heard, meaning the opening act if still playing, that the show was not interrupted by what happened backstage.

Harry and Sarah are focused solely on the omega, until they hear a familiar male voice say, “There you guys are. Sarah, you scared the shit out of me running off like that.”

She looks up at her husband, Mitch, and smiles sheepishly before saying, “Sorry, I really didn’t think. We heard her distressed whines and just reacted.”

“Is she okay?” Mitch asks, crouching down to be level with the group on the floor.

“We think so,” Harry answers. “There was an alpha who had her cornered. Not sure what exactly he was planning but it was obviously nothing good. She was unconscious when we got to her. Just wish she’d wake up so we can check that she’s really unharmed.”

“Is she in a drop?” Mitch asks. Being a beta he’s not as knowledgeable about these things but he knows enough to be concerned about the girl.

“No, definitely not a full drop. But I’ve been flooding the area with calming pheromones and she’s still not waking up,” Sarah says worriedly.

“Maybe she just senses unknown alphas around her. Why don’t I try holding her and you guys move away a bit?” He senses how reluctant they are to move away from the omega, but eventually they listen to Mitch.

He settles on the ground and Sarah passes the omega to him before moving to give them space. After another minute the girl begins to stir, groggily at first before her eyes shoot open and she jumps up to move away from all the people around her. They watch cautiously, unsure what to do with the sudden change in the situation.

***

For awhile you’re stuck in the dark. This isn’t a drop, not really. You’ve only ever dropped twice but you can tell there’s a difference this time. You’re still aware of what’s going on around you, even if the details are fuzzy.

The alpha is gone. That you know for sure. The awful smell is gone, replaced by a much more pleasant one. It’s a mix of black tea and maybe the ocean? Whatever it is reminds you of early morning walks on the beach during family vacations. You relax more into this scent, and then notice that fresh laundry smell which always means someone is releasing calming pheromones.

You start to relax, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. You can still sense multiple alphas, which keeps you a bit on edge. You try to open your eyes, but you’re still in a deep fog, probably due to the mix of intense emotions and the multiple alpha commands you’d been subjected to.

You don’t realize that someone is holding you until they shift and place you in another person’s arms. The alpha scent fades and you know the person now holding you is for sure a beta.

Finally, you manage to open your eyes. It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, but when you do, you’re overwhelmed, and honestly a bit embarrassed. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, the world-famous popstar you’re here to see, is sitting across the hall from you, studying you closely. Next to him is a woman you recognize as his drummer.

After these discoveries, you fully realize your current position; that you’re being held in someone’s lap. One glance at the man shows it’s Harry’s guitarist. You’re no longer embarrassed. No, now you’re completely mortified. You quickly extract yourself from his hold and stand up, looking at the group, totally speechless.

They slowly stand as well, all looking at you. And not just them, but the other dozen or so people that are still in the hallway. There are so many eyes on you, watching you, and you just want to disappear.

Picking up on your unease, Harry says, “Why don’t we go somewhere less exposed, hm? You can hang in my dressing room and maybe have a medic look you over if that’s alright?”

Without thinking you begin to nod your head, just wanting to get somewhere quiet with less people. He reaches out as though to place his hand on your back and lead you but seems to think again and pulls his arm back. Instead, he walks ahead, and you follow, Mitch and Sarah coming as well.

You arrive at the room, groaning when you see more people waiting there. One’s the medic Harry mentioned, another is obviously a police officer, and the third is a man you don’t recognize.

“Harry, need to you choose your outfit and get dressed. We’ll take care of, uhm, sorry I didn’t catch your name,” says the man.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you say immediately, surprised at just how scratchy your voice comes out.

Sarah must pick up on it because she asks you, “Would you like a cup of tea love?”

You can’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that.

“What’s go funny?” she asks, smiling as well.

“It’s just, your scent, it definitely smells like tea. And the first thing you say to me is about tea. Sorry, I know it’s not polite to comment on someone else’s smell,” you finish, head lowering in a new wave of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not offended,”

“Plus, you’re right,” Harry adds. “Swear I can’t make a cup of tea without thinking of her.”

“Aw, H, you think of me? How sweet,” she says with a joking tone.

“Real sweet,” Mitch says, then adds, “But stay away from my girl.”

You smile watching the easy interaction, happy to be distracted by their banter, sipping on the tea Sarah brings you.

That is until the man, whom you’ve learned is Harry’s manager, Jeff, reminds Harry that he’s supposed to be getting dressed, and the cop and medic walk over to you. There’s a table in one corner of the room and they lead you to it.

“Y/N, I’m Kate, I’m just going to get your vitals and check you over to make sure you’re okay, is that alright with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply.

“And I’m Officer Michaels, is it okay if I ask you some questions about the incident tonight?"

“Of course.”

And so, as Kate does a quick exam you tell the whole story to the officer, starting with the uneasy feeling when you first noticed the man, all the way to him using his alpha voice to corner you in a back hallway.

Harry had reentered the room by this point, dressed in his show outfit and looking completely ready to get on stage. But he’s making no moves to leave the room, even though Jeff is reminding him the show is supposed to start in five minutes. Mitch and Sarah leave to finish getting ready themselves.

“Are we all set here?” You ask Kate and Officer Michaels.

“I have everything I need,” he replies. Kate adds, “Everything checks out just fine,” and they both exit the room as well.

This leaves you with just Harry and Jeff.

“Great, so I guess I should go back to the pit then?” You knew you were holding everything up and didn’t want to be more in the way than you already have been.

“Actually, Y/N, it would probably be best if you stay here for the show. Jeff, can you go grab Jada for me?”

The man nods, leaving you alone in the room with Harry. He motions to the couch, inviting you to sit and you do so. He sits on the coffee table facing you.

“I know you want to see the concert, and I know the man is gone, but I have to admit, my alpha is a bit on edge right now. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I could go out there and perform if you’re not completely safe. I would really like it if you stayed in this room and watched the concert on the TV over there. I promise to get you and your friends tickets to another show, alright?”

You’re taken aback by this, surprised by how much he seems to care about you, a random fan he’s never met before. And knowing that his alpha was triggered by what happened to the point where it’s still uneasy is a pretty big deal. That normally doesn’t happen with strangers. Sarah was no longer worried, and the alpha security guards were completely fine the second they caught the man.

So why was Harry’s alpha still calling the shots? It would make sense if you were partners, or at the very least, friends. Maybe Harry does truly care that deeply about all of his fans. That must be it. Because it certainly can’t be you in particular. There’s nothing special about you, other than being a damsel in distress and nearly derailing his show.

He must see the confusion on your face and continues, “Jada will be here in a moment, and she’ll hang out with you. Anything you need, just ask her. I won’t see you after the show, I leave right from the stage, but talk to Jada and Jeff and they’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“Okay, thank you so much for everything,” you reply.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. Y/N, I am so very sorry something like this happened to you here. I always want this to be a fun, safe place for everyone.”

“It’s not your fault. Please, don’t feel bad. It is completely that knothead’s fault. You guys are the ones that saved me.”

He reaches forward and places his hand on top of yours, just for a second. Your hand tingles as he pulls away, like a bolt of electricity had just gone through it. You meet his eyes, and see he felt it too. You stare at each other, frozen for a moment, until there’s another knock at the door.

Harry stands quickly and introduces you to Jada as she joins you on the couch.

“Okay, I have to go before Jeff kills me. Y/N please give Jada your contact info so we can get those new tickets to you. Get some safe,” he says.

“Thank you, break a leg,” you reply and a second later he’s gone.

You talk to Jada throughout the start of the show, smiling as she lets you in on some behind the scenes info about the tour. After a few songs she asks if there’s anything she can get you.

“I actually have kind of a weird favor. I was supposed to come with a friend, but she couldn’t come at the last minute. I promised to send her videos and she’s going to be suspicious if I don’t have any. Would you be able to take a couple videos from the pit? I just don’t want to have to explain what happened. At least, not yet.”

“Of course, girl, I’ve got you. I’ll go get a couple of the next songs. Are you okay in here? There’s security outside the door so no one will be able to get in.”

“Yea, I’ll be fine,” you reply with a smile.

She walks out and you sink into the couch, grateful for a few minutes alone. Everyone has been so lovely, but it’s been a lot, and you need a minute just to breathe. You close your eyes, relaxing your body, and when you’re fully calm, you smell it.

There’s another alpha scent, but not one of a person nearby. No, it’s in the fabric of the couch. And the blanket next to you. And the shirt draped over the back of the couch.

It’s Harry’s scent. And it’s amazing. So clean, and fresh, with hints of chocolate, and the forest, and something sweet. Maybe roses, you think. Definitely a hint of floral. And once you catch the scent, it’s all you can think about, like it’s wrapped you in a warm hug. You feel better than you have in hours, the stress of the day fully washing away.

Even when Jada comes back, Harry’s smell is what you focus on the most. She notices you’re quieter than before and must assume you’re just tired from everything that has happened. She goes back out towards the end of the show to grab another video and you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side, right where the shirt is, and purposely take a deep breath. It’s almost overwhelming, your omega telling you to steal the shirt so you’ll always have the delicious scent with you.

That snaps you back to reality. You need to get your omega under control. You’re just like every other fan, thirsting for the amazing Harry Styles. Get a grip, you tell your omega. He’ll never be ours, don’t get attached.

Jada comes back, the show ends, and she leads you to a car that will bring you home. She asks for your car keys and ensures someone else will grab it from the station and drop it off at your place. She rides with you back to your home, along with a security guard.

You exchange numbers during the drive and breathe a sigh of relief when your apartment building comes into view. It’s been an exhausting day, and you can’t wait for a hot shower and your comfy bed.

You thank Jada for everything and notice them waiting for you to get safely inside before driving away.

You scorch your skin in the shower, put on your comfiest pajamas, and burrow under your covers.

You fall asleep that night not thinking of the horrible alpha, and the horrors of the day, but rather of green eyes, soft hands on yours, and the delicious scent that can only belong to Harry.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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She Gets the Last Word Part 3

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You're going to learn one way or another not to mess with the First Lady

Synopsis: An Instagram live featuring Anitta was the absolute last straw when she mentioned the First Lady. She catches wind of it and realizes that there is truly only one way to settle this

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Slight NSFW 18+

Requested by my baby @hoodharlow 😘🥰

Read part 1 and part 2 first

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“Baby?” You said to Jack in order to get his attention. The both of you were laying down with Jack lying on top of your chest.

“Yes mamas?”

“I’m thirsty so I’m going downstairs. Do you want anything?”

“You.”

“Jackman! I meant to eat or drink!”

“Uh yeah, my wife.”

“I can’t with you. Baby, move over so I can get up.”

“No.”

“I’ll be right back!”

“You have thirty seconds starting now.”

“Jack, it’s going to take at least thirty seconds to get your ass off of me.”

“Not you fat shaming me.” Jack said while looking down at you from his rightful spot on top of your boobs.

“No one even said that so stop being dramatic. I’ll be right back.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“Fine.” You leaned down to plant multiple kisses on your husband and when he was satisfied, he finally rolled off of you so you could get up.

“I’m already missing you! Don’t take too long!”

“I promise I won’t, it’ll be less than five minutes..”

While you were downstairs, Jack suddenly got a notification on his instagram saying that Anitta went live and he had been mentioned. He immediately rolled his eyes and wasn’t going to bother clicking on it since he knew that this was dangerous territory from previous experiences. You had almost fought her at least two times before and he was trying for there not to be a third time.

And once he did, he immediately regretted it.

“Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

Oh, fuck.

Not wanting for you to find out, Jack quickly left the live, and simply threw his phone to the side and waited for you to come back.

He was trying to do something to occupy himself and keep his composure before you came back so that you wouldn’t notice that anything was wrong.

Two minutes later you came back and noticed that Jack was looking a little nervous which left you confused.

“Smush? You okay?” You asked concerned and brushed one of your hands through his curls as you settled back down beside him.

“I’m fine, baby girl.”

“Then why do you look so nervous? Did something happen in the two minutes I was gone?” You asked while laughing wondering what possibly could have occurred.

“Nope.”

“I’ll get it out of you sooner or later. I always do.”

“It’s nothing mamas.”

“Don’t you think I know when you aren’t telling me the truth by now? We’ve been together for almost ten years.”

“I just… I don’t want you to worry about it. Let’s just finish watching the movie.”

“Jack, you don’t want me to worry about what exactly?”

“Baby girl, it’s nothing. I promise.”

“If it wasn’t nothing, you wouldn’t be this nervous to tell me. Baby, come on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it and deal with it like we always do.” You said while leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Just then your phone went off signaling an incoming facetime call from your best friend Saweetie and you immediately answered.

Now Jack knew he was in for it because he had a good feeling as to why she was calling you.

“Hey! What’s going on?” You answered with a smile. It had been about two days since the last time you two had a facetime call. But, being best friends you made sure to text each other every day.

“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DID YOU FUCKING SEE ANITTA’S LIVE?!”

“What? Girl, why would I watch that? I could care less about her.”

“Baby, you about to care about this. She said and I quote “Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

You were quiet for a few minutes trying to take in what Saweetie had just told you.

Oh, so she was really asking for it now

“I’m sorry, what? Come again?”

Jack knew he was done for.

“And she and her fans were tagging Jack during the entire thing! He didn’t say anything to you?! I think they were saying he logged on at one point but didn’t say anything.She was eating that shit right up when her fans started bashing you.”

Jack was now trying to make an escape out of the bedroom, but you quickly caught him out of the corner of your eye.

“Jackman Thomas stop right there and get your ass back here. Di, let me call you back.”

“Oh shit, don’t kill your husband.”

“No promises.”

Once you hung up, you threw your phone to the side and crossed your arms while looking up at your husband.

“Pookie?”

“Yes?” Jack answered while rubbing the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.

“Did you log onto her live and not tell me?”

“Umm?”

“Did you hear her say that?”

“Kinda sorta.”

“JACKMAN EITHER YOU DID OR YOU DIDN’T. SO WHICH ONE IS IT?”

“I heard it, but baby I didn’t mention it because she’s not important!”

“Oh, so this is why you were acting all nervous and shit when I came back, huh?”

“Y/N, let it go, please. You know that she is nothing compared to you. I love you and that’s it. That’s all. End of story.”

“Nuh uh. I told that bitch that she had one more time and this is strike three. Imma kick her ass now.”

“BABY!”

“No! She’s asking for it and she doesn’t know when to quit.”

“This is exactly what she wants! She wants to get a reaction out of you.”

“Well she fucking got it. I can’t believe you weren’t even going to say anything to me.”

“Babe….”

“Admit it. You weren’t. Saweetie had to be the one to tell me and not the person that I’m married to. Do you not see anything wrong with that picture?”

“I thought because she’s not important that it wouldn’t matter.”

“Well you thought wrong.”

“Come here, stink.” Jack sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap and kissed your forehead.

“What?” You asked while crossing your arms.

“First of all, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you. Second, I love you. You know that right?”

“I know, I love you too." You muttered back while trying to look anywhere and everywhere except your husband's eyes.

“You know you’re the only one for me, right?”

“Yes, but you’re mine and I can’t understand why people want to be so disrespectful of that.”

“I agree baby. But you are literally the only person to ever make my heart skip a beat and have butterflies and shit. No one else will ever come close.”

“Stop smush!” You exclaimed while hiding in the crook of his neck.

“I’m serious!” Jack moved you to the side so that he could lift your chin in order to be able to face him.

“I know you are. I just…. It’s hard to see people talk about your husband and be disrespectful. It’s like we’re married so she needs to back off. If she doesn’t want to be single so bad, she needs to get a boyfriend.”

“I know and the best thing we can do is to ignore it.”

“But!” Jack immediately cut you off with a kiss.

“Baby, promise me.”

"I'm from the southside of Atlanta and you know good and damn well that I don't play that shit. Someone needs to put that bitch down."

"Y/N, I'm serious."

"I know shit is serious when you're calling me by my first name."

"I'm going to need for you to do better. All of this fighting shit needs to stop. We're trying to build our future and we need to focus on that and not you kicking someone's ass on a weekly basis."

"But…"

"I don't care if they deserve it either. I need you to promise me and once again lose the damn attitude."

“I promise.” you replied and Jack leaned down to kiss you once more.

Not being satisfied with your tone of voice, Jack then eyed you and made a face.

"Lay down. Now.”

"Or what?"

"One of these days Mrs. Harlow is going to learn to stop testing me and getting an attitude." Jack replied while reaching under your shirt and massaging your left breast which resulted in a soft moan erupting from you.

"I.. don't have.. an attitude." You replied between breaths as Jack began to place soft kisses on the side of your neck that was facing him before replacing his mouth with his hand slightly choking you making you whimper.

"You sure about that?" Jack asked while slipping your shirt over your head and making the motion to slide you off of his lap and lay you down.

You stayed quiet as Jack then removed your shorts leaving you completely bare in front of him.

"I asked you a question, baby." You heard him say as he reached down to massage small circles on your clit making you whimper.

"I'm sure."

"Well I beg to differ. Keep them legs spread."

You, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole decided to do a small get together and the four of you decided to go to dinner and go bowling afterwards since Jack was currently in New York and you could use the company and the distraction from the instagram live that had taken place.

All of you were in Atlanta, and Nicole wasn't taking any summer classes so you invited her to come along.

You admit that you weren't very good at bowling. None of you were, however, it was still fun nonetheless.

It was your turn when you heard the familiar voice of the one person who you couldn't stand.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You actually let your husband go somewhere by himself?"

Anitta.

You were doing your best to ignore her and focused on the pins that were staring back at you at the end of the lane to knock as many down as possible.

"No this bitch didn't." You heard Saweetie say from behind you.

"She needs to take her ass on somewhere."

"I know you heard me, little girl."

You tossed the ball down the lane before turning to the left to look at her.

"I'm going to need for you to stay over there and mind your own business."

"Or what? Is Mrs. Harlow going to beat my ass? I'd like to see you try. Don't like being called little girl huh?"

"Oh shit, her hoe ass is asking for it now." Danielle added while looking over at her.

"Keep in mind, my husband isn't here to hold me back so watch your mouth."

"You would've thought that she learned from the last two times." Nicole muttered while rolling her eyes.

Danielle then stepped in front of you to peer up at Anitta since she was shorter than her as well.

"Walk away. You don't want to go there with her."

"Aw! How cute! Big sister has to step in and fight your battles for you."

"Not at all. She can defend herself just fine. However, if you step towards my little sister, you're going to have to deal with me too."

"I'm not scared of you or her little self for that matter."

"Famous last words." Nicole said while shaking her head.

"Anitta, I have given you multiple opportunities to walk away and yet you're still over here in my face."

"Hmm oh how did you like my Instagram live? Can't wait until Jack can take a dress off me."

All you saw was red.

You reached past Danielle and lunged at her making her fall backwards and slide under one of the many chairs that was set up near the lane she was bowling in.

"Get off of me you crazy bitch!"

"Oh! I got your crazy bitch alright!" You said while landing another punch as she was trying her best to push you off of her.

Just then Nicole noticed one of Anitta's friends trying to come up behind you to attempt to throw a punch at you and she immediately stepped in.

"Don't you fucking touch my cousin, bitch!"

Two more of Anitta's friends came over to attempt to defend her and that was when Danielle as well as Saweetie stepped in.

“Bitch if you make me break a nail I swear!”

“See, yall talked all that shit and can’t even fight!”

“We from the southside of Atlanta and we don’t play that shit.”

At one point, you were now standing and grabbed Anitta by her hair as she was kicking and screaming and threw her down one of the bowling alley lanes actually knocking down the pins.

"Now that's what I call a strike." You said aloud and could hear Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole laughing.

You looked down at your right hand to see that one of your nails had broken and you rolled your eyes.

"Your dumbass made me break a nail."

All you could hear was Anitta moaning as you squatted down to face her.

She was bleeding from only God knew where and you didn't feel bad for her one bit.

She got what was coming to her and she was asking for it for almost eight months.

"I warned your bitch ass to stay away from me and my man. Now look what happened. I don’t know why your ass is up here crying. Maybe next time you'll actually listen to directions and stay the fuck away. And hire a new hairdresser. Those tracks came out a little too easily. I always get the last word." You state while tossing the loose track in her face.

Just then you heard sirens outside and looked at your older sister with wide eyes.

"Go out the back go go! I'll get our purses." You heard Saweetie say as you slipped off your heels in an attempt to be able to get your car faster.

Once the four of you were safely in your car, the realization of what had just happened was finally starting to set in.

"Finally! That bitch deserved it!" Nicole exclaimed while checking to make sure that she didn't break any nails.

"She did but…"

"But what, Y/N?"

"Jack is going to be so mad at me."

---

Meanwhile Jack was in New York currently looking at a necklace that he got for you. It had his initial J on it and it was in rose gold. He couldn’t wait to be able to give it to you when he flew back to Atlanta in the next three days.

Just then Urban shoved his phone into Jack’s face to show him something on his timeline on instagram.

“Watch this! Watch how this girl literally threw the other one down the lane in the bowling alley!”

Jack took Urban’s phone and was watching the fight unfold from the beginning.

“Got damn, did she tear her tracks out?!”

“And she’s so much smaller in comparison to the other girl, but she kicked her ass. I wonder what started the whole thing.”

“Who knows?”

“How much do you wanna bet it was probably over a guy?”

“Probably was. Do you think Y/N will like this?” Jack asked, showing Urban the necklace.

“If it has anything to do with you, you know that she’ll love it.”

Just then Jack had an incoming facetime call from you.

“And look at that, you talked her up.” Urban said while walking out of the room.

“Hey my baby!”

“Hey babe! How are you?”

“I’m good, you surviving without me?” Jack asked and you simply shrugged.

“I’m doing the best that I can, but I mean the girls can only keep me entertained for so long.”

“EW! SPARE US THE DETAILS!” Jack heard Nicole yell and all he did was laugh.

“Well it won’t be too much longer and I’ll be back. And what are you still doing up?”

“You already know that I can’t go to sleep unless I talk to you first.”

“I know.”

Just then you moved your hand in front of the camera and Jack caught sight of your broken nail.

“Baby!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I just got your nails done before I left and you broke one already?”

“Oh, you know me. Just a little clumsy at times. I’ll call her to get it fixed tomorrow.”

“You okay, mamas?” Jack asked while eyeing you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something wasn’t right.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know…. You just seem a little off. I just want to make sure my baby is good.”

“I promise I am. I’m about to go to sleep so I love you and can’t wait to see you on Friday.”

“Love you too, baby girl.”

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theshaderoom: yall remember that video we posted the other day with two girls fighting in the bowling alley in Atlanta? we have officially gotten word that it was none other than Y/N the First Lady of Private Garden and Anitta!! Eye witness accounts state that Anitta went up to Y/N first, however it is believed that the First Lady threw the first punch! We’ll be sharing details as we learn more!

jackharlowsource: oh shit does jackharlow know his wife is still out in these streets fighting?

normani: YESS MY BABY BEAT HER ASS! SHE DESERVED IT!

druski2funny: y/ninsta THREW HER DOWN THE DAMN LANE!!!! jackharlow GET YOUR WIFE LMAOOOO

lilnasx: all I saw were tracks flying lmaoooo wheww anitta you should have known better girl! y/n don’t play about her man! strike three!

sza: I AM SCREAMINGGGGGGGG

jackandy/naremyparents: come on y/ninsta we love you, but how much longer are you going to keep fighting people for?

thestallion: wait one damn minute, I spy saweetie, mortirolo, and danivalentine 😭😭😭

urbanjack24: did yall notice how all of them are staying quiet as hell? lmaooo but anitta deserved it. y/ninsta kept warning her

druski2funny: anitta how them floorboards taste? you shoulda known better than to play with my girl!

lilnasx: WAIT A MINUTE! I AIN’T KNOW mortirolo HAD HANDS LIKE THAT!

softtcurse: so sad I missed this in person. y/ninsta I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself and kicking that bitch’s ass

urbanwyatt: YASMIN!

softtcurse: urbanwyatt what? what I say?

jackharlowsource: DJ drama is going to end up dropping her ass if she keeps this up. Jack has the patience of a saint but he deserves better from his wife. this makes all of privategarden look bad

Jack was in disbelief as he scrolled through the multiple comments and the tags of the most recent post on the shade room.

All of PG was with him and no one was uttering a word, not knowing if it was safe to do so or not. Jack’s jaw was clenched and the famous neck vein was sticking out.

“Umm, Jack?”

He didn’t even bother responding.

“Look I know you didn’t want her fighting but the girl deserved it.” Shloob said while passing his blunt to Urban who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“And she didn’t say anything to you?”

“Nope, and she had called me that night and acted as if nothing was wrong.”

Jack was then trying to call you, but it would go to voicemail every single time.

“She has to know that you know. I have never seen a time when she didn’t answer a call or a text from you.”

Jack then sent a text to Neelam who he knew already was aware of what you had done.

Jack- I need to get on a flight to Atlanta in the next hour

Neelam- You still have some things to do first

Jack- It can wait. I need to go and talk to my wife

Neelam- Just call her

Jack- Nah, this needs to be said in person

Jack had then landed in enough time in order to get to your show and was going to confront you before you went on stage. He couldn’t wait until after.

All he could see was red and couldn’t believe that you would keep something like this from him.

Once he got to the arena, Brandi was the first one to spot him and was trying her best to calm him down before he went to see you.

“Jack, I know you’re mad...”

“With all due respect Brandi, you don’t know a got damn thing right now. Where is my wife?”

Brandi simply pointed in the direction of your dressing room and Jack was soon in the doorway. He peeked in to see you, Julissa, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole and made a note to get on them later for letting you fight and not pulling you away.

Nicole was the first to spot him.

“Oh, shit.” You heard her mutter and turned to see that you were now face to face with a pissed off husband.

“Everybody, out now. I need to talk to my wife.”

Everyone filed out of the room and you were actually legit scared of what was about to happen.

“Y/N….”

“Yeah, pookie?”

“Cut the fucking shit right now. So you decide to fight her even though I told you to let it go? And end up on TMZ and The Shade Room? Oh, and not answering your phone when I called you? You knew what the hell you did and you weren’t even about to tell me?”

“Babe…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me because I’m not done. Do you… do you not realize how that makes you look? How it makes all of PG look? You’re better than that, at least I thought you were. You get mad when I keep shit from you but you turn around and do the exact same thing.”

“Wait…”

“I’m not waiting for a got damn thing. You promised me that you would stop doing this shit and I turn around and here we are again? Why are you even crying? Your tears really aren’t doing anything for you right now so stop. I am so disappointed in you, I can’t even begin to explain how much. So, this is the type of example you want to set for our kids? Because you know they’re going to see this one day, right?”

“That is not fair and you know it! I was defending myself because she legit started it. I was going to ignore her, but she kept going!”

“And I’m about to get on Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole for just letting it happen.”

“Don’t blame them.”

“How can I not? They were with you weren’t they?”

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Nah, sorry is not cutting it. I am so tired of you pulling this shit.”

“I…”

“You cannot always fight your battles with your actual fists all the damn time, you’re an adult so you need to act like one. We aren’t in high school anymore.”

You were sitting there quiet because for once you were at a loss for words.

“Like Y/N, you promised me and what? You forgot and that shit went out the window?”

You remained quiet and didn’t offer a response.

“So, you don’t have anything to say now?”

“I said I was sorry, smush.” You tried to come closer to Jack to embrace him, but he immediately backed up.

That definitely stung.

“You can be sorry all you want, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t do better.”

Without another word, Jack left out of your dressing room and you were left to sit there and reflect on everything that had happened in the past week. The tears wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

He then cornered Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole in the hallway and they knew that they were about to be in for it.

“So, yall just let her fight her huh?”

“Jack…”

“No, I told yall to keep an eye on her and keep her company, not have her fight and the three of you jump in too! You didn’t even try to stop her!”

“In our defense, Anitta did start talking shit first.”

“Okay? Ignore that shit. All three of you are too old to be acting like that and that is the exact same thing that I told her.”

“We had to defend her!”

“Yall trying to justify what you need is not going to fly with me. And Danielle you’re the oldest so I kind of expected more from you. That’s your little sister yes but come on.”

“Jack if you would have heard how she was talking to Y/N...” Danielle started to say but was immediately cut off.

“I’m done talking about this, I just…. The four of yall are dead wrong.”

“Wait, Jack where are you going?”

“Tell her I’ll see her at home, I’m too pissed off right now.”

It had been two weeks since everything went down and it was safe to say that Jack was barely speaking to you.

You couldn’t blame him, however, one thing that you’re always going to do is defend yourself.

There was so much tension in the house and Urban was doing his best to keep the peace, but it didn’t seem like anything was working.

You had made one of Jack’s favorite desserts as a peace offering and he didn’t even touch it.

2fo ended up eating it.

Wanting for this to be over with, you went upstairs to your shared bedroom to confront him.

Jack was scrolling on his phone and didn’t even make a point to look at you when you walked into the room which has never been the case.

“Baby?”

“What?” Jack answered you but still didn’t take his eyes off of his phone.

“Are you still mad?”

“Not as much as I was before but yes.. Did you need something?”

“I… I really am sorry.”

“You know how you can prove to me that you are?”

“What’s that?”

“You seriously need to go to therapy and anger management.”

“Oh…”

“Were you expecting me to say something else?”

“I really didn’t know what to expect.” You replied being completely honest.

“Seriously, you need to do it because I don’t feel comfortable bringing a child into this situation.”

“Jack…”

“No, I'm not budging on this. I’m not having you walk around here mad and angry at the world because someone decided to say something about one of us with you carrying our child. They can sense that shit. And you aren’t about to put yourself or our child at risk. You know how your anger is.”

You sighed before replying to him knowing that he was right.

“I guess that makes sense. I promise I’ll go.”

“Don’t promise me anything, show me. You promised me that you wouldn’t fight her and look how that turned out.”

“I’ll try my best to do better.”

Just then you got a text on your phone from Brandi.

Brandi- Y/N, I don’t want you to panic but....

You- Out with it Brandi

Brandi- I’m pretty sure that Anitta is going to press charges

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Rope Him In ( Cato x District 10! Reader x slight! Marvel) Pt. 6

Summary: Interview

A/n: Sorry for any inconsistencies and spelling errors, enjoyyyyyy!

Pt.5 Pt.4 Pt.3 Pt.2 Pt.1

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Chapter 6: Interview

The games were Tomorrow. Today was your last day of peace and possibly life. Most of the time today was supposed to be spent preparing for the interview, however, Dolly and Rasmey gave you two or three hours of bliss before having to prepare.

You were positive Buckley was out in the rose garden with Dolly. It was only natural for him to want to be outside instead of cooped in like you. Ramsey had come in to check on you twice but eventually stopped when he assumed you were sleeping. In reality, you were crying. Crying the whole two hours mourning the fact that you’d never get to see the faces of your family again.

You remembered Amaranto and how the two of you would’ve been having breakfast together at this time. Or how you would have packed your Pa a lunch to take to work. You thought about those Sunday afternoons spent sitting on the dry grass with a blanket, just the three of you talking about life and reminiscing about your mother, occasionally eating something special when they’d work overtime.

You thought about the times you spent with Clarabell in the angry rivers, scared out of your mind that a peacekeeper would come and hurt you both, but having so much fun in the water that you forgot that they even existed in the first place.

Your mind went to Buckley. It was crazy how you went from greeting each other in the morning at school to being with each other every day. He looked out of place in the Capitol, and so did you. It was odd seeing someone from home on the screen, but you guessed that’s how he felt about you too. The two of you had grown closer than you would have ever at home. That’s when you started realizing that you should’ve appreciated everything you had at home instead of slowly isolating yourself as you grew up.

Wiping the snot from your nose you decided to get up and wash your face. The clock read 12, and that meant it was time for your mentors to get you interview-ready. The actual interview itself was to start at 6 pm. However, you still had to practice your speech and what you were going to say to several different questions. The whole point was to make you appealing to not only the sponsors but the Capitol as a whole. After all, the sooner the tributes get used to the Capitol’s mannerisms, the better the victor will adapt.

“Alright, let's try this again.” It had been thirteen minutes and Pradain was still struggling to get you to sit up straight.

“Come on, we started an hour ago, I’m sure they can learn how to sit up straight later. What’s important is that we get them to speak clearly and with charm.” Dolly protested as Pradain pressed a hand to your back to get you upright.

Pradain’s outfit consisted of satin gloves, and a matching dress that towered to his ankles, his feet adorned with five-inch platforms. It was beyond you how he had learned to walk in those.

“Don’t be ridiculous Dolly, this is a must when it comes to Capitol mannerisms. Now up!” Groaning you forcefully sat up, your shoulders still drooping.

“Ah! See- I thought you were shaped weird, but you’re just not lifting your shoulders.” He clasped his hands onto them, bringing them up and fixing your head’s posture. “See? That wasn’t too bad. Now let’s do it again.” He instructed,

You looked over at Buckley- who had a scarf tied around him and the chair, propping him up straight. “I think I got it.” The poor boy pleaded to be untied.

“You stay. And you,” He pointed at you, “Up!”

Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Alright well, I’m just gonna go ahead and start reading these questions. Ramsey was already dressed in his suit claiming that he didn’t want to put it on later, so he decided to put it on now.

He shuffled through some cards with common interview questions. “Alright, Buck-o this one’s for you. How would you describe home?”

Buckley perked up, “Easy- Home is-”

“AH! This isn’t a test, it's an interview. Tell them why you like home, what makes it special. Start with, ‘Well, home to me is-’” Pradain scolded Buckley.

“Right, ok.” He nodded and looked at Ramsey to reread the card.

“How would you describe home?” You looked over at Dolly, your face bored and uninterested. She noticed it and ushered you to pay attention to Buckley, sitting up straight which reminded you to sit up as well. Your back was on fire, you always thought you had an okay posture, but only now knew that it was too forward leaning.

“Home to me is..” He stopped to think, his nose twitching as he was lost in thought, “Home to me is the yellow sunset, the dirt on my boots after a long day of work, the voices of my siblings arguing over a small toy, the pretty girls fluttering their eyelashes at me, the way their hair falls on their shoulders, and how round their-”

“Okay, no stop- you’re getting distracted.” You laughed at Buckley’s response, starting nicely but going off-topic.

“Alright then, at least you’ll make them laugh. You’ve got a good voice too Buckley, nice start.” Dolly tried making the best of things.

“Same Question for you (Y/n). How would you describe home?” Ramsey put the cards down, his tired eyes looking at you as he waited for your response.

“Any time now.” Spoke up Pradain.

“Home to me is…Home to me is.” There was about a three-second pause, “My Brother. My Pa. Our little house by the wheat fields, and the river that runs through 10.” It wasn’t much, but it’s all that could come to mind.

“That’s a start.” Dolly smiled.

“We need you to say more, and don’t be afraid to get emotional, the Capitol loves that. They eat it up.” Ramsey crossed his legs. “We’re gonna have a long day.” He sighed.

4 pm came quicker than anticipated. In the period you’d been practicing you were able to learn to project your voice, and Buckley learned how to be quieter. The two of you learned some fancy words, though you doubted you’d use them in a genuine sentence.

Sashay and the rest of the stylists waited for you down at the stylist quarters where you were ready to get replucked like a chicken. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but the stinging feeling was still there. After you got bathed, they began working on your hair. Its (H/c) color being amplified and made brighter as they put some chemicals on it. It smelled foul, far worse than the cow poop at home.

Your nails were painted black and white, You mentally groaned knowing where this was going. When your hair was finally dried they worked to braid it, putting some turquoise accessories on you before handing you to Sashay.

She smiled brightly at you and kissed your cheek, “My my don’t you look beautiful.” She complimented taking your hand and leading you to the hanger where a long sleek cow print dress hung. It looked to have fur on it, and you assumed it’d come from home.

“You’re going to look amazing.” She said excitedly as she instructed you to take your robe off. Sashay herself was dressed in all black, contrasting with what Dolly was wearing- white. You assumed the whole theme surrounding 10 would be cow print, and you were right. She helped you put the dress on, making some adjustments while it was on you so it would hug your figure better. It draped down longer on one end, the other end having a slit and exposing much of your leg. Below you wore some high-heeled boots that you thought looked ridiculous, but Sashay seemed enamored by them. She adjusted a belt on your hips- also containing hints of turquoise, and finally a necklace on you, tying the look together.

“Oh!” She sighed clasping her hands together, “(Y/n), when you go home I guarantee you every man will want your hand in marriage.” She cooed as she circled you. “Perfect, now all we need is makeup.” The lady sat you down for another hour and a half of makeup application. You liked Sashay, she was more level-headed than Pradain and had such eloquence to her, however, the mix of having to speak in front of millions, and the games being tomorrow was not settling in right. Ramsey had to ask Pradain for a pill that would calm down your stomach.

Sashay was escorting you out to the backstage area where Dolly and Ramsey were waiting. Ramsey was wearing black, Pradain opting to wear white, both of them sticking to the theme Pradain and Sashay had planned. You looked around for Buckley but he was nowhere in sight.

“Wow.” Ramsey let out a long whistle, “You do not look like yourself at all.” He said admiring Sashay’s work.

“(Y/n), you look stunning.” Dolly’s mouth was agape as she went to hold your arm and observe you. Your hair had been taken out of the braids, leaving behind curls in its place.

“I can’t walk in these.” You whispered to her frantically. You didn’t want to fall on stage, but that seemed like something that would happen in your near future.

She laughed, her smokey eyes closing making it look like she had hollowed eyes, “It’ll be fine, just try not to think about it.” She assured you.

The stage was light as people began to flood the venue. There were stagehands all over the place, getting things set and ready. More tributes flowed in, you shrank back when you realized how extra Sashay had been with your interview gown since the others looked to be more playful and simple. People kept staring at you as they walked in, and that was a bad thing in your book. Eventually, Buckley came in. His stylist next to him as they chatted about god knows what. When he spotted you he froze slightly, keeping his gaze on you as they made their way to the group.

His hair was slicked back, his face looking more square but in a good way. He had some makeup on, but it was only to even out his tone, his freckles had been redrawn over his real ones since the base of his makeup had covered them. He wore a black suit, with hints of cow print on the inner side and flaps that poked out towards the neck of the suit. His boots matched yours, and he had a belt as big as one of the screens on. The two of you looked like you ran some sort of Texan Casino.

“(Y/n), You look beautiful.” He complimented, his hands taking yours as he made you spin. “I almost didn’t recognize you.” He said light-heartedly.

Buckley’s attention made you flustered and you felt the room get warmer, “I could say the same,” You smiled, “Have you seen your hair?” You asked carefully, poking his gel-held hair.

“Alright well, we’ll be out in the front row. Look for us alright?” Sashay excused herself and Pradain, leaving the two of you with Dolly and Rasmey.

“They’re gonna line you up again, two lines- boys and girls.” Ramsey explained, “There’s a screen back here so y’all can watch but don’t miss your cue alright?” He ordered. The two of you nodded.

“(Y/n), remember what we went over alright?” Dolly caught your gaze.

Previously you’d spent time with Dolly going over some things you could do to emphasize your image as the Capitol’s cowgirl. Dolly had instructed you to speak with more southern twang than usual, keep a smile and hospitable personality, and speak on the livestock and ‘ranch life’ back at home. All things that would make a District 10 resident roll their eyes, but a Capitol citizen clap and shout. Unfortunately for you, you knew that this whole act would blow up in your face. You wouldn’t get taken seriously by the tributes, and if the small chance of you winning existed, you’d have to keep up the stereotype.

Your mentors left you to take their seats. There was about an hour until show time, and some makeup artists stuck back to touch up some of the tributes. You and Buckley paced around the backstage, practicing lines with each other, and working on pronunciation. You hadn’t even noticed that the careers had flowed in. Glimmer was wearing a pink poofy dress, far too short for her. The only thing that distracted from her body was her giant blonde hair that cascaded perfectly, but even then she wore body glitter that made her shine. Clove on the other hand wore an orange dress and a hairdo that puffed the top part of her hair up. The two looked at you and laughed, making it obvious that they were laughing at your gown. You couldn’t blame them though. You would’ve laughed at yourself too. Buckley defensively went to stand in front of you to block their view, but it didn’t do much since they’d have to walk past you anyway.

Behind them came Marvel and Cato. Both their faces were serious as always as they discussed something about weapon quality. You paid no mind to them, knowing that if you did they’d find a way to cause a scene. You weren’t sure why you were their favorite tribute to a bug, but you blamed it all on your stunt on your first day here. As they walked closer Marvel patted Cato on his chest, and the taller male turned to look at where you were standing.

“Damn, never knew the girls from District 10 could look like that,” Cato said as they walked past the two of you, pretending to be nonchalant although you knew he had purposely said it.

“Nice dress 10,” Marvel said, eyeing you as he trailed behind Cato. The two of them shook their heads and laughed as they approached the front of the line.

“If I were a career I think I’d go after those two first.” You told Buckley who gave you an amused smile.

“If you were a career you’d be with them.” He corrected. It wasn’t far from the truth. In almost every game, the careers were quick to form alliances with each other, alienating the weak from the strong.

“You ready for the spotlight?” Talking was something you’ve come to realize that you did when you were nervous. Your hand practically shook, and you wore a nervous smile on your face. It was involuntarily there, however as much as you tried you couldn’t get rid of it.

“No.” His simple reply. “Not too thrilled about it.” He exhaled. He had been holding a straight posture, his shoulders up, turtling his neck.

“They’ll love you.” You reassured, but it only made him smile, his nerves still present.

“Just don’t want to be laughed at.” He mentioned.

The lights were beginning to flicker, meaning that it would soon be time for the show to start.

You thought about what he had said. “Trust me. No one’s going to laugh at you.” Dolly and you had trained for your interview. Everything you were instructed to say made you look like a country bumpkin. If anything Buckley would be District 10’s saving grace- and you its fool.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” Came the voice of District 12’s Katniss. It sounded rehearsed, void of any emotion. The same went for the smile she threw at you.

You returned it and bowed your head. “Please, you’re the one who deserves such praise.” You guessed she was only saying that because her mentors wanted her to make allies in the arena since her high score presented a problem.

That was the entirety of the exchange. The stage managers lined everyone up in order of appearance, hushing them as the presentation started. Once again you found the insides of your palms to be sweaty. You tried everything to ease your beating heart, deep breaths, pinching yourself, thinking of other things. However, none of them got rid of the sensation in your stomach. You felt like throwing up.

Up on the screen Caesar Flickerman’s silhouette appeared, his signature ponytail obnoxiously hanging from his head as he leaned back on the chair. His theme song played, the bass so loud you could feel the floor rumbling. Cheers from the crowd erupted. Buckley stood attentive, watching the screen with his hands on his belt, his stance wide to keep himself in balance. From where you stood you could see Marvel and Cato hyping each other up, Glimmer joining in to fix Cato’s neat suit.

“Let’s bring her out!” It had been a good couple of minutes, though it seemed like seconds as Caesar called out for Glimmer. She was the first one to go. Leaving about 19 people ahead of you. You watched as her clear, shimmery dress bounced as she stepped onto the stage with a huge smile, waving to the crowd. Her hair effortlessly dropped into place, making her look all the more attractive. The crowds were loud. Your eardrums could only handle so much before you reached out to cover them.

Eventually, it was Marvel’s turn. He seemed so confident in everything he said, you learned just how charismatic he could be. Clove went next, her interview only made you more cautious of her. Soon after it was Cato’s turn. Unlike Marvel, he gave off boisterous energy. Almost as if he was too good to be there. However, the crowd was eating it up. He ended his interview with a hollar and returned backstage. It was almost the two-hour mark, some interviews taking longer since he wanted to give the tributes who didn’t stand out some limelight. Eventually, it was your turn.

The stage manager came back to look for you, their hand on your shoulder as they walked you up the stairs. You glanced back to catch the reassuring gaze of Buckley, but instead found Marvel’s. He gave you a wink as a token of good luck, and off you were.

“Now I’m sure we all remember our next tribute from the tribute parade. I mean how could we forget after the thrilling act she performed!” Flickerman emphasized his words, stretching them at the appropriate time.

A couple of ‘woos’ and whistles came from the crowd as the anticipation built up. “From district 10- (Y/n) Cuernos!” He announced your cue to cross the stage. The lights were extremely bright, you had to look down as you stepped onto the stage. The crowd cheered at your out-of-place attire, it being one of the most unique (and ridiculous) outfits of the night. Shyly you put on your best smile before catching a glimpse of Dolly in the crowd, making gestures for you to smile bigger.

You cringed when you thought of your family back at home watching this. Saying a silent apology, it was as if a switch turned on in your brain. Suddenly, your teeth shone as you stretched your lips into a smile, fluttering the huge eyelashes your makeup team glued onto you. With a hand on your hip, the other one waving, you swayed like you saw glimmer doing, your dress’ fabric swishing in the gap your legs left as you strode.

“(Y/n)! My, my, how you clean up!” Flickerman commented, standing to greet you.

“Thank you, Caesar.” Your eye nearly twitched at the forced southern twang in your voice. It was a whole lot more than Buckley, who had a natural southern accent, you had close to nothing of an accent. Even when it did slip, it sounded nothing like this. “My stylist purtied me up didn’t they?”

He looked to the crowd, “Indeed they did.” He motioned for you to sit.

It helped that the stage lights practically blinded you. You could see that people were sitting in the stands, but you weren’t able to make out distinct features- save for the front row where the mentors sat.

Remembering what Dolly had told you, you sat up straight, teeth-baring into a cheesy smile.

“Did that print you’re wearing come from a cow you raised?” The presenter’s teeth glinted in the light as the crowd erupted in laughter, “Oh! ‘course not- just inspired by them.” You giggled back, hating yourself even more. Your heart was beating hoping the president would accept your performance.

Flickerman adjusted himself in his seat, “Now, I was going to leave this question for last- but I just know the audience has been anticipating the answer, am I right?” He turned to the audience who were cheering blindly.

Like a doll in a box you smiled stationary, waiting for him to ask the question, but of course, he needed to prolong it for suspense. “What was going through your mind when you rode that steed?” There were some woo’s from the crowd, and you watched yourself on the screen as they replayed the moment. That clip gave you an ego boost each time you saw it. Giggling a bit too nervously you shook your head. “Nothing.” That earned a laugh from the audience. “I just remember wanting to ride it- couldn’t help myself I guess.” You gave a small shrug.

“What a wildflower this one is.” Caesar made some amused faces.

The interview lasted for another couple of questions, he seemed to have a lot for you. He asked you about home life, your loved ones, Buckley, and about skills. You didn’t have as many questions as the careers, but it was more than District 8’s tributes who had the least.

“And do you have a strategy to win the games?” His tone was more serious now.

Here it was. Your closing line. The one that took you and Dolly two seconds to come up with, but would echo in the minds of the audience.

“I’m from District 10. I’m a born and bred cowgirl. I have to win. ”

Cato couldn't help but smirk at your response, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, he watched with attentive eyes as your interview continued.

His open mouth smile followed by “woah woah woah!” made the stadium rumble. You smiled and waved out to the crowd, Dolly giving you a thumbs up.

“That’s an ambitious statement! I love it!” He did a little kick, “Well, you go out there and rope them in (Y/n) Cuernos! District 10’s very own cowgirl!”

If only you could see Cato’s pissed-off face next to Marvel’s smug one.

As you walked backstage again you were greeted with a bone-crushing hug from your fellow tribute. “Hey, that was good! Though you were a little strong on the accent.” Buckley patted your back.

“Yeah, I had no idea you had one.” Glimmer teased as she and the other careers leaned against the wall. “Stop trying to win them over, I’m already the Capitol’s sweetheart.” The tall girl crossed her arms, the jewels in her dress reflecting.

Marvel came around you, making space between you and Buckley who knew better than to cause a scene. “Did they make you skin that cow yourself?” His fingers scraped the waist of your dress, he let out an “O” when he realized it was just fabric.

Cato gave him a look, causing him to back off. “You have to win huh? How do you think you’re going to do that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You refused to look at him.

“Oh, I’m not worried. You see if anyone should be worried about you.” He sneered, his gaze getting darker. “Save yourself the disappointment, enjoy your time in the Capitol, and accept your fate. I’m winning this one.”

“As if.” Clove rolled her eyes.

Buckley and you both stared down Cato.

He snickered, “And don’t go around thinking your friend here is going to help you. If you’ve been doing your research you know that there’s no such thing as friends in the arena.”

That irked Buckley, “So who’s to say your little posse won’t turn on you and gang up on you in the arena?”

“Pft, then let’s hope they can outrun me.” His response made the careers shift uncomfortably.

“We knew what we were doing when we signed up.” Marvel spoke up,” It’s our job to ween off the weak ones, so the strongest can prevail.” He said looking at you.

“So is that what Cato’s going to do to you?” You didn’t mean for it to be a comeback. It just came out that way. The careers looked pissed now, but a stage manager came just in time to lead them back to their mentors.

“Watch it 10.” Cato’s wild grin didn’t deter you, you continued to stare him down.

Just like that, your time at the Capitol was coming to an end.

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An analysis of Esra’s costume design in Midnight at the Pera Palace (contains spoilers) - PART 2/3

In case you've no idea what this is about, here is a link for part 1. I recommend you check it first. If you already have, here's part 2:

Esra’s next costume… I’m gonna try to get deeper with this one, even though I hate how historically inaccurate it looks. I have this theory that red and pinkish tones represent Esra’s affectionate feelings towards Halit. She didn’t trust him at all before, of course, but he’s now given her a job and a place to sleep in. Maybe a part of her is starting to think he isn’t so bad after all and I think that the red gloves might represent her love for him starting to grown on her. But it’s too soon for that, that’s why the dress isn’t fully red… yet.

Esra takes the coat off in front of Halit, who is wearing a red vest by the way, and she even smiles at him as she shows him the costume. During her performance, however, she watches Halit talk suspiciously to George and is soon reminded of which side he is on and why she took that job in the first place.

Right after the performance, Esra takes the gloves off and puts on a black coat. Her lips also look different: they’re pink now (they were red during her performance).

After a little bit of digging, she finds Fahrettin in Halit’s hiding spot, but Halit kills him right in front of her. As he interrogates her, we can see the red in his vest, but there’s nothing red in her outfit now and the coat is even covering up the pink dress.

It is only after lying to Halit and realising that she is safe for now that Esra puts on the red gloves again. She also puts a black shawl over her shoulders.

This outfit looks even darker than the black dress she wore on her first night at the Garden Bar because now she’s seen an even darker side of Halit. She suspected he was a murderer, but now she knows he is.

Halit drops her at the brothel with yet another warning and she covers her face with the red gloves as she cries desperatly in the room she is sharing with Sonya. Do the gloves simply serve as a reminder of the bloodshed she’s seen or are they a hint that those previous affectionate feelings can still spread from her hands to the rest of her body?

The next day, Esra wears the same costume as she sits down and has drinks with Halit at the Garden Bar. She is trying to trick him into giving her information on his brother, Osman, whom Fahrettin had mentioned before getting killed. When Halit points out that she’s too curious, she distracts him with a drinking contest and both of them get a little too vulnerable around each other. In this scene, Halit is wearing mostly shades of black and grey, which align with the way he thinks she sees him now.

Later, as Halit helps Esra out of the bar, she stumbles and he holds her close, grabbing her hand. “It’s so unfortunate that this face belongs to a murderer,” she says. Esra’s still wearing the gloves. Her hands are a bright red… yet, she thinks he’s nothing but a murderer at the service of imperialists. She must keep the black coat over the pink dress. She can’t let it spread.

On another note, Halit's clothes are completely dark as he hears Esra say that. The grey tones are now covered in black and even his face is in the shadow. (By the way, here’s a great post on the use of light and shadow to tell Halit’s story, I highly recommend it.)

On the next day, Esra uses a disguise to pay Osman a visit. After talking to him, she decides to stop taking Halit’s help. She talks to Reșat and goes back to the mansion. Like in the beginning of the show, Esra is now wearing a light well behaved blouse with a darker bottom, but I don’t think this is representing her nature anymore. This is an act. These clothes don’t represent who Esra is, they simply represent what she wants Peride’s family to see: a poor, fragile woman, a victim of her own mind.

Esra continues to wear lighter shades as she plots around the house, deceiving everybody while posing as a clueless mad woman. It is only once her dangerous plan is in motion that she turns to darker shades again — and she’s still wearing them when she learns that George and Halit have kidnapped Peride’s daughter, Leyla.

Esra is wearing dark blue under a black coat whilst Halit is also all covered in black, but keeps a red tie and a red handkerchief in his pocket. She is so mad and disappointed at Halit she physically hits him. They’re both no longer in sync. Notice she’s even wearing black gloves instead of red this time, he has reached a new low for her.

Esra then comes up with a plan to trick Halit into showing her Leyla��s location. Unfortunately, he has no idea where Leyla is, but Esra finally finds out that Halit was never truly serving the British. Now that we know he is one of the good guys, he’s even wearing a sort of beige vest under the black coat, the lightest he’s worn so far, revealing his true nature.

Esra takes the black niqab off and they finally talk. She smiles as she listens to his side of the story. You can tell by the way they’re grinning at each other just how much admiration there is between them.

After the big revelation, when Esra and Halit are about to meet again, she is covered in red from head to toes. Now that she knows who Halit really is, her love for him has completely taken over. Just as she walks around the room, Halit is risking his own life to save the girl he believes to be her daughter. She can barely hide her exhilaration when he arrives… She doesn’t know he is hurt yet. It is only after he falls and she desperately runs towards him that she learns her red dress also matches the blood in his shirt.

Don't forget to check part 3 here!

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axolotlsupremacyowo · 1 year

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Find the Word...Megapost!

So, the wonderful @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon @udaberriwrites @alpaca-clouds and @hylianjo have tagged me in this game. They tagged me 7 times...like a few weeks ago, so naturally the words I was supposed to find accumulated. Now I have 50 words to find, and I didn't know what to do about it XD. Eventually I decided to do it, and here we are now! I'm totally not mad about it btw. This was super fun to do! It's my fault for not doing this XD.

As for who I'm tagging...oh boy! I'm tagging everyone! So @bleepbloopbotz @tsunderewatermelon @mikaharuka @hylianjo @kayedium-writes @0nelittlebirdtoldme @udaberriwrites @alpaca-clouds @lena-hills @mikaharuka @zkang288 @mrsmungus. Yep! I'm tagging everyone XD! No sweat, of course! And if you want to participate, go right ahead!

I combined a few words when I saw that they were in the same snippet, just to make this easier on myself. Also, most of these snippets are from my Maya Defense Attorney AU. I have like 17 chapters of that thing, of course a few were gonna make it lol.

Anyway, let's get on with this post!

Words for me!

Mizuka

drink, black, sun, laugh, silence, sky, green, plate, ice, fly, mercy, wave, deny, tall, cage, pillow, trust, mirror, fog, bird, coffee, wedding, return, terrify, hidden, stone, whisper, suffocate, prepare, garden

Annie

gold, glass, jump, nervous, call,

Alex

edge, scar, surface, glitter, depth,

Salty

work, dragged, smoke, empty, grunt

Hylian

sword, blood, shiver, voice, lock

Words for you!

clouds, flourish, retreat, ecstasy, yearn, consider, vague

Now, here comes all the snippets!

Drink (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 7)

It was the early autumn days of September, the weather was starting to get cold and the cafes were starting to serve fall related drinks and desserts. Autumn was Franziska’s favorite season, with winter coming in on a close second. It was cold, the perfect weather to wear a classy thick wooly sweater. Franziska loved the fall, despite her dislike of the commercialization of the season. It was always so comfortable and cozy, and with the clothes she wore it was finally nice to not be always be sweating in what she was wearing. And honestly? The pumpkin spice flavored snacks and drinks were delicious! Not that she’d ever admit that out loud, of course. She had a reputation to uphold, and she could not have pumpkin spice of all things ruin it.

Black (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 1)

Franziska walked into the classroom, spotting two students yelling at another student. The student was a girl, with short shiny black hair and an…odd outfit, to say the least. It looked almost like traditional Khura’inese garb, at least Franziska had guessed with her little to no knowledge about Khura’in culture. The girl was pretty, the type boys and girls could get a crush on easily… (Or…is she? Perhaps I’m just biased…) Franziska thought to herself. (But…why would I think that about a someone, and of a girl of all things…) She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard more yelling. Franziska turned her head towards the girl, who at this point looked like she was about to cry.

Sun (The Bridge Paved with Uncertainty)

Miles liked warm weather. The kind of warm weather where gentle morning sunbeams filtered through the windows and blinds of the offices, during which Miles liked to sit down and read a good book. He was lounging on the chair at his desk, his book open on the table next to a mug of tea. He had no trials or plans, he now had all the time to himself. With the craziness of his past trials, it was a pleasant change to just relax and enjoy a hot cup of tea. Too bad it had to be interrupted.

Laugh (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 2)

“We can’t stay here too late, by the way.” Apollo reminded them. “Trucy has school tomorrow, and I promised Mr. Wright I’d have her home by 8.” “Aw man.” Trucy pouted. “Can we not extend the Fräulein’s curfew to 8:30?” Klavier asked. Apollo shook his head. “Nope. Mr. Wright was very adamant that I have her home by 8 o’clock sharp.” “Booo!” Trucy said. “Killjoy!” “Do you not like fun, Herr Forehead?” Klavier added. “I’m not a killjoy.” Apollo said. “I’m just terrified of Mr. Wright.” “Daddy’s not scary!” Trucy said, adding. “He’s just…protective!” “…I feel sorry for whoever is going to date you, Truce.” Apollo said. The three all laughed.

Silence (Apollo Justice Drunkenness Scale)

“That’s his 4th one today.” Klavier said, and he thought to himself for a moment. He then asked. “Wait a minute…Herr Wright, what was 4 drink Herr Forehead again?” “4 drink Apollo?” Phoenix scratched the back of his head in thought, answering. “It was pervert Apollo, I think.” Silence, and then realization. “Oh…Oh no.” Phoenix muttered to himself. “Scheisse!” Klavier cursed.

Sky (The Master of the Kurain School of Boobery)

Maya slowly got up from the grass, examining her surroundings carefully. Was this…was this the spiritual realm? It felt like the spirit realm, but one could never be too sure. Everything felt still, calm and peaceful. In the distance, Maya could hear the sounds of crystal wind chimes swaying in the wind. Being here, in this place, Maya felt…content. She felt content just standing in the fields of grass and flowers, a calm soothing stillness washed over her as she stared up at the cloudless sunless sky. Maya could stay here forever, if she wanted to. But she couldn’t, because she was alive, and not dead. She couldn’t stay here forever, but she didn’t exactly know where to go to either, or where the hell the spiritual gardens even were.

Green, Bird (Newly Painted Deluxe Coops)

It was already 5:31 PM by the time Sebastian started his journey back to the farm. He bade his goodbyes before making his way through the mountains and back to his home. The stroll from his old home and back to the farm had always been nice, despite how much of a hermit he was Sebastian had to admit that the fresh air was nice. The grass and the trees of the leaves were a bright vivid green in the spring, and he could see the flowers that grew everywhere. Sebastian loved seeing the squirrels that climbed up the trees, the rabbits that ran away when they saw him, or the birds that flew away even at just the tiniest sound he made. Sebastian especially loved frogs, though the sky was clear as can be.

Plate (The Garden at von Karma Estate, Chapter 1)

Miles could hear the clattering of the plates and cups from the room, for the guest room was not too far from the kitchen. Grossberg must have been preparing breakfast, and Miles found himself starting to get hungry. Sighing, Miles got up from his bed and made his way downstairs. Grossberg’s house was much bigger than his own, and everything in it was much more expensive. Miles made sure to be gentle as he stepped down the stairs and went into the dining room. Grossberg was already there, plating the food he had prepared for both himself and the child. Pancakes for Miles, and bacon and eggs for himself. “Good morning, m’boy.” Grossberg greeted pleasantly. “…Good morning.” Miles said unenthusiastically, staring at his plate of pancakes.

Ice (Apollo Justice Drunkenness Scale)

“I’ve always really liked you, you know~” Apollo purred. “So let’s bang. Bang bang!” “Herr Forehead, no.” Klavier said firmly. “Awww, why not?” Apollo struck out his bottom lip in a pout, shaking Klavier’s arm. “Pleeaase?” Klavier sighed, shaking his head. “No, Herr Forehead. You are drunk.” “Drunk in love with you~” Apollo slurred, as he started to (badly) sing. “Cigars on ice, cigars on ice, feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill. Flashing lights, flashing lights, you got me faded, faded, faded. Baby, I want you, na-naaa. Can't keep your eyes off my fatty. Daddy, I want you, na-naaa. Drunk in love, I want youuuu~"

Fly (Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney™, Chapter 2)

Klavier was interrupted by a loud and violent POP, and multicolored confetti flying everywhere. He looked to behind him only to see Trucy, a wide grin on her face, and Phoenix, holding a confetti bazooka. Trucy took out a party horn and blew on it several times while Phoenix lazily clapped. Klavier glanced at Apollo, who was beet red, even redder than the waistcoat he was wearing. Not that Klavier blamed him, this was downright the most humiliating experience of his life. "DADDY, IT HAPPENED! IT FINALLY HAPPENED!" Trucy screamed with joy, and she skipped her way to Apollo to slap him on the back. "POLLY! How does it feel to not be alone and single?" "Uhh, good?" Apollo said, looking just as bewildered as Klavier. He let out a cry of surprise as Trucy had forced him up, spinning him like they were riding a Merry Go 'Round.

Mercy (The Master of the Kurain School of Boobery)

[Phoenix] what have i done. [Maya] Something incredible [Maya] Thanks for the idea, Nick! [Phoenix] oh lord. [Phoenix] well, may the lord have mercy on franziska von karma. [Phoenix] god bless her and her soul.

Wave, Nervous (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 3)

Phoenix waved Edgeworth a goodbye, before he turned away and left the office, closing the door after him. Once Phoenix was gone, Edgeworth groaned and slumped into his chair. He was a little nervous…no, scratch that. Edgeworth was freaking the fuck out. He’d heard horror stories of boyfriends who met their partner’s parents, and he’d rather not become one of those boyfriends. Phoenix loved his parents, that much was obvious, and he wanted Phoenix’s parents to like him, too. Edgeworth wanted to make a good impression on Phoenix’s parents, show them that he was a trustworthy guy worthy of being their son’s boyfriend. But as Phoenix said, Edgeworth was never really good at the people thing…

Deny (To Maya Fey)

“You know, you still should send Ms. Fey the letter.” “Okay, you should leave.” Franziska said, getting up and pushing Edgeworth out of the room. “I don’t know why you’re so adamant on not sending that letter.” Edgeworth began. “Goodbye, Miles Edgeworth.” Franziska said, ignoring what Edgeworth was saying. “Franziska, you know you can’t deny those feelings forever.” Edgeworth continued, ignoring that Franziska ignored him. “At some point, those bottled up feelings will explode someho-“ Franziska cut him off by slamming the door in his face. She heard Edgeworth call out her name a few times, before giving up and walking away. Once he was gone, Franziska slumped against the door and groaned. That was a disaster.

Tall (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 2)

Maya patted his shoulder one last time and got up. She opened the door to the offices, and she was met with a detective heavily panting. He was tall, if Maya had to guess he was probably 6 ft. He wore a dark green trench coat and had scruffy black hair. Intimidating for sure, especially when he stared her down like she was a small child. Though, the big goofy smile he had on his face made him a lot…less intimidating, though only a little bit. Maya peeked behind him, seeing a few other officers behind him waiting patiently. (Huh, they came quick…) Maya thought, turning back to the large detective.

Pillow (Newly Painted Deluxe Coops)

It was late into the night, the frogs they took care of were already fast asleep, and still Dickon did not come inside the house. Sebastian was used to this by now, since Dickon was busy all the time, but Dickon wasn’t busy today. At the moment Sebastian couldn’t help but feel a little worried. What if something happened to his wonderful husband? Sebastian lifted his head up from the pillow and blearily looked at the clock. Ah, 2 AM, that explained it. Dickon always seemed to pass out at 2 AM sharp. Groggily, Sebastian got up from the bed and made his way to the outside of the house. He quite soon came across Dickon, who was passed out on the ground, after hours and hours of…watching paint dry.

Trust (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 14)

It was just a gut feeling Maya had, and a gut feeling that she trusted. It was almost like before she confronted April May, an epiphany that she had as she heard about the horrible things she had done. Though, the last time Maya had trusted this gut feeling, she ended up being accused of murder…But she wasn’t exactly sure what else there could be done. She had to make sure Vasquez would be at the witness stand, and that meant going to her directly. No matter how terrified she was at the prospect of confronting Vasquez, and no matter how much in danger they would be. She had to do it. Besides, she couldn’t really go to anyone about her plans.

Mirror (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 12)

Maya stared at herself in her pocket mirror, and she sat on the couches of the defendant lobby, like she had on her first trial she had ever been. Mia had been by her side in that trial, and she was going to be by her side again now. Despite that, Maya was still extremely, utterly nervous. This was the same nervousness that caused her to spend most of the night before going over ever note she had made in her notebook. Though, preparation didn’t go so far with such little evidence on hand. And with how little they had on their side, Maya knew that this trial was going to be an uphill battle. Maya softly sighed to herself, rubbing her eyelids as she stared into herself in the reflection of her mirror. Her hair was messy, her eyes looked tired and her bandana was crooked. (I look nothing like a professional, I look like a mess…) She frowned, fixing herself up as best she could. After fixing herself up, Maya closed the pocket mirror with a snap, and moved to grab her bag. As she reached in her bag to put the mirror back in her bag, she felt her hand brush over something. It was the empty bottle of sleeping pills. Maya took it out, staring down at it in thought while playing with her magatama with her other hand.

Fog (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16)

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t quite remember the past few minutes that had transpired. She couldn’t piece it together, like a puzzle that seemed to never fit together. It was as if her memory was blocking it out, perhaps in an effort to protect her, she didn’t know at this point. The sound of police sirens cut through the deep silence of the lake, snapping her out of thoughts and echoing through the air. She looked back to the far away surrounding lands, seeing the blue and red lights cut through the thick fog of the night.

Coffee (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 14)

Maya sat in the backseat of the car, staring down at a hot cup of coffee Larry had given her. He had bought it from a nearby cafe…though Maya didn’t feel like she deserved it. She stared down at her reflection on the brown liquid, seeing her bloodshot eyes and the visible tear tracks on her face. She looked horrible, though Maya didn’t particularly care at the moment. The events of the day replayed in her head over and over again, in a torturous loop that never seemed to end. But most of all, she thought back to how Phoenix had jumped in front of her…All she could think about was the conviction in his voice as he blocked her from the gun to her head. She could have lost Phoenix in an instant, thank god she didn’t…but it was a real possibility, a possibility that was just a trigger pull away.

Return (Momo’s Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 2)

“Uh…Daddy…?” Trucy spoke up. “Hm?” Phoenix looked over at Trucy. “Yes, Trucy?” “What are you wearing?” Trucy asked, eyeing down her father curiously. “Oh.” Phoenix chuckled slightly. “These are Edgeworth’s clothes. It was raining when I went over to his house, and I got soaked. Thankfully he let me borrow some of his clothes. I’ll be returning them tomorrow.”

Terrify (The Garden at von Karma Estate, Chapter 2)

It was late at night when they had arrived at Misselthwaite, and Miles was both intrigued and alarmed when he saw the large house that loomed in front of him. The roofs were pointed and dark, and the house was overgrown with gnarled foliage. From where Miles stood, he could see the pointed pickets of the metal fences that surrounded the entire von Karma estate. The manor was as beautiful as it was terrifying, and Miles could tell just from looking at it that it was generations old. In the darkness of the night, the manor looked just like the kind of houses Miles imagined that horror novels took place in. Though, from how some of the windows had lights on Miles could at least tell that this house was lived in.

Hidden (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 2)

It was odd, Igor seemed like…a normal guy. Franziska had seen her fair share of the criminally insane before, and when she saw her mother talk about Igor’s mental health problems she expected him to be just like them. She expected him to be a horrible man, despite what her mother had said. He wasn’t, though. Igor was the first of Frieda’s boyfriends to ever listen to her, to ever care about her. He always had a smile on his face, no matter the occasion. Though, if what her mother said was true…then Igor must have had problems. He must have hidden feelings that he never let out. At that, Franziska had a horrible question.

Stone (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 5)

Maya waited for the phone to beep again. “You’re right, Miss May.” She said, gripping the newspaper clipping tight in her hand. “I should be looking for my sister’s killer right now. In fact, I’ve already found her. She’s right in front of me.” “Grrr! Oooh, you mean nosey lawyer!” April roared, her eyes now much more obviously twitching. “What are you trying to insinuate?” “Mia was on to you, keeping tabs on you for the last few years. Because of this, you had Mr. White tap her phone. Then, Mia died and all the documents about you mysteriously disappeared. So, the culprit would be…?” Maya paused expectantly. April scowled at her. “Come now, Miss May. The answer is obvious.” Maya said. “Even a child could figure it out.” April didn’t answer, all she did was press a button on her phone again. “We won’t be needing an escort for the lawyer anymore.” She said, her voice stone cold. “Connect me to the public prosecutor’s office, Charles.”

Whisper (To Maya Fey)

“Do you have the spare key Phoenix Wright had given you, Miles Edgeworth?” Franziska asked in a whisper. “Why are we whispering?” Edgeworth whispered back. “Oh I don’t know, because we’re committing a crime?” Franziska whispered, accentuating her point by pointing at the door. “That’s fair.” “Miles Edgeworth!” Franziska hissed at him “Oh, sorry.” Edgeworth said, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Prepare (Turnabout Shipping Wars)

Another day, another trial. Phoenix went in blind for most of his trials, but he came pretty prepared for this one. He was confident that he was definitely going to get himself a guilty verdict. Although, some part of him felt like something horribly wrong was about to happen…He wasn’t sure what or why, but he felt it all the same.

Garden (The Garden at von Karma Estate, Chapter 3)

After Mia was gone, Miles turned down the walk which led to the door to the shrubbery. He couldn’t help but think about the garden that nobody has been in for ten years. He wondered what it looked like, or if any flowers were still alive in it at all. When he passed through the shrubbery gate he found himself in great gardens, with wide lawns and winding walks with clipped bushy borders. There were trees that Miles had never seen before, and tons of flowerbeds, and even a large pool with an old gray fountain in its midst. Though the flowerbeds were bare, and the fountain was not playing. This definitely was not the garden that was shut up. After all, how could you shut up a garden? You could always walk into one.

Gold (Sunflower Pendulums)

It was innocuous thing really, years of neglect and dust on it, but it immediately caught Edgeworth’s attention. It was a clock, sitting on a bookshelf untouched and unbothered for what he was sure was decades. The clock’s shape was simple, but the craftsmanship on it was beautiful. The simplicity caught Edgeworth’s eye, most antique clocks were ornately shaped and carved with complex patterns, but this one wasn’t. There were a few sunflowers carved on the side, though. The wood on the clock was old, but Edgeworth was sure that with enough polishing and some varnish that it would look breathtaking. Its arms and pendulum was made of a gold like metal, though the metal had started to fade because of time. The pendulum’s arms were shaped like a sunflower’s leaves and stalk, while the pendulum’s ball like a sunflower.

Glass, Empty (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16)

Maya adjusted in her seat awkwardly, her bag on her lap and staring at the empty side of the glass. She sat with Phoenix on the same side of the detention center, waiting patiently for Franziska. There was a long tense silence, the only sound in the room the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above. It was awkward as hell. Maya adjusted the bandana on her neck, glancing at Phoenix who was sat beside her. Phoenix’s mouth was pressed into a thin line, and he was obviously starting to become impatient. (Not that I blame him, he did have to abandon his Christmas plans…) Maya cleared her throat, deciding to break the silence.

Jump (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 13)

Phoenix jumped and hit his head on the underside of the table, and Maya screamed. She spun around to punch whoever that voice belonged to, and that person was Detective Gumshoe. However she had realized too late, and her fist made contact with Gumshoe’s face. She apparently had hit him hard, as he groaned and held his nose in pain. Phoenix had already climbed out from under the table and he watched Gumshoe in concern. Maya immediately regretted punching him in the face, especially when seeing Gumshoe curse to himself about how much it hurt. “Oh my god…Detective Gumshoe I am so sorry.” Maya apologized. “No no, it’s fine pal…” Gumshoe groaned again. “I’ve had to deal with Prosecutor von Karma’s whip plenty of times, this is nothing.”

Call (Turnabout Birch Meadows)

Phoenix could barely register the panicked shouts of everyone in the court, nor could he process the loud banging of the gavel or the Judge’s demands for order. All he could think about was the pain, the terrible aching sharp pain in his left shoulder. He couldn’t even process Franziska, Maya or Edgeworth around him, all panicking on what to do. He even heard Maya scream for someone to call an ambulance, though he wasn’t sure if that was just his mind playing tricks on him or not. The pain was so unbearable that his vision had started fading in and out.

Edge (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 6)

Everyone in court had reconvened, many waiting patiently on the edge of their seat for the trial to continue. Maya stood behind her desk, Mia stood beside her and looking through her notebook. Mia was familiarizing herself with the case, so focused on the note that she didn’t even notice that Maya was staring at her. Maya tore her gaze away from her sister, looking to the two people who had made her life a living hell these past few days. Franziska was behind her desk at the other side of the court pulling at her whip, and April was stood by the witness stand. The two were smiling knowingly, Franziska pulling on her whip and April running her fingers through her hair as the two waited for the judge.

Surface (Sunflower Pendulums)

Just seeing the clock made Edgeworth think about Phoenix. It was as though the clock was a representation of Phoenix’s personality in physical clock form. Simple and beautiful, just like Phoenix’s soul. Edgeworth could almost hear Phoenix’s laugh as he imagined the pendulum swinging back and forth, he could almost see the smile on his face on the shiny glass surface of the clock. Edgeworth smiled back at the shiny surface. The clock was the manifestation of every reason Edgeworth loved Phoenix Wright.

Depth (To Maya Fey)

Writing the letter had helped enough that Franziska was able to work again, so that was a victory that she was willing to take. She still thought about Maya Fey of course, but some small part of Franziska knew that she’d never stop thinking about Maya Fey. That was fine with Franziska, she never really wanted to stop thinking about Maya. She just…wanted to stop thinking about her so goddamn much. Which mind you, was a lot before she wrote the letter. Franziska thought about the letter sometimes too, despite shoving it into the farthest depths that her desk could manage in an effort to ignore the letter for the rest of her life. The letter was embarrassing no matter how much times passed, and she wanted nobody to read it, ever.

Work (Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney™, Chapter 1)

Apollo Justice, the beautiful bastard who happened to also work in these offices. Klavier's feelings for him wasn't a secret, he was about as subtle as a punch to the face. Though. even if he wanted to, he doubted the two walking lie detectors in front of him wouldn't be able to find out one way or another.

Dragged (Apollo Justice Drunkenness Scale)

“Well, I should probably make you breakfast now schatz.” Klavier said, getting up. Apollo frowned, grabbing Klavier and dragging him back to the bed. “Mmm, no.” Klavier raised an eyebrow at him. “No?” Apollo hummed. “I wanna stay here for a while…It’s too early to get up.” Klavier looked over at the clock, seeing the time. “Herr Forehead, it’s 8:31 AM…” “Yeah, too early.” Apollo retorted. “Well…I guess I’m not complaining.” Klavier said.

Smoke, Blood (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 11)

The first thing that Maya had noticed about the room was the awful smell of smoke. She coughed, covering her nose with her hand. Now that they were inside, they got to have a good look at the place. The room was mostly dark, since the curtains were pulled over the windows. Maya looked up and saw the silhouette of a woman, stood behind a long table with various things scattered on top of it. The woman seemed to be focused on the whiteboard in front of her, as she hadn’t even noticed that Maya and Phoenix had stepped in. Maya soon found the source of the smoke, which was a wooden pipe that she held. The woman turned to face the two, her cold calculating eyes examining the two carefully. Her lips were blood red, light blue eyeshadow on her face. Her face was sharp, perfectly accentuating the calculation in her eyes. The woman was petite, only a few inches taller than Maya, though that made her no less intimidating. The woman wore a a black slim dress and a black headscarf, her shoulders covered in slightly see through black fabric with embroidered patterns on it. Vasquez was almost like April May, in a way. But instead of April’s sadistic and playful evil, Vasquez was calloused and unforgiving. She was beautiful…but terrifying

Grunt (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 8)

“Wow, look at this camera!” Maya said, leaning over to get a good look at it. “It must cost a ton!” “Maya, It is expensive, don’t touch it-“ Phoenix tried, but he was cut off by Maya’s panicked yelp. He rushed over to help catch the toppling camera before it could hit Maya in the face. “Oh my god, this camera is heavy!” Maya gasped out, struggling to set the camera upright. “Ugh…yeah.” Phoenix grunted, also struggling.

Sword (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 17)

That seemed to anger the woman even further. “Are ya playin’ dumb? Don’t try to play stupid with me just ‘cause you think I’m some country dumbass bumpkin! Yeah, I know how y’all Yanks think! Y’all think just cause I’m from the country that I’m stupid! “I say, those country folk that talk with that exaggerated drawl, why they must be dumb!” Don’t deny that ya think like that!” She then pointed at Maya and Phoenix angrily. “Well let me tell y’all, just because I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed don’t mean we all are!” Maya hid behind Phoenix, scared shitless. She peeked from behind him, staring at him with wide helpless eyes. “Nick, help!” “What do you want me to do? Pull out a sword and stab her?” Phoenix hissed at her.

Shiver (The Bridge Paved with Uncertainty)

After a whole day in a moving train, Miles was almost glad to be met with the dreary grey sky of winter. Almost. The large gate towered over them, its roof covered with soft fluffy snow and a snowmobile propped up against it. It made him feel small, like an insignificant part of the universe… Miles shook the thought off, looking instead at the plaque on the gate. It had Japanese writing on it, which he didn’t understand. There was also an equally large bell tower, that seemed to be a growing trend in this temple. He turned to Maya, who was shivering from the cold.

Voice (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 1)

Franziska stopped what she was doing, looking up at Maya to just…stare at her as she sang. A small smile began to form on her face as she listened to Maya sing. Her voice was angelic, and soft enough for only Franziska to hear. It was beautiful, not only her voice but…Maya herself. Franziska had noticed that Maya was pretty, and most of the boys in her class liked her, but Franziska never really noticed how pretty Maya was, inside and out. Her smiling face, her flowing black hair, her amazingly positive attitude…Everything about Maya was incredible, and Franziska felt lucky to be her friend. (What a beautiful voice…)

Lock (The Bridge Paved with Uncertainty)

“Yes, charade, this silly little game we’re playing.” The magatama Miles held pulsed in a powerful energy that Miles couldn’t explain. He could almost feel it beating, in sync with his own fastening heartbeat. “Please, tell me the truth. We know each other, don’t we?” Ryuichi stood firm, holding his ground. It was a pity the ground he was on was built upon lies. “We don’t.” The whole world around Miles and Ryuichi blurred away into a dark black abyss, to where it was now only just them. The sound of a loud chain could be heard, and 5 large silver chains appeared, wrapping the Psyche-Locks that hovered around Ryuichi. Miles counted each one he could see. 1…2…3…4…5 whole Psyche-Locks, 5 whole secrets for Miles to uncover.

#mega post #find the word game #find the word tag #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #sdv fanfic #snippets #sorry to everyone who follows me

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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OH WAIT I KNOW WHAT PART OF THE M&G HE'S ON ABOUT

THE "NO ITS A HEAVEN OUTFIT"

BRO YOU THINK THAT CHICK WAS MINE??? SDFJSDKFJSDFJSKDFJSDKFJ NO STUPID. Last I heard the hellers in that greet didn't seem confident and posed If questions. You know. Heard, from your drunk friend. There's no If from me, dude. I wouldn't send in a heller to ask an If. It'd be "Have you discussed what it looks like?" because 1) I know the answer is yes for a fact and 2) even if magically everything else i had was suddenly fake after being accurate and true and real this long, their reactions would give away a No, but it avoids an offramp distraction. 3) seriously this fandom sucks at questions.

Yes dude. It's a heaven outfit. If you thought I said he's in purgatory, you're hallucinating. He's on the axis mundi. I've said it a thousand times. I even made it my banner before the show aired by collecting all the axis mundi shots. Are you fucking stupid or psychopathic? Do you even understand the chart I've been reblogging or does your brain end at "DUR HUR HEAVEN IN THE SKY"

would be super funny if charts were even mentioned. and were publicly traded with an author months before that right after draft submissions. And then when they started shooting Robbie drew jensen a chart for a new idea. But we'll nevermind that. Motherfucker, do you even UNDERSTAND the subject you're trying to talk about?

Do you even understand why your hysterical shrill shrieking about the reshoots was so genuinely clench-my-ass-so-i-don't-piss-laughing hilarious?

It took me a minute because I literally had to go through my notes to figure out what this dumbfuck was on about like 1) who he thinks is mine 2) what counted as "arguing" with Jensen 3) what this moron thinks I said or didn't say or think or whatever--- and I went "holy fuck this motherfucker got his own brain bent on the purgatory outfit and doesn't understand jensen's heaven comment either and doesn't get that we all exploded with joy when he told you dumbfucks where it is."

But apparently there's so much dumb in your fuck that you somehow imagined that made you win somehow, because you hallucinate what other people say or believe to tell yourself you won something. Holy fuck. It's like a toddler that can spell efficiently. But not read.

Apparently 2po thinks I sent in some uncertain "is jensen gonna do destiel?" person into a M&G that thought it was purgatory, even though my blog is all about axis mundi, heaven, debranding your view of heaven from chuck's heaven, the functions of the mundi--like damn, you thick ass bastard I've even been reblogging my old meta about this, how are you fucking this up you loser. LEARN TO READ, JESUS FUCK.

Remember that meta of mine you got shrill about and called cult and trying to convert people? (x) (x) (x) Remember how I wrote an entire fanfic series about this? You know, Dean in heaven on a foggy road looking at different memories or worlds, depending which chapter you're in? (x) Or those teakettle noises you made about my Castiel's Uterus meme? (x) Which we've pointed out the relation to the Akrida? Because it's fucking heaven? And it's literally a joke about Castiel's Uterus as the new garden? (x) Like dude how can you fuck up this bad on things that even the most cursory glance at my blog, OR THE THINGS YOU HAVE HISTORICALLY MADE SHRILL NOISES ABOUT ON MY BLOG, and then expect ANYONE to believe your shit.

Here's a hint, chucklefuck: The Da'as shit I've been posting is basically a shadow version of Keth- wait lemme use small words so you don't melt to witch powers: DEAN IN HEAVEN BASEMENT FOR SAD PEOPLE. HEAVEN CLOSET, YOU MAY EVEN SAY. PLACE THAT LETS YOU THINK LOTS AND ACCESS KNOWLEDGE. ...word too big? LETS YOU THINK BIG THOUGHTS.

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linawritesocs · 1 year

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roland's birthday ssr vignette!

it's the gardener dad's birthday!! :D i almost forgot about his vignette actually

also.. tbh i think i'm gonna go back to actually drawing their birthday ssrs. because finding a picrew that fits all of my characters is way too hard, some most of them don't have things like different skin colors, freckles, moles, etc or simply don't have their energy (for example, maybe i want my oc to look more mature, but that picrew has a more cutesy art style). so yeah, more lina art!!

and yes ignore roland's eyepatch covering the wrong eye and his outfit looking like the nrc one.

[ part 1 ]

[ wisbene dorm lounge - birthday venue ]

seth: heyyy, roland-chan! happy birthday!

roland: oh, seth-kun, you're here too?

roland: i didn't expect a nrc student to show up for my birthday, haha.

seth: come on, you know me, i love hanging out with rsa students, y'all are my friends too!

seth: also, i'm one of the few nrc students who is loved by the rsa guys, so it's okay for me to be here!

seth: but wow, does this mean that you were worried about me? that's so cute~

roland: you're right, rsa students actually like you a lot.

seth: ohh, i love what you did with your hair!

roland: thank you. neige-kun was the one to help me with it, actually.

seth: oh, oh, are you two friends or something?

roland: u-um, i wouldn't say that we're friends.. but neige-kun is one of those rsa students who are very nice to me..

roland: and as you already know, i'm not that popular, haha..

roland: i have no idea why he's so nice to me though. maybe it's because we're from the same dorm.

seth: or maybe it's because neige-chan is just that type of guy. he's nice to literally everyone, i can imagine him wanting to become friends even with a mass murderer or an arsonist.

seth: that's why i like him so much, he's so sweet, he always forgives me for everything~

roland: .. did you just imply that you've actually done something bad?

seth: anyway, i think we should get started with your interview already.

roland: oh, you're right, sorry.

roland: i just noticed the microphone you have with you.

seth: you did? i'm so glad, isn't it, like, super pretty? i did such a good job!

roland: of course, you were the one who made it look like this. you really are creative, seth-kun.

seth: thank you, thank you~

seth: so, the first question.. oh, i don't like this one.

roland: really? why?

seth: i ask this question almost every single time, i'm getting tired of it.

roland: hm.. then maybe you should ask me something else?

roland: i'm okay with anything, you know, as long as you're having fun.

seth: you're so nice, roland-chan..

seth: okay! now, roland-chan, can you tell me a fun story from your childhood?

roland: .. o-oh.

seth: please don't tell me you have a tragic backstory too.

roland: n-no, it's just..

roland: well, i wasn't exactly a "good kid".

seth: oh, so you were in your "problematic era"?

roland: no, i was in my problematic era when i just started attending nrc.

seth: wait, you're right.

seth: it's okay if you don't want to talk about it though-

roland: no, no, it's fine. if i keep avoiding the topics that make me uncomfortable, i won't be able to answer any of your questions. *laughs*

roland: so.. i don't really have a "fun story", but i will tell you this. i loved to cause trouble back then. i was that kid who loved to prank everyone, even the old people.

seth: i see, i see..

roland: even the nice old people.

seth: oh no.

roland: my parents didn't really try to stop me, they actually kind of.. encouraged it.

roland: oh, i don't mean it in a "you go son, go and prank that poor old woman!" way, i mean it.. it's like they just pretended not to see it. they spoiled me a lot too, so i never got punished for my actions.

roland: maybe if they were more strict with me, i would become a better person..

seth: hey, don't think about it like that, okay? it just means that they loved you a lot.

roland: haha, maybe you're right.

roland: .. or maybe it just means that they were too scared to stop me.

[ part 2 ]

seth: okay, let's talk about something else then. what about your hobbies? you're into gardening, right?

seth: i mean, you obviously like it, you're the gardening club president, after all..

roland: well, actually, i'm not that good at it.

roland: most of my plants end up dying very quickly and i have no idea why.

roland: avery-kun just says that i'm too dumb to take care of them properly, haha. maybe he's right.

seth: okay, avery-chan is one of the cutest boys i've ever met, but i want to slap him for this.

seth: but hey, at least you find gardening fun, right?

roland: .. not really.

roland: no, don't get me wrong, i don't regret creating my club, but.. i've actually never been a fan of gardening.

seth: um, but why did you go for a club like that, then?

roland: i-i'd prefer not to say it.

seth: okay, fine, let's not talk about that.

seth: but why do you dislike gardening though? i always wanted to try it-

roland: because of the dirt. i hate getting my hands dirty.

seth: .. um, just wear gloves or something?

roland: but then my gloves will get dirty!

seth: but your hands will be fine??

roland: you don't get it, seth-kun, it's just.. so gross..

seth: what, are you scared of germs or something like that?

roland: i don't think so? maybe? i'm not really worried about getting sick, it's more about.. uh.. the texture?

seth: fine, fine, whatever.

seth: wow, you're much harder to interview than i expected.

roland: .. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry about that.

roland: i'll try to come up with something more interesting-

seth: hey, it's my job as an interviewer to come up with interesting questions!

seth: let's see.. how do you feel about birthdays in general? like, do you enjoy celebrating them? or do you hate them?

roland: well, i'm mostly okay with them. i'm not really a huge fan of birthdays, but it's not like i hate them.

roland: i prefer to celebrate other people's birthdays than mine, though. but it wasn't always like that, i was a very selfish kid in the past, haha.

roland: now i just.. don't really like being the center of attention, i guess.

seth: aww, are you shy?

roland: maybe. but it's more like.. i feel like i just don't deserve it.

seth: huh? what do you mean by that?

roland: next question, please.

seth: oh, um.. okay.

[ part 3 ]

seth: so, did anyone else wish you a happy birthday today?

seth: wait, is that a bad question too? i forgot about your reputation for a second-

roland: haha, don't worry, you're fine.

roland: as i mentioned before, neige-kun helped me out with my hairstyle and he also wished me a happy birthday and got me a gift too.

seth: oh, oh, what is it?

roland: he got me this really cute sweater, he knitted it himself.

roland: and he actually did a very good job with it.

seth: that's so cool! ugh, i'm jealous now. i wish i got a cute gift like that from neige-chan too..

roland: hey, it's okay. i'm sure he will get you something nice for your birthday too.

seth: but i don't wanna wait! why can't he get me a gift just for.. you know..

seth: i think i deserve a gift for being so cute!

roland: haha, you sure do.

roland: as for other students.. most of them didn't even look at me today.

roland: oh, but emile-kun wished me a happy birthday too!

roland: and i got a letter from lilia-kun earlier today, he got me a new eyepatch too, hehe~ it's heart-shaped, i think you will like it.

seth: and what about avery-chan?

roland: he texted me and said that he wants to meet up with me later, so i'm very excited to see him.

seth: i see! it's nice to hear that he still cares about you.

roland: by the way, is he doing alright? i'm so worried about him..

seth: he's fine~ with a prefect like me, nrc students don't have to worry about anything!

roland: but what about all those overblots-

seth: hey, is there a particular person that you'd like to receive a gift from?

seth: you know, like a crush or a friend who didn't get you anything yet?

roland: .. well, there is one. but i'm sure she didn't even remember about my birthday.

roland: it's fine though. i know she doesn't care about me that much, she only cares about that stupid dragon guy and i'm not talking about malleus-

seth: it's medi-chan, isn't it.

roland: .. yes.

seth: come on, man, you have to get over her! i agree, she's very pretty, but i'm sure you'll find someone even better than her one day!

roland: you know it's not just about her looks, right?

seth: i do, but i just have nothing else to say about her, we're not that close.

roland: y-you're quite an honest guy, aren't you..

seth: oh, actually, what's your type, roland-chan?

seth: maybe i can help you and match you up with someone!

roland: ...

roland: i'd rather not talk about it-

seth: don't be shy, i'm sure you have a type! oh, and i won't tell anyone about it, if you don't want to!

roland: well, uh..

roland: i just really want a kind and understanding girlfriend who won't judge me for my past.

roland: i know i'm probably asking too much and i don't deserve someone like that as my partner.

seth: *sobs*

roland: s-seth-kun, are you crying?

seth: it's just.. *keeps sobbing* you totally deserve someone like that, roland-chan! you totally do!

seth: and we're gonna find you someone like that! trust me, you're in good hands!

roland: you really don't have to help me with that..

seth: but i will help you simply because i want to! and you better be grateful!

seth: .. wait, you mentioned that you'd want a girlfriend like that, right.

roland: yes, is there something wrong?

seth: oh, nothing.

seth: *thinking* "i was about to say that neige-chan sounds a lot like his type.. oh well, i guess i still have a chance with neige-chan then~"

seth: okay, roland-chan, i think it's time for me to go. thank you so much for answering my questions!

roland: but.. i didn't really tell you anything interesting about myself.

roland: i just kept saying stuff like "oh, i'm uncomfortable with this topic" or "i don't want to talk about it".

seth: so what? it's not just about me having fun, i want you to enjoy this too.

seth: and if i found you boring, i would tell you that a long time ago, trust me.

seth: also, we can just say that being mysterious is a part of your charm.

roland: c-charm?..

seth: okay, that's it, bye-bye~ and once again, happy birthday, roland-chan!

#the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the isolated prince: seth #friends' ocs!

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sjwilli4ms · 1 year

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Writing Initiative #5 & #6(week 8 & 10)

week 8

This week I didnt present anything to class… and that is because I was in the planning and prepping process for my 4d *week 8*

NOW ONTO WEEK 9 & 10!

At the start of week 9, I knew that I wanted to do something that was a cross between my 2d and 3d, but I still wasn’t exactly sure about what to do. Going back to the drawing board and brainstorming a little more, I subsequently decided that I wanted to take the fashion photography element and ethos from my 2d, and the chronosynchronicity of emotions from my 3d. I decided to make a fashion campaign style video.

Upon having this epiphany. I still felt that something was still missing. A huge element to tie it all together and make it really have that ‘chronosynchronicity’ feel. I mean, songs and videos have beginnings middles and endings, and that could technically be what I could do, but it just didn’t feel intentional… THEN IT HIT ME.

I brainstormed, spoke with Paul, and consulted my other course mates and then BOOM. It literally came to me in a dream (not really, it was more like getting hit by a truck hahahah). I was gonna make a few outfits per the feelings that are in chronosynchronicity and make one of those polly pocket style dress-up flip-books with a supplementary fashion video .

EUREKA!… or so I thought…

It was a good idea either ways, so I started execution. I booked the photography studio and rented two cameras and lighting for week 10, and I started preparing even more.

I made an ISO (in search of) post on my instagram looking for a model, or someone that would be happy to step in as my muse (I could have done this all by myself but there really and truly is strength in numbers). Thats when Jaden, a friend that I acquainted with in my childhood reached out to me, and we hopped on a FaceTime call. He was in bed with his partner (who is actually one of my best friends haha) when we spoke on the phone (im saying this is for contextual reasons that will make sense!). I told him to make outfits based on the emotions Joy, Lust, Confusion, Sadness, and fear because I felt called to narrow the emotions from my 2d down to those 5 emotions. From making those fits, which required 1 top, 1 bottom, 1 pair of shoes and possibly a piece of outerwear per outfit, I also decided that on shoot day, I would make us make every possible combination in outfit with the pieces available. Bare in mind… I was extremely burnt out this entire process, but I kept on pushing and I’m so glad I did!, so here are my findings from the interview( I transcribed it in a very abstract way and kept on asking “why” till the answer was so abstract from the question that it didn’t make sense):

So...

joy

to Jaden

Green tracksuit

White shirt

Green bapestas

Green is his favourite colour

Green reminds his grandmas garden

Raised and spent free time there

He’d chill there because “she’s old”

There wasn’t much to do…

Because she’s “old”

Why was she old…

*laughs*

Lust

Black mickey tee

Black short shorts/black sweats

Jordan 4 Black cats

“Yasmin” picked it out

*passes phone to Yasmin*

When she thinks of lust, she thinks PRIMAL attraction. Desire driven

Showing off assets with short shorts and muscly top.

With attraction to lust: she’s attracted to people built well/ seem strong.

DNA. Likes the feeling of feeling safe.

Life is scary as a woman.

Gender roles.

Protector = man = infiltrator

Duality.

Confusion

Oversized 4ye hoodie cream

Bimsee pants

Travis Scott silver forces

A lot is going on. People get confused when there is “too much going on”

People like “straight forwardness”

Not as cohesive

Silhouette isn’t too much going on

“Too much going on” = the elements that make the whole. Not the whole itself.

Journey/ destination?

Destination

Journey is straightforward.

Tedious with journey, same with fashion.

Tedious = confusion ?

Tedious = harder to comprehend

Trying too hard to compute makes it easy to miss the point.

Get to the point.

Sadness

Elmo hoodie black

Black jeans

Cream shoes

Reminds me of a Paramore song—— any song on the after laughter album

Why the juxtaposition

People trying to mask the fact that they’re sad (Hide your face w hoodie)

Upbringing that made him think this way.

People have “had it much worse than you do”

Parents do it to not be an inconvenience to them.

My parents grieve

They can’t grieve because of “kids”

Grief of youth

Makes backhanded comments to said “kids”

No resentment

Comes up with new goals

With sadness comes birth

Tower moment. Rebuilding.

I just learnt that his mum can fly a plane.

Fear

Black trench

Dickies shirt grey

Tie with hearts

New balances/ pandas

Dark colours are what people associate with fear. “With fear come gloom”

Link to lust and fear?

Uncertainty. Curiousity

Attracted only on a physical level (lust) don’t want them to see them more on a physical Lebel (fear)

I chose to make Andrew pick his own outfits because I wanted to showcase his own chronosynchronicity.

After the interview was over, I felt even closer to Yasmin and felt a closeness with Jaden (which would come in handy on shoot day as I prefer my models to feel comfortable). In the end, everything came to me in an epiphany:

Lust and fear and intertwined… which technically is link to confusion (which is linked to fear)… joy is the only juxtaposing thing in spite of the fact that they are all separate emotions. Without all these things there can’t be any joy. All these feelings and emotions make chronosynchonicity

We ended up shooting a few days after in the studio and it was very fun!

With editing, I was so excited to do that as I have previous knowledge from a YouTube channel I used to run when I was younger! I was so excited editing that it literally put me in flow state and CURED my burnout???? It really did and I felt a deep sense of purpose here!

And in the end, the video came out so well! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWWs0GK5csI (Video will be posted in subsequent post)

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kunikuzxshi · 2 years

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Shopping with the main 3 boys because why not. Surprise surprise, I’m not dead, just very inactive

I wrote this several months ago but wanted to post something so I just got rid of some stuff-

Yuuji, Megumi, and Gojo

Itadori

Probably his idea honestly

Baby probably planned it for you

Kugisaki probably ends up going at some point if she finds out but she has to carry her own stuff

Takes you basically around the whole block

He ends up buying you things you contemplated on getting as a gift

Probably buys a ring and practices proposing “as a joke” but I mean… maybe it is now 👀

Clothes shopping consists of creating stupid outfits with the stuff you bought or wanted to try on

Absolutely hypes you up in anything you try on

Baby offers to spend some of his savings for you because he doesn’t want you to use your own money

If you take that offer I swear to god we cannot be friends

Buys street food bc it’s Tokyo and there’s probably at least some kind of snack tbh

Buys pocky because he wants to do the “pocky game” or whatever it’s called but he won’t say that

And I mean pocky is good so why not

If you’ve got pets he always buys at least 1 thing for it. Could be a plant for a fish or a bag of dog treats, all depends on what you have

It’s 1 thing for each pet if you have multiple, come at me

Compares you to any cute animal that just so happens to be on the sidewalk

Definitely buys you at least one plushie and it’s probably of a dog… or maybe a cat, you saw that Juju stroll episode

Definitely holds your stuff because yknow, simp’s gonna simp(?) and he’s sweet like that

Megumi

Acts annoyed for the first 10 minutes honestly

Honestly, probably the only one that doesn’t spend his savings on you

Like he loves you but half the stuff you’d buy aren’t gonna get used/worn, let’s be honest

But if you have your own money he’s taking it bc you’re not boutta spend everything you have

Won’t only if you actually chose a decent amount to take with you

But yeah he buys pocky too for that game or whatever it’s called

Probably has a secret stash of pocky in his closet solely for that, and I mean if you want some go ahead

Probably gets you something if you really wanted it but didn’t get it for some reason

He’s reasonable though so he’s not gonna buy it if it’s expensive as hell

Maybe

Might carry one or two of your bags but otherwise it’s your stuff so you should hold it, but if something’s heavy he’ll take it for you <3

Absolutely does not let anyone else go with you

Takes you to some cafe for a snack if you didn’t buy any

90% chance he’ll buy you something with a dog, especially if it looks like one of his divine dogs

Honestly wants to go home but you’re having fun so he goes with it

Gojo

Dude looks like he has money to burn

Come at me, but he could be a model and you know he’d make mad money from it

But yeah depending on how much you usually spend when you’re out he might take up that as a side job if he can even manage to find free time

Or he might make an onlyfans account but it’s just pictures of his eyes… I’d still pay for that

But yeah he’s basically gonna try to be your sugar daddy, fight me

Anything you want is pretty much yours

Tends to get lost in clothing isles a lot even though he can probably just look over the racks

Gives you shirts that are clearly too big for you just to annoy you

Anything he buys for himself is solely snacks and you cannot convince me otherwise

Probably buys those cliche matching hoodies but yknow at least he tried

Acts like a little kid if you take too long to look at stuff and complains until you give him a kiss

Or until you yell at him, whichever comes first

Literally clings to you when you’re walking

Buys a lot of unnecessary stuff for you just because you said it was pretty

Hey, if it’s a garden decoration that you said was kind of pretty he’s gonna but it, even if you don’t have a garden

Yes he’s gonna carry everything but you probably have to make him since it’s all the stupid stuff he picks out for you that make up most of that pile

Gets food while you’re out and eats at home

He throws a fit when you say he can’t get something even though he’s probably paying for it

#fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x y/n #yuuji itadori #yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #itadori headcanons #jjk headcanons

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sxnnimoon · 3 years

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Little One pt.3

Here is part 3 my pretty's! Hope you enjoy! And as always my requests are open. Happy reading!

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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You couldn’t tell if it was real or not, the sensation you were feeling was almost euphoric. Looking under the covers you saw the culprit. Jungkook was between your legs devouring you. You let out a moan to let him know you were fully aware of what he was doing.

He looked up at you.

“Good morning baby.” He smiled before continuing.

He knew you were close just by the tone in your moans.

“Cum baby, let go.” He whispered.

You cried out before releasing into his mouth.

He cleaned you up smiling at what he just did.

You pulled him up to cuddle you.

“Thank you Kookie.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, tickling you. “Breakfast will get cold then.”

Your head popped up at the thought of food. You got up, still naked from last night's activities. You went ahead and threw your robe on not bothering to put on clothes.

“Let’s go.” He said throwing you over his shoulder running to the dining room.

You were a giggling mess.

He finally put you down, your babies were already there waiting for you, they had dropped their suits for lounge wear. You liked seeing them like this.

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi said.

“We asked you to wake her,” Namjoon said.

“I did.” Kook protested.

“With his mouth.” You smirked digging into your breakfast.

They all groaned, wishing they had thought to do that.

Jungkook had the biggest grin on his face.

“No whining,” you said. “We have too much to do today before we leave.”

They nodded in agreement.

Once you all finished eating, they each took the liberty of cleaning up for you.

You were currently in your closet trying to pick out the best outfits for Italy. You knew not to over do it as they were no doubt going to spoil you.

You were looking at all your fancier dresses as you knew they would want nothing more than to party while on this vacation. You brought you short but high cut silver dress that drove Yoongi crazy but also your black dress with the all mesh skirt that had slits down either side. After choosing your shoes you made the final touches for lingerie and zipped up your suitcase.

You walked over to Namjoons room as he never knew what to pack, so being the good wife you were, you decided to get it out of the way for him.

After making sure everything was packed, you changed and decided to get in a few laps in the pool.

Walking out you noticed Taehyung had the same idea as you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You smiled at him.

Hi my little dove.” He smiled up at you. “Hop in.”

“I think I like the view from over here.” You smirked sitting at the edge of the pool.

He instantly swam over to you. He stopped a few feet in front of you. You could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him slowly going to get up.

But it was too late. He splashed you.

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” You shouted.

His eyes went wide, he knew he fucked up. He ducked under the water trying to swim away but you jumped in after him, catching him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said arms up in defense.

“Sure you are.” You said before dunking him underwater.

He quickly recovered. Shaking out his hair in your face.

You glare at him before swimming to the shallow end.

“Oh come on baby.” He pouted at you. “Don’t be like that.”

He pulled you closer to him. Wrapping your legs around him.

“I’m not falling for it.” You said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“You know you wanna.” He said kissing your jaw and neck.

You knew he was right, you practically were putty in his hands. You just had to give in.

“Be quick about it,” you began. “Lunch won’t cook itself.”

“I’ll be quick.” He smirked, moving your bottoms to the side.

He slid in with ease. You moaned at the sensation. He was definitely thicker than the others. He set a quick and fast pace that would get you both off. It didn’t take long for that to happen. He was out of breath.

“Will you two get out of the pool?” Jin said a bit sternly. “We have things to do. That can all wait.”

Jin helped you out of the pool.

“I’m sure you want me twice as bad right now.” You said running a finger down his pants.

He shivered under your touch.

“Don’t tempt me, little one.” He gave you a hard look.

You just smirked running off after Tae.

Night was setting in and you had to be on a plane in 5 hours. You hand the luggage placed in front of the door doing a final count.

“I have 6,” you yelled. “Who's missing?”

“We’re coming!” Shouted Kookie and Jimin.

“Of course it would be you two.” Yoongi said.

“Play nice.” You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Only for you.” He cooed in your ear.

“You’ve gone soft.” Hobi said.

“Only for her.” Yoongi smiled.

“Okay, does everyone have what they need.” You smiled at them.

They all responded with yes. You couldn’t wait to spend time with them in Rome. You all piled into the limo and headed for your jet. Once the flight took off Kookie was already passed out. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek, making him smile in his sleep.

You moved your attention back to your book. It was a gift from Joonie, ever since you got it you could not put it down. You yawned.

“Get some sleep kitten.” Yoongi said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You nodded, soon falling asleep to him running circles on your thigh. You had woken up just in time for landing.

“Morning jagiya.” Jimin smiled. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Once off the plane it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. Everyone was tired over the 13+ hour flight. You just wanted to get to the villa and crash.

Pulling up to the place you were in awe. It was right by the water with a private beach. It was just you guys. The scenery looked out of a movie. You really picked a good place for this long week.

“The place is beautiful princess.” Taehyung came up behind you.

Walking in the place was huge. It had large windows, A giant kitchen. It was heaven. You took notice of the cats that walked around the back of the villa throughout the garden.

One in particular caught your eyes. She was black with a white spot in the shape of a heart on her forehead. She was gorgeous. Overlooking the garden it had a gazebo and waterfall towards the center. It was covered in roses. Moving on to the bedrooms there were 8 in total. The boys would each get their own room as you would yourself. Even though some of them would no doubt be sleeping in your room. You all were finally settling in but you were far from wanting to just sleep. You wanted to go out and explore, though you knew they wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“I wanna do something.” you pouted, plopping down on the couch next to Namjoon.

“We’ll do things tomorrow baby.” Hoseok said.

“But I wanna go swimming.” you whined.

“Don’t start.” Jin warned.

“Fine.” you said getting up.

They assumed you gave in but you had other plans in mind. You slowly began undressing as you walked to the back door leading to the private beach.

“I’m going down by the water.” you called out not bothering to look at them.

“Oka- Y/N!” Jin yelled.

The yell caught all of their attention. You took that as your que to run for the water. The sun was already setting and thankfully you chose a place where no one would disturb you all. You were almost to the water, looking back you saw all seven of them running after you. As soon as the water hit your feet you dove right in, they all stopped right at the edge.

“Y/n get over here, Now!” Yoongi yelled.

“Cut the shit lets go.” Hobi said after him.

“Come in and get me.” you smirked, putting your head back and swimming a bit farther.

“You’re being a brat right now and I’m not having it.” Taehyung said.

“Come in daddy, the water feels nice.” you rubbed your hands on your breasts pushing them up a bit.

“That's it.” Yoongi said before throwing his shoes off and running in after you.

A hint of regret sank in as Yoongi was not one to get into water. You really were in for it now.

“Are we gonna do this the easy way or hard way?” he said with a growl.

You looked him in the eyes almost pleading and to say sorry.

“Don’t be shy now kitten, you’re in for it now.” he chuckled, lifting you over his shoulders giving your ass a hard slap.

Walking past the others they just chuckled at the look on your face. You looked to them for help, but nothing.

The trip up to your room seemed like it took forever, the hallway seemed to look longer than usual. As soon as you were in your room he set you on the bed still showing some kindness but that would soon be over with.

“I’m going to grab something and I expect you to be laid down and spread out for me.” he said power within his words.

To say you weren’t turned on was an understatement. You were dripping. The dom in Yoongi was what you lived for. Just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you moan.

He re-entered the room with silk ropes in his hand. You knew them all too well. He had brought them from home.

“Wrists kitten.” he said.

You held them up.

“So obedient.” he cooed, tying the ropes tight but not too tight.

“I’m sorry baby.” you pouted as he kissed down your body.

“Apologies won’t save you now, little one.” he said, kissing your thighs.

He ran a finger down your folds causing you to buck forward.

“None of that.” he said looking up at you.

He began teasing you, his mouth was of an expert. He knew you were about to come just by how whiny you were getting. He stopped as soon as you were about to let go.

You let out a groan. Only to be flipped over.

“What did I tell you?” he said climbing on you, pulling you up by your hair causing you to moan. “You come when I tell you.” he let go of your hair.

You had arched your back waiting for him to do something.

“Yoongi?” you began. “Are you still the-” you yelled out at the feeling of him entering you.

“You really need to start behaving kitty.” he groaned, slapping your ass.

“But II-I like riling you up.” you moaned out best you could.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up the pace.

You cried out.

“Be. A good. Girl.” he said between thrusts. “And you might be able to come.”

He kept pounding into you, you were sure the whole villa could hear you.

“I’m close baby.” you whined out.

“Hold on kitten, I'm always there.” he breathed out.

You were a moaning mess.

“Cum kitty.” he said running circles on your clit.

You screamed out reaching your high, soon after he followed with his.

He crawled up to you, untying your wrists.

“You really gotta listen baby.” he caressed your face.

“I just wanted to have some fun.” you pouted.

“I know,” he said. “Take a nap and I'll get you when dinner is ready.”

You nodded while closing your eyes. He smiled and kissed your head.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi

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deadmunds-ghostbee · 2 years

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Rambling thoughts/analyses on even more (!) stills:

Buckle in fuckos this is gonna be a long post 🤠

Let’s start with stills we know which ep they’re from:

1. Episode 2x01 So obviously our mans is courting someone. Most speculate this isn’t Edwina and is another girl—which idk skin tone, might just be the lighting (?)—but my thought is that he might have a montage or a few scenes courting other girls in the ton and being bored out of his mind/deeming them inadequate to be his wife. He looks kinda antsy and ready to leave here to me so this fits. Also, note the room behind them? Lady Danburys home had a lot of roses and warm pinks and this cool lavender doesn’t totally fit that vibe. Could very easily be not Edwina.

2. Episode 2x01

Our cutie at Lady Ds ball. Every time we see her in this outfit she seems nervous/ in awe. She seems vaguely pleased here—probably going to dance or getting attention. She deserves 🥰

3. 2x03 Kate having tea. Lots of tea time this season what with ep 1 Anthony tea and ep 4 Kathony + Edwina tea. Thoughts here I actually really like that wig?? Even tho it’s tight? Also new color it’s nice on her but the dress itself I don’t love but she can make anything work. Her cute lil flower too 🥺

4. 2x03 hdshshfakfnffnsj 😩😮‍💨🥴 we all know how I feel abt a certain Mary sharma (I’m free on Thursday when I am free). With our new crumbs of her always love how they do her hair. She’s GLOWING I’m DROOLING also this might be same tea as with Kate? Lightings different looks like she’s maybe under a tent so I doubt it. I’d also say this looks like Aubrey hall in the background? But eh who knows.

5. Episode 2x02 Thots here: Anthony looks so old here I want him to keep away from Edwina jfc 😖. Other people have noted same Kate dress and hair as other still with her in purple with the velvet thingy over it when her and Ed are in the garden. Same episode too, but obvi no velvet or gloves. Also Edwina’s a different dress so who knows the timeline of this shit? Edwina changes (bc she gets wet? Actually kinda doubt that) maybe just to see him. She looks happy to see him, poor little girl. Kate looks surprisingly not feral here? Maybe she’s keeping her anger close to the best this ep.

6. Episode 2x01 more fuckin tea. Clearly before or after the Graham Norton clip that takes place before the debut. Still wondering how they play into Lw and Kathony drama and when Lady D and QC became such good homies??

7. Episode 2x04 heh heh heh. Wow they’re so subtle. First off. Obsessed. Whores in the wilderness unchaperoned. I’ve seen so many great theories and parallels abt this and deadmund and maybe including flashbacks. To answer my one ask question, his hand is pretty much over hers on the gun and it’s big and the position is awkward and I love it. She’s trying so hard to stay cool. She has her jaunty cap and i like it but it’s so weird from the angle and the lighting on her is also weird oh well. Funny that she insisted on coming along and still he’s teaching her how to shoot. What’s the truth? Are either of em even good at it 😂? If that hat wasn’t there he’d be so close but I love the look on his face so much and how the hat hits his forehead. Still don’t believe they’re having this moment whilst killing animals? Hopefully it’s a target? Anyway this has gotta happen before the pink hall that episode or at least I hope. The tension is real and I’m gonna be in so much pain 😩

Now moving on to stills where we don’t *know* the episode: I think it’s more likely most of these are from early on but they did give us a pen/el still from ep 7 so anything’s possible?

8. Who knows when this is from but this is so interesting to me. She looks mad like but maybe also disappointed? Like she’ll tell you (Anthony) off but be sad about it. The wigs actually pretty okay and doesn’t distract from the look in her eyes. The sun on her is magnificent. Simones face is so dynamic and interesting in different shadows and angles and I’m always so intrigued by a new dimension of her gorgeousness.

9. Clearly not a still but you got the idea. It goes with that scene in the trailer obviously. Have seen some speculation maybe it’s from those leaked pap pics of Anthony running after kate in the rain bc of her dark purple but his waist coat doesn’t match so it isn’t quite right. Maybe the pic of Simone in dark dark purple on the horse is still connected tho? I think it’s easy to believe this is a later episode bc of Kate and Anthony placement next to each other. Also how they’re the emo kids of the pic in their dark isolated colors. Whatever the bridgertons are looking at in the street (in front of Aubrey hall I think) must involve kathony Ed Mary and Lady D or else they wouldn’t be in the pic? But if kathony are married and At AH then why is everyone else fuckin there? Is this drama about Kathony or abt Edwina’s journey and they’re all interfering? Is actually a way early episode and the bridgertons are looking on concerned as kathony quarrel in the street (that actually be so funny). A mystery pic fr

10. Lol ah yes, of course. Anthony’s firth moment (we’ve discussed this show being marketed too heavily on p &p and this isn’t too much imo. It’s a fun reference and promo hasn’t mentioned p and p that much at all. The bath? (From teaser didn’t actually analyze that bc Jesus Christ I have fanfic to write) I think is also another ref.) ANYWAY. episode? Idk. Same scene as the boat pics obviously. He goes crazy (man looks maaad) probably from jealousy and ends up toppling himself.also someone pointed out the ppl in the boat behind him were in the pap pics with Simone. Based on angles it could be the one behind him left but that’s a maybe. Other thoughts I don’t think it has to do with Newton? idk it just seems like a long shot kate bringing her dog to be w mr Dorset? Also idk how this fits with Edwina bc someone asked Chari on Twitter if she was in a fun scene with a lake and she said no. I’m just v confused. But I’d assume maybe this is ep 3? Really just pulling stuff outta my ass with that guess tho bc two seems full.

OKAY APPARENTLY IVE HIT 10 IMAGE LIMIT SO ILL LINK PART 2 WHEN ITS DONE!!

EDIT: THERE ARE MORE STILLS who knows how many parts this will be 🥲

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton theories

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fanartfunart · 3 years

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Fly Away

Episode 1: Paon Lilas (*Lilac Peacock)

Ao3 Link (If I actually continue this, check my Ao3 of the same name “Fanartfunart”.. Considering how much mental real estate it’s taking up, I probably will.)

An au in which Adrien didn't succeed in trying to 'sneak' into brick and mortar school and therefore also didn't get the Black Cat miraculous..... but he did find a pretty peacock. (It's in his house... I mean....) Ladybug and Féline Sombre (Who uses She/They. Black Cat hero name thanks to @broadwaytheanimatedseries) get some help from the mysterious peacock miraculous holder, but Ladybug isn’t sure he’s 100% doing this for good.

Warnings: Canon typical violence.... Not much else? Tell me if I need to add anything.

A/N because Brick and Mortar schoolers never know that’s what they are: "Brick and Mortar school" is a homeschool/online school method of reference to in-person schools before calling it “in-person” was a thing. I 100% think Adrien would use that phrasing. (if the writers knew it existed...Tho. Idk if there's a French equivalent)

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Adrien knew he shouldn’t be doing this. This was a worse idea than trying to sneak his way into brick and mortar school. He’d only seen it by accident. He wasn’t even doing very good at committing to breaking into his father’s mysterious safe. This was the third time he’d come back down to find out what was behind that painting.... He should really not be doing this. But...a secret compartment behind his mother’s painting was just… too interesting to ignore. He unfurled an umbrella to cover himself from the cameras his father probably had in the room. Inching his way to the painting of his mother.

...He had had far too much time to think about this. He only had to punch in the code once (his mother’s birthday- frankly, his father really needed a code harder to guess), for the safe to click and unlock.

The contents… were not what he anticipated. It looked like a keepsake box, not a super secret compartment. He ghosted a hand over the frame of his mother’s photo, blinking away the lingering sadness. ...A peacock brooch? He picked it up, tumbling it in his hand. It almost hummed with energy. He tilted his head, brow raised.

Footsteps.

Adrien frantically closed the hidden compartment and glancing for a hiding place. The umbrella closed over his head just as he dove for the curtain. That… might bruise. He flattened himself against the windowsill, going on his tip-toes on the barely-there window ledge.

From the distinct clack of dress shoes on the floor, his father had entered the room. Adrien held his breath, hearing his father’s footsteps come closer. A strange whirr. Then silence. Adrien stood there for a long moment, feeling the edges of the peacock brooch dig into his clenched fist. Heart hammering. But father never called for Natalie, or his bodyguard, or moved, or anything. It was eerily quiet. The umbrella peaked out of the curtain. He popped open the umbrella to find… no one.

"What?" Adrien whispered to himself. He frowned, and tiptoed out from the window, before racing out of the room, down the hall, and outside. Once safely in the garden, he dropped the umbrella. He slid down into the grass, taking deep breaths.

The brooch vibrated.

Wait. The brooch vibrated? He opened his hand. He had to shield his face from the burst of light. He opened an eye to see… a tiny… hummingbird? No, it was a peacock. Why is a peacock… floating? And Tiny? And why isn’t he sneezing? Are miniature peacocks hypoallergenic? “What the...”

“Ooooo, hello!” The creature said cheerfully, “Lovely weather isn’t it? Beautiful flowers! Nice to be outdoors for once isn’t it? Are you my new miraculous wielder? You’re so cute! You look almost like…” tears welled up into the miniature peacock’s eyes. Adrien looked around frantically. It kept talking unintelligibly between sobs, gesturing vaguely.

“Are you… okay?”

“Noooooooo.”

“Right. Er-” Adrien frowned, clearly it wasn’t going to make sense if he asked what was wrong. He opted for distraction. “Do… you want something to eat?”

“Oh sure!” The tiny peacock’s tears cleared up immediately.

Adrien blinked at the sudden change in mood and nodded “Let’s… Let’s go get you something to eat… I guess. Er, what are you?”

"Oh I'm Duusu, a kwami, I can grant the power to hone emotions into constructs."

He tilted his head. The image of Ladybug summoning her Lucky Charm came to mind. "Like… a superhero? How?”

"Well you are transformed by a magic phrase, and once transformed, you can create a sentimonster out of vibrant emotions. Whoever holds the Amok, the item imbued with power, can control the sentimonster."

“Oh, cool!”

"It is! Do you have any mangoes? I love mango."

“We’ll see.” Adrien glanced at the peacock brooch and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked back at the door inside, then Duusu. “Actually, can you… hide? Just for now-”

“Oh yes! Don’t worry! I know the Kwami and our wielder's identities are a secret.” The kwami zipped into Adrien’s over-shirt inner pocket and settled there. It felt… almost natural. He smiled a bit to himself and went to find out if they had some good fruit for the tiny peacock.

The TV played in the background while Duusu had another sudden breakdown about… something. Adrien still wasn’t sure what. He was starting to feel very out of his depth.

“Duusu.... Duusu. D- Duusu, do you want to talk about it?” There was a pause before the tears flowed even harder. Adrien was reminded of a sprinkler.

His eyes were pulled to the TV, with a flash of red and black blurring on the screen. Followed by an Akuma. Ladybug and Féline Sombre. He glanced at the Kwami. “Duusu… you mentioned you can give me powers, right?”

“Mhm! You just have to say ‘Spread my feathers.’”

“Alright! Duusu-”

“OH! Wait I didn’t-”

“Spread my feathers!” The transformation felt so natural, like he was made to do this. He struck a pose and smiled behind the fan that materialized in his hand. “Alright, let’s go help Ladybug and Féline Sombre.”

He didn’t expect to start… feeling, seeing emotions. Although he supposed that made sense for the power set. They were everywhere- it was like being dropped into the deep end of a pool, surrounded and covered. Fear, worry, frustration, annoyance, determination. Stronger emotions felt… bigger, somehow. The world was full of colors and feelings he’d never expected. He lept across rooftops, feeling like he was flying. His own elation from the truest sense of freedom he’s ever had in… ever; a bright vibrant bubble. He stumbled to a stop as he spotted Ladybug.

Ladybug was determined… and scared? He didn’t expect that from Paris’s hero. She kept looking around, searching for a plan. The redhead cat hero dove in from above and smacked the Akuma with their baton. Her baton was then immediately captured and swallowed by the plants under the Akuma’s control. Féline Sombe pulled desperately before eventually giving up and vaulting towards Ladybug. She was scared too, he noticed, and frustrated.

The Akumatized person was angry. So so angry it was overwhelming. He almost couldn’t see the person behind their anger. “It’s only a matter of time before Chloé Bourgeois and the litterers of Paris pay!” The plant-covered Akuma cackled.

Chloe?! Well that’s not good. One of his only friends is in danger?

“Bonzaniac is just gonna grow bigger if they go anywhere near the Eiffel. We need to prune this plant before it’s unmanageable.” Ladybug told Féline Sombre, wrapping her yo-yo around the Akuma’s legs, straining to control Bonzaniac’s movement.

Féline Sombre gestured widely, “If I touch them I’ll just become Cat-nip! How are we supposed to stop them?”

Ladybug called her Lucky Charm, ending up with a polka dotted fishing pole. “How’s that supposed to help?”

The peacock hero frowned and… Chloé? What’s she doing here? Bonzaniac noticed her as well, it seemed, because the plant growth reached toward her. Chloé’s fear grew rapidly and immediately. He plucked a feather from the fan, imbuing it with power. He dove from his perch on the roof down towards Chloé and Bonzaniac.

“Fly away, darling amok.” The feather fluttered into Chloé’s necklace. He grabbed a traffic cone and hurled it at the plant tendrils, keeping it from touching Chloé. Féline Sombre quickly took over the idea, batting away the tendrils with a trash can lid. (That made Chloé cringe.) A purplish mask of light illuminated Chloé’s and his own face. “Chloé, I am…er- Paon Lilas. I can sense your fear. Let me help you turn it into safety. I can grant you a construct to protect you.”

“Then just do it already!” Chloé cried, “Please just don’t let it turn me into a sticky sappy gross tree!” A large golden bear materialized in front of Chloe. It roared and Chloé gasped. “Mr. Cuddles!”

Ladybug was... understandably confused. “What? Another Akuma?” She furrowed her brow and deepened her fighting stance.

“OH! No no no, uh, I’m Paon Lilas." He flourished his fan with a bow. "I’m here to help.”

Ladybug’s suspicion grew, but he didn’t have much of a chance to explain himself as Bonzaniac roared and turned on him, aiming their plant tendrils towards him. “Hey! I’m not really the roosting type of bird!” He dived for cover behind a car, patting himself down, “Come on, is the only weapon I get a fan? Why couldn’t I get a baton or something like that?”

The gold bear attacked Bonzaniac, knocking them down. Bonzaniac grappled the bear in plants, taking the plants away from protecting their back.

Ladybug gasped, "There! They only have so much plant matter! Féline, destroy as much plant matter as you can, Paon, distract Bonzaniac! I'm going Akuma fishing."

The two other heroes nodded.

"Cataclysm!" Féline Sombre yelled, summoning black destructive energy around their hand. She ducked and weaved towards the center of Bonzaniac's plant mass, jumping out of the way of grasping tendrils.

Paon Lilas whistled "Hey Bonzaniac, have you heard about Fast Fashion? I use all my outfits that way. Never worn the same shirt twice!"

The Akuma roared "All. That. WASTE!" They focused a massive amount of plant matter towards him.

"Didn't think that'd work so effectively," he muttered under his breath. He lept out of the way, and back around the bend of the car. The plants wrapped up around the car. He whooped in triamph.

Féline Sombre finally managed to hit Bonzaniac, severely reducing the amount of plants in their control. Ladybug swung the fishing pole and caught a necklace from in the middle of the thicket of plant matter. She crushed it under foot and captured the purple butterfly that fluttered out.

Mr Cuddly the sentibear sat on the Akuma victim. Paon frowned and glanced at Chloé. The gardener looked dazed and confused.

“Now who do you think you are?” Chloe said, crossing her arms.

The gardener smacked the side of the over large bear. “Wh- you! You littered in my garden! And refused to simply pick it up!”

“So what? That's not my job," Chloe huffed, crossing her arms. The sentibear huffed with her.

Paon snapped his fingers, pulling the amok from the necklace, the sentibear disappearing. Chloe gasped, pouting.

"Mademoiselle Chloe," Paon sighed softly, "How would you feel if someone threw trash into your beautiful hair and refused to help clean it up?" Chloe grabbed her hair, and Paon saw her horror at the concept. "Exactly. That garden takes just as much work, or more, as your hair. I suggest apologizing."

She pouted, "Fine, your garden was pretty or whatever, sorry I messed it up." She flicked her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "There. I apologized."

Féline Sombre and Ladybug chatted in the background. Féline grabbed their baton and with a light salute, she vaulted away.

Paon's Miraculous beeped. That... meant something right?

"Birdy!" Ladybug called, walking toward him, her own Miraculous beeping. "Where did you get that Miraculous?"

"Oh… um…. Funny story-"

"I'm sorry, but you need to give it to me. It doesn't belong to you."

"What?" Paon took a step back, "Why?"

"It's been lost. I'm going to take it back to the original owner."

Paon paled. Did Ladybug know his father? Or did his father find the lost miraculous without giving it back? Did his father know what it was? What would happen if his father found out he took it? The bubble of elated freedom popped. "That… sounds like a great, morally right thing to do… but… consider…” He took a soft step back, glancing up to find a path of escape, hands raised surrender. “I can't. Sorry, bye!" Paon ran, leaping up and away.

Ladybug moved to go after him, only for her miraculous to beep again. Sabrina had run in just in time to comfort Chloé, so Ladybug sighed and ran in the opposite direction.

Adrien tripped over himself as he detransformed in a back alley. His legs weak, and head dizzy. "Woah- is that normal?"

Duusu looked up at him with sad eyes. "I meant to tell you. The miraculous is broken... If you continue to use it... it will hurt you."

"... Does it hurt you?"

Duusu thought for a moment. "The transformation? No.... It is nice... to see another use it's power so kindly."

Adrien glanced down. He looked at the broach clipped to his overshirt. The lightness... the freedom. He nodded firmly. Unclipping it from his shirt and instead clipping it in his inside pocket. Hidden. "I'll be careful. Come on, let's get something to eat...” He rubbed his head, “I feel like we both need it."

Marinette just barely managed to make it to the bakery before the afternoon rush.

"Marinette! How was school?” Tom called, opening his arms for a hug. She happily took her place in her father’s arms.

"Not great.. Chloé caused another Akuma."

Tom sighed and shook his head, releasing her with a pat on the back. "At least we have Ladybug and Féline Sombre. Come on, if you can't learn in peace at school you can learn some more Dupain-Chang classics!"

Marinette chuckled and nodded, heading over to get ready to work behind the counter.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a young blond. She stared at him. He seemed oddly familiar. She started picturing him against all the blonds she knew, although her brain was still somewhat stuck on the Peacock Miraculous holder…. She really needed to talk to Master Fu about that.

The boy stumbled. He was just about to faceplant into the counter before Marinette, intending to catch him- shoved him. He fell on his rear instead.

“OH, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Marinette cried, moving to pull him up to his feet. He was surprisingly light, ohmy and now she just manhandled him like a human doll.

“It’s okay! You saved me from what was probably a worse fate.” He giggled awkwardly, "Thanks... I’ve been.. a bit dizzy today, I guess."

"Oh, I hope you feel better, anything I can do to help?"

"Heh, I was looking for food. Got some, er, fruity stuff?"

"Fruity, fruit. For sure, fruit." Marinette stared at him a bit longer. Finally the images and fashion magazine clippings clicked next to the boy’s face. She gasped "Adrien Agreste! You're Gabriel Agreste's son! He’s my favorite fashion designer!"

He laughed awkwardly. Rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah… That’s… that’s me."

"You probably hear that all the time, sorry! But! Fruit." She walked over to the counter and gestured at the prepared goods. "Macaroons are always good, and there's some a couple of fruit Eclairs, brioche and jam-"

He smiled somewhat stiffly, before frowning at the eclairs. He made a subtle 'come here' gesture. Marinette looked down at the eclairs herself, unsure what exactly made him frown.

He sighed, adjusting his overshirt. (Duusu settled nicely into the pocket again, glad to have been able to choose his treat.) "I think one of those is good.... Er... actually, I think two."

He handed her the money, and she handed him the pastries. "Thank you."

She smiled, "Thank you! Come again soon. Just try not to trip, that's usually my thing."

He laughed. "Actually…” He takes a bite of his eclair, with a smile “I think I will definetly try to come in again."

"Oh! Okay, cool!"

He waved and walked out of the establishment with a small smile.

Tom leaned over as she watched him leave. "Flirting with the customers?"

Marinette gasped dramatically, "NoOo dad no. He's... just a friend."

Adrien leaned against a wall and sighed. Duusu floated up into view, taking a section of eclair. "Ah young love..."

He shook his head, "...She's just a friend..." He gasped, glancing back at the bakery with a smile, "A friend."

Marinette frowned, "Wait, Master Fu, do you think he could be working with Hawkmoth?"

"It is a possibility. I wouldn’t be surprised if the butterfly and the peacock had been nearby each other. If you can find out where he found it, it may help us find Hawkmoth.”

“Hm, he didn’t seem like he was with Hawkmoth. He was helpful... And he actually got Chloé to apologize?” She was still bewildered about that. It wasn’t the best apology ever, but she still actually did it.

“The peacock wields the power of emotion, Peon Lilas will be able to sense emotion. He can very easily use that information to manipulate others into doing things for him. Even something as simple as an apology.”

She frowned, considering, “I think I understand.”

“Be careful, the peacock is not to be underestimated. Make sure you and Féline Sombre are prepared for what he might do next."

She nodded firmly. "I will be.”

Gabriel Agreste stared at the paused frame from the newscast on his newest enemy. Emile's painting ajar and missing a vital item. "Natalie... Where is the surveillance footage for this room?"

She silently pulled up the footage, scrolling through to find an umbrella blocking their view of their thief.

Gabriel growled under his breath and stood up. "Time to catch a runaway bird, it seems. See what you can find from the rest of the cameras in and out of the building. If there's anything or anyone out of place, you tell me immediately."

"What will you do sir?" Natalie asked, already scanning through footage on her tablet.

"Someone found and stole the peacock miraculous from right under our noses. I need to find a way to protect my identity and a lure for our heroic peafoul.”

#gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ml #peacock!adrien #black cat!sabrina #Chloé Bourgeois #akuma oc #ml fanfiction #fanart's fanfic #Peon Lilas AU #Duusu #Up next: me drawing them lolol

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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My biggest treasure - Ft. Mammon part 2

part 1

Obey me! Monster tales masterlist

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The days until you meet with Mammon pass quickly.

You tell your elderly neighbors to look after your siblings, while you are out of town for work.

They are very kind people, they are sort of adoptive grandparents to you and your siblings. Always offering support and they love to watch them. In exchange, you all take care of their garden and house repairs.

Your siblings are sad when you once again set out to work. At least you can afford the medicine when the job is done, maybe even an extra dose.

This motivates you greatly on the way to your meeting spot.

Mammon is surprisingly already there. Somehow you expected him to be late. He might be more dedicated than you thought.

"Hey, Mammon." You casually greet him.

"Yo, before we go, can I see Goldie?" He seems serious about his request.

You almost chuckle. "How can you be so attached to a coin?" You then produce the coin that was hidden underneath your clothes.

Mammon cheeks darken a little when your clothes expose the tiniest amount of skin.

"It's just important to me." He huffs while looking in a different direction.

You shake your head and hand him the coin.

He looks at it fondly and then returns it to you. "Now I'm good."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your precious coin." You chuckle and put the coin back into its hiding spot.

Mammon cheeks are darker than ever before. "H-hey, don't make fun of me."

You suddenly realize it's kind of fun to tease him.

"It's alright, we all got things that are important to us." You smile at him.

"W-well, we should get goin…." Mammon awkwardly starts walking.

"Hold on a second. Do you even have a plan?" You have a bad feeling.

"I always have a plan." He proudly says.

"What plan is that?" Your bad feelings only get stronger.

"The same as always. Go in and take the loot!" Mammon says this with full confidence.

You almost facepalm. "You can't be serious! Something like this needs a plan, careful observation, skills, and an opportunity. You can't just waltz in and take everything." You barely can believe what you just heard.

"Worked so far for me." He shrugs in a carefree manner.

"How many times have you been successful?" It seems like just words aren't convincing him.

He thinks for a moment. "About thirty percent." Mammon even looks proud of that number.

"You can't be serious. I might be better off doing this alone after all." You let out a heavy sigh.

"Aww come on. You can't just abandon the mission before it even starts. I even entrusted Goldie with ya." He desperately pleads with you.

"If you still want me as your partner, we will do this my way." You look sternly towards Mammon.

"I'm confident about this one. You gotta trust me!" He almost sounds offended.

"My way or no way. Your decision." You shrug, ready to walk away.

Mammon throws his hands up. "Fine, alright, but if we get caught I'll haunt your ass just sayin."

"I'll haunt your ass if you don't listen to me." You huff at him.

"Gee, alright, I'll play along, no need to be so dramatic." Mammon reluctantly agrees.

"You started this." You shoot an annoyed look at him.

You bicker a bit longer until you finally get to talk about the plan.

It has definitely changed and it'll require observation.

The gist of it is still the same as before, though.

"I think I got it all now, even when you somehow managed to suck all the fun outta this." After explaining it several times, Mammon finally understands everything.

"It's not supposed to be fun, it's illegal,, and I can't and won't go to prison." You can't believe his words.

"I agree on that part,, but you know you are pretty stuck up. I noticed that in the bar too, all just fake ass smiles." Mammon seems somehow to be able to see right through you.

"I'm not stuck up, it's not like working in this line of work is my dream. Not this and not working at the bar. Well, the bar job isn't bad, but I certainly had other goals for my life. Besides, I can't afford to goof around." You have too many important responsibilities to deal with.

"I understand we all have stuff we gotta deal with, but you gotta have fun too, ya know." Mammon tries to make you understand his point of view.

"I personally think you aren't taking any of this seriously at all. Which is also quite an issue." You lead the conversation away from yourself. It's painful to know that he has a point.

Mammon just shrugs. "At least I'm willing to try your way, so better be thankful for that."

"Only because you know deep down that I'm right." You cross your arms.

"Well, mostly because I really need that money. I got a literal ghost haunting me about money, ya know." Mammon shudders slightly.

"I don't think I want to know more about that story. So we better follow the plan, so you can get that precious beauty sleep." You can only imagine how he owes a ghost money.

"I'm sleeping very well, thanks for the concern." Mammon seems a bit flustered.

Funny how easy that is.

"I guess that's one thing we don't need to worry about then. Anyway, tomorrow night is a new moon. That will give us the best chance, especially since the owner will be out of the house." This will be the best opportunity for you.

"I just want this to be over at this point." Mammon sighs deeply.

You both hide out in separate places.

Your main plan involves Mammon being a decoy, the perfect way to use him in your opinion. Somehow you took a guess and figured he loves a bit of showmanship and is absolutely right about it.

"I love my new outfit, I feel much fancier with this new vest." Mammon is pleased at least. "Who knew you had such talents."

"It's not that hard, maybe I can teach you." You poke his side teasingly.

"H-hey… you can't just touch me…and who says that we're gonna work together again?" Mammon seems strangely embarrassed again.

"Yeah, that is something we will have to see." You wink at him and pull your mask down.

Mammon narrows his eyes. "Wait a second, you are the one I saw that night after all."

"You seriously just realized that?" You can't believe it.

"W-well, I had my suspicions…" Mammon tries to hide it, but he literally just figured it out.

You laugh because he is so easy to figure out.

"Oi! Don't make fun of me!" He huffs in annoyance.

"I'm not. I laughed because you are cute sometimes." Saying this surprises you as much as him, but it's true.

Mammon looks like he is about to overheat. "I need to get goin." He practically runs away.

You can only shake your head at him.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me monster tales #monster tales #omswd #om!#om! fanfic

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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE

Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: Today’s your big day, your wedding day.

Warning: None

Words: 2746

Authors Note: Buckle up!!! This one… I cry. I hope you are all doing well! Please take care of yourself and stay hydrated. I’m finally on spring break thank god lol. If you are in school and have midterms I wish you luck! The school will be ending shortly, We’re almost there! Keep pushing!

We have one more chapter left! :( Enjoy!

- K

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 5.5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 |

Chapter 9

Today was your wedding day. You had a sleepless night, tossing and turning. You were kept up thinking about what Santiago had said to you. You laid in your bed on your side. All your bridesmaids were up already, gathering everything they needed to start getting ready. You were getting married in a beautiful garden there was across the street.

“Let’s go! Today’s the big day!” One of them said happily as they pulled the covers off of you.

“Come on, I have to start doing your hair!” one of them shouted from the bathroom.

You groan, setting up in bed. You yawn, shaking and running your fingers through your hair.

“Gosh, you look tired! The bags under your eyes!”

“Don’t worry I’ll cover it up!” one shouted from the bathroom

“Gee thanks…” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your face. “I couldn’t sleep…” You say.

“It's probably just nerves, but it’s fine! Today is going to be one of the happiest days of your life! Now come on out of bed, we only have a few hours!”

“Can’t we eat first?” you groan.

Your maid of honor shoves a Donut in your face. You huff taking it from her, taking a bite. She drags you out of the bed, leading you to the bathroom, plopping you down in the chair in front of the vanity.

“Alright let's crackin '!”

All your bridesmaids were ready, their hair and makeup had been done. Yours was done as well. You were in the bathroom changing in your outfit.

As you slipped on your outfit. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You felt different compared to the first day you had but it was in the bridal shop. You were beaming, happy and so excited. You felt amazing. Looking at yourself now, you felt none of that. A scared and unhappy person stared back at you. That excited person was long gone.

You couldn’t call off the wedding now. You were getting married soon. You couldn’t do that to everyone, to Alex.

“You alright in there?” Your maid of honor asked through the door

“Yeah, I’m coming out.” You quickly pulled yourself together, putting on a fake smile. You walk out and all the bridesmaids gushed.

“Oh my god, you look amazing!” They helped you fit your outfit and zip up the back.

You walked over to the full body mirror continuing to stare at yourself.

There was a knock on the door, the bridesmaid opened the door. “People are arriving! It’s almost time! We’re heading down to the lobby” One of the groomsmen said peaking in the room.

“You guys go, I’ll meet you down in the lobby.”

“What? No! We have to-”

“Just go! I’ll meet you down there! I just need to do something real quick.”

“O-okay” The girls were confused but listened to you. They left the door open for you as you left.

You stared at yourself in the mirror trying to pull yourself together. You were freaking out, hyperventilating. You walk over to the window, pulling back the sheer curtain. Across the street, you could see the garden, the white tents set up for the wedding. You could see your and Alex’s friends and family walking and wait around.

“Oh god,” you signed. You shake your hands trying to get the nerves out, you walk back over to the mirror, staring at yourself.

You heard a knock on the door. You groaned, “Seriously, I want a few minutes alone is that too much to-”

“Wow” you hear a stunning voice call out behind you, you look in the mirror you were standing in front of noticing Frankie standing in the doorway. “You look beautiful Smiles…”

“Frankie” you breathed, quickly turning around to face him. “What are you doing here?”Although you invited him to a wedding a while ago, and after everything you two had been through, you thought he wasn’t going to show.

“I told you I wouldn’t this day for the world.”

Your heart began to race, your chest began to heave. “Y- you're not supposed to be in here, you're not supposed to see me, you do not suppose to be up here-”

“Pff that’s the groom.” He chuckled. You weren’t laughing. You just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Look I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I needed to see you.” He walks up to you, grabbing ahold of your hands.

“I just wanted to tell you, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be happy, and I know Alex will give you that, give you all the things you ever wanted in life. Alex is so incredibly lucky to have you.”

You continued to breathe heavily as I stared deeply into his eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but you were on the verge of tears. Your lip begins to quiver. “Frankie-” you croaked.

“Woah, hey it's okay.”

You began to sob. He places his hands against your cheek, his thumb rubbing just below your eyes, wiping the tear that fell.

“I-I can’t do this- I gotta leave-I can’t go out there-” you said quickly between sobs. He spins you around, walking you back to the bed so you can sit down.

He crouches down in front of you, still holding your hands, his thumps running on the top of them trying to help soothe you.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Smiles. You’re gonna walk out there a-and you’re gonna marry Alex. Everythings gonna be great, you’re gonna be fine-”

“Things aren’t fine Frankie…” you wailed.

“Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry…What’s wrong? Talk to me…”

You stared down at him. He looked up at you with worried eyes.

Listen to your heart. “...Frankie, I-”

“Come on we gotta-” Your maid of honor walked in catching you and Frankie.

Frankie drops your hands from his and quickly stands up. You stand up too, quickly whipping your eyes to cover that you’d been crying but your eyes were puffy.

Your maid of honor stands there awkwardly, not knowing what you say.

Frankie turns to you. “It’s gonna be okay. I wish you the best. I love you, Smiles.” he whispers, leaning in planting a kiss on your cheek. He quickly walks out of the room.

“Frankie!” You called after him. Your hand touches the spot on your cheek where he had kissed you.

“What was that all about? Was that him? Was that guy your ex-” She gives you a look.

“Can we not talk about it please…” You say walking to the bathroom quickly fixing your makeup.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Nothing happened” you walked out of the bathroom. “Come on let’s just go.”

…

You made it down to the lobby, the rest of the bridesmaids and Santiago stood waiting around.

Santiago could tell that something was wrong with you.

“Alright ladies, just start walking over I got, Smiles” Santiago announces. All the girls headed out the sliding glass doors of the hotel.

Once they are all gone, he turns to you.

“I saw Frankie come down. Was he up there with you? He just ran out of here so fast, he didn’t even stop to talk to me.”

“Let’s go.”

“But-”

“Santiago, please just drop it.”

“Okay,” he says, putting his hands up in defense. He bends his arm, signaling for you to take it. You look your arm around him walking out of the hotel and across the street to the garden.

“Alright Smiles is here, lets go!” One by one your bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

You felt numb as you and Santiago walked down the aisle. You spotted Frankie august the crow of family and friends. All eyes were on you, but you only seemed to notice those brown eyes you adored. You both couldn't take your eyes off each other. Your gaze was supposed to be in front of you at Alex, but Frankie was your main focus.

Alex stared at you, wondering why you weren’t looking forward to him. He looks in the direction you were looking in, noticing Frankie in the crowd of family and friends. He noticed Frankie was looking at you as well.

Frankie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, his mouth gaped open. Frankie quickly closed his mouth, swallowing hard. He needed to leave. He thought he could sit through the ceremony and watch you get married, but he couldn’t.

As you make it to the front, you take Alex’s hand, smiling up at him, but he gives you a frown, his eyes sad.

Frankie moved through the row, excusing himself as he walked by people. When he got to the end, he started to stealthily make his way to leave.

As you stood in front of everyone, noticing Frankie leaving the garden. Watching him walk away, you knew you needed to go after him. You loved him. You loved Frankie. You could deny your feelings any longer. Frankie was the one you wanted to be with. You didn’t care about anything else. All you knew is that you loved him and you desperately need to run after and tell him before it's too late.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Stop” you announce to the officiant of the wedding as they stare deeply at you. Everyone in the crowd gasped and whispered, confused as to what was going on.

“Go,” they say.

“W-what?”

“Go after him” he motions down the aisle. “I know your heart isn’t in this. It’s not with us.”

“Alex, I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry you...”

“I know...I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you were walking down the aisle. You love him and he loves you. Yeah, not gonna lie, this hurts, but I’m letting you go. Your heart was never mine, to begin with, because it’s his. It’s always been him.”

“Alex I’m so sorry for everything, I truly am...I’m sorry for stringing you along like this, I’m sorry I couldn’t amid what I truly felt earlier...Deep down I’ve always known that I was still in love with him, but I tried to deny it because of us. Part of me wanted to be with him, but I was scared of getting hurt again, but you... You’re such a great person and are so kind. I- thought I could make it work, but this isn't what I want. I’m so sorry for everything Alex and know that I do love you and you’re going to find someone who loves you so much more than I ever could.”

Alex smiles sadly.

“I just want you to be happy. I hope things work out for you and Frankie.” He kisses your forehead.

“Now go get him!”

“Thank you, Alex” You smile. A commotion started in the crowd as they watched you run down the rain down the aisle. You heard some people yelling angrily, cheering you on, or confused.

You ran out to the garden, stopping as you made it to the sidewalk right outside the entrance. You look around to see if you find Frankie around. He shouldn’t have gone far.

“Frankie!” You shouted as you turned, desperate trying to figure out what direction he had gone in.

“Smiles!’ Santiago says quickly running up behind you.

“Santi!” You grab his arms.

“I gotta find him! I gotta find Frankie! I gotta tell him I love him!” You say quickly.

“Come on, I park my car in the parking structure at the hotel!”

You quickly slip off your shoes, the two of you dash to the hotel parking structure across the street. You both hopped in the car, Santiago, swerved on out of there. “Here take my phone, try to get in touch with Frankie!” He placed his phone in your lap and she drove like a maniac.

You quickly pick up his phone dialing Frankies number.

It rang and rang, and rang. No answer.

“Ugh, come on Frankie!” You groan in frustration.

You tried calling several more times, but they all went to voicemail.

“Voicemail again”

“Try calling Lilah!”

You look for the Lilah number under contacts and dial her number.

“Hello?”

“Lilah!” thank god she answered.

“Smiles?”

“Do you know where your dad is? Is the home? I’m trying to get a hold of him!”

“No...I’m over at my friend Rehma’s- oh my god, are you going after him?” Lilah gasped. You hear her friend gasp as well.

“Yeah, I am.” You could help but smile.

Shrieking and hollering of the girls came from the other end of your phone, you pulled the phone away from your ear, you and Santiago laughed listening to them scream.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy right now-Um I'm gonna go home and see, if he does come home I’ll let you know

“Thank you!”

“Yes, of course, good luck!” The girls shout happily.

You hang up the phone.

“He’s not home, but she’ll call back if he comes back,” you tell Santiago.

You sat there thinking. Where would he have gone?

Then you remember. The lake.

“Santi, the lake. He might be there. I remember when he took me, told me he likes to go there to think.”

“We’re driving in the wrong direction then,” he quickly turns the car, making an illegal U-turn.

…

By the time you got to the lake, the sun was setting. Slight orange remained in the sky. Santiago parked right next to Frankie’s pickup truck. He was here but you didn’t know where. You get out of the car, Santiago comes to your side, learning again his car.

“I’m gonna stay here...Go get him.” He smiled.

You smiled at him and walked a few yards towards the dock on the lake. You look trying to see if Frankie was somewhere out on the lake.

Off in the distance, you notice a fire near the campsite area. You quickly walk towards the light source. As you make it closer, You see Frankie sitting on a log, in his tuxedo, roasting a marshmallow.

Frankie saw someone walking towards him. He looks up, seeing you making your way towards him.

He stood up from the log, staring at you. His face was in shock. You were supposed to be getting married. He had to be dreaming. You were quickly walking towards him.

“Smiles? What are you-”

Before he could finish the sentence, you rushed up to him, tightly gripping his loose tie, yanking him in for a kiss. He was taken by surprise, dropping the marshmallow he was roasting onto the ground, his hands grabbing your hips, pushing you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing your body closer to him as well.

You pull away. “Francisco Morales, I love you.” you begin to cry.

He’s waited years to hear you say those words again. This time he pulls you into a kiss.

“Please tell me this is real..please tell me I’m not dreaming” He rests his head against yours

“It’s real…this is real.” you sobbed. He pulled you tightly into a hug.

“Say it again..”

“This is re-”

“No, that you love me...I need to hear you say it again…please say it again” he desperately moans.

You giggle through your sobs “I love you, Frankie. You and only you. It’s always been you. I’ve tried so hard to deny and ignore my feelings for you since you came back into my life, but I can't keep pushing it away. I’m crazy about you. I want to be with you, spend the rest of my life with you... I’m yours, I’ve always and forever been yours, you have my heart.”

He sighed in relief, laughing. You giggled as well, as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry for everything, smiles. I really screwed us over all those years ago..”

“I know you are,” You say running your hands through the back of his hair.

“ and I forgive you, Frankie. The past is the past. We’re focusing on the present, right now, this very moment, we love each other, that's all that matters.”

“I love you so much, Smiles”

“And I love you”

“...So...You want a s'more?” He says as he continues to hold you in his arms.

You laugh looking up at him.

“Yes, I would love one.” You say planting a kiss him.

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