#in a way that puma is not - no matter how much i love her (and i really do love her!!!!)

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

RWBY Theory: Ruby Might Of Had Feeling For Penny...

[Note: Slight RWBY Volume 9 Spoilers...Also, Don’t Reblog Without Permission]  

this is just a theory, but thanks to RWBY Volume/Season 9, I believe it could be possibly true.

and the other half of the reason why Ruby had went off on Yang and Blake, besides the whole being upset that her feelings kept being pushed aside for more “important” matters...

is that Ruby might of felt jealous of the two, because they have something that she wished she could of had with Penny, but she doesn’t fully realize this yet.

Ruby taking the news of what happen to Penny, really hit her hard...

because we know that Penny had died before, but was lucky to be brought back....but Ruby knowing that Penny might never come back, had did more harm than good to her, that it caused her to faint.

Ruby might of had romantic feelings for Penny, but never truly realized it yet, but she could still view her as a good friend who she deeply cared about.

I can view that ship, as the nonbinary ship, because for all we know Penny could be viewed as a Nonbinary-Girl, and maybe Ruby could turn out to be a Nonbinary-Girl...

I do have a theory, that Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, might be a Nonbinary-Girl.

Vaggie being changed from being a Lesbian to Sapphic.

so it be interesting if it turn out that her girlfriend was a Nonbinary-Girl.

but it is okay if I turn out to be wrong about that theory.

it would seem that Weiss x Jaune is slowly going from Semi-Canon to fully canon, but who knows if Jaune will figure out that Weiss likes him now...

and she really REALLY seem to like his older self, which is it weird to view her kind of being a silver fox or puma chaser because of how she was into the more mature version of Jaune...?

if much older women can be called cougars, than why not call much older men, you know....pumas. XD

and yeah, we know the stupidity of how some have misinterpret Ruby’s emotional breakdown, like some thinking she is homophobic, when really she isn’t and she had been going through some much heavy and emotional feelings, and she felt like she had to put them aside and that they weren’t as important as trying to find a way back home or trying to help Jaune.

it’s good that things worked out in the end, and she was able to heal.

also if I turn out to be right about Ruby being in love with Penny, and by some miracle Penny comes back to life for a second time, and the two end up embracing and kissing, I’m gonna say this to the jerks who called Ruby homophobic and had misinterpreted her emotional breakdown when she couldn’t take holding in all her negative feelings anymore....

and that is “I told you so.” and the Penny x Ruby ship is canon.

I mean I might do that, but I’m not sure....but if it does turn out to be true, that Ruby is in love with Penny, and if Penny is brought back to life for a second time...? it would be the second time right...?

and if Penny ends up glomping Ruby and they share some laughing and crying, before they admit to each other they have feelings for each other, and then kiss....

then I guess that would be like accidentally predicting future canon...

just like Kris eating the whole pie from Deltarune, someone had accidentally predicted that, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my theory about Kris making a dark fountain in the library turned out to be true...

like Kris sneaking out and breaking into the library and opening up a dark fountain, and then as soon as they got home they ate all the pie.

I’m not going to stay what all happens in RWBY Volume 9...

but it is still nice that things worked out in the end...

if I have to guess about the RWBY and Justice League, is that it might take  place sometime after the events of Volume 9.

well if Penny isn’t brought back, then maybe Ruby could talk about her to Yang and Blake and how she had just realized in the Ever-After place, that she was in love with Penny, and finding out she is gone forever, had really was too much for her, which is why she had fainted.

what would be weird is if those brothers came back to remnant, and Ruby ending up forming a bond with the God of Darkness brother.

like either it being romantic or platonic, but it could start out as platonic and be like a platonic version of beauty and the beast.

it could be like DarkRose or GrimmRose....maybe DarkRose would be better.

but if it does turn out that Ruby ends up admitting that she was in love with Penny, but didn’t realize until much later...then I’m still going to say that I called it.

I do have a theory about Ozma from Rwby, and it being that the Light God didn’t really bring back Ozma to stop Salem, and it was more of like the clone or light half of him...or something like that.

and Oscar might be the true reincarnation of Ozma, and even the Ozma that the Dark God brought back, for Salem, could of turn out to not be the real Ozma, but a copy that wasn’t really him, but could of still had copies of his memories as well as his feelings for Salem.

and the Ozma that Light God had send back to the mortal realm, could of turn out to be the Ozma that his brother had created, and was still not really the original Ozma, but a copy.

and while Ozma II was moving through host body to host body for many centuries, having two souls in the same body...

not all of his host bodies, could of been the original Ozma’s soul, not even the one that was called Ozpin.

but as soon as he ended up sharing a body with Oscar, there might of been something different with his new host body.

Oscar is the more dominate one of his body, even if they could switch control.

but the reason why Oscar might be more dominate of his body, is because he is the true reincarnation of the Original Ozma’s soul, while the Ozma II that had become Ozpin, is just a clone and copy that was made by the Dark God, and was brought back into existence by his brother the Light God.

I’m Fan Headcanoning that theory.

not everyone has to agree to that theory, but it would make sense that Oscar is the true reincarnation of Ozma, and the Ozma that Salem had daughters with, turned out to be a copy that was created by the Dark God and then brought back into existence by the Light God....

also not everyone has to agree about the theory that Ruby might of fell in love with Penny, but I can’t help but believe it could possibly be true.

and it might be half the reason why she acted the way she did to Yang and Blake, that she was upset that she wont be able to have the same thing that they have because Penny is gone.

which I guess that would be a Semi-Canon Ship, that wasn’t fully realized until it was too late. plus I’m pretty sure there are some fans who ship those two.         

#rwby theory #ruby rose #penny polendina #ruby rose x penny polendina #rwby spoilers #do not reblog without permission #don't reblog

[lunamadrigal]

On the masterlist the Luna link under OCs doesn't work 😭

You ain't wrong and that's cause I've yet to share anything ahahaha We are way past the spoilery point of no return I fear. I suppose I'll say * spoiler warning * anyway 💁‍♀️

Where do we even start?

This story was built around the idea of "gifts" being a product of Pedro’s sacrifice (mind you I wrote this fic way back in January before any new q&a or source material existed so take this with a grain of salt) and within this universe the war that Alma and Pedro fled from continued outside, while they had the Encanto. So it became possible over time to receive your own gift if you were faced with something as severe as what Pedro went through.

Enter Luna.

Luna is Bruno's other half, his soulmate and through terrible fate was given her own gift, an equal part of his. The only connection they have to one another is through that shared magic. The events that led Bruno into isolation and cutting himself off from his own gift are what caused them to never find each other.

The rest is well.... Far too in depth to explain here tbh.

Luna is flawed in her own ways, in that she was burdened to lead her community and tends to take on far too much without Bruno to balance her. Her initial instinct is always to sacrifice herself for others and that can force Bruno to often take matters into his own hands, hide things from her etc.. which isn't the most healthy of ways to deal with things. It could be said she's a bit needy at times and requires a steady dose of attention to ease her own anxious mind. The most unique thing about their relationship is the bond they formed through their shared magic, allowing them to feel each other's emotions when they let their guard down and let each other in. It's both a comfort for them when they are separated to know the other is okay or if they are needed.

I like to think that by the end of their story Luna grew into someone that understood her role beside Bruno and within the community. She gives him lots of space when he needs it and vice versa. Bruno needed someone to push his boundaries in the most gentle of ways and sometimes unintentionally.

Perhaps the sweetest thing about them is how dearly they love their adopted boys, Benji and Mateo. How accepting Bruno had been from the beginning of them and never once questioned that they were a package deal (I don't think it ever crossed his mind cause they were hers, that's how he always viewed it).

Knowing Luna’s trauma it makes for an especially important message that family is who you make and choose and sometimes that does require a great deal of sacrifice.

Okay.... I've rambled quite a bit here now so let's put a pin in this for today 📌 haha

A bit of baby Diego and Benji in puma form for the soul by kler draws

#la luna encanto story #luna asks! #bruno my beloved #bruno headcanons #bruno madrigal #encanto oc #encanto fic #best dad bruno

[booksandwords]

Comeuppance Served Cold by Marion Deeds

Read time: 1 Day Rating: 5/5 Stars

The Quote: "I saw your name in the Star-Invocation this morning. Violet Solomon." "Mr Earnshaw's latest opinion piece." Violet said. "He must have been in a good mood. He only called me a 'dissolute temptress'. Last time it was 'vicious negress of dubious intelligence', although he didn't use my name that time." "He's quite the admirer." "Oh, yes." — Dolly White and Violet Solomon

Warnings: The author herself provides a list of warnings be aware in an author's note. "This book contains instances of patriarchal, racist, and ableist violence, both verbal and physical." It is a broad disclaimer but all relevant, for those who need it stated explicitly there is an attempted sexual assault.

Comeuppance Served Cold is an engaging and well-written heist story, starting at the end and it jumps through time following two women until it reaches the end again. This is a female lead story, the women call the shots, use their power and own their situations. There are two male characters aiding the women both are minorities, both are gay, one, Philippe is coloured (his words) and the other, Gabriel is blind. The antagonists are both male and as complex as they can be, everything is a matter of perspective. It is only a short book but it is divided up into three parts, Orphan (pp. 12-82), Grifter (pp. 84-134) and Changeling (pp. 132-187). There are of course meanings to these names, meanings that become apparent as you read and I won't spoil them here. But everything comes back to the prologue.

The two lead characters, the two who share the narration are Dolly White and Violet Solomon, a thief lady's companion and the owner of a speakeasy. Dolly is a woman of mystery, she shows herself as she feels she needs to for the moment. She is working an angle and knows how to get what she wants, what buttons to push, and how to present herself properly in a situation (I present to you Trevor the male escort). She has a repeated line... "Does that bother you?" "Few things bother me, and that's not one of them." (Gabriel and Dolly, p.113) Dolly is also a very accepting woman, though she does have lines. Violet is a savvy woman who wants nothing more than the head of the man who killed her husband, Pedro Avila y Lopez. That he tried to kill her brother and his love is secondary. That he nearly killed her is barely a blip on her radar. Knowing who killed Pedro is one thing, proving it is a whole other thing, let alone getting revenge. one way she has gone about getting some revenge is opening her speakeasy.

Other characters that should be noted. Philippe Solomon, is Violet's older brother and a shape-shifter. His animal is a swamp puma/ cougar. I appreciate the shifter lore, we see Philippe in his animal form and he is so much more animal than human when he is in that form. So few could get through to him, one of these is his love (and mate) blind tattooist Gabriel. Gabriel is handled with grace, I really like his character design and the lore around his tattoos. Gabe's eyesight loss comes with a story, it was a price paid in a magical deal with an infamous tool, his tattoo needles. Fiona is a smart enough creation. Her love story and complicity in all around her are endearing, it empowers her. I do kinda feel bad for Tony, Fiona's fiancee. It may have been hard for women but it must have been harder for queer men of status.

The plot is an unravelling of how Dolly got where she did. It is actually a fairly simple plot, if it was told in a linear manner it would be almost boring. But the way Deeds has chosen to wind details and players in makes it readable and engaging. The characters are used well and are diverse. The racism subplot doesn't feel out of place. What it is necessary to remember while reading is the time that the book is set in, 1929. Judge it in its time frame for bootlegging, racism and social structures. The writing is perfect for this time. It is all just so pretty and powerful. Not for everyone but I think those to whom the blurb appeals or who have an interest in the heist genre would probably appreciate it.

Finishing with my usual dump of quotes • "Miss White, I must warn you off my brother." "Fiona!" Francis straightened up. Honestly! Miss White may be poor. That's no reason to treat her like a gold digger!" "My warning is for her," — (Fiona and Francis, p.22) Francis is a creep. And his ability to veil himself in shadows makes it so, so worse. nuf said. Daddy dearest's enabling, saying he is just playing is patriarchal bull***t. • "We're going nowhere. Once you're out of here, they'll leave us alone." Pedro lowered his gaze "You can't count on that. They aren't like us, these northern gangsters, they have no honor." "Honor, you? You won't even marry my girl!" Mama pointed at him. "You, Pedro Avila y Lopez, I curse you, your child" "Mama, no!" Violet said. — (Camille, Pedro and Violet, pp.42-43) I wanted to mention Camille Soloman, Philippe and Violet's mother. There is a story here but I love the one scene we see of her. There is nothing as intimidating as a pissed-off mother of colour. Their Aunt Lily is just as brilliant with the line. "Don't you 'Tia Lily' me, you hooligan! What have you brought down on us?" (Lily, p.42). • Every society wife knew about this shop or one like it. Sometimes even wealthy families fell on hard times, and sometimes last year's clothes were not given to servants but taken and sold to someone whose watchword was discretion. Sometimes the family fortune was intact but a society wife or daughter had a bootlegger to pay off, an important medical potion to procure, or a special friend to keep in jeweled cuff links and fine shoes. — (Dolly, p.85) There is something timeless and feministic about this. The recognition that women take lovers as well and will, of course, make sacrifices for them and abortions would be necessary. • "I... Fiona is like a daughter to me. If you harm her..." "Yes, I know how much your set values its daughters. Fiona will be unharmed." — (Mr. Lester and Dolly, p.108) I know it's not how it was meant to be read but I read this with such disdain. Dolly honestly doesn't intend on hurting Fiona. But the high social set in this canon does not respect their daughters as anything other than political pawns. • The bartender stared in her direction as she walked back to the bar, but he wasn't watching her, he was watching Gabe. Whatever the tattooist felt for him, it was reciprocated. Dancing on the edge of a volcano, those two. — (Dolly, p.113) I love this mostly for the last line, dancing on the edge of a volcano. It is such a brilliant way to describe blinding, undeniable chemistry.

#lgbtq #book review #marion deeds #paranormal #tw attempted sa #tw violence #tw ableism #tw racism #novella #ktreviews #read 2022 #comeuppance served cold

[zenosanalytic]

Reply-Reply to Purified-Zone: We Need to Talk about Nepeta

ok so, for context, this question is in response to This Post about the Puma Sisters which applies the sort of absurdist fantasy naturalism popularized by the clown-breeding meme to Catgirls.

I didn’t tag that Nepeta because I think Nepeta is a fundamentally DIFFERENT take on Catgirls, one that is both more and less mature.

How less? Well in Homestuck, after Murderstuck and Cascade, Nepeta is generally treated as a joke character and a way to needle fans, and even before then there was always an undercurrent of her being used to comment on catgirls&fangirls as an internet&fandom type.

How more? Bc in subverting the common image of catgirls and fangirls, she makes the point that tropes dont define ppl, ppl define themselves. Catgirls tend to be paper tigers or glass cannons, and she canonically hunts and kills Alternian predators with just a set of clawgloves for fun(and also skins and prepares their hides for wearing, which is a HUGE undertaking so basic to her she barely mentions it). Catgirl fashion practically defines anime fetishwear, and yet she dresses(aside from the peltcap) like an oldschool goth in oversized trenchcoat, slacks, and a nice, practical belt. Catgirls tend to be oversexed and sexually aggressive while she’s shy, retiring, thoughtful, and her only canonical romance is a moirallegiance. Most stories dealing in catgirls never really give you a look at their interiority, typically present them as fairly surface-level, what-you-see-is-what-you-get type characters, and Homestuck certainly doesnt give her as much time as she deserves but right off the bat Nepeta is a roleplayer; she’s a person whose central hobby is pretending to be someone else.  She’s someone we don’t get to see or hear much of and which many of the characters don’t seem to take seriously and yet, as we can see in the convos we DO get and from her shipping wall, she’s one of the deepest thinkers in the cast. She IS a catgirl, but she’s also all this stuff which media with catgirls, and general internet-consensus at the time HS started, would tell you catgirls cant be, and there is no contradiction in that bc the ‘contradiction’ only lives in your head, not reality.

There is a compelling irony in Nepeta, the catgirl, a stock-character who is trophically oversexed and shallow, being shy and thoughtful; a shipper, a stock-character who is trophically driven by enthusiasm, being interested in relationships As A Technical matter; a joke character meant to be disposable being one of the most sincere, and loving, and deeply loved and mourned, characters in the story. And I won’t ignore that, also, her ships are just accurate and good; she knows who will work well together and who won’t; she handles her pain in healthy ways and gives ppl good advice about handling theirs. Nepeta is overlooked and dismissed, by both her peers and the narrative(in the same way fangirls, the foundation of modern fandom, were long overlooked and dismissed before being awarded a FLIPPING HUGO for Ao3), and yet she’s generally one of more insightful voices ON psychological and relationship issues in a story where ppl listening to someone with insight about those things probably would have been super-helpful. Whether intended or not, Nepeta ends up being a commentary on fandom itself in the late 00s and 10s, and an emblem of it today, when we are all catgirls uwu

#purified zone #Homestuck #Nepeta Leijon #Homestuck Analysis #reply replies

[todomochi-uwu]

Of Unspoken Troubles & New Threats (2.5/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst, and pls don’t kill me

Author’s Notes: Some of yall are going to be real pissed off and I can feel it in the back of my mind, but I didn’t want to cut it out, I wanted to build up the tension to the maximum! Don’t worry, tomorrow the next and FINALE part will be published, for now enjoy this. (I had already published this, but it wasn’t showing in the tags, and I’m about to cry)

“Take it, not so much of a threat, but as a warning.”

Previous parts: First Second

Since the very first second Ushijima had noticed the sudden raising friendship between you and the Nekoma captain lots of ill-mannered thoughts had started forming in the back of his head. Like, what would happen if he were to spike right into Kuroo’s head when he turned around? Or would it affect much his opponent’s game if he were to, I don’t know, break every single one of his fingers? Fumes seemed to come out of his ears, his spikes were harder than ever, his voice became even lower and the pressure he was putting on his team was becoming a little too excessive.

“What the fuck is up with Ushijima?” Semi said, hand on his knees, barely being able to breathe. 

Reon sat on the floor, trying to stabilize himself, “That’s what I want to know, what has got him like this? None of these teams is a threat to us.”

Tendou let out a giggle while throwing his head back in exhaustion, “It appears manager-chan has stroked a nerve in our dear miracle boy.”

“What do you mean?” Shirabu said while trying to crack his spine without causing even more damage.

“Look over there.” The red-haired man pointed to the other side of the gym, where you sat analyzing some of the game plans and notes you had made, while Kuroo sat next to you, chin resting on top of your head, casually caressing your back.

Goshiki furrowed his eyebrows, “What is Nekoma’s captain doing with our manager?”

“I didn’t know they were that close.” Tendou said, “But this new ship seems to be stressing the fuck out of our captain, the poor boy doesn’t know how to react to jealousy, I don’t think he has ever experienced it before, at least not to this extent.”

“Wait! Ushijima san likes Y/N-chan?” Goshiki looked wildered, expressing himself louder than he should. 

“Shh, man keep it low! We don’t want lover boy hearing us!” Shirabu smacked the back of the next inline ace.

“So, what’s the plan? Are we going to help them out? Like get them together or something?”

“Nope.” Tendou simply said. 

Everyone looked at him confused, did he not want Ushijima to go back to normal? “Don’t get me wrong, all this training is killing me, but I think our ace needs to learn how to take care of his significant other, to know Y/N has a limit no matter how much they love him.”

Goshiki eyes widened in shock, “Wait, wait, wait so they are already…” The harsh smack of a ball made them all turn around, Ushijima was there looking directly at them, the stern look in his face said everything.

“God fucking dammit, I hope all of this is worth it,” Semi said under his breath, everyone agreeing with him in his mind.

Things hadn’t gotten any better, every hour Ushijima only seemed to be getting worse, more laps, more blocks, more sets, it wasn’t until the sound of a whistle was heard all across the room that the entire team sighed in relief.

-

“Hey, boys! Good job today, I think we have improved, I don’t have any commentaries other than to tell you to please enjoy your meal and rest well, you guys deserve it.” You smiled with sympathy, by the looks in their faces they were about to pass out. Oh Ushijima, what in the hell are you doing? You thought. 

As they started scattering around and leaving the gym you noticed that Ushijima was not going with them, “Do you need anything, Ushijima-san?”

“Are we meeting outside at midnight?” He said. 

Your eyes lighted up for a second, butterflies flying in your stomach, but the reality was quick to hit you and bring you back to earth, “I don’t have any notes for you to revise, the boys did well today, nothing left for me to say, so no.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m not talking about that.”

“Then why would we meet later? There’s nothing for us to discuss.” You grabbed your things, making sure not to leave anything behind.

“Y/N…” He attempted to stop you.

“Ushijima-san, I highly suggest you going to the cafeteria, you need to recover, they are serving rice and curry today.” You gave him a slight smile.

“Y/N…” He tried again, but this time, someone else entered the scene, interrupting him, “Chibi-chan…” His tone was melodic. 

“Kuroo-san.” You greeted him.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were busy.” He said, in faux innocence. “I can come back if you want.” 

“No, I was just telling Ushijima we were done with today’s work.” You said rushing out the door, no looking back.

Kuroo could only follow you. 

-

The night was restless, Ushijima kept turning and squirming, anxiety was now invading his dreams, trembles ran down his body, his breathing was agitated and his heart running down miles per hour, his thoughts could not be appeased and he didn’t know what to do. The idea of you leaving him would not abandon his mind; seeing you with another man, laughing, smiling, had taken a toll on him; and to top it all you had rejected him. His mouth was dry and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking, maybe a quick trip to the bathroom would help him calm down. 

As quiet as possible, he opened the door, hoping to control his anxiety, only to be met with something that only made him even more nervous. You and Kuroo. In front of the manager’s room, talking quietly but so closely, the sole scene made him want to gag. He stared at you for a couple of minutes before Kuroo finally left you to go inside, and made his way down the hall, to meet with Ushijima.

“Hey Ushiwaka, didn’t see you there, it’s kind of late, go to sleep you must be tired.” The smirk on Kuroo’s face was like a slap in the face to the other captain.

“That manager of yours sure is a hard worker.” Kuroo said, staring directly into the ace’s eyes, “Must be nice to have her, it would be such… a shame if someone were to steal her away, right?” Kuroo said, his tone was dangerous, his words dripped in venom.

Ushijima could only glare at him, no words came out of his mouth.

“Take it, not so much of a threat, but as a warning.” With that, Kuroo left.

-

The same thing was repeating the next day, no matter how sore Ushijima’s muscles felt, he wasn’t planning on stopping. His head wouldn’t stop repeating last night’s scene. You and Kuroo. Kuroo and you. Late night. Close. Together. It was getting under his skin and he didn´t know how to deal with it, not when you were distancing yourself from him.

“Ushijima I think you should talk to her, this isn’t healthy.” Tendou knows he kind of deserves it, but he couldn’t help but worry for him.

Ushijima didn´t know what to say, “I tried, she rejected me.”

“Make an effort, follow her around just like she always does, you can´t expect her to forgive you if you don´t even try.” Tendou nudged him, trying to cheer him.

Ushijima sighed, conflicted, he knew he had done you wrong, but he wasn’t aware of how bad he had fucked up until now. He was sorry, there was no doubt, but he didn’t know how to express it. 

-

“Gather round boys!” You called out for the team, “For today’s schedule you will be going against, mmm let me check… Oh, Nekoma.” And to this, the entire team had tensed up, even more, fuck, this was going to be a very bad idea.

Nekoma approached, gathering up and stretching out before the “friendly” match, checking out the system they were going to follow throughout the game. Kuroo jogged to your side.

“Should I expect your captain to go all out?” He said.

“Please tell them to be careful, Ushijima is so tense, just as the rest of the boys, so be careful.” 

“You sound like you think I’m not capable of blocking out his spikes.” He teased.

“Kuroo.” You warned him.

“I know, I know.” He cracked the back of his head, “Okay, let the match begin.”

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[frenchtipacrylics]

An In-depth Guide to My Personal Style

the idea to document my entire clothing style was inspired by the @dreamgrlarchive​ post detailing her personal style here, and the @angeldiscovery​ post about building confidence that mentions a few journaling prompts here!

minimalistic & edgy

my version of a capsule wardrobe, a style based around essentials and basics but with an edgier twist

key colors: black, white, burgundy, rust orange, various shades of brown, earth tones, olive green

key prints: snake, leopard, croc

key textures: vinyl, leather, silk/satin, mesh, rips/tears, lace, denim

key silhouettes: high neck/turtlenecks, tight pencil miniskirts, flare pants, corsets and bustiers, cowl necks, bodycon, combat boots, lingerie as outerwear, baggy pants

soft glam makeup. all matte, 90’s inspired, only shades of brown. sultry eye looks, smokey eyes, maybe some tightlining. contour, defined cupid’s bow, brown lipstick and (optional) gloss, brow pomade, very bright under eye highlight, cat eye falsies, everything applied to make my face look more angular

minimalist jewelry. stud earrings or small hoops, a few rings, and a necklace

inspo: sofia richie, rihanna’s “edgy” style, zoe kravitz, bella hadid, kelly stamps, 90’s victoria beckham, the typical “model off duty” style, fka twigs, lori harvey

key stores & brands: fashionnova, h&m, prettylittlething, zara, yesstyle, missguided, revolve, misspap, peppermayo, honeybum, topshop, aritzia, asos, sorella

my go-to day to day look

girly & romantic

very girly and cute, fairy-esque, my ideal way to express my femininity. easy to dress up or down 

key colors: sage green, true red, mustard yellow, orange, warm toned cream white

key prints: floral, plaid, small polka dots, gingham

key textures: ruching, silk/satin, fuzz, pearls, rhinestones, ruffled detailing, lace

key silhouettes: wrap dresses and skirts, slip dresses, puff sleeves, bardot necklines, slits, tie-front crop tops, high waisted bottoms, dresses that are cinched in at the waist, cute socks with heels, chunky sweaters, bow detailing, cardigans as tops, silk hair accessories, matching sets

full glam makeup. more shades of pink, peach, and coral. brow pencils, wispy/fluffy false lashes, nose highlight, overlined glossy lips, pink lip gloss, shimmery or glittery eye makeup, bronzer instead of contour, draped blush, bright inner corner highlight, feathery brows that are a shade or two lighter than my hair color, rounded lip shape

a lot more jewelry. hoops and a stud, sometimes double hoops and a stud (my ears are pierced three times), bracelets, layered necklaces, and multiple rings

inspo: cottagecore, gershona annor, alissa janay, francesca omorogbe, ange josé, destiny joseph, _cinnamonro11_ 

key stores & brands: princesspolly, prettylittlething, & other stories, for love and lemons, nastygal, shein, reformation, forever21, peppermayo, brandy melville, misslola, h&m

i wear this style to picnics, art museums, botanical gardens, and other more laidback dates

laidback & casual

dressing down, cute but still comfortable and effortless

key colors: burgundy, black, white, true green, various shades of pink, olive green

key textures: knits, silk/satin, velour, wearable towel

key silhouettes: chunky matching tracksuits, baggy jeans, cami tops, long cardigans, midi dresses, athleisure, tennis shoes, sweater/sweatshirt dresses, jumpsuits, slides, crossbody bags, matching silk pajamas, chic sandals, oversized hoodies

faux “natural” makeup. no eyeshadow, just winged eyeliner, bronzer, brown lip liner and clear gloss, much more focus on the base makeup, inner corner highlight, nose highlight, brow gel, half lashes or individuals, drawing in my beauty marks, cream blush

not too much jewelry. hoops, rings, a necklace, my apple watch, and a bracelet

inspo: karrueche, rihanna, gigi hadid, princess diana, zendaya, kehlani, the classic celebrity airport/streetwear outfit

key stores & brands: nike, adidas, puma, honeybum, fashionnova, ugg australia, meshki, pink, depop, urban outfitters, aerie, missguided

how i dress when going to campus, running errands, taking the train, when i just don’t feel like putting an outfit together, or when comfort matters more than appearance

#fashion #makeup #style guide #my posts

[jazzywazzy89]

From the prompt list: 7 & 148

Pairing: since you've got them seared in my mind, Bonnie and Finn.

Bonnie and Finn! I was hoping someone would do this and yes I am happy it was you! Okay, this one took a little longer because the second prompt threw me off a bit for this one but @nys30 this one is for you!

7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

The first time Bonnie saw him was when he was still inside of his coffin. Stefan summoned her to the basement of the witch house where he had Klaus's family hidden away. While Stefan's focus was on the coffin that couldn't be opened, Bonnie had been drawn to Finn's coffin.

Because of his attire, Bonnie could tell he had been daggered the longest.

"Why do you think Klaus kept him locked up so long?" Bonnie asked.

"Maybe he was the most boring." Stefan shrugged.

"Or the biggest threat," Bonnie countered.

Stefan had raised an eyebrow. "You're thinking we should wake him up."

Bonnie nodded. "We can't get to the threat to Klaus that you think is in the sealed coffin. So, we may as well work with the threat I think is accessible."

Bonnie was the one to wake him. Stumbling as she pulled the dagger out, her body splaying across the coffin. Her lips landing on his lips. His eyes fluttered open as she pulled away in some twisted mockery of a fairy tale.

Bonnie tried hard not to think about the kiss once Finn was awake. Awake and talking, and smirking, and sauntering around all poise, swagger, and grace.

Klaus was unsettled to see him. Tried to play it off. But his words soon gave him away. "You think him graceful now? Beautiful even. But so is a puma before it pounces on its prey."

Bonnie ignored the warning. Helped Finn get properly attired. Introduced him to the new world. Invited him into her home. Kissed him again when he fell asleep on her couch, this time her lips lingering.

He talked like poetry. Like the long dead. But he took to the modern world quickly. Learned to drive. Soaked up knowledge without much effort. Began to out maneuver Klaus within a few days. Stefan became cautious.

"He's on our side," Bonnie pointed out.

"Let's hope he stays that way."

Bonnie was so focused on taking Klaus down, she didn't realize she'd become Finn's prey until it was too late. Until after the bodies began to pile up. Clean kills. Ruthless. Efficient. Never bloodied. Some human. Some hybrid. "Human's for survival. Hybrids for the fun." Finn told her, the barest hint of a grin on his face.

She asked him to try blood bags. Leave the humans be at least. He refused. Hated what he was but loved the taste of blood. "One of the only perks of this existence." He enjoyed it from the vein. They came to a compromise that Bonnie had no idea how he managed to talk her into. He'd stick with the blood bags only if she'd indulge him at times. Give chase. Let him hunt her down and drink from her veins when he was in the mood for a kill. Play martyr for the humans of the town. She was used to the role and so she agreed.

They ran through the woods. Played hide and seek. He taught her tricks to try. Spells that would make her a harder catch. "Nothing that comes easy is ever fun, love."

He always won out in the end. No matter how well matched she was for him. No matter what spell he taught her from the pages of her grimoires. "You martyr yourself out far too easy, darling," he'd say before sinking his fangs in for a taste. A clean bite. Controlled. No dribble. No mess. Just the hint of pain. "Waste not. Want not."

Bonnie didn't realize what his game was until after he managed to strap Klaus down and Bonnie witnessed the torture. A play on some ancient form of bloodletting. Klaus suspended upside down his wrists slit and the wounds kept open as he bled and bled. A whip laced with some odd concoction made of wolfsbane and vervain that somehow manages to burn Klaus' skin used to create more wounds and lashes.

"What the hell is this?" Bonnie asked.

"You wanted to know if he had any hybrids in hiding," Finn said, his tone too calm, "Ones we haven't disposed of yet. I'm simply getting the information you desire."

It shouldn't have mattered to her because it was Klaus. The villain. The monster under the bed. But there was something unsettling about Finn being so effectively and effortlessly able to tame a beast. Having power over it. Being so calm and confident that it wouldn't bite even as he extracted its fangs.

She had begun to wonder what would happen if Finn turned. If he decided that he too, wanted to be the villain.

Then came the night in the woods when the hunt got too real. When he gave chase her fear became a living thing. Less playful. More palpable. Everyone's warnings ringing in her head.

"If Klaus had him locked up, it was for a reason." Damon had said.

"Are you sure he can be trusted?" Elena had asked.

Bonnie had had an answer for it all. What did they have to lose? She asked them. Hadn't they trusted Elijah, why not Finn?

The realization of the error of her ways came much too late. It came after the puma pounced. She found herself pinned to the ground, her body trapped between Finn and the earth. Finn's fangs at the ready.

"You look scared, my dear." He said.

"Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy."

"They're not wrong." He laughed.

"Then why didn't I listen?" She asked.

"You have darkness inside of you as well, darling, you just like to close your eyes to it. To your desire for it."

Bonnie sucked in a breath. "What makes you think I desire it at all?"

He answered her question with a question. "Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?"

Because he was cold and calculating. Because he frightened her. Because he was right. She desired the darkness. How could she not if she desired him? "Because you already see too much when you're awake."

"When you've been around as long as I have, Miss Bennett, nothing gets past you sleeping or awake."

He kissed her then. His tongue invading her mouth, the tips of his fangs drawing blood from her tongue. As Bonnie wrapped her arms around him, no matter how badly she wanted to, she couldn't close her eyes.

#bonnie bennett #finn mikaelson #bonnie x finn #asks #responses #drabbles #fanfic #drabble challenge #i love him your honor

[outpastthemoat]

ooooooh I would LOVE a preview of the one about qui gon’s sentient plants and obi-wan’s probation or a ba sing se ficlet about iroh and zuko living in the lower ring

ahhh thank you!!! how about both??

It touches Qui-Gon to see the way his plants respond so eagerly to the boy. Tendrils of a pale green vine catch on his hair as he walks by, so that Obi-Wan must stop and untangle them from his hair and braid.

Obi-Wan is strong in the living Force, though he does not realize that about himself, Qui-Gon realizes.

“It’s so nice here,” Obi-Wan says. “It’s the nicest place I’ve ever been.” A pang goes through him. He has been so unwelcoming to this boy.

I meant to bring him here, Qui-Gon thinks. Before Melida/Daan. I was going to come home with my new padawan. I was already considering the looks I would get walking down the halls with the new apprentice I said I’d never take.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He’s here now. That is what matters.

It is clear that his plants agree. By the end of the tea, the yarba vine has inched up Obi-Wan’s leg and woven through his layers of tunics. A leaf can be seen creeping out of his sleeve.

“I think they like me,” Obi-Wan says.

“I think so, too,” Qui-Gon agrees.

~

Zuko is too much boy for the tenement where they have rented rooms. His heavy footsteps stomp through their small set of rooms, occasionally putting cracks in the floorboards and tearing the rice paper screen when he slams the door. His voice is too loud for such a crowded place, disturbing the slumber of the infant in the room next door and prompting the neighbor downstairs to rap the ceiling sharply with her broom.

He is a rough boy, Iroh thinks once again, rough from too much time spent with sailors and soldiers, always impulsive and hotheaded, with a repertoire of curses that has the mothers of their tenement ushering their children away from Zuko when he approaches.

But Zuko can patiently sit on the tenement stairs, untangling a stray pygmy puma caught in a twisted length of rope, even though he curses and grumbles and gets his hand bitten for his trouble.

“Ungrateful wretch,” Zuko screams after the puma, and stomps back up the flight of stairs. “It bit me!”

His hand gets infected and for days Zuko keeps it wrapped up in a bandage under the sleeve of his tunics, but he never complains, not once.

#outpastthemoat fics #jedi apprentice #atla

[peach-the-owl]

Of a Kind Sol

Pumat Sol & Child!Reader

Request: Our favourite enchanter Pumat Sol and his arcane copies because who doesn't love them? Only crazy people. So a kid, maybe into their teens, coming into the shop and asking to learn from him how to enchant stuff and become his apprentice and later on he finds out they have nobody.

Child is a bit of a loose term for this because the reader is about 12-13 years old. I regret nothing, anyways enjoy! 😁

The Invulnerable Vagrant a humble little shop located in the city of Zadash, you walk up to the shop, adjust your cloths to look a little more presentable and take a deep breath before making your way inside. The first thing you notice upon your entry is the two identical employees walking around stocking up items and rearranging them, the third one manning the counter also looked the exact same, it was almost intimidating.

"Well hey there, what can I do for a youngin' like yourself today?" The firbolg at the counter asks kindly.

"Umm, h-hello, my name's (y/n)." You say a little shakily holding out your hand, the firbolg returns the handshake.

"A pleasure to meet you (y/n), I am Enchanter Pumat Sol." He greets you back.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you too. Uhh… well… I had a question I’d like to ask." You put on as confident a smile as you could muster.

"And I’d be happy to answer any questions you have, respectfully. What’s your question." He gives you a patient look. You take another deep breath to psych yourself up.

"I was wondering if you were looking for anyone to help with the shop? I’m really interested in learning about enchantment." You give him a hopeful look, he leans back placing a hand on his chin in thought before looking at you again.

"So you’re interested in enchantment eh? Well that’s a question I’ll have to talk to Pumat prime about."

"Pumat prime?" You give a questioning look.

"Yes, you see myself and the other two over there," he points to the other firbolgs running around. "We're what you’d call magical manifestations created to aid the original in his work." He explains to you.

"So you're not the real Pumat Sol, just a copy to help around the shop?" You try to hide the nervousness in your voice at the revelation.

"More or less. Now you wait here just a moment, I’ll be right back." With that he gets up and disappears behind a curtain leaving you to stand there, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. After a minute he returns with who you’d assume to be the original Pumat Sol, who removes his goggles to get a better look at you.

"So you’re interested in enchantment I hear?" He asks same question as the other had.

"I am, I’ve always been interested in the ways of enchantment but I’ve never really been able to learn it for myself." You brighten up.

"Well…" he thinks for a moment, "that is, respectfully, a fine offer. I already have a lot of hands helping with the shop though." You start to deflate a little. "However, it would be nice having someone else helping me with enchantments." You perk up again.

"So I have the job?" You ask eagerly.

"As long as it’s alright with your parents-"

"Yes! Yes, of course it is." You quickly lie, cutting him off. He stares at you but smiles regardless.

"Well alrighty then, we can get started right now if you'd like, respectfully." You just nod. "Keep up the good work me." He tells the copies before he takes you back behind the curtain to his little workshop area to start your training.

For the next few weeks you’d come to the shop bright and early to learn and hone in on your enchantment skills, which you pick up on rather quickly, helping with projects and making a few small items of your own, at the end of the day you’d get your share of money and head "home" to start the day anew tomorrow. You even got your own work apron and pair of goggles. To make things easier on yourself working with four of the same guy you gave the arcane copies nicknames, Matty, Sol, and Puma respectfully, they all seemed to like the little nicknames from you so that was how you’d refer to them from then on. How could you tell who was who? Simple, you made little enchanted name tags with the help of Pumat. One day a set of new adventurers hobbled into the shop, you only being made aware of this when Matty came into the workshop with a request for something to be made prettier.

"Do you wanna handle this one (y/n)?" Pumat asks.

"Me? Really!" Your eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Why not, you’ve made great progress and it’s good practice." You get up and follow Matty through the curtain where you see the previously mentioned adventurers. They all take quick notice of you.

"Hold on a moment. Didn’t you say the forth one's in the back?" The half-orc questions.

"I'm actually his apprentice." You say with a large, proud smile. You see the red-head give an amused side look but decide to ignore it. "Anyways, I was called to make something pretty?"

"Yes!" The blue tiefling pipes in, showing the Fantastic Haversack. "See I’m going to be wearing it and I want it to match my outfit…" While she’s say all this you try to think of what to do, coming to a rather quick and obvious solution.

"What’s your favourite colour?" You ask.

"Pink!" She replies, without missing a beat. You wave your hands around, muttering a few arcane words and watch the bag simmer turning a bright pink. "Ahhh! It’s beautiful! 200 gold, here you go." The tiefling happily exclaims, handing you a bag of gold.

"You’re welcome miss…" You pause realizing you didn’t know her name, she catches on.

"I’m Jester." She greets properly.

"I’m (y/n). Nice meeting you Jester." You greet back. "Keep up the good work Pumats." You then turn to retreat back behind the curtain with a few "thank you's" and make your way back into the workshop.

"Hey uh (y/n), one more thing, you got a request for more of those little explosive spikes you made from a little goblin girl." Puma pokes his head into the workshop to inform you.

"Wait, someone actually wants more of those? But they aren’t very strong." You were surprised anyone was interested in something you made seeing as all the bigger and cooler enchantments were Pumat's doing.

"They said something about them being perfect for arrows." Puma explains.

"Oh! Umm, ok. How many are they asking for?"

"Fifty."

"Fifty! Wow, I got a lot of work to do then, it’s gonna take me a while. Thanks Puma." You give him a smile that he returns then leaves to help finish up with the costumers.

Some time went by, you continued your usual routine showing up early, working throughout the day and carefully returning "home" with a nice bag of coin for meals, all was well… until it wasn’t. One evening you were a little too confident in yourself and got a little careless, not checking for any thugs or muggers while turning down an alleyway like you usually do. You were just walking along merrily when you bumped into someone.

"Well, well. That sure sounds like a awful lot of coin for a street rat." A rather stocky dwarven man chuckles darkly. You take a few steps back towards where you’d entered but stop when you hear someone approach from behind, a tall lanky man blocked your exit pulling out a dagger. You started to panic, as much as you’d like to cast something to aid yourself, you left your spellbook and components for said spells back at the shop leaving you defenceless. You tried to dart past the dwarf hoping to loose the two further into the alleyway, what you didn’t count on was the dwarf to be nimbler then he appeared. You’re grabbed by the collar of your shirt and slammed against a wall, effectively knocking the air out of you and before you can push yourself up off the ground you feel a harsh kick to your side and a sharp pain in your arm. You try to scream for help but again before you can react your head is slammed hard against the ground leaving your vision blurry before completely blacking out…

You awaken with a feeling of slitting pain in your head and your entire body aching, slowly pushing yourself off the ground into a sitting position proving to even be a difficult task. Once you get a better look at yourself you can see a few cuts on your arms from the dagger the lanky man had used and you were covered in bruises, you reach a hand up to where your head was throbbing the most only to flinch away from the intense pain. You stare at your hand seeing it covered in your own blood, taking proper note that you were in fact surrounded by a small puddle of your own blood. You were surprised you even managed to regain consciousness, regardless your vision was still blurry and you needed medical attention, soon. You didn’t have any coin or items on you anymore leaving only one location for you to get help, a part of you dreading the idea but deep down you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d have to deal with the consequences of telling the truth. Shakily you get yourself to stand and hobble your way out of the alleyway towards your destination, looking to the sky you could estimate that it must’ve been close to late morning, early afternoon by now. You approach the door and with what little strength you had left you open the door and stumble into the shop.

"Welcome to the Invulnerable- Oh my goodness! (Y/n), what happened!?" You teeter and before you fall to the ground you feel a set of gentle hands catch you, then a second set of hands help to bring you to the back. After a few minutes your able to regain your focus back, seeing Matty and Sol on either side of you both with identically concerned looks on their faces.

"Here you are, this'll help fix you up." Sol hands you a greater healing potion which you waste no time in using to help ease away the lingering pain and get rid of bruises that weren’t covered by bandages. At this time Pumat walks in and gives a small nod to the other two.

"I’ll take it from here fellas." He tells them. They get up, Matty giving you one more gentle pat on the shoulder, and head back to the front leaving you alone with Pumat. "Care to tell me what happened?" He starts slowly and calmly.

"I umm, got mugged by some dwarf and lanky man in an alleyway." You say quietly.

"Now why were you in an alleyway so late, you should’ve been home with your parents." You let out a sad sigh and turn away from him a little. "(Y/n)?" You stay quiet but give a quick side glance. "I think I deserve an explanation here." He uses a more stern voice this time making you look over at him, despite the tone you could see genuine worry written on his face.

"I-I lied about my parents agreeing to this, because the truth is I don’t have any. I was left here all alone a few years ago, nobody came for me and I was forced to live on the streets. I meant to say something sooner, but I was scared…" You trail off a bit, feeling tears prick at the edges of your eyes.

"What could you be scared of, if you don’t mind me asking."

"I was scared you wouldn’t accept a dirty street rat. For so long I wanted to belong somewhere, but I was always turned away. I thought if I lied about myself you would accept me as an apprentice, but I wasn’t lying about learning enchantment I really do like it. I just didn’t want to be turned away again." By now you were sobbing, a stream of tears flowing down your face, your eyes turning red and puffy in the process. "I don’t want to be turned away again, please don’t be mad." You finish quietly through your sobs. There’s a pause before you feel yourself being pulled into a gentle, comforting hug. You stay in the hug for who knows and who cares how long until you finally pull away.

"Believe it or not, but I get it. I didn’t really fit in when I was about your age either." Pumat confesses, you look at him confused and he just gives you a kind smile. "I mean, do you see any other firbolgs that live here. I think not." You give a small giggle at that. "Now why don’t you take the rest of the day off, head on upstairs and get yourself some rest, you can use my room for now. I can handle myself just fine."

"Really? You’re sure it’s ok?" You give a curious look.

"It’s fine, I’ll get one of the others to help clear out our spare room for you to stay in later." You blink a couple of times to process what was just said.

"Wait, stay in? Like, live here?" You ask, wanting to know if you’d heard correctly or if you were hallucinating.

"Well of course! I can’t have my favourite apprentice sleeping in the streets, I’d worry too much knowing you might get mugged again or worse. It's real bad for the health." He states sorta matter-of-factly. You break out into a large smile at this.

"That is, respectfully, a very generous offer." You say with a playful bow. "Thank you. For everything." You continue more seriously this time.

"It is my humble pleasure." He gives you a nod. "Now go on, you need to rest and recover." You give him one more hug which he happily returns before heading up for that much needed rest.

I stayed up way later then I thought to finish this…… worth it

#critical role #critical role & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #pumat sol #pumat sol & reader #npc appreciation month #nothing romantic here

[bisluthq]

A letter from Nat

25.7.21

Allow me to introduce a character, who will be known in these parts as Zombie Man.

Zombie Man got his name because when he first came to make my acquaintance he acted like a zombie. We had to ask the doctors for his name because he would stroll around - shuffle around rather - with his eyes mostly closed and drool leaking out his mouth. He would speak only to bum cigarettes, which one would have to lie for him, and the ash from which would inevitably burn holes in his pants, which appear to be his only pants (to be fair that’s in part a self drag because lots of my fellow patients are overawed by the range of “I mentally ill but make it cute in a practical way” ‘fits I have).

Still, Zombie Man’s Pants are the catalyst for today’s topic, so bear with me. They are green, turquoise + White checks, and have cigarette holes from his full zombification era (for the record, his zombie origin story was smoking some PCP mixed with amphetamines).

He speaks now, the semantic meaning is not an established strength.

Back to the pants. Yesterday he was skulking around, on the prowl to find a dummy to bum a cig off (me. He found me.) when the elastic in these storied green pants began to give way. He was not wearing underwear. Soon, half of Zombie Man’s bare ass was in my direct line of vision.

“My dude, pull your pants up or I won’t give you a ciggie next time,” I said. “What?” (He’s not hot with making much semantic sense, nor is listening for meaning a huge victory these days). “I said pull your pants up, man.” “Because you’re a lesbian?” Zombie Man blinked, confused. A male clinic friend of mine chimed in, “no because we don’t want to see your ass and we can guarantee none of the girls want to see your ass.” A lewd-leaning friend added, “She could eat dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner, fucking can’t get enough and still would not appreciate your naked ass.”

Why have I brought this anecdote up? Because it inspired me to want to discuss the topic I usually fucking hate: labels..

Because to a large portion of hetty people I meet I…am quite self-evidently a lesbian. I am interested in women. I have a girlfriend + ex-girlfriends. I did this neuropsych EEG test for libido (symptom of depression obvi, mine is doing fine) and I showed up as 100% gay. I had 0 neuron response to male porn stars but it was the 4th of July when I saw tits. So to that doctor, like, in also a lesbian. Now, is it relevant that they didn’t include a picture of Josh O’Connor and it was just beefcake hottie types? Honestly, not really, because as I said - to people out in the world that I talk to, in hella gay. It’s only inside the queer community that I’m regularly not gay enough.

And it’s occurred to me that it is respectability politics under a Scooby Doo villain disguise.

“I’m not a dirty slut, I’ve only had sex with my monogamous* girlfriends!”

“I’ve never been confused, I’ve known since I held Sally B’s hand in first grade”

…and so forth.

There is no perfect way to be gay. So just chill with the policing (unless it’s a girl who liked the taste of cherry chapstick one drunken night + now uses the word dyke with liberal abandon; drag her ass) and let people be + acknowledge that real life labeling doesn’t always work like woke gay Twitter wants it to, like not everyone is going to care what sexy label you worked out. They are going to label you how they know to.

Which is fine, because labels should be, in my opinion for self-identity, not to make some dude have to watch 10 Youtube videos + a PowerPoint.

Sometimes you just…laugh at Zombie Man’s naked ass, banter with some newfound straight bois (a whisperer! I tell you) and go to your room knowing you’re bi but heavily prefer women, and it’s not worth any discussion.

This also applies to bi girls who get labeled straight. Like, sure, that sucks. But that label is for you not an auntie who assumes you’re hetty because you have a boyfriend. It doesn’t matter.

If you know what you feel, no one can take it from you. I promise.

And fuck the self-appointed gay police, they really should, as the kids say, go outside and touch some grass.

Sending love,

Nat

xxx

PS Zombie Man just surfaced in new pants (Puma Shorts). Lmao imagine he’s a reader.

*kinda funny I find that word so impossible to spell. Ooops.

#bae takes over #a letter from nat

[bffsoobin]

Personal Best

Beomgyu x reader

01|02

➤ highschool!au, thrower!reader x volleyball player!beomgyu, rich kid!beomgyu, fluff, very light angst, mentions of other members and members of BTS because I’m a simp

Word Count: 1,278

A/N: this is my first post for the Arcadia Academy collab with @btxtreads and @soobindigo (who also made the lovely banner I’m using)! While all of our series can be read independently, I totally recommend checking them both out too! Every series includes the same events seen through different characters so there’s gonna be some fun Easter eggs!

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“Coach,” you sighed as you riffled through the equipment closet, “we only have six discs we can use in competition. The rest are broken somehow. That’s not even one for every person going.” Jimin sighed from his seat in the hallway.

“Are you sure? What about the metal ones?” You could tell just from his tone that he already knew the answer.

“Yep. That number includes the metal ones. Six in total. Why is it such a struggle for us to get new equipment?” The closet door creaked closed behind you. “The men’s volleyball team just got brand new uniforms to wear if they make it to nationals, and we can’t even get a few thousand dollars out of the department for equipment we need to compete?” Jimin nodded solemnly.

“I’m going to go talk to Jungkook tomorrow. I would go right now but,” your coach checked his phone, “the boy’s regionals game has already started so there’s no way I’ll get to him. Do you want me to reserve our spot for the summer festival too?”

“Yes! We need a big spot in the parking lot for the car wash. I have everyone on board for that,” you tapped your lip thoughtfully, “what if I talk to Soobin? He’s the only humble on one that entire team. After the game, I can stop him and ask if there’s any way they can give up some of their precious private funding to keep us afloat.” Jimin nodded his approval for your plan.

“I think that could help. If you can get Soobin’s support we will definitely be on the way to new equipment. There’s no way Jungkook will say no to one of his golden boys. Then I would go in just to talk logistics,” he clapped a hand on your shoulder as you got up to head toward the game, “Good luck.”

The walk to the gym from the storage closet was short but you purposely drug your feet on the way. Frankly, you had no interest in watching the most beloved athletes in school play a game they would certainly win. They were nice enough boys, but their precious team is cushioned by money from the school as well as their own personal funds; as your team struggles endlessly. Trying your best to swallow your anger, you entered the stuffy gym. Students waved homemade banners and signs above their heads, completely entranced by the boys on the court. Every seat on the bleachers were full, so you settled for simply standing to the side of them and watching on. You had missed a chunk of the game but it was clear that the infamous team was winning. Just as you had settled in, the loud buzzer and roar from the crowd announced another point won as the crowd- full of basically the entire population of girls from your school- roared with admiration. A foul pit grew in your stomach at the reminder that you had never gotten this much support from the school. In the midst of the cheers, a girl hurried past you with her phone pressed to her ear and you wondered how she expected to hear anything correctly with all the noise.

As much as you hated to admit it, you watched the game with rapt attention. If the team wasn’t so damn good, it would be much easier for your hate to brew. Soobin flashed a smile up to the bleachers before making a perfect play and you swore the whole gym shook with the volume of the cheers. As the game settled into a comfortable rhythm that made it clear the Pumas would win the referee’s whistle rang through the air. Time inside the gym seemed to completely stop until you heard the static “Choi Yeonjun, foul!” announcement that raised a collective groan from the crowd. Even from your far away spot, you could hear Yeonjun arguing animatedly with the referee. To be honest, you hadn’t seen his foul, but there was no way he would get back into the game with that attitude. It was only a matter of time before his awful temper caught up with him. You could have sworn heard someone laughing and cheering at the top of their lungs as Yeonjun trudged over to the bench. A small smile crept onto your face at the knowledge that there was someone else who didn’t view them as all mighty beings.

A junior you couldn’t quite remember the name of had seamlessly replaced the fouled co-captain and if it weren’t for your ego you would have commended how well their entire team was trained. It didn’t take long for the end of the game to arrive with the Arcadia Pumas boasting a win of three out of five sets. The crowd erupted with cheers of joy as the boys were awarded the title of regional champs. It was so easy to join the celebration that you almost forgot you had come to talk to Soobin. As soon as you made your way towards him, a massive rush of fawning girls ran onto the court and created an almost impenetrable force around him. With a sigh, you tried to push through the bodies but you were only met with even more resistance and some manicured hands pushing you away.

“What the hell?” You huffed in annoyance as you were pushed out once again. “He’s not a celebrity!” A voice behind you snickered. You whirled around to come face to face with another wonder boy, Choi Beomgyu. Rich, entitled Beomgyu. Who still looked amazing even covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Funny to see you trying to get Soobin’s attention after all those years you’ve spent hating on our team,” his stare was icy but you held onto your sanity for the time being.

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m not here to ask him to take me to the movies. I came to talk to one of you about funding equipment,” Beomgyu’s eyebrows scrunched together in what you assumed was confusion. “What? Never heard the word funding? It’s that thing my team needs so we can give all of our competitors equipment for our regionals match.” He blinked.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. What sport do you play again?” Your eye twitched. Be diplomatic, Y/N.

“I’m a thrower. Ya know, the Field half of that whole Track and Field sport,” Beomgyu’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Right! You need new equipment-” a small blonde girl tapped on his shoulder and he whirled around to actually autograph her homemade sign. “But why are you coming to us? Your coach can just talk to Coach Jungkook,” he gave you a plastic smile. The kind you’d expect from a grocery clerk when you tell them to have a good day.

“Yeah, he’s going to. And I actually came to talk to Soobin about it; but I wanted to get one of you to help put pressure onto Coach Jungkook to shift some funds. And considering your,” you waved your hands in the air between the two of you, “affluence. You might be the perfect person to help me out.”

Beomgyu hummed thoughtfully and looked around as if he were trying to find some magical sign from the universe.

“Listen, Y/N. As an athlete, I respect you. But the money my family donates is just for my team. I’ve never even seen your team compete and to be honest, I’m not even sure what throwing is. You’re just going to have to hope that Coach Jungkook works with your coach.” He spun on his heel and disappeared into the locker room without another word.

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Dreaming

Dean Winchester has always been a bit of a thorn in Kelsey’s side - a very attractive thorn, but still… A visit at her uncle Bobby’s reunites her with the boys, and she begins having vivid dreams - about Dean. Is it just her subconscious trying to tell her something? Or is there more to it than that?

So sleepy.

The sun is so warm on her skin, the breeze gently wafting around her.  

His arms surrounding her, a safe haven.

She turns her head, her eyes opening slowly, almost fighting to remain closed. His face is a blur at first, coming into focus as her eyes finally obey her thoughts and open.  His eyes are still closed, his long lashes against his skin, his lips slightly parted as he breathes softly.

She feels a surge in her pulse as she looks at him, so beautiful, so perfect, so peaceful.  She is almost breathless as her eyes scan over the planes of his face, freckles still visible beneath the golden tan; the jaw line, unshaven, the cleft in his chin almost hidden by the soft growth.  The small bump in his nose, almost unnoticeable, a flaw making the perfection seem even more unreal.  

He begins to move, his eyebrows draw together in a small frown as he struggles, like her, to wake.  The moss green eyes open, the full lips curve slightly as he sees her, and she feels everything inside her go molten and electric as he reaches a hand to her face and moves in closer to touch his lips to hers.

The kiss is soft, sensuous, the whole world is in it.  There is nothing else in the here and now but that.  His mouth slants across hers, their lips parting and their tongues gliding against each other, tangling sweetly, and her whole being is centered in this moment, in the feel of his lips and the taste of him, the soft sound of the whispered moan that escapes as he kisses her.

His hand moves, down her back, across her hip, fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of her shirt, and there is warmth against her skin as his touch brushes over her ribs and he cups her breast.  This time the moan is from her, deep in her throat, as he gently kneads the firm flesh, and she presses closer to him as their kiss becomes more frantic, and her arms tighten around his neck…

“Kel!  You comin’, or what?”  Kelsey shot upright in her bed, her eyes wide, her mouth open as she stared at Dean, who stood leaning nonchalantly in her doorway.  "I tried to wake you up, but I practically had to come in and throw cold water on you.“  His brows drew together in a frown, his green eyes actually a little concerned as she stared blankly back at him.  "Are you okay? You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

Kelsey blinked hard a couple of times, shaking her head a little, trying to clear her mind of the incredibly vivid dream she had been rudely awakened from. "No,” she said softly, raising a hand to run through her shoulder length golden brown locks.  When she looked back up, Dean’s eyes were roaming appreciatively over her breasts, which were making themselves evident under the thin silk camisole she had worn to bed.  She jerked the blanket up, holding it in place and glaring at him.

“Do you, uh, wear that to bed every night, Kel? ‘Cuz I gotta tell you, it’s hot.” His eyebrows raised and lowered a couple of times as a one-sided smirk curved his lips.

“Get. Out.” Kelsey pointed towards the door, and he had the audacity to look surprised.  

“Sure you don’t need any help with…anything?”  

“OUT!”  A low chuckle trailed behind him as he left the room, and she sailed a pillow towards his back.

“Missed!” he called back over his shoulder, and Kelsey huffed out a frustrated breath.  How could she be dreaming of that…that…that immature, juvenile, dirty-minded jerk?

She threw back the covers and swung her long, tanned legs over the side of the bed, stretching as she stood and headed to the bathroom.  She looked in the mirror, and a pair of dark lashed hazel eyes stared back.  A faint spattering of freckles across her nose annoyed her to no end, as always, and her lips pressed together in disapproval.  She sighed and opened a small drawer, pulling out a washcloth for her face as she let the water run to get warm.  

She was almost dressed, in her faded jeans, well-worn Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt and grey Pumas, when Bobby called up the stairs.  "Kelsey Grace, are you comin’ or not?“

"I’m on my way down, you old grouch,” she countered, then smiled to herself as she finished tying her shoe and grabbed her denim jacket from the chair on her way out the door.  

Dean glanced up as Kelsey’s footsteps echoed down the old staircase.  She was slipping her arms into her jacket as she walked, leaning in to kiss Bobby’s cheek, an amused smile on her face, as she walked by him.  Bobby couldn’t quite stifle the wry grin on his face as he shook his head.  Kelsey was twisting her hair into a knot, sticking a clip into it to hold it in place.  Dean itched to pull it out, watch that tawny-colored, on-the-edge-of-auburn mass tumble down around her shoulders again.  He felt Bobby’s disapproving glare and reluctantly pulled his eyes from the sight of her bending to look for a bottle of water in the fridge.

He remembered the first time he’d seen her.  All arms and legs, and those big amber eyes that, at the time, looked so large in her face.  She was about ten, same age as Sammy, and he was fourteen.  She was Bobby’s niece, his sister’s daughter, and she had come to visit.  Or, more likely, she was farmed out to him for some other reason, which Dean never knew.  Bobby’s place wasn’t really the type of place people dropped off little girls just to visit.  Now, he and Sam were different.  Boys, for one thing.  And they were used to being left here and there.  Bobby’s, for them, was almost like home.  Only thing was, the stay just never lasted long enough.

Kelsey and Sam had become friends right off the bat, she called him Shaggy and he called her Freckles, which she hated, but she didn’t seem to mind too much from him.  Dean only tried it once, and was informed that, since he had more of them than she did, he wasn’t allowed.  She and Sam had the run of the place, climbing around piles of junk that they should have stayed away from, building forts out of car parts, having a ball together, while Dean, already made to act like an adult by then, helped Bobby work on cars or guns, or do research.  God, he had hated research.  He still hated research.

They had met up with each other several more times over the years, always at Bobby’s, and she and Sam had remained close friends.  She and Dean, however, had a kind of rocky relationship, sniping at or outright fighting with each other most of the time, but still settling into a teasing, sarcastic friendship. Dean smiled a little as he remembered them actually making out once, in Bobby’s shop.  John had almost caught them, and he would have…  His smile faded slowly, the loss of his father too new to be able to remember without a rush of pain so intense it almost stole his breath.

At least Sammy was okay.  That’s all that mattered now.  After they got into that huge fight, his little brother had taken off on his own, and a hunt gone wrong had landed him in the hospital for a few days, a two-day drive away near Baltimore.  But Sam had refused to let him drive out to pick him up when he was released, so now they were driving in to pick him up at the airport.  And he wouldn’t feel better until he laid eyes on him in person, made sure he was really okay.

He grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he headed for the door, his hand shoved into his pocket to retrieve the keys to the Impala.  Bobby was right behind him, turning to Kelsey as they stepped outside.  "Kelse, you want shotgun?“

"No, back seat’s fine, Bobby,” she answered, glancing at Dean as she felt his eyes on her.  She pushed past him, opening the back door and slipping inside, pulling her phone from her pocket and staring intently at the screen.  Dean and Bobby crawled in the front, and Baby rumbled to life as Dean backed her up and aimed her towards Sioux Falls Regional Airport.

They waited, mostly silent, for almost half an hour before Dean spotted Sam’s head above most of the others coming towards them down the crowded hallway.  "Sammy!“ he called out, and Sam’s eyes searched him out before he raised a hand to answer his big brother’s wave.  As he drew closer, the crowd thinned out, and Kelsey heard Dean’s quiet curse.  "Son of a bitch,” he muttered, walking towards Sam, his face tight with concern.  "Dammit, Sammy! Why didn’t you tell me you had a broken leg?  What else is going on that you didn’t tell me?“

"I’m fine, Dean.  It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me.  You should have told me.”

Sam rolled his eyes, and then his gaze came to rest on Kelsey, who stood a few feet behind Dean.  "Kelsey?“

A wide smile brightened her face and put a sparkle in her eyes.  "Hey, Shaggy.”

Sam dropped his duffle at Dean’s feet, using his crutches to move to where Kelsey stood.  He propped one crutch under his arm and grabbed her into a hug.  "I didn’t know you were back.“

"Proverbial bad penny, what can I say?”  She backed away a step and looked up into Sam’s hazel eyes.  "So - got a little banged up, huh?  Girl scout?“

Sam grinned, flashing those dimples that Kelsey also loved to tease him about. "Still a smartass, too.”

It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes as they headed for the Impala, the two old friends chattering nonstop.  He threw Sam’s duffle into the trunk and climbed behind the wheel, while Sam maneuvered his plaster cast into the passenger side, and Bobby got into the back seat with Kelsey.  

After lunch, Sam and Kelsey continued their 'gabfest,’ as Dean thought to himself, and he took himself out to the shop, finding whatever he could to keep himself busy.  Later in the day, he came in to grab a beer, and heard them laughing in the next room.  He walked closer, leaning in the doorway for a bit, listening to their easy give-and-take mixed with frequent laughter.  He absently chewed on his lip as he stood there, finally turning to leave, tipping his beer as he went.  Kelsey glanced up as he left, then looked up at Sam from her seat on the floor, where she was sitting to sign Sam’s cast.  Sam shrugged, and she smiled, putting the cap on the marker she’d been using and standing.  "I’ll be right back,“ she said, and followed Dean’s path out to the shop.

She could hear Metallica playing in the background as she walked in.  Dean was at the workbench, shop rag in hand, cleaning tools.  She stood quietly for a moment, then walked closer, and he turned his head to glance at her before returning to his task.  

"Why don’t you come in and have a beer with us, Dean?  We’ve just been catching up with each other, I didn’t mean to take over, but we haven’t seen each other for a couple of years.”

“Didn’t want to butt in,” he said, working on removing grease from a wrench.

Kelsey stood there for a moment, then walked up beside him and turned her back to the workbench, leaning back against it and looking up at Dean.  "I’m sorry.  He’s your brother, and I know you guys have some things to talk about. I didn’t mean to…“

"No problem,” he cut her off, his voice curt.

“Dean.”  Kelsey spoke his name softly and looked up at him until he finally met her eyes and responded.

“Look, Sam would rather talk to you any day.  Why do you think he ended up all busted up in the first place?  He doesn’t want to be around me.  He doesn’t want to be here, Kel.  He’s never wanted to be here.”  He turned and walked away, but Kelsey hurried behind him, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“That’s just crazy, Dean.  Sam loves you and Bobby.  I don’t know what happened between you two, but you need to talk to him about it.  He’s the only family you’ve got.”

“You think I don’t know that?”  Dean’s voice was raised a little as the words came out, but he lowered his head immediately, running his fingers roughly through his hair.  "Sorry.“

"Dean…it’s okay.  Just please, go talk to Sam.”  He looked up, and the expression on his face made her want to comfort him somehow.  And, for a split second, she held her breath, thinking he was going to kiss her.  But the moment passed, and he stepped away from her, grabbing his beer and heading for the house.

“Okay.  I’ll go talk to him.  But don’t be surprised if we end up in another fight.”

Kelsey followed him into the house, helping herself to a beer, but staying in the kitchen as Dean walked into the next room.  "So, Sammy, what got you?“ Dean asked as he dropped to the other side of the couch and propped his feet up on the beat-up old coffee table.  "You never did say.”

She heard the sound of Sam opening the beer Dean had taken to him, a moment for a swallow, and, “Vamp.  Stupid vamp.  I got him, though.”

“So, just your leg?”

“Some banged-up ribs, and had a concussion.  I’m doing okay, though.”

She shook her head as they talked around everything but what they should have been talking about, and she began preparing some pasta and garlic bread for supper.  By the time the food was ready, the tension had eased between the brothers to the point where they could all eat and talk together.  

By ten that night, Kelsey could hardly keep her eyes open, and headed up to bed.  She sank into her pillows with a sigh, and was just starting to doze off when she heard Dean’s footsteps pass by on the way to his room.

Dean stirred restlessly in his bed, then his eyes opened and he was on full alert as he sat up, reaching to the bedside table for his Colt.  He had heard something, and he sat there, completely still and silent, listening.  He heard another sound, and this time he was sure.  It was coming from Kelsey’s room.

He pulled on a pair of sweats over his boxers and headed barefoot down the hall.  He heard it again, this time a little louder, a low moan.  He opened her door, stepping into the room and looking around with eyes accustomed to seeing in the dark.  Nothing there that he could see, but she moved under her covers, her head rolling to the side as her breathing became more harsh, and another soft sigh escaped her lips.  

He laid his gun on the table, sitting at the edge of the mattress.  He reached to touch her shoulder carefully, not wanting to startle her, and whispered her name.  "Kelsey.“  His only answer was another moan, and it didn’t sound like she was in pain.  He shook her gently, saying her name a little louder this time.  "Kel.  Wake up, you’re dreaming.”

He drew his hand back as if he’d been burned when she reacted just as she had that morning, sitting up quickly, her eyes wide, her mouth open, completely disoriented.  Then her eyes fell on him, and before he could react, her hands were in his hair and her lips on his, frantic and heated.  He found himself unable to resist at first, the intensity of it sweeping him along, and he kissed her back, almost losing himself in the moment.  Then he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing himself away and holding her in place, as he fought to slow his breathing and stop the almost overwhelming desire to give in and just go with it.

“Kelsey.  You’re dreaming.”  She looked up at him, her eyes unfocused for a moment, then clearing a little as she took a deep breath.  "Are you okay?“  He could feel her begin to tremble beneath his hands, and real concern pushed all other thoughts from his mind.

"Dean?  What’s going on?”

“You were dreaming.  I came in because I thought I heard something, but it was you.  You were really out of it.”  His brows drew together in a troubled frown as he looked at her.  "Just like this morning.  Are you taking sleeping pills?“

Kelsey dropped back to her pillow, her eyes closed for a moment before she looked up at him, shaking her head.  "No.  I’ve never taken anything like that. Just a couple of beers tonight before I went to bed, just like you.”  She seemed to be all right, had calmed down, and Dean relaxed a little.  A crooked little smile curved his lips, and Kelsey frowned.  "What?“

"You kissed me.”

“I did not!”

“The hell you didn’t!  I came in to wake you up, and you kissed me.  And you were into it, too.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then closed it and looked away, feeling herself blush.  "I - I didn’t mean to.  I was delirious or something.“  She couldn’t look at him, at the smirk on his face and the warmth in his eyes, she just couldn’t.

"You were dreaming about me.”

“Was not.”

“Yes, you were.  Admit it.”  He ran a finger along her arm, and she jerked it back, hiding it under the covers.

“I’m fine now.  You can leave.”  She turned to her side, her back to him.

He sat there, silent for a moment, and when he spoke, the teasing note was gone from his voice.  "Sure you’re okay?“

"I’m fine.”

He stood, looking down at her for a moment, then turned to leave the room. He looked back at her form, nearly hidden in the blankets, and smiled.  "Sweet dreams,“ he said as he pulled the door closed, and she pulled the covers over her head.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[calypsoff]

Fifty Two.

Rich always says I drag my feet but as soon as Robyn got out of the SUV so did I, I tried to be quicker this time, but I ended up hitting into the back of the paparazzi. I was trying to get around the car the same time as the stupid paparazzi guy was chasing to get a glimpse “are you ok?” I helped him up “uh yeah” picking him up to his feet, once again I messed up. I tried my best to do it quick enough, I will get used to it “Chris” Rich waved me over, Robyn has gone in and here I am picking up paparazzi from the floor. Walking towards Rich “again” he laughed, shaking my head sighing out. I bought Robyn to Giorgio Baldi, my treat of course with my own money, not no joint account money. I just wanted to spend time with Robyn before tomorrow, we are moving into the new house and then she is pretty much leaving so I wanted to slide this in before she did leave, I haven’t had the chance to speak to her about how I am feeling so I thought bring Robyn here, we can spend some time together. The money is in the account, the joint one and I haven’t ever seen so many zeros in my life, I keep just staring at it, it’s just wild. For a small interview like that and you get this type of money, I am scared to even use it, a black man carrying a card with that type of money, so I just leave it at the apartment, I’ll use my regular account, it’s safe that way “knocking over the paparazzi now?” Robyn said, she is waiting for me in the reception area “I tired to slide in behind you, what do you do? Run inside” Robyn walked ahead shaking her head “you know I got long legs, you love my legs” she got a point I do “yeah but you sprinting to the door” she doesn’t give me a chance “you need to learn to be quicker” we don’t have a cornered off table this time, we are sat with the rest of the people, I mean that doesn’t bother me “I can do that” the guy is stood behind Robyn wanting to push her chair in, I can do that. He stepped back to let me “mhmm calm down, you was about to attack him” shuffling Robyn’ chair in as she sat down “well I don’t want him to look at your booty now” Robyn chuckled placing her bag down to the side of her.

Robyn is smirking at me and I don’t know why “mhmm yes?” I questioned “nothing, you disrespected my favourite place to eat. You called the food terrible and now look at you” placing the menu down “now listen here, I am here for you actually. I am taking you on a date, what kind of nigga would I be if I just took you to some place you ain’t like huh? I am sure you would dislike me for it, if you like it then you do twin, I will eat whatever you want. Even though their food is stale” Robyn gasped “you are taking me on a date be nice” I do try and be nice “anyways, let’s raise a glass. See how loved I am here, they have poured my drink already, they know my wine baby. So let’s raise a glass, you can drink it for me. To being married, having a new home, a baby on the way. And just the fact we had our very first couple interview. I am so ready to see you prosper poppa, you are going to be shining but if you cheat on me, I will kill you” I laughed as we clinked glasses “thank you twin” drinking from the glass as Robyn placed hers on the table because she can’t have it of course “you have so much trust in me, you’re excited for the things to come for me and I can appreciate that I do” placing the glass down “there is a but there, I have felt a slight feeling from you and then Mel bought up that you haven’t even spoke to your friends in so long, Barry said it to her. I mean of course Mel told me” of course she did “I am such a burden” I mumbled “well I did tell you to speak to me Chris, you keeping things to yourself is not good” she is right “ready to order” the waiter came over.

I just got whatever Robyn got, all I know is that I will be getting a burger after “on a real” leaning over on the table “I bought you on a date, just to take you out but also I feel like even though you’re there your attention is very much taken, and I get it. I am seeing you work; you’re working very hard. You’re building an empire for our kids; kids and I feel like I am struggling. Like I am behind, I feel I haven’t got the grasp like I did before the incident when I knew my business, I knew what I wanted and speaking to my friends just doesn’t help. They just want to hear action and that is something I don’t know about. Everything is so overwhelming to me, I am trying to keep up but I can’t and when you go I am just like what do I do? I am used to you being there, you’re my safety blanket. I get up, go gym and then I come back and you’re there and you’re telling me things on what you’re doing, and you get me involved. It’s a sense of security. I don’t want to seem like a nigga that doesn’t know how to run his life, but I am a little lost, I got a new house and then what. You’re going and I just don’t know what to do but I know I have things to do, if it was up to me you wouldn’t go because we just got married and I want you here, but I see and hear how much they want you there and how behind they are and how everything is set up for you” sitting back on the chair, I really wanted to get that out and I did. Robyn just stared at me, a little taken a back but just staring at me “I feel sad you felt you need to bring me here to even get your point across when it shouldn’t be that way, yes I am busy but not for you and you know that” she shook her head.

Robyn has been quiet for a while “this Puma deal has been hanging over my head for a while, I don’t want to let them down because I am actually excited about it. It is a big deal for me, I get where you are coming from, but you are being stubborn when I said get your friends here, you won’t. You aren’t burdening people; Chris I have to go, and I am sorry. You know what, how about we both come up with an itinerary for you, things you need to do, and you follow that. Like I want you to change the security in the house, I want you to get us a pool cleaner, a house cleaner to come every week alongside someone to mow the lawn. I want a bigger bed in our bedroom, I like the flooring, but I want the rooms repainting, I want the living room the one on the left, I want a TV in there and I need you to get these sorted. The bedroom next to us, I want you to take everything out of that room, that will be the baby room and for yourself. Have you put the money back in your business account? I don’t think you have; you do that and then you call Barry and TJ and tell them you want them to come, and you start building your clothing line. This will fall in line with the Vogue cover too, by time you know it I will be here again. You will be shocked how quick a month can go by. See how busy you actually are, I get you don’t want me to go, and I am going to miss you like crazy. I wanted you to come with me, but you will be stuck in the hotel room when we need things done here and I believe in you Chris, you will be ok, but you will do that for me yes? You will contact your friends” nodding my head “I am just going to miss you, you know. It’s hard to admit that, not in a bad way but it’s hard to express yourself as needy when you have a wife that is making money moves” I chuckled “thank you for understanding” she hasn’t judged me “don’t thank me Chris, I know you have been off with something. We will be ok, whatever you go through, I do too. You know that” smiling at her lightly.

The food was ok today, well I ate it so it must have been good for me to do this “your therapy session is when?” Robyn asked, good question “uhm it’s next week, you will be in London by then. You know like when you’re here I get to know if you ain’t working too hard, you know you’re body is going through a lot. I like to know you’re looking after yourself and you get the right vitamins for yourself, it’s important. Like nothing else matters, I need you to be ok” Robyn cooed out “that is so sweet Chris, to see and hear the concern, the care means a lot. I promise you that I will not be making that kind of mistake ever, I won’t be working myself like that. It’s about us, the most I will be doing is waking up early and sitting in a meeting room with people, that is all so do not worry. If I feel anything different or anything like that I will be telling you. I want to be back in America as soon as I am starting to show, I don’t want to be anywhere else. This is why I am rushing more than ever; I am excited though oh yeah actually. Mel, the bedroom down the hall on the right is going to be Mel’ as you know so don’t touch it but talk Barry into making it official. Your friend is being nasty to mine Chris” I grinned “they had sex yet?” I asked Robyn “you’re nosey” she retorted “so that is a yes then” I chuckled “well yes but talk him into making it official, and please Chris. If you go to parties please tell me, I have to know because people are nasty and they will blog that shit up now we will be in different countries when this comes out” nodding my head “promise” I don’t think I will, I will be at home the most.

Walking out of Giorgio Baldi behind Robyn, the paparazzi never leave. They are still here just camping out for Robyn “Rihanna looking beautiful!” one of the shouted, Robyn just laughed as she continued to walk “rumours are saying you’re married, is this true” Rich opened the door for Robyn while I made my way around the SUV, I wasn’t slow this time around but of course we left at the same time, so I wasn’t hitting into anyone this time around. Pulling open the door “you were close to me this time around huh, you will get there” closing the door behind me “I hope so, those long legs. They be walking too fast for me” fixing my jacket getting comfortable in the seat “I really think you deserve to be happy Chris; I want you to let yourself be happy. I feel like you are holding yourself back, it’s nothing to do with me or anybody else it’s you. You’re scared that something will happen again which I understand that Chris I do but you have so much going on for you, it happened, and it was just bad luck at that moment that it happened to you but honestly you need to let yourself live, you deserve it. I am sure your therapist may say the same as much, but I don’t even think you need that, only you can let yourself go and get better within yourself. I just want better for you Chris and you will get there” Robyn does have a point “I understand” I mumbled.

Chris is just being Chris; the thing is he can do it. He can do things; I am happy he told me how he felt but he is stopping himself from growing. I get he is scared, and I really do but he can’t always be like this, I have to be strict with him and I hate that I am, but I need to be “you packed already?” Mel has come to annoy me so of course she has “of course, I am not like you” she sat on the bed “me? I am packing mine and his, he is useless ok. Don’t come her and be acting like I don’t be trying” Chris left this for me “you could just ask him to do it him damn self Robyn, it’s not hard. Anyways, was your meal with Chris nice huh? Spill the details, what did husband and wife speak on? Did you mention it about Barry? Chris needs to contact them, he really does. Barry feels offended” nodding my head “I did actually, and Chris’s words were that he will, but that could mean not now or ever” Mel mean mugged me “I will go and ask him now, I want him to get them to come here. I feel like he needs that push” walking off “I will be back; I just need to mention it to him” walking of slowly, I am going to get his ass to help me with the suitcases too. I am feeling so tired, and he is just being lazy “Chris” walking around the couch “huh” he looked up from his phone “did you do what I asked?” I won’t say what because I want to know what he thinks I mean “what is that? You ask a lot” so he says “Barry and TJ, ring them. Once you done that come and help me with the suitcases I am getting tired” walking off to go back into the bedroom.

Climbing onto the bed with Mel “ugh, I am so damn tired. Anyways, I told him. I just want him to have his friends here so they can bond again and then also get his clothing line set again” Mel snuggled up to me “or you just want him out of your hair too” I snorted laughing “shut up, he is my husband now so I would never, that is so rude!” she is a bitch “so I am lying? You know damn well he doesn’t want you to go but you are going, I mean of course for work, but you know” Mel is annoying “what do you want me to do? Bring him with me when I will be busy then he will be stuck in the hotel room. I have been taking him with me because I know how bored he’s been and how he’s been clingy but if he really wants to come then he can but personally I want him to just get on with it, he needs too for his own sanity too” Mel chuckled “but if that was my man I would be here, I mean this is your husband though” Mel cackled “I am joking, also the true. Are you finding him whiney? I think you do” shaking my head “be the hell quiet” she is doing the most “am I walking into something?” Chris said, looking behind me “Mel is just snuggling me, did you do it?” resting my head back “I text them that I need to talk to them” that is a start “ok, can you pack my case please. I am tired” he can do it because I am about done.

I am actually so happy to be leaving this apartment, he is right it is small for when I have my people here, but I am just happy to move into our home now. I have an actual home here, nor leasing or anything just a home “well this apartment was nice while it lasted, now we are off to our forever home. Are you excited poppa?” placing my hands at the side of his face “I am, I wanted a home and I kept telling you I did, and you did it. Thank you” he is so cute “I love you so much, our first time. Come let’s go, give me a kiss” poking my lips out, he pecked my lips “I hope the bed is nice there, well it seemed nice. Can we get pizza tonight” grabbing Chris’ hand as we left the apartment “why not, because I will not be cooking so I think that is a excellent idea. Oh yeah, you need to do food shopping. Like a deep big shop, everything needs to be bought. I need my spices too, actually. Leave that to me but get food in the home still, you need to eat. I can’t wait to come back, and it will be all done right Chris?” I mentioned “yes boss” he knows damn well I won’t let him live it down, he needs to do these things for me.

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Of Unspoken Troubles & Sudden Worries (2/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Notes: Finally! The amount of time this took is stupid, but I hope you enjoy it :) Also I´m trying to cope with Jongdae leaving, so please stream “Hello” to understand my pain. 

“Hey Crybaby.”

Previous Part: First Next: Second&Half Third

The same eyes who found were now expecting an answer out of you, they were comforting, soothing but also serious and demanding; words simply didn´t come out of your mouth and you avoided looking at him, choosing to focus on the scratches on your hands and knees.

“Know I won’t tell anyone what just happened, I just want to be able to help you.” He said.

Your voice was trapped in your throat; how ridiculous would you sound if you told him your boyfriend was a piece of shit?

“Did anyone hurt? Is someone harassing you?” He tried again.

This time you shook your head.

“Okay, then did you fight with your team?” You stayed silent this team. “I see, maybe we could try talking to your captain? You are from Shiratorizawa, so your captain is Ushijima, right? Let me just…” When he turned around in an attempt to grab his phone you quickly held onto his jacket sleeve, preventing him from going any further.

To this, he gave you a confused look, “Okay now you need to tell me what´s going on.” He was firm, his tone had changed drastically and his tone was lower. 

Sigh, “I made something stupid, and now I can’t face them.”

“And what exactly is something “stupid”?” He air-quoted.

You knew you just had to tell him at this point.

…

Kuroo had his head in between his hands, trying to understand what you were trying to say. “Manager not girlfriend, what the fuck does that even mean?” He mumbled. 

“So you managed to catch Ushiwaka’s attention, and even though HE was the one to ask you out, he’s being a fucking asshole.” You simply nodded, “Okay, it’s good to know he’s bad at something, to be honest.”

“Wakatoshi is not the monster everyone makes him look, he’s just weird.” 

Kuroo giggled, “Well let me tell you he does have the kind of face that says ‘I’m going to punch if you so much look my way’ You know?” To this you giggled, “Would you like at that? Crybaby can actually smile.”

“Stop it, I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, just trying to cheer you up.” He sighed, before looking at you straight in the eyes, “Do you want my advice or were you just looking for someone to bent?”

“Apparently my rational thinking is not good, because I just keep going to back to him.”

“Because you are not being rational, you are just thinking about how much you love him and how much you wish for him to change, even though he´s not going to.” He was direct, no tenderness, making you flinch “Thinking rational would be to tell you to dump him, he’s not worth it. You are here trying to make it work while he´s just establishing rules as if it was a business contract.” Small tears threaten to come out of your eyes, another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach, “But… I completely understand what you are going through, so you are not letting him go that easily. So I’m going to do something that worked for me in the past, okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Yes. “Did things change in some way?” No. “Okay. Has it been getting worse?” Yes. “Do you sometimes question his love?” Yes. “Are you genuinely happy?” No. “Is this what you thought it would be?” No. 

Kuroo sighed, before taking your face in between his hands “Is he’s not loving you the way he should; if he’s not cherishing you; if he’s not trying his best for you; if he´s not fulfilling the compromise he made to you. Then it’s not there. There´s no other way to put it.”

A loud sob escaped your lips, things you already knew were now coming out of someone else’s mouth, making it seem real, making it hurt even worse. 

“However, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say his intention is not that, he’s not trying to hurt you, he’s just… an idiot.” He looked away, “But everything and everyone has their limit, including you, no matter how much you love him.”

There was nothing much you could say, he was right, you love Ushijima, but it was becoming too much. 

“So tonight we are going to go sleep because my god am I tired from trying to block his fucking spikes, I know you say he´s not a monster, but he sure does spike-like one.” You giggled, “Tomorrow you will fulfil your duties as a manager, but nothing else. You will take notes, refill water bottles and give out towels, what you normally do as a manager. No cheering him, no lovey-dovey looks, no midnight escapades, no girlfriend stuff. If he wants you to act like a manager you will, but he will also experiment what losing someone who loves you feels like.”

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, you knew he didn´t have any malice intentions, but still, you were the crazy person who appeared crying in front of the gym at one a.m. 

“Because I know exactly what it feels like to give out love and receive absolutely nothing, and I’m not letting you continue this destructive cycle; it’s what I wish someone had done for me.”

You didn´t ask any further questions, believing every word he said. You turned around to leave, needing to catch some sleep.

“Hey, Crybaby. You forgot something.”

…

It was now morning, your eyes felt heavy and were swollen, fingers bleeding from all the biting and your body kept trembling from the anxiety, but you had to reaffirm yourself, put yourself first.

And so, you made your way into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare breakfast along with the others managers, who could only give you a sympathy smile and a pat in the back, clearly having heard you cry.

Before you even noticed, the teams were already making their way into the cafeteria, the noise filling the entire building. You started serving plates, placing them in the table for the boys to come and collect them.

“Hey, manager-chan.” A familiar voice said. Tendou. 

“Hey, Sato. Did you get a good sleep? You need to be prepared to be able to block some of those quick attacks from Karasuno” You smiled, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah… Um, I didn´t know you got along with Nekoma?” His eyes were looking straight into the piece of clothing in which you were currently drowning in. 

“Oh yeah, their captain was nice and gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” Shit, you completely forgot about that. Well, fake it ‘till you make it.

“Okay…” He said while returning to his table, Ushijima was already sitting there looking over the notes from yesterday’s practice. “Hey, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yes, Tendou?”

“Have we ever had any other training camp with Nekoma?”

“Not that I remember.”

“Huh.” Tendou was confused but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. There was no need to worry just for a silly thing, right?

It wasn´t until he turned around to have another look at you did he notice your eyes were positioned on another table, another team, Nekoma. Then Tendou noticed their captain looking directly at you, intensely and without even blinking, before he gave you his signature smirk and a quick wink, then sitting down next to his libero. 

Tendou´s eyes once again returned to you, and this time it shook him, the peachy pink in your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes incriminating you. 

…

Tendou didn´t like it one bit, not when you and Ushijima had something, but after last night´s events, he didn’t know what to think, were you two still together, or was that the final straw?

He saw it during breakfast, he saw during their practice match, he saw it during breaks, Kuroo and you, looking at each other, laughing, talking, a relationship he had never seen before. 

When in the fuck had you met Kuroo Tetsurou? And what in the fuck had happened for you to look at him that way?

…

“Wakatoshi-kun” He whispered, careful of not raising anyone´s attention. 

He hummed in response.

“Are you and Y/N still together?”

“Tendou, I already told you…”

“No, Ushijima. This time I´m serious, are you and her still together?

Ushijima´s eyebrows were furrowed, there was no point in denying it any more, he guessed. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because for one, she´s wearing Nekoma’s jacket, two she hasn´t even bother looking your way, which I don´t blame her after what you did last night, and third the looks Kuroo has been giving her aren´t exactly friendly.”

“What do you mean?”

Goddammit are you fucking blunt, Ushijima, “I mean, she disappears for the entire night, no one in the team knows where she is, and all of a sudden she is friends with Kuroo?”

“I don´t get your point.”

  “What I mean…” He raised his voice, clearly exasperated, he tries again calming himself. “What I mean is, this morning she was wearing his jacket, she has spent all of her breaks with him and she hasn´t even come to greet you.” He hoped this would wake up something in Ushijima, but he simply stared at him, clearly not connecting the dots.

Well, fuck.

This time, Tendou pointed your way, Ushijima was confused, what was so bad? And then, everything made sense. 

Kuroo had taken your phone away, keeping it at a height impossible for you to reach, you were jumping trying to get it back, it wasn´t long before his arm was around your waist hugging you while laughing, you pouting. 

And to this Ushijima couldn´t help but wonder.

What was this strange feeling? And why did he all of a sudden had the urge to punch Kuroo Tetsurou?

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