#like she'd want to see more of circles being actual schools

[alloftheimaginesblog]

holding on {alex karev}

plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.

character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader

The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.

He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.

"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."

He scoffed.

You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.

You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.

You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.

"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."

"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."

As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."

"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

So after the accident, Alex stayed.

It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.

"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"

"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.

"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"

"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."

"I don't-"

"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."

With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.

Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"

The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.

He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.

"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.

Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.

His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.

"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.

"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"

George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.

"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."

Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."

Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.

"What- what caused it?"

Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.

Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.

Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.

He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."

"A-Alex?" You croaked.

"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.

It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.

Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."

You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."

"Who? Alex?!"

Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."

You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"

Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."

When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."

"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"

You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."

Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."

Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"

You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"

"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.

#one shot #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy one shot #os #reader insert #alex karev x reader #alex karev #alex karev imagine #imagine #prompt #alex karev x you #greys anatomy

[roguerogerss]

The President; ‘Something Sweet.’

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT!!

(HEY! this is the second part to The President, part 3 will be out soon so plssss stay tuned, hope u luv it, luv you, bye) (requests r open! send me stuff here)

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“Where did you go?"

Clemensia snatched your arm and stopped you in your place. You'd been trying to ignore all of the girls, weaving your way in and out of the crowd, accepting the odd congratulations or hug as you went, you thought you might find Tigris and stick by her until at least dinner time. You wanted nothing more than to be at home.

"Oh." You started but stopped short. If you even stuttered you knew she'd know, your legs were shaking and, if she looked at you closely, she'd be able to see that your hair wasn't nearly as smooth as it was an hour ago, and your lipstick had smudged over your chin and you'd spent longer than you should've trying to wipe it off. "Just had a few photos to be taken, Coryo wanted them out of the way."

Clemensia turned you to face her, gripping your forearms as she eyed you suspiciously. You held your breath a moment, she wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut. "Of course. Photos."

She was smirking at you, and you nearly hung your head in shame out of pure instinct. You teetered backwards slightly in your heels, and Clemensia barely stifled a laugh. "Did these photos involve you being bent over something?"

"Clemmie!" You burst out, hands clamping over your mouth, cheeks burning red. And then you couldn't help but laugh. "Don't say anything, please."

"I won't!" She laughed and took hold of your hand, starting to lead you back towards the rest of your school friends. “I didn’t say anything when you’d disappear for every free hour we had in school, did I?”

“Clemensia!”

Okay! I won’t say anything. Promise. It's your day, and Coryo's President now. I can’t say anything."

You laughed as you approached the other girls, Clemmie was your friend, as much as you hated to admit it, and you did actually like spending time with her, after you got over the initial idea of it. The other girls, however, were a different story.

"Where did you guys go?" Lysistrata whined when you rejoined the circle. She wasn’t the worst of the bunch, but, god, could she moan about anything. "Felix had an interview and they basically said that he actually would've won, had Doctor Gaul's vote not counted-"

"Well, her vote did count." Clemensia defended and sent you a small smile. "Why dwell on it, Lyssie?"

"Because it's unfair." Livia practically snarled, lip curled upwards like a growling dog. "Coriolanus will be president until he either steps down, or dies off. And we all know he won't step down, so none of us will even have a chance at it."

"You wouldn't have a chance at anything anyway, Livia. Festus is a slob." You snapped. You'd remembered why you so hated going to school, and then University with these girls. Livia especially always seemed to bring out the worst in you. You heard Clemensia sigh, and Lysistrata sucked in a breath to be held.

Livia looked as though she was about to lunge for you. "He is not a slob!" She threw her hands in the air and started to say something else, when Clemensia butted in, to avoid a public argument between two powerful men's wives.

"Ladies!" She held her arms out between the two of you in a calming manner, and you almost scoffed and walked away from them, but you knew you had to be here. For Coryo, you thought. "Let's just all be friends, okay? You managed it for seventeen years before today, you can certainly last another two hours."

"Oh, look!" Lysistrata pointed excitedly at the grand hall, drawing the attention of the conversation to something else entirely. "I think we've to go for dinner, now. Aren't you all excited? It'll be lovely."

You were definitely excited. The University provided three square meals a day, if you stayed long enough - you always did - but, since you'd graduated, it had been back to Tigris' cabbage soup and the occasional luxury like a loaf of bread or some beef mince, if Coriolanus helped Doctor Gaul with something she believed warranted an extra payout. The food was guaranteed to be something special, and, even better, you could leave your school friends behind for at least an hour and sit by Coryo instead.

An avox appeared by your small group, and gestured for you all to follow them, leading the gathering of wives to the dinner hall first. Clemensia, Livia, and Lysistrata were positioned at a table together, each one chair apart from the other, and you almost laughed out loud when Livia's scowl deepened further and Clemmie sighed disappointedly at her space between the other two.

After seating the three other women, the avox gestured for you to follow them even further, to a long, rectangular table overlooking a sea of smaller round ones. The hall really was magnificent, all marble and hardwood, a string quartet playing in the far corner, and Coriolanus' Grandma'am's roses decorating each table, in small glass vases. You smiled at the touch, assuming it was Tigris' doing, Coryo would love it.

"Thank you." You nodded to the avox as they tapped a chair for you to sit in. The table was laid with a white tablecloth and lace runner, and six plates, with dainty little place cards placed neatly atop them. The ones on either side of you read Tigris Snow and President Coriolanus Snow. You assumed the one next to Coryo would've been for the Grandma'am and the other two chairs for other government officials.

The room started to fill up with people, celebrities, guests, reporters, game makers. You tried to make out anyone familiar in the sea of people, but faces blurred into one another, distant chatter became almost deafening, and you found that, not only could you not decipher one person from another, but you'd given yourself a headache trying to do so.

The chair beside you pulled back, startling you from your squint-eyed staring, and then Tigris appeared, beaming and touching a hand to your shoulder. "He did it!" She cried and you embraced, squealing as you did so.

“I know.” You mused. “Did you do the roses?”

Tigris nodded, a satisfied smile crossing her face. “Yes, do you like them? I thought it’d be nice, something familiar.”

“They’re beautiful, he’ll love them.” You plucked one of the stems from the vase in front of you, inspecting the perfect flower, so familiar. You’d always loved the Grandma’am’s roses, almost as much as Coryo did.

You were only able to talk for a moment, Tigris complimenting the way you'd done his hair, you gushing over his suit. You loved Tigris, really. But the national anthem began playing, and then there were cameras on you both and you tried to remember to sit up straight and keep your chin down.

The entire room erupted into cheers and claps and cries as Coriolanus entered, looking dazzling as ever. You even noticed Livia giving a hand, which sent a sense of satisfaction through you. "There he is! Our brand new President, it's Coriolanus Snow!" Lucky Flickerman had appeared out of nowhere again, and you could just hear him over the sound of the crowd. "And he's making his way over to his gorgeous first lady! I heard they've only been married three days."

You stifled a laugh at Lucky's overly dramatic performance, and then you felt almost self conscious, seeing all of the people looking towards you, the cameras pointed in your direction. Tigris touched a gentle hand to your arm to soothe you, and you just about managed a grin as Coryo approached.

He sat down next to you and you found his hand placed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles just beside your spine. You let out a sigh of relief and smiled until the cameras turned away and the starting course of the meal served. "That was good, darling." Coryo spoke quietly. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I am nervous." You turned toward him and placed a hand on his knee. "I'll get over it, though. First day jitters."

"Of course you will." And then he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand creeping up your thigh under the cover of the tablecloth. "What do you think I could do to calm you down, hm?"

"Coryo." You hid a small smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. "People are watching."

"All the more fun." You turned to face him, noticing the half-concealed grin playing on his lips. Your eyes flickered out towards the crowd and cameras, guests were all chattering and eating, but the cameras stayed put, and Lucky continued his constant commentary of you. You imagined him, broadcasting to the entirety of Panem, that the brand new President was fingering his wife at the dinner table.

Coryo's hand wandered up even further, underneath your skirt, into your underwear. You sucked in a breath and made a sort of uncomfortable grunt, biting back a whine as two familiar fingers pressed into you. You gripped onto the tablecloth and Tigris turned to you, concern in her eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked and you nodded, too enthusiastically.

"I'm okay." You answered, but you knew your face wasn't communicating what you said, and Tigris' hand was pressed to your forehead before you could tell her again.

"You're hot, have you drank enough water today? And you're flushed, too-" Tigris was in the middle of pouring some water into the glass in front of you when Coryo cut in.

"She's okay, Tigris." He smiled at his cousin. "Wasn't feeling too well last night, were you, love?"

You shook your head, trying to act convincing while Coriolanus' fingers continued their assault inside of you. "Oh, honey! Well, get some rest tonight, okay?"

And then Tigris had turned back to her conversation with the Grandma'am, and you made a mental note to continue the narrative that you were sick, at least in front of Tigris. And then you noticed that Lucky was staring right at the two of you, massive grin on his face, as always, and the camera beside him was fixated on your table.

"Coryo, the cameras!" You hissed, but he silenced you, curling his fingers against your sensitive spot. You made another strangled sound, but Tigris didn't turn around this time, too invested in conversation with the Grandma'am.

"Shh," Coryo comforted you, nuzzling his forehead against your cheek in a way that could've been mistaken for a loving gesture for the cameras. "Let them see, honey. Just be quiet for me. My good girl."

He curled his fingers faster inside of you, so that you had to clamp your hand on your thigh to stop your legs from shaking aggressively, every now and again he'd lean down and say something like, "You're doing so well." or "So good for me." and your head would spin.

"Coryo," You whispered, a breathy moan falling from your lips, almost loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "I'm getting close, you know how loud I get."

Dessert was being served, now, and you were almost glad that the avoxes didn't have tongues, because you were certain that the one placing your lemon tart in front of you had made a strange face whilst doing so.

Coryo's fingers brushed your sensitive spot once again, and you felt his hand on your back as it arched off of the chair, dimming the appearance of your arousal to the public. "I know. Not going to let you finish, not yet."

He pressed a short kiss to your temple and then pulled his fingers out of you, at which you huffed and pouted, he felt his cock throb, seeing you looking so bratty.

"Coryo!" You whined, bottom lip still jutting out. "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?" He asked, smirk playing on his face. He made you watch as he looked you straight in the eye, lifted his fingers to his lips - still glistening with your slick - and sucked them clean. "Mmh, so sweet, my girl. Now, I want you to go home, familiarise yourself with the mansion - you'll love it, by the way - and wait for me to get there. No touching yourself, you know the punishment for that."

A small smile grew on your face as you nodded. Coryo kissed your face, picked up your dessert fork and handed it to you, gesturing to the food in front of you. As you took your first bite, he slid his own across to the Senator sat next to him. The larger man looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"You can take mine, already had something sweet."

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coryo x reader #coryo snow #president snow #rogue writes

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Munson Twins – Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

The Munsons were always a strange pair of twins. For one thing, they were polar opposites of each other. Eddie was into weird role-playing games. Y/N was into volleyball. Eddie is in danger of repeating his senior year. Y/N graduated early. Eddie is into rock and roll. Y/N plays the classical violin and the piano. Eddie loves black leather jackets. Y/N likes flowery sun dresses. Eddie is kind of a loner. Y/N is more popular than me.

Since Y/N graduated early, we spent our senior year in some of the same classes. That being said, we barely spoke to each other. The most we ever talked was congratulating each other after one of us won a game. All through high school, Y/N and I ran in the same social circles because of our sports so we often went to the same parties. Just because we went to the same parties doesn't mean we were friends.

Not to say I didn't wish we were friends. I've gone to most of Y/N's games and she's gone to most of mine. Whenever I looked in the stands and saw her, I became more self-conscious of my playing. I even went to her orchestra concerts. I usually sat in the back and left before anyone noticed I was there.

Throughout high school, I couldn't get Y/N Munson out of my head. It seemed like everywhere I looked, she was there. Even when I was dating Nancy, my mind often wondered to Y/N when I was alone.

When Vecna started killing teens and Eddie was blamed, my thoughts focused even more on Y/N. I wanted to talk to her about all of this, to make sure she knew her brother wasn't what the town thought, but I also didn't want her involved in any of this shit.

I had to force Y/N to the back of my mind as we tried to help Eddie. When we got stuck in the UpsideDown, I allowed my mind to go back to her, hoping she was safe back in Hawkins. We were walking to Nancy's house and I kept glancing at Eddie. If he knew that my thoughts were constantly on his twin sister, he'd kill me.

"Eddie," I said, clearing my throat as I caught up to him. "Hey, man. Um, listen I just umm. . . I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there."

"Shit," he laughed. "You saved your own ass, man. I mean that was a real Ozzy move back there."

"Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat," he tried to clarify. "Ozzy Osbourne. Black Sabbath. He bit a bat's head off on stage. You really don't know who that is?"

"No," I chuckled. "Sorry."

"Well, anyway, it was very metal, what you did, is all I'm saying."

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Henderson told me you were a badass," he continued. "Insisted on the matter, in fact."

"Wait, Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah. Shit. That kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kind of annoying, to be honest. I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but I guess I got a little jealous." Eddie sighed before continuing, "I guess I couldn't handle the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents. Popular. Chicks love him. And not a douche? No way. It goes against all the laws of the universe and my own personal Munson Doctrine. Then again, that's worth shit because even my sister talks highly of you."

"Y/N talks highly of me?" I tried, and failed, not to stutter.

I looked over to see Eddie smirking at me. He leaned in a little too close and whispered, "Very highly of you."

"Okay," I said awkwardly as I used my elbow to push him away from me. I cleared my throat and rolled my shoulders back.

"All jokes aside," Eddie said, "my sister does think highly of you, dude. Whenever people would start to talk shit about you, she'd instantly stand up for you. I never understood it, but she's always talked about how people should give you a chance. She believes that there is more to you than meets the eye."

"She really thinks that?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Hell yeah," he laughed.

"I guess I always thought. . . I mean, everyone else saw me as a dick. I figured she did too."

"Nope," he teased. "She always sees the good in people. It's extremely annoying."

Eddie walked away, but my mind was going a hundred miles an hour. I thought over the few, very few, interactions I've ever had with Y/N. We walked a few more miles, the others talking amongst each other while I walked behind the group.

"Alright," Eddie sighed as he joined me. "Enough of this. You've been in your head since I mentioned Y/N. What's the. . ."

He didn't finish his thought. Instead, he turned toward me with a smirk on his face.

"Ohhhhh," he elongated. "I get it now."

He playfully pushed me before continuing to walk through the woods.

"Wait," I called out as I chased after him. "You get what?"

"Come on, Harrington," Eddie sighed. "Please tell me I don't have to be the one to point this out to you."

"Point what out?"

"You have a thing for my sister."

"What?" I scoffed. "I don't. . . Why would you. . . That's so. . . No."

"No?" Eddie teased. "You sure about that?"

"I mean. . . That would be. . . Crazy."

"No, it wouldn't," he said simply. He saw the look on my face and sighed. "Look, Harrington, as much as I may not understand it, Y/N's right. You're a good guy. You'd be an even better guy if you'd grow a pair and tell my sister how you felt about her."

"What if she doesn't feel the same?" I asked before I could realize how weird it was to have this conversation with Y/N's twin brother.

"She does."

My heart jumped into my throat at those two words. Eddie didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. He sent me a wink before jogging and catching up with the others.

"She does," I repeated under my breath. "Holy shit. She feels the same."

* * * * *

Three months later, Hawkins was barely rebuilding. After Eddie's death, there were two people I was worried about; Dustin and Y/N. Dustin was doing what he normally does - pretending to be okay so no one would worry about him. I checked in on him almost every day. He was getting better, especially since Max was improving.

Y/N, on the other hand, barely leaves her uncle's trailer. Every single one of us has tried to visit her, but her uncle keeps telling us she doesn't want any visitors. Y/N won't even talk to the kids.

"Hi, Steve," Eddie and Y/N's uncle sighed when he opened the door.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," I greeted. "Is Y/N here?"

He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Look," he sighed, "I really appreciate all you kids have been trying to do for Y/N, but I think it might be best if you give her some space."

"But. . ."

"I'm sorry, Steve," he continued. "I'll let her know you stopped by."

My heart sank as he closed the door. I couldn't get myself to move as I heard Y/N's uncle saying something to her. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying but I forced myself to leave. I turned around and slowly started walking back to my car. As I drove home, I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do for Y/N.

Just when I had lost all hope, I noticed someone pulled over to the side of the road. As I got closer, I recognized the driver as Y/N. She was looking at her engine.

I didn't hesitate to pull over. I got out of my car and started walking toward her.

"Need a hand?" I called out. I instantly cringed when she jumped. "It's just me, Y/N."

"Sorry," she stuttered.

"It's okay," I tried to say lightly. "So, you need any help?"

"This stupid thing won't start," she grumbled. "And I have no idea why. Eddie usually. . ."

My heart sank when she stopped talking. One look at her and I could see the tears building.

"He usually handled the car," she forced herself to continue as she cleared her throat.

"I could take a look," I shrugged. She looked up at me, her eyes softening.

"Really?"

"Of course."

I walked over to the front of her car and examined the engine. The longer I stared at it, the more Y/N giggled. She was laughing at me, but I didn't care. At least she was laughing.

"You don't know anything about cars, do you, Steve?" 

"That obvious?" I chuckled as I turned toward her.

"Little bit," she said, showing me how much with her fingers. She cleared her throat and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I could still help," I said quickly.

"How?" Y/N asked, her voice softening.

"I could give you a ride," I offered.

"Steve. . ."

"I don't mind," I said quickly. "I can take you home or wherever you were on your way to."

"You don't have to," she said quickly. 

"I don't mind," I tried again.

"I can call my uncle."

"Come on, Y/N. Let me help you."

She looked up at me and held my gaze. "Are you sure?" She asked, her voice soft.

"Of course," I shrugged. I held my hand out, not entirely expecting her to take it. When she did, my heart jumped into my throat. Ignoring the circus in my stomach, I led her over to my car. She smiled as I opened the door and held it for her.

"Thanks," she said as she got in. I took a shaky breath as I walked around and got in the driver's seat. I started driving to the trailer park, my nerves jumping all over the place.

"So," I cleared my throat, "how have you been doing?"

"Fine," she shrugged, looking out the window.

"Are you. . ."

"Please don't, Steve," she cut me off. She looked over at me and I could see the tears building.

I nodded before turning my attention back to the road. We went through the rest of the drive in silence. I wanted to talk to her but I wasn't sure how to start a conversation with her. Before I would've liked, we pulled in front of her uncle's trailer.

"Thanks for driving me, Steve," she said softly.

"Y/N, wait," I said as I grabbed her hand before she could get out of my car. When she looked at me, I forgot what I was going to say.

"Steve," she said softly when I didn't continue.

"I just wanted to say," I said slowly, "if you ever need anything, the group and I are here for you."

"Thanks," she said, clearing her throat. She started to get out but realized that I was still holding her hand.

"There's something else," I forced myself to say. I looked into her eyes and gathered all the courage I could before saying, "I'm sorry about Eddie."

She turned away from me but right before she did, I could see the tears building. With the hand I wasn't holding, she covered her mouth. My heart sank when I realized she was hiding her tears.

"Y/N," I whispered. I pulled on her hand and she let me bring her into my chest. As I wrapped my arms around her, she sobbed into my chest.

"I wish we could've done something," I whispered. I pulled out of our embrace and held her shoulders as I looked deeply into her eyes. "I wasn't able to keep your brother safe, but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe."

"Steve," she said under her breath.

"I promise, Y/N, I will always be here for you," I said. "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, all you have to do is call me. Day or night."

"Day or night?" She teased. "That's a little creepy, Steve."

"I didn't mean it like that," I stuttered. "I just meant that if you needed me, I'd. . ."

Y/N cut me off by leaning over and pressing her lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. I gently grabbed her face as our lips moved against each other. When we were both out of breath, we broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other.

"You know," she whispered, "there is something you could do for me."

"Anything," I said instantly.

"I'm starving," she started. I smiled when she didn't continue.

"Y/N," I said softly. "Can I take you to dinner?"

I smirked as I leaned in and kissed her again. I felt her smile as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and pressed my nose to hers.

"If it's not too much trouble," she whispered.

"Not at all."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #season 4 #eddie munson #joe keery #joe keery imagines

[angelxd-3303]

We’re there ever times when taking care of Luigi was to much for Mario?

As much as Pauline hated to say it, she expected some kind of blow up. Since the boys had shown up sick as dogs, she'd nursed them back to health, and they had hesitantly agreed to stay. Mario still shot her distrustful glares, and daily reminded her that if she said a word about them they'd leave. Nevertheless, he was slowly starting to relax. 

His brother's trust in Pauline certainly seemed to help; Luigi quickly latched onto her. She had to admit, the little guy was really growing on her. Pauline had never thought of having kids; far too busy putting herself through school and climbing up the figurative ladder to get where she was. Being greeted by a bright smile and a tight hug every morning, however, stirred something deep within Pauline, and more and more she began to wonder how she ever got on without them. 

Mario was far more reserved, but she counted each approving nod and barely-there smile as a victory. Baby steps.

Pauline couldn't even say how it happened. She had left the apartment to go shopping. All she knew is that she came home to a silence that unnerved her. Did they get spooked and leave?! She called for the boys, praying that they were still there. Finally, a quiet sob drew her into the living room. 

Standing beside the couch was Luigi. The boy had his back to her, but she immediately knew something was wrong. His arms were plastered to his sides, small hands drawn into fists. He was shaking, and turned a tear stained face to Pauline as she approached. Immediately setting the bags down, Pauline was quick to cup his face in her hands.

"What happened, sweetheart?! Are you ok? Where is Mario?" At this, Luigi only cried louder. Pauline sighed, pulling him into her arms. Luigi might have just turned sixteen, but he was still very much an emotional child. 

"I j- I just wanna help!" He whimpered, squeezing her tight. Pauline sat down on the couch, letting the boy cuddle into her side.

"I know, baby. It's ok. It'll be ok. What happened?" Luigi wiped his eyes, shaking his head.

"It's ok. I can…I can handle it." Pauline frowned slightly, but didn't push. Even with Luigi, she had to be careful. Especially when he was like this. Instead, she held him. As he slowly settled down, Luigi let Pauline rub his back soothingly. After a few minutes, he stood. Clearly still upset, the younger brother rubbed his arm sheepishly.

"I…I'm gonna go to our room. If that's ok." Pauline gave him an understanding nod, watching him shuffle out with no small amount of concern. She'd never seen the boys fight, what on earth happened?!

She turned to the balcony, where the slumped figure of Mario drew her attention. She stood, then hesitated. If she didn't get an answer from Luigi, what chance did she have with Mario?

Nevertheless, she continued. She announced her presence with a light tap on the glass door before sliding it open. Mario still flinched, furiously wiping his eyes as Pauline sat down on a chair nearby. Even after a few weeks of being there, the older boy still looked exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes made Pauline wonder if he was sleeping at all…

They sat in silence, Mario stubbornly keeping his eyes on the skyscrapers that surrounded them. 

"Everything ok?" Pauline inquired gently. Mario scoffed.

"Yeah, peachy." He replied tartly. Then, he sighed. His gaze softened. After all this time, it still filled Pauline's heart with pain to see how much older Mario looked than he actually was. 

"Luigi wants to get a job. To help out, I guess. I dunno, I think I just flew off the handle. I just…" He buried his face in his hands, letting out a shaky breath.

"I know the cops are still looking for us, and I'm just…" He trailed off, as if afraid to admit what was so obvious.

"You're scared, and that's ok." Mario's head snapped to look at her, as if bewildered. Pauline offered a gentle smile, hoping it hid the sorrow she felt for the boy. If she'd learned anything about Mario, it was that he hated to be pitied. It seemed to work, and he stared at her as if she'd opened up the wisdom of the universe to him.

"It's…ok? No, but I can't be scared! I've always had to be brave for Luigi, it's my job to protect him!" Pauline sighed, scooting a bit closer.

"Being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid, dear." She explained. "Being brave means doing what must be done even though you're scared, and that's what you've been doing." 

"Mario, you are by far the bravest kid I've ever met, but you're still a kid. The decisions you've made, you've made them to protect your brother. So yeah, it's ok, and even understandable to be afraid."

Mario said nothing, turning back towards the setting sun. His eyes welled up with tears, and a choked sob left him. He clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately fighting the pain.

"Why…w-why is it so hard?" He finally rasped. Pauline cooed softly, scooting even closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders. They were shaking, and Pauline rested her head against his light brown hair. Mario hunched forward, curling in on himself as he finally let out a breathless sob. Pauline pulled him into her arms, and for once he didn't pull away. Instead, his arm came up, fist clutching the sleeve of her sweater. 

"It's hard because you were never supposed to have to make the decisions you did. Your parents let you down, Mario, and you're doing the best you can. Like I said, though, you're still a kid yourself. You were never meant to raise your brother. Look at me, darling." Mario lifted his head, the weariness of those light blue eyes making Pauline tear up herself.

"You are doing the absolute best you can, and that's all anyone can ask of you. Mario, you don't have to do this alone anymore. I'm here to help. Please let me help." The boy blinked at her, more tears streaming down. Then, he surprised her.

He practically collapsed in her arms, arms around her in a death grip as he wailed into her shirt. Almost four years of pain and fear reared its ugly head in the form of heaving sobs and gasps for breath. Through it all, Pauline whispered soothingly to him, rubbing his back. She stared up at the sky, watching the sun go down as Mario cried himself to exhaustion. Finally, the waterworks slowed to the occasional hiccup, but Mario kept his grip on her just as firm. He rested his head on her shoulder, letting the woman run her fingers through his hair. It seemed to calm him, and the tears finally stopped.

Pulling away, Mario flushed as Pauline wiped his eyes. He didn't seem to want to let go, and Pauline wasn't about to push him off.

"I'm…I'm sorry…" Pauline shook her head.

"No. No, sweetheart. It's ok. I understand, believe me, I'm actually surprised it took this long for you to break down. You've been under so much stress, it'd tear down the best of us." Mario only sighed tiredly.

"I can't lose him." 

"And you won't. Whatever happens, I'll be here to help you both." She promised, and for once it seemed as though he believed her. Pauline pulled him into another hug, giving a tearful chuckle as he sniffled.

"Well, I dunno about you, but I do not feel like cooking after all that. How about we order in? Whatever you'd like." Mario looked sheepish, then those eyes flitted up to her shyly.

"Maybe…maybe that pizza joint we got last time?" He inquired, as if Pauline would ever bring herself to say no. As it was, she smiled. She helped him up, and the two walked back into the apartment as the sky grew dark.

"Sure thing, dear. You guys like peppers on your pizza, right?"

Later, they'd coax Luigi out. They'd discuss the matter calmly, and Luigi would decide to wait until he was eighteen. That way, he couldn't be snatched up by cps if they found him. 

Later, over steaming Brooklyn pizzas, Pauline would reflect on the circumstances. She'd never particularly asked for children, but hey!

What on earth would she do without them?

#mario #luigi #pauline Nintendo #my au #parental abandonment tw #fic drabble #hes so tired #Pauline just wants to be a good Mama

[gloriousmonsters]

HECK yes. worstgirl time. (a lot of these are still vague and taking shape and i need to actually figure out when i want to place her death date etc etc...

that said

she had an absent dad (stepped out to buy cigarettes and fucking died) (velvette thinks he just ran off) (all the Vees have daddy issues, this is hers) and a mom who fell into alcoholism due to depression/shit jobs, leaving Velvette to be raised by the TV, fashion magazines and the Internet whenever she got access to computers. so i feel like that explains a lot

I'm toying with the idea she was put in foster care as a teenager, which she was pissed about because she LIKED being essentially a free agent in between the brief moments her mom noticed her existence and they had screaming matches, thankyouverymuch

she was severely bullied in high school for her obvious poverty+being a weird alt girl+the noticeable mental illnesses (mainly anger issues where she would explode and threaten people messing with her, or pick fights with teachers).

was never internet popular or successful in the fashion industry during her life, just an aspirational mean girl who learned a lot about Internet success but didn't have time to implement it for herself, and had a lot of big dreams (mostly involving being handed fashion awards while the bullies from her high school cried)

had turned thirty just a little while before her death, and was experiencing existential terror over how she hadn't found success yet and was going to start becoming a decrepit old maid

owned a lot of ball-jointed dolls who she'd make little outfits for and also be quietly insane with at the end of a hard day (velvette sitting on the floor with two dolls re-enacting a conversation with a coworker: wow, [velvette]! now that you suggest THAT outfit, i see that my idea is stupid and bad! i'm going to go kill myself now!)

(bonus tiny after-death headcanon but. doesn't collect dolls anymore, but will refer to her models as her 'dolls' or 'dollies' sometimes, always in a fake-sweet possessive or threatening tone. it's usually a sign she's pissed with them.)

struggled with ~love~ due to (a) mainly being attracted to guys who were dating other people or out of her social circle/league (b) being a weird little creep whose trouble with conducting normal relationships only increased the longer she went without one and grew more desperate and was ashamed by that and became more cold and aggressive with stronger outbursts of desperation and etc, vicious cycle

ok I've had the vague idea she was killed when she just kind of hit her limit one day and went into her workplace to kill someone (a model or actual designer) she hated--uncaring if she caused some collateral death on the way-- and got killed in self-defense, but now I'm thinking about her working in marketing/advertising specifically because it would both fit her after-death role and because being forced to promote/design ideas around someone you loathed seems like a good source of 'i'm going to fucking murder them' stress

that's all that comes to mind atm 👍

#thnx for the revolving velvette encouragement #hazbin hotel velvette #happy days in hell (hazbin tag) #hazbin velvette #wrt her relationships i love the idea that her and the vees are basically like #yandere4yandere4yandere #(lighter on the 'dere' for some but you know what i mean) #they're all weird obsessive creeps with abandonment issues so it works out

[amaru2020]

Color theory in Mean Girls 2024 (and 2004) and why it matters (long post ahead)

So, like a lot of us, I've seen and fallen down the Mean Girls rabbit hole, and say about the outfits what you will, the costume designs actually did a great job displaying symbolism in characters like Regina and Cady through color alone, let me explain

Random Disclaimer: I'm aware that a lot of what I'm about to talk about was utilized in the original, I'm mostly pulling pictures from the newest version since it's the main focus of this post. There will be mentions of the original, but the newest iteration is my main focus today ^^

Let's start with the film's use of Black

Now, we know in Regina's first appearance in the original, she's first seen wearing pink like the rest of the plastics and doesn't wear black until much later in the film (which I will get to don't worry lol) but what's different with this newest version and what I find interesting, is the decision for Regina's introductory outfit to be entirely black.

now you could be saying, "But Amaru, black is sexy, seductive, of course she'd be wearing it." And you're right! But, black also has some different meanings outside of that, which is power.

The first time Regina walks in, time stops. Everyone's eyes are on her, Cady is in awe, and to sum up the musical number, Regina has complete control over everyone. It's seen again when she sits amongst Karen and Gretchen,, but Regina stands out as the only one wearing such a bold black outfit, signifying her control over the two of them. And not to mention the second she gains even more control over the school by creating an entirely new fashion trend, she's wearing an entirely black dress

Now let's talk about the color, Blue and how it ties in with Black

So, when Regina falls from grace and is shunned from the plastics, notice that it's the first time she wears blue. Blue has about a dozen or more different meanings, but the one I'm gonna focus on now is that Blue can be seen as both a conservative and depressed color

Everyone's eyes are on her in this shot, but this time for a completely different reason than in the beginning, and because we brought up how blue can be conservative, we could read this as Regina not only being upset but not wanting to be perceived.

Let's circle back around to Black and why it's important with Cady

The first time she wears black is when she takes over Regina's role within the plastics and makes the final decision on whether or not Regina can sit with the group. Yes, she's wearing blue, which we will also get to, but also wears a black skirt. It's the color palette she wears for the entire second act.

When she's seen wearing all black, it's at her house party while having reign over the plastics and taking the title of the most popular girl in school. It's also when Aaron calls her a clone of Regina, and Janis confronts her about lying. There she has the realization that she has indeed become Regina.

Remember what we talked about with Regina with Blue? Well, let's apply that same logic to Cady.

During a rewatch I noticed how that during "World Burn" and the scenes that follow, Cady is shot from the waist up, only showing the blue part of her outfit, whenever someone brings up the book, or she thinks Janis and Damian are onto her, or even when they ignore her in the gym, you can only see the blue. (Yes, you could argue the angle was used in other shots, but this felt more deliberate, especially with how much the blue stood out against the otherwise dark color palette of other students and the background) Which from before we established as conservative. meaning that not only does she not want to be perceived by Regina, but as the one who wrote in the Burn Book in the first place.

Okay, let's go back to Regina one more time, and talk about her more prominent black outfit, during "World Burn" and when she releases the book for the school to see and causes a riot. (This is also being applied to the original as well)

Since we've established black is a symbol of power, we can see as more chaos descends on the school (as also seen in the original) Regina is placed in the middle of the crowd, all in black. It shows how she has control over people once again through manipulation. Therefore, showing that she's back on top.

And that's it, everybody! Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Sincerely,

someone who has thought about this waaaaay too much after doing extensive color research for a presentation and does a lot of character design

#mean girls 2024 #mean girls #regina george #regina mean girls #cady heron #mean girls cady #mean girls movie #mean girls 2004 #if anyone wants to come into my dms and talk mean girls I'm open #I need more mean girls mututals #also random but any Pitch Perfect fans out there? Because I could go on for hours about the missed opportunities of Bechloe #and a multitude of other ships #I' need someome to screech with

[sleepylittlenecromancer]

"Just so you know, this whole thing is insanity." James complained as he slumped against the headboard of Lily's bed, watching her pack her things away. Now that they were all finally getting settled in at Headquarters, he had really been hoping to sort of take things to the next level with her. Everyone else was pairing up! And they'd been circling around each other for what felt like ages now, it was only right to make things official. Lily gave him a longsuffering look and just shook her head. "Dumbledore can only pull certain strings so long from a distance."

It wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation, and if she wasn't leaving this afternoon it probably wouldn't be the last. She tried not to be annoyed by it, but the whinier he got the easier said than done that was. Like she was actually excited about moving in with the Malfoys! But her alias 'Ramona' could only be expected to stay in the fringes for so long if she wanted to aim for the inner circle. Being a spy meant being part of their world, as much as a part of her shuddered in repulsion at the thought.

She would be sponsored by the family, initiated in, and then… well, once she was far enough in she could start feeding information back out to the Order. They would have to bide their time though, she wasn't planning on setting herself up to die from being found out. Quietly she tried to tune out what James said, thinking about her few meetings with the family before and running over her backstory in her mind. It had been hard to remember everything, but this was going to be her life now so she couldn't risk messing up by forgetting.

Ramona was a Ministerial ward, coming down from the north on a university sponsorship - potions had always been Lily's favorite class in school, though the memories were tainted when she tried to think back on… him. It was almost inevitable she would see Severus at the parties and such, hearing so much about him from Lucius and Narcissa both. Obviously they both were fond of him, and if they weren't who they were and she wasn't who she was she might have been glad about that. It hadn't taken much more than a few meetings to catch Lucius' eye, a few whispered confessions to Narcissa about being so impressed and intrigued by Voldemort's campaigns, and she was to be brought before the man himself.

The excuse of wanting higher learning quickly fell to the wayside as the couple found someone they could mold into an asset for them, not to mention the extra benefit of a live in nanny for little Draco. She'd met him most recently on their last meeting and almost immediately fell in love with the adorable little baby. He certainly couldn't help the world he was born into, and his friendliness was contagious to smooth away her nerves around his parents.

She'd get settled in at the Manor tonight, then this weekend… her initiation would begin. Even without adding the layer of espionage, the thought of it made her heart race and her blood run cold. She'd been preparing with Alastor as best as she could, strengthening her mind against any invasion and making sure nothing in her expression would give anything away. A simple enough glamour to change her hair and eyes, a few features of her face structure, and if someone didn't Know her they weren't going to recognize her without already trying to.

Giving tight hugs to all of her friends she headed out with Dumbledore to meet his friend at the Ministry who had been acting as her steward. It had been manageable enough for him to fudge her papers and make sure everything was as tight as it could possibly be for being fake. Her shrunken trunk weighed heavy in her pocket, mostly filled with sentimental things as Narcissa had promised they would find her some 'proper' clothing before the weekend. Though it had hardly happened when the woman let her guard down a little she was actually pretty good company.

Ramona had laughed in her presence more than once, mostly at Lucius' expense. It was almost a shame that they had come together because of the Dark Lord come to think about because… no, she couldn't risk getting too close. It was never gone from her mind who they were and what they stood for of course. But the more she played Ramona over the past weeks the more she got comfortable in the role. There was no other option if she was going to meet the others before the end of the week, and even the Dark Lord himself.

Going over everything with the man a final time she signed off on paper after paper, following him to the Atrium floo to Malfoy Manor. Brushing the ash off her skirts she cleared her throat and straightened, prepared smile ready for either Lucius or Narcissa - only to drop in shock when she was met with dark eyes that she hadn't seen in years… Thank Merlin she hadn't let her shields fall, throwing them up as fast and as high as possible out of pure instinct to regain her composure after a few seconds. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." She glanced around the study quickly, hoping Lucius had just stepped out and they hadn't already found out about her. What was He doing here??!

#snily #shadowsofloyalty

[spotsupstuff]

What was capers realization he had feelings for his technician like? Was he confused trying to figure out what the feeling was since I imagine love and romance aren't very widely discussed amongst ancients of higher circles. If so how did he end up finding a word for the feeling? Was it just going through historical records? Old poetry? Accidentally stumbling upon a very cheesy romance novel?

And what was his reaction to finally figuring it out?

well he didn't actually figure it out proper until later! you can see that in the post about him "asking Sparrows out" (i'm still not over that wording)

first they got to a point of being good friends, which happened thanks to Sparrows being so fucking.. nonchalant about everything. she's super awkward around people like her, but thanks to Boreas' bullshit she feels pretty safe with the tincans (funnily enough). from there Euros was like "Man, i want... more. i want to more. i just wanna give her more and i'd like more in return but how would...." n he came to the conclusion that what he wants is some sort of mutual worship of each other (he knew about romance from his research, yeah, but that is always looked down upon up there even though it shows up in movies so he thought that he's feeling something else. something inherently good.)

which yeah! weird! but he Is prayed to by the citizens of Ales and he views the worship as a sort of high adoration/love. it doesn't show with his interactions with Sparrows, but he does have a lil bit of a god complex. being in a relationship with Sparrows rids him of it though

so anyway, as in that post, he proposes with That. Sparrows is like "holy Shit. oh my Fuck. what the frrfrfgrgfgh???" but she's a reasonable kind woman so instead of flat out rejection she asks him to talk about it with her before coming to a decision

they talk for like an hour or so. just kind of explaining what's going on within themselves- especially Euros does his best to explain what's going on in that Hivemind of his. then Sparrows vibe checks it with "bro nah, that's romance you are describing here. like romantic love???" "but romantic love is wrong. i don't feel in the wrong, so it has to be something else." "yea, that's because the first statement is a bullshit" "huh."

so Spars has to explain That, using her parents as an example of romantic love not being wrong in the slightest and admitting that before she went to school she had a few crushes and hoped that one day she'd settle down n have lil bitlets and all that- and none of that is wrong! so Euros has a crisis for a sec about That n has to ponder it for a bit. so Sparrows sits down comfortably and waits for him to come to a conclusion while tryin to figure out for herself if she wants to get together with a "godly" supercomputer (loaded definition, insert all the rain trauma here) n settles for "eh, why not. we'll see how it turns out. worst case scenario we break up n go back to normal. might be a neat experience to learn from i guess"

n then Euros comes back to his puppet and just goes

"WHATTTTTTTTTT THE HELL, YOU HAVE A POINT I AM IN THE ROMANCE???????" n Sparrows replies with a laughing fit

n then they shake their hands on being boyfriend and girlfriend as if they just made a deal

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #''so with the worship thing i just thought id get to sing you a lot of praises daily but if we are in romance and you are my girlfriend...- #-does that....... mean i get to cuddle?????? you????????????'' ''-puts her hand up in a calming gesture- Eventually. Not Yet.'' ''awgh''

[unforth]

Trick or treat, Bingqiu?

You didn't include a trope, so I'm just treating "trick or treat" itself as the prompt. :D

*

Shen Yuan didn't know why he was trick-or-treating. Sure, Ning Yingying was an orphan, but why - out of all the people she could have asked to take her around - had she asked for Shen Yuan to take her door-to-door? He hated Halloween, and he'd been very vocal about that fact while he'd been hanging out around the after-school drop-in, yet when the time came for the kids to pick a volunteer to take them, she'd bee-lined directly to him with a smug look on her face.

Come to think...maybe she'd picked him because he'd been so damn flagrant with his dislike.

Little brat.

There was no malice to the thought, though. It was nearly impossible to stay angry with Ning Yingying; she was so good-natured, and she looked adorable skipping up to a porch-lit doorway with the skirts of her Chang E (full "Over the Moon" pop-star style) skirts flouncing and her pigtails bouncing. Shen Yuan stayed well back as she rang the doorbell on the dilapidated trailer, far enough that he wouldn't have to actually interact with whatever stranger answered the door, close enough that if said stranger proved a danger to Ning Yingying, he could act.

There was a loud ding-dong, then a short pause, and then--

"Trick-or-treat!" Ning Yingying chirped as the squeaky door swung open and...

...and Shen Yuan's jaw dropped...

...because the dude who opened it was easily the most handsome man he'd ever seen. Tall, with long curly hair bouncing about his shoulders and bulging biceps and perfect abs barely contained in a skin-tight shirt. His lips were spread in a broad smile, and his dorito-shaped torso was ogle worthy.

"Okay, next house!" said Ning Yingying.

"What about the candy?" Shen Yuan managed dumbly.

"Uh...I got it already? Duh? Look, he gave me an entire candy bar!"

Oh hell, Shen Yuan had been so busy gawking that he hadn't even noticed.

The man's grin widened, and he gave a sickeningly precious little wave and called in a pleasant tenor, "What, you want some candy too?" His sweet expression didn't flicker an inch; Shen Yuan had no idea if the innuendo was intentional or if he was actually being offered literal candy.

And he was still gawking.

"It'd be no trouble, I've got lots..." Was the man wiggling his hips suggestively? Shen Yuan had no idea.

"Uh..." Shen Yuan licked his lips, swallowed, tried to make his brain work. He was straight! Or at least, he'd always been straight enough that he could pretend away the rest, but this guy... "Maybe if, uh. She wants to go to more houses, yeah? And I wanna be sure all the kids get enough. Candy. I mean, sugar. No." That wasn't better! "Chocolate, or whatever. You know. But when we're done for the evening, maybe we... maybe I'll... circle back, and see if you have anything...any candy...left?"

Ning Yingying was looking at Shen Yuan like she thought he'd lost his mind.

The man was looking at Shen Yuan like he wanted to devour him.

"If you want," Shen Yuan managed into the extending silent.

"That sounds great," the man said with a sudden smoothness and a leer that was definitely (maybe?) sexual. "Don't worry, though. I'm sure I'll have something left that I can share with you."

"Yeah..." Shen Yuan managed faintly as Ning Yingying took his hand and started tugging him down the street to the next house.

"Pssh, you shoulda just taken the candy now," she said, rolling her eyes with an amount of disdain only a ten-year-old can muster. "You know if you get hungry, I'm not going to share with you, right? And he offered!"

Shen Yuan had no answer for that, but was fortunately spared coming up with one as they came to the next walkway and she ran forward to knock.

But.

She was going to ask about this tomorrow, wasn't she.

Fuck my life.

But at least that guy'll fuck my...something...in the fun way, first...

#unforth writes #svsss #bingqiu

[vampryn]

i learned some insane shit about my ex best friend that made me absolutely sick. im so glad i disconnected from her when i did. this girl was legitimately personally invested in being the arbiter of my downfall. the lengths the went to try to ruin my reputation is insane, especially because it just ruined hers in the long run, and cost her a career. after i disengaged i went to therapy to heal the trauma these people had put me through, and she was sitting around circle jerking with my old friends about how awful i was. i was almost murdered, i had drugs pushed on me, i was the butt of every joke, slut-shamed for things i didnt even do, and all i wanted was friends. it's just so fucked up the lengths some people will go to try to ruin your life just because they're jealous and insecure. it literally came down to seething jealousy, but i never saw it that way because my self-esteem was so shattered. i didn't think it was possible for somebody to be jealous of me.. this girl tried to sabotage every single relationship i had while we were friends. every. single. one. and we became friends at 12 years old. she has slept with the majority of my exes. at some point i thought it was a coincidence, but the more ive heard the more disgusted i am that somebody i trusted and cared for would go out of their way to do so much damage in my life. i barely talked about her after i cut ties. we still have mutual friends (the ones who stuck around have no idea what she did to me because i didn't bother telling them-- it's futile to talk about people, i didnt want to give her my attention.) im just so happy i left that "friend" group when i did, because if one of them didn't kill me i would have done it myself. she tried to contact me a few years ago, but i ignored her message. at a point, ive forgiven her for so many horrific things she'd put me through and said to me. some of these things were so unforgivable, i seriously just can't risk being the target of all of this again. i was the child in my family that people liked to put down, and i also had to put up with it at school. for how much shit i was put through i was honestly such a positive kid. i did do and say some things i really regret when i was a teenager, for the amount of pain i was carrying around with me, i did really well for myself.

after revisiting that part of my life with new eyes, im so grateful for my friends i have right now. all id ever wanted in my whole life was friends who just wanted to spend time with me, and i finally have it at nearly 28 years old. i moved to the city ive dreamt of since i was a kid, and i met a bunch of people who genuinely care about my well-being, and will actually do things like bring soup when im sick, remember me on my birthday, defend me when im not around, and they honestly are just decent, lovely people who want to see me do well. and i want that for them too! it's an empty part of my life that ive felt missing for so long, its hard to properly explain to these people how much they've changed me and my outlook (in SUCH a positive way). my situation isn't ideal right now-- but it is temporary, and despite the things ive seen and been through, and that im just out of a fresh break-up, im in a really happy part of my life. and i appreciate that beyond words.

[imthepunchlord]

What if Chloe was Marinette's childhood friend instead of Adrien's?

Chloe over all would be a lot better. Mindful, there's always that possibility that Marinette could wound up in a similar position to Sabrina as she is a pleaser; but I think it's more likely that Marinette would've been a positive influence to Chloe's growth.

The big thing is that Marinette isn't apart of Chloe's elite social circle, so she'd be spending her time among those who have less wealth than her, and I think studies do show that those that have less typically share more and are more compassionate. So as a child, Chloe is growing up around those who are more generous, genuine, and kind. There's no pleasing her for a secret agenda related to politics, and she'll be playing with a child who is very sociable and chances are good for Chloe to play with other kids. She could even have times that she helps around the bakery, and gets a taste of actually working, maybe even enjoys it.

It could even be that if Chloe did get into doing chores and doing actual work, Audrey also could've stuck around; I at least go with the headcanon that Audrey gave up on parenting cause Andre spoiled Chloe anytime she disciplined her, and this was a child who didn't want to work but have things handed to her. Chloe getting into actually working and not making demands of what she wants, that could have Audrey see potential in raising her and sticking around (though Andre spoiling Chloe would still be an issue). And with Marinette liking fashion design, Chloe can get into it and connect with her mother that way. Or maybe she accepts it's not meant to be her thing as she would have Tom and Sabine also there to offer her a form of parental love and acceptance.

It'd honestly be a very beneficial set up for Chloe childhood wise.

I do think she'd still come out of his spoiling and bossy (cause Andre likes to spoil and please his daughter and will drop everything for her), but she'd have a sense of work ethnic, she wouldn't be a bully (and there'd be less akumas), she'd be more genuine, and have friends outside Marinette. She'd be class rep and be fully accepted for the role.

And for Marinette, she'd be a lot more confident and thriving. She'd bring cookies to school with the purpose to share and celebrate the start of the new year than try and get people to befriend her. She and Chloe would sit together up front, and being best friends, there's no need for Alya to fill that position for Marinette. They may not even be close as there's no Chloe bullying her out of her seat.

Alternatively, Alya could befriend Sabrina, who I see following her father's example and is all for justice, or Nathaniel, who also likes superheroes and makes his own herosona, so I could see him and Alya clicking and making herosonas together.

Which, by extension, no bully Chloe, the whole class dynamic could shift. Mylene and Nino may sit together and be theater buddies. Alix may sit with Nathaniel or Ivan; Sabrina would have a solo seat so Alya or Adrien could fill that spot.

And as for Adrien, he just grows up with no Chloe and no childhood friend which I honestly don't see much changing with him as he was already very isolated. I don't see much lost for him when you take Chloe out of his childhood. Don't know if Chloe would end up romantically interested in him though, Marinette for sure wouldn't as Chloe wouldn't gum her seat so no Adrien trying to take it off.

So, over all, we would've had a more enjoyable Chloe and a confident Marinette at the start. They would've become a very capable, if intense, duo.

#ask Punchie #what if #childhood friends au #chloe bourgeos #marinette dupain cheng

[msschemmenti]

traffic jams of the heart // billie dean howard x reader

a/n: posting my older works

warnings: none

"If I could turn back time!" Cher blasted through the car as Billie Dean gazed out the window. She and Y/n had just switched seats and she was more than happy to enjoy the opportunity to relax.

She gazed over at her lover watching as she casually drummed her fingers against the steering wheel to the song. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the younger girl push her glasses up her nose in concentration. The pair were returning from a spontaneous weekend getaway initiated by Billie. She'd been working nonstop the last couple weeks and was in serious need of some time away.

Y/n was fairly busy herself considering her students were preparing for college application season, and being so loved she had several students she was helping. Friday afternoon, when the school day came to an end, Y/n sat quietly in her classroom compiling lists of schools and information for a couple of students when she heard a knock at her door. She looked up and met Billie's warm brown eyes and couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face.

The medium had never come to her place of work. She stood from her place behind her desk and moved to greet the older woman. They were no where near official. They were actually closer to friends with benefits, and Y/n was very confused. They rarely went out due to Billie's status, so to see Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars, standing in her classroom when anyone of her coworkers could see them made the situation a bit awkward.

Billie, on the other hand, was quick to close the space between the two with a hug and a chaste kiss to Y/n's lips. When she pulled away she was quick to push Y/n back toward her desk ordering her to pack all of her things so they could leave. Y/n obviously grew more confused, considering they didn't have plans to her knowledge. But once Billie reassured her that she hadn't forgotten about anything and that this was solely her doing, they were heading out of the school.

Leaving her car in the parking lot of the school, Billie whisked her away to a relaxing weekend with just the two of them. It was an amazing way to unwind a bit and she always loved spending time with Billie. They'd spent the weekend wrapped in their own world and it definitely reignited a few feelings y/n wasn't aware she still had for the medium. The domesticity of the entire weekend had her longing for some stability in her love life.

Y/n had stumbled into this friends with benefits things after a one night stand that neither of them could get off their minds. Once they reconnected, the pair let the anxiety surrounding rejection keep them from exploring anything more than sex. Of course they grew to know each other during each meeting and now here they were, in this state of confusion concerning their feelings for each other.

Y/n sighed heavily as the traffic thickened and the cars in front of them stopped moving. A traffic jam. Just what the pair needed.

"There must be an accident or something." Y/n felt herself mumbled out as the current song faded out.

"You're probably right. It's fine though, I could do with a little more time with you before we get back to reality." Billie said softly, almost timidly.

Y/n felt herself smile and finally took a hand off the steering wheel offering it to Billie, who gladly took it and tucked it securely in her own. It was moments like this when Y/n wanted to just confess her feelings for the medium. But she can't help but to think that if Billie Dean really wanted more with her, she'd have said something by now.

So as they sat in a traffic jam, holding hands, listening to Cher. They were stuck in more than one traffic jam.

Billie drew circles softly over the exposed skin of Y/n's arm and smiled as she felt the goosebumps appear under her touch. She loved the effect she had over the younger woman. Y/n was so confident in her classroom, but as soon as Billie was around it was a completely different story. Billie loved knowing she was the only person to make Y/n feel that way and the thought of her having that interaction with anyone else almost had Billie spilling her guts to the teacher. But of course she was terrified their ages would get in the way of anything they'd potentially have. Y/n was young and still had her life ahead of her. Why would she want to be tied to an older woman.

So as you can see. An emotional traffic jam. With absolutely no movement forward or backward.

As the cars slowly rolled forward Y/n's phone rang from the cup holder in the center of Billie's car. She turned to grab it and examined the number curiously and quickly answered it.

"Hello?" She asked slowly. Billie looked on skeptically. The pair had insisted on no phones for the weekend, but Y/n seemed very concerned about this call.

"Yes I'm listening Abigail." Y/n spoke into phone sending an apologetic look toward Billie who still had her hand. "No I'm not home, why?" Billie perked up a bit hearing the older female voice through the phone.

"I thought we could spend the weekend together, but when I came by you weren't home."

"Oh I went on a last minute trip." Y/n said removing her hand from Billie's to scratch the nape of her neck anxiously. Billie caught the act and felt the jealousy flaring within her. Who was making her girl anxious? Who was worried about her girl's whereabouts?

The traffic started to clear and Y/n's free hand went back to the wheel as she started steering them toward the school. A sign they were parting ways soon and Billie Dean felt her heart drop in sadness.

"Abigail, you can not just show up to my building without tell me." Y/n said down the phone cause Billie's brows to furrow.

"I know what I said Abi. And the offer will always stand-" y/n started but was cut off by the person on the phone.

"Exactly, so What's the big deal, it's not like you're dating anyone right now. It shouldn't be a problem." Abigail said.

Y/n turned to meet Billie's eyes for the first time since answering the call. "Abi that's none of your business. I'd just like some notice before you just come to my apartment. Even if I'm not in a relationship. Listen, I'm about to pick up my car. We'll talk about this when I get home." Y/n said down the phone before hanging up and turning into the parking lot of the school. She parked the medium's car right next to her own and put the car in park.

She went to remove her seatbelt and exit the car when Billie reached over and turned the car off. She exited the car first popping the trunk to retrieve Y/n's bag. They met at the trunk of Y/n's car and stood quietly for a moment.

"Thank you for this weekend. I really enjoyed spending it with you." Y/n smiled up at the medium. Billie sent her a smile but decided it was time for their cars to move in the right direction.

"Who is Abigail?" Billie Dean asked moving her hair out of her face.

"Oh Abigail is my ex." Y/n spoke honestly as her eyes shifted to her feet.

"Oh...why is she at your house?" Billie asked sitting the suitcase down.

"Well she's had a kind of hard life and I've always tried to provide her with some kind of support since she has no family around. So I told her she could come by whenever she needed." Y/n tried to explain as vaguely as possible.

"Should I be worried?" Billie finally asked, raising her eyebrow in question.

"I-" Y/n started but stopped once the words registered in her brain. "Why would you be worried Billie Dean?"

"Well I don't just spend romantic weekends away with just anyone." Billie said suddenly growing shy.

"Well I don't just sleep with just anyone. Despite what you may think considering how we met." Y/n said cheekily as she reached to take the older woman's hand in her own.

"Good to know." Billie said meeting Y/n's eyes.

"Okay. Maybe we can do this again sometime." Y/n suggested.

"Oh most definitely. Maybe we can be more than friends by the time we go." Billie suggested softly

"Well, we could be more than friends right now." Y/n thought.

As the thought crossed her mind she watched as the medium's facial expression altered. "Do you mean that?" Billie asked with wide eyes.

Y/n could feel her face heat instantly as she realized she spoke aloud. "...If you want that." Y/n said suddenly losing the confidence she briefly had.

"Well is that what you want?" Billie asked stepping closer to Y/n.

"If I say yes are you going to run?" Y/n said.

"Only if you ask me too." Billie Dean answered bringing her hands to Y/n's waist.

The pair couldn't fight the magnetic pull that pulled them together at this point. The emotional clarity was opening their eyes and their hearts to this new experience and they were loving it. Billie leaned down connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. A kiss that was familiar but screamed new in both of their hearts.

They broke apart breathlessly and found their eyes gazing lazily at the road ahead. All figurative and literal roads were clear and ready to be traveled. Together.

#ahs sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson x you #sarah paulson #billie dean howard x reader #ahs oneshot #billie dean howard #billie dean x reader #billie dean howard imagine #msschemmenti

[morganaseren]

kicks down your door. have you considered niamh/bethany/leliana before, and if not, what is a poly ship that you think would be more effective/you like better, if you're so inclined

Friend, you are now going to take responsibility for all my rambling because now the plot bunnies won't stop with this idea. Okay? Okay! 😂 Everything shall be below the cut because of the length.

So there is a bit of an age difference between the three of them. I'm going to use their Inquisition ages here per my fic because I'm so used to writing their characterizations from that time period. That means Leliana is 37 (or roughly around that age, depending on how you want to interpret the source material), Niamh is 33, and Bethany is canonically 30 by then.

I'll preface this all by saying that I think they would work well together in an AU because so much of DA's canon world state surrounds Niamh and Bethany in such doom and gloom (both the Cousland background and the fate of the Hawkes are just so tragic), and I actually want them to be happy without having them wallow too much in that.

Having said that, you won't see the usual prejudices depicted in the games, especially in regards to mages. Circles exist only in the sense that they're schools of magic with students who can freely come and go within them. Thus, Niamh's and Bethany's respective positions in the world of Thedas would be nearly as prominent as Leliana's own status as Left Hand of Divine Justinia.

Considering Leliana's reputation, everyone outside her personal circle would assume the Knight-Enchanter and Necromancer she's in a polyamorous relationship with must be absolutely intimidating.

In reality, they're like the nicest women you could ever meet.

I've always viewed the Knight-Enchanter class to be something like a doctor in our world albeit on a completely different level. I mean, they literally have the power to resurrect people and help regrow lost limbs, and that's on top of already being able to conjure a sword made completely of magic! How mindblowing is that?!

But with any doctor comes the aspect of patient care obviously, and considering the headcanons I have of Bethany in OtSttCA taking in a lot of abandoned mage children during the Templar-Mage war, I imagine she'd be the head healer of a charitable clinic, who specializes with younger patients dealing with chronic illnesses.

That's the sweet, nurturing part of her, but anyone who has ever played the Knight-Enchanter class know all too well just how tanky these mages are. Like, holy shit, do you realize how much damage a solo Knight-Enchanter can take against a High Dragon in Nightmare mode?? Absolutely stunning! And now because of you, dear Jelly-friend, I now envision Bethany conjuring a magical battleaxe instead of the typical magical sword. It's badass, and I love that for her!

I mentioned Leliana is also dating a Necromancer, so, yes, Niamh's canonically a Necromancer in Inquisition. Outside the game, it's honestly because I already played a Knight-Enchanter before and wanted to try something different. In-game logic though? Some aspects of the Necromancer class reminded Niamh of Morrigan, and she chose it as a way to honor one of her first and truest friends outside of the Circle.

Plus, Niamh's fascinated by the metaphysical aspect regarding the class, especially when you add spirits into the mix. Beyond that though, Niamh is just an absolute nerd. Like, she greatly enjoys learning just for the sake of learning, so despite being one of the most respected figures in the magical house of dark arts, Niamh's just an absolute cinnamon roll. She'd rather talk your ear off about her work rather than resort to violence most of the time. Like with her elemental magic though, she tends to use her powers of necromancy in rather innovative ways, which has earned her some measure of fame.

For instance, there's a vase of Andraste's Grace that Leliana always keeps on her desk. Most assume that she regularly changes out the flowers within them, but no. They're actually the same flowers she's kept for years, and they were originally gifted to her by Niamh. She somehow managed to use her abilities to encapsulate the very energy inside the flowers and have it cycle in a near endless loop to keep them looking as lively as the day she first picked them.

Niamh was very proud of herself when she figured out how to do it. 😄

Keeping with that arcane user reputation of hers though, Niamh also learned shape-shifting from Morrigan—mostly because I think it would be hilarious if Cassandra or some other Chantry official would try to rouse Leliana for some incident that could just as easily be dealt with tomorrow only to find this large, black wolf sitting directly in front of the door regarding them with an air of utter disapproval.

When the Chantry officials are being particularly obstinate though, Bethany even joins Niamh by camping out in front of Leliana's door to further bar them from disturbing Leliana from her much-needed rest (that Bethany firmly insisted on and Leliana only somewhat begrudgingly agreed to after certain favors were promised in return for her obedience in the matter... 😏).

"The Left Hand has spent nearly the past fortnight ensuring enemies of the Divine were apprehended by her network if not outright routed into the Chantry's respective military forces," Bethany begins while not bothering to look up from where she's reading updates regarding her various patients. "Unless Her Holiness desires her presence herself, then I will trust you're all capable of dealing with a situation that is hardly between life and death." She barely smothers a smile when she hears an audible huff of incredulity from the wolf she's leaning against, gently ribbing Niamh in half-hearted reprimand. "Good day to you all."

But, yeah, despite being the youngest of the bunch, Bethany's usually the one making sure no one overworks themselves too much; that caring healer trait of hers doesn't always leave once she's done with her patients in the clinic. 😂 Niamh would absolutely forget to eat and just stay in her personal office for hours on end to write new academic dissertations while Leliana would be lost in the endless mindset of "Just one more report to read!" or "Just one more situation to deal with!"

Of course, while Niamh and Bethany are seen as outwardly sweet women, they can still utterly devastate their enemies with their respective magic. In that same sense, Leliana is often regarded as a rather terrifying woman, who casts a shadow across all Thedas with the reach of her spy network, but with her lovers, she's as gentle and loving as can be. 🥰

But to answer your other question, I think one other poly pairing that I'll probably have to write about at some point would be Isabela/Hawke/Merrill.

Honestly, there's a lot of women in the DA series that I would like to write about more such as Anora or Shianni, but I don't know in what context yet. 👀

Thanks for sending this in, friend! This was fun to think about!

#lee's inbox #leliana #bethany hawke #female cousland/leliana #female cousland/bethany hawke #jellydishes #AU: The Magic Floating in the Air #OT3: A Cluster of Colors and Twine

[meefy]

🍎🍍🌽 for Feanne, 🌶️🥬🥔 for Feiran!!!

Thank you friend!

Féanne:

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else? Her twin brother (Feiran)! He is the only family member she had growing up who stuck by her and with whom she could talk, and they were (and still are) very close. She would do anything for him.

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not? She's fairly bold and adventurous, so she'd probably give it a go at the very least!

🌽 [CORN] How good are they at hiding and finding their way? Féanne is sneaky and very resourceful. She has snuck out of her house more than once as a teenager, usually to go into the neighboring town, and, during banquets or balls her parents dragged her to, liked to hide under the dining tables to avoid having to dance or speak with anyone. She is very creative so having to hide or find her way out of somewhere is not a worry for her.

Feiran:

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them? Likely his older brother, Aleyan, who has strict standards he wants Feiran to live up to and goes about it in a very controlling, oppressive sort of way. Feiran is much too timid and passive to ever actually admit that, though...

🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way? On the outside, he probably looks anything but mundane: knight and member of a wealthy and prominent noble family, and the brother of his knights circle's commander. But if he were truer to himself, he'd probably be inside reading or in school studying sciences. He is a nerd at heart, and he is perfectly alright with being a little "boring" to those around him.

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about? He is very shy, in contrast to the rest of his family. He does not speak his mind very often, and usually only with his sister Féanne. He prefers to just get lost in his thoughts than do any sort of loud or physical activity.

#asks #oc:féanne #oc:feiran #my ocs #akagami no shirayukihime ocs

[inspotlight]

a brain dump for nini's scream verse is below the cut. spoilers are very present but this is also severely canon divergent when it comes to a plot point in the movie. i do not suggest reading this if you have not seen the movie yet. this will also spoil season three of the scream tv show.

the beth and kirby mentioned in this brain dump are specifically the beth and kirby that i write at @maskedsocio and @wylmn respectively

okay so for this verse, nini is kirby's cousin. biologically at least, but until she was 18 and met her dad officially, she didn't know. so she decided that even though her dad wasnt really up to being her dad, she wanted to know his family, bc theyre her family, too, and if he's not against her telling his family that she's his daughter, then she's gonna try to forge those relationships bc family is important to her and hers was always so small, so.

kirby, having been in atlanta, invited nini to come stay with her for a month or so that summer after senior year and nini was so excited. she'd heard about kirby before. woodsboro was a bit far from salt lake city, of course, but she'd heard the stories. she was actually a little stunned when she learned she was related to kirby reed.

so, nini is hanging around atlanta for a couple months, and she meets a girl named beth, who kirby introduces her to. they're not that close in age, there's like... a 3/4 year difference. so basically the sam/kirby age gap (which i think has been retconned a little bit bc its been a year and now theyre saying sam is 26 but she was only only like 22-24 in the last movie, but i digress)

anyway so nini and beth kinda hit it off and then after the summer, nini heads off to nyu. since her ties arent to the scream 5 kiddos im not sending her to blackmore tbh. specifically, she's enrolled at tisch and will be pursuing drama as undergrad before pursuing a cinema studies degree as a grad student. nini doesnt really think anything of beth and goes about her life.

so here's a little canon divergence: beth should def have been dead for like 4 years at this point so im converging the scream s3 timeline w/ the scream 5/6 timelines to make this all work. therefore, after nini leaves to head to school in new york, beth commits her murders, and is "killed" (i still dont believe this and had hoped they were gonna ref her in the movie but... its fine)

so basically, some more divergence, the whole time, kirby was actually beth's mentor. while she was in the fbi, she was also connecting with beth after she was fired and declared mentally unstable (because i will be going that route for these portrayals) so nini is kinda blissfully unaware of this and they write off the atlanta murders as a copycat who was just really into the stab franchise and the true crime story of woodsboro. kirby being in the fbi benefits her because she can cover up any trace of her involvement with beth and she's one of the police officers on the scene when beth is declared "dead" (she's taken to a mental hospital where she will be for a while) but kirby decides to follow nini to nyu and start enacting her own requel/spinoff bc why not??

kirby has snapped and she's ready to avenge charlie, who she kinda sees as her guardian angel. she's definitely romanticizing the guy who killed/almost killed her and in her delusional state, she has convinced herself that they were supposed to die together, but now that she's alive, she should be continuing the legacy.

nini, for her part, is blissfully ignorant about beth's murders and kirby doesn't mention it on the phone. but when the murders begin anew in nyu and kirby comes on the scene pretending to be with the fbi, nini is happy to have her cousin back in town. she gets to know the core four + friends this way and kinda worms her way into their circle. of course, they like her, but they dont necessarily trust her, and like... of course they shouldn't, that's just good logic.

but nini is just happy to hang out with some people her own age who have a connection to kirby. and kirby doesn't let nini in on her little murderous secret, so nini gets attacked at some point and "left for dead", but also kirby calls in the attack bc thats still nini and she's no jill roberts she's not gonna leave her family to bleed out and die.

kirby does survive and there's a showdown bc the kirsch family are still involved, but she frames them all for all the murder so that she doesn't get arrested or sent to a psychiatric facility of her own like beth. but she has plans... she's kinda growing her own little online group of ghostfaces around the world to start a reign of terror. meanwhile nini really has no clue but she's def be emerging as the sidney prescott of this verse when she does realize what's going on and steps up to the plate.

#scream 6 spoilers // #scream vi spoilers // #spoilers // #scream tv spoilers // #━━ ♡ it’s a scream ; baby [ v32 ]

[cure-icy-writes]

I’m jumping off of the Dress Up Darling post, and I think the wish fulfillment (at least in my eyes) us a two fold thing. That it can be read as the freedom to express your sexuality without drawing awkward attention to yourself or being degraded for it (I know some high school teachers of mine that would have flipped at Marin and how dresses+acts because of the belief she’s presenting temptation for guys to fall into), but also freedom of expressing interests in general, even if people would view the interest as something weird to have. It’s not just the popular girl liking anime, but enjoying it so much she wants to express her love via dressing as characters she loves. You’re the cosplay expert out of the two of us, so correct me if I’m wrong, but from what I’ve seen, cosplay still tends to get judged from an outside perspective because it gets viewed as weird. Because Marin and Wakana’s relationship is initially formed on the basis of cosplay, she doesn’t have to without her interests from him, and thus they can grow closer with one another. There really isn’t a fear of judgement, or at least a strong one. Marin can freely express herself, both in terms of her sexuality and interests

This is based off of my own experiences (school uniform standards can be whack) as well as my own journey with my sexuality and my physical presentation (which tends to lean more into body image issues than sexuality), but I thought I’d throw in my two cents

god i had such a hard time getting into cosplay initially because of the stigma. men are so so creepy and weird about it, and then there's this niche circle of male nerd hatred directed towards women not only being a part of 'their' fandom spaces, but having a voice and expressing their sexuality. I really just wanted some way to motivate myself to sew new things, and since I didn't have much fashion sense of my own at the time, I leaned towards cosplay as a potential way to do this. I was self conscious about the entire process, and school didn't make it any better. Sure, I got some small amount of admiration for my sewing skills, but I dreaded to actually explain what I was making.

And honestly, the fact that Marin wanted to cosplay a love interest in an 18+ game? Despite having very little sewing knowledge? Oh, she'd get ripped to shreds and passed around 4chan for SURE. But she's just... really passionate. About the character arc of a 'tumblr problematic,' sexy female character. And a lot of people can't understand why, can't see past the idea of sexiness as inherently objectifying and/or tempting. They can't comprehend female sexuality outside of the heterosexual male gaze looking down in disdain.

idk, you see a lot of sexy cosplays out there. And it's hard to tell how much of that is genuine self-expression and how much is motivated by the crummy world we live in. But those get a lot more attention, positive and negative, to the point where it feels out of proportion. There's this assumption that if you're into cosplay, you just put on your wig and pushup bra and instagram filters and that's all there is to it. But that's not it. There's so much work that goes into it, that goes largely ignored, and people still want to see it as an object, content to consume, rather than real people who learn.

I tried so many new things that i wouldn't have had a chance for otherwise. Explored aspects of myself, of stories. Heh, I even learned to walk in heels for cosplay-- bad idea, doing that the week before the con. Would not recommend, at all. I researched the inspirations behind each character when choosing materials and construction, I recreated concept art, and I got more comfortable with my body the way it was.

I try not to get too deep into the mainstream cosplay culture-- the idea of canon compliance as the pinnacle to be aspired to, and all the recycled beauty standards. Because at the end of the day, it's a personal journey of self discovery, yknow?

Marin and Wakana are a really interesting pair of characters, I think, because of how much they play with the idea of beautiful girl/ordinary guy. Marin has good looks and social standing, but she wants someone who will respect her for the messy, impatient, nerdy person she is, and she doesn't want to settle for anything less. Meanwhile Wakana is deeply focused and knowledgeable when it comes to clothing and dolls, but socially oblivious and deeply self-conscious about his interests despite wanting to make a career out of them. They are described as living in different worlds, but honestly? Despite being "the girl who has everything," Marin still feels isolated from her peers who don't get the intensity of her desires or her need to be understood.

Normally, they would have no reason at all to talk. But I hope this allows both of them to be confident and appreciated for their talents and desires.

#oops i went on a ramble #anyways yeah the fanservice is kinda excessive but if the characterization game is staying strong #i think i'm gonna keep watching