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msbigredmachine · 1 month

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New To This - Chapter 1

Jaded by her fiancé’s disinterest in her ambitions to become a professional wrestler, Delilah Parrish’s life takes an interesting turn when one of WWE’s top names offers her the support she’s not getting at home.

Pairing: Jey Uso/OC

Warnings: As we go along...

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This was initially a Roman fic but I realized I have too many upcoming stories featuring him, so I switched it up and passed it off to Jey. Hope you enjoy!

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“Come on, Parrish, move your ass! Get on her!”

The damp, unruly strands of baby hair in Delilah Parrish’s eyes temporarily obscured her vision and made it difficult to take on her trainer’s instruction. Brushing them away impatiently, her mind flitted to the next line of offense, but her opponent had tackled her to the canvas before her thoughts could fully register. The hard surface made unfriendly contact with her body, but the rushing adrenaline helped fight off the pain, and she battled with her opponent trying to twist her body into a sleeper hold. Delilah tried to concentrate on countering the hold, but between the hundreds of thoughts scrambling around her head and the yelling coming from outside the regulation wrestling ring, it was a near impossible feat.

“For fuck’s sake, Parrish, what are you doin’?” Pounding his palm hard on the mat, her trainer, Makena 'Tank' Kalua, shouted again. “Quit pullin’ her arm like that! You’re gonna break it!”

The other woman, an older, more experienced student named Janie from England, easily slipped out of the armbar Delilah was attempting on her and sat up, seizing both of Delilah’s legs and twisting them in a figure-four leg lock. Usually it was Delilah’s job to sell this move, try to roll over to ease the pressure, or even grab the bottom rope for relief, just like she’d learned. Instead, she kicked her legs carelessly, grunting as she wildly fought out of the hold.

“What the fuck! Is that what I taught you?” Tank screamed again. Blowing the whistle around his neck, he reached under the bottom rope and grabbed Delilah by her leg, forcibly dragging her out of the ring and setting her on her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Huffing irritably, Delilah yanked her arm away from him and marched away to the other end of the warehouse, ignoring Janie and the other girls that glared wearily after her, wondering what Tank saw in her to begin with. Delilah wondered that herself sometimes.

Ever since she was a little girl growing up in the tiny town of Pensacola, Florida, she dreamed about being in the middle of the fabled squared circle, performing for sellout crowds all over the world, making a name for herself in the notoriously tough wrestling business. And now she was finally getting her chance. In two days’ time, she would be partaking in her very first singles match, lacing up the boots she had worked two extra shifts at the local gym to afford. At last, she was taking that small step towards her dream.

So why did she not feel ready? Why was she doubting herself at the last hour?

One word; Andre.

She was starting to lose count of how many fights they’d gotten into in the six months since she’d embarked on what her fiancé openly thought was her childish desire to become a professional wrestler. Once he realized that it wasn’t just some hobby she would lose interest in after a week, his support began to dwindle more and more as the months went on. There were heated arguments between them on a weekly basis it seemed, mostly on what her ambitions were costing the couple financially. After all, they still had a wedding to plan; their already tight budget was being nibbled at by her exorbitant wrestling class fees. There were bills to pay around the house; she’d already squandered a month’s salary to purchase her wrestling outfit and boots. Yesterday, Delilah had kept quiet, refused to argue, and let Andre vent all he wanted. But this morning, her nerves were starting to kick in over her upcoming match, and when Andre began another tirade as he headed out to work, she not-so-politely shut him down. Tempers were lost and words were exchanged, and both left the house angry. Delilah hadn’t heard from him all day. Secretly, she was glad. She didn’t need his crap today.

Evidently, Tank didn’t need her crap either. The trainer usually gave her some leeway but today he wasn’t having it at all. “Hey, get your ass back here!” His deep, angry voice sounded behind her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. “Where ya goin’ huh? You wanna run home like a little girl?” he asked her. “Go ahead, go.”

“Just stop, alright?” Delilah snapped, her fists clenched involuntarily as she fought the urge to hit him right in his face. Unfortunately she didn’t stand a chance against him, not when he weighed over a hundred pounds more than she did and was an entire foot taller than her, and certainly not with his over two decades of wrestling experience in comparison to her puny half-year.

Moving closer to her, Tank placed a calloused hand on her shoulder. “What’s goin’ on Dee? You’ve been acting up today.”

Delilah knew she was among the very few trainees Tank afforded the luxury of his concern and sympathy. She liked to think it was because she was one of the teachable ones, easily picking up the wrestling moves like she’d been doing it for years. She was always one of the first to arrive and one of the last to leave, helping set up the ring and take it down after classes. Her attitude was refreshing, and she eventually managed to become something resembling a friend to him.

But there was only so much friendship could do for her current situation. Running a hand through her hair, Delilah tried to figure out where to start answering his question. She was fuckin’ tired, for one. She was wrestling in front of an actual crowd in a mere forty-eight hours. Her fiancé was being an ass. Her pride however, wouldn’t let her say those things out loud. That he considered her to be a friend didn’t mean she had to go crying to him for every problem she had. “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she murmured, choosing to focus on the Polynesian tribal tattoo spread over his right arm.

Tank rolled his eyes with a huff. “We both know that’s bullshit, but if you say so.” Turning back for the ring, he sighed heavily. “You got sixty seconds to clear your head, then you get your ass back in that ring. We got shit to do so hurry up.” With that, he walked away.

She expected no other response. He never coddled her, not during working hours anyway. She didn’t want him to, either. The last thing she wanted to look was weak in front of fellow trainees; people, as Tank always reminded her, who wanted this career, who wanted this life, more than anything else in the world. And that brought her back to the same question she’d been asking herself for months.

How badly did she want it?

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The next couple of hours seemed to go on forever. Tired, bruised and battered from a long day of training, Delilah hitched her bag over her shoulder and cast a glance at the round black clock on the wall as she walked towards the exit of the warehouse. Andre had sent a text message that filled her with hope of reconciliation after their heated morning. Maybe they could sit down and talk about what had happened, and hopefully work things out like they always did.

“Hey, Parrish, come here a sec,” Tank's voice sounded out of nowhere. “Got someone I want you to meet.”

Sighing heavily, Delilah turned her gaze towards the doorway of the small office where he stood. “Do I have to? I gotta meet up with Dre.”

“He’ll be there when you get home,” he dismissed her excuse. “Come say hi. You won’t regret it, come on.”

With a quiet groan, Delilah shuffled toward the office. “I hope not,” she mumbled, stopping short when her eyes fell upon the hulking, tattooed figure sitting on Tank's desk. Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened, unable to believe what she was seeing. “Oh shit!”

Tank's grin widened as he pushed her further into his office. “Told ya. Delilah, meet Jey Uso. Jey, this is one of my students, Delilah Parrish.”

Standing up from his place on the edge of his friend’s desk, Joshua Fatu extended a hand to the toned beauty standing in front of him. He smiled when she placed her hand in his, noticed how it trembled. “Sup, Delilah, nice to meet you,” he said.

Delilah tried to reply, but her mouth seemed to have forgotten its primary function. She could feel her face burning as she continued to hold his large hand, wanting to let go but somehow unable to. It wasn’t every day she shook hands, or was even within a mile radius of Main Event Jey Uso himself. She’d been a big fan of his ever since his debut with his brother, Jimmy. To see them evolve and grow from a tag team to singles stars was so rewarding. The Bloodline storyline was must-see TV for her, and she had found herself sympathizing with the Right Hand Man over the course of the storyline. She followed him on X and Instagram, and had a couple of his Yeet T-shirts. To be in the presence of a man whom she watched on TV every week, a guy she grew to idolize and respect so much, was beyond mind-blowing.

Before her silence could grow awkward, Delilah removed her hand from his grasp. She’d always hoped that the day she got to meet a WWE Superstar, she’d act much cooler and more composed and not like the average tongue-tied fan. She knew she just failed miserably.

Josh crossed his muscled arms over his chest, his gaze firmly on her face. “So Delilah, Tank tells me you gotta lot of potential, uce. Says you’re very talented,” he said, his deep, gruff voice tinged with curiosity.

“Well, all those bumps he’s taken over the years have finally damaged his brain cells,” she said sarcastically, smiling when she drew a laugh from both men, particularly Jey.

“Nah, I’ve known this fool for damn near twenty years now,” said Josh, jerking his thumb in Tank's direction, “If he say you got talent, then you got talent.” He sat back on the desk and let his eyes admire her, silently wondering just how smoking hot the body hidden underneath the baggy clothes was. “So how long you been training?” he inquired.

Delilah shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants. “I started working out about nine months ago, tryna get in ring shape,” she answered. “But I’ve been training for about six.”

Josh nodded his head. “And your first show’s the day after tomorrow, right?” he queried, keeping his eyes on hers.

“My first match,” she corrected him. “I’ve been to a few shows, done some ring announcing, valeted a couple of times,” she added proudly, as though that would make her look more credible in her idol’s eyes. As she spoke, she stole the chance to look him over. Diamond Cuban links glittered around his neck and both his wrists and gave a shine to his fitted Nike sweatsuit that covered up the tattoos she knew decorated a good portion of his russet skin. He was taller than she expected, and just as ruggedly handsome. And those eyes…a hint of danger lurked behind the jovial, friendly facade, very much giving off bad boy vibes. Against her will, she was intrigued.

Ignoring the eye-fucking session going on in his office, Tank patted Josh’s shoulder. “A’ight y’all, time to get outta here.” He ushered the two of them out of his office and towards the exit of the gym.

“So…what brings you back to town, Jey?” she asked Josh as they walked side by side behind Tank.

The Samoan smiled at the young woman who hadn’t stopped blushing since they met. “Not much. Just hangin’ out with family and shit,” he replied. “Thought I’d come visit my mans over here, but now I hear there’s a show in town, I may just stick around a while longer.” He paused, noting the way her face paled a little. “You nervous?”

Delilah blew out a breath. “Honestly? I’m terrified.”

Josh shook his head. “Naw, don’t be. Focus on all the positives, how far you’ve come, and you’ll be fine.”

She nodded and bit her lip. That was reassuring, just a little bit. “Thanks,” she said, noting that her trainer’s car was heading their way. Tank always dropped her off at home as he lived not too far off from hers. “Well, I better get going. It was so cool to meet you, Jey,” she added, thinking it better to wave this time rather than shake hands.

“Same here Delilah. And trust me when I say I’ll be seeing you more often in the future,” Josh replied.

For some reason, it sounded to Delilah like there were a handful of promises in those words, but she waved off the silly notion immediately and opted to leave before she made a fool of herself in front of the Jey Uso. It felt like she was walking on air as she approached Tank's car, still star-struck, still stunned by the last couple of minutes that had just happened.

But then, as she slammed the car door shut, she remembered what was waiting for her at home, and with a tired sigh, she was forced to push the moment away, forced to forget about the intense brown eyes that continued to stare after her even as the car drove away from the warehouse.

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bethanysnow · 1 month

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How I think Stray Kids would date a Plus Size Girlfriend!~ Makenae line!

Hyung Line

-Han

This man is going to deny his feelings so hard???? Like my god- he is gonna flirt with you, hold your hand, be an absolute adorable pain in your ass. Let you in, and if asked about it? Nahh, we are just friends. And its gonna crush you. But he knows as soon as it left his face he shouldn't have said it. He is just protecting his heart and he is scared.

He is so internal about his deep feelings that most people wouldn't be able to tell if he was upset, but if you see that his eyes are gonna light up like fireworks. We see how aware he is around Leeknow, how in the SKZ show he did with Minho he was able to tell like 'wait 10 seconds and if he sighs or huffs he didn't really wanna do it' THIS MAN IS SO DETAILED?! Like we know he is an angst boy, and loves writing heartbreaking songs, I don't think that he would change that about himself, but he would write about your troubles. How he is so desperate to see yourself the way he sees you. Which I think if he was to date a plus-size girlfriend it would unironically be a like Noona thing? We all joke and tease that this man is subby and needs a minho or a dominate woman, but I think he just likes to not have to be 'the pants' as it were. I don't get a super typical masc vibe so having someone who is on the other side of the spectrum is helpful. He isn't a dominant person, he doesn't like the attention a lot of the time. He reminds me of like very calm and collected kinda he will be your peace. He will remind you to drink water, and hold you when you're sad, but also wants to be held.

He will fall in love with you internally and grow to love your body. Which is a pain, but its true I think. First thing out of his boys mouth is how cute you are, and prepare to have your cheeks squished. Lots of demanding kisses, lots of hand holding. If you can carry him? OOO YOU'VE GOT HIM IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND! He loves to be baby, but don't let that fool you that he is any less man than changbin or Channie or anyone else

-Felix

I think out of everyone (this may be controversial) this man is the one that is going to have the most internal problems with the idea. Where for hyunjin its a lot around his perception, but for felix its all internal. I say this because like Chan, he lived in Australia, and moved to Korea. He is going to have a lot of complexes regarding his looks. He went and starved himself for 5 ish days because he felt he needed to for a fashion show. (which isn't true) He did martial arts and as someone who dated a person who also did martial arts with a similar amount of awards, there is so much conversation around what your body can do? In that culture? Pushing past those limits, finding your inner strength. This is great in theory, but not so in practice if done poorly because it forces you to think far more critically and not constructively about yourself. He has on record talked about how not great he thinks he looks and it breaks my heart and I very much think that it would affect a relationship. Not that I think he is worried about public reception, but he might buy into a lot of the bad science that's out there around plus-size bodies. I also think him and Chan would make jokes that aren't that.... well-received?

But if he gets through all of that, you have an absolute dork on your hands. He is so ready to skip chapters and be 4 years married going to your daughter's dance recital. He will dote on you and lay on you, and just hold your face in his hands and squish your cheeks to make duck lips. He is I think like Han in that softer masculinity, not that it's any less masculine. He's just not gonna be very dude-bro about it. If you want to take the lead he's all for it. If you want him to be the lead he'll happily step up. I think like some other members of SKZ he wants to provide for you, he wants to make sure you are happy and taken care of and feel loved. If you have a love language or a attachment style he will research it, or if you have an interest he will look into it to try and talk to you about it. Being plus size I think it wouldn't affect him much and if you needed to sit he'd sit with you.

He knows shame, and so if you were stuck in a situation where you felt shame like going to dinner with friends or being invited to do a day outing and getting winded? He would defend you or try his best to make it suck less. He is such a quiet reliance that he will be your security when the world falls apart.

-Seungmin

This motherfucker doesn't give a single flying fuck about how you look. Or how you think you look or if you think you look bad. It will always go like this

"Whats wrong?"

"...It's nothing"

Punches you in tiny "what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel pretty okay? Or like I deserve you or just gahh!"

"..Well that's dumb. Of course you deserve me. We love each other."

and he will walk away, run back ruffle your hair or give you a kiss and walk away again. THATS IT! I think if it was really serious he would listen and try to help, but he knows hes not gonna change how you feel about yourself in some grand gesture. We know he teases a lot of people, but if you made him aware that 'hey lets not' I think he'd be considerate about it. He'd then tease you about something else, but he knows not to super cross lines set up. If someone around yall makes a 'joke' or tries to make fun of you I believe he'd either try and spin it in a way where its not bad, or he'd play threaten violence but you know its not as...play as people believe it to be. He is I think also in the line of softer masculinity, but is more leaning towards the hyung line of masculine than someone like Felix. (everyone has their moments of course)

He is one of those people that I see wanting an equal partnership, someone he can have banter with (not just be rude and see if you put up with it) but like actual witty banter. He is simultaneously baby but also is happy to hold you close. He doesn't care about looking stupid in public so don't let you think for a moment he wouldn't hold your hand in public. He would bring you up in any conversation, just so proud of you and your accomplishments. He is rather shy of a person, until you get to know him then he is a twerp so if you can bounce with that energy you've got a good relationship in spades.

-I.N

This man is such a dweeb! In a good way! But his clumsy ass would actually be falling head over heels! I dont think hes gotten a lot of outside experience in the dating scene due to school and then just instant idol life? So someone with similar youthful energy that matches his would do really well. I think he'd need someone his age too, unlike Han who would be interested in a noona. Noona stuff for him I feel is more kidding than real relationship material.

This is where I have to apologize to Jeongin stans, I do not have a single romantic or interested bone in my body for IN other than 'he is baby, let me feed him food'. I wanna take care of him like a big sister, not a girlfriend. Though because of this I will link some fics to hopefully make it better. (I haven't read these so be warned)

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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Summary: you have been chosen to participate in a love game reality show, will you meet your soulmate?

A/n: trying something new

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Congratulations! You have been accepted to star in America’s newest reality show. “Soulmates” In this show you will answer questions based on what you look for in a soulmate and our love scientists will calculate a perfect match, but the catch is you won’t know if Mr. Right is actually the real deal until you exchange I do’s at the alter. Pack a bag and fly over to our studio in Los Angeles so we can get you all started!

I read the acceptance letter I got and my heart starts thudding. I signed up for this as a joke! I didn’t think I’d actually get in. I can’t do this! I can’t be on tv in front of millions of people. My parents will see this, my grandma will see this!

I guess I have no choice. I could either find love or if worst comes to shove, I’ll walk away with a million dollars.

I pack a suitcase full of clothes that will last me a month and head to the airport.

The producers of this show paid for everything. My ticket, my room, my wardrobe, ect. The only thing I had to do was show up and make a fool of myself on camera.

“Miss Meyer?” I turn my head to see a girl standing with a clipboard and headset.

I clear my throat before I speak “yes”

“Perfect! We’ve been waiting for your arrival. Right this way!” She beams a smile at me and leads me through the studio to the back room where a bunch of other girls are gathered. They all look like supermodels, I definitely don’t fit in here.

One girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiles at me “you must be Zoey! I’m Alia. Your the last girl that we were waiting for, I heard the staff talking about it” she smiles at me as she extends her right hand.

“Uh, yes, thank you” I smile back and shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Alia. This is-“

“Weird?” She asks as we both look over at the other girls chatting away with one another.

We burst into laughter after a moment of silence “I like you” she tells me.

“I like you too”

A few hours later we’re pulled into wardrobe and told we have 10 minutes to get ready for the cameras.

Each of us have our own personal stylist that chooses our clothes, hairstyle and makeup.

“Good afternoon Zoey. I am Makena, your personal stylist throughout the show.” A dark skinned lady with crazy curly hair and brown eyes smiles as I take a seat in her chair.

“Hello” I smile back.

“First things first, let’s choose you an outfit that will knock those men dead! I have the perfect thing!” She leaves for a second and when I look up in the mirror she’s walking back with the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.

“Put this on” I stand up and grab the dress from her and walk over to the changing rooms.

Once the dress is on i a stare back at myself in the mirror.

The girl I see right now is not who I was 1 year ago.

When I signed up for the show I had just been cheated on by my ex, I was in a low place and I thought signing up for this would cheer me up. I never actually thought I’d get in but now that I am I’m gonna make the best of it.

I step out and Makena’s jaw drops. “Girrrl, you look fan-fuckin-tastic! I’ve done it again” she praises herself with a quick self-five and motions me to sit back down so she can do my hair and makeup.

My hair is all done and my makeup is done, just in time too. The staff call us out one by one, there’s about 8 girls and all of them look gorgeous. My anxiety starts acting up as we get closer and closer to going on stage.

I hear the host announcing our arrival as the girls in front of me start moving and I follow.

As I step out on stage I spot the cameras and the staff behind them making sure everything is perfect. “Here are our beautiful ladies!” The host turns the attention to us as we all have an opportunity to pose for the cameras.

He goes down the line and introduces all the girls along with some of the things they look for in a partner based on the quiz the producers had us take before coming here. Once he gets to me my heart beats louder as he reads my answers.

“Zoey wants someone who is Empathetic, Honest, and Caring. Zoey had also mentioned that she got cheated on a year ago and is looking for someone to mend her broken heart. She is an gallant, creative, and compassionate soul. Let’s give it up for Zoey Meyer, anything to add Miss Meyers’s” he aims the mic at me and I swallow my never as I speak.

“I want to say that although I may seem like damaged goods I’m here looking for a fresh start just like all of these lovely ladies are, I’m excited to be a apart of this and I can’t wait to see where it takes me. Thank you for having me America!” I end my little speech with a confident smile.

The host nods his head and walks back to his original position before exposing how the game works to the camera and to us once more.

After a few minutes of explaining he announces that it’s time to meet the guys and we will get 30 minutes to speed date as many of them as we can.

We all stand in a vertical like as the men are presented before us and the timer starts.

I lock eyes with a brown haired boy whose body is ripped with muscles, not my usual type but he’s pretty handsome, he stalks his way over to me and I smile at him.

“Hello pretty girl, my names Amir. And you are?” He bows in front of me like I’m a princess and it causes me to giggle.

“Zoey” I say as my cheeks flush. I haven’t flirted in over a year and I really need to up my game.

“So, Zoey, I heard your looking for someone empathetic.?”

“Yes. I think it’s important in a relationship to understand the persons feelings even if you might not agree with them, to be able to be understanding and empathetic is very important to me” I say confidently, I need to establish my boundaries so I don’t get stuck with a abusive prick like my ex was. These guys need to know that I won’t settle.

“That’s very understandable, I agree with you 100%, you should never make someone feel bad about having their own feelings. Especially in a relationship.”

I smile at his response.

There’s a moment of silence before I ask him a question.

“So what are you looking for in a girl? Any special features she has to have?” I snort at my own comment and quickly cover my nose up in embarrassment.

Amir shoots me a cheeky smile and winks

“No special features but I do like women who are brilliant and can keep a conversation going, you don’t have to be smart but to be intellectual about things and able to hold a conversation is very attractive to me” he says as he eyes me up and down.

I nod at his answer, it’s both respectable and honest. I think I like him already.

“You look very beautiful by the way, I love that color on you, it really brings out your brown eyes.” He looks into my eyes and smiles.

I feel my cheeks grow hotter as I blush “thank you” he pushes a strand of my brown hair behind my ear and winks.

“We have a couple minutes on the clock. I hate to depart from you but I can’t hold up the line of guys wanting to talk to a gorgeous girl like you” he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek before walking away.

I stand there flustered for a moment before glancing at the clock, 20 minutes left. Focus.

I talk to a few more guys, some I can’t remember the names of and some were just so boring and trying way to hard.

I have one more guy I have to talk too and honestly I hope he makes up for the try hards that were before him.

“Hi, I’m Rafe” the handsome man smiles at me with his pearly white teeth and as I stare into his ocean blue eyes that twinkle, a bit of mischief and a bit of pain in them.

“Zoey” I say slowly as I shake his hand and feel a spark between us instantly. The room fades away as I stare back at this beautiful god of a man and watch him smile at me.

“You.. okay?” He asks as I come back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Think I’m just a little overwhelmed from today. It’s been a long day I think my brains fried” I babble on anxiously as I tend to do and I catch myself “sorry, I talk a lot when I get nervous. People tend to just ignore me, I-“

“Zoey?” Rafe interrupts me and stares at me with a huge smile.

“Hmm?” I say, my cheeks flushing. Great, I already fucked this up.

“I don’t mind the babbling, I think it’s cute. But we only have 5 minutes and I have been trying to walk up to you for the past 25 now” he says as he flashes me his pearly whites.

“Right, sorry” I say hanging my head down in Shame.

“So, question. If you don’t mind me asking. You said you’re looking for someone honest and caring, so why come to a reality show were there’s only people trying to get famous and make money” he asks as he crosses his arms over his body, there not too muscular but there’s enough. Just the right amount.

“Your right. It seems stupid to think you could find actual love on a game show, but I believe in hope, and honestly I signed up for this when I was wasted and drowning my sorrows in chocolate chip ice cream” I laugh at my own sadness.

Just as Rafe opens his mouth to say something the timer goes off.

“That’s time Ladies and Gents! Please find your way back” the host announces as we all scramble back to our original spots.

“Now tonight you will have a chance to couple up with one person that you found a liking too, but before we decide which lady will be picking her soulmate there is an catch. If the guy chosen does not like the girl that picked him and thinks there’s a chance with another one he may turn her down”

We all look at each other and I swallow my nerves, trying to calm the damn butterflies in my stomach.

“Well be back after this short break” the host announces and the camera cut out.

“You all have 5 minutes to drink water, get a snack or use the bathroom” one of the staff members says as we disperse

“Any idea on who you’ll pick?” A brunette with glasses says next to me. “Names Melina, you can call me Mel” she says smiling.

“Zoey, and no. I have no idea who I’m going to pick. There was a few interesting guys I talked too but it’s too early to tell if their just here for money or for something serious” I tell her with a sigh.

“Agreed, anyone of these guys could be a douch bag. But that won’t stop me from climbing into bed with them. Have you seen then? Girl, they are HOT”

We both laugh at her comment and the host announces our 5 minutes are up

“Good luck” Mel squeezes me hand encouragingly before going to stand on her mark.

“Were back, your watching Soulmates. The newest reality dating show and we are just about to let the ladies pick their first couple!”

I twist my hands in anticipation as the host explains how when we were doing to speed dating the audience watching was placing votes on who their favorite girl was and that girl would go first.

“In first place we have… Zoey Meyers! Congratulations Zoey. Come make your choice”

He smiles at me as I stare back in shock. He calls me over with his hand and I walk up slowly. I stare at the men before me and they all smile at me.

I lock eyes with one and I instantly know who I’m picking.

“I pick… Amir”

Everybody claps as Amir walks out of the line.

“I’m glad you picked me, I was hoping you would” he flashes me a smile before intertwining his fingers in mine and walking us back to the line up.

The rest of the girls choose their couple and Rafe ends up with Carolina, a brunette with perfect cheekbones, perfect nose and plump lips that aren’t too big but also aren’t too small. Her eyebrows are arched and frame her face beautifully. Honestly I’m jealous, I don’t know why. I could have chose him but I just felt like he would have turned me down. Plus, he and Carolina look like the dream couple paired up together.

“Now that all our ladies and gents have been coupled up its time to announce phase 2 of our game. You all will be flying to the Bahamas, were you’ll be living on a remote island for one month!” The host says.

I turn to Mel and Alia and see them with their boys and smile. They look like a perfect match. I’m glad to have made some friends here already.

I look up at Amir and he smiles down at me, “you excited to live with me for a month?” He asks.

I tighten my grip on his hand and squeeze “of course”

“Until next time on… Soulmates”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Therapist! Andy or Cult Leader! Thor?

I went off.

Sacred Vessel

Warnings: noncon, cult behaviour, fear, breeding kink, praise.

Character: cult leader!Thor

So I never got to do a cult fic before and not for lack of wanting. Please let me know if you enjoy. And all your other thinks and thots.

“Sister,” Lorraine’s voice draws you from your trance, the blur in your vision narrowing to a crisp focus. “Don’t forget your lilies.”

You face her, wincing as she lifts the band of petals over you. She places the crown on your head and pins it in place, the babble of those around you both calms and sparks your nerves. The swathes of white are endless as nearly a dozen women linger in anticipation.

“Thank you,” you exhale, your ribs aching at your realisation of your baited breath.

“Don’t be nervous,” she touches your arms just above your elbows, a comforting squeeze before she trails down your sleeves and flutters the loose trumpets of fabric, “you will be chosen. Trust in the storm.”

“Sister,” you bow your head.

She doesn’t know you don’t fear being unchosen, no it is the alternative that frightens you. It is unsaid among the others in the room but speaks in their nervous steps and wringing hands. Each plucked for their chastity, assured that it is the Storm that calls them to serve.

Lorraine parts and goes to Makena. They exchange brittle smiles as the former adjusts the latter’s crown of flowers. You shudder and fold your hands over your stomach. The ceremony will be soon, the dawn rises and beckons to the storm, grey clouds roil in the distance.

Anika sniffles as Lorraine nears her and wipes away the tears with her thumbs. She reprimands her gently until she mops her face with her sleeves. You have to look away as you fear your own dread might spill forth.

There is a knock at the door that silences the women. You all turn to look as Lorraine, ever the boldest, goes to open it.

The Mother of the Storm enters, her head held high as her silver and golden waves ripple down her shoulders and back. She wears a deep shade of blue that represents the Storm, as the Master of the Storm shall wear black to signal the Eye.

“Maidens of the Storm, you have been chosen,” she declares, “and so comes your time to be blessed by the rains…” she pauses and a roar of thunder growls in the distance, “and you shall discover if you are truly worthy to bear the fruits of the earth. This ground is as sacred as the sky, for they cannot exist without each other.”

“By the Storm’s Eye,” you recite in unison as you bow your heads.

“For those not chosen, you will pass on to serve in other ways. To sow this land and mind those who graze it. Know that your duty is as divine as the Storm’s vessels.”

Another eerie echo among the women, “by the Storm’s Eye.”

The Mother, Frigga, raises her hands, “his Eye sees all.”

She turns and strides out. You follow without bidding, Lorraine at the head of the line as Makena trails her, Anika trembles and wobbles and the other women walk dolefully in silence. You’re at the end, not moving until you must, nearly paralysed in your fear.

The wooden slats creak under your bare feet as you trod along the hallway and pass beneath the open archway. The pale sky hides the sun behind the rising wall of clouds. A light mist hangs in the air as the Storm approaches, closer and closer, shaking the earth in its advance.

The Mother leads you through the village as bodies stand fixated on the train of women clothed in white. Despite the crowd that trims the way, there are no voices, only the noise of your feet on the cobble and the odd scatter of pebbles bouncing off toes. Your mother stands at her front door with your sisters. They are happy.

You reach the edge of the village and enter the plateau between the tall stone planks set into an elaborate labyrinth. The Mother guides you without hesitation, knowing the way no other could. At the center, she stops and turns back as the world darkens, a black cloud like a curtain across the sky.

The first droplets fall cold upon the ground and you feel more seeping through the fabric of your gown. Anika quivers and whimpers, Makena breathes shallowly, and Lorraine preens with excitement. You feel dizzy as a cold speck of rain hits the back of your neck.

“Let the Storm cleanse you, maidens,” Frigga booms, “and when you hear the goat’s horn, you will know it is time to follow the tide. It shall wash you in many directions for you each have your own path. You must follow it and see the end. The Storm sees all.”

“By the Storm’s Eye,” the chant is weak and wavering as the rain pelts down harder and you shiver as it soaks through the thin linen.

Frigga puts her hands together and turns, flitting between the towering columns, leaving you and the maidens afraid and aimless. Perhaps if you stay at the center, you will not be chosen. Or that may be too obvious. You only hope to see the fields and run back to the village. A seed in the dirt is preferable to one in your womb.

A strike of lightning cuts through the sky and thunder claps loud enough for several to scream. You shake and stumble back. You spin, peering up to the pulsating clouds as the rain slakes your face. The horn blows and the chill permeates to the bone.

“Run!” Anika cries shrilly and before any other can move, she is gone, her loud sobs fading into the furious noise of the storm.

Makena is second and you don’t wait for who’s next as you plunge into the closest corridor of the maze. You grab your skirt, balling the wet linen in your fists as you hold it aloft to keep from tripping. You pant and pump your legs onward as the sky growls and another deafening howl of thunder rises.

The world turns black then lights up, a flurry of flashes, one after the other as lightning flickers incessantly. An onslaught that has you lost but painfully lucid. You feel every inch of skin, every strand of hair, every breath, and every beat of your heart.

The ground turns slicks under your feet and you slip to your knees. You hear a step not your own, then a splash and glance over as a green streak passes just down the corridor. You tuck yourself behind the closest column as a voice follows.

“Little mouse…” the taunting call flows away from you, easing but not quelling your horror. It is another who will suffer Loki’s desires.

You hear the mud suck and lurch away from the stone plank. You quickly scramble up to your feet and race away from the noise. Rain coats your face, an endless downpour and you swipe it away as the wet linen weighs you down, trying to see through the pellets streaming all around you.

A tremulous crack of thunder crashes down and the earth seems to shift as you trip and somersault in the slick dirt. You hit the stone and roll flat to your back, breathless and disoriented, staring up into the surging storm.

The mud slaps beside your head and two feet come up on either side. You let out a mewl as a figure stands over you and laughs, his deep laughter rolling into the thunder, almost identical. You shield yourself as he bends over you and he bats away your hands. His long fingers stretch over your neck and he forces you up, twisting you around to face him as your feet slide into the earth.

“There you are, little one,” he turns and pins you to the stone, “I was looking for you.”

You know him; Thor. The Son of the Storm.

Your hand taps his helplessly and you try to push a finger between his, “not me, please. My family–”

“Will be blessed to have a daughter chosen,” he taunts as he looms over you, “it is not the others I have longed for. No, it is the quiet maiden in her garden that harkens the storm.”

You squirm and wrap a hand around his thick wrist. He wears only a red loincloth, his skin weeping with the rain as he stands unaffected in the cold shower. His thick muscles add to his inhuman size and you feel the strength in his grip as you fail to peel away his grasp.

“I am afraid,” you say, though you don’t know why.

“You are chosen,” he pushes his hand up, forcing you to tilt your head against the pillar.

You whimper and drop your hands to brace the stone. His other hand hooks over the top of your dress and he tears through it easily, jerking you until the linen falls down your arms before pooling at your feet, leaving you naked and shivering. You close your eyes as your tears leak out, their heat burning against the ice cold droplets of rain.

“You are a worthy vessel,” he cups your breast as your nipple pokes out frigidly, he rubs his thumb over it with a purr, “so responsive… so precious…” his hand crawls across your chest and he gropes the other side, “so innocent.”

“Please,” you croak futilely.

You know there is no escape, that this is your fate, as your heart clenches in crushed hope. He hushes you as he traces a thick finger between your breasts and down your belly. He stops and pushes his palm to your soft flesh.

“You will thank me when you are round with my child,” he snarls as he leans in, his thumb poking painfully behind your jaw as he keeps hold of your throat. “You will know then how you’ve been blessed and will be me to do so again.”

You heave, the panic swelling and flowing over as you begin to sob. His fingertips brush your pelvis and along your hip, down your thigh as he hunches over you. He grabs the back of your leg and bends it, lifting you so that your back scratches against the cold stone.

Your other leg dangles and you are forced to wrap it around him as the strain grows too much. He slowly slips his hand from your neck, taking his time to fondle you again. You turn your head away as he raises you higher, grazing your belly with low hum, and following the line of your pelvis.

He dips between your folds, his rough fingertip sending a spark through your clit so you gasp. He delves deeper, a wetness you didn’t feel before greeting his warm touch. You whine as he traces along your entrance, pulling his finger back and forth. You quiver and gulp, horrified at your own body.

He drags his thumb over your bud again, rubbing you firmly as your muscles draw tight and your core coils. He teases you until you writhe and arch against the stone. He purrs as he watches you, your lashes parting as his silhouette lurks behind them.

“You are ready for me, little one,” he rasps as he rescinds his hand, reaching beneath his cloth, “yes, as ready as an innocent one can be.”

His tip brushes the bottom of your thigh and you wince. He prods along your cunt and spreads your slickness over the swollen head. He spreads you with two fingers, catching himself between them as he steadies you.

He enters you, just an inch as you cry out. He lets you sink lower and you bend your arms back to claw the stone against your shoulders. He hushes you again as he stretches you around his great length.

“Little one, be calm, it will be easier,” he coos, “yes, yes, you must let your body welcome me.”

He shifts his hips and your walls strain achingly. You shudder as he brings his hand to your chin, cupping it as he forces your head up. Your vision is hazy with tears as his glow and unnatural blue. Your horror compounds as you gape, his muscles limned in the inhuman hue.

“How I’ve watched you,” he snarls as he sinks deeper, “how you bend over to tend the bulbs. I’ve dreamt of the sight of you, growing with my seed as those in your garden flourish beneath your love.”

He sighs as he impales you wholly and your body throbs as if you will break in half. You feel him in your belly as your thighs clench around him. You whimper and clasp onto his shoulder, trying to ease the pressure in your core.

He slides out to his tip, the emptiness both painful and a relief. He thrusts back in and your nails dig into the round muscle of his shoulder as you holler. He does it again, harder and your voice rises louder than before. Again, again, again, until you’re babbling in agony.

He runs his thumb up your chin as he holds your lolling head and presses against your bottom lip. Your eyes roll back as tears overflow and you choke on the pain, his body chafing wetly against yours as he ruts. The slick rhythm of his flesh and yours invades your reality, dampening the flash and crash of the storm swirling madly over you.

“You’re doing well, little one,” he grunts as his pelvis slams into yours and he bends an arm beneath your knee, pulling your leg higher as he pushes even deeper. “Yes, so good, you feel it, yes…”

He lets your head droop to the side as his fingers retreat down your skin, drawing a line through the rain that sheaths your figure. He slides his hand down between your torso and along your pelvis. He feels around until he finds your bud and holds firmly against it.

The tendons in his neck draw tight and the eerie blue tint gleams like lightning in his veins. A sudden bolt of electricity ripples into you and has you moaning and spasming around him. The pleasure pours over you, strangling you mute. You shake as you crest the peak and tumble down the other side, senseless and completely surrender.

“Oh, yes, little one, his lips tickle your forehead as his breath cascades over you, “you are the perfect vessel.”

#thor #thor x reader #dark thor #dark!thor #cult!au #au #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #ask drabble

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aguniversity · 5 months

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Which Doll Should I Buy?

I do not promise to adhere to your decision, but I will take it under consideration.

#american girl #dolls #dollblr #ag dolls #poll

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shakespearefreak · 1 month

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AG Doll Stats

This is just a silly lil thing I was thinking about the other night

Out of my 7 American Girl dolls:

7/7 (100%) are female

3/7 (43%) are contemporary

4/7 (57%) are historical

1/7 (14%) is from the 1820s

3/7 (43%) are from the 1880s-1900s (still not sure exactly what year Virginia hails from 😅)

5/7 (71%) are from the same stories (Samantha and Nellie from Samantha’s books, and Makena, Evette, and Maritza from the World by Us books)

3/7 (43%) are from the World By Us line

3/7 (43%) are from the Historical Characters line

1/7 (14%) is from the Truly Me line

3/7 (43%) have the Josefina face mold

1/7 (14%) has the Joss face mold

1/7 (14%) has the Makena face mold

1/7 (14%) has the Marie-Grace face mold

6/7 (86%) are official American Girl characters

1/7 (14%) is an original character

3/7 (43%) are White

2/7 (29%) are Hispanic*

1/7 (14%) is Black

1/7 (14%) is biracial

3/7 (43%) are preteens (10-12)

4/7 (57%) are teenagers (13-18)

4/7 (57%) are currently available

3/7 (43%) are retired

0/7 (0%) are customized

*I know that the terms “Hispanic” and “Latina” describe countries of origin, not race; I’m having trouble finding a better word, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know, thanks! ☺️

#american girl #american girl dolls

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lovemarisolluna · 2 years

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In light of Claudie's upcoming launch, remember that American Girl is a COMPANY. Sales drive the dolls they produce! Now they've released several dolls of color in the last couple years. Those dolls and lines (world by us, historical) need to sell if we want to see more dolls of color. At the end of the day, sales matter. If a doll doesn't sell, they won't make more like her. Why do they have so many blonde dolls and the white dolls vastly outweigh how many dolls of color have been produced, especially in the truly me line? Because their customers buy them. We all know that white, well-off (and often conservative) women are a large part of AG's customer base. This is changing, and stores in different regions have different customer bases too! The World By Us dolls, particularly Makena, sell very well at the Orlando store. But we need to keep giving AG our support. Want to support their diversity efforts and keep seeing dolls of color? Show it with your dollars. Buy Claudie and her outfits if you can. Buy the historical books. Can't afford new books? Request your library buy them, and check them out for free! And then read the books! Even posting about Claudie and other dolls of color helps. Comment on their social media pages. At the end of the day, if dolls don't sell they won't make more. Please, please support American Girl's diverse dolls. And read the books! Tell a friend. Buy them as gifts if you can afford to do so.

#american girl dolls #ag dolls #Claudie Wells

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allykatsart · 1 year

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Minecraft added some new player characters! I wanted to draw them and how I perceive them, mostly based on their skins. Makena, Efe, and Noor are some of my favorites of the new ones! Alex is mainly here so I could get the style right!

(Headcannons below)

Alex and Steve thought they were the only two of their species before they ran into a group of other Players

Alex is more combat orientated, likes fighting monsters and PvP

Alex pronouns are she/they

Makena is more laid back and loves to garden (or make farms, Minecraft's equivalent lol)

Makena is the tallest and thinnest of the group

Makena's pronouns are She/her

Efe has a penchant for gold and other riches. Their house is lined with emerald and gold blocks

Efe is one of the shorter, stouter members of the group, but that doesn't mean they can't kick your ass

Efe's pronouns are They/Them

Noor prefers the mines of the underground. Particularly he likes lush caves the best

Noor isn't so much interested in the gems as he is in the stone surrounding them. He likes exploring caves more than he likes strip mining.

Noor usually uses He/Him pronouns, but occasionally will try out others to see how they fit

#minecraft #minecraft headcannons #alex minecraft #minecraft fanart #makena minecraft #efe minecraft #noor minecraft #lgbtq headcannons #headcannons #I saw some websites and versions where Makena's hair is showing #but my brain immediately went to hijab #and I think it looks good on her!#note i actually haven't looked up any information about any of these #so please lemme know if I got something wrong

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lillian--reed · 1 year

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here be dragons || lillian & @makena-harris

This was not an event Lillian usually kept track of; it wasn’t something she felt like she needed to attend, and it usually was a busy time at Pandora’s. But dragons, well, that was a different story, and one that had her changing her usual tune very quickly, and so she’d turned up and beelined right for the line to meet the dragons.

And then- Oh. Makena.

Lillian shifted a little, wondering if she wanted the other woman to see her. After Halloween had been awkward enough, but... well, Lillian hadn’t wanted to show Makena the other timeline, but had, and part of her was eating herself up in guilt for the terror she’d unleashed on the other world. She’d been polite, but somewhat distant, since.

But, really, she knew that another world was not this one. She needed to get over it, though she was sure she would stew on it a little longer. The next time it looked like Makena was looking her way, she gave a little wave and a smile.

#char: makena #event: earth day #no gif cause i couldnt find one i liked

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calistaemmanuel · 1 year

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closed starter || @makena-harris

time period: present day

The skin of her back was smooth. Unbroken and unblemished. There were no open wounds, no jagged pinkish or white lines betraying what had been lost. What had been taken from her in the most violent way possible. And yet she was still bleeding — bleeding pride, anguish and fury. Crippled by phantom pain that burned and throbbed unremittingly at either side of her spine.

She hadn’t told Daphne were she was going, what she intended to do. Citing a need to feed to soothe her lover’s mind rather than telling her the truth. Daphne worried enough as it was and there was no stopping Calista’s trajectory now. She didn’t intend to make it quick or painless. Mercy was not something Makena deserved for it was not just her wings she had taken.

The witch’s actions had been the catalyst to all of their suffering. The reason why Calista had been weak and unable to defend herself. Unable to protect Daphne or even find her in those first crucial days after she had been taken. Makena was to blame for the torture Daphne had been submitted to. She was responsible for fifteen years of purgatory. She was the butterfly that had set off the rippling effect across their universe and Calista was going to do so much more than pluck her wings.

“Remember me?” Stepping into Makena’s line of vision, Calista’s shadows quickly crowded the other woman. One second they were in the middle of the riots, the next they were halfway across the city, away from all the noise, somewhere no one but her would be able to hear Makena scream. It had almost been too easy to track her down. So much so that Calista couldn’t quite tell if the dark witch was getting sloppy, overconfident or if she simply got some kind of twisted kick out of living on the edge. It didn’t matter either way. “You didn’t think I would let you walk, did you?”

#makena-harris #/I hope this works for you #vcnewworldevent

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starsandrqindrops · 10 months

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#fav ☆ (smut favs) #fav ♡ (nonsmut favs - includes fluff / angst) #<3 (I love!) #lovely authors !! (rbs of me interacting w the lovely authors of fics <3) #masterlist rbs (rbs of series masterlists, since sometimes I don't rb the chapters individually) #TO READ (my personal "read later" list!)

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#skz smut #skz angst #skz fluff #skz texts #skz gifs #skz ot8 (includes hyung line / makenae line posts)

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#seungmin fluff #seungmin smut #seungmin angst #seungminnie favs 🌸

#lee minho

#minho smut #minho fluff #minho angst #minho favs <3

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#jisung smut #jisung fluff #jisung angst #jisungie favs <3

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#chan smut #chan fluff #chan angst #channie favs <3

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#felix smut #felix fluff #felix angst #lix favs <3

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the-red-company-if · 11 months

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Are ROs jealous easily? Like if someone blatantly flirted with MC?

Liran: Liran isn't prone to jealousy easily, but if someone would openly flirt with the MC, his protective instinct would awaken. He would likely intervene, ensuring MCs comfort and about making their relationship clear with you. He may quietly pull you closer or put an arm around you. The message is clear - you are with Liran, and that's not about to change.

Makena: Makena doesn't get jealous easily, believing in trust and respect in a relationship. However, if someone crosses the line with their flirtations, she's not afraid to step in and make her relationship with the MC clear, like giving you a kiss on your cheek. She will be cordial but her eyes will tell them to back off.

R: R's competitive and possessive streaks surface immediately in the face of blatant flirtation towards MC. Anyone who tries to flirt with you will be met with a cutting glare and a chillingly clear warning to back off. R's reaction would also undoubtedly serve as a warning to others not to try anything, because you’re theirs and R doesn’t like to share.

Ghost: Ghost is very good at hiding their emotions, and jealousy is no exception. Their response to seeing someone else flirting with you is more subtle, they use their wit and charm to divert the attention back to themselves. With a sly smirk and a few well-placed words, they effortlessly draw MC attention back to them, reminding both you and the other person that they're the one who knows how to keep your interest. Their confidence is unshakable, a silent challenge to anyone daring enough to vie for your attention.

Joryn: Joryn doesn’t let jealousy get the better of them; instead, they turn it into a game. They'd stride over, give you a casual kiss, and join the conversation with a charm and bravado that's hard to ignore. Their actions are all meant to send a clear message - not only to the one flirting with you but to MC as well. Joryn won't shy away from a little competition; they're quite confident they'll come out on top.

Rothar: Rothar is not one to feel jealousy easily. They would maintain their composed demeanor even if someone were to flirt with the MC. However, if the person were to be disrespectful or push boundaries, Rothar's protective side would surface. They would handle it in a dignified manner, asserting their presence without creating unnecessary drama but still making it clear to the other person that you’re already taken.

#myrtle answers #character:liran #character:makena #character:r #character:ghost #character:joryn #character:alva #interactive fiction

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doll-collecting-aerialist · 2 years

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Contemporary Characters and their Pajamas

You wanna know what annoys me?? That some of the modern characters don’t have pajamas!! I guess Marisol, Lindsey and Kailey get a pass for being the first editions of the line with an already limited collection, and so does Z, for being a rushed character, but Nikki?!! Does she wear her Gala outfit to bed or something?? And the WBU girls?? Gwen? Sonali?

Anyway, these are my headcannoned pajamas for these girls, plus Gabriela because I don’t like her pajamas. Logan isn’t in this because he smells.

Lindsey~

I immediately thought of these iconic mismatch stripe pajamas for Lindsey!! Did anyone else have these? I could see her in either set of these mismatched pajamas (ignore the red and black ones). And she’s totally a fuzzy socks > slippers girl.

Kailey~

When I found those hatchling pajamas, I was smitten. I want them for myself!! And honestly, those in of themselves give big Kailey vibes, but considering she lives near the coast, it’s going to be way to hot for her to wear long-pants pajamas the majority of the year. So, I found these really cute coral print shorts that she’d totally wear with the hatchling shirt. And the turtle slippers are a given.

Marisol~

They really did a disservice making her other outfits only costumes. She’s definitely the cool girl who wears velvet, zip-up, hoodies in the summer just because she likes when her friends come up to her and try to pet it. And I feel like every kid around that time had hundreds of those yoga pants. They just spawned out of no where. I was hand-me-downed so many.

Nicki~

Nicki has a very cute style, and she’d definitely be a nightgown girl. I’m imagining the print of the two piece pajamas on the style of the nightgown pictured. I think she’d also have a robe set that was very similar to Emily’s!!

Gwen~

Gwen is also a nightgown girl. The butterfly nightgown shows the personality of her doll, while the bee nightgown reminds me of some of her movie fashion (and I would know, considering I drew all her movie looks).

Sonali~

Sonali is both a Joe Boxer and a Uggs girl. She definitely wears holiday pajamas months after said holiday, and gets upset when her mom tells her she can’t wear Uggs to bed. She also gets a cute “positive” graphic tee because she deserves some positivity after dealing with the Mean Bees.

Gabriela~

This is how I’d redesign Gabriela’s pajamas!! Rest be assured, she’d also have a matching blue or purple bonnet. (I might redesign her entire collection at some point, while keeping the same vibes of her original collection.)

Z would start out wearing smiley pajamas as a joke, but it would quickly become unironic. I also think it would be cool for AG to make a set of pajamas that comes with weekday socks!! I remember the pain of having to wear the wrong day’s socks because I couldn’t find the right ones, and I think we should pass that pain onto the next generation.

Maritza~

I don’t have a complex explanation other than that these pajamas on her would be adorable. Imagine her with a high pony, tied back with one of those scrunchies, in her hoodie and shorts set, on her way to Evette’s for a sleepover!!

Evette~

Speaking of Evette, she’d have some cute vintage ensemble that she thrifted. I also found this cute green to purple reversible bonnet, which matches the print on the romper perfectly!!

(Makena to be added in reblog!)

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